"๐๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐จ"
๐๐ข๐๐๐ซ๐๐จ ๐๐ฎฬ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐
๐๐ฎ๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ณ ๐๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ง๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ข, ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ซ๐๐จ ๐๐จฬ๐ฆ๐จ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ซ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข ๐ก๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐๐๐ข๐จฬ๐ง ๐ฒ ๐๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐จ ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐จ.
๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ณ ๐๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ข ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ข.
๐๐๐๐ขฬ๐จ ๐ง๐จ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐จ; ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐จ.
๐๐จฬ๐ฆ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ข ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ณ๐จฬ๐ง ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐. ๐๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฃ๐จ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ ๐ฎฬ๐ง๐ข๐๐จ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐. ๐๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐จ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐ฎฬ๐ง๐ข๐๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ขฬ๐๐ฌ.
๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ซ๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐๐ซ, ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ณ ๐๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฌ.
๐๐๐ฆ๐ฬ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ฬ ๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐ขฬ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ซ ๐ฒ ๐จ๐๐ข๐๐ซ. ๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ ๐๐ซ๐ฬ๐ ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐จ ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ณ๐จฬ๐ง; ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ๐ข ๐ฆ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ ๐๐ง ๐๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐, ๐ง๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฬ ๐๐ง ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ฬ๐ง ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ง๐๐จ.
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"Una locura de matanza innecesaria recorre el mundo. Es la filosofรญa del aniquilamiento, entronizado con el poder y con la riqueza."
- Ricardo Mella.
"A madness of unnecessary slaughter runs through the world. It is the philosophy of annihilation, enthroned with power and wealth."
- Ricardo Mella.
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From the car files:ย ad for the 1983 Chrysler LeBaron series with rich, Corinthian leather.
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Shit, I just saw you had different accounts for different genres and I already requested on your main non smut(??) account๐ญ๐ญ Okay, okay, I have a new totally original idea. What about.. male pervert yandere enemy x gn or female reader? Like enemies to lovers but one is only in on it because of their masochistic tendencies and they just love being dominated. And please add nsfw of him jerking off, finding her sweaty (sweet) gym tshirt and it being mentioned that he has, I don't know, JERKED OFF TO THEM IN FUCKING CLASS. (The oneshot could be in class๐๐)
- I'm ๐ anon from your main account, you don't have to complete both of the requests, either one I know would make me cum, but please I'm so desperate for cocky ass bakugo katsuki like bitch guys who are so submissive and vulnerable on the inside IM BEGGING YOU.. omg, now I'm like them, fuck.
This got me pissing my pants ngl- but aaaaa yess. This came at a perfect timing! (long story short i got sum good news from my scholarship stuff in Ateneo) Your audience with me has been approved.
(also I donโt think I received your other request unfortunately uhu)
YANDERE! PERVERTED! RIVAL OC x GN! READER
tw/cw: dddne, yandere themes, male masturbation, semi-public masturbation, yunโs trauma with enrollment procedures.
MINORS/AGELESS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU.
University was hell before it even started. Due to complications with your scholarship, you and your parents had to repeatedly go out to get a whole bunch of documents in searing summer heat to ensure you kept the damn thing from falling through.
It was safe to say, you werenโt going to just take all that for granted.
You wanted to be the best student in the history of the institution, no โ the whole country. Anything less than perfect would tarnish the effort your family has put into you.
But a certain Ricardo Peralta was making that oh so difficult for you.
Not only was he already a member of the student council and potential president for the following years, he was oh so disgustingly well-rounded and rich. You thought you were a try-hard? Well think again. Ricardo had you beat in many aspects.
But not all of them.
You are a people person by heart. Charismatic, and sociable. You knew how to mingle, how to get a person wrapped around your fingers. Ricardo may have the vantage point with connections now but in the future? It wouldnโt be long before everyone will turn to you instead.
And so began your petty rivalry.
It was subtle at first. Smirking at the one who got a lower score. Congratulating the other for winning second place while having a golden medal dangling from their neck. Scoffing at their rival for having a life outside academics ( pfft imagine having good time management? The two of you can never! )
And then it steadily degenerated into full blown petty fights. Violence at times. Anything aside from murdering each-other was free rein and even then there were days you two took that sort of route. It was mostly you though. For some reason, his parents were quite fond of you and would always let you into their mansion. This gave you plenty of opportunities to drug his ass.
You didnโt know it was because of a deal his parents made with yours to give him access to your room.
Ricardo studied you harder than the academics he worshipped his entire life. He knew you far longer than you did him. You were the reason he strove so much to be perfect. The only reason he wanted to be perfect was for you.
He knew your parents would never think to pay for the outrageous fees the University you (and by extension him) wanted to go to, so he made his parents start a scholarship program for gifted students (Anything to make their son happy). You were already guaranteed to get in from the beginning, and he felt bad for having made you panic from the strings he had to pull so that youโd always have the same classes/schedules.
So he let you win some of the little games you two had. In any case, nothing beats the reward of your smile. And the smug smirk youโd give him as you loomed over the desk, your chest almost resting on his face.
He shook his head, he can save those thought for after he stole another set of used underwear.
He usually came to your locker after P.E. it was when your scent wouldnโt be covered by whatever you sprayed on yourself. Donโt get him wrong, Ricardo was a germaphobe and a half but those cheap perfumes and deodorants you slathered all over yourself so you wouldnโt smell half bad after your exercises couldnโt compare to the scent of your body.
In anycase, today Ricardo got greedy. Impatient. Something his parents were sure to have reprimanded him on. But he couldnโt help it. Could you really blame him? It suddenly started raining out in the field. The way the water made your shirt cling unto your clothes practically made you irresistible.
โNgh . . . [Y/N]. J-just like that . . . use me . . .โ Tears formed at the corner of his eyes as he mumbled in pleasure. If you just walked a little more, perhaps leaned your head around the corner. . . god, he could imagine the disdain on your face. The utter disgust youโd show him.
It didnโt help that you were slandering him just a few feet away.
โThat piece of shit, Ricardo. He totally fucking cheated.โ You cursed, so unlike your usual polite tone with your fellow batch-mates and the faculty. He hears a resounding thud right after wards.
The movement around his shaft only gets faster. His grip tighter, harsher, as he imagines the way youโd abuse his cock. If he added any more force heโd probably tear himself apart. The thought of disappointing you is the one thing keeping him from harming himself.
His hand only ever stuttered due to the sound of your friendโs voice, ear piercing and grotesque as it is in contrast to yours, โAray! Nadamay pa talaga yung mukha ko-โ
โShut the fuck up!โ You angrily replied, this time slamming the locker behind Ricardo, making him moan stumble forward a little.
