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ketchuppee · 7 months

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During the 2008 recession, my aunt lost her job. Her, her partner, and my three cousins moved across the country to stay with us while they got back on their feet. My house turned from a family of four to a family of nine overnight, complete with three dogs and five cats between us.

It took a few years for them to get a place of their own, but after a few rentals and apartments, they now own a split level ranch in a town nearby. I’ve lost track of how many coworkers and friends have stayed with them when they were in a tight spot. A mother and son getting out of an abusive relationship, a divorcee trying to stay local for his kids while they work out a custody agreement, you name it. My aunt and uncle knew first hand what that kindness meant, and always find space for someone who needed it, the way my parents had for them.

That same aunt and uncle visited me in [redacted] city last year. They are prolific drinkers, so we spent most of the day bar hopping. As we wandered the city, any time we passed a homeless person, my uncle would pull out a fresh cigarette and ask them if they had a light. Regardless of if they had a lighter on hand or not, he offered them a few bucks in exchange, which he explained to me after was because he felt it would be easier for them to accept in exchange for a service, no matter how small.

I work for a company that produces a lot of fabric waste. Every few weeks, I bring two big black trash bags full of discarded material over to a woman who works down the hall. She distributes them to local churches, quilting clubs, and teachers who can use them for crafts. She’s currently in the process of working with our building to set up a recycling program for the smaller pieces of fabric that are harder to find use for.

One of my best friends gives monthly donations to four or five local organizations. She’s fortunate enough to have a tech job that gives her a good salary, and she knows that a recurring donation is more valuable to a non-profit because they can rely on that money month after month, and can plan ways to stretch that dollar for maximum impact. One of those organizations is a native plant trust, and once she’s out of her apartment complex and in a home with a yard, she has plans to convert it into a haven of local flora.

My partner works for a company that is working to help regulate crypto and hold the current bad actors in the space accountable for their actions. We unfortunately live in a time where technology develops far too fast for bureaucracy to keep up with, but just because people use a technology for ill gain doesn’t mean the technology itself is bad. The blockchain is something that she finds fascinating and powerful, and she is using her degree and her expertise to turn it into a tool for good.

I knew someone who always had a bag of treats in their purse, on the odd chance they came across a stray cat or dog, they had something to offer them.

I follow artists who post about every local election they know of, because they know their platform gives them more reach than the average person, and that they can leverage that platform to encourage people to vote in elections that get less attention, but in many ways have more impact on the direction our country is going to go.

All of this to say, there’s more than one way to do good in the world. Social media leads us to believe that the loudest, the most vocal, the most prolific poster is the most virtuous, but they are only a piece of the puzzle. (And if virtue for virtues sake is your end goal, you’ve already lost, but that’s a different post). Community is built of people leveraging their privileges to help those without them. We need people doing all of those things and more, because no individual can or should do all of it. You would be stretched too thin, your efforts valiant, but less effective in your ambition.

None of this is to encourage inaction. Identify your unique strengths, skills, and privileges, and put them to use. Determine what causes are important to you, and commit to doing what you can to help them. Collective action is how change is made, but don’t forget that we need diversity in actions taken.

#long post #some thoughts I’ve been having

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coralinnii · 3 months

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Congrats on 2.7k followers!! You deserve it! :D For the event, may I request Malleus, Azul, Jade and Floyd with a gentle giant S/O? As you can already guess, S/O is super tall (you can change this detail if you’d like, but perhaps they’d even be noticeably taller than Malleus?) and maybe even kind of intimidating because of it, but they’re very friendly, quiet, and gentle.

Again, congratulations on your achievements!! Keep up the great work you’re doing 🥳

‧₊˚✧ My Statuesque Sweetheart ‧₊˚✧

↳ Tall Gentle Giant/Reader

feat: Malleus ❋ Azul ❋ Jade ❋ Floyd genre: fluff note: no pronouns were used with the reader, I love beluga whales (it’ll make sense in Jade’s ver.),

Sooo…being someone that can’t relate to being tall :I, I went around to ask some of my taller friends to know what’s that like, so this took longer cuz of research. I also got into Genshin to prep for another prompt someone asked me and dang, do I gotta research on that too.

Similar prompt: Tall!reader who loves hugs

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

You were certainly a surprise to him. In his long years, rarely does he find people where he doesn’t have to tilt his head down for once.

Despite your height, you were as cute and friendly as a woodland creature, a contrast to Malleus who exudes regal power without much effort. He’s fascinated by you as your stature can command the room yet your energy has a rather soothing effect on him and those around you.

Man is saying you have zero scary dog energy, and that is adorable to him.

If you’re the affectionate type, congratulations! You’d be one of the few to be able (and allowed) to reach his horns. What started as curiosity soon became a habit as you made it your love language to care and clean Malleus’ iconic features. As a bonus, everytime you are done it’s fun to lay your head gently upon Malleus’, between his horns which catches him off guard no matter how often it happens.

Having a tall man with money certainly has privileges as you now have access to his personal tailor as well. Was there a pair of pants you really like but it only reached your ankles? Not anymore, let the royal tailor deal with that and add some matching accessories to that.

However you feel about your height, you are a sublime creature of beauty to Malleus. When he looks up to you smiling at him with the shining moon behind you highlighting your tall outline, he hasn’t seen anyone more otherworldly than you.

You stand out amongst every human I have encountered. Hm? Ah, I do not refer to your stature but rather… the way you effortlessly capture my attention and ensnare my thoughts with visions of you.

Azul being around an incredibly tall person? What else is new? Azul doesn’t feel all that insecure about his height, before or after meeting you.

Well, you’re definitely the most pleasant person he knows that towers over him, at least. He knows that many, him included, would use your sort of stature as an advantage over others. Instead, he likes your rather sweet nature and way of conduct.

If you have stretch marks due to your rapid growth spurts, Azul would feel absolutely touched if you trusted him enough to show it. Azul would genuinely praise your resilience to may have been an aching and painful experience to go through. If you let him, he could create a potion to get rid of the marks if it truly makes you insecure, but he finds you beautiful no matter what.

Watch him flinch and get flustered anytime you wrap your arms around him, smothering him with your taller form. You would laugh to see him so easily out of sorts if you press your weight onto him. He can handle it of course, but the heat of your all-encompassing hugs is vastly different from his time in the cold sea.

Azul would provide certain things that would suit your needs that others may overlook. Suddenly, you would find blankets that can cover you entirely, or you were gifted a coat that is actually a long coat that doesn’t awkwardly cut off at a weird length on you. Mirrors in Azul’s private room are always suspiciously up to your eye-level whenever you visit.

He’s happy to know that you see him as someone reliable regardless of that. He has an interesting way of showing his appreciation

Do you like the new decor of the Mostro Lounge? The new additions are quite beautiful and eye-catching. The tall but dazzling designs were inspired by you, after all.

Oh my. What a sight to behold, you are.

Jade doesn’t seem like the type to brag about his advantageous height, but he is aware that not many can reach his stature and even fewer actually pass him in that regard.

He still treats you as courteously as he always does, even more so as the two of you start to grow closer.

A nice bonus about having a tall boyfriend is that most of the things in his room are perfect for you! Beds you can fully stretch out in, actual full-length mirrors that don’t make you bend down, and furniture that doesn’t require you to squish yourself into. Jade’s (and Floyd’s) has become one of your favorite places to visit.

He does find it amusing that some people may find you intimidating because of your height as he knows that you were far from any definition of that word. Jade would chuckle to himself whenever he sees you getting happy or excited, like watching a playful beluga whale squeaking in joy. Your gentle features and bright smile shines through any misconceptions of your intimidating form.

Though not quite used to it, Jade doesn’t mind having to crane his neck to meet your gaze. Especially not when he could watch your adorable quizzical expression as he asked you to lower your head to him, only to whisper teasing words into your ear. He especially finds it fun to watch you jump to your full height in flustered surprise, even occasionally bumping your head on a hanging decoration.

Really, how could he resist you?

Do you need rest, my love? Perhaps a cup of tea can soothe your aches and joints while you sit.

Oh, Floyd would have no issues with you being taller than him. Probably the opposite, really.

Don’t @ me but I fully believe Floyd has a thing for legs, be it his own or others. He’s so fascinated by these human features that you may even catch him blatantly staring appreciatively at your legs.

“What’s the big deal? They’re right there, who can blame me?”

He will however, with full confidence, laugh his lungs out if you hit your head on the door frame or trip on an ottoman seat you didn’t notice. Maybe he’ll rub the ouchie away but he’ll be laughing while he does.

Be prepared for impromptu fashion shows with custom made shoes to show off your gorgeous mile-long legs. Floyd could spend hours looking through online shopping with you, showing you websites that specifically cater to tall drinks of water like yourself.

This man will be floored by the experience of being the little spoon of a hug. To be able to lean into your arms and rest his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat while you lovingly pat his hair? You can be unknowingly smothering him and he’ll be loving every moment of it.

Regardless if you’re confident or not, Floyd loves to take you dancing. If you’re not confident in your dancing, Floyd is more than happy to lead you with every beat until you have fun. The man just loves to see the flashing lights paint your body, with your smile being the brightest of them all.

Did you get taller, Shrimpy? Aha ha, just pulling your leg there! Though, wouldn’t make a difference to me. You’re still a hottie even if you, hehe!

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fuckmyskywalker · 1 month

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𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈: 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬.

Summary: A week of chaos. From the end to the very beginning. You find yourself in the darkness, remembering how the light touched your skin first. When you fly too close to the sun...

CW: 18+. dead dove do not eat, non-con, gun play, knife play, knife riding, death threats, dirty talk, dark content. | word count: 3.3k

a/n: Hope you enjoy it! DNI if you don't like the topics listed and DNI if you are a minor. Happy riding!

Hitman!Anakin series.

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺."

Sunday. 16th.

Comically, he could argue with any soul that crossed the empty streets that life doesn’t have a price. He could laugh at the soft-spoken, naive answer of self-value, laced with the dumb kindness of human nature. Humans are kind by nature, or that’s what idealists say; what— a sane person, he thinks— would say is that humans are selfish by nature, the realistic approach.

Since the start of times, the number two has been sacred. There are two worlds to join in the afterlife: Heaven and hell. Two deities to recognize: God and the Devil. Two spectrums: Good and bad. Two cycles: Day and night… and two options: To kill, or get killed.

