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slightlymore · 4 years

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Snail

Disclaimer: I do not consider Jaehyun a fuckboy in the derogatory sense of the term, he’s just very flirty and cocky in this piece for entertaining purposes okay lol alright let’s go; also, no, the snail title has nothing to do with the sexy situation lol dw, it’s a cursed one but not that cursed Words: 5K Warnings: mention of blood (regarding a little cut on the hand, nothing serious) related to the plot not the sexy bits | manhandling and rough | oral (both) + swallowing + face fucking

As the floor trembled and your escargot went flying all the way until meeting the handsome face of a stranger, you promised yourself to learn how to say no more often. You had no idea why you accepted to be on a cruise in the middle of the Pacific. Wasn't the Pacific supposed to be, you know, pacific? Or were you just that clumsy?

Your mouth was open and it continued to grow ever wider at the look of one escargot sliding slowly on the man's eyes. He was standing there, with hands wide open in front of him as if someone splashed a bucket of cold water on his whole body. "I am-" you got closer with the first napkin you could find, "-mortified" you added, trying hard to build up courage and wipe the garlic off his nose. But you didn't manage to as he preferred to wipe his whole face with his palm instead. You watched him with a sorry and disgusted face, while awkwardly holding the fabric with both of your hands. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and gave you the most assassin of looks. His wet eyelashes accentuated the growing redness and his furrowed eyebrows created a deep, scary shadow. You gulped loudly and jolted as he slid the napkin from your fingers with a violent movement. "I apologize, I didn't-" you tried to speak again but as the man finished to wipe his face he turned his back to you and walked away throwing the napkin at your feet. "-mean to…" you whispered without completing the phrase as no one was there to listen to it anymore.

Your sister laughed loudly for a solid minute into the phone. You sighed but you felt the chuckle warm up your chest and you found yourself grinning as well. "I can imagine his face even if I don't know what he looks like-" she spoke again but choking on the words as another laughing fit interrupted her. You shook your head as if pretending to be disappointed by her behavior. "It was terrible. I've been here for 20 minutes and I've already made a fool out of myself," you commented. "Y/N, I know you don't like stuff like this, but that fundraising party is vital for the image of my company," your sister finally was able to catch her breath. You rested your elbows on the iron rails and looked down at the shining water. "Yes, don't worry, I can deal with all of this". "Just smile and shake hands and tell people who is giving the money you're giving," you listened to your sister's voice through the phone. The sun was so bright that it was almost difficult for you to keep your eyes open. You suddenly started to feel hot and tired, already socially exhausted after interacting with only one person. Turning around, you stared at the colorful clothes people were wearing, yellow, red, green, white, pink, bright blue and your head started to hurt. Everyone was chatting loudly, holding drinks, telling each other about their last investments, yachts, airplanes, jewelry, celebrity parties, vacation plans. What in the world would you talk with them about when your dress was $15 and your earrings probably plastic? You sighed again. "-and remember to talk to the fundraiser. He's a pain in the ass but rather charming if you know what buttons to press," you listened to your sister's last words while wondering what she said before that. "Alright, get well soon," you replied, eager to sit somewhere in the shade with a nice refreshing lemonade or something. You walked around the deck, thinking about how nice it would be to put your hot feet inside the cool water of the pool. But no, the fundraiser wanted a chic, semi-formal look for the party. As if anyone cares. You rolled your eyes, having a full-on conversation with yourself inside your mind, hovering over the refreshments. You poured yourself whatever looked fresh and not too sweet and downed it all. It was only when you turned around, hearing the mic being hit as if someone was trying to grab everyone’s attention that you realized you just had a big ass glass of alcohol. “Thank you for being here,” said the man. He was on top of the small stage from where the live band was providing people with background noise. People clapped and you imitated them, trying to walk at the front and see the fundraiser’s face. Finally, he was speaking. Afterwards, it wouldn’t be that weird to just go inside your cabin and chill for the rest of the day until dinner, would it? You “sorry, uhm, excuse me, haha, mind if I just-, thank you” ed you way until being able to see the man’s feet. First thing: boat shoes. Okay, you were on a boat, kind of, but, honestly? Come on. Then you raised your eyes to see his cream shorts and sighed. In the end you eyed his red shirt with black palms on it. What a rollercoaster. But it wasn’t until you saw his face that you felt like falling down. “Snail man!” you gasped covering your mouth with your hand. Curious eyes looked at you from left and right and the man himself stopped from talking and looked down at you. You didn’t yell that just now, did you? Now you were definitely going to be thrown off the ship. Snail man’s eyes were firing but his lips smiled when he cleared his throat and just continued the monologue as if you were a little fly not worth his attention. You pressed your lips together, hoping that your warm cheeks would be mistaken for sunburns instead of killing mortification. After everything was finished and the band started playing their music again, you debated whether talking to the fundraiser or not. He didn’t look very pleased to see you and you were afraid you were going to embarrass yourself even further, but your conscience didn’t let you just run away. You didn’t apologize properly and your sister would be upset that you didn’t talk to him at all. “Uhm, excuse me,” you spoke to him, rising your hand a little as when you’re too shy to call the waitress to ask for more breadsticks. He turned his head to look at you, one hand in his pocket and the other one holding a glass of champagne. His eyebrows got furrowed very quickly and you sensed that he was doing everything in his power to not roll his eyes. “Ah, snail woman herself,” he commented with a dry voice. You walked towards him hurriedly as if glad he gave you a chance to talk to him. “I wanted to properly apologize for the incident. I didn’t do it on purpose… uh…” you knew his name was Jung Jaehyun but he was too young for you to use honorifics with him. At the same time, he definitely looked like someone wanting to be called Sir. He sighed. “Call me Mr. Jung,” he told you. Yep. “Mr. Jung,” you repeated. He sipped on his drink again. You stared. Uhm?? He should tell you that he’s forgiving you now, right? That’s how human interactions work. I’m sorry. Oh no, it’s alright. “Is there something else you wanted to tell me?” he spoke after the awkward pause. Was there something else you had to tell him? You were kind of panicking. How do rich people talk? “I am Y/N?” you question, hoping it was what he wanted to hear. Nice to meet you Y/N, let’s just pretend that we didn’t have an abrupt first contact and let me help you feel less embarrassed. But no. He laughed at you. Yeah. Just like that. He laughed loudly for everyone to hear while your whole face got even more flushed than before. The people that were close enough to you to hear your conversation, chuckled secretly, giving you weird stares. You stared at his face. If you didn’t feel a slow-boiling rage inside your chest, you might have considered his laugh charming, with those white teeth and deep dimples of his. But you were indeed starting to feel rather irritated. You did splatter him in buttery escargots and called him a snail, but you apologized and he definitely saw how mortified you were. Was this a way to make you pay? You looked around and felt the urge to hug yourself but you didn’t want to look more vulnerable that you actually were. “Okay, I’m sorry,” he talked again and you locked eyes with him again. He was still amused but a softer light adorned his eyes. “I’m messing with you. It’s fine. We’re cool, don’t worry about the snails,” he added, walking towards the refreshments table and looking around, unsure. You tailed him to be able to hear what he was saying. He was probably those types of people that were used to just walk around a company while six people surrounded him taking notes and helping him to take off his jacket. “Escargot,” you whispered. The man shrugged. “Snails that you eat. Besides, you called me snail man, not escargot man”. You took a glass of orange juice while he smelled some pastries. “Unless you wanted to say that I look like a snail,” he considered. “Oh no, you don’t look like one at all,” you assured him. “And how do I look?”. “Very handsome-” you sputtered before being able to stop yourself. Okay, what the actual fuck? There were legit thousands of different ways to say it. You look fine. You look nice. You look good. Nonchalantly Y/N. More casual. As if you don’t care. No. You look very handsome. God. To the snail man that embarrassed you just 1 minute ago. Mr. Jung looked at you with the corner of his eye and smiled. Who knows how many times he has heard that before. “Honestly, you caught my eyes as you entered the cruise. I was there when you tripped because I was coming to talk to you,” he confessed. His tone was flat though as if he was talking about the weather. Your head jerked into his direction. How does one reply to that? Thanks? Should you feel flattered? Okay, he was a very handsome man but if he needed only a piece of garlic thrown to his face to change his mind about you (when it was an accident) then you didn't want it. “I see,” you talked awkwardly while your hand tried to put down your empty glass. “Hey, caref-” Mr. Jung warned you but it was too late. Your nerves were so thin that you didn’t realize how fragile crystal glasses actually were. “Oh, shit-” you stared at the shattered pieces in your hand. One of your fingers was quick to bleed little beads of blood. “I am so sorry,” you apologized for what you felt was the 20th time that day. For no reason. “Let me see,” Mr. Jung ordered, carefully cleaning the skin of any remaining fragments after you opened your hand. “I have a first aid kit in my suite. Let’s go,” he spoke again and taking your other hand he just walked away, as if completely sure you'd follow him. You tugged a little trying to convince him that you were fine. “It’s alright. I have a band-aid in my purse”. Mr. Jung just stared at you without saying a word as if his eyes were powerful enough to command you to do what he wanted. Not negotiable, they were saying. You softened your grip and let yourself be dragged away with a sigh.

