#but to me they were either stating a fact or falsely accusing me
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15 Facts About E. Jean Carroll’s Allegations Against Trump the Media Don’t Want You to Know
1. Bergdorf Goodman has no surveillance video of the alleged incident.
2. There are zero witnesses to the alleged sexual attack.
3. Carroll first came forward — conveniently — with the allegations while promoting her book What Do We Need Men For? in 2019, which featured a list of “The Most Hideous Men of My Life.”
4. Carroll was unable to remember when this alleged attack even occurred. She told her lawyer in 2023, “This question, the when, the when, the date, has been something I’ve [been] constantly trying to pin down.” She has jumped years — originally beginning with 1994, then moving to 1995, and even floating to 1996. She cannot remember the season in which the alleged attack occurred either.
5. The Donna Karan blazer dress she claims to have worn during the alleged incident was not even available at the time of her claims. Trump Attorney Boris Epshteyn told reporters, “She said, ‘This is the dress I wore in 1994.’ They went back, they checked. The dress wasn’t even made in 1994.”
“And that’s why the date’s moved around. This is the 80s. Is it the 90s? Is it the 2000s? President Trump has consistently stated that he was falsely accused, and he has the right to defend himself,” he added.
6. She never came forward with these allegations over the years despite constantly being open about sexuality, posting things that were very sexual in nature on social media — many of which Trump has shared. They include remarks such as “How do you know your ‘unwanted sexual advance’ is unwanted, until you advance it?” and “Sex Tip I Learned From My Dog: When in heat, chase the male until he collapses with exhaustion … then jump him!”
7. She said she was never raped, telling the New York Times’ podcast, The Daily,“Every woman gets to choose her word. Every woman gets to choose how she describes it. This is my way of saying it. This is my word. My word is ‘fight.’ My word is not the ‘victim’ word. I have not — I have not been raped,” she continued. “I have — something has not been done to me. I fought. That’s the thing.”
8. She named her cat “Vagina.” “Her dog, or her cat, was named ‘Vagina.’ The judge wouldn’t allow us to put that in — all of these things — but with her, they could put in anything: Access Hollywood,” Trump told CNN.
9. Joe Tacopina, an attorney for Trump, pointed out in May 2023 that Carroll’s entire story has incredible similarities to a 2012 episode of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. In that episode, titled “Theatre and Tricks,” an individual talks about a rape fantasy in Bergdorf Goodman — the same department store where Carroll claims the incident took place.
10. Speaking of shows, Carroll loved Trump’s show The Apprentice.
“I was a big fan of the show. Very impressed by it,” Carroll said on the witness stand, adding that she “had never seen such a witty competition on TV, and it was about something worthwhile, competing.”
11. Carroll made a joke associating sex with Bergdorf Goodman in a November 1993 edition of Elle, which was before the alleged Trump attack took place. As Breitbart News detailed:
Carroll was responding to a letter from a female reader concerned that she was having trouble achieving orgasm through sexual intercourse alone while the reader said that she could climax through foreplay. “Is there any way I could learn to reach orgasm through sex?” asked the reader in the November 1993 edition. “Maybe books I could read?”
Carroll replied with the following advice (emphasis added):
Dear Snowed Under: Stop flagellating yourself. Gadzooks! At least you have orgasms. And if that isn’t spontaneous sex I don’t know what is. Most women (about 70 percent) experience difficulties climaxing through intercourse alone. So you’re perfectly normal. Begin by reading For Yourself by Dr. Lonnie Barbach. She’ll give you excellent instructions on how to have an orgasm during intercourse. Then after 313 queenhell love-wiggles, move on to Gretta Garbo’s favorite love position – the top. (In erotic scenes, Garbo is always above the man. So are Sharon Stone, Bette Midler and Katherine Hepburn). Indeed, this location works better for women than the fourth floor of Bergdorf’s.
12. Carroll is financially backed by anti-Trump Democrat megadonor Reid Hoffman, who has openly admitted to visiting convicted sex offender Jeffrey Epstein’s private island.
13. Democrat party activists back her as well, as Breitbart News detailed:
Indeed, one of Carroll’s attorneys is Roberta Kaplan — a Democrat Party activist who led the group Time’s Up. She left the activist group after it was revealed she was aiding former New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo in attempting to discredit the Democrat’s accusers. It served as a great irony as Time’s Up seeks to defend women from what it claims is discrimination and harassment. This fact has led to mounting speculation that Kaplan only gets involved in cases that she views as politically expedient.
Further, Federal District Judge Lewis Kaplan is overseeing the process and has connections to Carroll’s other attorney, Shawn Crowley. She was actually a law clerk for Judge Kaplan, and he officiated her wedding.
That aside, Trump has denied knowing the left-wing activist as the only evidence of any contact is a single picture with Carroll greeting Trump and his ex-wife Ivana at an event greeting line over 35 years ago. Carroll has yet to provide solid evidence of this alleged encounter and will not use the dress that she claims had DNA on it from this alleged incident. Even Trump publicly said the dress should be part of the case. Further, there are no eyewitnesses of this alleged incident, which supposedly occurred at the popular New York City department store.
14. The lawsuit was only able to proceed after Democrats created the Adult Survivors Act in 2022. She conveniently pursued this suit in November following the law going into effect, which allowed her to avoid the statute of limitations for this case.
15. Carroll once said, “Most people think of rape as sexy.”
Donald Trump Jr. also retweeted a list of facts about Carroll, urging others to take a look:
- She couldn't recall the date, month, season, or year the incident happened -
She never told anyone about it, despite being publicly obsessed with her own sexuality -
The dress she claims to have been wearing didn't exist at the time -
Her description of the dressing room at Bergdorf Goodman was inaccurate, making her sequence of events impossible -
Her lawsuit was bankrolled by Jeffrey Epstein pal and Democrat (and Nikki Haley) mega-donor Reid Hoffman -
Democrats created a law (The Adult Survivors Act in 2022) to enable her lawsuit to proceed - Her accusation is the exact plotline of an episode of Law & Order (one of her "favorite shows") -
Trump's Apprentice was also one of her favorite shows -
She has a history of falsely accusing men of r*pe, including Les Moonves - She told Anderson Cooper, "most people think of r*pe as being sexy. Think of the fantasies." -
She made a career promoting promiscuity, even writing glowingly of sexual assault and naming her cat Vagina
We owe Stalin and Hitler a huge apology. We are ever so bad as they ever were. This isn't Justice. Its punishment for for disobeying the deep state elites.
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popular!sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis: sunghoon, the school’s heartthrob who had developed a huge interest in teasing you or purposely riling you up. who knew behind all the teasings he was hiding his actual intention?
genre: mature, too much tension between sunghoon,kissing
(im not that good at writing smut PLS BEAR WITH ME) 🙏🏻
your other ear was occupied with your earphone while the other one was dangling around your knitted vest. you hummed the infamous Cupid song as you sorted your books into your locker, the catchy rhythm was addictive to you getting you to listen to it over and over.
a familiar platinum haired then slammed the metal surface with a loud thud causing you to take a few step backwards. wala, you were greeted with the annoying face you had to face almost everyday.
he was irritatingly handsome but his attitude often got you on your nerves you wanted to ruin that hair of his but you knew he would still look good with his hair disheveled.
“hello, sweet heart.” he began, a dazzling smile decorated his features.
you rolled your eyes, not even having the mood to talk to him.
“come on. where’s my greeting?” the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk.
you grunted and your body slumped instinctively upon his presence. you slowly turned to him with a painful forced smile as you spoke through your gritted teeth.
“can your cute little annoying ass get away from me just once?” you titled your head, cutely blinking a few times at him before swiftly your expression turned into a frown.
“awh you called me cute.” he inched closer to you, closing the proximity between the both of you. yes. you have gotten used to his antics.
his hans then went to your head, lightly patting it however you were quick to swat his hand away from you. he always manage to initiate the smallest skin ship whenever both of you argue over the dumbest things.
“sunghoon.” you sternly warned him. he lifted his eyebrows as if he didn’t do nothing that got him on your nerves a few seconds ago. you groaned before spinning around and instantly walked away, hated the fact he always manage to find a way to be around you. it’s ridiculous.
sunghoon chuckled to himself, amused of your reaction. the way you huffed angrily made you look adorable and the height difference isn’t helping either. his face fell when he realised what his inner self just thought of you.
he immediately shake his head, fixing his tie in distressed and made his way to his class.
nonetheless, as day passed by, sunghoon always purposely got into a useless arguments with you and even teased you except it got even more affectionate, it mostly ended up with you blushing and ran away or you making up an excuse just to get away from him.
sunghoon was more than entertained to see you in the state.
🐧
“are you sure sunghoon is just messing around with you or is he onto something else?” sunoo’s eyes fixated on you while he was slurping on his slurpee in one go.
“how many times do I have to tell you kim sunoo.” you grunted and buried your face in your palms in frustration. you swore sunoo had asked the same question for only god knows how many times already.
“i,m not buying any of them. can’t you see the way sunghoon looks at you?” he lifted an eyebrow, indicating you to follow his trail of vision. you turned your head only to met with his gaze which was piercing into yours.
“he’s annoying.” you muttered before averted your attention back to sunoo.
“annoyingly in love.” sunoo said in a sing sang tone, clasping his hands together.
“him? being in love with me?” you looked at him in disbelief. “are you not reading the whole situation correctly?” you rested your cheek on your palm.
“repeat that again, ma’am. that should be directed to yourself.” sunoo added, taking a bite of his egg sandwich.
“okay first of all-”
“you’re literally blind. can’t you see he low-key making a move on you?” you sighed, tired of all the false accusations your friends dump on to you.
eric joined the table with a bottle of cola in his grasp, plopping the duffel bag beside him as he took a seat beside sunoo.
“first of all.” you pitched your voice a bit. “he’s not in love with me and he’s not making a move on me.” you sternly spoke, fuming with anger.
“there’s no such a thing like a frat boy messing around with a nobody and then fall in love. I’m sure pretty girls with curvy bodies was the only thing he had on his bucket list and I’m not included in them.” you breathlessly ended with a huff.
they were indeed shocked with your outburst but the expressions plastered on their faces looked like as if a ghost appeared behind you. you gradually turned around only to be met with the so called frat boy.
“what makes you think that way?” the infamous smirk painted his features, flashing his fangs which added more into his ethereal looking visual.
“fuck.” you uttered and proceed to buried your face in your palms.
“why? i just came by to check on you.” he said, the other hand holding onto the strap of his duffel bag.
“how sweet of you.” you bat your eyelashes at him as you forced a smile. “you have no necessary reasons to do that, park sunghoon.”
he chuckled lightly before taking a seat beside you. eric and sunoo looked at each other, baffled and confused on why the popular latter suddenly took a seat at the same table as them. however, you facial expression were deteriorating compared to them.
“i believe you’ve been talking about me.” he casually said causing Eric to choke on his orange juice whereas sunoo choked on his fries. you looked at sunghoon with a grimaced expression.
“uh no we didn’t. you can’t go to someone’s table, seat beside them and assumed they talked about you. self absorbed much?” you rest your cheek on your palm, narrowing your eyes at him.
“I can hear sunoo’s and eric’s voice all the way from my table. how could I not?” he crossed his arms, his biceps bulging when he do so.
you glared at the two before you and they could only offer an apologetic smile before you averted your attention to find sunghoon already looking at you.
“you assumed i only date curvy girls? who the fuck thinks I only date a person for its body? I’m not that fucked up, y/n.” he poke his cheek with his tongue. he cant easily admit he got annoyed of your false statement.
“why did you sound so offended? that means you are.” you nibbled on your straw, finishing the almost empty milk box drink.