It could also be described as a constant phrase he learned while growing up: “The strong one will eat the weak one”, eight words haunting him like the plague, following him and patting his shoulder at every failure, and congratulating him at every success. Strength equals power, money equals power, intelligence equals power… but can a man have it all without losing his mind? Or perhaps he is just getting philosophical when he shouldn’t. Unlocking the windows with ease as his mind races with the never-ending turmoil of an unfair life, edging him to do unfair jobs, and win dirty money.

Although Anakin Skywalker has learned that some hot dish soap helps clean the blood stains over dollar signs.

Twisting the knife— an anxious habit— Anakin stands beside your bed, watching your immobile boy. There’s a soft smile plastered on your face, you must be having a nice dream… too bad it won’t last long. Leaning down, the tip of the knife dances over your neck, careful— careful. Not yet. Those aren’t his instructions. Although his boss never specified the in-betweens.

His lips ghost over the shell of your ear, raising goosebumps in your slumber. Your skin is aware of the intruder, the instincts kicking in. “Hey,” His voice is barely audible, but his warm breath sends a jolt of adrenaline like a lethal injection directly into your veins. “Wake up.”

Your eyes shoot open, body jolting forward only to be pushed back by the knife against your throat and his gloved hand over your face. There’s no need to use brutal force, it’s easy to fuel your fear; blue eyes staring into yours through the holes of the black ski mask. He can tell you are shaking— in fact, he can see it.

“Don’t move, don’t try to scream. If you do, I’ll slice your throat from ear to ear. Smiley face, that’s why I like to call that,” He chuckles when he sees you shivering. Oh, to be the strong one grants him with a power that makes him feel alive. Who cares about repercussions when simple acts and sighs like your tears make him feel immortal? “Do I make myself clear?”

You nod weakly. Every fiber of your being is yelling at you to run, to push him and throw him everything within your reach but you can’t move. Your body is paralyzed and for the first time in your privileged life, you realize something frightening. When he pulls back and lets go of you, the loud exhale that escapes your lungs pleasures him even further. Good. Everything is going according to plan.

It doesn’t matter how much money you have. You can die just like anyone else.

“See, I can imagine you already know why I am here,” Anakin continues, chuckling when you shake your head. “No? Uh, I thought you’d be smarter. Well, I guess money can’t buy intelligence.”

Your eyes flicker to his wrist, watching him twist the knife. At least he isn’t all over you. How can a human be so calm while toying with another’s future? As if it wasn’t a delicate situation, as if money was everything in the world— pathetic.

Stuttering, you run toward the only option your brain knows. “I’ll d–double the price. I’ll triple it,” Your legs move, hanging them on the edge of your tall bed. Anakin arches an eyebrow, he could’ve killed you for moving. Yet, he is somewhat interested in your offer. “I can pay much more than whoever hired you.”

“Oh, really?” Anakin laughs. It’s a cold, bitter laugh. There is no humor in it. Only cruelty. “And what makes you think money was the only thing I got paid with?”

“Who hired you?”

He laughs again. It has been seconds since you heard him laugh for the first time and you loathe the sound already. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out, darling. Or maybe I’m lying. Maybe it’s just like the movies and I get a mystery envelope with money and your name. Would that make you feel better?”

He is definitely mocking you, which normally would raise your anger and bring out the worst in you— right now it seems like a bad choice. Anakin can’t blame you for questioning, every victim does, sometimes he grants them their wish— when they aren’t that important— sometimes he just does the job, hoping they die with their doubts as their last thought. Your life's on the line, it must be the first time someone has pierced your little bubble… so yeah, he can’t blame you.

“Please don’t kill me, I’ll… I’ll do anything.”

There it is. Classic. His favorite words. Anything means anything. Everything is fair in love and war— everything is fair at gunpoint. “Anything?’ He repeats. “It’s not like I haven’t heard that one before.” His sarcastic tone flies over your head. You cannot pay attention to anything else besides the ringing in your eardrums and the palpitations of your heart.

Anakin finds great joy in fueling the terror in your soul. It is something he wasn’t exactly born with— or at least, during his loneliest nights, buried in alcohol and money, surrounded by his guns and his ghosts. He isn’t afraid of them, they can’t hurt him.

“Anything,” You confirm, lip wobbling and tears streaming down your cheeks. His task was awfully simple, yet, there is something he must do first now that he sees you more clearly. Anakin doesn't have the pleasure to witness such a pretty downfall often.

In a swift move, Anakin lifts the knife over his head, smirking wider when you raise your hands in a pitiful attempt at self-defense. Expectant, you sob one last time before the pain comes, before the burning sensation of piercing skin and crimson blood.

Which never arrives.

The sharp blade pierces through the sheets and the mattress. Ripping the stitches and creating the most awful sound you have ever heard in your life. That could’ve been your face. Did he miss his shot? Is his aim that bad? Your vision is blurry due to the thick coat of tears, crystal clear and salty that trickle down like tiny diamonds.

“Money is not enough this time, sweetheart,” He coos at you, cupping your cheek and brushing your tears in a fake act of kindness. His pursed lips make your stomach twist. You never thought there’d be fates worse than death… but here you are. “I won’t kill you—” His words make your shoulder fall for a second as a smile dances on your chapped lips like the weak swing of a butterfly’s wings. “Yet.”

“What do you want from me?” You sob, placing your hands on your lap, not sure what to do with them. You are in no position to fight. You are under the mercy of a clear psychopath. Someone without morals, without ethics and values— under the claws of a monster.

The worst part? You don’t even know who is pulling the strings tied over the monster’s claws.

“Don’t be sad, sweetheart. I’m sure you will find it amusing— and if you don’t I don’t care,” If you weren’t begging for your life, his voice could’ve been attractive. Even his eyes. His fucking eyes that seem to pierce your soul. “You see that handle?” He points at the knife with his chin. “I want you to lift your cute nightgown and ride it. You can close your eyes and imagine a cock, I’m sure you’ve done it before from what I’ve heard about you. If I like the show, I’ll let you ride my cock— and if I don’t like it. I’ll kill you.”

“You cannot possibly ask me to—”

A small squeal escapes your lips when the muzzle of a gun comes in contact with your temple. The steel is frigid against your burning skin. There are no words left in your throat, if you weren’t terrified you would’ve thrown up.

“You don’t like to think, you don’t like to listen— I’m starting to believe you are actually stupid, princess. You either fuck that knife or die.” Your whimper. Irritating. Infuriating. Fucking lovely.

Lifting your hips from the bed, you kneel with the little strength you have left. Anakin never removes the gun from your temple, in reality, he presses it further, watching your skin dent slightly. Lifting your sheer nightgown, you clumsily hook your finger at the waistband of your panties, tugging them down with embarrassment.

“Please don’t make me do this,” You beg, losing balance momentarily as your panties hang from your ankle.

There is a storm echoing in his laugh. Like pouring rain falling over your heart before it even reaches your ears. “If you don’t do it, I’ll force you. I will enjoy it more… and then you’ll die.”

The flat tip of the blade handle feels like steel against your folds. The touch is feathery light, perhaps unintentionally gentle. You are glad there is a thick leather wrapped around it— otherwise, it might hurt even more.

Rocking your hips slowly, you close your eyes focusing on anything else. You will not enjoy this. You refuse to give him pleasure. If this is the way you die— at least you want to imagine you put up some kind of fight. Despite your constant thoughts— foolishly thinking your mind is stronger than your body— when the handle comes in contact with your clit, your body instinctively jolts. You stop. You don’t talk.

You don’t want to die. You don’t want to die, and you don’t want to enjoy it.

“Spread your legs wider and don’t stop moving. Don’t make me go there and open them myself,” His voice is low. “Show me how much you don’t want this.” His voice mixed with the adrenaline brings you to a borderline dizzy state.

Resuming your movements, you bite the inner part of your cheek, flinching when his free hand cups your breast. “See? Is not that difficult to obey. I know you are so used to getting your way, little princess. But not this time. Not with me.”

His thumb traces your nipple poking through the silk. You hate yourself for this— even more when you find a steady rhythm. Your clit grinds against the flat top and throbs, quickly begging for more. Hooking the barrel underneath the thin straps of your nightgown, Anakin lets them fall, exposing your chest.

“Don’t come. If you do, your tiny brains will make a bloody mess over your lovely canopy and walls. Now fucking ride it.”

The leather glistens with your arousal. It’s pathetic, humiliating, miserable. When you position yourself above it, when you flex your knees to fit it— that’s when everything you are— breaks.

The handle stretches your walls in a way that couldn’t be more uncomfortable. Your arousal helps but only much. Unhurriedly, you begin to ride it just like he commanded you to, just like you have to. Your pussy clenches around it, you can’t even fool yourself and think it is a dick. Nothing could help you now. No one can save you now.

“Seems to be you can listen sometimes…” Anakin observes, removing the gun from your skull to press it against the valley of your breasts. “Don’t think I can’t see how wet you are. Are you that deranged you are enjoying this?”

Are you?

Is he?

You just have to do this. Right?

Too many questions, no answers.

“Faster.”

Increasing your pace, the tears make themselves known again. You are enjoying it. Your walls are dripping, your pussy is begging for more. The slick sticks to the leather like a second layer of shine, the sounds your body is making are against your will— but you can’t stop moving. Anakin breathes loudly, his own excitement evident. You cannot see the outline of his erection underneath his black cargo pants but he feels it, throbbing, leaking, eager to bury itself in you. Hear you sob and feel you clench after every cry.

“So fucking wet,” He mumbles, pressing his lips against your sweaty neck. The soft cotton of his ski mask brushes over your skin, bringing you a nasty comfort. “Remember, if you come… you die.”

The muzzle now dances over your nipple, distracting you from the burn in your lower stomach for a second— when his hand finds your clit. Circling it quickly, roughly, Anakin exhales again right in your ear.

“I can’t wait to fuck you. I hope you are ready to die while I bury my cock inside you.”

A loud moan, mixed with a throat-ripping wail falls down your lips, body writhing and hips trashing. The handle is as deep as it can go, and before your vision goes white you feel the gun poking underneath your chin. Your hands curl around the hem of the nightgown you are still lifting, almost piercing the expensive and delicate fabric. Your orgasm is strong, it clouds your senses and for a moment the euphoria makes you forget how you just marked your destiny. The handle is sticky just like your thighs. The world is spinning.

Your life is ruined.

Just as your vision goes white, it goes black.

