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qqueenofhades · 5 years

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Re: the post you reblogged about Bush. I'm 21 and tbh feel like I can only vote for Bernie, can you explain if/why I shouldn't? Thanks and sorry if this is dumb or anything.

Oh boy. Okay, I’ll do my best here. Note that a) this will get long, and b) I’m old, Tired, and I‘m pretty sure my brain tried to kill me last night. Since by nature I am sure I will say something Controversial ™, if anyone reads this and feels a deep urge to inform me that I am Wrong, just… mark it down as me being Wrong and move on with your life. But also, really, you should read this and hopefully think about it. Because while I’m glad you asked this question, it feels like there’s a lot in your cohort who won’t, and that worries me. A lot.

First, not to sound utterly old-woman-in-a-rocking-chair ancient, people who came of age/are only old enough to have Obama be the first president that they really remember have no idea how good they had it. The world was falling the fuck apart in 2008 (not coincidentally, after 8 years of Bush). We came within a flicker of the permanent collapse of the global economy. The War on Terror was in full roar, the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan were at their height, we had Dick Cheney as the cartoon supervillain before we had any of Trump’s cohort, and this was before Chelsea Manning or Edward Snowden had exposed the extent of NSA/CIA intelligence-gathering/American excesses or there was any kind of public debate around the fact that we were all surveilled all the time. And the fact that a brown guy named Barack Hussein Obama was elected in this climate seems, and still seems tbh, kind of amazing. And Obama was certainly not a Perfect President ™. He had to scale back a lot of planned initiatives, he is notorious for expanding the drone strike/extrajudicial assassination program, he still subscribed to the overall principles of neoliberalism and American exceptionalism, etc etc. There is valid criticism to be made as to how the hopey-changey optimistic rhetoric stacked up against the hard realities of political office. And yet…. at this point, given what we’re seeing from the White House on a daily basis, the depth of the parallel universe/double standards is absurd.

Because here’s the thing. Obama, his entire family, and his entire administration had to be personally/ethically flawless the whole time (and they managed that – not one scandal or arrest in eight years, against the legions of Trumpistas now being convicted) because of the absolute frothing depths of Republican hatred, racial conspiracy theories, and obstruction against him. (Remember Merrick Garland and how Mitch McConnell got away with that, and now we have Gorsuch and Kavanaugh on the Supreme Court? Because I remember that). If Obama had pulled one-tenth of the shit, one-twentieth of the shit that the Trump administration does every day, he would be gone. It also meant that people who only remember Obama think he was typical for an American president, and he wasn’t. Since about… Jimmy Carter, and definitely since Ronald Reagan, the American people have gone for the Trump model a lot more than the Obama model. Whatever your opinion on his politics or character, Obama was a constitutional law professor, a community activist, a neighborhood organizer and brilliant Ivy League intellectual who used to randomly lie awake at night thinking about income inequality. Americans don’t value intellectualism in their politicians; they just don’t. They don’t like thinking that “the elites” are smarter than them. They like the folksy populist who seems fun to have a beer with, and Reagan/Bush Senior/Clinton/Bush Junior sold this persona as hard as they possibly could. As noted in said post, Bush Junior (or Shrub as the late, great Molly Ivins memorably dubbed him) was Trump Lite but from a long-established political family who could operate like an outwardly civilized human.

The point is: when you think Obama was relatively normal (which, again, he wasn’t, for any number of reasons) and not the outlier in a much larger pattern of catastrophic damage that has been accelerated since, again, the 1980s (oh Ronnie Raygun, how you lastingly fucked us!), you miss the overall context in which this, and which Trump, happened. Like most left-wingers, I don’t agree with Obama’s recent and baffling decision to insert himself into the 2020 race and warn the Democratic candidates against being too progressive or whatever he was on about. I think he was giving into the same fear that appears to be motivating the remaining chunk of Joe Biden’s support: that middle/working-class white America won’t go for anything too wild or that might sniff of Socialism, and that Uncle Joe, recalled fondly as said folksy populist and the internet’s favorite meme grandfather from his time as VP, could pick up the votes that went to Trump last time. And that by nature, no one else can.

The underlying belief is that these white voters just can’t support anything too “un-American,” and that by pushing too hard left, Democratic candidates risk handing Trump a second term. Again: I don’t agree and I think he was mistaken in saying it. But I also can’t say that Obama of all people doesn’t know exactly the strength of the political machine operating against the Democratic Party and the progressive agenda as a whole, because he ran headfirst into it for eight years. The fact that he managed to pass any of his legislative agenda, usually before the Tea Party became a thing in 2010, is because Democrats controlled the House and Senate for the first two years of his first term. He was not perfect, but it was clear that he really did care (just look up the pictures of him with kids). He installed smart, efficient, and scandal-free people to do jobs they were qualified for. He gave us Elena Kagan and Sonia Sotomayor to join RBG on the Supreme Court. All of this seems… like a dream.

That said: here we are in a place where Biden, Bernie Sanders, and Elizabeth Warren are the front-runners for the Democratic nomination (and apparently Pete Buttigieg is getting some airplay as a dark horse candidate, which… whatever). The appeal of Biden is discussed above, and he sure as hell is not my favored candidate (frankly, I wish he’d just quit). But Sanders and Warren are 85% - 95% similar in their policy platforms. The fact that Michael “50 Billion Dollar Fortune” Bloomberg started rattling his chains about running for president is because either a Sanders or Warren presidency terrifies the outrageously exploitative billionaire capitalist oligarchy that runs this country and has been allowed to proceed essentially however the fuck they like since… you guessed it, the 1980s, the era of voodoo economics, deregulation, and the free market above all. Warren just happens to be ten years younger than Sanders and female, and Sanders’ age is not insignificant. He’s 80 years old and just had a heart attack, and there’s still a year to go to the election. It’s also more than a little eye-rolling to describe him as the only progressive candidate in the race, when he’s an old white man (however much we like and approve of his policy positions). And here’s the thing, which I think is a big part of the reason why this polarized ideological purity internet leftist culture mistrusts Warren:

She may have changed her mind on things in the past.

Scary, right? I sound like I’m being facetious, but I’m not. An argument I had to read with my own two eyes on this godforsaken hellsite was that since Warren became a Democrat around the time Clinton signed Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, she sekritly hated gay people and might still be a corporate sellout, so on and etcetera. (And don’t even get me STARTED on the fact that DADT, coming a few years after the height of the AIDS crisis which was considered God’s Judgment of the Icky Gays, was the best Clinton could realistically hope to achieve, but this smacks of White Gay Syndrome anyway and that is a whole other kettle of fish.) Bernie has always demonstrably been a democratic socialist, and: good for him. I’m serious. But because there’s the chance that Warren might not have thought exactly as she does now at any point in her life, the hysterical and paranoid left-wing elements don’t trust that she might not still secretly do so. (Zomgz!) It’s the same element that’s feeding cancel culture and “wokeness.” Nobody can be allowed to have shifted or grown in their opinions or, like a functional, thoughtful, non-insane adult, changed their beliefs when presented with compelling evidence to the contrary. To the ideological hordes, any hint of uncertainty or past failure to completely toe the line is tantamount to heresy. Any evidence of any other belief except The Correct One means that this person is functionally as bad as Trump. And frankly, it’s only the Sanders supporters who, just as in 2016, are threatening to withhold their vote in the general election if their preferred candidate doesn’t win the primary, and indeed seem weirdly proud about it.

OK, boomer Bernie or Buster.

Here’s the thing, the thing, the thing: there is never going to be an American president free of the deeply toxic elements of American ideology. There just won’t be. This country has been built how it has for 250 years, and it’s not gonna change. You are never going to have, at least not in the current system, some dream candidate who gets up there and parrots the left-wing talking points and attacks American imperialism, exceptionalism, ravaging global capitalism, military and oil addiction, etc. They want to be elected as leader of a country that has deeply internalized and taken these things to heart for its entire existence, and most of them believe it to some degree themselves. So this groupthink white liberal mentality where the only acceptable candidate is this Perfect Non-Problematic robot who has only ever had one belief their entire lives and has never ever wavered in their devotion to doctrine has really gotten bad. The Democratic Party would be considered… maybe center/mild left in most other developed countries. It’s not even really left-wing by general standards, and Sanders and Warren are the only two candidates for the nomination who are even willing to go there and explicitly put out policy proposals that challenge the systematic structure of power, oppression, and exploitation of the late-stage capitalist 21st century. Warren has the billionaires fussed, and instead of backing down, she’s doubling down. That’s part of why they’re so scared of her. (And also misogyny, because the world is depressing like that.) She is going head-on after picking a fight with some of the worst people on the planet, who are actively killing the rest of us, and I don’t know about you, but I like that.

Of course: none of this will mean squat if she (or the eventual Democratic winner, who I will vote for regardless of who it is, but as you can probably tell, she’s my ride or die) don’t a) win the White House and then do as they promised on the campaign trail, and b) don’t have a Democratic House and Senate willing to have a backbone and pass the laws. Even Nancy Pelosi, much as she’s otherwise a badass, held off on opening a formal impeachment inquiry into Trump for months out of fear it would benefit him, until the Ukraine thing fell into everyone’s laps. The Democrats are really horrible at sticking together and voting the party line the way Republicans do consistently, because Democrats are big-tent people who like to think of themselves as accepting and tolerant of other views and unwilling to force their members’ hands. The Republicans have no such qualms (and indeed, judging by their enabling of Trump, have no qualms at all).

The modern American Republican party has become a vehicle for no-holds-barred power for rich white men at the expense of absolutely everything and everyone else, and if your rationale is that you can’t vote for the person opposing Donald Goddamn Trump is that you’re just not vibing with them on the language of that one policy proposal… well, I’m glad that you, White Middle Class Liberal, feel relatively safe that the consequences of that decision won’t affect you personally. Even if we’re due to be out of the Paris Climate Accords one day after the 2020 election, and the issue of climate change now has the most visibility it’s ever had after years of big-business, Republican-led efforts to deny and discredit the science, hey, Secret Corporate Shill, am I right? Can’t trust ‘er. Let’s go have a craft beer.

As has been said before: vote as far left as you want in the primary. Vote your ideology, vote whatever candidate you want, because the only way to make actual, real-world change is to do that. The huge, embedded, all-consuming and horrible system in which we operate is not just going to suddenly be run by fairy dust and happy thoughts overnight. Select candidates that reflect your values exactly, be as picky and ideologically militant as you want. That’s the time to do that! Then when it comes to the general election:

America is a two-party system. It sucks, but that’s the case. Third-party votes, or refraining from voting because “it doesn’t matter” are functionally useless at best and actively harmful at worst.

Either the Democratic candidate or Donald Trump will win the 2020 election.

There is absolutely no length that the Republican/GOP machine, and its malevolent allies elsewhere, will not go to in order to secure a Trump victory. None.