“okay me and sunoo got something important to attend to.” eric interuppted the both of you and sunoo gave him a judgy look for saying absurd things out of the blue. you gave them a pleading look to not let both of them left you with the boy.
they mouthed a sorry before scurrying away from the table with eric dragging sunoo by his forearm as sunoo sent you an apologetic smile. you shut your eyes before averted your focus to the boy again.
“i don’t know where you got that information from but it was clearly not true.” you wondered what got him becoming so defensive.
sunghoon’s protective bubble he was building to not let his feelings for you look that obvious gradually collide. he wasn’t going to let you think that way and let the false statement limit his move on you.
“alright then.” you uttered flatly. it was the only information you made up because you got sick of sunoo telling you sunghoon liking you and all yet you had the feeling it offended him.
sunghoon sighed, his intimidating demeanour fell for a sec. the more he hang around you, it smouldered the urge to make you his. he couldn’t resist it.
but to him, the chance of you liking him back was possibly low.
“i,m sorry.” you blurted out. somehow, your heart swelled upon seeing him become slightly upset.
sunghoon shrugged your apology off and told you how he was used to people making rumours about him here and there from the perks of being too well known.
🐧
you instantly shoved your books into your locker, noticing how the sky wasn’t looking very good today. grey coloured clouds began appearing following by the sounds of grumbling. a sudden lightning caught you off guard caused you to crouch down immediately.
your breathing became shaky, lips shivering as you shut your eyes, hoping it will go away soon.
“y/n?”
you slowly fluttered your eyes open at the sound of the familiar voice.
“sunghoon?” you hastily stood up not wanting to appear weak in front of him.
“why are you still here? it’s already late.” his voice were laced with concern. you furrowed your eyebrows at his tone.
“I should be asking you the same thing.”
“i just finished practicing for the upcoming competition.” you could tell he practiced by his damp hair he slicked back due to his sweat. you can’t help but stare at the way the knitted turtle neck clothes cling onto his body. “you?”
“i was helping mrs lee preparing for next week’s curriculum festival.”
“oh.” his face lit up. “that’s cool.” a small smile briefly appeared.
“thanks.” you looked up. it became awkward all of sudden. actually, you never had an actual conversation with him except those teasings here and there. but here you are, actually having an actual conversation with him.
it ignited something in you. it felt very new to see this side of the so called school heart throbbed, the friendlier and sweeter side of him.
“don’t be too hard on yourself.” he blurted out. “i know how busy you are because i used to take part of the event.”
you nodded. your face flushed at his words. he cared. he cared for you. you instantly shrugged those thoughts which kept gnawing in the back of your mind.
“you too.” you don’t want to be the only one to be sympathise on.
he chuckled and nodded, a strand of his hair fell on his forehead. you fought yourself from doing a double take on him. god, he looked so good.
“are you heading home?” he said as you were about to walk away from him. you turned your head and gave a nod in response. right timing, rain was pouring heavily so you decided not to contemplate and stay back until the rain became drizzly.
“well, not anymore.” you sulked.
sunghoon watched as you went back to where you stood earlier, a small smile formed on his lips. he founded you become even more endearing whenever you sulked. his hand went to pat your head.
you blinked a few times at him, registering the situation. “i guess you’re stuck with me.”
you found your heart throbbing achingly at his words. what is this weird feeling you’re experiencing? you had been feeling this tingly feeling a few weeks ago and it wasn’t helping at the fact you knew you slowly fell for the park sunghoon you loath for.
you shrugged your shoulder in response. being with him alone at the school hallway was awkward, mostly because you felt sunghoon’s piercing gaze on you
“i think I left something at the library. see ya.” you walked ahead without waiting for whatever he was about to reply with. you can’t help but made an excuse to get away from him.
you were sitting with your legs crossed at the literature section and your eyes occasionally wandering around incase sunghoon appear out of nowhere.
you fished out your phone and texted your cousin heeseung to pick you up. you let out a shaky breath as you slipped it inside your sling bang. you never would have thought you would be running away from sunghoon because you were afraid you would catch feelings for him.
“how am I supposed to go out there without bumping into him?” you uttered, head resting against the shelf.
“well hello there.” you flinched at the familiar voice.
“relax i,m not sunghoon.” jake spoke slowly approaching you, putting his arms up in surrender. you pouted before crossing your arms, slightly angry at him for appearing out of the blue.
however, you were comfortable around his presence compared with sunghoon because he wasn’t a pain in the ass who often riled you up everyday.
“were you watching me the whole time?” you eyed him suspiciously.
“what makes you think so? i only came here for the books and I wasn’t expecting you to be here.” he put both of his hands on his hip, resembling a mom nagging at its kids. “it’s late, y/n. shouldn’t you be heading home?”
“it’s raining heavily. i texted my cousin to pick me up.”
Jake nodded in understanding. just then, you hear shuffled footsteps approaching the both of you. you were biting your lip hoping it wasn’t who you thought it would be but judging by the expression the aussie wore you figured out who it was.
he always wore that puppy like expression whenever his best friend is around.
“oh, you found her.” sunghoon walked pass you to give his friend a fistbump.
jake lifted his eyebrows in satisfaction, as he slipped his palms into his hoodie pockets.
you eyed the both of them and suddenly everything started to click. does that mean jake wasn’t happen to found you sitting on the floor on purpose? did sunghoon asked him to search for you? why?
“okayyy what’s going on.” you said, not even understanding why the two were looking at you, standing statically.
“perhaps… I will let sunghoon explain that to you.” jake took a step back and pushed sunghoon forward, almost stumbling. the latter snapped his head towards jake, cussing under his breath before the aussie disappeared behind the aisle with a smile.
you got even more confused. sunghoon suddenly sat beside you, causing you to shift a bit from him. he was sad over the small gesture but it wasn’t enough to throw him off.
you curled up, pulling your legs against your chest, looking at him with a confused expression written over your face. you can’t help but wonder what he was thinking in that little head of his.
he mirrored your actions and hung his head low. the strands of the platinum haired fell over his forehead, covering half of his face.
you can’t help but notice how his side profile was perfectly sculptured. the prominent lines from his cheekbones and his pointed nose. he was absolutely charming–the ice prince title given fits his ice cold demeanour.
he then looked up at you, causing you to startled a bit because you’ve been staring at him for a while now.
“i just…” he hung his head low again.
you hummed. somehow, a subtle smile can be seen forming on his lips. he let out a light chuckle before turning towards you again, leaning dangerously close.
“i used to find you irritating. noisy. that little of cousin of jungwon who always know how to bite back to my remarks.”
you tilted your head confusion, not aware of where this conversation is going.
“i loved to rile you up and seeing you get mad over small things. it makes me happy i have no idea why honestly.” he bit his lip, trying to conceal the smile from spreading on his features even further. “maybe it’s because you look cuter when you’re angry.” he stifled a giggle.
“or maybe it’s because I love the way you blush unknowingly when I teased you.” you unconsciously smiled.
“everything about you is likable or should i say loveable?” his hand traveled to your cheek, caressing it delicately as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. your heart was thumping rapidly against your chest.
you had never thought the park sunghoon would say such things to you. he did flirted with you most of the time but no one of them felt genuine. he teased you so often you couldn’t differentiate between flirting or teasing. >///<
“oh my god you’re so adorable, aren’t you.” he cooed and grinned, the left dimple visible on his cheek as his lips stretched into a smile. you blushed into a deep crimson red as you looked away, refusing to meet his alluring gaze.
“the useless arguments i started with you everyday was just my only way to get your attention on me because you wouldn’t even look my way.” he started, took a strand of your hair and twirled it around his finger. “it’s annoying you wouldn’t even bat an eye at me when you and jungwon came to my house that day.”
“and i can’t forget the way you smile to jake so lovingly. it hurts.” he faked a pout. “since that day, i decided to find a way to get closer to you since you keep refusing me.” you would have never thought he fell for you first. your lips slightly parted in concentration as he went on.
“not that i want to give up anyway.” he sneaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him with ease. “I rather skip figure skating practice just to walk you home. i internally thanked jungwon for not picking you up on time just so i can grow closer to you.”
you brows furrowed upon his words. does that mean he lied to you when said he stayed back only to study instead of saying he had practice for his upcoming competition a few days ago. yes. park sunghoon had been walking you home for 5 days in a row.
your heart grew heavy, slowly filling with guilt. “you literally had nationals coming up. how could you–”
“i,m so inlove with you, don’t you get it?” he buried his head in the crook of your neck, his words muffled as he did so. you body jolted at the sudden gesture. you could only pray he didn’t hear your heart painfully beating against your ribcage at his words.
he took your hand and put it on his chest, his big hand hovering over yours and his eyes peering at you tenderly. “can you hear that? it’s painfully beating against my chest whenever you around.” you nodded.
this time, you took his hand into yours and put it on your chest. his pale skin showing visible pink tint creeping up onto his cheeks. “mine too.” you chuckled at his reaction. it was his turn to get flustered.
you had no idea where you got the confidence from but you then you loose the grip on his hand and went to peck on his lips, purposely let your lips linger on his as you cup his cheek before attempting to pullaway.
to your surprise, before you could do so, sunghoon grabbed you by your jaw and smashed his lips on yours.
“so, does this mean the feeling is mutual?” he breathlessly whispered in the midst of the kiss. you nodded, a smile spreading on your festures.
he laughed in disbelief, running his slender fingers through his hair before he leaned again, his other hand went to your nape, wanting to feel your lips against his again. the kiss wasn’t rough but it clearly shows both of you were desperate for one another.
he then pulled you on his lap and rested his hand on your hips as your hands instinctively went to wrap around his neck, running your fingers through his scalp, playing with the soft strands of his hair to deepen the kiss, increasing the tension between the both of you.
you grind on him for some friction earning a pretty whine came out from his mouth. you smirked, loving the reaction since you were the one who made him act that way, it riled you up to tease him more and eventually you got wetter at the feeling of bulge kept rubbing against you.
you moaned into the kiss and sunghoon took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, the kiss getting sloppier by seconds as his hand slipped inside your uniform, stroking your body curves. he then broke the kiss when he noticed you lacked out of breath, moaning uncontrollably as you rocked your body against him.
“shh lower down you voice, love.” you nodded, still drunk in the attempt of feeling yourself against him. “you don’t wanna get caught do you.” his then tighten his grip on your waist when you fasten on your pace, biting your lip as you chase your high. sunghoon whimpered, also struggling to keep his moans down.
oh god the boy was adoring the sight before him. your ruffled hair, your uniform slightly liften up a bit exposing your stomach, your skirt were rolled up for a better friction, swollen lips because of his doing and pretty moans coming out of your mouth.
“f-fuck..” his breath hitched. he wanted to feel you. he instantly took your skirt off with ease and yanked down your shorts, leaving you in your underwear.
“h-hoon..ah..” he could felt your wetness, spreading onto his pants as you kept humping against him. it turned him on even more. you were driving him insane. “i-it feels s-so good..” he could feel your pussy throbbing against his bulge, who was rock hard and screamed to be satisfied.
“f-fuck yes..mmph.”
you slipped your hand inside your panties, rubbing your clit, adding pressure onto yourself as you hump harder. the friction of his pants mixed with your fingers, tighten the knot in your stomach. sunghoon’s lips slightly parted and he thought you couldn’t get any hotter.
you took your hand out of your panties when he pulled you for a desperate kiss and pulled away, using his strong hands as he turned you over and humped onto you. the attempt to lower down your moan become a struggle when he fasten his pace, his breath speeding up as he dry humped onto you relentlessly. your moans was pushing him over the edge.