โIโll fucking kill him.โ
Streams of white leave the tip of his cock, your threat shoving him off the ledge of pleasure. Your rain and sweat covered shirt now drenched with another type of liquid.
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Aray! Nadamay pa talaga yung mukha ko โ Ouch! You really just brought my face into the fray.
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Me for the past week: Damn I really need to focus on writing this paper about revolutionary self-perception in 1789-1794 France. No distractions, just relevant stuff, deadline's coming up.
Instead:
Maria Edgeworth's 1817 novel Harrington contains a vivid evocation of the Gordon Riots, with two unsympathetic characters taken for Papists and finding refuge in the home of the rich Spanish Jew, the father of the young Jewish woman at the centre of the love story.
huh never heard of her I wonder what was up with her
She held critical views on estate management, politics and education, and corresponded with some of the leading literary and economic writers, including Sir Walter Scott and David Ricardo.
that David Ricardo? from economics?
After Honora died in 1780 Maria's father married Honora's sister Elizabeth (then socially disapproved and legally forbidden from 1833 until the Deceased Wife's Sister's Marriage Act 1907)
wait what
The Deceased Wife's Sister's Marriage Act 1907 (7 Edw. 7. c. 47) was an Act of the Parliament of the United Kingdom, allowing a man to marry his dead wife's sister, which had previously been forbidden.
ok yeah that's pretty much what it says on the tin
The 1907 Act did exactly what it said and no more. It was amended by the Deceased Brother's Widow's Marriage Act 1921 to allow a widow to marry her deceased husband's brother.[36][37] This was a response to First World War deaths to encourage remarriages, reducing war widows' pensions and increasing the birth rate.[37]
the war really did do a lot for gender equality didn't it
anyway what was up with Maria Edgeworth, let's catch up with her
When passing through the village, one of the party wrote, "We found neither mud hovels nor naked peasantry, but snug cottages and smiles all about".[10] A counter view was provided by another visitor who stated that the residents of Edgeworthstown treated Edgeworth with contempt, refusing even to feign politeness.[11]
Ireland moment
Following an anti-Semitic remark in The Absentee, Edgeworth received a letter from an American Jewish woman named Rachel Mordecai in 1815 complaining about Edgeworth's depiction of Jews.[45] In response, Harrington (1817) was written as an apology to the Jewish community.
imagine if Graham Linehan had responded this way to criticism of his transphobic IT crowd episode :)
Rachel Mordecai married widower Aaron Marks Lazarus in 1821, and moved to Wilmington, North Carolina, where she lived for the rest of her life. The Lazaruses had four children together, three daughters and a son, M. E. Lazarus, in a household that also included Mr. Lazarus's seven children from his first marriage.
oh the lady had a son who she named after the author she liked who turned out to be willing to not be anti-semitic, that's nice
Marx Edgeworth Lazarus (February 6, 1822ย โ 1896) was an American individualist anarchist, Fourierist, and free-thinker.
oh well that sounds nice enough
Lazarus was a practicing doctor of homeopathy
ehhhh
Through his adult life, Lazarus tried to cope with apparent mental and physical disturbances, in particular what seemed to be chronic nocturnal emissions, a condition that at the time was labeled "seminal incontinence" or "spermatorrhea," believed to be detrimental and even fatal to the mind and body. Lazarus sought treatments through homeopathy, hydropathy, and electromagnetic treatments that seemed to bring some temporary relief. He also discussed the condition in his 1852 book Involuntary Seminal Losses: Their Causes, Effects, and Cure," where he suggested that the total sexual abstinence that he had tried to practice might be one of those causes. In 1855, Lazarus shocked some of his fellow Fourierists and free love advocates by marrying a 19 year old woman from Indiana, Mary Laurie (or "Lawrie).[1]
oh... a libertarian...
By the mid-1850s, social movements like Fourierism were in decline, and Lazarus's later life seems to have had less focus. When the Civil War broke out, most members of Lazarus's extended family lived in Southern states and generally supported the Confederate cause. In 1861, Lazarus, was staying with relatives in Columbus, Georgia and joined the local City Light Guard when war broke out, later serving as company physician for the Wilmington, NC Artillery.
on the one hand, obviously very bad to enlist in the Confederate army right, but on the other hand a semen retentionist doing homeopathy to them can't really be classified as "aiding" them can it
After the war, Lazarus continued to practice his areas of medicine and contributed articles and comments to various publications.[5] By his last years, though, he had become a disenchanted recluse known as the "Sand Mountain Hermit" of Jackson County, Alabama.
most normal libertarian
I wonder what those articles and comments are, and what kind of website they're hosted on. Oh.
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1970's Chrysler Cordoba
1970's Chrysler Cordoba. The hood ornament is beautiful like a Roman gold coin. Chrysler made some interesting hood ornaments, and the Cordoba's was no exception. Although Cรณrdoba is the name of a city in Spain, according to Chrysler, the car's emblem was actually a stylized version of the Argentine Cordoba coin. Either way, the implication was Hispanic, and this theme was carried out with somewhat baroque trim inside the vehicle. Chrysler famously secured movie and television actor Ricardo Montalbรกn as the car's advertising spokesman through its entire run. Notable was his eloquent praise of its "rich Corinthian leather" interior
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April 12, 2019, Updated at 12:22 a.m. ET on April 15, 2019.
In the end, the man who reportedly smeared feces on the walls of his lodgings, mistreated his kitten, and variously blamed the ills of the world on feminists and bespectacled Jewish writers was pulled from the Ecuadorian embassy looking every inch like a powdered-sugar Saddam Hussein plucked straight from his spider hole. The only camera crew to record this pivotal event belonged to Ruptly, a Berlin-based streaming-online-video service, which is a wholly owned subsidiary of RT, the Russian governmentโs English-language news channel and the former distributor of Julian Assangeโs short-lived chat show.
RTโs tagline is โQuestion more,โ and indeed, one might inquire how it came to pass that the spin-off of a Kremlin propaganda organ and now registered foreign agent in the United States first arrived on the scene. Its camera recorded a team of Londonโs Metropolitan Police dragging Assange from his Knightsbridge cupboard as he burbled about resistance and toted a worn copy of Gore Vidalโs History of the National Security State.