Any talk whatsoever about “progressive values” or any kind of liberal activism, coupled with a course of action that increases the possibility of a Trump victory, is hypocritical at best and actively malicious at worst.

This is why I found the Democratic response to Obama’s “don’t go too wild” comments interesting. Bernie doubled down on the fact that his plans have widespread public support, and he’s right. (Frankly, the fact that Sanders and Warren are polling at the top, and the fact that they’re politicians and would not be crafting these campaign messages if they didn’t know that they were being positively received, says plenty on its own). Warren cleverly highlighted and praised Obama’s accomplishments in office (i.e. the Affordable Care Act) and didn’t say squat about whether she agreed or disagreed with him, then went right back to campaigning about why billionaires suck. And some guy named Julian Castro basically blew Obama off and claimed that “any Democrat” could beat Trump in 2020, just by nature of existing and being non-insane.

This is very dangerous! Do not be Julian Castro!

As I said in my tags on the Bush post: everyone assumed that sensible people would vote for Kerry in 2004. Guess what happened? Yeah, he got Swift Boated. The race between Obama and McCain in 2008, even after those said nightmare years of Bush, was very close until the global crash broke it open in Obama’s favor, and Sarah Palin was an actual disqualifier for a politician being brazenly incompetent and unprepared. (Then again, she was a woman from a remote backwater state, not a billionaire businessman.) In 2012, we thought Corporate MormonBot Mitt Fuggin’ Romney was somehow the worst and most dangerous candidate the Republicans could offer. In 2016, up until Election Day itself, everyone assumed that HRC was a badly flawed candidate but would win anyway. And… we saw how that worked out. Complacency is literally deadly.

I was born when Reagan was still president. I’m just old enough to remember the efforts to impeach Clinton over forcing an intern to give him a BJ in the Oval Office (This led by the same Republicans making Donald Trump into a darling of the evangelical Christian right wing.) I’m definitely old enough to remember 9/11 and how America lost its mind after that, and I remember the Bush years. And, obviously, the contrast with Obama, the swing back toward Trump, and everything that has happened since. We can’t afford to do this again. We’re hanging by a thread as it is, and not just America, but the entire planet.

So yes. By all means, vote for Sanders in the primary. Then when November 3, 2020 rolls around, if you care about literally any of this at all, hold your nose if necessary and vote straight-ticket Democrat, from the president, to the House and Senate, to the state and local offices. I cannot put it more strongly than that.

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aliendes · 4 years

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BTS reacts to saying something hurtful and then regretting it PT.1

gifs are not mine!

From this ask: hi, i wanted to request a bts reaction to them saying something hurtful in an argument and instantly regretting it? pls i need some angst/fluff 🥺

AN: WOOO this was a long one. Thank you for the request anon! I know you said angst/fluff, but this was a lot to write lol. This was my first time writing an angsty reaction. I typically write angsty stories, but not reactions, so this was fun! This is part one, if you want a part two, comment/send an ask! I’ll write it if there is interest. THIS IS UNEDITED I’M SORRY - Taehyung’s hurted they all hurted.

Warnings: cursing, name calling, mentions of mental illnesses (schizophrenia), being mean? Just really angsty ya’ll - I’m sorry! Oh and a tiny mention of blood, but it’s nothing serious.

Word count: 4.8k~

Hearing the front door slam shut, you sit up straight in bed. Seokjin is home. You smile softly to yourself and look over at your bedside table. It’s 3:38 in the morning, way later than your boyfriend typically gets home, even during comeback promotions, and they didn’t have a comeback any time soon. Confused, you pulled the covers back and swung your legs out of bed. Walking over to your bedroom door, you slip on your house slippers and quietly open the door.

Walking down the hallway, you immediately hear rummaging in the kitchen drawers. What is going on? When you round the corner, you are met with the sight of your tall boyfriend, dark hair a mess, rifling through your junk drawer in the kitchen.

“Jin?” you asked, voice still sleepy and brow furrowed.

Seokjin whips his head in your direction, ceasing his movements in the drawer. He has dark bags under his eyes, and he looks pale, like he hasn’t slept in days. You knew this to be false, since you slept in the same bed last night. “God damnit, YN!” he roared, walking towards you. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around your body and stiffened as he neared you. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“Oh! I-I’m sorry,” you muttered, unsure of where Jin’s sudden anger was coming from, “I heard you-”

“You heard the door slam? Yeah, no shit, babe.” Jin walked up to you and was towering over you. You couldn’t decide if you thought he was mad at you or just mad in general. All you knew is that he was fuming. Jin never gets mad, so this had you all the more confused. Just as you were about to ask what was wrong, Jin stormed out of the kitchen and down the hall. You were left standing, gaping towards him, in the middle of the hallway.

It takes you a moment to get a grip on reality again, but soon after you’re stumbling down the hall back towards your bedroom. You’re feeling a little upset by Jin’s attitude, but you chalk it up to a long day at work. Not thinking too much harder about it, you decide to just get back in bed, it is nearly 4 am now.

As you walk through the bedroom door, you find all the lights on. You squint your eyes and bring your forearm up to your head to block the bright lights from hurting your eyes. Just as you reach the bed, Jin comes out of your walk-in closet.

“I’m sorry, am I inconveniencing you?” he taunts at the sight of you blocking your eyes, voice nothing like his typical calm and sweet demeanor.

At this, you decide you’ve had enough. Sitting up from your place on the bed, you spin around and face your usually loving boyfriend. “Seokjin! What is the matter with you?” you try to voice calmly, but it comes out a little more high-pitched than you would like. You throw your arms up in defeat and let them fall limply to your sides.

“Wrong with me? What do you mean, what’s wrong with me?! You’re the one who can’t seem to put things away!”

You blanch. What was he talking about? “What?”

“My fucking flash drive with all my lyrics on it!” he roars, stomping closer to you. You backup a step as he nears, making him pause and stare down at you. “You were the last one who had it, you wanted to take a look at the songs, wanted to give me ‘feedback’”, he uses air quotes, which only makes you angrier, he had asked you to give him feedback. “Now I can’t fucking find it because you can never put stuff away, you’re always so fucking messy!” he yells, taking the last few steps towards you so he’s looking down at you in an intimidating way. There is no way you’re taking this from him.

You wrap your arms around yourself again and head straight for the closet and throw on leggings and a sweatshirt.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Jin yells, following you around as you quickly change, “you just gonna leave your messes like always?”

You abruptly stop what you’re doing and send him a glare, “Jin,” you breathe, “I’m trying not to let your shit mood ruin our relationship. Let me. Fucking. Go.” You push past him, shoes in hand, and head straight for your front door. Shoving your feet into your tennis shoes, you grab your backpack and keys, and slam the front door shut on your way out.

Your boyfriend is left standing, dumbfounded, in your shared bedroom. As he looks around him, he realizes what he’s just done. He’s been so caught up in the shit storm today has been that he took it out on you for no reason. It all started this afternoon when his manager asked him for his songs and he couldn’t find the flash drive, then he couldn’t get the choreo right at practice, and he couldn’t even get dinner because of how busy their schedules were. But all of that was no excuse for how he just treated you. In his reverie, he doesn’t hear the slam of the front door.

Seokjin rushes out into the living room, hands running through his hair as he attempts to chase after you. He looks to the front door, frantically searching for you. He sees that your bag is missing and your keys are no longer on the key hook. Grabbing his jacket, he rushes out the front door, not even bothering to grab his phone or his wallet, just trying to get to you as quickly as possible before he loses you for good.

“W-what?” your bottom lip trembles as you stare at your hot headed boyfriend. Staring across from his studio from you, are his dark eyes, narrowed and focused on your retreating figure. He had just called you the one thing you didn’t think he would ever throw in your face, he was the one person you never imagined calling you that. “Y-Yoongi-”

“You heard me, YN,” he bites back, “stop acting fucking crazy.”

There it was again. That word. Crazy. He knows it’s a soft spot for you. Your mom was diagnosed with schizophrenia when you were twelve, and you had a rough childhood growing up with her. You knew it ran in the family, and you’ve been terrified of the diagnosis for years, aware that it usually occurs in your early twenties. Yoongi was well aware of this fact, too. He tells you constantly that you are not, in fact, crazy, and that you aren’t going to end up like your mother. But now, standing across from you with his arms folded over his chest, he’s now said it. Twice. And for what? Because you’ve been on his ass the last couple of days about coming home from the studio, begging him to take a break? That was his reasoning. Despite you knowing it’s not true, it still hurt you beyond belief to hear those words coming from the only person in the whole world who insists they would never call you something like that, and now he’s stooping so low because he wants to hurt you.

You back all the way up until the metal doorknob of Yoongi’s studio door is pushing into your lower back painfully. The feeling grounds you for a moment as you shake your head back and forth quickly, trying to remove the thoughts that your boyfriend has planted there. “I have to go,” you whisper, staring down at the ugly gray colored carpet.

Reaching behind you, eyes still trained on the floor, you crack open the door before turning and slipping out of it. Once the door is closed behind you, you take a second to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, closing your eyes tightly. You think you hear movement coming from the studio, but you don’t dare look back. Instead, you take off running down the hallway, unsure of where you were headed, just knowing you needed to get out of there.

On your way out of the building, you don’t notice Jungkook yelling after you, nor do you notice that you’d forgotten your bag, jacket, and phone in Yoongi’s studio. You just run.

Back in his studio, Yoongi is contemplating his life choices. Lips pressed together tightly, he sits in his comfy chair and leans his head back. He doesn’t deserve you. He deserves to burn in hell for what he just did to you. He knows it, yet he won't go after you. He knows you need time away from him.

Yoongi is startled out of his thoughts by the maknae bursting through his door, hand over his heart, panting from the exertion of running up two flights of stairs.

“Hyung,” Jungkook pants, “It’s YN, sh-she looked really upset, I-I tried to stop her but it was like she couldn’t hear me.”

“I know,” Yoongi says blankly, still staring at his computer.

Jungkook blanches, lips in a small ‘o’ as he lightly shakes his head back and forth in confusion. “What do you mean, you know?”

“I’m the reason she’s upset.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes at the back of his edler’s head, “Hyung, she looked more than ‘upset’. She looked distraught.” Jungkook was getting mad at his member, unsure why he would be okay with you looking the way you did just now.

“I’ll deal with it later, Kook,” he grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face, “leave it alone.”

“No, Yoongi,” he dropped the honorific, making Yoongi turn around in his chair to stare at his usually overly polite friend, “if you aren’t going after her, I am. Look-” he points to the coffee table, “all her shit is here. You’re really going to let her go like that?”

Yoongi glances at your stuff. Your bag, jacket, and phone are sitting right there in front of him. Shit. He sighs. “I fucked up.”

Walking into your apartment after work, you weren’t expecting to find Hoseok home. He usually doesn’t get home from work until really late at night, unless he’s off. Did you mix up the days again?