Monday. 10th.

Politics are known to be comparable to walking on thin ice. One false step and you sink— all the way to the cold and lonely bottom. Made only for the ones who can twist and turn others under their will and for those who aren’t scared of the nerve-wracking possibility of being a hero or a villain.

When your father offers you the vacancy for Campaign Manager you don’t hesitate to take the opportunity. Daddy dearest always serves opportunities such as these on a silver platter. Why would you refuse? Sure, a week before the presidential elections might be signing a death sentence, but why would you care? Even if you fall, your safety net is insured, secured and endorsed.

“Are you sure you can do this alone?” Natasha Andrews, your father’s assistant lowers her clipboard, focusing her dirty blue eyes on you from beneath her thin-gramme glasses. “We have a week before the election, these last days are crucial.”

“I’ll be fine!” You answer confidently. To have such confidence and naivety that being young gives you. You just feel invincible. “I read some of John’s final projects. A few venues and bookings won’t scare me.”

“I don’t think you are seeing the big picture here,” Natasha calls your name patiently. Removing her glasses, folding them and placing them next to her clipboard, you can already imagine a boring lecture about responsibility. You’ll be fine! “Your father has an image to maintain, a reputation to hold and the statistics are growing in his favor. This last week is to secure the win. Your father chose you for a reason.” Another way to say ‘There are high expectations. You better fulfill them.’

Huffing, you take her words as a weak attempt at an insult. You understand the big picture. You’ve been surrounded by the big picture since you can remember. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Natasha runs a hand through her ginger locks, taking a deep breath. She’s too old to deal with all this. “Look. I know you are young and I’m sure you have wonderful ideas for the campaign, but our time is limited. We can only continue with the schedule and hope for the best. If your ideas can be incorporated into the events then you are more than welcome.”

Always used to getting your way, you find baffling how someone who doesn’t know can defy you— or in your eyes, Natasha is doubting your capacities. Standing up, you point at her. Your manicured nail, painted a crimson red holds an almost accusatory tone. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone— not even your father. There is no chance of failure, because when you are young… you are on top of the world.

“No, you look. I know you are worried but I can do this,” You reply, not bothering to hide the patronizing tone in your voice. “My father knows I’m more than capable. You may not know me but you will. If I want to change the date of a venue, or if I want to make a goddamned pool party we will. I know what’s best, I know what will work.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow at your words, her expression hardening slightly. “I never doubted your… abilities, Miss. We have a schedule we must follow. Nothing personal. It is your first day in your position. Can you even name three key supporters of Jonathan's campaign? Have you planned a meeting with potential donors for when your father wins the elections?”

The assistant has a point, but you won’t give up. You will never lose a fight.

“Easy, everything you say is too easy,” You narrow your eyes, placing both palms on the desk to hide how they shake from frustration. “If I say the word, my father will fire you. It doesn’t matter how long you have been working with him. I’m his daughter.”

That’s your wild card.

And as usual, it works.

Sighing through gritted teeth, Natasha rubs her temple. How can an educated girl like yourself be such a despicable person? “Go on.”

The smile that brightens your face beams like flames. Threatening to consume everything on its way. Everything is easy when you have the influence. You were born with it, what’s wrong with using it? “Alright… key supporters….”

The redhead scribbles down as you talk, from all you know she is playing hangman with your face on the stick figure, not that you care, of course. Your mood heightens as she just listens and comments on trivial things such as locations and schemes. You knew it would be easy. You just need people that follow you.

“We can do the last meet-and-greet at Cafe Serenity. My father invested in the project and the owner owes him that. I’m sure if we present the petition he will accept,” You talk, tangling the wires inside your head. “I can schedule an interview with Channel 7, Global News Network, and Insider Globe, they do most of the coverage during the elections and my father knows the actionist in GNN…”

“The meet-and-greet sounds good. It’s the perfect strategy to calculate the supporters Jonathan has. Plus the media coverage will be wonderful,” Her jaw clenches as she talks, but you are too busy staring at your nails to see the daggers coming from her eyes. “You’ve got a good grasp on this.”

“I know,” You smile, ignoring the fake smile.

Suddenly, your phone rings. It’s an unknown number. A frown etches on your face as you pick it up. Excusing yourself from the table, Natasha nods, her blue orbs gluing to your back; if looks could kill…

Closing the door of the meeting room behind you, you bring the phone closer to your ear. “Hello? Who is this?”

Silence.

“Hello?”

A feminine voice breaks the silence. The unknown woman calls your name and your heart stops momentarily. It sounds vaguely familiar, and it carries a heavy accent that you can’t pinpoint from where.

“Lisseth? Is that you?” Your chirp echoes through the empty hallway. “I can’t believe you are back!”

Thank you for reading! ✩

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fantasylandloser · 6 months

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Orders

Paring: Rick Flag x Reader

Warnings: mention of imprisoned reader/ angry Rick/ injury to reader/ mentions of death/ lmk if you see anything else

Disclaimer: what is editing? what is a coherent plot? what is writing?

enjoy :)

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You weren’t known to disobey orders. Originally you had been trying to get as much time off your sentence as possible and did your best on missions, so that they would continuously use you. Without meaning to you became an invaluable asset to Waller, so much so that she granted you your freedom or at least her version of it.

She demanded that you go on multiple missions with task force X. Waller also paraded your ‘redemption’ in front of any committee or anyone who had money or power she could use by her side. She made you wear a bracelet that dampened your powers, originally it had been a heavy piece of metal that hung around your neck like a collar before she switched to something more bearable. She also placed you under the eye of Rick Flag. Every mission he was on, you were there as well. His orders led you on and off the field.

And usually, you followed them. It was easier that way. Usually.

“You do not disobey a direct order!” Your face was heated from being publicly reprimanded, and the anger you were beginning to feel. You say nothing and avoid his heated gaze not wanting to lose control while your powers were still free.

“You do not have the privilege of ignoring orders!” He reminded you, angrily. At his words, and the reminder that you were not truly free, you vaguely felt your control on your emotions slip but you continued to stand at attention.

“That’s cold.” Deadshot mutters to Harley, who he’d barely seen since their first mission together.

“As ice.” Harley agreed.

They are both surprised by the events of the mission. You’re usually the goody two shoes of the group. In another life you definitely would have been a soldier from the start, but tonight Flag was in danger and you risked the mission and your life to save him. Flag was furious and deadshot had a feeling it was less about the mission and more about you.

“You listen to me! That’s your only job. That’s all you have to do! What you did tonight was idiotic!” You’re usually more stoic around the group, a measure you’ve taken to protect yourself but the more Rick lays into you the more visibly upset you become.

It was no secret that you were one of if not the most powerful on the team. So when your eyes start to glow and then your hands, and second later you’re engulfed in the light your power causes, looking like you were about to explode, Deadshot thought it was time to intervene.

“Your ass would be dead if she hadn’t disobeyed your orders, Flag. And the mission is complete, that's what matters right?” But Rick didn’t care, he couldn’t see past his own rage on what could have happened.

Rick approaches you, bracelet in hand, the one that he’s the only one authorized to put on and take off. “We’ll talk about the consequences later.” You wordlessly offer him your wrist, that you only now realize is glowing, you focus just enough to get it to go away from that area so it doesn’t hurt him, even though he deserves it.

'Am I dismissed?’ Is all you say once he’s done, obviously detaching yourself from him. He only nods which is good enough for you.

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Most people would be happy to go home after a hard day at work and their boss being on their ass, but you lived with your boss. Something else you could thank Waller for.

The ride home was tense, where the two of you would usually debrief. And the house seemed to be even more silent.

Rick found himself calming down but you were livid. Not that it truly mattered. You were basically just his prisoner, not his friend like you allowed yourself to believe.

You carried your anger towards him for days. Unwilling to speak and trying to be as far as you were allowed to be away from him. Which was hard considering that the two of you did damn near everything together.

“Are you really still mad?” Rick huffs, finally having enough when you sparred with someone else, leaving him with a new recruit.

“No sir.” You say, which only infuriated Rick more. He’d never seen someone detach themself so politely. He really had no clue how you were ever a criminal.

“Cut the bullshit.” He sighs, running a hand down his face. “You’re my friend, talk to me.”

“Wrong. I’m your prisoner.” You correct. “Your employee, your slave, those are actually true.”

Rick's face turns dark. “You are not my slave.”

“I’m not your friend either.” You retort.

“We were friends a week ago.”

“Then you reminded me of my place. Thank you for that.” You’re sure that no amount of petty will hide how hurt you are. It still wouldn’t hurt to try.

“You disobeyed an order!” Came his booming voice, which you’re sure they heard outside his office.

“To save your life. Don’t worry I won’t do it again. I learned my lesson.” Rick can’t help but sigh knowing that's not how he wanted the conversation to go.

*******

You did not learn your lesson. Rick stared at you intensely from his spot on the helicopter. Surprisingly he hadn’t said a word yet but you knew it was coming. It had barely been a week since you told him you wouldn’t do it again. During said week you have barely spoken to him, which led him to be nicer than usual because he wanted your friendship back. You were sure that was gone.

When you and the rest of the squad lands, instead of talking to everyone like he usually does he calls your name gruffly. “My office. Now.” You can’t help the irritation and the slight pinch of dread you feel. Last week the consequences he’d given you were brutal workouts that left you sore for days. You still felt the effects of them and you weren’t in the mood for more.

Once the door was closed behind you, Flag slumped in his chair. He looked genuinely exhausted and you imagine he must be. You wait for him to speak, not wanting to escalate the situation further.

“Sit down. I know you’re tired.” It’s a trap. You do so hesitantly.

Rick can’t help the sigh that escaped his lips. He can’t help the fact that he’s exasperated and he doesn’t truly know why. Any leader would be happy to know that the soldiers that stood behind him were willing to die to protect him. And maybe once he could remember feeling that way, but he could also remember being more proud to get them home safely .

Rick stares at you for a good two minutes without breaking eye contact, before glancing at the clock on the wall. “Do you have something you want to say?” He asks you. Definitely a trap.

“It’s my job to protect you, sir.”The formality you tack on at the end let’s Rick know how you’re going to try to play this conversation.

“It is your job to listen to me.” He corrects, which you have to refrain from rolling your eyes at.

“It’s your job to try to get everyone home in one piece. Including yourself. Also, asshole if you die where the fuck do I go?” You ask, frustratedly scoffing at the look of realization on his face. “When you get over your death wish then I’ll start to listen to you again.”