Vidal had the American national-security establishment in mind when he narrated that polemic, although I doubt even he would have contrived to portray the CIA as being in league with a Latin American socialist named for the founder of the Bolshevik Party. Ecuadorโs President Lenรญn Moreno announced Thursday that he had taken the singular decision to expel his countryโs long-term foreign guest and revoke his asylum owing to Assangeโs โdiscourteous and aggressive behavior.โ
According to Interior Minister Marรญa Paula Romo, this evidently exceeded redecorating the embassy with excrementโalas, we still donโt know whether it was Assangeโs or someone elseโsโrefusing to bathe, and welcoming all manner of international riffraff to visit him. It also involved interfering in the โinternal political matters in Ecuador,โ as Romo told reporters in Quito. Assange and his organization, WikiLeaks, Romo said, have maintained ties to two Russian hackers living in Ecuador who worked with one of the countryโs former foreign ministers, Ricardo Patiรฑo, to destabilize the Moreno administration.
We donโt yet know whether Romoโs allegation is true (Patiรฑo denied it) or simply a pretext for booting a nuisance from state property. But Assangeโs ties to Russian hackers and Russian intelligence organs are now beyond dispute.
Special Counsel Robert Muellerโs indictment of 12 cyberoperatives for Russiaโs Main Intelligence Directorate for the General Staff (GRU) suggests that Assange was, at best, an unwitting accomplice to the GRUโs campaign to sway the U.S. presidential election in 2016, and allegedly even solicited the stolen Democratic correspondence from Russiaโs military intelligence agency, which was masquerading as Guccifer 2.0. Assange repeatedly and viciously trafficked, on Twitter and on Fox News, in the thoroughly debunked claim that the correspondence might have been passed to him by the DNC staffer Seth Rich, who, Assange darkly suggested, was subsequently murdered by the Clintonistas as revenge for the presumed betrayal.
Mike Pompeo, then CIA director and, as an official in Donald Trumpโs Cabinet, an indirect beneficiary of Assangeโs meddling in American democracy, went so far as to describe WikiLeaks as a โnon-state hostile intelligence service often abetted by state actors like Russia.โ For those likening the outfit to legitimate news organizations, Iโd submit that this is a shade more severe a description, especially coming from Americaโs former spymaster, than anything Trump has ever grumbled about The New York Times or The Washington Post.
Russian diplomats had concocted a plot, as recently as late 2017, to exfiltrate Assange from the Ecuadorian embassy, according to The Guardian. โFour separate sources said the Kremlin was willing to offer support for the planโincluding the possibility of allowing Assange to travel to Russia and live there. One of them said that an unidentified Russian businessman served as an intermediary in these discussions.โ The plan was scuttled only because it was deemed too dangerous.
In 2015, Focus Ecuador reported that Assange had aroused suspicion among Ecuadorโs own intelligence service, SENAIN, which spied on him in the embassy in a years-long operation. โIn some instances, [Assange] requested that he be able to choose his own Security Service inside the embassy, even proposing the use of operators of Russian nationality,โ the Ecuadorian journal noted, adding that SENAIN looked on such a proposal with something less than unmixed delight.
All of which is to say that Ecuador had ample reasons of its own to show Assange the door and was well within its sovereign rights to do so. He first sought refuge in the embassy after he jumped bail more than seven years ago to evade extradition to Sweden on sexual-assault charges brought by two women. Swedish prosecutors suspended their investigation in 2017 into the most serious allegation of rape because theyโd spent five years trying but failing to gain access to their suspect to question him. (That might now change, and so the lawyer for that claimant has filed to reopen the case.) But the British charges remained on the books throughout.
The Times of London leader writer Oliver Kamm has noted that quite apart from being a โvictim of a suspension of due process,โ Assange is โa fugitive from it.โ Yet to hear many febrile commentators tell it, his extradition was simply a matter of one sinister prime minister cackling down the phone to another, with the CIA nodding approvingly in the background, as an international plot unfurled to silence a courageous speaker of truth to power. Worse than that, Assange and his ever-dwindling claque of apologists spent years in the pre-#MeToo era suggesting, without evidence, that the women who accused him of being a sex pest were actually American agents in disguise, and that Britain was simply doing its duty as a hireling of the American empire in staking out his diplomatic digs with a net.
As it happens, a rather lengthy series of U.K. court cases and Assange appeals, leading all the way up to the Supreme Court, determined Assangeโs status in Britain.
The New Statesmanโs legal correspondent, David Allen Green, expended quite a lot of energy back in 2012 swatting down every unfounded assertion and conspiracy theory for why Assange could not stand before his accusers in Scandinavia without being instantly rendered to Guantanamo Bay. Ironically, as Green noted, going to Stockholm would make it harder for Assange to be sent on to Washington because โany extradition from Sweden โฆ would require the consent of both Sweden and the United Kingdomโ instead of just the latter country. Nevertheless, Assange ran and hid and self-pityingly professed himself a โpolitical prisoner.โ
Everything about this Bakunin of bullshit and his self-constructed plight has belonged to the theater of the absurd. I suppose itโs only fair that absurdity dominates the discussion now about a newly unsealed U.S. indictment of Assange. According to Britainโs Home Office, the Metropolitan Police arrested Assange for skipping bail, and then, when he arrived at the police station, he was further arrested โin relation to a provisional extradition request from the United States.โ
The operative word here is provisional, because that request has yet to be wrung through the same domestic legal protocols as Swedenโs. Assange will have all the same rights he was accorded when he tried to beat his first extradition rap in 2010. At Assangeโs hearing, the judge dismissed his claims of persecution by calling him โa narcissist who cannot get beyond his own selfish interests.โ Neither can his supporters.
A โdark moment for press freedom,โ tweeted the NSA whistle-blower Edward Snowden from his security in press-friendly Moscow. โItโs the criminalization of journalism by the Trump Justice Department and the gravest threat to press freedom, by far, under the Trump presidency,โ intoned The Interceptโs founding editor Glenn Greenwald who, like Assange, has had that rare historical distinction of having once corresponded with the GRU for an exclusive.
These people make it seem as if Assange is being sought by the Eastern District of Virginia for publishing American state secrets rather than for allegedly conniving to steal them.
The indictment makes intelligible why a grand jury has charged him. Beginning in January 2010, Chelsea Manning began passing to WikiLeaks (and Assange personally) classified documents obtained from U.S. government servers. These included files on the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq and U.S. State Department cables. But Manning grew hesitant to pilfer more documents.*
At this point, Assange allegedly morphed from being a recipient and publisher of classified documents into an agent of their illicit retrieval. โOn or about March 8, 2010, Assange agreed to assist [Chelsea] Manning in cracking a password stored on United States Department of Defense computers connected to the Secret Internet Protocol Networks, a United States government network used for classified documents and communications,โ according to the indictment.