Dropping your bag by the front door, you toe off your shoes and head down the hallway towards the sound of loud music playing. When you reach Hoseok’s home studio door, you gently knock three times, before pushing it open.

Hoseok is sitting at his desk, a pair of headphones on, music programs open on his laptop. Smiling warmly, you walk over to him, placing your hands softly on his shoulders. You didn’t expect him to startle so violently, but he jumped at your touch, ripping his headphones off his head and standing up from his seated position. It all happened so quickly, it scared you and you jumped backwards, nearly tripping on the fuzzy rug behind you.

“Fuck! YN!” he roared, eyes heated and narrowed at you, “Can’t you fucking see that I’m working?!”

You took another step backwards, eyes blinking rapidly to stop the onset of tears that were threatening to fall. “I-I’m sorry Seok, I-I,”

“You what?” he asked menacingly, “You’re too dumb to notice my headphones. I’m working. Leave me alone.” Hoseok turns around, grabbing his headphones roughly and sits back down in his chair.

You swallow thickly, hot tears burning your eyes, as you take another step backward. This time, you aren’t as lucky, and your heel catches on the rug. In shock, you don’t catch yourself on the way down, falling right on your tailbone, probably bruising it. But in your state of disbelief, you don’t even feel it.

Hoseok turns around at the loud thump, only to notice you on the floor, tears streaming down your face. Instantly, he regrets everything he just said to you. He’s had a bad day at work, unable to get any lyrics down on paper, and he just took it out on you. His eyes soften, but you don’t notice, too focused on scrambling to your feet and stumbling back down the hallway towards the front door.

Hoseok stands, walking after you quickly, “YN- wait!”

But it’s too late, you’re already gone. You slipped on your heels and burst through the front door, still in your work clothes. Hoseok runs his long fingers through his hair, tugging at it in frustration, letting out a roar of anger. Could this day get any worse?

It’s been a rough week in yours and Namjoon’s household. At the start of the week, your car broke down, resulting in you having to borrow his, which resulted in him being late for practice multiple times this week. On Wednesday, there was a security breach in your company's database, making it so all employees on your floor had to work from home while they investigated. This meant you and Namjoon were spending more time together throughout the week, which normally wouldn’t be a problem, but your boyfriend has been extremely stressed about the new album that’s being released at the end of the year, and having you at home while he’s trying to write has been incredibly distracting. All of this has resulted in more petty arguments between the two of you, which seemed to come to a head tonight.

“Joon, please put your laundry in the basket,” you grumble, picking up his dirty sweats and throwing them into the hamper you shared, “I’m working from home for now and I would like it to be clean.”

“Just because your job sent you home doesn’t mean you can hang around all day and tell me what to do. We’ve been living together for two years, YN, you know I leave clothes around.”

You did know that, and you were sure that if you weren’t stuck in the house all day, it wouldn’t bother you. Much like it hasn’t for the last two years, like Namjoon said. But for whatever reason, the tension between the two of you was high. Both of you were looking for little things to fight about.

“Namjoon, please, just clean up after yourself,” you were exhausted. You didn’t want to argue with him, you just wanted to get back to your data report, but he had other ideas.

“Can’t you just shut up for once?” Namjoon sneers, looking at you through narrowed eyes, arms crossed over his chest, and leaning against the doorframe.

“Excuse me?” you bite back, turning around and glaring at your tall boyfriend, who was now walking towards you, arms still crossed.

“You heard me, YN,” he growled, “just shut up and leave me alone. You’re always nagging me, it’s fucking annoying.”

That was it. You didn’t even offer a response, instead, turning around and grabbing your laptop. Walking over to the closet, you grab a backpack and shove some clothes and your laptop inside it.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, coming towards you, “Where are you going?” His last sentence sounded a bit more panicked, the edge to his voice gone.

“What does it look like, Namjoon?” you scoffed, still stuffing things into your bag, “You literally just told me to leave you alone. No problem.” Shoving the last of your stuff into your bag, you stomp out of the room, grabbing your phone, purse and keys from the coffee table.

“YN-”

“No, Namjoon. You said to leave you alone,” you said blankly, staring up at his dark eyes, “goodbye.”

You turn on your heel and open the door, letting it slam shut behind you.

Smiling to yourself, you push the button in the elevator, watching the sleek chrome doors close in front of you. You’d just picked up Jimin’s favorite takeout and we’re bringing it up to him in the practice room. It was your weekly routine, every Thursday after your last class, you’d come and have an early dinner with him before his late practice.

Stepping off the elevator, you could hear the loud music coming from down the hall in the practice room. Smiling even brighter at the thought of seeing your sweet boyfriend, you make your way down the hallway with the warm food in your arms.

Pushing the door open with your foot, you instantly see Jimin and Hoseok dancing in the middle of the room. Deciding to not be a bother, you head to the corner and set the food down on the table, carefully taking everything out and plating it. After a few minutes, you hear the music cut off and Jimin and Hoseok talking intensely across the room. You don’t really pay attention, not one to eavesdrop, and patiently wait for your boyfriend to be done.

After a few moments of what sounded like arguing, Jimin walks over to the table, placing a hand on the small of your back and leaning over to kiss the top of your head. You smile at the gesture, but when you turn around, it’s not Jimin, but your best friend, Hoseok in his place. “Hey bub,” he whispers, leaning down to speak into your ear, “I think you should go home.”

“What do you mean? It’s Thursday…” you trail off, looking behind your bubbly best friend to see your boyfriend, sulking in the corner, arms crossed, sitting on the floor. “What happened?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hoseok says gently, smiling down at you, “I’m sure he’ll tell you later, but you know how he gets.” You nodded, because yes, you do know when he gets into these moods, he’s hard to talk to.

“Okay, just let me make sure he’s okay,” you start to walk towards your boyfriend's small frame, but a hand on your shoulder stops you.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea, bub.” Turning towards Hoseok, you smile up at him, but he doesn’t return the gesture, sending worry down your spine.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, turning back towards Jimin. You don’t see the way Hoseok winces when you walk towards the younger man and crouch down next to him.

“Jimin?” you ask sweetly, making him glance up at you before fixing his gaze on the wall.

“Please leave, YN,” he says flatly.

“I am. But, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay and to let you know that I left food-”

“You never fucking listen, YN!” Jimin screamed, standing up and making you fall back onto your butt. The force of the fall makes a loud thump on the wooden floor, making Hoseok rush over to make sure you’re okay. “I told you to leave!” You flinch as Jimin’s arms fly up in frustration.

Helping you up, Hoseok sends a pointed look at his friend, “Jimin,” he warns. Like a flip was switched, Jimin’s eyes instantly softened at the sight of you cowering in fear on the floor, your face pushed into Hoseok’s chest. Jimin realizes what he’s just done and immediately pulls his arms down to the side, horrified at himself for scaring you like that.

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbles, swallowing thickly.

Wiping tears from your wet cheeks, you allow Hoseok to stand you up straight, before you’re taking off out of the practice room and back into the elevator you came up on.

Hoseok sighs, watching your back as you fly down the hallway. When he turns to look at Jimin, the younger man realizes that if looks could kill, he’d be six feet under right now. At the realization of what he’s just done, he breaks down, knees hitting the floor, face falling into his hands. Hoseok doesn’t help him, he just walks away, in search of his broken best friend.

Taehyung lets his duffle bag slip off his shoulder and hit the floor with a muted thump. Walking further into your shared apartment, he sees your half-eaten dinner sitting in the kitchen sink, his portion packed away and on the countertop. He lets out a sigh at the sight. He knew he should’ve been home hours ago, knew he should’ve texted you to let you know, but it slipped his mind. He was so caught up at practice, he couldn’t be bothered to go and find his phone.

Taehyung has had a really long day. First thing this morning, he was yelled at by his manager about something he had posted on Weverse the night before, and then it escalated into having to talk about the lyrics for his new song that he hasn’t been able to finish. He knows he’s been walking on thin ice with the company lately, but things have been getting better, or at least he thought they were.

Walking down the hall he noticed that your bedroom light is off, which is unusual. He checked his watch, it’s only 11 pm, not that late in your book. You were usually up until 1 or 2 in the morning.

Pushing open the door, he sees your small frame curled up under the thin sheet on the bed, comforter pushed onto the floor. Upon hearing the door creak, you sit up slightly, turning towards the source of the sound.

“Taehyung?” you whisper into the darkness, not yet having fallen asleep, but incredibly exhausted from your workout earlier.

“Hey,” he responds quietly. You can hear in his voice that something is wrong, and you immediately scramble to get out of bed and over to your boyfriend.

“What’s wrong, honey?” you ask sweetly, looking at him through dark lashes. You’re so beautiful, even in your sleepy state that it almost hurts him. You’re too good for him. Always so caring and kind, even when he’s been the absolute opposite towards you. How can you always be so happy and optimistic? Even when the world is against you? He envies your positivity, and some days he wishes you would rub off on him a bit more.

“Nothing,” he grunts, shaking your hand off his arm. The look of hurt that flashes across your face hurts his heart. He knows he’s being bitter and has no reason to be, sometimes it’s just hard being around your bubbly self when he’s become so self-loathing, “Just go to sleep.”

“Tae?”

“What,” it comes out harsher than he meant it to, making you flinch, face scrunching up in confusion.

“Did I- did I do something?” you ask quietly, biting your bottom lip a little too hard, nervous for his answer.

He lets out a rough sigh, “Yeah, actually,” he starts, “why can’t you just leave me alone for once? Just because you’re always happy and in a good mood, doesn’t mean I am.”

You shake your head in confusion, “I- I know, Tae. I’m sorry if my mood upsets you-”

“Stop!” he roars, making you step back, “Just, stop, okay?! Stop apologizing, stop being so nice, stop being so fucking perfect!”

You’re so taken aback and dumbfounded, you can’t think of words to say, instead forming a small ‘o’ with your lips and sulking backwards. You attempt to make yourself as small as possible, arms wrapped around your middle, head bowed low, as he continues his barrage.

“Just because you’re the fucking poster child for positivity doesn’t mean that everyone else has to be, too! I wish you would just get mad sometimes. You aren’t normal, YN!” The moment the words leave his mouth, he knows he fucked up. He doesn’t want you to get mad, he loves your personality. It’s one of the reason he absolutely fucking adores you. He doesn’t ever want you to be mad, or sad, but yet, as you stare back at him with glassy eyes and a bloody lip from how hard you’re biting it, all he sees is sadness. “YN- I,” he starts, but you’re already running into your shared bathroom and locking the door behind you.

He rushes towards the door but is too late, feeling a gust of air blow off of it from the force of being closed. Pushing his forehead against the cold wood, he lets out another sigh. Before he even has a chance to speak, he hears your broken sobs right on the other side. You must be leaning against the door, too. His heart crumbles into pieces at the fact that he just broke you. The love of his life, his sunshine, his world.