Rick falls silent again as he thinks over your words. “Am I dismissed?” You ask, the tone of your voice conveying your anger. But you also urgently needed to get away from him.

“No.” He answers, ignoring your huff of frustration. “Do you have anything else you want to say to me?”

“You wouldn’t want to hear anything I have to say to you.” Your disregard for respect is noted, but at the moment it’s not what he’s concerned about.

“You’re hurt.” He says finally, watching as shame creeps up on your face. “What reason do you have for not reporting your injuries?” He asked blankly, his southern drawl making him sound less upset than he was, but you knew better.

Rick watched surprise take over your face at the fact that he knew. “It’s not that bad.” You tell him. That was a lie though, and the only reason you hadn’t said anything is because you didn’t want to give him anymore reason to be mad over you ignoring his orders. Also you would be pissed to hear I told you so.

Rick sighs, he‘s exhausted, angry, worried and frustrated and the last thing he feels like dealing with is you lying to his face.

Without another word, he stands from his seat. He’s not in the mood to argue, especially when you’re clearly wrong. When he kneels in front of you, you blanch a little unsure of what he’s doing when he takes out his pocket knife.

He makes quick work of cutting your suit to see the affected area. You start to protest but it dies on your lips when he glares at you, leaving you unaware of the pout that settles there instead. You wince once you see the bruised area that leaves your skin discolored. It looks worse than you thought it would.

“That’s definitely broken.” He states. He presses softly against the bruise, eliciting a hiss from you. You hear him mutter under his breath ‘not that bad’ mockingly.

Even though you know you shouldn’t say anything and you’re not in the position too you can’t help yourself. “You know a little gratitude wouldn’t hurt.” And because you’re a pain in the ass you add, “Even if I’m just your prisoner.”

The look he flashes you is bordering deadly. “You want me to thank you for the stupid shit you keep pulling in the field.” You squint at him defiantly, adrenaline still crashing through your veins from the events because you shouldn’t even have the energy to argue with him, but you do.

“The stupid shit that saved your life? Yeah.” Rick is astonished by your insubordination, it’s new and most likely a product of you being frustrated by your circumstances. He laughs a little, obviously pissed.

You’re surprised when he grips your jaw in one hand and pulls your face closer to him. “I’m only gonna say this once, and you’re gonna listen since you’re so convinced that I own you. “ He speaks slowly. “There are a thousand men just like me. They were trained the same, they think the same, they live the same life as me. There is only one you.” Rick takes in the way your eyes are almost bambi like and basically a window into your naivety trying to avert your gaze. He knows you hate to hear it. You hate being told how special you are, you don’t believe it.

“Look at me.” You do.He's still holding your jaw, but his grip is softer now and you could pull away, but you don’t.

“Nobody out there is like you. Nobody. And you could really change the world when you get out of this mess, for good. Stop trying to save me all the time. I can take care of myself.” You purse your lips knowing that if it came down to it again you would do the same. He knows that.

“Sir, yes sir.” You say jokingly, your smile wobbly and your eyes wet. “Your best pep talk yet.” You inform him.

He grins at you exasperated, but willing to let it go.

“Let’s go to the med bay, before you pass out.”

#rick flag #suicide squad #rick flag x reader #fantasylandloserfic

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months

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Why do people still go to Mostro Lounge if Azul enslaved 225 students? Like how is he not out of bussines

I DON’T KNOW 😭 I’ve never understood that part???? And how easily everything is resolved????

The end of book 3 tries to hand-wave it off as, “well, Azul implemented a point card system/promotion that was just so good that it compensated for all the negative rumors about the bad things he actually did” but like 💀 even then, I never bought it…

Consider the prices plus how the point card system and its perks work:

Assuming that you need 50 points to get that consultation with Azul + the items listed here are the only ones that qualify toward the point system, that means you'd be spending at LEAST 250 thaumarks (which I'm going to consider the equivalent to 250 USD for the sake of simplicity), if not 300 thaumarks. That's not including any potential tax or tip they may charge on top of the cost of the actual menu items. If you're going for the three-point card perks, you're easily spending 750 to 900 bucks on the Mostro Lounge. Maybe that seems like chump change to some of the rich, privileged kids that attend NRC but that's still a considerable amount of money to spend at one establishment... I'll concede that the argument can be made that this investment is "worth it" because of Azul's consultation being such a useful thing. It seems like you could ask him for anything, so long as its within his means. So yeah, it’s true, his services can be an extremely powerful boon to have on your side (assuming, of course, that he's capable of granting your wish and you agree to the terms set). The issue then becomes a matter of trust between client and Azul.

I don't know about you, but I cannot believe that after Azul tricked and enslaved 220+ students (over a QUARTER of the total student body) with his promises that everyone would so easily forgive what he did and suddenly trust that he wouldn't try pulling similar shit again. And since I doubt any mob would drop 250-300 thaumarks in one day just to get the consultation ASAP (but a bunch of food he can't eat), the points system would be a long term commitment... meaning mobs go into this establishment regularly, knowing that it's run by a guy that would double cross them if it benefitted him, weirdly trusting that he wouldn't???????? Trusting that he had a sudden change of heart and wouldn’t revert back to his old ways???????? Not holding grudges??????? Nah, I don't buy that one bit. AZUL'S REP WOULD BE IN THE TOILET, AND I DON'T THINK A GOOD DEAL ON EATERY LOYALTY WOULD REVERSE THAT... At that point, the mobs are practically begging to be scammed… Also???? The only thing that Crowley technically told Azul he can't do is to take anyone's powers 💀 so literally nothing is stopping Azul from trying to one-up or cheat his clients out of other things... Agreements like the one where he tried to claim Ramshackle Dorm for himself would still be totally valid under Crowley's new but poorly defined restrictions. Why doesn't the headmaster just forbid Azul from running his shady side business altogether 😭 or at least revoke the manager position from Azul?????? The school gets 10% of the lounge’s profits, so maybe Crowley doesn’t want to lose that income—but if that’s the case, why not just put new management in charge and still reap the monetary benefits??? Even just upping the percentage the school takes from their earnings would be more of a punishment…

I'm about to cancel this man on Magicam for his crimes/j I guess this is easily explained by the mob students all being dumb/arrogant, but that’s such a cop-out 😭 My only hope is that volume 3 of the light novel adaptation will go more in-depth about the post-OB backlash Azul experiences (similar to how it did for volume 1) 💦 because the way the game presents it, it feels like he and the Mostro Lounge made an almost immediate comeback 😭 which isn’t realistic at all…

I guess all I have left to say is…

#twisted wonderland #twst #Azul Ashengrotto #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #question #Yuu #twst light novel #twisted wonderland light novel #twst theory #twst theories #twisted wonderland theory #twisted wonderland theories #Dire Crowley

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whereismywizardhat · 2 years

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Saw Glass Onion, and I cannot help but think about what the movie is trying to say.

Spoilers Ahead, you have been warned

The most obvious (and considering how November went in the year 2022) is the dismantling of the myth of the Tech Billionaire. Miles Bron is a obvious Musk/Zuckerburg stand-in, with the former’s charisma and energy industry connections and the later’s assorted former business partners.

Miles surrounds himself with “The Disrupters” aka the shitheads. Lionel the engineer, Duke the alt-right troll, Claire the politician, and Birdie the fashion model. Science, Media, Politics, and Entertainment, four pillars of society each dependent on the smooth talking grifter with the pile of money for their own continued success. Like with Knives Out, the politics of the four doesn’t particularly matter: Claire is mentioned to be a liberal politician, while Duke’s MRA talking points barely can escape his garage without being called out by his mother and Birdie mindlessly repeats slurs on social media with such regularity her assistant micromanages her phone. Class solidarity matters more, 5% will protect the 1%.

Miles surrounds himself with these people, but he has no loyalty to them. He powers his home with an unstable energy source that his engineer is sure is dangerous (because it’s hydrogen, the most explosive element), he has already convinced the politician to back his dangerous energy source, he assists the far right media guy in getting a new platform but does not platform him on his own network, and he intends to allow the fashionista to take the fall for their sweatshops.

Coming out in a year where we have watched billionaires throw good money after bad in such ventures as “Worse VR Chat” and “Let’s Burn the Bird Site to the Ground”, it has never been more obvious the mediocrity of tech billionaires. And here comes Glass Onion, which presents it’s Ersatz Zucker-musk as the most mediocre of them all: seemingly only having the talent to steal ideas from others and force others to repackage them. A man so utterly devoid of creativity or talent that naturally everyone thinks of him as a genius. A Cave Johnson level Moron.

The fifth guest, Andi, Mile’s former partner, represents Business but she’s also a black woman who was the true brains behind the operation, and thus was first discredited then murdered. The Andi we meet is actually her school teacher twin sister, Helen. Education, another pillar, and notably the only one is not beholden to Miles. Tech Billionaires aren’t even beholden to Capitalism, but they are beholden to people educated enough to see through their snake oil.

And finally there is Benoit Blanc, our beloved detective. He represent justice (notably, not the police), and notably while he solves the crime he cannot touch Miles. White Privileged Billionaires never have to worry about Justice reaching them, they are insulated from it. The only thing he can do is encourage Helen.

And Helen burns it all down. No justice can be extracted from Billionaires, but we can burn their houses down, their own hubris practically guarantees that they will have left fuel everywhere. After all, they are morons.

#knives out #glass onion #benoit blanc #glass onion spoilers

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elderflowergin · 1 month

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blood free v secret forest, a quick and dirty comparison:-

As someone who fell for Kdrama through Stranger, i loved it because it appeared seamless, grounded and weaved several systems and levels of privilege very elegantly. Most of all it seemed morally urgent, even if it was at its core a detective mystery. (Which, to be fair, Blood Free is as well.)

Secret Forest’s first success was that it held nuance for everyone in the middle of the road; LSY afforded so much thoughtful shading to those men. I often think they will never look as beautiful as they do on SF, and that’s only partly because of whoever did the lighting etc, but they’re not Kdrama glossy perfect; they’re real people trying to reckon with themselves and the moral calculus they have agreed to, and their dignity comes from the reckoning. Lee Chang-joon, Kang Won-chul, Lee Yeon-jae, even Seo Dong-jae for that matter, all have that advantage. LSY managed this for Jung Sung-il in the scant few minutes of screen time he had.