Assange allegedly attempted to help Manning do this using a username that was not hers in an effort to cover her virtual tracks. In other words, the U.S. accuses him of instructing her to hack the Pentagon, and offering to help. This is not an undertaking any working journalist should attempt without knowing that the immediate consequence will be the loss of his job, his reputation, and his freedom at the hands of the FBI.
I might further direct you to Assangeโs own unique brand of journalism, when he could still be said to be practicing it. Releasing U.S. diplomatic communiquรฉs that named foreigners living in conflict zones or authoritarian states and liaising with American officials was always going to require thorough vetting and redaction, lest those foreigners be put in harmโs way. Assange did not careโhe wanted their names published, according to Luke Harding and David Leigh in WikiLeaks: Inside Julian Assangeโs War on Secrecy. As they recount the story, when Guardian journalists working with WikiLeaks to disseminate its tranche of U.S. secrets tried to explain to Assange why it was morally reprehensible to publish the names of Afghans working with American troops, Assange replied: โWell, theyโre informants. So, if they get killed, theyโve got it coming to them. They deserve it.โ (Assange denied the account; the names, in the end, were not published in The Guardian, although some were by WikiLeaks in its own dump of the files.)**
James Ball, a former staffer at WikiLeaksโwho argues against Assangeโs indictment in these pagesโhas also remarked on Assangeโs curious relationship with a notorious Holocaust denier named Israel Shamir:
Shamir has a years-long friendship with Assange, and was privy to the contents of tens of thousands of US diplomatic cables months before WikiLeaks made public the full cache. Such was Shamirโs controversial nature that Assange introduced him to WikiLeaks staffers under a false name. Known for views held by many to be antisemitic, Shamir aroused the suspicion of several WikiLeaks staffersโmyself includedโwhen he asked for access to all cable material concerning โthe Jews,โ a request which was refused.
Shamir soon turned up in Moscow where, according to the Russian newspaper Kommersant, he was offering to write articles based on these cables for $10,000 a pop. Then he traveled to Minsk, where he reportedly handed over a cache of unredacted cables on Belarus to functionaries for Alexander Lukashenkoโs dictatorship, whose dissident-torturing secret police is still conveniently known as the KGB.
Fish and guests might begin to stink after three days, but Assange has reeked from long before he stepped foot in his hideaway cubby across from Harrods. He has put innocent peopleโs lives in danger; he has defamed and tormented a poor family whose son was murdered; he has seemingly colluded with foreign regimes not simply to out American crimes but to help them carry off their own; and he otherwise made that honorable word transparency in as much of a need of delousing as he is.
Yet none of these vices has landed him in the dock. If he is innocent of hacking U.S. government systemsโor can offer a valid public-interest defense for the hackingโthen let him have his day in court, first in Britain and then in America. But donโt continue to fall for his phony pleas for sympathy, his megalomania, and his promiscuity with the facts. Julian Assange got what he deserved.
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KHR CELEBRITY AU PART 2
OTHER CELEBRITIES
Skull - I'm kind of cheating here and taking from canon, but Skull is a daredevil through and through. Whether it's playing it up and astounding live audiences or putting on thrill-rides of a show for the television camera while doing special and guest spots, Skull's fame is accomplished through his career as a daredevil and his penchant for insane, death-defying stunts.
Bermuda I see as a mixed-martial artist or an ECW fighter.
Small Gia, Didi and Jeje are all notorious serial killers with their own dedicated fanbases. Birds is another infamous killer along the lines of Manson, who never physically killed anyone himself but orchestrated the murders of people. Daisy is another infamous criminal whose trial was hugely publicized, especially given the insanity defense used. Glo Xinia is infamous in the same way - a serial criminal who gained a lot of mainstream publicity.
Ricardo was a wrestler, well known for playing a heel. He became a huge celebrity though due to press coverage of his many out-of-the-ring fights and his later murder of another wrestler at a nightclub. He was acquitted of the charges due to insufficient evidence but everyone knows he did it.
Knuckle is, of course, a rather famous boxer.
Shoko Tanaka is a well-known female mixed martial artist.
Daigo Kazumi, Kenshiro Yamaki, Gosuke Takada, Renzo Oshikiri, and Nobuhiko Kakuta are all Olympic level athletes.
Giannichi and Giannini are both famous inventors and for anyone in the robotics field, they're absolute legends.
Timoteo is a famous movie director who owns Vongola Films, a large studio. He's recently moved from directing only movies to directing what's become a hugely popular television series. Coyote Nougat is an assistant director for Timoteo. Croquant Bouche and Ganauche III are really well known producers who often work with Vongola Films and Timoteo. Visconti does all the special effects work on Timoteo's movies and now the television show. Brabanter Schnitten is the sound mixer and Brow Nie Jr. the production coordinator on all Timoteo's works, employed with Vongola Films.
Hibari's famous to a select group of people who are already in the know and famous in their own rights, as he's the head of a company who supplies the rich and famous with the best of the best in security. Notoriously publicity shy, he's never been caught on camera himself and avoids seeing any of the actual clients himself.
Tetsuya Kusakabe is one of those well-respected, oft-photographed bodyguards to the stars. Romario is as well as Dino's private bodyguard. Gamma is bodyguard to the girl group Yuni is a part of, while Olgert is bodyguard to Bel and Rasiel both and is just as paparazzi-photographed as those he looks over. Nigella Beabankul is another paparazzi famous body to the stars.
Daemon Spade and Elena are famous politicians.
Bel and Siel are infamous socialites. Part of the Royal Family of another country, their diplomatic immunity protects them against any charges that arise from their very hedonistic lifestyles and the press coverage of their fights, accidents, and the bad endings of those hedonistic lifestyles are splashed all over the tabloids. They do eventually get their own reality show.
Spanner is known for his work in special effects and puppetry, kind of along the lines of Jim Henson.
Parenza and Tras are both stunt people.
Kensuke Mochida and Brutus are celebrities within the WWE circle.
Tyr was an ECW champion who became most famous for his live death in the ring against mixed martial artist turned ECW fighter Squalo Superbi.
Michael Chianu is a tennis star, Bluebell an Olympic gold medal winning diver, while Kaoru Mizuno is a famous baseball player with one of the major teams.
'NO JUST NO' OR NO INTEREST WHATSOEVER IN BEING A CELEBRITY
I honestly don't feel that Luce is the most comfortable in front of a crowd and she doesn't like to be the center of attention. She isn't comfortable with the idea of fame and celebrity, with no desire for them. She just wants a peaceful, happy, low-key life and I honestly don't even see her as someone who has Facebook, much less any other type of social media.