His cabin didn’t look like yours at all. It was much more spacious and elegant. His bed was round and luxurious. It looked so sensual with its red and black bedding that you had to look away. Your heels got buried in the soft and thick rug placed in the middle of the floor. Mr. Jung’s perfume impregnated the whole room and you felt a little light-headed. He took you to the desk in front of the big windows that were showing the lazy waves underneath the cruise. Leaving you there to rest your hips on the wooden furniture, he opened a cabinet and retrieved what he needed to disinfect your cut. When he turned around and got closer you could see how his expression was serious and stern, no trace of the flirty light from before. Maybe he didn't want you to sue him for hurting yourself on his cruise? You breathed sharply through your teeth when he placed the cold and wet cotton on your finger and he raised his eyes to look at you. You returned the glare. “It’s alright,” you whispered, inciting him to go on. You had no idea why you kept your voice so low. Maybe because he was standing so close to you, almost touching your knees with his thighs, or maybe because he looked so concentrated, his plump lips slightly open and a little line between his eyebrows. As he was looking down on your hand, you looked at his face for the first time without feeling shy. You didn’t like to see blood or maybe it was the sun hitting your head but you suddenly felt all your limbs very weak. When he was done and looked up, you swallowed and made sure to be caught gazing at the surroundings instead of the nude collarbones his unbuttoned shirt revealed. But maybe he wasn’t that stupid. “You look very pale,” he commented while raising a hand and brushing his thumb on your lower lip. “You also look a little shocked,” he added more amused when you jolted at his touch. Yeah, because you’re touching me, not because of the cut. What was he doing? Do rich people think that they own people as well? You tried to express that with your eyes but he looked unfazed as if doing that was as easy and normal as to shake someone’s hand. You knew you had to move away, tell him that you just need to get some rest, maybe lay down for a bit. But your limbs wouldn’t move. You cleared your throat. “Thank you,” you murmured moving your hand as to indicate what you were referring to. Mr. Jung was just staring, apparently not used to reply to gratitude, eyes slightly narrowed as if analyzing you, then they went down and openly looked at your breasts.

Okay. Alright. You didn’t wear any bra because it would have ruined the dress silhouette and you were already anxious out of your mind wondering if your nipples would show or not, so you definetly didn’t expect people to just staring at it. You gulped and let out a little nervous laugh while shifting your body, trying to do something that would distract him from staring at your boobs, not because you hated it, but because you suddenly felt exposed, shy and, God save us, maybe a little turned on. You shouldn’t have drunk that glass of alcohol. “Your suite is very nice. The color scheme is intense but charming-” you started to cary the conversation but felt your breath hitch as he got suddenly even closer as if not listening nor caring about what you were trying to discuss. “Please, don’t stop talking,” he purred. “I love your voice,” he added distracted. “You’re not even listening to me,” you replied with a tiny sound. “Mm, you’re right, I’m focusing on other things right now,” he smiled finally lifting his gaze on your face. “Your dress has a blood spot right here,” he pointed to one of your nipples, touching it, definitely feeling how it got hard because of it. You quickly dropped your head to your chest to see. Damn it!, that was a big ass spot on your fucking bright yellow dress. “Why did you wait so long to tell me that?” you jerked your head up again. He shrugged. “I got distracted”. And you knew what he meant with that. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms on your chest and puffing your cheeks. He found that very funny and just laughed at you. Again. “I think I should go now,” you nodded to yourself as if building up the courage to get up. “Yeah”, Mr. Jung agreed. But you didn’t move nor did he. So, he tilted his head on the side and wetted his lips with the tip of his tongue, getting as close as to whisper on your lips. “Or maybe you’re waiting for me to help you get undressed?” he asked teasingly. His hands were pressed on the desk around your body, his arms feeling like a cage and his presence so intense that you physically shivered. “You- you should let me go,” you stuttered, even if you both already understood that you had no intention to go away. Mr. Jung let his dimples appear in a shiny smile. "What if I want to do something else?" he asked without breaking eye contact. You kept in a whimper, not used to hear people talking to you like that. "You'd have to at least buy me dinner first," you tried to joke and keep up with his vibe. "I'll fill you up so well that you won't want to eat anything else," he whispered and you've never felt your guts do what they just did ever before. Fuck. "I-" you blinked unable to look at his eyes. What was happening? Why was the fundraiser flirting with you? Why weren't you already on your feet walking towards your cabin? Why were your fingers moving slowly to touch his wrist? Why did you were feeling the urge to let it brush his skin and follow the vein on his forearm until reaching the bicep then upon his shoulder, caressing it when it reached the soft part of the neck trying to understand if his pulse was beating as fast as yours or not. He let you do that as your eyes followed your hand and when it was close to his face you saw his jaw clench. You stopped. "Go on," he ordered but you couldn't bring yourself to, feeling your cheeks suddenly burn. So he took your hand and forced it down on his chest, slowly, letting you feel his muscles underneath the thin shirt fabric, going down on his abdomen, making your breath hitch as he flexed his abs on your fingertips, not stopping, letting it slide on his cold belt until your palm was all the way on his turgid length. He pressed his hand on yours even harder, letting you understand what you were dealing with, not looking away from your face, loving your reactions. Oh, you were wet, fuck you were so wet. "Okay," you breathed out, "okay, okay, you won Mr. Jung". "But there is no game," he explained with a sly smile. "If you're trying to make me pay or embarrass me because of the incident, then I'm sorry again Mr. Jung-” you spoke trying to keep your composure that was holding itself on the thinnest thread ever. He chuckled. “I’m trying to tell you that I want to fuck you, miss Y/N,” he whispered against your ear, articulating every word, slowly, as if he was touching you already with his voice alone. You let out a tiny moan that became suddenly bigger as his tongue lightly traced the curve of your neck, making you stretch it to the side. Then he just bit down, hard, with no warning, sucking on the skin, grabbing your thighs, digging his fingers into your flesh and lifting you into his arms. You yelped and tightened your arms around his neck not expecting the movement and not expecting his throwing you on the bed either. You exhaled sharply as it knocked all of the air out of your lungs and he didn’t even give you a single second to breathe in again, that he was already on the bed, on his knees, between your legs. Oh, God. It’s about to happen. But he didn’t do what you thought he would do. His smile never flattered and his eyes never let you go while his palms caressed your legs slowly, from your calves, going underneath your knees, tickling your sensitive skin, then upon your thigh where the dress split started. You looked down at his hands and just gasped loudly when he held the fabric and just tore it apart. “It was ruined anyway, baby girl,” he assured you seeing your shocked expression. You jolted again when he touched your stomach and ripped your dress again, this time until the tear reached your chest and you felt the material sliding off your skin to the sides. Naked in one second, you shivered certain that your cheeks were burning. You wanted to say something, but you had no idea what should one say in these types of situations. “Would you help me take this off as well, babe?” Mr. Jung smiled. “I can’t possibly tear that apart,” you sat up shocked. Jaehyun’s deep laugh tickled your ears. “Just unbutton it, love, it’s enough,” he suggested and you obeyed lifting your hands to rest on his chest for a moment then slowly tackling the task. You felt Mr. Jung’s gaze on your body just as present as his fingers drawing little circles on your bare thighs. “You are so beautiful, miss Y/N,” he suddenly said making your hands tremble on the last button. His compliment didn’t linger in your mind too much though as the image in front of you knocked your thoughts out of your mind. You touched him, starting from the bottom, pressing your hands hard then going up scratching his skin with your nails. He breathed out as your fingers spread on his chest and you expected him to finally kiss you but he just raised one hand and cupped your face, feeling your cheek with his thumb then letting it descend on your neck, massaging your throat, applying some pressure, enough for you to open your lips in an attempt to breath better. Your legs squirmed around him, trying hard to get together, indicating him that something between them needed attention. But he just smiled and didn’t budge. His hand continued to go down on your body until reaching your soft breasts, cupping them, feeling the smoothness of your skin and the plumpness of your hard nipples. You whined at the touch and your eyes implored him to go faster. “Be a good girl for me, or I will stop,” he warned you softly. “You want me to stop?” You shook your head quickly, so easy to submit yourself to him. He smiled as if pleased and let your breasts go to unbuckle his belt. His pace was so calm and slow, so different from just a minute ago when he literally ripped your clothes off your body. He was a surprise and your core felt even wetter at the thought of what he might do next. When he let his thick cock out, pumping it slowly, licking his lips teasingly, you thought he wanted you to go down on him, and oh, you were so eager to do it, letting your tongue feel his veins and taste his flavour. But he clicked his tongue with a dimpled smile as if reading your mind and directed his length on your breasts, hitting your nipples with the tip of his cock, little drops of precum smearing on them, making both of your breaths hitch. You looked down at how it moved and promptly grabbed your chest, tightening it around him, opening your mouth and letting a trail of saliva fall on it. Jaehyun hummed appreciatively and moved his hips between our breasts, loving the way your skin felt on his hot cock, grunting every now and then and biting his lower lip. You, on the other hand, were panting loudly, soon shut up by his fingers shoved inside your mouth to suck on them. Your tongue wet them well while looking up at him with lusty eyes as if asking if you were being a good girl or not. The answer was that you were so good that he had to feel that tongue on his cock as well. So he just grabbed your head by the nape and filled your mouth all in one go, hitting the back of your throat with the hottest groan you’ve heard a man do before. “Oh- oh fuck, fuck-” he managed to say as his adam apple went up and down, swallowing hard. He was so hot, rolling himself on your tongue, chocking you, thrusting fast, holding your face with both of his hands, staring down at how his cock disappeared between your lips. You whined at his size and you would have let him know that it was too much if he didn’t release right at that moment with a shudder of his hips. His expression was pained from pleasure and he tried to pull out but you grabbed his sides to keep him in place and he cursed again, feeling his cum slide down your throat as you swallowed around him, adding to the euphoria. A little trail of it came out your lips and down your chin that you promptly collected with your finger and licked off, slowly, not breaking eye contact. “You are driving me fucking crazy,” his voice came out deep and dangerous just like the look in his dark eyes and just like his manners. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down on your back but not giving you a second to catch your breath as you were already turned around on your stomach with a dull thud, his hands forcing you to get on all fours in front of him. Your panties were quickly dragged down your legs but your needy core wasn’t left bare too long as his tongue replaced the fabric, hugging your form tightly, vibrating restlessly on your bundle of nerves, smacking it by tugging it with his lip, caressing it with his thumb, stretching you out to fuck you with his fingers. Previously upright on your hands you just had to let yourself fall on the mattress, not having a single ounce of force in your arms anymore, pressing your face on the covers, mumbling nonsense as Jaehyun was sending you into pure bliss. His teeth followed his tongue on your thigh, biting the soft flesh and sucking on it hard, adding to the sensation his fingers provided so deep inside of you. “S-sir,” you whimpered breathlessly, “don’t stop, please,” you begged. And he didn’t. “Does it feel good, princess?” he asked before going back to tease your clit. “Y-yes, yes, please, I want-” you whispered. He knew what you wanted. He kept on pumping your core fast even when you let out a high pitched sound, gripping the sheets underneath you and squirming restlessly. Your legs were still shaking in spasms when he rolled your over on your back again digging his fingers into your skin, not worried about leaving marks. You looked at him and whined seeing his cocky smile, knowing that nothing good would come out of it. Sprawled like that in front of him, letting him look at every inch of your body in broad sunlight, with your head clearer thanks to the explosive orgasm you’ve just had, you let your hands cover your breasts as if helping to cover you a little. A little tingle of shame caressed your spine and you couldn’t bear to look at Jaehyun in the eyes. He smiled placing his hands on your waist and dragging your body towards him, opening your legs around his hips with a rough movement. “Are you getting embarrassed for behaving like a little slut just now, angel?” he teased you, caressing your thighs. “Let me see everything, put your hands away,” he ordered. You looked at his face for a brief moment and gulped, nervous, still very turned on but so shy at the same time. “I said,” he lowered his voice by a few notes, making your breath quicken, “put your hands away,” he added, intimidating as never before. His expression was lusty but dangerous and you were about to obey, but he didn’t have much patience. He came closer as lighting and grabbing your wrists, he pinned them above your head, keeping them down in an iron grip. His chest was almost touching your breasts and his cock was laying between your wet folds. Jaehyun started to slowly roll his hips and you felt him harden at every movement, twitching on your raw clit, making you jolt. You breathed on his lips, thin moans forming on your tongue, mind starting to get foggy again, your everything telling you to just let yourself go. “Please- please I want-” you mumbled choking on your breath while his other hand traveled south, kneading your hip and pressing your leg against himself even harder. “Yes, darling?” he whispered back, pelvis moving at a slow pace, driving you crazy. “Please- I want to feel you inside,” you confessed with a tiny voice before suddenly losing all air in your lungs as he penetrated you in one go, burying himself deep inside, thrusting hard as to make your body shift on the bed sheets back and forth. “Like this, baby?” he asked with a broken voice. “You wanted this? To feel my cock stretch your sweet little pussy like this, huh?”. You tried to hum back but only high moans escaped your mouth as he was pressing so hard into you, isolating his pelvis movements as if hammering, making your toes curl and legs tighten, all of your muscles tensioned and twitching underneath his weight. “My little disobedient princess had the courage to ask for my cock? Now, you’re going to get it” he got up on his knees again, caressing your stomach then sliding down and rubbing your clit with his thumb. You arched your back, eyes rolling back in your head, hands shifting while trying something to hold onto. When you lifted your hips so close to coming undone yet again, he descended again, stopping with a deep thrust. Remaining still inside and holding you tight, he wrapped your body with his, squishing your breasts with his hard chest. You whined, clenching around him, so so close, please, you were so close. Against your neck, you heard him breathing heavily and chuckle before leaving wet kissed on your skin. Reaching your lips he thrust in again, pushing you into the mattress, repeating the same movement as before, knocking the air out of your lungs, making you moan as never before. You wanted him to move, you wanted him to continue to hit that sweet spot again and again until you would lose your fucking mind. But you had no force to articulate any words so you just wrapped his neck with your arms and dragged him down in your first kiss, letting your tongue communicate what you couldn’t say, whining and wincing, making him growl as you clenched around his throbbing cock while he let his hips move again until they lost rhythm.