The second success was Cho Seung-woo and Bae Doona. If Secret Forest was a universe they were its gravitational field; it was their fierce sense of honour and morality that drives both seasons. And their moral decency is hard-won; it is tested constantly, and it’s burnished at each opportunity, which is why they are respected. It is a dream that people like that can influence or impact those around them, but you don’t question that they do, by the end of each season, and that’s the victory of writing, casting and the charisma of both leads.

That’s why that funeral scene in season 1 is so important (to me); it shows the gravity shifting. The prosecutors rely on their forest of secrets to keep the centre together, but Hwang Si-mok demonstrates how untenable this has become, how the roots must be pulled out so the weeds die; so new healthy things can grow. The chaebols are at the periphery, and they continue to be there because, most audaciously of all, they don’t matter if enough people shift their moral calculus. I think this gravitational pull happens to Lee Chang-joon in season 1 thanks to Hwang Si-mok and it happens to Choi Bit in season 2 thanks to Han Yeo-jin. They are easily some of the most powerful parts of the show.

On the other hand, we have Blood Free. I’m not sure who the moral gravitational field of this show is meant to be. Maybe it’s Yun Ja-yu and/or Woo Chae-woon. Maybe it’s Lee Mu-saeng. Maybe it’s about the ethical dilemma of experimentation and whether that’s a worthwhile price to pay for the scientific advancements in cultured meat and seafood. Perhaps we need more time to really see the middle of the road characters, but four episodes in there’s not much to go on: there’s Lee Mu-saeng, there’s Queen Dowager as a VP, here’s Jeon Seok-ho. There are three chaebols, all of whom seem like one-note characters to me. (Why ask a talented sketch artist to produce cartoons like these? Unless they’re not, but nothing seems to suggest otherwise.)

The most interesting insight from episode 4 was about Yun Jayu - when offered 72 trillion won for her company, she actually considers it because it means she doesn’t have to face investors and can focus on research. She has influence and money but these are means to an end, for her. I wish we could see more of that, and not necessarily through exposition alone.

When she gives deft, cool answers to reporters, did that come naturally to her or did she work at it? Is she the face of the company because she hated it a little less than Lee Mu-saeng did? If so, why? What comparative advantage did they determine she had? When she wears Chanel tweed skirts and smiles her way through presentations, is that a natural extension of her work or is that a mask she wears? Give me process, guys! Give us the backstory, the way the markets work, the environment for cutting-edge bio research in Korea, the reaction of Big Meat, the interplay of new rich and old rich, some indication of her actual influence (which must be considerably more than what we see on the show, although what little we see, while uncomfortable, is frankly not that inconceivable in a world where you’re constantly connected.) I am so interested in her, and yet I feel I am made to watch the story of her reacting to chaebols and to the mystery of corporate sabotage rather than her being the fulcrum of her own universe. And at no point does the mystery seem morally urgent to me, and it’s because 1) why does it matter if all this is is a giant M&A negotiation 2) why should we care if it doesn’t feel real to us? So what if there’s sabotage? Why on earth isn’t this company guarded like fucking Fort Knox? Why is this company ostensibly so influential, so powerful and yet capable of unusually amateurish errors that are the centre of the show so far and not on the periphery of it? Where is the moral quandary that is meant to grab us by the throat?

Is it a question of the writing? Have her interests shifted and did she want to do a show without having to do too much character work? If anyone has earned a vibes-only moment it’s Lee Soo-yeon, and I respect that for her. I hope the direction isn’t stifling the writing, because that means there is an arresting, politically trenchant drama underneath this dry procedural, and that’s upsetting to consider. We still have a ways to go and I think there is potential, but I have to remind myself not to expect something like SF, that maybe you can’t bottle that formula. That it’s the gold standard for a reason. But honestly, Disney, in the words of TikTok star imo_unusual, you’ve made this show like God was dozing off when the angels were working, now RELEASE US (and LSY writernim)

#sorry i didn’t finish life #and I didn’t include grid in the analysis #although that’s a good comparison to make too #but kudos to whoever costumed hhj #and gave her that expensive overcoat #that looks exactly like a doctor’s coat but in rich black #costuming is the only dept that has not been interfered with #blood free #tvn stranger

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spiffy-sea-dragon · 5 months

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I’m so tired of the racist stereotype Jews are all rich.

Some dude: but being rich is a good thing!

Not when it’s associated with greed, privilege and power over society. Not when you have Jews who, guess what, aren’t actually rich, be treated like they should have money solely because they are Jewish and get excluded from resources that would help them.

Some dude: but the Jews I know are rich!

Okay, good for them. There are loads of rich people. There are rich white people. There are rich Asian people. There are rich Black people. The issue with this stereotype is that rich Jews are attributed with being rich because they are Jewish, not that they are rich people who happen to be Jewish.

Some dude: the Jews I hear about are rich because they’re doctors, lawyers, film stars, etc.

Again, a lot of people are doctors, lawyers, film stars, etc. It’s a facet of Jewish culture, like many cultures, to push their children towards ‘successful’ careers. But I never hear about, “oh wow there are so many white Anglo-Saxon Protestant doctors.”

There’s a huge amount of Jews who aren’t in high-paying careers. But people don’t focus on them because it doesn’t highlight the stereotype.

Some dude: but a lot of Jewish private schools charge a lot of money for tuition!!

Private schools charge a lot of money for tuition! Catholic schools, Christian schools, there’s heaps that cost a fortune. And Jewish schools, like other private schools, also range in how cheap and expensive they are. And plenty (and I mean plenty) of Jewish children are raised in public schools.

Basically, the Jewish community is small by comparison to other communities and tight knit. Oftentimes, someone who isn’t Jewish may only know 1-2 Jewish people. They then become the “representative” for Jewish people to that non-Jewish person, like many other minority groups often do.

So why does this matter? Well I’m a Jewish person who grew up on food stamps. I work in aged care and make minimum wage.

I’m sick and tired of having my voice erased when it comes time to discuss poverty. I’m tired of being side-eyed by my coworkers. I’m tired of having random people assume my parents are doctors and I’ve lived a privileged and spoiled life. I’m tired of people imagining my life and who I must be based on 1 dimensional stereotypes they hear over and over again.

I’m tired of people thinking it doesn’t matter. I’m tired of people thinking that because “Jews must be privileged”, they therefore are immune to discrimination, racism and hardship.

I’ve never been able to articulate before exactly why this stereotype bothered me so much. I hope maybe this lays it out well.

#jumblr #judaism #antisemitism

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peterpparkrr · 2 years

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Pinned (Pt. 6)

Series: Pinned

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Summary: The course of true love never did run smooth.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: I’m so sorry! But we are close to having some real breakthroughs!

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It doesn’t take long for him to find you. You’ve changed your work schedule. Asked your fellow tailoresses not to tell anyone who asks what days you work now. No matter how much money they offered them.

But within days Anthony has already tracked you down.

The power of wealth and primogeniture, you suppose.

“You shouldn’t be here,” You tell him as he makes his way up to you as you’re trying to purchase fabric from a wholesaler in the market.

There’s no teasing in your voice now. Not a hint of amusement. Just your mouth in a hard set line as you stare at Anthony Bridgerton.

“Are you alright? Has something happened?” He asks lowly as his eyes search your own, full of concern.

There’s no putting this off. He won’t ease up until you put a stop to this.

“No, we need to talk,” You tell him. “Privately.”

He allows you to pull him into the secluded alleyway. With the lines of laundry strung between the buildings and the din of the crowd in the street beside you no one will see you back here and no one will hear you.

“People know,” You tell him. “About us.”

“There will always be rumors-” Anthony starts to argue.

You cut him off with a sharp shake of your head.

“No you don’t understand, we can’t keep doing this if people are going to find out.”

“What are you trying to say?” Anthony asks after a beat, his own face now hardened to match your own.

You sigh as you glance to the side, turning away from him ever so slightly.

“Lord Bridgerton, we cannot see each other anymore.”

Anthony doesn’t say anything to that. He merely stares at you, shaking his head ever so slightly.

“Lord Bridgerton,” You repeat, with even more emphasis. “Whatever this is, it needs to stop.”

“I can’t stop. I want to be with you. I need to be with you.” He tells you. His eyes shine as he pulls you to face him, pulling you close so that your faces are mere inches apart. “You are all I can think about.”

“My lord, you forget yourself,” You say as you carefully extract yourself from his grasp, placing distance between you two as you shake your head.

“Do I?” He asks. “I could make you happy, take care of you. I could buy you a home, a proper home, we could-“

“We could what, exactly? Meet in the dark of night? After your pretty little wife goes to sleep you’d crawl into my bed?” You ask as you cross your arms over your chest.

“I cannot marry you,” Anthony blurts out before he can stop himself. Before he can realize just how harsh those cruel words sound when they land on you.

“Obviously not, my Lord,” You reply stiffly.

“I will never be your mistress,” You tell him plainly. “I will never judge another woman for doing what she must to survive, but that is not the life that I want for myself. I cannot do it. I will not be beholden to your whims, I will not live my life by your rules, the fact that you would even dare to ask me to do so means that you do not know me at all.”

“I’m not asking any of that,” Anthony argues. “I won’t ever treat you like that. Just let me take care of you.”

“There are already rumors, it’s only a matter of time before we end up in one of those gossip columns,” You say. “My brother has aspirations. I have aspirations. We will not survive this kind of scandal.”

“Please,” Anthony pleads. “We can be more careful. We can-”

“Your feelings for me are a fantasy. You’re attracted to the idea of an escape. From your life. From your duties,” You tell Anthony. “And the fact that you cannot grasp why what you’re asking of me is problematic just demonstrates to me how you cannot even see your own privileges.”

“I will bid you goodbye,” You finish. “My lord,” You add with a small curtsy before you turn on your heels and leave the alley before Anthony has the chance to respond, disappearing into the crowded street.

You walk straight into the crowd. And you don’t stop walking or look back until you’re home.

Once you’re inside your flat with the door closed soundly behind you, you collapse into the wooden chair at the small table in the corner against the window with a sigh, your head falling into your hands as the tears begin to stream down your face.

Later that week, Anthony was sitting in his mother’s sitting room, nursing a cup of tea whilst Hyacinth did her best with the Beethoven piece in front of her as she sat at the pianoforte.

“Well done, dear,” Violet Bridgerton cheered on her youngest child once the piece came to a merciful end. “Would you go tell Mrs. Kroll that I would like to push dinner to eight tonight? Your sister and her family should be here by then.”