Fon has no desire for fame and celebrity either. There are some YouTube clips of him, found if you Google him, of prior martial arts matches he's been part of when he did compete in martial arts tournaments. However, he's not entirely comfortable even with that level of public attention, since he prefers a quieter and simple life.
Big Pino
Lanchia
Haruyoshi Miura
Alaude
Dr. Shamal
Fuuta de la Stella was actually a child star from babyhood until he was around six or seven, when he retired and now he just wants to stay out of the spotlight and be a normal kid.
Iemitsu is a retired action star, famous for a lot of big 80's action blockbusters. He no longer has an interest in acting, in fame and celebrity in any form but he supports and starts his child's film career despite being estranged really from Tsuna.
Enma Kozato was born into a world of celebrity but prefers to just live his life and doesn't want any attention on himself.
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ยฟ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฬ?
๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐ฎฬ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐
๐๐๐ฌ๐ฬ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐, ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐งฬ๐๐ฅ. ๐๐ฬ๐ง๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข ๐๐๐ฆ๐, ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ฬ๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง ๐๐ฅ ๐ญ๐๐๐ก๐จ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ข ๐ซ๐๐๐ฬ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐, ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ณ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ฆ๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ซ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ๐, ๐ง๐จ ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐.
๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฬ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ข๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐, ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ขฬ ๐๐ซ๐๐จ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ๐.
๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐จ๐ฌ ๐๐ขฬ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐จ, ๐ก๐๐๐ข๐ฬ๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฌ: ยฟ๐๐ฎ๐ฬ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ? ยฟ๐๐ฎ๐ฬ ๐ฉ๐จ๐๐ขฬ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ซ?...ยฟ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฬ?
๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐, ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ซ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐จ๐ฌ, ๐๐ฌ๐จ ๐ญ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ขฬ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐จ๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐. ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง ๐๐ขฬ๐, ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฬ ๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ขฬ๐๐ฌ, ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฬ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ญ๐ ๐จ๐๐ข๐จ; ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ ๐ก๐๐ ๐จ.
๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ขฬ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐จฬ๐ง ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐จ, ๐๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐จ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐จ ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ขฬ, ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ข.
๐๐ฎฬ๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฌ ๐๐ขฬ๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ข; ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฒ, ๐ฒ๐ ๐ง๐จ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฌ.
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Drive Me Crazy
Summary: A chance at a promotion becomes more than a chance encounter and a date is far better than par.
Words: 1330
Warnings: bad puns, objectification, innuendo, language
Credits: @princessmisery666 for being the best beta ever.
A/N: I could not have done this without my Opie. This AU has been in development for quite some time now and literally would not exist had my Ope not forced me to watched this stupid movie about these stupid planes and stupid hot boys. I still have strong negative feelings about Tom Cruise.
Carla knew that her best chance of getting her promotion lay in impressing her bosses at the golf game she was invited to at the end of the week. The only problem was her lack of skills.
Everyone at the office raved about the golf pro at Sandy Dunes Country Club. When she called, she was informed that lessons were available to non members at a higher price and more limited schedule. She booked for every available afternoon slot.
Now that sheโd arrived, twenty minutes early for her first lesson, staring at the lavish landscaping in front of the columned building through her windshield, she wasnโt sure she had made the right decision. Golf had nothing to do with her job in marketing. Her performance over the last several years garnered rave reviews from both superiors and clients alike and her colleagues adored and respected her. She didnโt need to be good at golf.
My marketing game is on par, I donโt need a golf score, too. That thought drew a laugh from her and gave her the courage to go meet this golf pro, Bradley Bradshaw.
โWho names their kid Brad Brad, anyway?โ she muttered under her breath as she stepped into the lobby. Her sneakers squeaked with every step she took, giving her the feeling that everyone was staring at her, judging her.
She saw a group of men standing over by the pro shop, impeccably dressed and impossibly handsome, all three of them. One of them looked like a living Ken doll and another looked straight out of the California surf. The third reminded her of a more handsome Ricky Ricardo with his jet black hair and brown eyes. They all looked up as she passed, her eyes darting away quickly to avoid being caught, though they didnโt seem to care if they were taking their turn to ogle her as their eyes followed her inside.
She scanned the small shop, spotting another broad shouldered man, his back towards her as he arranged stock behind the counter. She approached slowly, still dreading the actual lesson but slightly less apprehensive about meeting her instructor. If he was half as attractive as the male models standing at the door sheโd have trouble paying attention, but at least sheโd have some eye candy.ย
โExcuse me,โ she called, stepping up to the counter. As the man turned, she had to suppress a gasp. His eyes drew her in immediately. Warm and dark, they reminded her of tidepools on the beach, the sand turning the ocean water a brownish shade before it washed back out to sea.ย
The depths of his enchantment deepened when her eyes landed on the soft brown mustache, something that would have been commonplace forty years ago but had fallen out of fashion - and rightfully so - yet somehow, this man pulled it off. The faded scars on his cheeks told of a deep past, something that piqued her curiosity without him ever having spoken a word. As his eyes focused on her face, his lips curled into a soft smile, making her swoon inside.
โCan I help you, miss?โ he asked. His voice was rich and velvety, wrapping her in a warmth that made her feel safe.
โIโm looking for Bradley Bradshaw? I have a lesson at 3,โ she said, controlling her voice well enough that he didnโt hear the tremble of anxiety or the breathlessness of her attraction towards him.
โYouโve found him. Itโs nice to meet you.โ He rounded the edge of the counter and extended his hand. His hand engulfed hers, calloused and warm and strong.ย
โYou say that now. But by the time our lesson is over for today you may feel differently.โ She chuckled as she let his hand go, casting her eyes down in embarrassment.
โWhyโs that?โย
โOh, Iโm terrible at anything athletic.โย
His eyebrows raised and his arms folded across his chest as he eyed her in disbelief. โI highly doubt that, sweetheart. I bet you could run circles around me.โ
โWell, running isnโt really athletic and -โ
โRunning builds stamina. Itโs important for pretty much every other sport as well asโฆother activities.โ He winked and her face flushed, her bottom lip slipping between her teeth as her eyes found anything else to look at. The whistles and cheers from the group of men were silenced with a single look before he turned his attention back to her. โLetโs head out to the driving range. See what youโve got.โ
She let him walk in front of her when an idea crossed her mind. โWhat does driving have to do with golf?โ she scoffed with a tsk. When Bradley turned around, his mouth ajar and eyebrows furrowed, it took everything in her to keep a straight face.
"You're kidding right?"