“h-hoon I-I,m...” your gripped onto biceps tighten, feeling your stomach tighten onto a knot and you soon came over his pants, white liquid gushing over his pants in such a huge amount. your face scrunched up in pleasure but then you were startled when sunghoon continue humping you, making you overstimulated from the immense pressure.
he groaned when he came, feeling his cock shooting a huge load in his boxer. “oh g-god.” he kept humping onto you as his high slowly dispersed.
“that was good.” he smirked as he tucked the strands of your hair behind your face. “you’re so pretty fuck” he laid on top of you, the weight of him making it so difficult for you to breathe. he couldn’t refuse he just make out with the girl he was hopelessly in love with.
you chuckled, tapping his shoulder multiple times signalling him to get up. “shut up. now let me get up and clean up because what if the librarian happen to walk by and caught me half naked?”
he smiled cheekily and pinched your cheeks. “alright. now, do I get to keep your panties as a remembrance that I kissed you in the literature isle?”
“no♡.”
“okay.”
“only if you take me out on a date.” you kissed him on the cheek, resulting him to be a blushing mess.
“with no further questions.” he then proceeded to lean against the shelf and scooped you into his embrace, warmth engulfing the both of you and as the rain subsided, sunghoon took you on a date at the cafe downtown.
“so..are we like together?” you didn’t want to pronounce the word as it came out too cringe if you say it. you continue to fidget with the penguin plush toy sunghoon got you at the arcade earlier. a light blush covered your pale skin.
“yes we are.” he then entwined your hand with his, his warmth seeping into you as he put it inside his pocket. “I can’t believe I finally get to call you mine.” your smile widen upon his words and cling onto his forearm. sunghoon giggled at the cute gesture.
and both of you walked down the streets, laughing and giggling at each other. the dim lights reflected on the street as dried leaves decorated the path. sunghoon was more than happy he got to end up with the girl he was deeply in love with.
the feeling was mutual all along.
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Wait hold up. Patch supported a pedo?!
Alright, I'm caffeinated enough to answer this.
Strap yourselves in, folks. This is gonna be a ride.
So during my year-long mental roller coaster ride back in 2021, one of the things Shiloh confessed to me during one of my spirals was that Lily was not the first predator they had run defense for.
No, that honor goes to their college roommate, a trans/intersex (can't recall which, I just know they're not cis) woman named Tianwei (forgive my spelling). Tianwei had told them 3 things, hoping that 1 would be excused because of the other 2.
First, that she was a pedo and had pedophilic thoughts about children regularly.
Second, that her parents abused her for one reason or another.
And third, that she nearly died in a house fire.
Now, to most sane people, the latter two wouldn't matter, because the first is still fucking horrid. Not to Shi! They bought into Tianwei's bullshit hook, line, & sinker, and let her continue to pursue her education instead of reporting her to campus police.
In hindsight, this puts their willingness to look past both Lily and Poppy's fuckshit in a totally different light, as we now have a pattern of behavior.
Now I already know what Certain People in the Peanut Gallery are gonna say: "What about you? We heard you confessed too!" Well, let's get into that.
As a bit of background, one of the things I am very open and angry about is the fact that I was abused by multiple members of my family. Sexually (by my dad & my sister), verbally, emotionally, financially, psychologically, and most importantly, physically. I'm not just talking spanking, either. One of the most common forms of abuse I can remember from everyone in my family is them hitting me in the head as punishment/in their own fits of anger. I'm talking striking me hard enough to see stars, cause temporary deafness, and in at least two cases, smacking me hard and fast enough to lift me out of my chair.
I say that because I'm pretty sure the aforementioned physical abuse was enough to cause some form of brain damage, and at the very least has scrambled my memory to some degree. Worst case scenario, the abuse at such a young age will cause my inevitable autopsy to show that I've developed CTE. Would certainly explain some things. Anyway, back on track.
That previously mentioned scrambled memory is what caused me to THINK I had done horrible things as a teenager. However, my saving grace is the fact that my friend/brother Kaiser was in contact with me during my teenage years, and he has a much clearer memory than me. As the Twitter post pinned to my blog states, I told Kaiser EVERYTHING back then, because I wanted to seem more active than him (I was stupid and competitive, gimme a break). Because he himself said that I never told him about something that heinous, but DID tell him any time I met with older men who were grooming me online, combined with the fact that he has trusted me enough to name me the godparent of his daughter, I can safely say that my guilt and manic spirals were caused by false memories, and thus my name should be cleared.
The same cannot be said for Shiloh.
Between Tianwei, Lily, and Poppy, it's clear that they have a history of defending and enabling predators when those people have something to offer them. This pattern should call into question their own history, accountability, and lack of personal responsibility going forward.
TL;DR: I got hit in the head alot & falsely accused myself, Shi is a grifter & pred enabler. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk
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Just addressing the latest lies about me: No, I didn't call anyone an abuser. 🙄
The rumor mill is apparently running again
It's come to my attention someone has been claiming I called them an abuser. Just to set the record straight, here is what I believe is the comment I made in a discussion that included the classic "you can't prove DID is only caused by trauma" talking point.
Here's a link to a reblog to prove I haven't edited it.
I didn't accuse them of being an abuser. What I did say is that their talking point is designed to associate endogenic systems with abusers. And I stated the fact that it's emotionally manipulative.
It's the classic "think of the children" argument often employed by right-wingers, designed to shutdown critical thinking.
Art, Argument, and Advocacy (2002) argued that the appeal substitutes emotion for reason in debate. Ethicist Jack Marshall wrote in 2005 that the phrase's popularity stems from its capacity to stunt rationality, particularly discourse on morals.
This particular instance is based on a false premise that the only way to prove DID can only be caused by trauma is to traumatize children.
It's also directed at an audience of abuse survivors in a way likely to trigger fight or flight responses.
I am not saying this particular user intentionally is using that tactic either. I said the talking point was emotionally manipulative, not that they personally were. Often, people repeating talking points like these are pawns who just absorb what they're told uncritically and repeat it back to others. (Although, lying about what I said and claiming I called them abusive does make me think they're being emotionally manipulative too.)
The French Oboe Tutor Experiment
Let's say you want to conduct a study on children. You have a hypothesis that the only way children can learn to play the Oboe is to have a tutor from France.
So you gather 200 children. 100 kids make up the experimental group and are taught to play the Oboe by a French tutor.
The other is the control group, and they're not taught to play the Oboe.
By the end of the experiment, the entire experimental group learns how to play the Oboe. But none of the control group do.
Therefore, the researchers conclude that you can only learn how to play the Oboe by being taught by a French tutor.
Proving Causation Doesn't Prove an Exclusive Causation
It shouldn't be hard to see the problem. While "being taught by a French tutor" results in a 100% causation rate compared to the 0% of children who learned to play the Oboe in the control group, this doesn't tell the whole story.
The Oboe is an uncommon instrument to learn in the general population and a group of 100 not having Oboe players isn't remarkable. Alternative hypotheses weren't tested. What would the results have been with a group with a Russian Oboe tutor? With a Korean Oboe tutor? Could some kids learn from online lessons if instructed to?
Likewise, testing a trauma hypothesis of DID could certainly prove causation. But it's not going to prove exclusive causation. It can't show that other things wouldn't be able to cause DID in certain cases.
That requires testing alternative hypotheses.
Which is still unethical...
Again, we can't do that. We can't try to give someone a mental disorder in the name of science.
So neither this proposed study nor similar testing alternative hypotheses for causation can be conducted.
But I want to address the reason that responses to anyone mentioning how the DSM says DID is associated with trauma but doesn't have a requirement is met with this ridiculous talking point of "THAT'S BECAUSE PROVING IT'S CAUSED BY TRAUMA WOULD MAKE US HAVE TO TRAUMATIZE KIDS!"
Traumatizing kids doesn't prove that's the only way to form DID anymore than the French Oboe Tutor Experiment above would somehow prove you can only learn the Oboe from French tutors.
This argument is 100% an emotional manipulation tactic meant to equate any people questioning the science to wanting to abuse children. It's made to trigger emotional reactions and shutdown your critical thinking so you don't question it any further, or to shame you into silence by associating you with child abusers.
And it's made for a base who already hold this view, and for them, the argument just further reinforces why they shouldn't ever question their beliefs.
Keep thinking critically!
To those reading this, keep questioning what you read. Keep thinking critically about it. Don't blindly accept what you're told as fact. Especially when it comes to science. If an argument appears to be based more on stopping you from thinking, be sure to ask yourself why.
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Definitely not a request, but I would like you to respond to this situation:
What if "you" starts thinking about whether there were more women kidnapped before her, and they are probably not there anymore because L "got bored" and finally set them free. Do you think if she tells L about it, would he take it as jealousy or would he sarcastically joke about the topic?
Hey, Devin here!
That is certainly an interesting scenario that you cooked up here! And timely too, hmmm....
If the situation is true. If L has indeed kidnapped women before and they are nowhere to be found in the present, then here's my take:
Well, for me, it depends on what sort of relationship that you have with L. If you're more submissive/compliant, then he would answer you honestly. After all, you've been so good for him and he knows deep down that kidnapping you is wrong and that part of you always yearns for freedom if you comply with his wishes. He'll state his answer with clinical disinterest, but he will make sure that you are well taken care of. If he suspects that you are jealous, he'll dismiss it and tell you that in the present, at this moment, you are holding his attention. And if you can no longer do that, then he'll dismiss you like the others.
If you are more unruly/have attempted escape many times, L is definitely going to be more cruel. He'll ask if you're finally seeing sense and thinking of him as "yours". If you deny the accusations, he'll pretend to let the matter slide, but he'll never let it go. He will insert comments about your jealousy if you dare act in ways that contradict your misbehaving nature. This is obviously a ploy where you have two options A) finally concede defeat and act the way he wants you to or B) you continue to act in increasingly alarming ways and he has no choice but to punish you. You would think him a sadist except for the fact that you can see no feelings of remorse or much of anything in his dark eyes.
Either way, even if he let his other victims free, why would you think that he would do the same for you? Have you ever considered that you would be different?
Oh dear.
You really thought so, didn't you?
That's all right. Even if he bores of you, he won't let you go free. Rather, if he doesn't want you any more, then why would anyone else?
He'll get rid of you just as clinically as someone throwing away trash, but you will be thought of. Fondly.
And if the situation were false?
If L didn't kidnap women before?
He'll simply dismiss your concerns and reprimand you if you press the matter further. If you're on good terms like in the previous scenario, he'll try to placate you with sweets, better accommodations, etc. If, however, you're on bad terms, he'll cut you down with words and get it through your head that no one else is good enough for him.
You are.
And he's never going to let you go.
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"Have you ever eaten someone?"
"Accusations of my cannibalism have never been proven in a court of law-"
Maybe that wasn't the right way to phrase it, like, at all.
-
"Scar!" Grian sounded annoyed as the door slammed open, which was never a good sign. Or maybe frustrated? Something along those lines. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.
"Grian! What brings you here, to my humble abode?" Scar turned to face him as he spoke, arms spread wide, trying to defuse the situation as much as possible as soon as possible.
Grian blinked, that sour emotion slipping off of his face only to be replaced by actual annoyance, so that hadn't been the tone he was using before. "Scar, I live here. With you."
"Oh yeah!" Scar hummed, tapping his chin as though he'd forgotten. He hadn't of course, but keeping the conversation running smoothly was the key to calming the other down. Plus, false confusion led to some less-serious, more amusing outbursts at times.
"Oh yeah?!" Grian repeated incredulously, sputtering. Had he been in his usual state, he probably would have let out a couple of indignant chirps too, Scar loved to pull those out of him. "Scar! This is serious!"