Hyacinth nodded to her mother before scampering out of the room.

“I’m so glad your sister can make the visit, it’s wonderful to have all my children together under one roof. And to see your sister so happy,” Anthony’s mother told him as she smiled fondly.

Daphne’s marriage to Simon, the Duke of Hastings was the greatest success of his mother’s life, other than her own happy marriage and subsequent right children. She couldn’t have dreamed up a more advantageous marriage for her eldest daughter, and a love match at that.

“It is indeed,” Anthony replied, placating his mother the best he can. He knows that her sending Hyacinth out means she wishes to corner him into a conversation and now all he can do is brace himself for whatever she has to say.

He knows what the subject will be. The not-so-subtle mention of Daphne and her happiness combined with the fact that his mother had introduced him to every eligible young woman she had ever made the acquaintance of made her goals for this season quite clear.

His marriage was her next project.

She wants to know why progress has stalled. And Anthony doesn’t know what to tell her. He can’t tell her the truth. That you had ripped his heart out in that alley.

“You’re turning into quite the dandy, Anthony,” His mother commented as she turned her attention to him.

“Am I?” Anthony asked.

“Benedict told me that you’ve been to the tailor nearly every other day,” Violet continued. “I can’t imagine where this sudden care for your appearance came from.”

Anthony was going to kill his loose-lipped brother. He should have never mentioned the pretty tailoress to Benedict.

“Well, with all these parties you keep dragging me to. I have found my wardrobe suddenly lacking and had need to purchase some new clothing,” Anthony tells his mother, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible.

Causing her to merely hum in response.

“What? Mother,” Anthony bites. “If you have something to say you ought to just say it.”

“I can’t help but wonder if you are truly serious about marrying this season if you simply intend to continue on with your ways,” She says as she looks up at him.

“And why would you be calling that into question, because I am taking care of my appearance? Am I dressing like a cad? Or did I just truly look like a slob before?”

Anthony doesn’t mean to sound as defensive as he does. And when his mother sighs he knows he’s been too sharp with her.

“I don’t want to pick a fight with you, Anthony, and I don’t want to bring up indelicate questions, but if you are taking up with a young woman who works-”

“I will ask you to stop speaking now, before you say something that we will both regret,” Anthony states harshly as he stands from his seat. “How I spend my time is none of your business, mother, but for the record, the young woman who works at the tailor shop, who I am sure you know nothing about, or else you would not be making such baseless allegations against her, wants nothing to do with me so you can rest easy at night knowing that she is not my mistress.”

Violet stares at her eldest son with wide eyes.

“It was not an allegation against her, for a woman in her position it would hardly be fair to place the blame on her,” Violet replies with a shake of her head.

“It is you that I am worried about, I thought after that business last season with the opera singer that you were finally ready to grow up and take your place in this family. But if you are falling into old habits it is not fair to any woman you are involved with, of any standing to string this marriage business along,” She tells him.

“You have a duty to this family. And you have excelled in your position in so many ways, and I am certain your father would be so terribly proud, but whatever it is about marriage, or heirs, or love that you find so challenging, you need to work through it.”

“I just want you to be happy. However you find that happiness does not matter to me,” She continues. “You are my son, I can see the veil that has hung over your life since your father died. I just wish you would let someone in, someone who could help you work through your grief and make you happy. But what you have been doing, has only deepened your loneliness.”

Anthony sits in the silence for a long moment, unable to look up from his shoes after receiving such a profound dressing down.

Violet Bridgerton always had a way of making her disappointment crystal clear to Anthony. But never has it been drenched in so much love and care for her that has forced Anthony to grapple with his life.

“I appreciate your concern, mother,” Anthony finally replies, his voice crackling in a way that he wishes it wouldn’t. “I really do. But surely you must acknowledge that love is not for everyone. Some people are not meant to be happy. Some people are not meant to be in love.”

“But you are,” Violet presses. “Anthony, you have so much love in your heart, I see it every time you are with your siblings.”

“You just need to find someone who will accept that love, without rules and expectations,” She continues. “And who you will let love you just the same.”

“Forget about duty and honor. Find your happiness.”

Anthony stares off into the distance for a moment as he considers his mother’s words.

“I need to go. I-I need to think,” He finally says as he stands up abruptly. He’s pulling on his coat and rushing towards the door before his brain can catch up with his actions.

“Anthony! Daphne, Simon, and Augie are due any moment. We’re supposed to have dinner at eight!” Violet shouted after her son, though he was already out the door.

#pinned #pinned series #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton fanfic #anthony bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x you #Bridgerton #Bridgerton Series #anthony bridgerton fic #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton fic #anthony bridgerton x f!reader #anthony bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton x working class!reader

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The Last and Final Blog

Over my past 4 years here at the University of Guelph, the environment has been at the center of my focus. Immersed in this for 1460 days has truly shaped me into who I am as a person and defined what my ethics and values are. For every job I applied to, the question I always got asked was, Why is this something you want to pursue? My answer is always the same; By being a student who is immersed in this knowledge and knows the complexities of the environment down the molecular level, I feel that it is my moral duty to relay this information and educate others. As an interpreter, my personal ethics encourages me to help educate people on ways they can learn about their impacts and how to help. It is important to look back on the daily decisions you make to see how you are either contributing or helping the environment. Some situations can be exempted. For example, they say you should buy electric cars, however, CTV News reported that the average price for an EV vehicle has reached 73,000$ (Bickis, 2023). When the price of a car is this high, you cannot blame individuals for using their gas cars to get to work so they can put food on the table for their families. Understanding that not everyone is as privileged to live a fully eco life is one step closer to stopping the blame and a step in the right direction for education on how you can become environmentally friendly with your living status. Being taught about the imbalances in the environment as a result of human disturbances and the effects they can have is very scary. Constant exposure to this kind of content every day can seriously impact your thoughts and beliefs about life and the world. In my case, it became very motivating. It drives me to want to help educate others and contribute to organizations that are focusing on the preservation and conservation of our earth.

This course has been a very pivotal experience for me. Although I love taking courses about the environment which includes biology and chemistry, this course forced me to look beyond just these numbers and the analytical lens. It forced me to think more intuitively regarding interpretation and environmental science. Understanding the needs of our earth and how much we impact it starts with admitting to yourself that there is a problem whether created by you or someone else, and that it needs to be addressed. Today, there has been lots of greenwashing which tends to turn people away from wanting to advocate for the Earth. There is such a divide between the general public knowledge and students/scientists. I can't tell you how many people have said to me “Oh, so you want to save the Turtles” when I told them I was in environmental science. This statement right here goes to show the lack of understanding between preservation and protecting the planet. Environmental science falls under a huge umbrella. It encompasses so much that goes beyond just implementing reusable or compostable straws.

When I have conversations with people who are out of touch with reality, I feel nothing but sad for them. That they are not as fortunate to know what I know or that their motivations might be driven by something else. But I cannot blame them, knowledge is power but it's also money. I believe it is my right as someone who holds this kind of knowledge, to help people understand and become engaged and involved with the environment. However, I do also believe as people of this earth, it affects us all, and doesn't matter what your social status, race, gender, etc. is, it is something we should all be working towards understanding. Let's just put it this way, a hurricane doesn't care if you're a billionaire with a nice house. Beck et al. (2018) state that there are immense educational benefits associated with acquiring knowledge that can result in “an enjoyable and enriching experience” encouraging a more meaningful relationship with the topic of interest. It doesn’t matter who you are, you will be affected directly or indirectly and therefore I believe we all have an innate calling to preserve and protect the earth not only for us but for the generations to come.

Nature has been a huge component of my life whether it was in the classroom or my own personal outlet. I was taught from a very young age to appreciate nature in all its glory. Over the years I have become increasingly empathetic towards the environment. When I read about things in the news I can’t feel anything but sad. It's so disheartening seeing our earth become hurt and have to constantly rebuild itself. I constantly ask myself when. When will we learn? How long does it take for us to make a change? What brutal disasters need to keep happening for us to stop? Going back to first-year environmental science, we talked about nature having intrinsic value and I couldn’t agree with this statement more. Just like we learned in this course, even if we do not gain any materialistic value from nature and it does not directly or indirectly benefit us, it still has a purpose and is still valuable on its own (Rea & Munns., 2017). Many people are motivated based on economic return and unfortunately, the environment is at the centre of those decisions. The understanding of intrinsic value is based on an ecocentric standpoint which is developed from having a serious concern for the environment, something many people lack (Rea & Munns., 2017). This concern can come from upbringing and experience that shape how one views the world. For people who are struggling to put food on the table, the state of the environment is not typically their biggest problem. Effective interpretation as described by Beck et al., (2018) involves building new knowledge, values, and beliefs. Being open-minded to adopting new concepts can truly work wonders.

Finally, I feel it's my responsibility as an interpreter to educate. Social media is a very powerful tool in today's age and being able to raise awareness about situations regarding climate issues is a great way to expose the general public. I just hope we can create a sense of unity when it comes to caring for our planet and that it gets the attention it deserves because we only have 1, but 1 is enough if we do it right!

Thanks, everyone for a great semester I enjoyed reading all your blogs!

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: For A Better World. SAGAMORE Publishing, (pp. 42).

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: For A Better World. SAGAMORE Publishing, (pp. 91).

Bickis, I. (2023, October 22). EVs are getting easier to find -- but with price tags out of reach for many Canadians. CTVNews. https://www.ctvnews.ca/autos/evs-are-getting-easier-to-find-but-with-price-tags-out-of-reach-for-many-canadians-1.6612044

Rea, A. W., & Munns, W. R. (2017). The value of nature: Economic, intrinsic, or both? Integrated Environmental Assessment and Management, 13(5), 953–955. https://doi.org/10.1002/ieam.1924

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Lilia + Hydrangea and Jasmine? Please <3

flower prompt list is courtesy of ddarker-dreams

tw: yandere, implied death and torture, kidnapping

Hydrangea - How would this yandere react if their darling gave them affection? What is their internal thought process like?