#havent written a jaehyun one in a hot minute #jaehyun #jaehyun smut #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct #nct 127

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altairattorney · 5 years

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There is so much to be said about Sekiro and the myriad of themes it talks about, but there is something in particular about Wolf that I find very interesting: his personality and his ability to think and choose, especially as a male video game protagonist.

There aren’t that many in-game remarks about his person, but a common denominator of them is that they often aren’t kind. Isshin jokes to Emma about him being sullen, the Sculptor immediately categorizes him as a “strange” one, and the very first dialogue we can listen to in the game comments on the fact he’s harmless because he has been stripped of any motivation to live. Most of what Owl has to say (naturally) are derogatory remarks, in line with his abuse.

In other words, Wolf is understandably stigmatized and isolated as a man who has no resolve nor agency -- like you would expect a shinobi, and, in a meta sense, a victim of abuse, to be.

And of course, this whole thing makes sense and is a theme. This is what Owl engineered him to be when he took him off that battlefield. He may have adopted him on a whim, but the choice of what destiny he would assign to him was made the very second after that. He happened to be, if you will, a convenient opportunity to gain an extra tool, and for most of his life Wolf acted as such. This is, in fact, what I like the most about him - that he starts out this way, and better yet, evolves.

What I mean to say is, it is not common to have protagonists who are grown ass men and behave in a way that is coherent with inhuman conditioning and abuse. It is rarer yet to see victims being berated and misunderstood, in a culture where their appearance, role and expected behavior does not match or is directly at odds with expectations and stereotypes. Let alone a murder machine badass video game male protagonist. Let alone MORE than one male character sharing the role of victim -- we have two more at least -- with varying reactions, which makes the richness of this sad truth of life stand out more.

At any rate, in this story, Wolf starts out as a tool, but he doesn’t remain that way. Unlike unfortunate and long-lost Genichiro, he is the one who is destined to find salvation in the only way that works -- compassion and understanding. He gets the chance to break free because Kuro reaches out to him, and cares for him without forcing him to do anything in return. This respect of his basic human dignity is what sets Kuro’s presence apart from the rest of his miserable life. It it is clearly shown that, once Wolf was deprived of his company, he lost any motivation or force of will -- only to regain them plus agency at lightning speed, throughout the time they spend together in the game.

This is an extraordinary message for a warrior male lead in a brutally violent, and often merciless, game. In his humility, without the flashiness of honorable war or revenge, Wolf silently learns to care and decide, against all the behaviors he was ever abused into assuming. And in the end, against all odds and expectations of his society, he is the only one who really ever sees his wishes through.

I wonder if, deep down, this is what Owl means when he delivers the most transparent and personal line we ever got from him:

“That day, I pulled you from the battlefield, a starving cub. I had no idea what you would become.”

#sekiro #sekiro meta #sekiro spoilers #wolf sekiro #I have a lot of thoughts about this entire game ok

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girlmeetsliv3 · 5 years

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Boundaries

Warning: The following story contains mentions of suicide, depression, anxiety, manipulation, abuse, and vivid descriptions of abusive acts. The behavior and mindset of the characters in this series will be incredibly yandere and toxic. This is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent the character of bangtan sonyeondan. Enjoy ~~~

He had always been a little strange. From the first moment, you met Kim Taehyung that is what was the word you would use to describe him - but strange was good. You were strange as well: the foreigner who looked weird, talked too much, and far too loud. So you decided to approach the little boy who was just sitting in the corner during break time simply staring off into nothing in particular. Six years old you were more brazen and confident, so she strutted towards the shy boy who seemed a little intimidated once he noticed you. “Hi, I’m [y/n]. Wanna be friends?” Is what you mustered out in your broken Korean, but you held your hand out hoping he would take it. Taehyung didn’t really understand what you had said all too well, so he simply stared at you for the longest time until your stretched out arm began to tremble. Immediately his eyes widened with recognition and he grasped your hand tightly interlocking your fingers. For such tiny hands, it was a grip of steel, something you would have commented on if not for the boxy smile adorning his face, it was so wide it made his eyes nearly disappear and clearly displayed all his crooked teeth. From that moment on the two of you were inseparable.