"I know about the golf carts but I mean, I drove here in a car. Shouldn't that count for something?"
Bradley scrubbed his hand down his face, folding his arms across his chest covering the sigh that escaped him with a hand over his mouth.
"I told you I'm not athletic!"
"That's not - I mean I - You -" he stammered as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, resting his hands on his hips when his gaze returned to her. When his eyes landed on her face, her eyes twinkled with mischief and her bottom lip pinched between her teeth, his jaw dropped. "You're fucking with me."
Laughter burst from her mouth, her head tipping back before she doubled over. Several long moments later, struggling to catch her breath, she wiped tears from her eyes. โThe look on your face, Bradley. It was worth everything,โ she stated through her laughter.
โWorth me dropping you as a client?โ he offered.
โOh, absolutely. I donโt even want to learn golf,โ she shrugged.ย
โSo why hire me?โ
โItโll give me an edge for a promotion,โ she sighed. โOld white men and their boys clubs. They invited me to go golfing with them this weekend at some private course and I know zip about how to play.โ
โOld white men and - you wouldnโt be talking about Mitchell, Simpson, and Caine, would you?โ
โHow did you know that?โ she questioned, her eyes narrowing.
โThey play on my dadโs course.โ
โWait, Goose is your dad?โ
โYeah, they were all in the Navy together -โ
โBefore they retired and went their separate ways and get together every couple of weeks to hang out.โ She shut her eyes and groaned. Of course that would be the case. โIโve heard their stories a thousand times. I work for Caine Technology.โ
โIn that case, Iโll let you in on a little secret,โ Bradley smirked, โhe sucks at golf. So do the other three, my dad included.โ
โThen how did you become a golf pro?โ
โSorry, that information is reserved for a second date.โ
โA second date? I wasnโt aware this was a first date,โ she flirted.
โWell, this isnโt, exactly. But I had planned on offering to buy you a drink afterwards at this great place I know that just happens to be attached to a restaurant.โ
โDid I just ruin your plans?โ
โDepends on what your answer is.โ
โAnd if my answer is yes?โ
โThen I guess you havenโt ruined my plans.โ Bradley tucked his hands in his pockets and grinned at her, a boyish smile that made his eyes light up.
โGood,โ she smirked, but her expression soon sobered and she looked very serious. โBut my plans consist of beating your dadโs friends at golf so I need you to show me everything you know.โย
โIn that case, letโs work on your short game first. None of them can putt worth a damn,โ he chuckled as he offered his arm and led her to the practice area. His track record with women had him sitting pretty in the nest as an Eagle, but with Carla, he wanted to get an ace or at least avoid the sand and land in the green.
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Orange Sunsets from the sensory prompts
Sensory Prompts AO3 (Another very old prompt in the inbox dealt with)
Another evening, another rooftop.
Another evening where Ronan had received texts that were a variant of โAre you busy?โ
Another evening where Ronan had responded (maybe a little too quickly) with, โNot really,โ
Ronan can feel the ever presentย background radiation of humanity as the late summer sunset starts to creep in.ย
This area seems to be the current darling of les riche, nouveau, vieux, aspirante. A playground of hedonism, seemingly mercurial and irreverent. And brings a glittering electric thrum to the background radiation of Los Diablos that constantly pulses through their mind.ย
But if they tune in further the thrum takes on itโs callous, paranoid and desperate and makes their brain itch if they pay too much attention.
But then, most things make their brain itch if they pay too much attention to it so thatโs nothing new.ย
โArenโt you meant to be down there?โ
Down There in this case referencing a nearby club where the thrum of the music can just be heard and it almost matches the thrum of the background radiation of humanity and itโs a little overwhelming.
But then most things are a little overwhelming, what else is new?
Ricardo shrugs, โProbably,โ
โYou look like youโre meant to be down there,โ Ronan eyes him up. Heโs dressed in a way that on the surface looks understated, โtoo cool to careโ but to those who know they know better.
โCโmon,โ He sighs playfully, โDo we have to play this game?โย
โI mean do you blame me?โ Ronan sighs, less playfully,ย โYouโre the flavour of the month, and youโre meant to be at the latest flavour of the month to create intrigue and yet-โย
โYet?โ He interupts with a raised eyebrow.
โYouโre up here with me and not with your people?โ
โMy people huh?โย
โYeah,โย
Thereโs something about that your people/my people that hangs weirdly heavy on the air now itโs been spoken but Ronan doesnโt have time to linger on that as he grins and takes a step closer and gently curls his fingers under Ronanโs jaw and thatโs enough to make their pulse kicks up.ย
He kisses them.ย
Itโs soft and tastes a little of whatever probably ridiculously expensive alcohol heโs been drinking and Ronan doesnโt even try to fight the way their body moulds to his as he pulls them in closer, a hand on the small of their back and they rest a hand on that deceptively understated shirt of his that was never intended to be touched by hands like theirs.ย
Heโs the one to break it and catches his lip as he pulls back and Ronan feels their pulse kick up even more.ย
The sunset has no business making his artfully rumpled dark hair glow like a halo.ย
โDo you really think those are my people?โย
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Guilherme Boulos Wants to Be the Brazilian Leftโs Next Big Star
The activist turned lawmaker is running for mayor of Sรฃo Paulo. Can he score a win for the left in an age of rising conservatism?
โThis young man, heโs competing in a real war here in Sรฃo Paulo,โ said Brazilโs President Luiz Inรกcio Lula da Silva, as he grabbed the arm of a sheepish, grinning Guilherme Boulos, at a May Day event in Sรฃo Paulo, and held it aloft. โNobody can defeat this kid.โ
It was a moment rich in symbolism, for both short- and long-term reasons.
In October, Boulos hopes to be elected mayor of Brazilโs biggest city, in what looks like a tight race against the incumbent Ricardo Nunes, who is backed by another former president, Jair Bolsonaro on the right.
If Boulos wins that race, he will be well-positioned to claim an even bigger prize. At age 41, and with a thick black beard, Boulos bears more than a passing resemblance to a young Lulaโand has long been seen as a possible heir apparent at the national level. But first, he will probably need to complete a transition from polarizing left-wing organizer to mainstream politician, just as Lula himself did in the early 2000s.
Continue reading.
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I just realized that what sets Netflix's Stretch Armstrong above the rest of contemporary superhero cartoons is that it gave each protagonist a rich inner and personal life, both separate from their superhero identity AND serving as their motivation to become a superhero. Compare Jake, Nathan, Ricardo, and Riya to Marvel's Spider-Man's main protagonists - Peter, Miles, Anya, Gwen, and Harry.