Singing to yourself, you dance around your kitchen, prepping all the vegetables you have laid out for your dinner tonight. You were making a simple stew with vegetables and beef. It was one of Jungkook’s favorite recipes of yours and since he was off tomorrow, you wanted to surprise him with a nice cooked meal.

Entering the apartment, Jungkook instantly smelled food cooking from the kitchen. It smelled heavenly, but his sour mood from the day and the fight he had earlier with Namjoon was enough to make him not hungry for whatever it was that you were cooking.

Rounding the corner into the kitchen, he drops his keys on the marble countertop, startling you. You gasp, dropping the knife you were holding onto the cutting board, instantly pulling your hand to your chest. Turning around, you notice your boyfriend staring at you curiously.

“Fuck, YN,” he says, rushing over to you, “let me see.”

You hold your hand out to him, finger stinging in pain and eyes filling with tears at the feeling. He takes your hand carefully, looking over the superficial cut. “It’s not that deep, YN. Just get a bandaid.”

He releases your hand and you blink up at your normally kind and caring boyfriend. You could see the bags under his eyes and the exhausted look on his face, but something else was hiding just under the surface. You sniffle a couple times, fighting back the tears from cutting yourself.

“I uh - I’m making dinner,” you say, trying to change the subject, embarrassed about cutting yourself and worried that he might be mad at you, “it should be done soon.”

“I’m not hungry,” he mutters, heading to the fridge to grab a water bottle, “I’ll be in the office.”

“Kook,” you say, walking after him, “wait, are you oka-”

Before you could finish your sentence, your foot was catching on the kitchen rug, making you slip and fall forward directly into Jungkook’s back.

Turning around just in time to catch you, Jungkook picks you up and stands you back up. “Jesus, YN,” he grumbles, “how fucking clumsy can you be?”

“W-what?” you ask, clutching your still bleeding finger to your chest.

“You’re like a child, you can’t do anything on your own. You’d probably end up burning the house down if I wasn’t here.”

You were shocked. Jungkook has never spoken to you like that before. Never in the three years you’ve been together has he been this cold. Never has he made fun of your clumsiness before, always claiming he thought it was a cute quirk of yours.

Huffing a sigh, Jungkook turns back around and heads down the hall to his office. Still shell shocked, you sink to the floor, mind reeling from his words. A child? Did he really think that of you? In a daze, you don’t realize the blood dripping onto the floor, mixing with salty tears.

Once Jungkook closes the door to his office, he pushes his forehead against the frame, realizing what he’s just said. He was mad at Namjoon, not you, and he was finding reasons to take it out on you. He’s never been so cruel to you, and he instantly regrets it, wanting to find you and make it right.

Speed-walking towards the kitchen, he notices the stove top still on, vegetables boiling, but you’re nowhere to be found. He quickly shuts off the burner. Maybe there was some truth to his words. No, he shakes the thought off, now is not the time. Stepping around the kitchen counter, he steps into a small puddle of blood and water… or were those tears? Shit.

He hurries into the living room, calling your name, but you aren’t there either. Heading back down the hall to check the bedroom, he sees the front door is open and your bag is missing. Eyes screwed shut, Jungkook lets out a long sigh. He really fucked up.

#bts angst #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook angst #taehyung smut #yoongi x reader #bts reaction

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2x13: Houses of the Holy

Providence, Rhode Island

A woman sits in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and watching TV.

The lights start to flicker and the television flickers back to an evangelical preaching. Her house starts shaking and her angel statues start falling. There’s suddenly a bright light and the woman watches it in awe.

Sam Winchester, decked out in white scrubs, greets his patient, Gloria. Sam wants to talk to her about what she saw that night. Gloria tells him that she stabbed a man in the heart “because it was God’s will.” Sam wants to know if God talked to her (too busy fucking with your life, Sam) but she says no and that an angel came to her. The angel told her that the man she stabbed was guilty. She needed no other proof to do it.

Sam later finds Dean enjoying some music and magic fingers.

Dean’s on lockdown because he robbed a bank in Milwaukee. They discuss the case. It really seems that Gloria is just a religious nutjob. And Sam would agree if she wasn’t the second person in town to have murdered someone because an angel told them to. “Supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so,” Dean insists. BLESS.

They then have a very fun conversation about how unicorns don’t exist (And Truly, BLESS Andrew Dabb. This dude took this one off joke and made it reality.) In any event, Dean firmly doesn’t believe in angels. (In a far off voice I hear: This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.)

Once they stop arguing about angels, they decide to check out the victim, Carl’s place. They head to the basement to see what secrets he had hidden.

Sam finds scratch marks on the wall. On a closer inspection, he also finds a fingernail. They start digging up the dirt floor and find a skeleton.

In a lonely apartment, a man lays on his bed, drinking himself to oblivion. His lights start flickering and the room starts shaking. Suddenly there’s a bright light.

Cut to the man, Zach, walking to another house and stabbing a dude right in the gut.

Dean’s listening to the police scanner when Sam walks back to the motel room with food. He also has news that three people disappeared from the library where Carl worked. Dean has other news --the not-angel struck again.

They head out to the victim’s house and sneak inside. Sam hacks into the dude’s computer and Dean browses his catalog collection. Sam finds locked emails that turn out to be to an underage girl.

Dean is baffled by this spirit or demon they’re dealing with. Sam points out it’s like an avenging angel. Oh, Sam, if you only knew angels are dicks. Dean connects the two victims --they both go to the same church.

They meet with the priest posing as new parishioners. They discuss this whole angel crap but the priest is a believer (obv.) and talks openly with Sam about what angels are thought to be like. They look at a painting of Michael, the archangel, while the priest describes his belief that they’re “more loving, than wrathful.”

As they’re leaving, Dean notices a memorial on the steps of the church. It’s for Father Gregory, who was shot there two months prior in a carjacking. Dean thinks they’re dealing with a vengeful spirit, but Sam still humors the angel aspect of it all. Dean knows that Sam prays everyday (and I sit weeping in the corner, thinking of Purgatory.)

An angel statue begins to quake. Sam looks at it with curiosity, only to be overtaken by awe as bright light suffuses the room. He passes out.

“I saw an angel,” Sam gasps to his brother later. He reports that the angel spoke to him and told him to kill a man. The kicker is, the doomed guy on Sam’s hit list hasn’t actually committed any crime...yet. Dean’s unimpressed by Sam “Minority Report” Winchester’s insistence that he’s been chosen by the angels and God for this mission. I give Dean a high five, then methodically throw rocks through every single one of my windows as I think about the next thirteen seasons.

Their mom used to tell them every night that angels were watching over them. “She was wrong,” Dean says bitterly, “There’s no higher power. There’s no God. There’s just chaos. Violence. Random unpredictable evil that comes outta nowhere. Rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I’m gonna need to see some hard proof.” (I gallantly resist making a dirty joke about Castiel’s “hard proof.”)

Ahem. Anyway, Dean’s solid on the ghost theory. At the priest’s crypt they find wormwood growing - it’s a sign of a restless spirit. LOLLLL early seasons. Sam agrees to hold a seance.

They head out of a corner grocery a little while later, stocked with SpongeBob mats and candles for the seance, when Sam sees THE SIGN. Light glows around his mark - the guy he’s supposed to kill. While Ace of Base plays in my head, Sam makes a move to kill - er, stop - the ghost-tagged perp. Looking to forestall Sam’s murder-to-be, Dean tells Sam to run the seance and tails Sam’s suspect on his own. Dean watches the guy pick up a date, and then they’re off again.

Meanwhile, Sam’s obediently running the seance.

The priest appears in the crypt, horrified to see what looks like THE VERY DEVIL WORSHIP taking place. “I can explain,” Sam says before utterly failing to explain anything. And then light fills the room. The priest wonders if it’s an angel, but Sam sorrowfully notes that it’s only Father Gregory’s ghost.

The glowing angelic vision suddenly distills into a normal human figure. Father Gregory wonders why Sam isn’t killing his marked man. After all, he’s an angel and he commanded it! Sam glumly explains that NO, Father Gregory is just a normal ectoplasm-slinging ghost.

Dean loses the trail of the marked man, while Father Gregory explains that his kill orders are redemption for the killers and every one of his marks is guilty. “This is vengeance. This is wrong,” the older priest declares and I look VERY HARD at the rest of the show.

Meanwhile, the guy Dean was tailing parks his car in an abandoned alley and attempts to attack his date. JAB HIM IN THE EYEBALLS, LADY! Dean bashes his head in just in time and saves the date. The guy drives off and Dean follows quickly on his tail.

The old priest offers last rites to Father Gregory, who begins to flicker.

Sam watches in full puppy eyed mode as Father Gregory disappears, presumably to high five ghosts in Heaven.

Dean chases the Bad Guy through the streets until a truck pulls out in front of Bad Guy’s car. A metal pole bounces off the truck, pierces the windshield, and impales the guy right in the chest.

Later, Sam morosely packs his bag back at the motel.

For What the Fuck is this Motel Room Design Science:

Sam’s sad that there wasn’t an angel watching out for people on Earth. Dean pulls out his flask, takes a big swig, and promises to watch out for Sam. “You’re just one person,” Sam tells him. He’d hoped there was a higher power guiding their lives. One who’d grant Sam salvation.

“Knocking on Heaven’s Door” starts to play, while Dean confesses his current emotional state. He proposes that the insane way the Bad Guy died MIGHT have been God’s will. I kick Chuck right in the nuts.

Quakin’ Quotes:

Aw, dammit! That was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?

There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams and they shoot rainbows out of their ass

You’ve got faith. I’m sure it makes things easier

One of the perks of the job. We don’t need to operate on faith

Men cannot be angels

There’s so much evil in the world, Dean. I feel like I could drown in it.

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studentville-struggles · 4 years

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A Double Life

Chapter 4!

A self-indulgent Daniel Ricciardo fic.

Summary: Returning to old passions results in the start of chaos and living a double life. We say we hate chaos, but the thrill is unlike anything else.

Words: 1,709

Masterlist // Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

You may have been young but that did not mean a FIA gala wouldn’t result in a two day hangover. God bless past Rachel for booking the day after off. You couldn't actually communicate appropriately just how crap you were feeling and your film crew were loving it. They may not have been able to go into the gala with you but they did get to do a good before and after comparison. Unfortunately for you, you had to return to the lab on the second day of your hangover and your office mates were oh so giddy at calling out how deathly you looked.

Despite the severity of your hangover, you could remember a surprising amount of the night. Although, you did wake up with a mysterious number texting you and didn’t remember giving it away so that might have been a lie.

You remembered dancing with teammates new an old. You remembered collecting your award. You remember telling Lewis, Daniel looked fit as fuck. Oh shit. Damn that free wine. You remembered Lewis dragging you over to chat to Daniel and Max, disappearing as soon as you were chatting.