Wherever you went he was there too, he never liked being away from you for too long. All the teacher’s found it cute, up until he tried to walk into the girl’s bathroom with you, then he was taken aside and told one must have boundaries. It was something the little boy pretended to understand but disregarded the moment you stepped out of the bathroom. He didn’t see the point in having boundaries, for they stemmed from distrust and Taehyung trusted you entirely. It created a mutual bond between the two of you; a bond which only weakened when you were forced to deal with the consequences of his peculiar tastes.

You had once gone out during recess to play with Taehyung, after searching around the entire playground area you spotted him crouched in a small clearing in between a large tree, bushes, and the school fence. You had failed to notice him before due to the untamed greenery that surrounded him and the fact that he could only be seen from a very specific angle. You crept towards him silently with the desire to scare him, simply to entertain yourself - it was you that ended up scared. Taehyung was crouched with a squirrel in between his feet, the squirrel was trembling fighting for its life as Taehyung continued to pull at its limbs tearing them cruelly free from the sockets and plucking hair from its fur until his spine finally gave out and it died. He was so entranced in his activity he didn’t notice the presence behind him until he heard a sniffle.

Tears were strolling down your face and you asked why he was doing such a mean thing to the squirrel. Taehyung looked like a deer caught in headlights and began to openly sob, begging for your forgiveness and to not tell anyone. Taehyung never cried and it shocked you, to say the least; he rambled on and on about how the mean squirrel had tried to bite him and it was payback. He sobbed and clung to you like a life jacket, tripping over his words in an attempt to make sure you didn’t abandon him. You promised you never wold. When the teacher had found the two of you, she simply assumed that it was the first experience the two young children had with death, to justify your reactions. It wouldn’t be your last.

The second time was a lot more gruesome though this time you had been witness to what caused the sudden switch in his personality. Taehyung always had difficulty making friends, you had been his only one for about six years until he finally made another one, Park Jimin. Taehyung and you had finished school and wanted ice cream, hands interlocked you walked the shady streets of your small town until harsh sounds caught your attention. There were several thugs standing over a small boy who was in a fetal position trying to lessen the damage being caused by the punches, kicks, and derogatory words being thrown his way. He hadn’t done anything to solicit this reaction from the men, but he knew he didn’t need too, they were simply looking for a target and he, unfortunately, was an easy one. Jimin sobbed and openly begged for someone to save him, despite him knowing it only made him look more pathetic. Perhaps, it was the familiarity of disparity or simply an opportunity to perform some of his darker desires, Taehyung let go of your hand and dashed towards the thugs - leaving you to run after him screaming.

It had been a surreal experience watching someone's nose go up into their brain, hearing the sound of bones smashing against concrete, seeing blood come from someone’s eyes after they had been violently scratched out in blind anger. You hadn’t been able to do anything but stare in horror trapped in your position. The boy who had been beaten senselessly now stood and staggered towards Taehyung, hugging him and thanking him, all Taehyung was doing was gazing at your face, attempting to calm himself down from his high. Once he felt his feet touch the Earth again he embraced Jimin but held a hand out to you beckoning you closer, you took it and the three of you stayed like that for a while. Until you had run away from the police.

It was these events that caused an epiphany in you that in order for the friendship to last it needed boundaries. Taehyung hadn’t understood at first and had accused you of wanting to simply abandon him. Go back on your promise. It had taken several weeks to convince him that was not the case that you simply needed space and him as well. So that word became your safe word, one that kept him on a leash and allowed you to keep your sanity. When you wanted to hang out with your girlfriends and talk about silly crushes and the pains of womanhood - boundary. When your body began to develop and the weekly sleepovers had to stop because they would no longer be seen as an innocent event - boundary. It was a word that often divided you, one that had come up more and more in your delicate friendship.

Taehyung also had created boundaries which were like bold yellow tape which said: keep out. His hangouts with his much older friends where they discussed hookups and were able to let go of the male bravado they had to carry on their shoulders constantly - boundary. Calling him in the middle of the night when you were bored because last time you did, you had heard his panting voice and female moans on the other side of the line - boundary. Though you would eventually realize that there weren’t enough boundaries in between Taehyung and you, the event that triggered the downfall of your friendship was one that made all the others things you had witnessed due to his urges seem like child’s play.

Just having turned eighteen and about to abandon your traumatic childhood life in favor of the opportunities that lie in the city, you wanted to end on a high note. There was a graduation party at some rich kids house and though you hadn’t spoken to Taehyung in over a week, you knew he would be there. It was about as entertaining as you had imagined, but it was still a pleasant switch from your usual routine of Netflix and junk food. Now on your third beer, you had the desire to pee so you walked upstairs in search for a bathroom that wasn’t being used for quickies or other illicit acts. The only one you could find was the one inside the master bedroom, all you needed was to empty out your bladder and you would return with the partygoers until the cops came and crashed the party. You were about to exit the bathroom when you heard a whiny moan and a familiar name uttered from a feminine voice, “Taehyung~”. Had it been anyone else you would have honestly walked out with your head down and simply pretended nothing was happening - but now that you knew it was Taehyung having sex in the adjacent room you simply made sure the bathroom door was locked and planned to wait it out.

Easier said than done for when you began to hear what sounded like choking noises trespassing through the wooden door you freaked. You rationalized it was a kink, some people liked getting choked during sex and there was no point in bursting through the door only to embarrass yourself when both parties were safe and sound. Until the sound got significantly louder and then stopped. A nauseating feeling crept into your entire being and you couldn’t breathe properly even if you wanted too. It wasn’t until you heard the bedroom door slam, an assurance that the perpetrator was gone that you dared step out. You recognized the girl on the tousled bed immediately the two of you shared a class - and the same first name. The two of you had bonded over the annoyance of being constantly confused by the withering professor and now she might be dead. You approached the bed cautiously with tear-brimmed eyes but were relieved when you found her breathing and in what looked to be a state of temporary unconsciousness - not a permanent one.

You refused to believe this was an accident and took it as it was a warning. You dashed out of the bedroom and the party sprinting home. You were planning to leave tomorrow morning in an effort to avoid the inevitable and get as far away from your best friend as possible. You had mentioned to him moving away, but you hadn’t said where or when and you thanked the heavens for your foresight. Everything went smoothly that night and the following morning, up until the moment you opened the door to leave and were greeted with an overpowering figure and a boxy smile. You knew the only way to save yourself was to attempt to convince Taehyung one more boundary was needed, he didn’t react too well.

“You have way too many boundaries!”

“I don’t have to spend every waking moment with you!”

“I don’t have to wait around until you suddenly remember my existence!”

“I’m so tired of you!”

“The feeling is mutual!”

They were all lies. Fueled by fear, paranoia, and desperation in your case and teenage angst, longing, and other pent up emotions in his. It was the final nail in the coffin and allowed the weight to lift off your shoulders and a dark feeling to consume his heart. So you parted ways with you marching towards your car and to a new life, whilst a quiet Taehyung stood frozen staring off into space trying to comprehend where everything went wrong. For days on end, he racked his brain trying to decipher everything until he landed on one word: boundaries. If boundaries had torn you apart from each other getting rid of them all would bring you back together.

It had been years since you had seen Taehyung. You had moved far into the city and we're having a relatively successful life: a proper education, a good job, a nice apartment you had busted your ass off for. However, you were lonely, the ambitious and workaholic lifestyle of the city had everyone living inside their own bubble and the societal boundaries you were forced to maneuver through had you feeling like a gymnast. You longed for an escape in whatever form it came, you longed to get away from the cynical cold eyes that followed your every move and behavior - that seemed to pierce through you and see all your imperfections. It was tiring. In those long nights, where you barely slept you found yourself longing for the boxy smile and strange boy despite every fiber of your body warning you it was wrong.

Tonight was one of those nights. You had an entire week off, you never took an off day however your boss had threatened you to utilize your sick days or he assured that you would never again have an off day as long as you worked for the company. It was a dream job and many would die for it, but the environment and the people in it made you want to slit your throat or theirs. It reminded you of the toxic friendship you had escaped and how on its shallow surface it appeared so beautiful, innocent, and sweet when underneath it was rotten, corrupt, and twisted. All these thoughts kept you up until three forty-seven am and in an attempt to calm yourself down you made your way to the kitchen to drink some tea and take your sleeping pills.

You weren’t a fan of them due to how effectively they functioned, knocking you out in mere minutes after taking them. The doctor had prescribed after your insomnia ,stemming from your paranoia, had you go three days without any sleep. You promised yourself you would only take them when absolutely necessary so the bottle was practically new. After the tea cooled a bit, you chugged it down and swallowed the thick narcotic shuffling through the kitchen to your bedroom door until the bell rang. The medication had already kicked in and you were unable to rationalize, so you made your way to the front door and opened it. Staring up at the tall man with hazy eyes, you tried to place him but weren’t able to - until he smiled.