"What's serious?" Maybe he wouldn't be able to calm Grian down, he seemed too worked up already. A shame. "You haven't told me anything yet, G."
Grian moved in a familiar way— he always shifted his shoulders like that when his feathers puffed up, it must be habit or something now. It just looked a little silly like this, nothing visually attached to his back. Scar couldn't help but snicker.
"Scar!" And that little sound had upset Grian again, his face was so red. Was he embarrassed? Or maybe just really, really angry with him. Scar didn't think he'd done anything to upset him lately, at least not that badly.
"Okay, okay," Scar raised his hands, trying to calm the other down some, sort of as if he were one of the Jellies outside. "I'm listening."
Grian was silent for a moment, clearly working up the courage to say whatever he needed to say. That was alright, Scar had all the time in the world for Grian.
Having all the time in the world for him did not mean that Scar's mind wouldn't wander, however, and he was quickly pulled out from whatever train of thought he was having by Grian's voice cutting through the silence, however quiet it was.
"Have you ever eaten someone?"
Oh. That wasn't what he'd been expecting at all. In fact, he really hadn't expected to talk about this subject at all with anybody other than Cub. He should have though, he should have seen this coming, with the initial panic Grian had shown when the hunger had reared its ugly head. Scar opened his mouth.
"Please don't say yes." Grian's voice cracked, and Scar's mouth snapped shut again.
Okay, a not-truth then. He could do that.
"Oh void, don't lie either." The other's voice was shaking now. Scar cursed him silently in his head.
"Accusations of my cannibalism have never been proven in a court of law-" ineloquently stumbled out of his mouth before he could stop it, intoned as a joke, or at least he hoped.
Grian's pupils shrank, and he spun around, hands covering his mouth as he looked anywhere but at Scar. Maybe that wasn't the right way to phrase it, like, at all.
"They- they didn't mind-" Scar quickly tried to mend whatever he had just broken. "I mean- well- It wasn't anybody who wouldn't respawn-"
Scar heard Grian retch, though with all the eating Scar had been doing lately, he knew there was nothing to evacuate. Oh. This must be why.
"You- you ate people who were going to remember?!" Grian's voice had gone comically high-pitched. At least, it would be comical if it were any other situation, and not a conversation Scar was fumbling so badly.
"They didn't mind! Really!" Scar insisted, digging around in his head, trying to remember what exactly they'd said about it at the time. It had been years ago at this point, he couldn't be expected to remember at this point. "They were dying either way, you know Hermitcraft! It's all games there, Grian! Fun back and forth, play fighting, respawn, that sort of thing!"
"Hermitcraft-" Grian repeated in a whispered tone, and he was shaking, trembling even.
Oh. Scar had fucked up big time now, he never wanted to see Grian like this, never wanted to be the cause of… this. He wanted to keep Grian happy, smiling, or at least teasingly frustrated with him, he promised himself after that fateful day in the desert. He really messed up.
Grian pulled him out of his thoughts, whirling around to glare daggers at him, Scar's throat closing up a bit as he saw Grian's red-rimmed eyes. He'd never had someone get so upset with him over this before.
"You—" His voice was dripping with something Scar had never heard from him before. "You said I wouldn't have to!" Grian's voice wobbled even with the roundabout accusation.
"You don't," Scar assured him, trying to keep his own voice calm, reasonable. It was taking everything in him not to just pull his friend into his arms and hold him there, he had a feeling Grian wouldn't really appreciate that right now. "I never lied to you. You don't have to."
Grian's mouth opened and closed for a moment until he finally found his words again. "But- You did."
Scar shrugged, he didn't really know how else to respond to a statement like that. "I did. I didn't have to, nobody forced me to. They… like I said earlier, they didn't mind."
Apparently something he said struck a wrong cord, because Grian sobbed. Oh. Uh oh.
"Grian…" Scar kept his voice soft, stepping forward a little. "Grian, if you want I could- I mean- well-" He grunted softly in annoyance at himself, of course he could speak in every situation except this one. "I could ask Etho to come over, if that'd help. You can talk to him."
"W-why would I want to talk to Etho?" That seemed to confuse Grian enough to stop him from crying so hard, even if the tears were still welling up in his eyes.
"Well- you know- because I…" Scar trailed off, watching as Grian's eyes suddenly widened.
"You ate him?!" Grian yelped, looking more startled than anything else at the moment. Maybe that was a good thing.
"Well, you know," Scar laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Things happened, we may have gotten a little out of hand."
There was a shuddery breath from Grian. "And he didn't care?"
Well, better than the accusatory tone. Scar shook his head. "Not really, I mean, I had to get all his stuff and put it in a chest for him, but that's just normal stuff, y'know?"
"Normal stuff," Grian repeated, stumbling back a little, quickly holding up his hand to stop Scar when he rushed forward to help him. "I'm going to lay down."
"Okay." Scar kept his voice soft again, watching as Grian slowly lowered himself onto the bed. He looked so shaken, it wasn't normal.
Grian was silent for a little, eyes closed, clearly trying to regulate his breathing. Scar felt horrible, guilty, he'd never wanted to put Grian through this.
"Are you mad at me?" The childish question escaped him before he could even think about it. Well clearly Grian wasn't very happy with him!
Apparently though, Grian had to think about the answer, taking his time before slowly shaking his head. "No," he croaked out, almost silently. Scar felt a rush of relief at the answer, but not enough.
"Is this… why you haven't been eating?" He asked softly, moving closer to the bed now.
Grian's face twisted up into something ugly, an expression Scar had never seen on his face before, and still the other didn't bother to open his eyes, not yet.
"Scar," he started out, after another long silence, needing to think, "have you ever been forced to do something you never wanted to?"
Scar felt his throat closing up again, suddenly beginning to understand. A hot flash of anger ran through him, lingering even on this yellow life, far longer than it should have. A burning hatred made its home in his chest before he managed to temporarily stamp it out, focusing on the other in front of him. "Oh, Grian," he barely managed, a hand making its way to the vex's shoulder.
Another deep breath before he continued. "Every time-" His voice wobbled, his body trembling under Scar's touch. "Every time I try to eat, I'm- I feel it, the hunger, and I-" Another sob wracked through his body. "I'm afraid it's going to be- it's going to be- that I wasn't able to stop myself and it's actually-" He was cut off by another sob, and this time, Scar couldn't help but pull Grian into a hug now.
Grian didn't seem to mind, contrary to how angry he had been earlier, clinging to Scar as if he would die if the other let him go. Scar held him close, squeezing him so hard he almost felt it himself, but Grian was holding on just as tight, crying into his shoulder. Scar startled himself a little as his wings wrapped around the two of them, but Grian didn't seem to care, or maybe even notice, face hidden from sight as he trembled and sobbed.
"I don't- I can't- Not again-" Grian couldn't form a sentence, it seemed, but that was fine. Scar could talk enough for the both of them.
"Grian, shh," he cooed softly, which seemed to instantly relax Grian, if just a little bit. "You won't," he promised, a hand moving up, threading through the other's hair, petting him in a way. "You don't have to, you never will," Scar murmured, beginning to rock the two of them ever so slightly, listening for any sign that Grian was calming down.
"Do I have to want to?" Grian asked almost petulantly, if it weren't through his tears.
Scar chuckled softly, continuing to gently run his fingers through his hair. "But you don't want to," he reminded him, gently. "Instincts aren't wants, and it's certainly not a need either," Scar murmured, feeling Grian slowly starting to relax against him.
"But- but what if I have to defend myself, and- and after-" He was getting himself worked up again.
"Nothing would happen," Scar assured him, cutting off that line of thought as soon as he realized where it was going. "You're not a slave to the hunger, Grian, I promise. It's not going to force you into anything, or try to trick you. It's just a dumb instinct, okay?"
"But if I've already done it once-"
"You didn't want to then either," Scar was becoming a pro at cutting Grian off tonight, "and there's nobody here who would make you. Especially not yourself." And if anybody did, Scar would be quick to end them, rules be damned. This went beyond the game.
Grian went quiet after that, taking soft shuddery breaths still as he clutched so tightly to Scar. At least he was starting to calm down a bit, breathing evening out the longer the two of them sat there.
"I'm sorry," Grian croaked out, breaking the long silence.
"Don't be," Scar only hummed, squeezing Grian a little tighter.
"You didn't even let me say what for," Grian complained, trying to pull away a bit to look up at Scar. Scar didn't let him.
"Don't need to, whatever it is you don't have to be," Scar promised, pressing a kiss to the top of Grian's head, silencing him again with the small action.
Eventually, after some more time passed, Scar shifted to lay the two of them down on the bed, Grian easily allowing himself to be pulled down with him. It was all too natural, having Grian in his arms like this, Scar never wanted to let go.
Instead of saying anything of that sort, Scar continued with a non-sequitur. "I think we have a carrot or two."
"Mm?" Grian seemed a little out of it as the muffled hum left him, after a breakdown like that, Scar couldn't blame him.
"Carrots, I could plant them for you. They grow decently fast, and they shouldn't set anything off."
Scar felt Grian's arms squeeze a little around his middle, tightening for just a moment before relaxing again. "I'd love that."
Scar felt his chest warm at those words, unable to help himself from pressing another kiss into Grian's hair. If asked, he could always claim it platonic.
"If you let me go before sundown, I'll plant them this evening," Scar offered, only squeezing Grian tighter as he felt the other start to pull away at his words. "Only when you want to."
He could feel the hesitation radiating off his soulmate, but soon enough Grian relaxed into his hold again.
"Soon," Grian murmured, face buried still in Scar's shirt. "It's early still, I shouldn't need this for too long."
"It's okay if you do," Scar quickly assured him, squeezing again. "I'll do it in the morning if that's the case."
Grian snorted softly. "It's hardly noon."
"It's already noon," Scar groaned dramatically, making Grian laugh. Good.
"You are a ridiculous man." This time Scar allowed Grian to pull away from him just enough to look each other in the eyes. Grian's were still watery, smile wobbling, but it was real.
"I could be more ridiculous," Scar offered, feeling a big grin cross his own face. "If you'd like."
Grian snorted again, hiding his face once more as he shook ever so slightly with laughter. "I don't know if I'd be able to handle that. You're already such a handful."
They were so warm laying here, tangled together. If Scar tried hard enough, he could almost feel the desert sun beating down on them again. He had missed moments like this.
"But I'm your handful, you're stuck with me," Scar teased. He liked to imagine that even if he weren't, Grian would still choose him. He knew he couldn't be sure though. Scar quickly chased those thoughts from his head before they became an aching in his chest, focusing on the here and now instead.
The here and now was Grian very clearly rolling his eyes, even if Scar couldn't see his face, he always tilted his head ever so slightly with the motion. He felt the fondness of the accompanying smile through the fabric of his shirt, not worrying too much about the actual action rather than the meaning behind it.
"You're so cheesy." Grian sounded amused, which was so much better than before. That meant Scar's attempts at cheering him up were actually working.
Scar hummed, feeling his wings fluff up with the positive feelings course through him. He still didn't get when or why they'd do things like this, but maybe he'd be able to get an easier read on Grian in the future.
Grian pulled away just a bit, and this time Scar let him, more than a little happy to find out he wasn't leaving his arms, not yet.
Instead the other slowly reached out, carefully petting Scar's wings, smoothing out the feathers and making him shiver slightly. "They do look good on you," Grian murmured after a moment, sighing softly. "Not quite your color though."
"Oh?" Scar felt like he was floating a bit, gaze focused on Grian's hand, slowly running his fingers through his feathers. “And what would be my color?”
“Feel like you should have more… sparrow-like wings,” he mused, easily keeping Scar’s focus as he continued to gently arrange the feathers. “Or a bright blue, like how your vex wings are.”