You remembered rolling your eyes at something Daniel said, you remembered him taking your hand to twirl you around in your dress, complimenting the style. You remembered laughing. You remembered thinking he wasn’t a dick. You remembered him walking you to your taxi. You weren’t sure, however, how accurate your memory was of the feeling of his lips on your cheek as he said goodnight.

What the hell happened and where the fuck was Lewis.

Other than the whole Daniel fiasco, the night had been possibly the best of your life. Your friends in F2 were buzzing with team mix ups and a couple of you progressing up. The people you knew in F1 were lovely and very complimentary of your season. So many people were congratulating you on your new contract that you could barely stop smiling from thinking of the season to come.

Dancing for hours on end, everyone seemed to be happy. The feeling of being overwhelmingly happy, nothing but joy and laughter, was one would could never forget.

However, despite the remaining headache to remind you of the night, you were back in reality, roasting in your lab. Happy with the explanation that you'd ‘had a big night’, your lab-mates were happy to joke and poke fun at your mis-fortune. With your office being on the 9th floor, and your lab on the 11th, it was always on the warmer side of things. You could definitely testify that a loud, warm environment was not where you wanted to be when you were hungover.

A couple of weeks after the gala you were fully into your newest off-season training programme, but with all the other drivers not having the limitations of a second job, they were feeling far more social than usual. There were more texts, more twitch streams, more fun. You were, however, in your final year of your PhD, drowning in lab work and data that needed analysing. You didn’t know if you could handle any more stress and yet life was continuously saying ‘lol sure’.

Seeing the lighter side of your friends in the driving world was nice. You couldn’t wait to have that freedom after your PhD. You loved it, you truly did. You loved science; you loved the methodical nature of it, you loved the sample preparation – no matter how much you complained about do it. It was wonderful, but you knew your heart was truly in driving and you couldn’t keep up doing both. It was slowly taking its toll, you knew that. Burn out was inevitable really.

One more year. You just had to do one more year, and a little more because let's face it you were going to run over time on this... you worked three days a week instead of five or seven.

Lewis was becoming an evermore important person to lean on and learn from. The odd weekend you spend with him when he was on his uncle duties brought you so much joy and reminded you of the need to spend time with family and friends and keep a social life.

Sitting down with Lewis, one of the rarer times you allowed your mentor times to be filmed, you sunk down into the sofa and got comfy. You may have been in a reality show but the illusion that every waking moment is filmed, is in some cases, well an illusion. You hadn’t planned anything for this meeting so you had assumed this would be a more personal one. Though you couldn’t quite have imagined just how personal.

“Heard you had a rough couple of days after the gala” You scowled at him

“You would know, you facetimed me every other hour to laugh at me.”

Lewis had found your exceptional hangover hilarious. You did not appreciate that. Although now you were no longer hungover you could definitely see the funny side of things.

The two of you sat and discussed your various plans for the off season; what family time you had planned and when you were hoping to go travelling and where. With the first race of the year being in Australia, you couldn’t wait to get out there and explore, as well as acclimatising as much as possible to give yourself the best possible start.

Somewhere deep in the back of your mind was a niggling thought, a small suggestion of ‘what if you bumped into Daniel when you were out there?’. You pushed that right back down as soon as it reared its head. There was no way you’d bump into anyway – Australlia is bloody massive! Also why Daniel? Ricciardo and yourself had only spoken a handful of times since the gala, although to conceded he was only a little bit of an arse now.

Almost as if he could read your mind, Lewis dived right into the ‘any boys’ line of questioning.

“I don’t exactly have time for a relationship right now; between the training, race prep and all my lab work I have to catch up on” You explained, a small amount of panic starting to rise as you began remembering all the work you have planned, papers your supervisor wants written.

As Lewis began shaking his head at you, a notification popped up on your phone.

“Heard you’re heading to Oz early.” Dan’s message caught you off guard. You’d only very loosely planned things with your family about travelling out. Although almost as soon as you’d finished reading a strange warm feeling was making itself known, a little lopsided smile gracing your cheeks.

“What’s got you grinning like a school girl?” Lewis asked, leaning over to try and get a glimpse of your screen.

“Nothing!” You locked your phone and tucked it under your legs, a guilty grin now facing Lewis.

Perhaps you wouldn’t have to bump into him after all.

You didn’t know what was going through your head but you didn’t like it. You couldn’t be getting warm non usual feelings for anyone that was a competitor. Friendships were good, we liked those, until you sort through weird drunk gala memories, you were not okay with the weirdness stirring within.

After heading home a couple of hours later, you lay in the darkness of your room, tucked under the safety of your sheets, finding yourself texting back the one person who might cause you trouble this next year.

Arguably the most intense and important year of your life, and what were you doing? Adding to the chaos.

You did say you lived for the drama. All you would have to do is wait for the end of the off-season and see what Australia would bring for you.

Australia brought a lot. Mostly heat, but a lot of other stuff too.

Australia was a stunning country, and having a local tour guide definitely helped. You knew how important family time was for Daniel when it was off-season, it was the worst kept season in F1. He very graciously offered to be your tour guide for the couple of days that you were spending exploring Perth.

He took you around the local spots; the best shopping, the best food, the best bars and the best beaches. You couldn’t deny that there was a definite friendship blossoming between the two of you. Things just seemed to click, it was easy now.

Getting back into the paddock was a feeling you could never describe. It was relief, excitement, joy, nerves, it was a mix of everything. It was like a switch was flipped in your mind. You could feel the buzz of being back in the car again rushing through your veins.

Although first; media.

Being your rookie season, there was a lot of attention on you and what you could produce. A lot of people were excited by your arrival back on the racing scene. Some were pissed beyond belief. Some hated the fact you were a woman in F1; how dare you take a man's seat in this sport. It was safe to say a lot of people were expecting, if not hoping, you would fail and fail fast.

Thankfully a good majority of the fans you met were lovely and put a huge grin on your face. Cheeks almost hurting from all the smiling you were doing.

your favourite interview was with Sky Sports F1, a bit more informal as you were wandering around the paddock towards the end of thursday. It was just fun. They chatted about your comeback, how you seemed to be dominating everything you tried; they chatted about your budding friendship with Max and Lando on twitch; the importance of having a mentor like Lewis. It was everything you wanted in an interview. The last question you found the best.

“How are you finding the new media world and increased interviews. Does it feel weird having all the cameras around now?” You couldn’t help but smile. You turned ever so slightly and pointed off to the side where you could see some of your production team for the tv show.

“My life is already filmed 24/7; I am very used to it.”

#studentville struggles #rachel tries to write #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fic #f1 fics #f1 fic #danny ric #in love with danny ric

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b0x · 4 years

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i hate that post that's like “we would've gotten a better trilogy if they'd just let rian johnson write all three films than playing hot potato with jj” like i get the point it's trying to make but you're forgetting that rj was fighting tooth and nail for the tlj r*ylo narrative since day 1 so you do realise we would've just gotten the same trilogy as we got now.......

further Thoughts on the trilogy as a whole and a few troc spoilers under the cut

also you KNOW that even if jj COULD have had a hand in saving it... there’s no saving a screenplay written by the guy who did the justice league films

No Comment. No Thoughts. Head Empty. everything post tfa was doomed from the start

have you SEEN the screenwriters for tfa? THAT’S why that one was so good, THAT’S why tfa succeeded as an excellent reboot of a long-dormant franchise. kasdan and arndt and jj should've been on for ALL THREE, and if they couldn’t, then a hiatus was the way to fucking go. rian never should have Touched it, never should have even Looked in its direction.

tfa had the essence of sw BECAUSE the essence of sw wrote it! tlj and tros isn’t sw!!!!

they rly just tried to make Anakin..... 2! with kylo... but somehow... even Worse. you can’t make an anakin story Without showing kylo’s motives and morals - oh, except, you Did show his motives and morals, and they were in no way redeeming whatsoever! anakin had a whole ARC of complexity that allows for endless discussion on morality and justifiability that led him to earn his redemption. all kylo had was a blood tie to han and leia, which!!!! if anything!!!!!! made his motives and morals WORSE, knowing that he had the most IDEAL most loving and perfect upbringing and he still chose the dark side. that makes any love received from han or leia or luka or even fucking rey completely insignificant because we ALREADY KNOW what it means to him. all of this shit was so worthless!!!!!!!! fuck!

and i have a lot to say about rian johnson because i Cannot for the life of me believe the guy behind BRICK (2005) was taken on for tlj, WHILE TFA WASN’T EVEN FINISHED YET. i really didn’t think this had to be said but that is just NOT how you make a Trilogy. that is how you make Three Separate Films and guess what! that is exactly what we got! and it honestly saddens me to think that the guy behind the beautiful 6 minute music video ‘oh baby’ by lcd sound system, inspired by some of his greatest work in looper (and even brick!), would then take the absolute worst of his worst and apply that to a star wars franchise that desperately needed his best. and there’s something hilarious about that too, that you have this huge sandbox FULL of belief-suspending ridiculousness and STILL somehow make it fail? make it atrocious? that takes skill. it’s like that one post that was like “you have to ACTUALLY put EFFORT into making something this bad” like it’s no longer silly mistakes or lacklustre energy, this was ACTIVE sabotage.

the fact rian Had the Understanding of the core concepts of star wars right in his hands, but somehow completely missed the entire point of them? if you look at the films he screened to his story group during the development of tlj... this handful of culturally and historically significant war films that just seem like he screened for aesthetic and reference purposes only instead of actually exploring and analysing the importance and criticism of the exonerating war propaganda and racist source materials and using these films to inspire the actual groundwork of some of the root themes of current climates and today’s culture in a sw universe... i bet big bucks on the fact that twelve o clock high was only screened to inspire the air battle on crait (red salt planet) and because of ‘VIII Bomber Command’ because ha ha hee hee tlj is episode VIII and hoo hoo hoo *you’ve been gnomed.mp4*

the general rule is this: when reading ANY report on tlj and tros and something like “the characters came first” is mentioned, just exit out the window, it’s already a botched article/thinkpiece.

i’m also thinking a lot about how arndt translated his first draft for tfa into a script for eight months and said he needed 18 more, which disney and jj said no to, so he left, and IMMEDIATELY after jj kept saying how relieved he was that the release date was delayed and gave him more time that he also needed. like.. you had your lesson then and there. did they learn from it? *disney forcing rian to write tlj at the same time as tfa was still being made* No!

i am ALSO thinking about how they had considered fincher, brad bird, jon favreau, del toro, even getting development suggestions by spielberg.......... and rian johnson is who they called up for tlj.... my head is... empty.

just give the fucking thing to taika waititi he understands the nuances of the socio-political climates of sw’s narratives built around a guise of a fun sci-fi fantasy adventure-drama. he understands. that’s literally the very definition of his style of writing and directing. Makes You Think Why The Mandalorian Is A Hit.... they already gave him 2 mandalorian episodes just give him the whole franchise i cant take it anymore.