You slammed the door as fast as you could, but he gripped it in the last second and pushed all of his body weight against it easily overpowering your drugged body. Another desperate attempt was made to reach the bedroom door, but your body was succumbing to the side effects causing you to trip over your feet and stumble allowing him to trap you in his arms. As you fought to maintain consciousness his hold over you tightened and he brought his lips to your ears allowing them to caress you when he spoke.

“Hi, I’m Kim Taehyung. Wanna be friends?”

He smirked wickedly as you finally fell deep into the darkness.

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I love that Abby criticises the bar for having Disney themed nights as if little kids are going to show up or something. It's still a bar that serves alcohol, children will never know that a bar which has burlesque nights also hosts Disney nights and when they are old enough to realise they probably won't care.

Oh Lord, I can’t with this argument that the bar has a personality disorder and that it is a big problem. She always says

ajw: “The personality disorder is precisely as you describe, you can’t claim D/isney and Br/aodway and then do some variety of “burlesque.” It is one or the other, both do not work”.

NEWSFLASH...it’s an over 21 Bar in progressive CA...it’s not Cinderella’s Castle at Disney World catering to families with preschoolers dressed in princess dresses.

I would say the bar has a very defined personality- it’s a fun piano bar for everyone but it is reaching out particularly to the LGBTQ+community to be a safe space for top-notch, fun theme-nights for the LGBTQ entertainment. Every bar in the world is allowed to define who they want to be and then if it is interesting to customers, they will come. If it isn’t, they won’t and they will either amend their business model or go out of business. It’s as simple as that. No bar can make everyone happy -nor should it strive to. But to be angry because it is bawdy and gay is really rich of Abby-and don’t get it twisted- she is pissed because it celebrates the LGBTQ community and it’s sexy. The community is more sexually liberated than the average straight American as they aren’t beholden to the bullshit patriarchal rules of sex in America. They have less shame and guilt about their own sexual pleasure. The Christian message straight America mostly lives by “sex is bad but reproduction is good” is not something they concern themselves with because sex and reproduction are not related in same-sex couples. From my position on the outside of the community, I see joyous sex and pleasure without the guilt or limits and slut-shaming as long as both adults are consenting. Nobody is doing purity hyman checks in the LGBTQ community! All of this raw sexuality and openly gay people expressing their sexuality makes Abby upset and anxious because she has hard and fast rules for relationships and sex. The only gay couple she “knows” had sex by touching noses to toes and prefer holding hands. That makes gurlesque WAYYYYY too much for her little heart to hold and naked women on the walls? NO f’ing way. We cover ourselves in public.

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Anonymous asked:

The bar makes me angrier than it should, I'll admit. Like if you want to be a sexy, cabaret lounge, more risque piano bar, then that is fine. Be that. I am not offended by nudity on the walls or even naked women on the bar. But then don't call it family friendly and start having Disney nights in the next breath. It's so bizarre. I'm all for having theme nights, but it needs to be in line with the establishment. Not this identity crisis this venue seems to have. It's so odd and unappealing to me.(Parroting back Abby’s words perfectly)

ajw: There are two issues with the bar, it has multiple personality disorder, utterly and completely and a lot of it is offensive. (She finds female sexuality and LGBTQ sexuality “offensive” b/c she can’t understand they are taking back the words that men use to define us and belittle us as sluts and whores).

The personality disorder is precisely as you describe, you can’t claim D/isney and Br/aodway and then do some variety of “burlesque.” It is one or the other, both do not work. (Yes, yes you can. If it’s your business you can do whatever the market will bear).

No, I am not saying every pic of a naked woman is offensive, to each their own, not my taste, but I know many people do like this sort of thing. But they have theme nights with offensive Names (d*ke night and corporate ladder/Corporate hoes), they use derogatory stereotypes (flannel shirt night), they have drink names that are misogynist (ones referring to large breasts, others calling women sluts), and the one picture i posted i think is body shamming as it is depicting 2 perfect women and telling us to achieve greatness. (Here her homophobia is on full blast. Straight women don’t get to decide what is offensive to lesbian women and since a lesbian woman hosts Open Dyke Night and Flannel shirt night, Abby needs to back off the generalizations about how offensive it is and admit that SHE”s offended by lesbians acting like lesbians. She prefers them to blend in with straight women).

And that doesn’t address the immature and childish touches that are plentiful. Or the rude bar staff. Or that there is an upcharge for ice. Or that the AC has been broken for over a year. (Here we have Abby’s tendency to read something once- whether it is from a credible source is irrelavant0 and then turn it into a never-ending consistent thing. Rude bar staff? There are one or two fake Yelp reviews about rude bar staff and lots of comments on social media about how great the bar is as well as the staff gushing about working there. The AC was broken the first night. I have seen no credible proof that it continued but again, customers can choose to either go there or not go there knowing AC doesn’t work. You can’t vilify a bar you will never go to because they don’t have AC. The upcharge for ice story isn’t very credible either and it was one Yelp review. I suspect the individual was a Darren fan who got a drink that was more expensive than they used to and they freaked out and wrote a nonsense reivew after being embarassed.)

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What's the Cinderella thing

ajw: Just a joke about the sex club nonnie, contrasting D/isney night with the decor.

Anonymous asked:

You don't remember when Cinderella stripped down to pasties and a thong at the ball, but fled at midnight, leaving the prince to scour the land for the girl who fit her 8-inch platform stripper-heel shoe? Tbh, his trips to the bar don't bug me anymore. He only goes when there is a celeb or a vip who pays (the orig post of Sat's pics thanks a guy who is an Apple exec who, I am guessing, paid for D's "random" appearance that night). His "I'm there most nights I'm in LA" days are long gone.

ajw720 answered: Hahahaha! Oh Nonnie I love you. Now that i think about it, i recall that story well, if I remember correctly, before she stripped down, she was in silver sparkles, beads and feathers. Now remind me, was she more of a gyrating with the beer tap on top of the bar kind of princess or one that simulates sex with an innocent teddy bear?

On D, you are right, at this point, he goes when there is a special guest. He really has cut it down a ton, which considering he has an actual job makes sense.

Just discovered this trip to the bar, that featured ERW and a British music exec Rob D/ickins may just have been to promote a B/owie cover band featuring ERW that is going on tour. And guess who is another member of the band? Ding Ding Ding, Platonic Roomie B/enny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (x). What a surprise!

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I love this type of coincidence @ajw720. You couldn’t make it up 😂.

Will M will be congratulating B publicly again on his success and will they use D’s SM so D can congratulate him personally. I’m eye rolling

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She is so proud of her ma… oh, sorry, I got confused.

leka-1998

Gotta support his straight 🔥 music.

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Btw-Mia didn’t post this for Ben. It’s Ben’s own post but once again Mia is demonized for behavior she’s going to possibly maybe might do.

#crisscolfer lol #crisscolfer #darren criss #debunkimg cc lies #debunking cc nonsense #tsg #tramp stamp granny's #abby hates tsg

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Reconstructing Racism

The following is how we have to reconstruct racism to be mutually beneficial in the new millennium. It’s important to know sociologically that race doesn’t exist, it’s socially constructed. The difference in the skin comes because black people have more melanin. Hating someone for black skin is just as arbitrary as hating someone for their eye color. A good example of this is Jane Elliot’s Color Blind Experiment. If you hate another “race” you just show your ignorance.

In Malcolm Gladwell’s “Blink,” he takes the test about black and white faces and he tests positive for bias against blacks, but he’s not white, Malcolm is Hawaiian. The experiment in the book “Blink” shows everyone is inherently a little racist against black people. The question is, what are we to do about it?

Institutionalized Racism

Black people do have it worse off. The cards are not stacked in their favor. There is the percentage of black people in the population, 11%, and the disproportionate population in prison 50%. Black people have to deal with DWB, driving while black. Then we have the real problem of institutionalized racism where blacks are less likely to get a loan. They are likely to experience job discrimination, housing discrimination, or racial profiling in their lifetime. Everyone knows about the Black Lives Matter movement against police violence against blacks. Due to America never giving proper reparations and institutionalized racism, blacks are still disproportionately poor. Affirmative action helps to correct this but it’s still not good enough.

The statistics to make it to adulthood are so bad that a high percentage of blacks don’t make it past 25. 25 is a magic number in criminal justice. If you don’t have a criminal record by 25 you’re likely never to have one. Same goes with surviving. This has everything to do with the Kanye West’s lyric “We wasn’t supposed to make it past 25, jokes on you we still alive.”

Institutionalized Racism

I can understand why black people get so offended by the word nigga if it was used against them negatively as a derogatory slur especially due to modern socio economic conditions. What I don’t get is why they perpetuate a self-detrimental economic ideology when economics is the real problem with racism. If you have a million dollars as a black man and I call you nigger it’s way less effective than if your impoverished.

Kanye West talks about how “four hundred years later, we buying our own chains” in Saint Pablo. I often wonder what he means by this because it seems like behavioral poverty. Ask anybody who is rich and most will say its due to financial discipline. Meanwhile all these black rappers wear chains and flash cash when they should be emulating the opposite to their community. Read The “Love Myself” Treatise to see how Kanye also mess up with “Black Skinhead.”