“You’ve never seen me with my vex wings,” Scar laughed softly, a hand moving to trace along where they would be on Grian’s back. “You didn’t even keep them for yourself.”
Grian made a little face at that, scrunching up his nose. “Made me uncomfortable they weren’t mine, they were pretty though,” he said, as if that didn’t make Scar blush, “I think you should keep them, sometimes.”
“They don’t sit very well when I use my wheelchair,” Scar explained.
“You don’t use it all the time,” Grian protested gently, and it took everything in Scar not to scrunch up his own nose.
“Yeah but… it takes a lot of energy to hide them, the kinda energy I don’t have when I want my wheelchair.” He was still gently running his fingers along where the wings should be. Grian’s own fingers had stilled, though still resting on Scar’s feathers. “Couldn’t imagine trying to fit in a wheelchair with these.”
Grian hesitated a little again, eyes flickering up to meet Scar’s before looking down again, guiltily. “You’ve… been alright, right? Since the change? I hadn’t really thought about it.” They had determined pretty early on that Scar’s chronic pain didn’t carry over, which was a very good thing, considering there was no way Grian would be used to it.
“Clearly you’ve had other things on your mind,” Scar hoped that would quell his anxieties, at the very least. “It’s been a bit difficult, with the lack of magic,” he admitted, waving his hand in the air a little, before allowing it to fall back down to Grian’s hip. “It’s a lot less muted, but not nearly as bad as it’s been in the past,” he explained, not wanting the other to worry.
“I’m sor-”
Scar pressed his hand to Grian’s mouth, grinning a bit as that shut him up. “Nope. No sorries. I’m fine, you’re fine. Everything’s fine.”
He saw the mischievous, defiant look in Grian’s eyes before he realized what it meant for him.
He yelped, pulling away suddenly as he felt a wetness against his palm. “Grian! Yuck!”
Grian rolled away from him in that moment, laughing as he just about fell off the bed, barely managing to catch himself on his feet. “What did you think I was going to do?”
“Not act like a twelve year old?” Scar huffed, wiping his hand off on the sheets beneath him. “Yuck. Ew. I can’t believe you,” he said, even while trying not to laugh as well.
“Get up and plant some carrots with me,” Grian insisted, grin still wide on his face as Scar continued to dramatically wipe his hand long after it had dried. “You promised.”
“I don’t know if I want to anymore,” Scar pouted, feeling himself being pulled out of the bed by Grian’s hands grabbing at his wrists, groaning even more dramatically. “Okay, okay. Fine, let’s go.”
When he finally stood, Scar swore he felt every single one of his joints pop, grunting softly. He was so caught up in stretching out his wings, he didn’t notice Grian moving closer to wrap his arms tightly around him, humming softly, face hidden in his chest a little.
“Thanks, for everything,” Grian murmured before pulling away, his cheeks tinged red, but otherwise unaffected. Scar’s on the other hand felt like they were burning up for some reason. Then Grian turned on heel, quickly heading for the door. “Let’s go, before it gets too late.”
“Right-” Scar more felt his voice crack than heard it, clearing his throat. “Right!” And he was following Grian through the door. Maybe after all the hard work he could convince Grian to cuddle up with the Jellies with him, they deserved it after today.
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Is Starbucks really sending money to Israel?
I understand that so many people have been concerned over the welfare of Palestinian citizens and whether or not specific companies are supporting the wrong cause, but has anyone actually checked for credibility? I always see people claiming that Starbucks has specifically sent money to the Israeli Government but they never have proof to support those claims.
If you take a few moments to look up whether or not this is true there's a lot of evidence that actually supports the opposite.
In an article dating back to 2014 by "Starbucks Stories", neither Howard Shultz (Former Company President) or the company itself have claimed or been proven to have spent any money regarding political climate or warfare.
Upon being asked: "Is it true that Starbucks or Howard Schultz provides financial support to Israel?" the reply was,
"No. This is absolutely untrue. Rumors that Starbucks or Howard provides financial support to the Israeli government and/or the Israeli Army are unequivocally false. Starbucks is a publicly held company and as such, is required to disclose any corporate giving each year through a proxy statement."
Additionally any rise of hate towards the company allegedly stems from a now-deleted "X" post and the fact the company had sued its union for publicly standing with Palestine. I personally do not find this as a means to cause an uprise and boycott, though, because the company has stated that they are not affiliated with anything political nor do they interact with issues of that nature. Realistically, the Starbucks Union posting of their stance on a government issue was most likely a breach of contract or company policy regarding their disdain for "political matters".
Sara Kelly, executive vice president for the company said:
"We strongly disagree with the views expressed by Workers United, including its local affiliates, union organizers and those who identify as members of 'Starbucks Workers United' -- none of these groups speak for Starbucks Coffee Company and do not represent our company's views, positions, or beliefs,"
Again, this isn't necessarily a means to provoke a boycott. If she were to openly speak out for or against any government issue, especially as a world-wide company, this could cause many problems, such as loosing money and buissiness partners, which may be selfish to the public eye but financial disputes between companies and keeping the company afloat is probably more important than responding to the general public's accusations.
Also, the company is ran by so many different people all of whom share their own beliefs.
Sarah Kelly also stated:
“As a leadership team, we want to again express our deepest sympathy for those who have been killed, wounded, displaced and impacted following the heinous acts of terror, escalating violence and hate against the innocent in Israel and Gaza this week. Starbucks unequivocally condemns acts of hate, terrorism and violence,”
Starbucks stands against violence and with the innocent people being harmed. The boycott should be called off, as the evidence stating the company does not support Israel heavily outweighs what does say they support Israel.
I think that the boycott should be called off under the notion "innocent until proven guilty" and that people should stop attacking others for buying from the company; also don't join the bandwagon and believe everything you see on TikTok...
I wold write a more in-depth debunk but class is almost over. And, I feel like I may sound like a very problematic person but if I'm going to be honest I felt like I had to clear the air around this controversy as a freshly-turned 16-year-old who needs a job (there aren't very many choices for me). I personally only want for the bloodshed to stop and do not side with either or any government.
SOURCES
https://stories.starbucks.com/press/2014/facts-about-starbucks-in-the-middle-east/
https://money.cnn.com/2014/08/08/news/companies/starbucks-israel/index.html
https://amp.cnn.com/cnn/2023/10/13/business/starbucks-israel-palestine-workers/index.html
https://abcnews.go.com/amp/Business/companies-starbucks-mcdonalds-face-controversy-amid-israel-hamas/story?id=104219615
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People refuse to inform themselves on how abuse manifests differently if a woman abuses a man.
The Johnny Depp and Amber Heard trial showed this. Here’s a post going through the trial & research that's been done, both to show and raise awareness.
I talk about this more in my twitter thread here and include more evidence + links to the research I used.
I will be talking about experiences that men go through who are survivors of abuse perpetrated by women and seeing how it reflected with the depp v heard case, learn to recognize the signs in your relationships, and your loved ones
Note that I am just stating my opinion and from what I’ve seen in court documents, the UK and US trial, testimonies, statements, evidence, and background.
Power & control is one of the main arguments that AH supporters use in order to invalidate men who are victims. So let me bring light to the control tactics that women use as it is indeed different than what we normally witness with men.
Threats of false accusations. Threats to file a false report, threatening to call 911 and say he was abusing her, using the legal system against them. [legal/administrative IPV], which is not as well known as it is commonly used against men
This is very congruent with the whole incident of may 21st [Timeline of the Incident]
"A study showed that approximately 50% of men victims of IPV stated that their partners gave false information to the court system in order to gain custody of the children or to obtain a restraining order.”
In fact, AH stated multiple times and told people that the reason she filed the TRO was because she was going to have no place to live (evidence) after JD told her he wanted a divorce on May 21st, even though he told her she could stay there anyways. It seems like she collected evidence to prove that she was being abused in order to get the TRO and penthouses right away.
Women who abuse men use the fact that any form of self-defense from the man can be used for their benefit in the case that they get injured when a guy tries to defend themselves, because then they can go out take photos of the injuries and say they were being abused, holding it against the guy so they have control.
“Due to this, many men get away from their partner or go to another room, what was least endorsed was to hit/grab/shove/push back, but there is also evidence that some are blocked in their efforts to leave, either through further violence or having their access to transportation blocked.”
Like in Johnny Depp’s case.
Dr. Anderson: “If he was going to leave her to de-escalate from the fight, she’d strike him to keep him there"
If they leave they get blocked, if they defend themselves the abuser can frame them as the abuser, it puts them in a position where they’re stuck in the situation.
That’s a form of power, the fact that someone can hit someone repeatedly and the victim is unable to do anything? That’s power.
Reversing the roles is something common that one may do in order to frame themselves as a victim of situations they were the perpetrator in, hence why women may try and use reactions to their advantage, at times purposefully instigating and provoking their victim.
Head-butting incident. JD has said since the beginning that he was trying to stop her from punching him so he tried to put his arms around her.
And Amber in the audio sounded really surprised that he hurt her like that, even though she’s stating that he did A LOT more horrible things to her, yet the head butting incident is what she’s incredibly mad about, one in which Johnny Depp admitted there was a collision [but nothing close to hurting her nose] when he was trying to defend himself..
These stereotypes that society holds and the media further fuels, are consistently seen through society’s reaction of this trial, oftentimes society seeks to justify a woman’s violent behavior no matter the situation, portraying any sort of physical violence as women reacting or being provoked rather than the actuality that women can be unjustifiably physically violent, and that is called abuse.
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Since that dumbass Maybeplayingsmash has decided to make shit up about my positions on rape accusations... yet again... I think that this is a good time for me to repeat my actual stance on them. You can then go back to my old posts and see that my position back then is still consistent with what I’m saying now; but not with what Maybeplaying claims that I said.
So here’s the short version:
False rape accusations are rare.
False rape accusations made specifically to ruin someone’s life are even rarer, and often ineffective.
The "ineffective” part is especially true if you’re white and you don’t act like a sleazy predator.
In a public discussion, your judgment about “Is Person X guilty or not?” is up to your own discretion.
Longer version under the cut.
False rape accusations are rare.
There’s a lot of studies about rape accusations, but many of them don’t make a distinction between fake and unfounded. An unfounded accusation is when you accuse someone, but the cops think that there isn’t enough evidence to warrant an investigation; a false accusation is when you knowingly and deliberately accuse someone of a crime that they did not commit. Many of these studies blindly believe cops when they refused to investigate certain cases because “they were obviously false”... despite the fact that the cops refused to investigate, and therefore don’t actually know whether thoe cases are false or not.
(And yes, there IS a pretty big problem of cops refusing to investigate rape cases when instead they should have investigated them. In particular, there’s the “rape kit backlog” - thousands of rape kits that the cops refused to test. When they tried checking 1,600 rape kits in Detroit, they found that many of them contained DNA from 100 confirmed serial rapists. If those kids had been tested, maybe the cops would have identified those rapists sooner.)
Anyway, the study I use is David Lisak’s which states that only 6% of rape accusations are false. However, only a third of rapes are reported, so the real percentage of false rape accusations should be just 2% of rape cases - which is pretty similar to the percentage of criminal cases that are false.
False rape accusations made specifically to ruin someone’s life are even rarer, and often ineffective.
On top of being rare, false rape accusations tend to follow specific patterns.
In some cases, people falsely claim to have been raped in order to cover up something else - for example: someone accidentally gets pregnant, and to justify the pregnancy, they claim to have been raped. The issue with these accusations is that the accuser usually doesn’t accuse a specific person that actually exists; instead, they make up a fictional attacker, keeping the details intentionally vague. Between the vagueness and the lack of evidence (since the rape, you know, didn’t actually happen), it’s extremely unlikely that the rape will be reported to the police; get investigated; and actually result in someone being formally arrested.