AND NOW THEY’RE GIVING RIAN JOHNSON A WHOLE NEW TRILOGY? RIAN? RIAN JOHNSON? THEY’RE GIVING HIM A WHOLE NEW TRILOGY AFTER WHAT HAPPENED... HERE. SURE.. OKAY . ALRIGHT. IT’S HONESTLY MIND-BLOWING. THE THOUGHT PROCESS THAT GOES INTO CONSECUTIVE DECISIONS SUCH AS THIS. like i would LOVE to see footage of the board meeting for this. no sarcasm i am GENUINELY curious to hear what was said to greenlight this. i have GOT to know what post tros board meetings about this will be like.

anyway! op of that post! i will be thinking about you when the new rj trilogy drops!

what’s worse about this whole trilogy is that.. they Had it. they had it in the bag with tfa. they HAD the original idea they HAD the power to make a sw trilogy set to current climates JUST LIKE THE PREVIOUS TRILOGIES DID, cos that’s what sw is all about! what it was ALWAYS about! a space opera reflective of current times and climates. but disney turned it into a Keeping Up With The Skywalkers reality tv show that’s nothing more than a sci-fi fantasy light show and vfx flex to keep the brand alive, and personally, i think that’s ultimately one of the reasons it’s so hated and why it failed (of course rampant misogyny/sexism, racism, homophobia under the guise of geek culture within the sw community and in the production itself is a whole other discussion and is another humongous part of why it’s hated and why it failed)

and it’s why hamill had every right to criticise tlj the way he did with rotj, why boyega and isaac and ridley had Every right to their commentary on their distaste of the second and third instalments. how the only reason they’d rescind what they said was due to their contracts. how their silence was necessary to squeeze every last dollar out of consumers because god forbid a potential boycott due to their own star’s “controversial” (Correct) judgements and disapprovals

they really had it in the bag..

a female protagonist who could be a chosen one regardless of her blood and family ties, a protagonist that reflected the importance and validity of found family, and the idea that Anyone can be a “Skywalker”, a symbol of hope and a fighter for justice and goodness and love in the world, especially in the darkest of times... a young woman being just as powerful, as Chosen, as essential as Luke and Anakin were... a narrative that couldve been commentary on the necessity of women needing to do double the work, make double the effort, to earn the same spot of her counterparts. and with the second and third instalments, especially NOW, with the growth and vocalisation of the MeToo movement, the narrative of strength to speak out against abusers, to fight back and to thrive, a symbol of justice, to teach that men such as kylo who refuse consequence, who actively and soberly choose violence and manipulation for the strengthening of the self, who will ignore and deny all opportunities to better the self, to know their guilt, to make up for their actions, are the ones who are irredeemable. that people like him are not owed any time or understanding or belief in, when that belief perpetuates the violent and oppressive nature they are indefinitely attracted to and make themselves defined by.

a black hero raised by violence and refusing to be defined by it and unlocking the force within as a symbol of that strength within over encompassing goodness, to have a hero that breaks that harmful narrative stereotype that black characters have had for decades and still continue to do so, to have a voice and a hero that fights with love and kindness, that is able to find family and support in a place beyond what he believes he is allowed to have, the significance of a hero being deemed a “traitor”, a term that holds weight in the shame of seeking your own independence and identity, versus the cathartic empowerment of thriving in the independence you make for yourself in the end. a black hero that defeats his oppressors, oppressors that belong to a policing fascist regime, a faction that has always from the very beginning been a depiction of nazis, of authoritarian nationalism.

a canonical gay latino man freedom fighter, being the best in his career as a literal symbol of hope for the resistance, a literal symbol of the climates for lgbt folk in regards to resisting those same fascist nazi regimes, resisting laws against lgbt existence, lgbt employability, lgbt success. a man who grew into a legacy of heroism, surrounded by it, something that could have been powerful poignant commentary on the necessity to sacrifice lives so others like his didn’t have to, the very narrative to fight for a world that the innocents and the ones he loves could have peace in, could have a future in, could Exist in. poe fights in the skies because he knew damn well the effect of believing in someone that is human, like you, instead of a force that is bigger than anything you could ever know or believe in. poe brings humanity and realism to an otherwise fanatical universe of magic and religion and chaos of endless war that means nothing, that is based on nothing. poe is commentary on fighting a fight that you have no choice but to fight, that you are forced to fight from birth just for the very act of Existing. his humanity and realism is a significant grounding necessity for our two protagonist heroes and it is appalling that he’d just be discarded the way he was, shallowly played off as sideline comic relief, much like lgbt narratives and characters are expressed in pretty much ANY media today, so it comes as no surprise.

the three most vital narratives that should have been told in this trilogy but no of course not (disney voice) gimme my Fackin MANEY. it’s the silence of marginalised voices cleverly disguised under hollow face-value representation.

honestly, even rey being blood-related to palpatine as his granddaughter was such a strong and perfect set-up for The Narrative That Could’ve Been TM, but instead they had palpatine make it a whole weird pseudo-marriage thing that was just so. backwards and unbelievably shocking that it was in a 2019 era star wars film.

wow marriage story and the rise of skywalker really is the same movie huh

yes we wanted a grey jedi protagonist hero that gets tempted by the dark side but this was the absolute worst way that could’ve been explored. like if they were just gonna recycle old characters and old storylines and make them worse they could’ve at least looked at darth maul or asajj ventress and the nightsisters

and NO WONDER oscar looked so DEFEATED every time finnpoe was mentioned cos he fought for that shit tooth and nail and they? ? ? they gave him a funny ha ha hee hee hoo hoo straight flirt scene? ? with like his ex or something, where they imply they get back together? COMPLETELY destroying the ENTIRE narrative of his character that was so lovingly built and developed in the Official Canon Comic Series About Him ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

NO WORDS. there are NO WORDS. head EMPTY. no not even empty there's NO HEAD at all i am BEHEADED

finn had NOTHING in this film. Nothing. how are you gonna make him a joint-protag with rey and give him Nothing?

anyone with brain cells knows that what finn truly was trying to tell rey the entire film was that he was force sensitive, i will take this to my grave, and that should’ve built up to this grand reveal where they empower each other and take down palpatine and kylo as one, as the joint-protagonists they were Literally Fucking Written And Built Up To Be. they gave EVERY antagonist to REY. what was the POINT. rey had her significant clash with kylo across two films, hell, even in this one (before the Final one), tros was the penultimate film about her family, her bloodline, so her significant final battle should have been with palpatine a la rotj. the person who DESERVED to clash with and take down kylo once and for all was FINN, even a TODDLER would understand WHY.

but considering everything, i would take the thing finn was trying to tell her the entire film being that he loves her ANY DAY if it meant whatever the fuck we got instead Never Happened.

finn got made general and not only was it a blink-and-you-miss bit but it adds NOTHING, yes it’s something to celebrate and of Course he deserves it, but it holds zero significance to him as a character. like i mentioned earlier, when han was made general, that never defined him. he was still han solo and it took a Dozen other significant scenarios and twists to make him a significant and vital memorable character. han solo isn’t known for “being a general”. he’s known for being han fucking solo, a critical puzzle piece in the taking down of the empire, a scamp-turned-deeply-loyal friend and lover, a man who not only got his own personal storyline concluded to the level it deserved to be (the repercussions of his bounty hunter life, the importance of the falcon, his relationships with lando, luke, and leia, his triumph over his captors even when it was luke and leia who freed him).

side note, this was maybe the one thing that tfa screwed up, the entire point and development of the original trilogy, it sort of felt a bit moot with how they put a “twist” on han, leia and luke’s relationship, especially when it came to kylo. but i think there are some forgivable aspects to it for the sake of the new trio, and that’s why those executive decisions kind of Worked! this is, of course, for another discussion bc this is about the new trilogy.

leia IS known for being a general because part of her entire storyline revolves around it and the significance of it!!! which is why finn being made general just feels so... i don’t know! just completely disrespectful, to both him as a character, and to generals who are defined by this position (such as, hello!!!!! poe!!! poe fucking dameron!!!! a man raised by the resistance!!! a man who’s entire life and prior legacy was entirely dedicated to the resistance!!!! him being made general MEANT something). it’s like rubbing salt in the wound of the fact that finn has been discarded as the protagonist he was meant to be, the story, development and conclusion he never got, just to slap general on him and call it a day and then write about his actual development in a novel that 3/4ths of the ppl who watch the films will never read.

and that's just the core story stuff!!! do NOT get me started on the general lore proposed in this shit. i’m talking about the force ghost nonsense and the convenience of some of the timing choices (rewriting the way death works in sw, claiming that rey “didn’t really die/wasn’t really dead” since she didn’t fade which in itself completely destroys the entire plot they were going for with the resurrection scene, the timing of the fades themselves bullshitted for “dramatic cinematic purposes”), the entire palpatine storyline, the bullshit with snoke and the lack of explanation, all these one-off characters that have the lore capacity of an overwatch character when instead they could have developed the ones that already existed and had the opportunity to be fleshed out and CARED about

the FACT that HUX (hux!!!!!!!!!) had a more interesting storyline in all three films with a total screentime of maybe 10 minutes than these one-offs whose only purpose is to stroke the cock of sw nostalgia seekers and lore aficionados. to make these characters so inaccessible that to fully appreciate them, fans have to dive into hundreds of different novels and comics and games and whatnot. like if you make it so that the Only way someone can experience a character’s full essence is by reading their wiki page then you’ve failed in creating them, in writing them, in including them, in using them, in whatever them. you’ve just failed as a creator.

and the ONLY reason hux got a reaction (a barebones reaction but a reaction nonetheless) out of me was because they essentially just turned him into phasma 2 which is SO telling of the climate of this trilogy.

it’s a recycled trilogy. that’s all it is. it’s a recycled series of films where tfa’s originality was completely entirely scrapped and ignored because rian wanted to write his personal fanfiction more than he wanted to continue the story he was given, and did everything he could to insert that whenever he could, and kennedy, of course, let him, because she realised giving herself indulging content other than fifty shades and radfem articles that she could jerk off to was more important than telling a critical story where its wonder and valuable, influential morals could’ve stayed in this generation’s minds for years to come.

if you want to watch tros just watch the prequel trilogy instead you'll get the same story except actually good.

#cmon THINK #star wars -----

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Stop stoking the fires. Just stop. Please.

I genuinely can’t believe I have to write this post, it’s honestly genuinely surprising how the FNDM hasn’t changed at all from the past years and I’m just so tired of it. So tired of all the drama, the character hate, the toxicity, please just, stop this, stop this already!