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Whose fault is that? And is this a self inflicted, self deprecating affliction of control? Basically, is the the double meaning of of the word “nigga” black people thinking they control so little in a white man's world that what they can control is how white people address them or rather how they can't address them? I just wanna know if the black community honestly thinks it's worth it because that's what you're clinging to. I honestly don't think the word nigga is about race but (rather understandably) control or power in an otherwise white centric world.

In this respect, racism is a mental cage with an ingroup morality where whites are not invited into black people’s world. This creates contempt and resentment that results in different “races” like whites and blacks fighting amongst each other. This harboring of discontent is deliberate and purposeful by wealthier interests in America to keep us from focusing on classism which is the real problem in America and why institutionalized racism exists.

Are You In The Ingroup?

If black people could they should just stop saying nigga all together, but that's never gonna happen. The NCAA buried it a long time ago. The good part is that the meaning of words change. Like many other words nigga no longer has the same meaning. Punk used to mean burnt corn and linked is a list of words that changed from positive to negative and vice versa.

I think the fact that white people can’t or shouldn’t say the word nigga is more racist then the use of the word now. It creates an ingroup morality that excludes people based on “race.” The word nigga is positive for blacks but negative to whites. Only white people can't say nigga but it’s also nationalistic because white looking rapper Fat Joe can say it.

Black people are highly intelligent, just watch “Hidden Figures.” But my favorite is when black people don't think they can't be racist. There just like everyone else that makes arbitrary distinctions and “black people” not only differentiate skin tone but also a difference between nigga and nigger. Nigga is more friendly where nigger is more vindictive. The historical relevance to nigger is prominent in black people's minds as a racial slur where nigga is traditionally used for endearment.

The Solution

The solution I have found to fixing the ingroup/outgroup morality of the word nigga is for white people to say it to each other as a term of endearment. White people need to say nigga among their white ingroup/white friends as if the word meant “friend.” Just imagine, I started referring to all my white friends as “my nigga” to the point my black friends want me to call the “my nigga” but I won’t because their black. That’s what I’m talking about, then black people would see how white people feel and if they were truly friends everyone would start calling everyone nigga to be inclusive.

To put it another way, this could be done by white people relentlessly calling their white friends nigga. This achieves two things. It avoids or rejects referring to black people (solely) as niggas so they won't be offended if they're sensitive to the word. Second, it can be used as a tool for empathy, forcing black people to feel excluded from a word that is essentially theirs and makes them desire to involve white people so they don't feel excluded like white people do. This would dissolve the in group morality and make the word inclusionary instead of being exclusionary.

Acceptance

If you like how the word nigga divides black and white people by all means hate me for what I'm trying to do here. But if you wanna help bridge the divide understand what I'm saying and help to transform how everybody sees this word then I would seriously consider a societal effort to change the meaning of the word nigga.

This could be encouraged by black people calling white friends nigga and white people accepting it as a term of endearment. This would also dissolve or disembody the word nigga as a negative racial slur if it came to be known as friend. Black and white people would no longer use it in a derogatory sense because it would counteract the intent if it was used pejoratively. I think white people are just too afraid to do it. Good white people wouldn't want to offend their black brothers and sisters and look racist while black people are still too proud, stubborn, and attached to the control that word brings to encourage the change.

The Native Americans

With all that said, the most marginalized group in America has got to be the native Americans. We took their land, genocided their people, and took their culture and unlike African Americans they “can't go back home” to their continent. And I never heard any black person talk about how bad the Native Americans have it.

To be clear and fair, many black people are into self-preservation not racism and don't care about the marginalized, outcast, disenfranchised, or even minorities. This is why Martin Luther King was so influential and focused on civil rights for all based on the individuals content of their character. Pretty soon everyone alive will not have lived through the civil rights era.

Dark Racism

Dark Racism is essentially treating others with respect and dignity using traditional racial slurs with an ultimate goal of repurposing the word from a negative to a positive connotation. It’d be like having your black friend over for his birthday, you got him an awesome gift, so you tell him “happy birthday nigger” when he goes to thank you. It’d be like your black friend got out of debt so you said “congratulation nigga.” It flips the meaning on its head.

It’d be like your friend winning the strategy game and saying “You won because you’re a nigger,” meaning smart. It’d be like giving a black person the best interest rate you’ve ever given anybody as a salesman and saying “that’s because your a nigger.” Again, giving a positive connotation and, I know, we have a long way to go to fix institutional racism before we could say things like that as a culture. Again black people use the word nigga as a term of endearment while white people automatically say it negatively. We need to correct the linguistics so it’s always positive and it doesn’t even have a negative connotation.

#Dark Racism #The Dark Racist #Eric Leo

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All In, A Reactionary Post

The one where Andy Lies

Major Crimes, S2xE14: Episode Review What this episode is about: Accidentally screwing your family and friends Dietz Andy Meta Shandy: Doors & Windows Putting all of your cards on the table Aubrey Dietz & Mr Dietz Sharon & Rusty Sharon & Andy & Provenza

I have to say, as a Shandy fan. I've been waiting to review this episode. While it's not Acting Out level of Shandy it's still an adorable episode.

That thing about names...

I also love at this point Sharon is calling her squadmates by their first names.

Mike, Julio...and then of course Lieutenant because of how much he hates his first name. I feel like that stands out more in MC because they all use first names verses TC when names and ranks were the norm. To me it make sense for them to use their first names regularly at this point as some of these people have been working together for 10 years.

"Can we call him scam-y? Naming him techy is derogatory to those of us who -" Also I just noticed the names of their suspects.

Dr Charles Mason....so close to Charles Mansion. And Aubrey Dietz was a former soap opera producer. haha. Plus the contractor broke his leg. I'm not sure what that has to do with the crime but maybe the victim broke it? And I love their nicknames for their suspects here that sound like the seven dwarfs. Sonny, Techy, Limpy, Roomie, Wifey and Doc.

Accidentally screwing your family and friends

Dietz

"You were always rich. You had a father who cared so much for his family that he did every crazy thing he could do for trying to make up for all of his failings."

The poor guy just wanted to take care of his family and sadly gets killed for his money by his own wife. Andy certainly is taking his anger out on the family as he reconizes him and his family in them.

Andy Almost right away we get a very distracted Andy. Provenza notices immediately. Especially when Andy goes off on a very odd tangent about the Nutcracker. As we have come to learn about Andy Flynn is that when is mind is preoccupied about something else (generally something involving Sharon) he becomes so distracted that he has a hard time concentrating on anything else.

"It sounds like our victim accidentally screwed his family and friends. Got overly desperate to fix things and ended up murdered for his 500,000 dollars." I love how Andy jumps in after they've all covered that because of how preoccupied he is with is own situation. Before we even know what's going on with him these two sentences sum it up for us quite nicely.

Then in the Morgue Andy points out that the man found at the bottom some shallow marsh in a golf course with golf club sized holes in his head is suspicious. Sharon and Provenza share a look. And later on Sharon takes note of it herself as she looks to Andy and then back towards Provenza.

Putting all of your cards on the table

Sharon, Rusty & Emma

Sharon has put all of her cards on the table. She wants Rusty to have a psych eval. Rusty seems to finally come around to it but he doesn't want anyone to know what he talked about with Dr Joe. Sharon's also holds all of the legal cards in her hand against Emma.

Emma once again having issues with how Sharon does things regarding Rusty. Is Emma so insecure about not winning the trial against Stroh that Sharon seeking therapy for Rusty is going to do so much damage to the prosecution? It sounds absolutely ridiculous to me. I thought we were making progress here Emma. Not to mention that it sets off Rusty who had been so uncomfortable and reluctant in the first place.

I do love how the squad attempts to put Rusty's fears to rest. Provenza is like don't even worry about it. Amy says that she's been to therapy and Andy confesses that he's seeing one right now. To which everyone turns around and looks at him.

And he gets awkward and embarrassed by saying he's sort of seeing one. So I've got some feelings about this scene. It's cute and hilarious. On top of that, their doing their best to really highlight how strange Andy's behavior is in this episode. Andy admitting to seeing a therapist ranks right up there. Maybe it's the fact that Andy would go to someone else for help in his personal life. Or maybe it's just that he's seeing a councilor that has everyone taken aback.

Add that to this quick shot of Julio and Mike exchanging a look between themselves. In amusement and surprise.

"You wana stop worrying that we'll somehow lose the kid in an SIS opperation. Even though that's never happened before in the history of this department..." Foreshadowing much?

I also love Rusty finally unloading on Emma. And how she's trying to stop him from seeing a doctor. As it seems he's finally on board with talking to a therapist and recognizes that it will be good for him.

Both Sharon and Provenza try so hard not to laugh in front of her.

"I do not need to ask your permission to seek medical attention for my son." After all of Emma and Taylor's talk about why Sharon would want to keep Rusty. And how much they want him in witness protection. This is the reason why not right here. And at this point Sharon isn't taken aback by her own feeling towards Rusty. This is my son and I have the legal rights as any mother does. Plus the fact that we have Sharon here who knows the law inside and out. Who wanted to be a lawyer. You don't stand much a chance Emma.