Then there’s the cases where the accuser is a mentally ill person who only thought that someone raped them. Usually, when this happens, the accuser either has a history of compulsive lying (which will discredit them and paint them as an unreliable witness); or they were really victims of some horrible abuse, and they interpreted it as rape. In the first case, even if someone accuses you, you’ll be safe because the accuser won’t be believed; and in the second case, you are very unlikely to be accused unless you’re someone who goes around abusing disabled people.
Then there’s the “revenge” cases - the cases where someone actively hates you and deliberately decides to accuse you of raping them, even when you didn’t. The problem with these cases is that the accusation itself tends to be over-dramatic, with plenty of lurid details - because the accuser specifically wants to draw attention to the accusation as much as possible, in order to ruin your reputation. The problem is that these accusations often describe situations that, if they really did happen, they would leave tons of evidence behind; but since the accusation is, well, false, the evidence doesn’t exist. So when people look for evidence and don’t find any, they won’t think “Well, that was to be expected: most rapes don’t leave around much physical evidence". They will think: “Wait, she said that 20 men broke in her home and violent raped her, but there’s no evidence whatsoever, the house is still intact, none of the neighbors noticed anything? Something doesn’t add up.”
So, as you can see, false rape accusations aren’t exactly effective in terms of “Will your reputation be ruined?”. Even if someone deliberately decides to falsely accuse you, they are extremely unlikely to be believed. And society already has a huge bias against rape victims, so the odds are even more stacked in your favor.
The "ineffective” part is especially true if you’re white and you don’t act like a sleazy predator.
The second part is easy to explain. If you take a sleazy guy that doesn’t respect people’s sexual boundaries, and a guy that instead does respect boundaries and doesn’t harass people; and you accuse them both of being rapist, the accusation against the former will be much more likely to be accepted by third parties.
As for the first part, we’ll have to look at wrongful convictions - cases where an innocent person was jailed unjustly. Specifically, we must look at race. Black people are much more likely to be unjustly accused, compared to white people; and if we look at only the people who have been unjustly accused, black people are much more likely to be jailed, compared to white people. So it’s clear that race absolutely plays a part in the false accusations issue - if you’re white, you’re much less likely to be falsely accused, and false accusations have a much lower chance of actually affecting you.
In a public discussion, your judgment about “Is Person X guilty or not?” is up to your own discretion.
In discussions about rape cases, pretty much 100% of the time, there’s at least one guy who yells “Innocent until proven guilty! You must wait until the trial is over!”. They try to shut down discussions about the suspect’s guilt, claiming that it would be unfair to judge someone as “guilty” without a trial.
But, strangely, when it comes to other crimes, this is much less ikely to happen: commenters are fine with allowing people to claim that the suspect is guilty, even if they disagree with the judgment. So what is going on here?
First of all, we must understand the concept that different contexts have different “standards of evidence”. Let’s take penal and civil trials, for example:
Penal trials follow an “innocent until proven guilty beyond reasonable doubt” standard. If there’s a reasonable chance that Person X is innocent, then the jurors must declare Person X to be innocent; if there’s no reasonable chance, then the jurors must declare Person X to be guilty.
Civil trials, instead, follow a “preponderance of evidence” standard. If the evidence in favor of Person X’s innocence is more abundant and compelling than the evidence in favor of their guilt, then the jurors must declare Person X to be innocent; but if the evidence of Person X’s guilt is more abundant - even if there’s still a reasonable doubt that Person X might be innocent - then the jurors must declare Person X to be guilty.
As you can see, to declare someone guilty in a civil trial, you need less evidence than in a penal trial. Why this disparity? Because civil and penal trials have different potential consequences for the accused. In a penal trial, the defendant can be jailed if proven guilty; but in a civil trial, the defendant cannot be jailed. The stakes in a penal trial are higher, so the evidence required to declare the defendant “guilty” are higher.
Let’s make another example. A cop wants to search your house; so how much evidence does he need to get a warrant? “Innocent until proven guilty beyond reasonable doubt”? No; he only needs probable cause that you committed a crime, and that your house might contain evidence of that. The cop doesn’t even have to prove your guilt; he only needs to prove that there’s a reasonable chance that you’re guilty.
So, what about public discussions? If you think that someone is a rapist, can you jail them? No. Can you take their money? No. Can you break into their house to look for evidence? No. The stakes, in a public discussion, are relatively low: the accused might lose their reputation. So the standard of evidence is ALSO pretty low: you have a lot of discretion to decide whether the accused is guilty or not.
Personally? Since false rape accusations are very rare, I lean towards believing the victim. And that’s why I encourage them to warn other potential victims about potential predators; and to go to the police to denounce the rape, if they want to. (Again: if you report a rape to the police, you have a very low chance of being believed by the cops, and a very high chance that you’ll be accused to be a liar and vilified. So I don’t think that rape victims should be blamed if they choose to not report their rapes; I blame the legal system for not doing its goddamn job and not properly investigating rape cases.)
BONUS: The absurdity of my accusers
My accusers are absurd. They outright admit that the accusations are false, but they think that I should consider them as true because - according to them - I declared that all accusations are true, and an accusation is enough evidence to justify sending someone in prison. So, if I get accused, I must treat the accusations as true and advocate in favor of sending me to jail, otherwise I’m an hypocrite. Right?
Except that it’s a strawman - I’ve never said that. Notice how, every time people accuse me of saying that, they NEVER bring any actual quote; that’s because they don’t actually have any actual evidence that I’ve used that argument. They accuse me of “hypocrisy” and “moving the goalposts” because I refuse to adhere to a standard that they - not me - have created.
And their claims don’t make any sense. I’ve never committed any sexual act on anyone; but according to my accusers, that doesn’t matter - they accused me of rape (a sexual act), so I should disregard my memory and unconditionally accept the accusations. I never went tothe USA; but according to my accusers, that doesn’t matter - they accused me of committing rape in the USA, so I should just accept it. According to my accusers, their rapist told them that “Aridara” was its tumblr blog; the idea of a rapist going out of its way to specifically reveal its tumblr blog to its victims is patently absurd - but, for my accusers, that doesn’t matter; not only I must believe that this really happened (even though the accuser don’t know anything else about the rapist - including their name, race, appearance, sex, or where/when the rape happened), I must unconditionally believe that the rapist is me just because it said “Aridara is my tumblr blog”.
Oh, and on top of that? The false accusations didn’t start when I said that, by default, I tend to believe rape victims when they claim that they’ve been raped. The false accusations started when I declared that, since I’m white and I don’t act like a predator, then a false rape accusation is very unlikely to cause me any consequence. THAT is what pissed my accusers off. So they decided to prove how false rape accusations can ruin people’s lives, by... falsely accusing me of rape, without ruining my life or even just causing me any meaningful consequence. Good job, guys.
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The Imaginary Children Bring Terror
Previously I had written how Imaginary Children were important to many a conspiracy theorist. By claiming to save children that didn’t exist - from the not-born, to the not-real, to the in-the-imagined future - people justified all sorts of grifts, conspiracy theories, and so on. “For the children” is both a triggering set of words and a meme because of how common it is.
These phantom children also justify all sorts of extreme responses.
To say one is going to “save the children” is an excuse to pretty much do anything you want - after all, doesn’t everyone want to do that? There’s no amount of money (belonging to other people) that you can spend, no amount of surveillance you can’t do, no amount of arrests you can’t make. “The children” are the ultimate excuse.
And of course for authoritarians, the perfect excuse.
To say one is going to “save the children” also means anyone you accuse of harming them is also undeniably evil. Who would ever want to hurt (the made-up) children but someone irredemably evil? You can do anything to anyone you want if you accuse them of hurting children first, even imaginary ones.
Again, perfect for authoritarians and bigots, but perhaps I repeat myself.
However, even if people are not harming the illusionary children, people who are in the way are still a barrier. If they question you or don’t want to go on a crusade, they’re at best someone to ignore if not outright enemies. Plus you can convert anyone questioning your love of false children into a villain when you need to.
An endless supply of enemies to send minions after.
In fact, to say you’re doing things “for the children” - especially future children - let’s you justify ignoring or creating problems. Ignore climate change, we have children to save. Creating a police state mine just be fine if you’re saving the children. Not paying your workers a living wage is important because your great wealth will be used for the future children - honestly.
If it’s for the children, you can do anything. Also you might just by coincidence become rich and powerful. Imaginary children are perfect tools for grifters, con-artists, and authoritarians.
Again, what’s weird to me, what is hard to understand, is how people can so easily ignore real children. Maybe it’s because real children aren’t perfect, aren’t the right color, and take effort to take care of. Maybe dealing with real children requires one confront the horrible reasons they suffer. Either way, plenty of folks seem to prefer imaginary kids to real ones - probably because they’re an excuse.
It’s up to us to focus on real people, kids or otherwise, because those focused on imaginary children will use them as an excuse to be terrible. It’s important to focus on real people because the people worried about imaginary children will use them as an excuse to be terrible to them.
- Xenofact
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Mx Nice Guy | AIRika | Trial 1-3 | Re: Ae-ra
AIRika finally snaps.
“Why do I bother with you people?! I get accused of stealing people’s stuff at the party, which was quickly proven false, and now this? My ‘stupid reasons’ are to solve this fucking god-awful murder and get out of here. You can be offended that I accused someone you like, sure, but you’re real mature to just throw it right back at me. I didn’t even accuse them. I only stated what we knew. I was vague because I didn’t want to actually accuse anyone until we had undeniable evidence that wasn’t just some bullcrap speculation. I’m not going to be the one who damns someone to their death. But fine! Villainize me as much as you’d like for stating the obvious! At least I’m not ignoring the dead body in the room and taking this seriously. At least I’m trying. Can you say the same about yourself?”
They can’t keep being nice. How can they? They’ve been pushed around so much. They’ve been called stupid, accused of crime after crime, bullied, and now this. No, this isn’t worth it anymore. Playing nice isn’t getting them anywhere. They fully scowl, crossing their arms and looking directly at Ae-ra before continuing.
“I can’t tell you my restriction because it would seriously risk… everything I have. But like I said, two people here know exactly what it is, and why I can’t share it. Erik Azrael and Eri. If you don’t trust Erik, fine, but Eri should’ve been able to figure it out from our talk. It’s nothing to kill over. It’s socially based, after all.”
Their voice is much louder than normal, and there’s a rare edge to it that’s not been heard in the angel’s voice. They’re not having it.
“The robe fits me, you’re right! It also fits multiple other people here. Is that the only evidence you have against me? A robe? Do I need to remind you that Erik saw me leave my room right at 7AM, and that END saw me asleep when she left the room? And that I look perfectly presentable right now? I was getting ready, as I always do, in my room from 6 to 7, when the murder took place. The fact that I even look this good should be testimony enough. END can probably vouch that she’s seen me do my morning routines. So unless you mean to tell me that I was able to sneak out of my room with nobody seeing me to complete a murder within an hour and finish by 7AM for my breakfast plans while looking like a goddess, be careful where you point fingers.”
Their alibi isn’t airtight, and they know it. They just hope this is enough to prove to the others their innocence.
“You’re right! Maybe it isn’t Lapis. There’s a lot that could relate to them, but nothing concrete. There’s still some evidence in general that we haven’t brought up! Maybe this will clear them, maybe this will damn them, why don’t we take a look?”
With that, they clear their throat, returning to the facts.