Ever since Seeing Red the FNDM has been on a constant back-and-forth between shitting on certain characters while also elevating others to the highest praise, and while usually this wouldn’t be such a huge deal, it is because this has gone way past the point of tolerable but to the point of harassment and blatantly fake accusations. Obviously I’m referring to the whole Adam vs. Bumblebee fiasco that’s been stirring on the pot for far too long, and trust me, this has been going on for far too long and starting to get EXTREMELY out of hand.

Each and every single day I go to the Adam Taurus tag I see nothing but hatred and venom being spewed at Adam’s fans, calling them abusers, misogynists, scum of the Earth, abuse apologists and other far worse things, and the worst part is that NONE of the Adam fans I have spoken with have EVER excused his character. In fact they’ve all agreed he was an asshole who got what he deserved. Some agree the narrative did a good job of handling it while others disagree, and that’s good and all! We all have our different opinions, but when we as a community bundle together to single this specific group of fans who particularly enjoyed Adam’s character for whatever reason and proceed to harassment and take over the character’s tag and just fill it to the brim with hatred? Then we, as a FNDM, are doing something WRONG!

Bumblebee and Blacksun shippers are CONSTANTLY asking their tags to be kept nice and sweet with no hatred in it, so why is it so hard to ask for the same for the Adam fans? They know their character isn’t the most universally well-liked, but when you lunge all these fake accusations and branding and labeling them as something they aren’t? Things are being taken to the extreme and being taken way too far! Especially when these bullies CELEBRATE Adam’s death and shove it in their faces. Imagine if someone did the same to you, if someone went ahead and made FUN of you when your favorite character in not just RWBY but in any medium died. Would you like that? Would it feel good to be on the receiving end of that?

Adam wasn’t the best character or person. He had the POTENTIAL TO BE MORE but he wasn’t - Kerry and Miles settled on writing him that way and they did, but that excuses NO ONE to harass these FANS for believing and wanting their favorite character to be more than just the yandere ex-boyfriend trope. There are soooo many unconfirmed or just plainly false headcanons about Adam being spread about him in the tag or lies being told to new fans that just make him even far more despicable than he already was in canon: A few examples of this is I’ve seen people present their headcanons of Adam sexually assaulting Blake, stabbing her before or even that she discovered her Semblance after he physically assaulted her while they were together on the White Fang WHEN THERE’S NOT EVEN A PROPER BASIS FOR THAT!

As far as we KNOW, he only took advantage of her emotionally, which is bad enough as it is. But Adam is by far NOT the only character with these traits yet he’s the only character I see being demonized further by the FNDM. You want a long list of other characters who are abusive and very much as real as Adam is yet get absolutely no hatred for their actions? Some of which are on Chibi as well: -Cinder Fall -Roman Torchwick -Neopolitan -Hazel Rainart -Tyrian Callows -Raven Branwen -Jacques Schnee -Corsac Albain -Fennec Albain -Ilia Amitola

I could even list a few more but these are the first examples that come to that. Let’s take a look at the similarities between Adam and the other listed characters:

-Adam is the leader of a terrorist organization, the White Fang -Cinder is a member of the biggest criminal and terrorism organization EVER. -Adam killed multiple Humans and Faunus alike. -Raven is the leader of a group of bandits that casually assaults and murders settlements outside of the Kingdoms for supplies to survive. -Jacques leads the S.D.C. and is single-handedly responsible for Faunus abuse and oppression and operating outside the law for his own selfish interests. -Roman is a thief and murderer who cares only about himself and is willing to take as many lives as necessary if it means to survive. -Cinder orchestrated the Fall of Beacon which led to multiple lives from ALL the Kingdoms to end prematurely. -Adam supposedly took advantage of Blake emotionally while they were both in the White Fang and used manipulation to keep her by his side. -Cinder emotionally AND physically has assaulted, threatened and manipulated Emerald. -Raven is emotionally manipulative and tried to take advantage of Yang and make her feel inferior to her so she could maintain the illusion of power. -Adam was on a quest of obtaining power to accomplish his goals. -Cinder desired power so obsessively that she not only joined Salem but allowed herself to be turned into a Human-Grimm hybrid. -Raven’s whole shtick is about being powerful enough to lead her tribe! -Adam has an unhealthy obsession with killing Blake for betraying him. -Cinder has an even unhealthier fixation on Ruby and torturing her, wishing to see her burn to ashes in front of her, even to the point she’s still obsessed with her. -Hazel holds Ozpin accountable for something out of his power and is obsessed with murdering him over and over for his own satisfaction. -Tyrian is just straight-up psychopathic and a mass murderer who delights in killing! -Neopolitan expressed a twisted and wicked delight at the idea of extinguishing Yang’s life. -Adam stabbed and hurt Blake and cut Yang’s arm as a display of power. -Cinder killed Pyrrha and left a nasty scar on Weiss too after piercing her with a spear. -Adam groomed a young Blake into serving by his side as a soldier despite him being much older while Ghira was still part of the White Fang. -Ilia, if we’re going by the Adam Trailer, was around Adam’s same grown age while Blake was, at the oldest, 12. So even if she didn’t groom her, she still felt attraction for a minor, which is pretty bad! -Adam lied to all the Faunus and claimed he cared for them. -Fennec and Corsac did the same to the entirety of Menagerie. -Adam has tried to kill Blake multiple times. -So did Corsac, Ilia and Fennec.

All these fucking characters are based on reality! People like Tyrian are mass murderers that are still frequent! People like Hazel who form a grudge and never let go until the target of their hatred’s life is beyond miserable, people like Neopolitan who take a sick satisfaction in hurting those who are down and enjoys inflicting pain on others. Criminals like Roman who kill and steal as long as it’s for their self-interests, people like Raven and Jacques who form negligent and abusive parents that only hurt their children, people like Adam who are abusive and crave to be seen as a savior in order to retain power. People like Cinder who are not satisfied with obtaining power and using it to crush others but who won’t stop until the people they oppress cannot dare even lift a finger against them like a megalomaniac tyrant! All these characters, not just Adam have real-life counterparts that are just as frightening!

Oh and let’s not forget when Yang was about to be killed by Neopolitan was there outrage for her character? Absolutely not! As a matter of fact, most of the FNDM loved it so much they started SHIPPING these two characters together! Why?! Hell if I know! Because they’re both women I suppose and for some reason the FNDM excused Neopolitan’s behavior, but when it’s a male character the one doing the hurting then he gets demonized to all hell and back. I’ve seen absolutely zero arguments in the FNDM when it comes to women-on-women violence though. But I guess it’s because it’s empowering for the fans for some reason? I don’t know. I just know one thing.

All these fucking characters are real, and they’re terrifying! Yet they’re still in Chibi. All these female villains are dark beyond belief yet they get excused! Why, because they’re women? Because they’re pretty?! Regardless they’re all just as bad as Adam fucking Taurus yet no one says fucking anything! Why are still only the males that get demonized? Why are the fans still so toxic to others? Why has this FNDM not fucking changed since 2014?! I’m sick and tired of it. I didn’t want to write this post yet here I am doing so because this hot garbage mess of a FNDM can’t go at least a fucking day without being wild.

Respect other people. Stop accusing them of shit they’re not guilty of. Just stop. Stop stoking the fires of drama. Just get along with each other! Let people like the characters they want to like and for the love of God stop harassing each other and just be at peace!

#rwby #adam taurus #blake belladonna #cinder fall #yang xiao long #fndm

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khelinski · 4 years

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Covfefe - 2020 edition

Me: Haha. I just created a new covfefe piece!

Person. (Of all time, your Favorite President). Woman. (Weak, grab 'em by the pussy). Man. (Putin, treated unfairy). Camera. (Covfefe). TV. (Fake news).

The world whispers in my ear: You are so ten years ago in Trump time.

-Declares war against TicToc because CHI-NA and TicToc users embarrassingly trolled him.

-Declares war against mail-in voting ballots (despite him NEVER visiting a voting booth since 2004, after embarrassing himself in an Access Hollywood video (again)).

-Continues to golf while people are dying/being thrown in unmarked vehicles, and kids are STILL being held in cages near the border.

-Oh, and he proposed for the election to be postponed...which shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that actually paid attention when he 'joked' that he should be President for life.

Me: Come on, orange man. I can't keep up with you and your wannabe dictatorship.

The world: 'America, fuck yeah' mentality had it coming. But it is starting to freak us out. Could you, like, stop.

Me: We are trying.

Random whiny white Trump supporter: THANK YOU, PRESIDENT TRUMP!!!! THANK GOD YOU ARE MY PRESIDENT!!! TRUMP 2020!

President Trump on Fox News: Person. Woman. Man. Camera. TV.

Random whiny white Trump supporter: He is so smart!

Me: Fuck me!

The world: Fuck me.

K.H.; 8/3/2020.

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Riddle me this - why is it easier for some to believe that Hillary Clinton ran a sex ring operation at a pizza parlor and Tom Hanks is involved in an international pedophile operation (all debunked) than it is to believe that Donald J. Trump is sleazy (his tweets/interviews/the drivel that comes out of his mouth is obvious enough)?

I once wrote a short story about the world being sucked into a black hole in 2012. I am starting to think it actually happened.

K.H.; 7/30/2020.

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Dear Governor Ron DeSantis (or do you prefer DeathSantis?),

I am posting this video as a reminder of who you were. Were. Not are. Or are you still the buffoon that is in this video? It’s obvious why you put out a video like this during the campaign. It’s obvious which base you were aligning yourself with. And it’s been obvious that your cocky attitude toward Covid-19 (and Fox News/the current President prematurely praising you months ago) put you in the position you are in now: fucked.

You just lost your big party that was going to reside in Jacksonville in August.

All major theme parks cancelled their fall events this year.

Oh, and the realitycheck of it all – Covid-19 numbers are up. So is the death rate. Not so fun fact: death rates affect your voters, regardless if it’s your base or not. Just sayin’.

Now is the time to stop being a Donald Trump twin and actually start to lead. Listen to health experts, for one.

I know at this point, might be too late to roll back the reopening phases. But it’s never too late to mandate masks. I know, I know. The whitey-righty-tighty’s are just going to love that. They will throw tantrums, spit, swear, maybe even whip out a knife or gun because they feel their freedoms are being infringed. Afterall, this is the same America (with the same kind, considerate, empathetic group of people) that were hoarding toilet paper in their stockpile just five months ago. [America, the brave - America, the proud.] They are not exactly a bunch that will be inspired by this new way of life. But, I don’t know, if you, perhaps, possibly, maybe, lead by example – your loyal subjects, ahem, voters, will get behind you.

But – if DeathSantis has a nice ring to your legacy…continue talking out of your ass and ignoring the problem. That was what the current President was doing for a while. The realitycheck was too much for him to ignore.

K.H.; 7/24/2020.