Love this scene between Sharon and Rusty. Feels so much like a mother and her teenage son. Rusty is worried that everyone is going to know his deepest darkest secrets. And complains that the trial is going to last the rest of his life.

Doors and Windows

So once Sharon & Andy got engaged I made a post about windows and doors. And there use in Sharon & Andy's relationship. This episode is really the beginning of that. Notice how Provenza shuts Andy out of Sharon's office. Andy is not allowed into Sharon's heart. Who is in there though but Rusty. Who Sharon already loves and in fact tells Emma this when she talks about her legal rights over her son.

But he's got a little window in there and Sharon certainly takes notice. She even asks Provenza if Andy's depressed. Because of his distracted state and other odd behavior such as seeing a therapist.

It's a bit like a father trying to keep his daughter away from the boy who’s dated every girl on the playground and now has his heart set on her. Every once and a while, when Dad's not home the boy throws rocks at the girls window to get her attention.

Andy hangs around Sharon's office looking in her window. Not odd behavior at all. Gives her this adorable sad face. Which apparently is something he realized that he can use to get himself out of trouble with her. Or at least try because sometimes that sad face doesn't work.

Sharon/Andy and Provenza

When it comes to Shandy it's starting to become a pattern that whenever something is about to happen Provenza seems to be caught in the middle of it. And as the two closest people to Andy, both Sharon and Provenza are the first ones to make note of (and follow) Andy's odd behavior.

In The Deep End Sharon and Provenza conspired together to nudge Andy into going to Nicole's wedding. It's only made obvious at the end of the episode when Sharon reveals to Andy that Provenza 'volunteered' to take Rusty out for burgers so she would be free to go to the wedding with Andy. This is the start of Provenza's Shandy headaches and the irony of it all is that he started it.

So now the truth about Andy's behavior finally comes out. He sorta lied to his exwife. Which means he implied that him and Sharon are dating. And he doesn't correct his family. The question is why would he do that? Why would he mislead them about that? I get why he wouldn't want to correct them after the fact because then he'd just get himself into deep shit. Which does eventually happen later on down the road. But why lie in the first place? Love the look on Provenza's face. Like what did you do!?

Andy later on asks Provenzas advice on wheither or not Sharon would think going to the nutcracker with him would be a date. So here is where I am with that. In The Deep End, HE was the one that brought up the whole date thing. She was firmly against calling it a date. She stated explisitly that they were just two friends going to a wedding together and that it couldnt be a date because she was married. He could explain the whole situation to her but he doesn't want to. Because that would get him in trouble with her and his family. But this is even more foreshadowing for EVERYONE making the assumption that they are dating. Which they kinda end up doing and not really acknowledging it.

I also love Provenza's quip here. "Who you should really ask is your psychiatrist. To ask you what the hell are you thinking?" Provenza sees this going in one direction and one direction only. That would be the road to disaster-ville.

"And the Nutcracker is famous. Maybe the Captain might like it." "Flynn, the Captain's daughter is a dancer in the American Ballet Theatre. She has probably seen the nutcracker a thousand times." Yes but have you seen this woman's home? 90% of her art pieces in there are all about dancing. I think that extends beyond just being interested in her daughters chosen career. I'd say that Emily's love of the ballet is something that originally came from Sharon.

I love how Andy gets all excited and starts ranting when his plan is falling apart. Because of how much he wants to spend time with his kids. And that's the reason right there. The reason why he lied about his relationship with Sharon in the first place. You can't fault Andy for trying. Even if it was stupid.

Sharon is what finally made his family see that he had changed. Even though he's done a ton of stuff on his own to change his behavior. Becoming a more stable individual, like being sober and in AA for roughly 18 years at this point. A successful career as a detective in an elite division.

There seems to have been some slight progress through the years in the development in his relationship with his children. As he was invited to walk Nicole down the aisle at her wedding. However, Andy implies near the end of the episode, that he doesn't see his kids on a regular basis and how much he wants that to change. Them seeing a woman around him like Sharon who saw him in a positive light and had such a great realtionship with him. Well...that seemed to make his own family start to look at him differently. He keyed in on that and their very positive reactions to her. And used that to push his relationship with them further.

Provenza offering to go with Andy is not the same thing but I do love that when the chips are down Provenza will do his best to come through for his friend. I can't see Provenza enjoying something like the ballet. While Andy agrees to Provenza's idea he is rather dejected about it. It is a solution that sits better with Provenza then it does with Andy.

Except that... Andy actually wanted to bring Sharon along. Because I think at this point Andy's not in love with Sharon but he is starting to develop feelings for her. Provenza of course is seeing this and wants to nip that in the bud. He knows his friend. The fact that Andy's started having an interest in their commanding officer. All Provenza sees at this point is drama drama drama. And also Gabriel and Daniels. The disaster that he had to solve.

It's also interesting that during each scene when Andy asks Sharon out from seasons 2-4. The both of them end up wearing the same blazers. Andy makes up his little lie about Nicole wanting someone there who knows about ballet up rather quickly. Which Sharon sees through right away - although she's not sure what his real reasoning is.

What I don't like: Couldn't they have gotten a better wig for roomie? Can't say I'm that big a fan of the case this episode but it's really the personal stories that shine in this episode. And clearing the bedroom without looking under the bed. Seems like such a rookie mistake. That we don't actually get to see Sharon & Andy at the nutcracker and his family with their huge assumptions of them dating.

What I like: The beginning of the Sharon/Andy and their 'not dating' dating relationship. I had already known before I started watching MC that Sharon & Andy were going to become a couple and I thought this would be the episode they'd become one. Little did I know. What I do like is that there was follow up on Andy's lie that ends up turning into a bit of a disaster for him next year.

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Why I Strongly Dislike Shane Dawson and His Stans.

CW + TW: this is going to be a heavier post with a lot of triggering topics. there will be talks of racism (blackface, sterotypes, and racial slurs), pedophilia, beastiality, emotional abuse/sexual abuse, "dark humor", child abuse, suicide mention, and manipulation.

introduction: there have been a rumor going around that shane dawson is trying to make a return to social media after the "drama" back in june and july of last year- calling it drama, by the way, belittles the actual harm that he has done. blatant racism, pushing a, at the time, teenager to almost commit suicide because of false accusations, and sexualizing child stars isn't drama or a joke. it's disgusting behavior. im all for giving second chances- but shane doesn't deserve it. he deserves to have his platforms taken away from him. permanently.

i can't find an actual reason on why this man still has supporters after all that he has done. if you still defend him after these unforgivable, disgusting actions, you are no better than he is. i will not believe anything otherwise- you're just as creepy and racist. him and his stans are foul, ignorant creatures who i despise.

claiming to be an empath: shane dawson, often in his documentaries, claims to be an empath- claiming that he can "help people and that he can feel everyone's pain." he told this to tati westbrook,,, only to go onto a live, rolling his eyes when she opens up about abuse and calls her manipulative. that doesn't sound empathetic at all. or, how he did absolutely nothing when trisha paytas, his best friend of ten years, is getting bullied by jeffree star and his former hairdresser. he wants to claim the higher ground but his actions don't match up. his "empathetic" side only seems to want to come out when it comes time to help a fellow scummy youtube influencer needs to be saved from becoming irrelevant.

note: people who are empathetic don't have to, constantly, remind you that they are empathetic. it shows through their actions- rather than through their words. people who have to remind you that they're a good person aren't good people.

using bigotry as a joke: shane has done blackface and said derogatory slurs- like tr4nny, ch1nk, and n1gga/n1gg3r. most of his bigotry "jokes" are directed towards black people- but his comments towards hispanic, asian, and transgender people. his career was literally started on racism. this is where my issue with his stans- they want to excuse these actions. they say "well, if it's so wrong, then why are you waiting until now to call him out?" people have been calling him out. since the beginning- but his stans always mob up against the creator and attack them. just like shane, his stans can't take criticism at all...they take it as an attack.