“First, back to Marlene herself. There was blood on her palms, meaning that at some point she was touching blood herself. It’s likely she was trying to either bandage herself up, stop the bleeding, or hold the bandages in place. With the stab wound and the blood trail from the trampoline room to the spa, we can also safely say she was attacked in the trampoline room but then brought to the spa for whatever reason- but we went over that already. This means she was conscious for some time between being stabbed and dying.”
“As for the killer, there’s a few places we know they went before and during the murder. They were in the eatery to take the knife and grab the ingredients, the theater to take the bandages, the trampoline room for the murder, and the spa to move the body and burn something in the sauna. The exact order and times they were in each place aren’t super clear, but that at least gives up places to focus on.”
“And one last thing? Marlene’s purse also had blood on it. Maybe I missed it, but I don’t think any of you have brought it up. I checked the contents, but there wasn’t anything really incriminating in there. However, why was her purse brought with her to the spa from the trampoline room if she was stabbed there first? There must have originally been something in that purse that was needed for whatever reason… we just don’t know what. I’d think it would be way too much effort to bring her purse and her body to the spa unless it was super important.”
“Now, what do you all have to say about that?”
What have they done to be thrown into the spotlight? They’re not afraid to look Ae-ra in the eye as they finish speaking. They’re not going to stir the pot, but they’re making their dissatisfaction known.
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Fact Check- Disney
Articles amongst other social media posts were formerly released as accusations towards the CEO of the Walt Disney World company stated that he was arrested for human trafficking. Now if you know the story you know this was in fact false. However, before we knew if it was true or false we had to make a decision to either believe what we read or dig deeper. The source of this article is "Logically" which I never heard of before but they state they are fact checking the articles. So I dug a little deeper to find that confirmed sources have other articles stating the accusations were false. This led me to check the original source of the information which is the Vancouver times. To which they stated that no confirmed references stated the arrest of Bob Chapek, but other employees from Disney were arrested for such causes. This just goes to show that articles and social media posts turn into a game of Whisper Down the Lane and how false information ends up looking like it is legitamate.
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#actualrecord #notmycar When challenged for supposed property empire, I went to the land registry website and confirmed ownership of each of my previous addresses, all belonging to landlord owners from whom I either rented just a room, or shared a tenancy with others. Little known to me, the landlords of this previous address were liquidating their asset (which to be plain to delusional morons) was never ever my asset. When I signposted my attackers to the real ownership, which had been blindly lied to be me, I was punished for supposedly preventing access to the value of an asset that was never ever mine. Instead of punishment of me, productive response of the delusional gang tot bullies would have been to follow up the company personnel of the named owner on the title deeds, which is incontrovertible. With sale of property by the owner who is and was never me, all of that value evaporated for belligerent stupidity in disrespecting my honest statements of account uninvestigated, and ignoring the incontrovertible land registry data. Taxing me deeply hurtful personal effects which are problems until fully restored by the bully tot moron gang will not remain unreversed regardless of difficulty in remaking everything needed in face of double bereavement. Instead the moron tot gang somehow delude themselves into finking they bullied me from a house in which I was only sub-tenant of one room, and only for 6 months. Morons all, but many have been gullible to the wilful ignorance of rental correspondence, rental payments out appearing on every bank statement, and public record available from the land registry far more cheaply than a decade of encircling for £0 security. Why did the bullying gang run in fear from pursuing the owners stated and instead inflict punishment for entirely false accusations of preventing. I have done nothing at all to prevent anyone accessing the wealth of this or 9 other London properties of which I was tenant when in the notorious London rental trap (of being unable to raise mortgage deposit) from 1994-2009. Punishments for what is clearly evidenced not to be true must now be perfectly reversed or forgiveness for years or undue persecution leading to double bereavement cannot even begin. Listen Jamie you twat, your insistence betting against public record has gotten you are life sentence of reparations of every atom of dust in order that double bereavement for your stupid bet against publicly known fact can become accomplished instead of perpetually haunting your petty little mind https://www.instagram.com/p/CPJYSBjFY7z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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King and Queen | S.B
Paring: Sirius Black X Fem!Potter!Reader, James Potter X Fem!Twin!Reader
Summary: James goes through a lot during his time at Hogwarts but his sister is always by his side.
Inspiration: Click
A/N: If this comes off insensitive to anyone please let me know and I will remove this.
James Potter was a handful. From the minute he was born, he had this gleam in his hazel eyes that raged and burned with trouble. His twin, Y/n Potter, was almost the opposite. The soft smile that laid on her features and the glitter of calamity in her eyes. Euphemia and Fleamont were in for a lot the minute their twins were born.
Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder is most comparative to having a web browser up with one too many tabs. James had always been unable to focus and was naturally messy. Truth be told, he thought it was normal, just as everyone else did. It wasn’t until his second year at Hogwarts did he realize something was genuinely wrong with him.
Remus told him that he had this muggle thing called “dyslexia,” which was a difficulty in interpreting words, letters, and other symbols. However, it never affected his overall intelligence because everyone knew that Remus Lupin was indeed and wholly brilliant. It got James wondering, did his inability to focus, be organized, and hyperactivity have a deeper meaning?
His twin - Y/n - was quite the opposite. She made quick friends with Remus, Sirius, and Peter, who were close friends of her twin. Y/n was top of their class, creating a friendly competition with Remus, but she was always able to focus. Often she would hyper-focus, which would leave her working for over five hours at a time without realizing it. In those times, James would have to snap her out of it.
Over the summer, James expressed his concerns to his parents. He was talking about how this could be a real issue he’s facing using Remus’ dyslexia as an example. Eventually, they gave in, letting James go to a muggle doctor. James had to fill out a questionnaire that would come back with his results in one week. That week was probably the longest week of his life. Nonetheless, his test results had come back positive.
Fleamont and Euphemia would be lying if they were surprised. After hearing about the disorder, it was almost the definition of their eldest son. Fortunately for James, the muggles had come up with a cure - no, not a cure - dammit, what was it again?
Impede the symptoms! That’s what those muggle pills do. James was required to take two pills a day, one in the morning and once at night. Y/n was in charge of making sure he did so because - more times than he’d like to admit - he would forget everything if it wasn’t for Y/n.
In third year, James was as energetic as ever while getting on the Hogwarts Express, “Aren’t you excited, Y/n?!”
She chuckled, “Yes, but Merlin, you don’t need to literally jump with joy.”
“But I’m excited!”
“I know that.”
They made their way to the compartment that held Remus, who was reading a book. James sat in front of him while Y/n took her seat beside Remus, “‘Ello Remus.”
“Hey, Potter pair.”
Y/n sighed, and James groaned, “That nickname needs to go away.”
“I quite like it.” Remus stated smugly, “Suits you both.”
“What’s that suppose to mean?” Y/n accused falsely, “It means that wherever one of you are, the other isn’t that far behind.” Remus replied.
James had zoned out already, and Y/n snapped in his face, “Take your pills?”
“Forgot.” James muttered guiltily, “Oh Godric.” She whispered.
“Pills?”
“James went to a muggle doctor this summer.”
Remus quirked an eyebrow, “Did you now?”
“Got diagnosed with ADHD.” James informed, and Remus looked amiss, “Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.”
“Ah, I’ve heard of that.” Remus said, and James smiled sheepishly, “I feel kinda odd, like out of place.”
“Why?”
“Dunno, just, why can't I be normal?”
“You are normal, James.” Y/n reassured, “And anyone who says differently obviously doesn’t care about you.”
The compartment door slammed open, “Who doesn’t care about who?”
Remus snorted, “Ever the dramatics, huh, mate?”
“‘Course.” Sirius flopped down beside James, “It comes with my charm and devilishly good looks.”
“Ah, yes.” Y/n said, chuckling, “Don’t you see how I’m swooning for you?”
The back of her palm was against her forehead, “Come off it.” James swatted at her and then elbowed Sirius, “Better not make my sister swoon.”
Sirius chuckled and shrugged, “Can’t help it. I’m just that irresistible.”
The four of them laughed at Sirius’ dramatics and continued talking about the new term. Remus and Y/n were talking about books they couldn’t wait to read. Remus was even kind enough to gift her some muggle books he bought over the summer holiday. Sirius and James bickered about what pranks to do this year, along with which ones were better.
Third-year was fun. It was a year of flooding corridors, turning Slytherin robes red and blasting music in the common room after a Gryffindor victory. James was a brilliant Quidditch Chaser, and Y/n was a fantastic Seeker. Nothing was quite like the Potter pair. Something about them was just unforgettable.
Maybe that’s why Sirius was so fond of her. Something about the Potters made people around them smile on the hardest of days. They made sure that every moment was a night to remember. Every memory was worth reliving. So adventurous, so reckless, yet so kind and loving.
By the time fifth year rolled around, Sirius Orion Black had fallen off a cliff into a lake called love. Sirius completely submerged himself in love for Y/n Potter. The younger twin by just 20 minutes, but something about her was so divine. Was it her silk and glittering h/c hair? No - maybe it was her gleaming e/c eyes. Perhaps it was for her strive for adventure and extreme kindness.
Nonetheless, Sirius fell hard.
And who better to tell than James Potter himself?
Causally - as usual - Sirius opened the door to the Marauders dorm. It was empty aside from the brunet boy with glasses on the bridge of his nose. His hazel eyes were focused on a textbook - Potions textbook - maybe it was to impress Lily. Sirius couldn’t care less, so he pulled the chair out in front of the desk and sat before James.
“Mate, I need your help.”
“Running from Filch?”
“No. Something- Something worse.”
“Something worse?” The textbook shut loudly.
Sirius nodded, “Way worse.”
“Alright then, come into my office.” James teased, and Sirius grinned.
It was silent, “I’m in love with your sister.”
James sputtered, “Excuse me?”
“I’m in love with Y/n.”
“No, no.” James waved his hand horizontally, “I heard you.”
“Then what else would you like me to say?” Sirius asked.
“Literally anything else.”
“Sorry, mate.” Sirius muttered, “I- I really didn’t mean to.”
James chuckled and wiped his hand across his face, “I suppose you can’t really stop love, huh?”
“You really can’t.” Sirius agreed, “I tried. I promise I tried.”
“It’s not that big of a deal late.” James assured, and Sirius looked at him with wide eyes, “I trust you just-“
“Just?”
“I’m worried about her.” James completed, “I- I worry about her every night.”
Sirius softened, “It’s like you with Regulus-“ James continued before Sirius could interject, “And don’t pretend. Your silencing charms are bloody terrible.”
“I know you still care for Regulus, you worry about him every night, and I do the same for Y/n, except my silencing charms are better.” James teased sightly, “I trust you, Sirius. You’re the brother I never got but always wanted. You know, the brother I can play Quidditch with, rough around with, the brother who’s just as sneaky and mischievous as I.”
“But Y/n is still my blood. She's my twin, my best friend, my partner in crime. She was the mind behind my pranks before Remus.” James elaborated and then smirked, “Remus and Y/n make a great team, ya’ know?”
“They are quite brilliant.”
“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, take care of her?” James looked like the eleven-year-old boy again, “Don’t make her a fling and don’t make this temporary.”
“Y/n is a strong woman, and she isn’t for weak men. I’ll be honest,” James chuckled, “She doesn’t need a man. She doesn’t even really need me. I need her more than she needs me. Regardless, take care of her. She deserves a man worthy of her. Someone that’ll get her ice cream at 4 a.m. because she’s craving it. Someone that’ll go on sporadic trips with her. Someone that’ll understand that after a hard day, all she wants is a book and coffee.”
Sirius was appalled; he’d never seen James look so passionate, “Growing up, mum always told me to be a gentleman. I know it may not seem like it sometimes, but she always raised me as one. To hold a door for them, push and push in their chairs for them, give them my jacket even if I’ll freeze.”