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I do have a perfect drinking game for his ‘televised rallies,’ ahem, ‘Covid-19 briefings'…

Take two shots of disinfectant every time he says ‘tremendous,’ ‘we’re doing a great job,’ ‘we’re doing a beautiful job,’ ‘best in the world.’ Take three shots of orange koolaid laced with cheap tequila every time he says ‘CHI-NAA,’ ‘dem-a-crate,’ and ‘fake news.’ Take forty-five shots of Russian Vodka every time he praises Vladimir Putin. And take half a jar of covfefe water every time he pouts or leans as if he is constipated.

K.H.; 7/24/2020.

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I have no opinion about school's opening up now (or in the fall). I am not a teacher. And I don't have kids (at this point, I am thankful - sorry, not sorry).

But between the Trump wannabe running Florida that proclaims that if Walmart/restaurants are open, schools should be too (and like Trump, ignoring the Covid-19 numbers) & leaving out the fact that Walmart/restaurants have adjusted their operations/hours/or even closed up if Covid-19 affects their/guests well-being; and the politicians (on either side of the fence) that don't shed tears anytime a mass school shooting occurs, but demands schools to be open right this millisecond during an world-wide outbreak - that is a grim reality one has to serious think about, friends.

I would leave it to the health experts to argue whether it's too soon or wait a bit.

Donald Trump is 1/100% right about one thing. School is important. You don't want to become President someday and be unable to speak or spell coherently.

Kids around the world - don't be like the current President of the United Shates. Eat your vegetables. Don't pay someone to do your homework. Also, don't pay hookers to keep their mouth shut. Also, don't participate in locker room talk if you are being recorded (or not being recorded - just don't do it). Also, don't be a racist. Also, don't bring up history when you haven't learned anything from history. In other words, be better for our future than what is currently the standard of 'a stable genius.'

K.H.; 7/10/2020.

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The year is 2021. After Joe Biden wins the 2020 election, and Donald Trump's reluctance to leave the White House – only leaving when he was told by Sean Hannity that he needs to leave, because, you know, that’s the law, and Donald Trump only listens to Sean Hannity for Presidential advice – Sleepy Grandpa Joe is sworn in.

Just before he finishes being sworn in, Kayne West shows up, interrupts the inauguration, and says:

“Yo Joe, I’m really happy for you, I’ll let you finish, but Trump was one of the best Presidents of all time. One of the best Presidents of all time! My tacky red #MAGA hat makes me feel like Superman. And you all need to praise God – for I am the savior of saviors, the most original artist of all times and I am going to call myself P-Diddy-Tupuc-The Artist, formally known as Prince Kayne West.”

Everyone looks shocked, except Donald Trump, who has a creepy smile on his face. It’s the same facial expression he gives anytime he is around his daughter.

The end (of times).

K.H.; 7/5/2020.

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I am surprised (but not really) that the whole 'Killary/...but her emails' crowd are not in a complete and utter outrage over Russia's bounty on our soldiers. Covfefe-itis - out of sight, out of mind?

K.H.; 6/29/2020.

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I have no opinion about Splash Mountain, much like I have no opinion about Confederate flags/statues, or grocery store items being rephased.

But, I am still raw with emotion in regards to The Great Movie Ride. Just sayin'.

Seriously, I don't have much of an opinion of the matter. Though I am currently residing in central Florida, I grew up in the north - in which, from my recollection, won the civil war. I never understood the appeal/romanticizing of a flag that represented America's low-point in history. Then again, I never understood why there is still a group of people that quotes the bible in the same breath they will shout, 'Jews will not replace us.'

We, as humans, evolve (contrary to some that proclaim evolution does not exist), we keep learning. What we thought was acceptable yesterday is not acceptable today. And what is acceptable today, will not be acceptable tomorrow. That is not liberal-speak, that is fact. Just study history (also, contrary to belief - history is not being erased, for books still exist). And books (literature) of yesteryear often has a foreword or afterword, with added context/intent to explain the times in which the book was written in.

K.H.; 6/25/2020.

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*breathes in, breathes out*

Covid-19isnotahoax,it'sstillhereandkillin'lives.Don'ttakeadvicefromamanthatcan'tspellhamburgerandthinkswindmillscausescancer.

*breathes in, breathes out*

Blacklivesdomatter.Ifalllivesdidmatterassomeproclaim,whataboutthosekidsthatarestillincagesneartheborder?

*breathes in, breathes out*

PresidentTrump'sracism,arrogance,andthin orangeskinisveryclear.Justreadandlistentohisrecentinterviews,tweets.

*breathes in, breathes out*

Lifeistrulyprecious.Dothethingsyoulove.

*breathes in, breathes out*

Forthosethatneedit,*hugs*

Thatisall.

K.H.; 6/18/2020.

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A man in a white robe, sandals, and long hair walks down 16th Street. This man is dark skin, Middle Eastern, a Jew, and believes in ‘love your enemy, love your neighbor.’ The whites would see him as a threat, just by the look of him – and demand for him to be locked up, taken away, shipped out of the country. The President would label him a terrorist in a Tweet. And yet – he is the symbol of everyone that misinterprets his teachings.

Scholars would debate he even existed. Whether he existed or not, the Son of God’s complete persona has been cherry-picked to fit a person’s agenda (political or otherwise – even though, according to religious people – faith can’t be politicized, even though, it is since the dawn of religion). The hypocrisy of faith being good grows generation to generation as people rationalize evil ‘in the name of God.’ The sad, long history of genocide, rape, misogyny, racism, pedophilia is often associated with a religious fanatic, twisting words of so-called ‘faith’ into propaganda. This is nothing new. And yet, it keeps happening.

Now, imagine if you will - Jesus magically appears (poof) – as the prophecy proclaims. He doesn’t descend from the sky, but instead, walks down 16th street or Main Street or any street in this country. He is dark skin, Middle Eastern, a Jew, and believes in ‘love your enemy, love your neighbor.’ Given the prejudice that already exists in regards to skin color – do you really think the country that loves to throw ‘God and America’ on the same Made in China baseball hat, would be open arms to Jesus? They might be open to bare arms, but I don’t think they would be welcoming.

I don’t mean to offend anyone - yet, I am utterly confused why, after all this time (and years and decades and centuries), the conservative side of the fence prides itself having faith and Jesus on their side, when the very things they are against (or for) are anti-Jesus.

Of course, that is the perception of an Atheist (me). If I am completely off-base here, fine - ignore and scroll along.

But, once again - Jesus = a Middle Eastern man, who happens to be a Jew, dark skin, and believes in ‘love your enemy, love your neighbor’ walks down the street at the same time a handful of protestors are being tear-gassed so the President of the United States can lean (not stand) next to a church and have pictures flash at him as he is awkwardly holding a bible…W.W.J.D.?

K.H.; 6/6/2020.

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Once upon a time, there was no racism at all. I CAN’T BREATHE. Everyone got along with each other. I CAN’T BREATHE. There was no indifference, intolerance, and prejudices against anyone. I CAN’T BREATHE. People saw people as people. I CAN’T BREATHE. A person’s individuality was his or her self-worth, and everyone was worthy of being worthy. I CAN’T BREATHE. There were conflicting opinions about various topics, but were debated openly through philosophical discussions. I CAN’T BREATHE. Police existed to give that occasional speeding ticket, and to keep law & order in case those philosophical discussions turn hostile. I CAN’T BREATHE. I am not a racist. I CAN’T BREATHE. But. I CAN'T BREATHE. All lives matter. I CAN’T BREATHE. If only they protested peacefully. I CAN’T BREATHE. They are thugs. I CAN’T BREATHE. And I am perfect. I CAN’T BREATHE. #MAGA loves black people. I CAN’T BREATHE. The shooting starts when the looting starts. I CAN’T BREATHE. Blue lives matter. I CAN’T BREATHE. My life (only) matters. I CAN’T BREATHE. Racism doesn't exist. I CAN'T BREATHE.

"I. CAN’T. BREATHE." - George Floyd, 46.

5/31/2020.; K.H.

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Rebuttal Myself, gaslight, and #maga!

“My fellow Americans…it seems the fake news and lamestream media, excluding Fox News, which is neither fake or lame – is running a story that I, President Donald Trump, the best President there ever was and will ever be, told Americans to inject themselves with disinfectant. I never said that. I hardly knew the guy that said that. The person that said that was a day less stable and less of a genius. That person is smarter now. I, afterall, surround myself with the best people. And I consider myself the best. I know it. And you know it too. We are doing great things, amazing things, tremendous things. Numbers are up, numbers are down, highest polls in the history of polls. And the ratings - better than Obama's! I could be golfing or holding rallies or doing great trade deals with other countries that don’t screw us. I could be with my friend, Rocket Man, who is very sick right now. You fake people aren’t running stories about that. Instead, every evening, I come in here and talk to you fake people. You are fake. You are hacks. You are scum. Your reporting is mediocre. Everyday, you run a story about how President Donald Trump is doing a bad job. And I, out of everyone, know President Donald Trump is doing a good job. I talk to him everyday. I never said the things I said, and don’t mean the things I mean. You people should be ashamed of yourself – running such fake stories about the President. I mean, if another person was President like me, and did exactly what a President like me would do, I wouldn’t be running fake stories about myself. This is an unprecedented time. The Invisible Enemy of the people is with us. Not you fake people, although, you are still Enemy of the People. No – the Covfefe Virus is still with us. I called it the Chinese Virus for a while, because, that is where it came from. We are working on repercussions right now. Something severe, but not too severe. We still do trade deals with them. They’ve been screwing us for years, but they still make my 100% American Made in China Make America Great Again appeal, which is 50% off by the way, Covfefe virus discount. Now, I will take questions. But before you fake people ask your terrible questions – remember that you are scum, fake, and have no morals at all. Also remember to lower your voice, stay calm, don’t shout, don’t whisper either, don’t be fakey fake fake, and thank your President for all the hard work your hard working President does.” – The Calmer in Chief

K.H.; 4/24/2020.

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LIBERATE THOSE KIDS IN CAGES NEAR THE BORDER. LIBERATE YOUR TAX RETURNS. LIBERATE TRUTH (and save your freedom of the press - it's being under siege by you)*

*(sorry, not sorry).

K.H.; 4/17/2020.

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Phase One – Assemble and get down with the sickness.

Phase Two – Age of Apocalypse.

Phase Three – Infinity [Number of cases] War & Endgame.

Phase Four – Spin offs and delays of life.

Phase Five - ….

Phase Six – Mutants.

K.H.; 4/16/2020.

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'Cocoon 3: Covfefe and No Malarkey, Pass that Geritol!'

Plot: A 78 year old man dropped out of a brawl at the back of a hole-in-the-wall bar to win the heart of lucky Lady Liberty, leaving a 77 year old and a 73 year old in it to corrupt her, ahem, win her.

K.H.; 4/8/2020.

#covfefe #Donald Trump #america #maga

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