Out of the five MSM protags, only Peter has his personal life consistently explored. Harry's personal life is explored but only in opposition to Peter's, and once Harry's arc concludes in S1, he drops off as a protagonist entirely and becomes a supporting character in S2 & S3. While Gwen gets some personal life development in S1, it is to only forward the villain-of-the-week plotline. Once that resolves, Gwen is hardly given any real character growth except in a few key episodes with Anya. We never see her father or what her life is like outside of Horizon High. Miles and Anya both have a single episode that explores their family dynamics and THEN we only see Jefferson and (a fake!) Maria as poorly-executed villains to add drama to the last half of S3. Neither Miles or Anya organically develops without either Peter or Gwen around.
With Stretch Armstrong, each of the protagonist's family and past are explored. You get the backstory, you get familial dynamics, and you get motivations. Jake wants to be a hero to both escape the confines of the rigid expectations his father places on him AND because he feels like he can finally put all the lessons his dad taught him to use. Nathan wants to be a hero to protect his family and stay close to his friends. Ricardo wants to be a hero because he finally wants to belong somewhere - he wants community, and he wants friends that he doesn't have to leave behind. Riya's primary motivation is avenging her parents and taking down Rook before his corporate schemes go too far. And notice how all their motivations are distinct to their family dynamics and personal ambitions!
Why do Gwen, Anya, and Miles want to be heroes? We don't learn about Miles' desire to protect his neighborhood until S3! What are they motivated by? Just a desire to help? They're just naturally good people and want to make the world a better place? But why? Where does that desire come from? What do their family and community think of them - how are they motivated by those factors? MSM hardly explores that - MSM is primarily in service to the fantastical elements of Peter's life. And, when we do have time to catch up on the protags' personal lives, it is almost always Peter that has these moments. The MSM writers wanted to give Peter a team but then they never explored that team, never gave the audience to care about them other than "they're Peter's friends," while Stretch Armstrong gave Jake a team and THEN chose to develop each protagonist into their own fully-realized character. The show was about Jake but his team was not there to just serve his character and story - they each had their OWN character and OWN story. Had SAATFF been picked up for an S3, I'm almost positive Erika's personal life outside of Nathan would also have been fully explored to the point of being a main character rather than a secondary one.
IDK man, it just feels like contemporary superhero shows and comics in general can't balance the fantastical with the average, day-to-day lives of their protagonists. That's why ITSV and ATSV are so revered and stand out - because of that balance. Miles is a compelling character because he deals with and endures all these fantastical elements of his life WHILE having problems with his parents and deciding what his future will entail. Gwen is a compelling character for similar reasons. Their romance is compelling for these reasons - balancing the fantastical with the mundane - Gwen protecting Miles by keeping him away from Spider Society and all of its secrets, but still feeling jealous when Miles eyes Margo; Miles coming along with Gwen to earth-50101 to help her and then slightly panicking upon learning Gwen has been staying on another earth with a dude named Hobie.
If superhero writers have forgotten this, if they can't find that balance and explore it, then we're really in fucking trouble for years and years to come.
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One fun thing about watching a fuckton of movies all the time is I'll be watching some random old thing and slowly realize a classic movie took heavy inspiration from it. These are the ones I've stumbled across:
Hatchet for the Honeymoon (1970) -> American Psycho (2000)
Poor Little Rich Girl (1917) -> Wizard of Oz (1939)
Burnt Offerings (1976) -> The Shining (1980)
It would be cool if these older films were actually better than their famous descendants, like how books are usually better than their film adaptations, and original movies are usually better than their remakes, but this is not the case. At least for these three examples, the classics deserve the hype and the older films are elevated by the association.
It is a cool experience to identify some visual or conceptual similarity, and then see more and more similarities as you go, especially if the themes and ideas behind these images are very different. For example, the dream in PLRG is visually similar but much scarier than the dream in Wizard of Oz, because you're aware that she's in great danger from poisoning. It is a more melodramatic situation, told in a less ambiguous style (this is very much the case for all 3 originals).
I love comparing how different actors treat the same role, especially if I can get a contrarian opinion out of it (Ricardo Cortez' Sam Spade > Bogie's). It is especially striking to compare Oliver Reed to Jack Nicholson in the role of "scary dad." Nicholson is much creepier, but Reed is arguably scarier as he is so physically imposing and goes in and out of self-control. Certainly his death is scarier.
I suppose the main thing I'm trying to get my head around is this idea that classic movies are incredibly influential, but they themselves are not original sources, just better ones.
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The worldโs youngest billionaire is Livia Voigt, 19, who has a $1.1bn fortune thanks to a 3.1% stake in WEG Industries, a Brazilian electrical equipment producer co-founded by her grandfather Werner Ricardo. He died in 2016. Her older sister Dora Voigt de Assis, 26, is also on the list.
Experts at the Swiss bank UBS said: โDuring the next 20 to 30 years, over 1,000 of todayโs billionaires are likely to transfer more than $5.2tn to their heirs. How do we calculate this number? Simply by adding up the wealth of the 1,023 billionaires who are aged 70 or more today.
โLooking to the longer term, the exceptional wealth resulting from the boom in entrepreneurial activity since the 1990s has established a foundation for future generations of billionaire families.โ
All billionaires under 30 have inherited their wealth, research finds | Rich lists | The Guardian
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For that ask game, โyeah no, 'sorry' isn't going to cut it this time." And/or โitโs not your faultโ (for two different ones or whichever youโre feeling more!) open to the OC(s) of your choosing!
Sorry for taking forever on this. This was a stupidly challenging couple of prompts. I've managed to get the one for "It's not your fault" done. I'll keep working on "Sorry isn't going to cut it this time" and reblog this with the finished piece.
Pairing: Cassandra (Remus)/Ricardo
Warnings: Dysphoria, Suggestive Themes, and Puppet-Based Lies
Ricardo laughs as Remus throws popcorn at the screen. Itโs a good sound, rich and full and accompanied by a crinkle at his nose as Remus boos at the wooden actors theyโre watching. โYouโd never come up with such a good line,โ he complains. โThis movieโs writing is unrealistic.โ He stops himself from wincing as the voice comes out higher than his own, reminding him sharply that he is not himself right now. He is Cassandra. Ricardo is laughing at her, smiling at her, not him.
โHey, Iโm incredible at banter,โ Ricardo protests, lacing his words with hurt for the drama of it.