(an example of shane and his stans not being able to take criticism is in the bobby burns situation. shane made a whole series dedicated to this man because he made a few videos criticizing him. he called him a "hater",,, even though never he did was hateful. all of his videos were constrictive. bobby was ahead of his time,,, and got destroyed because of it.)

they want to say shane isn't racist, it's just a joke. this is the textbook definition of racial gaslighting. if you find humor in a white man painting his face dark, saying the n word, and calling black people monkeys, you're racist. it's not a joke,,, it was his career.

his obvious involvement in the james charles situation: let me start off by saying that i am not a fan of james charles- him partying during a pandemic is gross to me. but, he didn't deserve anything that he has gotten. he lost millions of followers over FALSE accusations. shane, pretty much, said he deserved it because it was a "humbling experience" for him because he's egocentric. i fail to see how scarring a teenager and turning the internet against him based off false accusations is humbling. and why does he have to be humbled? being successful at a young age is something to be proud of.

never once has james charles brag about being rich...unlike your little friend, jeffree star. this isn't about him but in his most apology video, he literally starts bragging about his makeup brand,,, while he's dodging responsibility about trying to destroy james charles's career. humble /s.

also, once he got backlash, he took down his tweet about it and said he was "too sensitive for twitter." sir, you're 30. he wants to play this innocent facade but he is old enough to know better. he's old enough to take criticism but can't. he brought this upon himself. no one forced him into doing it. he typed it all out and posted it. that's on him. he had it coming. he isn't used to being the bad guy. he's used to having people defend him,,, but most of those people are against him.

a pattern of pedophilia and beastiality: if being a total racist wasn't bad enough, our LOVELY shaney boo is, also, a predator. just like the racism, there is evidence of this behavior. he has made so many "jokes" about having sex with his cats and doing inappropriate things with his young fans and family members. there are absolute no excuses for this. saying you have a justification for pedophilia isn't a fucking joke. that's not funny. pedophilia is a serious issue.

he has said "people have foot fetishes..." then goes on to compare it to looking up naked babies and finding attraction to that. here's some food for thought- people who post pictures of their feet online for these people are adults. adults can consent- infants cannot. the difference between a foot fetish and pedophilia is consent. adults who post it know people will be sexually attracted to their foot. babies don't know that...not to mention,, how the hell posts pictures of naked babies other than other creeps.

another thing- animals cannnot consent. there are videos of him humping his cats and kissing a dog like it was a human. that is beastiality and animal abuse. it would be one thing to make a joke about it- but it's another to straight up do it and film it.

conclusion: if you support shane dawson, fuck you. get away from me. you disgust me and you're just as gross as him. he has never actually apologized for these things and probably never will. he doesn't deserve a platform or to return to any form of social media. he's absolutely vile.

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50 Hot Takes for the Philadelphia Sports Fan

It’s come to my attention that I’ve been incredibly neutral lately, just trying to do quality analysis and post-game breakdowns without the knee-jerk overreaction or outrageous hot takes.

In other words, I’m trying to be fair.

But fair doesn’t necessarily move the needle in 2018, when the most well-known media personalities are people who just say ridiculous and off-base shit, contradict themselves, and continue to make things up until someone finally pulls the plug or they retire.

I can hold my own alongside Jason Whitlock and Colin Cowherd, and to prove that I’m not Mr. Milquetoast, I pulled 50 hot takes out of my rear end, which you can dive into after the jump:

Philadelphia sports writers are some of the worst-dressed people on the planet.

Both radio stations should cut down on listener phone calls by 50-60% and book more guests.

I love hockey, but it will soon be the 5th major sport in the U.S. I’m not just saying this because I’m a soccer guy, but just take a drive around the city and see for yourself the changing demographics in this country.

Baseball didn’t necessarily slow down [editor’s note: it did, as game have risen to an average of over three hours] society just sped up. We have smartphones and Grubhub and instant access to everything, which killed attention spans and our general ability to sit still and relax. The game isn’t broken, but MLB is doing a poor job of adapting to this societal change.

Television personalities who only show up to 8-10 games per year generally ask the most useless questions in press conferences. We use the derogatory term “playoff people” to describe them.

When people tell you to “stick to sports,” they aren’t trying to silence you or suppress your First Amendment rights. They’re simply saying that they would prefer to get their politics from political experts and their sports from sports experts.

Rocky is played out and cliche.

Gritty is becoming dangerously close to played out, like Philadelphia’s love for Bruce Springsteen and Pearl Jam.

More young and able-bodied writers should be actively participating in the sports they cover because it adds credibility to their stories and opinions.

We don’t care who wins the game. It’s a job. We’re going to write about it whether they win or lose. When sports becomes business, the emotion and fandom is fully drained from you (which is kind of a shame, but necessary).

Very few Philadelphia media bosses have any clue what they’re doing.

Talen Energy Stadium features the best atmosphere of any regional sporting venue.

Building Talen in Chester was a huge mistake.

The Sixers should build their own arena.

College football is better than the NFL.

I hate the fact that Philadelphia does not care about college football.

Penn State and Pitt and West Virginia and Syracuse and Rutgers should be playing each other every year. I know PSU fans don’t want this, but I’m a believer in eastern football and conference realignment really killed a lot of great rivalries and traditions.

Lincoln Financial Field is the third-best football atmosphere in Pennsylvania.

The vibe and excitement at any SEC or Big 10 football stadium is better than anything at the Wells Fargo Center, Linc, or Citizens Bank Park.

Philadelphia DOES have a large section of sports fans who are total assholes. However, bad fan behavior takes place all around the world, which is why we share those stories whenever they happen.

The best local beat writer is Sheil Kapadia. He asks smart questions, doesn’t do hot takes, puts together detailed video breakdowns, and consistently produces interesting content.

A lot of people got totally screwed during the Josh Innes RADIO WARS shuffle. Rob Ellis and Jon Marks are two of them. Jon got shoved on the morning show where he was barely allowed to talk and Rob was pulled off nights, moved to PM drive, then again moved off that shift to accommodate Josh.

I appreciated the fact that Josh challenged the typical corny radio routine that we’ve been subjected to for years. He was an outsider, which was a breath of fresh air. However, he really rubbed A LOT of people the wrong way behind the scenes and wore out his welcome rather quickly.

Butt-hurt Flyers fans need to relax. We don’t hate your sport, it’s just down in the pecking order right now because the Eagles and Sixers are good. I covered soccer for eight years, so I understand the struggle for media coverage and respect in a football town.

I hate music in the middle of a sporting event, especially during Sixers games. It feels corny and inauthentic. The fan atmosphere was great at The Wells Fargo Center last season and you don’t need shitty mumble rap to be played in the middle of a possession to generate an interesting ambience.

The best sports video game was Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater.

Robert Covington is overrated by Process supporters and underrated by Process opponents.

Saying that John DeFilippo and Frank Reich were a “big loss” is a bad take because no fan or media member can realistically quantify or qualify their behind-the-scenes contributions to the 2017 Eagles’ offense.

I’m intrigued by the Philadelphia Fusion, but the fact of the matter is that the squad features zero Americans and they do not live in Philadelphia.

The Fusion choked in the Overwatch League final.

Fortnite sucks.

The mental health of athletes is important and I appreciate the NBA’s forward-thinking here. We also have to draw lines between those who have legitimate and diagnosed issues and those who do not. It’s unfair for an athlete who is taking medication for a diagnosed bi-polar disorder to be lumped in with someone who got booed after a bad shooting night. One is a true mental health problem and the other is not.

Dreams and Nightmares is overrated, as is Meek Mill’s music.

Joe Buck and Troy Aikman do not hate the Eagles.

Say what you will about Angelo Cataldi, but the guy is a master of his craft, expertly plays to his listener base, and knows exactly what he’s doing from a business standpoint. Wing Bowl is a cash cow for WIP and the morning show has enjoyed more stability and continuity than any other program in Philly sports radio.

Villanova is a Philadelphia school. I mean, for fuck’s sake, we worship at the altar of Mike Trout, who grew up 46 miles away in Millville. Nova’s campus is 17 miles from Center City.

Every Eagles fan should be pulling for Andy Reid to do well in Kansas City.

There’s too much media availability in the NBA. There’s no reason a coach should have to speak before or during a game. Ben Simmons does not need to speak five times a week.

I don’t like being in the locker room and I don’t think reporters should be allowed in the locker room. I’ve always felt like it’s a “sacred” kind of place reserved for players and their game preparation.

I also HATE advertisements on the Sixers and Union jerseys. Jerseys should have a name, number, logo, and nothing else [editor’s note: rich take coming from a soccer Emirates fan]. I wouldn’t want to be a walking advertisement, no matter how much Bimbo or Stubhub is willing to pay.

Not every show on sports radio needs to feature a former football player.

If you’re a reporter on the team payroll (like Dave Spadaro), please let independent media ask their questions first before tossing up a couple of softballs. This goes for TV and radio broadcasters as well, or anyone affiliated with the team (they generally do a good job of this).

There are too many credentialed reporters at various sporting events who are not working or doing much of anything at all.

When a coach or athlete goes out of their way to tell you that they don’t read your stories or pay attention to Twitter, it means that they definitely read your stories and pay attention to Twitter.

All Philadelphia teams should be owned by Philadelphia-based groups. No more New York City carpetbaggers down here, please.

Big 5 basketball features a lot of interesting matchups and storylines that unfortunately become buried in a pro sports town.

The Flyers’ black uniforms are the best uniforms in town.

I wish people would appreciate mixed martial arts for the interesting clash of styles and incredible physical gifts each fighter possesses. Combat sports are much more than Conor McGregor shit-talking and a violent punch-fest.

“No one likes us, we don’t care,” is a very entry-level way of motivating yourself, though it is effective to a certain point. The best athletes in the world don’t play the rudimentary disrespect card, but have essentially risen above that to a sort of self-motivating nirvana where they know they’re the best and don’t give a shit what anyone has to say (Tom Brady, prime Tiger Woods, Serena Williams).

If you’re young or have the ability to move, go live somewhere else before resettling in Philadelphia. You’ll have a better of understanding of sport and how people around the country (and around the world) support their teams and consume content.

That’s 50. I’m not sure all of them were hot takes. Maybe a couple of aphorisms made it in there, like a Friedrich Nietzsche publication. Twilight of the Idols was my favorite.

Anyway, hope that was hot enough for you. I’ll be back tomorrow with fair and balanced lukewarm takes.

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