Give him an inch, and he’ll take a mile, or two, or twenty. You might not even mean to do something affectionate or endearing, and while Lilia will acknowledge that, he’ll also tease you relentlessly for your slip-up. He’s constantly anticipating the perfect moment to do so. Ask when he’ll be returning from a visit to a neighboring country, and you’ll be thwarted by phone calls and letters crooning on and on about how terribly you must miss him. You only meant to see if you’d have a little longer to yourself, but Lilia’s taken the unintentional bait and pulled you in the water, too. He doesn’t mean to deprive you of his affection, you poor thing— to heal your aching heart, why don’t you accompany him for the remaining week of his visit~? You’ll be reunited a lot sooner than he anticipated, and you might be a bit of a nuisance, but what is Lilia if not self-sacrificing?

Bluntly, he’s very annoying. Whereas he regularly supplies you with the incessant throb of irritation, you provide Lilia with an endless fountain of fresh entertainment. He never tires of you, no matter how frequently you slap his seeking hands away, squirm out of his embrace, shy away from his kisses. He’ll allow your reticence, on occasion, but a kiss where you’re struggling is just as enjoyable as one you melt into. It doesn’t take much effort to get you to the latter state, anyway.

It’ll a bit easier for you in the event that you deliberately lavish Lilia in affection, rather than actively refrain from doing so. But it all depends on how genuine you are about it. I don’t think there will be any point in your relationship where Lilia won’t get a rise out of your anger, where he won’t intentionally piss you off, but he’s not so insensitive that he’ll brush away a tender moment with you. It’s not necessarily intentional affection on your part, but if you were in a state of immense distress, and sought him out as comfort, Lilia will be more than happy to scoop you up in his arms. He is your tormentor and warden, but ultimately, Lilia aims to be your lover. He’ll cocoon you in the comfort of your shared bedroom, rock you back and forth as you ride out an onslaught of hiccuping sobs, yearning for the life he ripped from you. In these moments when you break, Lilia has the most fun.

Jasmine - How would this yandere use their status/money in their favor?

Building on the headcanon that Lilia is a royal consultant, of sorts, a jack of all diplomatic trades, he is by no means lacking in power. While he harbors a great deal of affection for Malleus, as well as respect, Lilia made a great investment in raising him as dutifully as he did. If it wasn’t so in the past, Lilia certainly now has irrefutable influence over Briar Valley, his position at the king’s side solidified. Malleus’ support alone is enough to provide him with freedoms and privileges few others can boast of— not that Lilia can’t get what he wants without the aide of his ward.

He’s older, cryptic and wise, and few fae dare to question the legitimacy of his knowledge (he’s in history books dating back a millennia, after all), though Lilia is picky with whom he divulges his prowess and experience. Some things are meant for Malleus’ ears only. Lilia does not falter or dim in his quick wit and memory— one must wonder if his mind will ever deteriorate, if it’s possible for his eternity to end.

Essentially, you have little to no influence in the castle Lilia keeps you captive. You aren’t treated without respect, of course, but you are a human. Lilia once mentioned how strictly forbidden relationships such as yours once were, in the not-so distant past. (You asked why kidnappings weren’t frowned upon now, and received a quick flick to the forehead.) You’re treated with respect, yes, but there is a thinly-veiled disscontempt in the eyes of some elder fae that only Lilia catches onto. Nothing enrages him so as another individual treating you cruelly, subtly or otherwise. You ought to be thankful not to know of it, but there was an instance wherein the castle’s treasurer indirectly insulted you in Lilia’s presence.

We oughtn’t allow the convoys to take residence in the castle. They’ve always understood our reasoning for putting them up in an inn. What’s more, I doubt any of us can stomach the stench of these children of man for such an extended period of time.

The table in that meeting room had to be replaced. Malleus, in an indirect attempt to punish Lilia (that the latter was rather proud of), saddled him with the task of finding new candidates for treasurer. He’s tempted to show you the offensive creature as a way to earn your thanks, to be praised, but humans don’t take too kindly to the grittiness of pain and gore. You’re a sensitive little thing, and he doubts you could stomach the image of guts strewn about the dungeon walls.

Lilia could truly care less for the consequences that come from spoiling you. The payoff is too great to resist. Dear me, it seems that the antique necklaces prepared for a visiting princess have gone missing! How utterly terrible! …But it’s not as if she’s exactly lacking in luxury, is she? And you look positively adorable adorned with such jewels— why don’t you let him admire you up close? And he does exhaust the poor maids who manage your wardrobe, acting as if you’re a favorite doll with whom he can lavish new clothing every day. You never see the same piece twice.

He spares no expense when it comes to you, but don’t assume this is an opportunity to take advantage of him. He’s quite perceptive of your likes and dislikes, finely tuned to your distaste in particular. You believe he forces you into these clothes for your benefit? That’s laughable. Lilia doesn’t think anything could be more entertaining, how furiously you bristle as he demands you change for a stroll in the castle garden, how you wholly exhaust yourself by trying to remain composed despite your anger. It’s cute.

It’s not rare for Lilia to spoil you, but it is unexpected when he does something for your genuine enjoyment. If in passing you mention missing a dish from your hometown, you’ll find it on your plate during an upcoming mealtime. If there’s a hobby you ever wanted to take up, even without bringing the desire to words, Lilia will find you an instructor unprompted. Or perhaps you see a piece of art in some foreign museum he’s dragged you along to, (Malleus often questions the necessity of your presence at these congregations) staring at it for a long time; it’ll be hanging somewhere for you to extensively appreciate when you return home. It’s not often he does these things, and he doesn’t necessarily act like this as a reward for your good behavior. Lilia will lovingly accept anything you can give him, and while your fury is truly something to behold, your mumbled words of thanks is equally as gratifying.

#my writing #yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere tw #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere drabble #lilia vanrouge #yandere lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #yandere lilia vanrouge #yandere diasomnia #diasomnia #yandere prompts #yandere flower prompts

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No, because you guys don’t understand. The amount of people I’ve seen saying things like “Imagine your @ssh0le bosses getting their happy ending after 4 years while your still struggling with your relationship after 6000 years!!”

THATS THE POINT GUYS!!! THATS THE POINT!!! YOU DONT GET IT CAUSE THATS THE POINT!!!

(I’m so not okay about this, I’m fine)

The point of Gabriel and Beezlebub’s relationship is that it ALWAYS could have been that easy. I’m convinced it was Neil’s way of showing us that Aziraphale and Crowley aren’t together, not because of heaven and hell, but because of their own psyche’s. Nina and Maggie told us this! They said, “you guys have talked sure, but you’ve never really talked.”

I’m also thinking of a post I saw but probs won’t be able to find, but Crowley and Aziraphale never talked, because they thought they were on the same page. They thought they knew each other after 6000 years. But no matter how long you’ve known someone, you never really know someone until you’ve talked to them. Hell, I have a friend like this. I’ve known her my entire life, and it took me til our 20s to realize that I didn’t know her, that i didn’t know what was going on in her life or in her mind. Beezlebub and Gabriel did what Crowley and Aziraphale NEVER did, which was talk!!!!

And also, they got what Crowley wanted. CROWLEY wants to run away with Aziraphale. And he always thought it was the system stopping them. That once they were out from underneath heaven and hells thumb, that they’d be free. But as we found out, Aziraphale is never going to leave behind a broken system. Especially if he thinks he can fix it.

There’s also something to be said that Gabriel. The supreme archangel who has never had to answer to anyone or prove anything to anyone found it easy to leave behind the bad system. It’s so easy for those in power and with privilege to move and traverse a system that caters to them. Because the real privilege isn’t money or respect, it’s wiggle room. It’s the ability choose and to be chosen and to go anywhere or believe you can do anything you want. Rich kids choose to study their passions in college. Rich people have the option to donate and be vegan and healthy and make better decisions because they can afford it.

Gabriel and Beezelbub don’t have an authority to answer too. Gabriel isn’t even scared by the idea of being demoted or sent to hell. He doesn’t know to be scared of those things. If they want to run away together, all they need to do is fill their former positions and then fuck off to whatever star system they like best. They don’t have any attachment to earth either.

Aziraphale and Crowley don’t have that background. Crowley is a message of outcasts. Of those who would opt out of the system given the choice, but can’t because of the threat to those he loves. The earth and Aziraphale. And as much as he hates the system, he won’t leave either one behind. Meanwhile Aziraphale is about those dissolution by the system, but still believe in them. Those who believe that you can fix it if ONLY you could just get inside. Aziraphale loves the earth and loves Crowley, and he wants them to be safe and happy.

See the thing is, both are willing to give up the earth for the other. Crowley would run away and leave the earth to be destroyed if it meant keeping them both out of the impending war. And Aziraphale would leave his bookshop and go back to heaven if it means crowley will be there with him. And the thing is, neither is asking the other to do this. I think as soon as they realize they don’t have to do either to be together. That they could be together on earth and still be happy, they’ll realize they could have just been happy this whole time.

Anyways this was my rant. Is a build up of all the stuff I’ve read about good omens 2. I have a lot of feelings about it, though I feel like I’m a lot less devastated by the end than some. I think it’s just cause I know that this isn’t the end of their story. And when season 3 rolls around they’ll be stronger than every (also, I’ve been through this before with Wayward Son (Simon snow book 2) and with Out Flag Means Death (I can’t believe we got OFMD’d again. Neil watched that show and went “huh, good idea”)

#good omens spoilers #good omens #good omens season two #I’m an Aziraphale apologist #cause I feel like #even though I disagree with him #he has a reasoning behind what he’s doing #I feel like most are just seeing the break up from crowleys perspective #Aziraphale was only interested in it when Crowley got to be an Angel again #and I still think he thinks that #that he can make heaven a place Crowley will want to live #also #im an Aziraphale kin #it hurts so bad to see him make bad decisions #and the thing is I get it too #sometimes I think I could fix the system if I had the power too #but I can’t can I?

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anamoon63 · 9 months

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Sims Say the Darnest Things: When you get this, list five of your characters and their best quotes so far. Then pass it on to five other storytelling simblrs.

Thank you my dear @nocturnalazure for this question, it was so much fun to answer! 🥰

FROM MY THE CHO BROTHERS GAMEPLAY

Terence: Mhm, and do you want me to get rid of her the old-fashioned way, or Terry the Terrible’s way? Dale: Whatever you think is best, just please, please, don’t let it involve bloodshed, okay? Terence: Doesn’t sound like fun to me, but okay, we’ll do it your way.

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Terence: Now I need some information about the victim… oops, sorry, I mean, about the girl. You know, name, waist, breast and hip sizes? Dale: Terry, come on… Terence: Easy, bro, I’m just kidding. Why do you have to be so damn serious about everything?