Remus shoves Ricardoโs shoulder, just enough for him to rock gently in his seat and when he leans back into Cassandra, he wraps an arm around her shoulder. โHow would I know?โ Remus huffs. A lie, but itโs bound to push Rickyโs buttons. Cassandraโs lips twist in a wry smile as Remus lines up the shot. โYou could be saying anything out there fighting villains. Itโs not like you take a mic out with you.โ He gasps, widening his eyes to complete the effect. "Is that why you don't? So no one can know how bad your one-liners are?"
He turns to face her, turning those warm brown eyes and brilliant smile that makes Remus melt every time. How long has he wondered what itโs like to have that smitten look directed at him? To know what it feels like for Ricky to want him?
Pressing his hand to his chest, Ricardo pitches his voice up incredulously. โAre you calling me a liar, Reyes?โ
It was a mistake to let him call Cassandra by her surname. Too close to his old nickname, too close to old memories, too easy to mistake her for himself. It makes Remus bold. That and the couple of beers heโs had tonight. He brushes some of Cassandraโs curls - so much like his, same color and texture but so much longer than heโs ever been able to grow his - out of her face. He raises her eyebrow imperiously, โI guess that depends on if youโre lying.โ He leans forward, knowing that it lets Cassandraโs already low cut shirt sink lower. Heโs close enough to Ricardo that he can smell the cologne he always wears around Cassandra. โAre you a good liar?โ
Ricardoโs eyes flash down to Cassandraโs chest and back up. If Remus hadnโt been looking for it, he might have missed it. Rickyโs tongue darts out to wet his lips. His pupils are a little too wide.ย Predictable as always. Ever the sucker for a pretty face and a good flirt.
โMy mouth has many talents, Iโll have you know.โ His grin is positively hungry. It makes Remus want to bite his lip, draw the hunger free from the smugness. โLying, included.โ
Remus slides Cassandraโs hand over the couch cushions and up onto Ricardoโs leg. He doesnโt take his eyes off Ricardo as he trails lazy circles across his inner thigh. He always did like to sprawl out. Leave himself open to anyone who might take advantage. People like Remus. And, by extension, like Cassandra. Ricardoโs eyes blow wide as Remus drags Cassandraโs manicured nails further up his leg. Not hard, just enough for Ricky to feel it through his trousers.
Remus doesnโt need his telepathy to see the way Rickyโs pupils blow wide. The way his lips part and his breath hitches ever so slightly. โI bet it does, Ortega,โ Cassandraโs voice makes the words into almost a purr, pushes it past the threshold of suggestive and into the realm of the obscene.
He shouldn't do this. Agreeing to a movie night was bad enough - too close to their shared past. Itโs too easy to fall into old habits, to be too comfortable. But heโs sitting closer to Ricky than he has in years, basking in the warm light of his deep brown eyes, sharing in the brilliance of his smile. So when Ricky leans in, close enough that Remus can feel the warmth of his breath, Remusโ heart skips a beat.
โCare to find out?โ Ricky smirks, like the lineโs something to be proud of.
Remus groans, but doesnโt lean away. โDios, that was corny.โ
Ricky opens his mouth, no doubt to defend himself, but Remus grabs the front of his shirt and drags him down. He tastes like popcorn butter and his terrible craft beers, but Remus doesnโt mind because heโs kissing Ricky. Heโs kissing Ricky. Heโs kissing the man heโs held a candle for as long as he can remember. Regardless of what he tastes like, it tastes like victory. Like coming home.
Rickyโs moans into his mouth and it takes all of Remusโ self-control not to melt into him. When Rickyโs hands grip his waist, he gasps, and lets Ricky slide him onto his lap without a fight. He cards his hands in Rickyโs hair, presses himself as close to Ricky as he can. He trails kisses across Rickyโs cheek, up his jaw, burying his nose in the curls behind Rickyโs ear.
He settles into the way Rickyโs touching him. Hands roaming down his sides until they slink around his hips, gripping his ass lightly. Remus sighs in contentment against Rickyโs neck before pressing open-mouthed kisses down the curve of it. Maybe heโll leave a few bruises, just to piss off the Rangersโ PR team. Give the makeup department a little extra work in the morning. Leave something of himself behind for Ricky to carry.
He smiles when he hears the stutter in Rickyโs breath. Itโs nice for the tables to turn, for him to be the one causing Rickyโs heart to race and breathe to catch. But itโs not enough. He wants more. Wants to feel Ricky want him, to hear the desperation for him. Remus grinds his hips down against Ricky, relishing in the feel of Ricky straining against his zipper.
Ricky grips him tighter, pulling him so close he can feel the rumble through Rickyโs chest as he groans, โCassandra.โ
Something hot and ragged rips through Remusโ chest, dragging a choked gasp from his throat. No, not his throat. Cassandraโs throat. He freezes, his eyes snapping open as the reality of the situation settles into his bones. The world goes quiet as Remus recenters himself, trying to shake the weight thatโs dragging him further into the choppy waters of his heart, and he can just barely make out Ricardoโs voice.
โ- ReyesโฆWhatโs wrong?โ Thereโs worry in his voice, palpable even through the five walls between it and Remusโ mind. His hands are loosening their grip on Cassandra and he draws his head back to look at her. โWas it something I did?โ
Remus shakes his head, fumbling off Ricardoโs lap. He presses his palms into his eyes. When did he start crying? He wipes away the tears furiously. โNo, it wasnโt you,โ and this time he doesnโt catch the wince at the sound of Cassandraโs voice. โI canโt do this.โ
Ricardo reaches forward for a second, but drops his hands uselessly at his side. Every part of him looks tensed as though he wants to leap up and help. But he canโt. How could he? He doesnโt even know whatโs going on. โIโm sorry.โ
Remus laughs and it comes out high and hysterical and grows even more so as he hears it. He hugs Cassandraโs arms around her body, but it just highlights the differences, just makes him feel worse. โItโs not your fault.โ And itโs not. Itโs really not. Itโs not fair to even pretend it is. Even if it would make Remus feel better. โItโs not. I promise.โ
He stumbles to his feet, nearly slamming the back of his shins into the coffee table as he does. The pain brings a little more clarity to his mind and Remus clings to it like an anchor as he forces Cassandraโs feet towards the door. โI have to go,โ he manages to choke out as he slips her heels back on.
โCas- Reyes, wait!โ And Ricardo is getting up to his feet, but Remus is already out the door. Heโd always been the faster of the two. Funny. Just another thing he and Cassandra share.
He takes the stairs two at a time, not even bothering to look back as the doorman calls out a farewell in the lobby. If Ricardo follows him, he doesnโt know. He doesnโt want to know. He doesnโt care. Remus doesnโt stop running until heโs nearly home.
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