“Those kinda things. Dad said I should practice on Y/n, and I did. From then, Y/n always got treated like a queen, and she deserves no less. I won't lie, my parents treat me like a king too, and I don’t want any less either.” James explained, “Be the king that’s worthy of my sister.”
“That’s all I ask of you.”
Sirius nodded, “I’d be honored to serve her as my queen.”
“And if you show her no less, she’ll spit you out like chewing gum.”
He shuttered, “I hate how accurate that phrase is.”
James laughed, “I know her more than you think.”
By sixth year they were dating. Sirius would be lying if he wasn’t eternally shitting himself when Y/n said yes to going to Hogsmeade with him, alone, as a date. In fact, James almost wanted to throw him a party for finally not being a little bitch and asking out his sister. This party consisted of a bottle of firewhiskey and chocolate because that’s all that was in the boy's dormitory. But a party nonetheless.
When Lily rejected James for the last time before graduation, he was utterly heartbroken. He’d spent and dedicated seven years of his life to this gorgeous woman. Despite all his efforts and all his charms, she still wasn’t interested. James tried. He really tried. He wanted Lily so bad. His heart broke when she said her final words of goodbye.
“I’m sorry, Potter. Maybe in another life, just not this one.”
Tears had ebbed at the corner of his eyes as he made his way back into the castle from the Black Lake. In the common room, where he felt like he had just got dowsed in water. James made his way to the girl's dormitory. His hand curled into a fist and knocked lightly on the wooden door. Shuffling was heard from the other side, and the door finally opened, revealing his sister.
Without warning, James crashed into her arms, forcing his nose in the crook of her neck, “Woah.”
“Are you okay, James?”
His body shook with sobs as he shook his head no, “It’s okay. Let’s go lay down, okay?”
Gently she led him to her bed. He curled up beneath the navy blue comforter and placed his head on the silk pillow sheets. If he tried hard enough, he could forget the way Lily’s hair smelt today or the way her green eyes glistened in the sun. Now engulfed in his sister's scent, trying to remove every feeling for Lily possible, he dug his nose deeper into the comforter.
Y/n sat beside him, her back to the headboard, and ran her fingers through James’ already untied hair, “What's got you so worked up?”
“It’s done.”
“What’s done?”
“L- Lily and I.” James choked, “She- She really doesn’t want me.”
A new wave of tears overcame him, and Y/n continued to try and soothe him, “Well, she’s a tosser.”
James narrowed his eyes, “James, you know I love her. She's my best friend, but if she can’t see what’s right in front of her, then she’s an idiot.”
“Can I- Can I stay here tonight?” He asked hesitantly.
“You sure you don’t want me to stay at your dorm?” Y/n questioned, “Because you know who sleeps here.”
“Will you stay with me?”
“Till the end.”
After a couple of minutes, Y/n and James made their way down the steps to the boy's side. They walked up more steps and finally made it to the boy's dormitory. James collapsed on his bed in the left corner of the room, and Sirius perked up at seeing his girlfriend enter the room.
“Whatcha doin’ here, love?”
“Staying with my brother.”
Sirius nodded and stood up to hug her, gently pecking her forehead, “If you guys need anything, let me know, ‘kay?”
“Thanks, Siri.”
Gently Y/n pulled back the maroon curtain and sat down beside him again. James reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers. Something they used to do as kids. When a thunderstorm would go by, James would always seek sanctuary in his sister's comfort.
He fell asleep that night, knowing he was safe, loved, and knew that someone cared about him. Even if Lily didn’t love him, at least someone else did. He had his boys, and he had his sister. Right now, that’s all he needed beside him: Screw Lily and her idiot decision skills. Y/n was right; she was a complete tosser.
When Hogwarts was over, James and Y/n got a flat together. Sirius, Remus, and Peter got one only a floor above. Realistically this wasn’t the plan. James always planned to buy a house with Lily, but he was still healing, and after everything going on, it was vital for him to hold his sister close to him.
Euphemia and Fleamont barely lived to see their children graduate. Not too long afterward had died due to the horrid dragon pocks. It devastated both twins and Sirius. While Sirius wasn’t their true child, he very well could’ve. Euphemia noticed Sirius’s lingering stares on Y/n and the loopy smile that graced his features.
She was the one who got Sirius to man up. She was the one who gave him advice. She was the one who told him what books were her favorite, which chocolate she liked the best, her favorite quills. Euphemia was one of the main components in getting Sirius to date her daughter, and when it finally happened, the parents couldn’t have been happier.
James’ ADHD still remained even in his adulthood, making regular everyday tasks much harder and twice as long. Most of the time, the pills were able to help him complete those tasks. But sometimes, when Y/n wasn’t there to remind him, he would miss his days. When Y/n got home from work, she had barely taken off her shoes to see the apartment spotless.
It was a pleasant surprise, but James was never really one to clean, not that she really minded, but the apartment didn’t have a speck of dust on it. Hesitantly she put her keys on the island along with her bag.
“James!”
“Yes, Y/n?”
He appeared in the kitchen where Y/n was, “Um, did you clean the apartment?”
“Yes, I did!” James nodded enthusiastically.
Y/n sighed and gave her brother a sweet smile, “What did you not do today?”
“So, you know how you told me to go to the pharmacy?”
“Mhm.” Y/n nodded, “Indeed I do.”
“Well, they were out of my meds.” James informed, “I have to wait a week.”
“Oh, Merlin.”
“On the bright side!” James was already causing her a headache, “It’s gonna be a fantastic week! I’ve got so many things planned for us! We’re gonna go-“
James continued to ramble as Y/n grabbed her keys, bag and slipped back on her shoes, “I’m going to Sirius’!”
“Thought you were my sister.” James faked pouting, and Y/n smiled, “I love you, but you’re crazy.”
“I love you too!” He yelled as she closed the door.
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Rome was real
Once again I find myself reacting to stupid tiktok drama
To summarize: there is a person on Tiktok currently claiming that ancient Rome was not in fact a real civilization and was rather something fabricated by archeologists, historians, etc. This person refuses to use credible sources to back up this statement and most of their reasoning relies heavily on conspiracy theories (like for example there is nothing ‘written down’ from Rome therefor its not real). I do not have to tell you that this is stupid because: it is. The reasoning used is so bunk it physically makes my brain hurt. And the fact that they claim to have an anthropology degree while saying things like this makes me either think they are a very dedicated/self deprecating troll... or they got said degree from a non accredited university.
But this, ironically enough, does relate to an actual problem in the history world which I will go into using this drama as an example.
“I am right and the entire scientific community is wrong”
This is the common reasoning I see from people who usually come to my museum to challenge me on our exhibits. Some of the more common accusations I hear include:
Why do you have an entire exhibit on (insert native group here), everyone knows aliens built those mounds!
Well ACTUALLY, (insert terrible historical figure who was responsible for the deaths of thousands) was a good guy because he was a patriot!
You need to show BOTH sides of the argument (which is usually said in reference to our civil war exhibit about LOCAL regiments and we are in a northern state)
Or sometimes I am directly challenged because I am not a 72 year old white man so therefor all of the things I just told them are magically false.
Whatever the case may be I am still met with constant pushback for one stupid reason or another and its usually by people who go into the museum looking to validate their own strange theories rather than to actually learn something. And this is usually because they have somehow gotten it into their head that they are more qualified to speak on history than a historian because their read something on: facebook, some random blog, a conspiracy theory website, or a message board (all with no sources).
Historians, archeologists, anthropologists, museums, and other people who work in a field relating to history have no reason to create a massive conspiracy about something as well documented as ancient Rome, or other things of that nature.
Historians are not cartoonishly evil masterminds who purposely make up civilizations just to fuck with some random teenagers on tiktok/tumblr specifically.
Seriously, think about it.
Why would we have any reason to do that? And before someone comments or reblogs something anti-Semitic (because most conspiracies have roots in white supremacy and anti-Semitism) stop yourself right now, we dont use hate to spread false information here.
History does not change, new context is discovered and facts are corrected, but the history itself stays the same. And we use EVIDENCE (actual evidence and not just personal anecdotes and theories) to back up what we tell you.
For example: Why did Rome not speak “Roman”?
Because they spoke Latin. And the reason why Latin and Greek are so similar is because Latin was partially derived from ancient Greek and they were both developed geographically close to each other. Along with that, much like with the US today, many other languages were also spoken in the Roman Empire other than Latin because of how expansive/culturally diverse Rome was. For example: Greek was spoken in Rome because Rome admired Greek culture and due to the geographical proximity of Greece and Rome.
Why was nothing ‘written down’?
Things were. If you are looking for paper manuscripts those you will be hard pressed to find them since paper is a fragile material and anything from that time is probably now long destroyed. We do however have written texts etched in stone, along with archeological artifacts to confirm things written down on said stone tablets.
Culture is preserved through more than literature and saying an entire civilization is not real because there was not written down on paper manuscripts is just kinda stupid and sets a horrible precedent historically. Do indigenous cultures that primarily used oral tradition in place of a writing system automatically not exist because they do not have books explicitly explaining their cultural practices and way of life? Do artifacts and other archeological discoveries not mean anything since they are not ‘written down’?
Do you perhaps see now why this assertion is kinda stupid?
Remember kids: if you are right and everybody else in the world is wrong you are probably not as right as you think you are. And random leaps of logic and conspiracy theories are not reasonable citations.
#historical interpreter#history#ancient rome#rome#conspiracy theories#history museum#museam#museum#tiktok#mythbusting#archeology#anthropology#rant#rome is not real#ancient rome is not real
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Wait no because *I* have a crazy Crosshair stannie story too! One of his fans came after me after I said on a Tik Tok video, that he was an insubordinate jerk even before his chip went off and they told me that I was being "not only hurtful to him, but hurtful to all his fans who seek refuge in him because they have shared trauma" then I was called an ableist for "calling trauma victim's comfort characters 'jerks'...."
I-
See this is my beef with the concept of a "comfort character" because now what people like to do, rather than be normal about a character and their own mental health issues, is to latch onto and basically stake their entire wellbeing (or a significant part of it) onto polygons. Literally pixels. They have no healthy separation between themselves and the character, and so they take it personally and start accusing people of various forms of bigotry for literally either a) not liking the character, or b) stating an actual fact about them. Or even roasting or "bullying" the character.
In the range of false accusations made against me when the survey was still up, one was "(clonehub) makes fun of people's comfort characters" (and therefore is a bad person). In all seriousness, I'm sorry that you're not able to get access to the care you need, but you cannot seriously expect to be an adult on the internet and leverage your mental and emotional health against other people's opinions of your fave. "That's my comfort character" okay well I don't like them. I'm not under any obligation to keep my mouth shut about something I either don't like or find seriously problematic (like the bad batch lmao).
While I haven't seen the phrase comfort character itself as often, I've seen the same implied a lot by crosshair stans on more than one occasion. I saw a post once that was like "if you don't empathize with crosshair and his situation then the message was directed at you and you missed the point and you have serious issues" I'm sorry my Black self is not taking moral direction from racist pixels that joined a fascist empire and believes the eugenist lies that were fed to him for his entire life.
Like I've been keeping my mouth shut about it for a while bc ik it's probably some people who are sensitive to this. But like goddamn. No amount of personal attachment to a character justifies you expecting other people not to say negative things about them. The lack of healthy separation between a story/character and the viewer is how we get folks ready to die for pixels and perceived grievances that don't actually exist. I could write an essay on this, but this is long enough and I can tell I've stopped addressing what anon is really saying 😭
#ask#its just even more embarassing cause#99% of the people doing this are grown#like this corner of the internet#and even twitter#for the tbb fandom#is adults like early twenties ADULTS#its just not healthy
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