(The Cho Brothers, December 07, 2021)

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Kelly: So - we finally see each other. Riley: Unfortunately, yes. Kelly: Yeah, I hate to see you too, but there's something I have to tell you. Riley: You have something to tell me? What would that be? Kelly: It's two things, actually. The first, I'm glad you're leaving this dorm at last. And the second…

Kelly: Don't you DARE come near MY boyfriend again, YOU HEAR ME?

(The Cho Brothers, September 26, 2022).

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Dale: Can we stop talking about Terry and focus on business? Kelly: Do you even talk about anything else?

Dale: Sure, I talk about bars, and sex too. Kelly: Sex, of course. How could I forget? That’s what the Cho brothers are all about, sex and money, in that order.

(The Cho Brothers, November 24, 2021 post).

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FROM MY TIME TRAVELER STORY:

Julliette: So, I'll tell you only this: whatever is going on with your DNA, whatever you are, I don't care. I'll still love you whether you're a vampire, a werewolf or whatever." Robin: "A werewolf? Come on Jul," he grinned. Juliette blushed. Juliette: "It may sound silly, but love you and I'll never leave you, no matter what kind your DNA is." Robin: "I love you too, dear. And it's not silly at all, in fact it's lovely, and a relief to hear that from you".

Juliette: "I - wouldn't mind if you were an alien either". Robin: "Really? Most people are terrified of aliens." Juliette: "Not me. And I'd still love you if you were one". Robin: "Hm. that's… good to know."

(Time Traveler, Episode 209. Hinting the Truth)

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Dustin: Of course, I’m not saying that Oasis Landing is the only place with nonsense laws, I just thought that in the future humans would be more like… free. Robin: Oh, we are, but in the book of the Council two children are more than one man can handle. And if you have them by the forbidden method, the infraction is double.” Dustin: Forbidden method, that blows my mind, I mean, I know Oasis Landing families who certainly didn’t ‘engineered’ their children. My parents, for instance, and Judith’s.” Robin: Because they’re privileged citizens. If you’ve worked for the Council like Mr. Planeson, your family enjoys a lot of benefits other people can’t even dream of having.”

Dustin: So, in the future everything pretty much remains the same: the rich and powerful have all the good stuff and the common people stay poor as ever”.

(Time Traveler, Episode 159. Privileges).

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Ok those where more than five characters, lol.

I could go on and on, but I hope these quotes will do. I mean, my sims aren't too philosophical as to quote them, but I hope the things they say are at least entertaining. 😉

(For new readers who want to see more of the The Cho Brothers gameplay, you can to my #The Cho Brothers tag here in Tumblr, or to The Cho Brothers category on my WordPress Blog Los Sims de Ana If you're interested in my Time Traveler story, you can check it out on my blog too, via Categories for recent episodes, or in the Time Traveler tab of the menu at the top of the home page for past episodes).

#the sims 3 #sims 3 gameplay #sims 3 quotes #sims 3 simblr #ts3 gameplay #the cho brothers #the sims 3 university #my sims 3 stories #time traveler #the crane legacy #anamoon63 sims #los sims de ana

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I actually believe the verse(s)? You included in the last anon goes well with emmy’s relationship with Martin.

“Lord what will become of me once I’ve lost my Novelty?”

I feel like in some way Martin lives vicariously through Emmy and takes ownership (I can’t think of a better word) of her accomplishments. However, despite everything Martin still abuses her so she puts less effort into being put together because it doesn’t matter what she does Martin will still be Martin.

“How long will it be cute

All this crying in my room

Whеn you can't blame it on my youth

And roll your eyes with affеction?”

Before their parents died Em described their relationship as somewhat amicable, especially because she was little kid. However, once their parents died and Em was older maybe 13-14 yrs old Martin did not see her as a little kid anymore and In fact probably resented her because he was left to take care of her.

Thats just my thoughts on those lyrics but I feel like it can also be definitely be tied back to will I guess in some way.

Oh I really like this interpretation! And your points fit really well too.

Not to keep referencing lyrics, but when you say Martin was living through Emory, it does remind me of Billie Eilish's happier than ever, "You made all my moments your own". Along with all the points you brought out, I think of how Martin liked when people complimented him on Emory's accomplishments. He wanted her to be perfect so he can shine. Anything that she did reflected on him, and he could act as if they were his good deeds. It's why he got mad when she quit things. It was always about him. Every accomplishment, every award, every good or positive remark, he took credit for.

I like how you linked the lyrics back to her childhood, when they had somewhat of a good relationship. She said he was always looking for perfection from her, but there were times he was genuinely nice. I think the saddest thing is there was probably no escaping this issue with Martin. If it wasn't Emory, it would have been another girl, or his future wife and children. Not trying to say he couldn't have controlled himself if he wanted to, just that he always had the inclination and made the wrong choices.

And more than that, I think it even fits the first verse very well to, which was a little bit of stretch for me since emory didn't go out have have fun. But Martin would mock her, almost encouraging her to get hurt by the privileged boys - telling her he would have wanted her to get knocked up just so he could have an in with their power and money, as if that's all she would have been good for. But afterward, he still wouldn't have loved her. He would throw her away as soon as he didn't need her anymore and he did. As soon as she signed that paper, he promised never to see her again.

Oooh, Martin is a piece of work isn't he?

#asked and answered #devil's night series stuff #emory scott #asked and answered 215 #martin scott

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Music is something that everyone loves, and can be deeply personal. But only some feel the need to make music, feel the love in their heart for their instrument. However, many are stuck by the grim reality of the world, that they won’t be able to keep it. That they won’t be able to follow their dreams at music, that they will never be able to afford their instrument. I am sadly one of those people.

I believe strongly in my heart that art is something that all humans are entitled to, that everyone should have the chance to pursue. But I also know the sad reality. That the world just doesn’t work that way.

It’s the story of our society, the rich have the freedom. I’m lucky, I’ve always had enough food to eat, I’ve always had power and AC.So, in a way, I’m speaking from a place of privilege. I have more than others. Yet still I’ve known since I was young, I am not privileged enough to follow my heart. I’ll never afford college. I’ll never be able to take a gap year. I will be working until the day I die.

And yknow, for a while I was ok with that. It’s just the way of the world innit? But then, I discovered music. I discovered bass. I found the part of my heart that I never knew was missing. I can’t imagine my life without it, but I know that one day I will have to. At the age of (), I know my dreams will never come true.

I can’t afford my bass. I can't afford to take the risk of doing it as a job. I cant afford lessons. It breaks my heart, makes me want to scream. I fear the day that my life will be wrenched away from me.

And I’m not the only person this has happened to! I’ve heard so many artists, so so many talk about this. We can not do what we love more than life itself, because of something as trivial as money. Ask any one of my friends, and they can say they’ve heard me talk on this.They’ve heard me say with a bleak kind of acceptance that what I want is inaccessible.

I believe wholly, that art is a needed part of the world. Yet people still undervalue it, see it as a trivial matter. But where would we be, without music without paintings without dance? We would be a grey, bleak meaningless society.

You’d think that knowing that, people would appreciate those who make it more, but they don’t. Some say art comes from tragedy, but did anyone ever think that maybe there's a reason? That artists are seen as having been through tragedy, that they were done so because of art. Art does not need to be tragic. Artists should be allowed to flourish, to give art to come from a place of love.

We live in a society that does not treat art with the respect that it deserves. It snuffs it out, calls it useless. The school system is not geared to allow for art, or to create artists. Art school even is expensive. So what does this result in? People being discouraged from art.

Let’s pull up a personal example. My parents have never encouraged my music, they’ve never been interested in it. I’ve always talked about music like it’s what makes me, me, yet still, it’s never been taken interest in. When I talk sadly about how I will not be able to make music like I want to, they simply shrug, move on as though it’s not devastating to me. And i’ve heard this story so many times before. Of people wanting to make music, and their parents either not caring, or discouraging them from it. Art is seen by something that will never make money, and thus is something that’s not cared about. But in what kind of sad world, is money seen as the ultimate factor? In what kind of world is art seena s something that can only result in no money? It’s truly pathetic that society is geared in a way to put money over art, and make it so art can never make money. Art has managed to be made into a pawn of capitalism when it is so much more. Art is meaning and life and love. Ask anyone who loves to create art, and they will tell you, it is unfair. The world is not fair to artists and the world is not fair to art.

Art is not respected or loved, art is made inaccessible. It’s one of the many injustices in the world. The world is not made for art, the world has rejected that which makes it worth anything.

Do you know what this leads to? This leads to people separating a future where maybe, maybe they can actually be happy from one where they can actually survive. It’s accepted that you can not pursue all you love while still being able to survive. And that’s just what many do without art. They survive, but they never truly live. If you were to ask my friends, they would be familiar with a concept i bring up. The perfect world, or the real world. They could tell you that when i say the perfect world, I don’t mean a world where there are no problems, but rather one where I can be happy. Where I can do what makes me happy. The real world is the one in which I give up my joy for survival.

Is THAT the world you want to make? Is that the world you want to keep running? The one where a person is separating the reality of being an adult from following her dreams and being happy, before she even turns 15? Because that’s the reality it is. That’s the reality that needs to be changed.

The worst part is, it’s not just me. This is the reality of so many musicians I know. So many artists I know. But that doesn’t make it ok. That makes it horrible. What kind of world, what kind of society, makes it so that people can’t see themselves doing what will make them truly happy? A society that is truly good is a society in which people can put their happiness first.

Maybe some can, maybe some are brave enough to pursue their art even if it means an empty belly and no roof over their head. But that’s just the thing, you shouldn’t have to be brave to do what you love. A world in which you have to be brave, and reckless to pursue your art is not a world that is good.

That is a world that is unfair, a world that cares more for money than joy. That is a world that needs to be changed. This is not a should be changed, a it would be nice if it changed, this is a world that needs to be changed. Because art is something it needs, the same way that plants need water and humans need air. And yet we are chopping it down just like the trees. How is that justifiable? In any way? Yeah, you can’t come up with an answer. And do you want to know why? Because there isn't one. This isn’t justifiable and never will be.

Even if you can come up with an answer, it won’t be a good one. It will be one that is a pathetic excuse for a system that does not love you. Capitalism does not love you anymore then it loves artists.

So do you want to support a system that is fighting against you every step of the way, or do you want to support the artists? The artists who pour their whole soul into creating even while capitalism destroys.

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