#//you're telling me THIS guy is the one who's painting with basically people's guts?

[r3dblccd]

God, I almost forgot how much of a cleanliness freak Yi actually is.

#about; yi #//my dude instead of hiring people to clean his bigass mansion (he only does it when he's away for a long period of time) --- #//because he's never been satisfied by any house keeper's work #//so cleans his home all by himself and even twice when he's around so he can make sure there's not a single spec of dust in there #//you want to come inside? then you'd better wash your dirtyass hands before you touch anything #//actually don't get near his home at all #//i truly feel bad for taeshik having to deal with this lil shit #//you're telling me THIS guy is the one who's painting with basically people's guts? #//while simultaneously gets disgusted at the littles of things #//I don't get him myself I really don't I hate him

[dystopia-fantasy]

Always read the job description -Part 1

Max was a fit, well built man. He had been body building since he was 14 and now In his early 40s he has the body of a god, but is slowly getting to the age when he needs to find another way to make money. He knows he can't take part in his competitions anymore, and needs to take it easy. He got great grades in school and college, proving people wrong that you can't be a nerd in a jock body.

Max had some money saved and was able to keep up on bills for a few months but needed a job to keep his large house, in the rich area of the city. He got a call from a business he applied to a couple of days ago, telling him to go in for an interview tomorrow, and if it goes well he will be sent straight on a trip for the company. He gets his new blue suit ready to be worn the next day.

The morning arrives, it's 5am, and Max wakes. He does his normal morning routine, making breakfast, working out, taking a shower, then gets his suit on ready for his early morning interview. Driving to the office building in the middle of New York, it's at least 50 stories high, and is made of mostly glass, and is one of the newest modern builds in the city.

On arrival a large man in his late 60s wearing a suit greets him, "hello sir, you must be max, Sir Mammon is on his way down to collect you, may I say what an amazing suit you have on today".

Max looks the man up and down, seeing the man's huge belly flowing out from under his dress shirt, showing a massive W shape, "thanks mate, you might want a bigger shirt" then points to his belly.

"sorry if I offended you sir, but all clothing has been chosen by Sir Mammon himself" Mammon is the big boss of the business "if you would like to make a complaint I can print you a form".

Max laughs, "No thanks, I'm gonna sit over there, tell Mammon im there".

"will do sir, have a great day" the man says while max walks away paying no more attention to him.

About 15 minutes later a young handsome slender man walks over. "Max is it?" He says behind Max.

"yes.." max says confused.

"I'm Mammon, nice to meet you" he smiles holding his hand out for a shake.

"oh hello Mammon, is wasn't expecting someone so young, no offence of course" max shaking his hand.

Mammon let's out a little laugh, with a little grin "it's ok max, people don't expect someone like me to own such a remarkable company like this one would you like to follow me, we can go up to my office, this is Mark by the way, he's my Butler". Mark is another large man aged around 50, he has a massive belly stuffed into his suit, hes huffing and puffing, like he ran a marithon, "don't mind him, most of my staff are..."

Max cuts him off "fat?"

They both laugh, "you could say that Max" the elevator arrives and they all walk in, "now max, you did read the whole advertisement correct?".

Max didn't, it's was 48 pages long, who would read it all? He just looked at the wage he would get, it started at $100,000 per month. "Yes, I did".

"that's good, most guys are more keen to keep their body's but I guess if your struggling you'll do anything."

Max now confused just nod's and watches though the glass elevator as they fly up to the top floor.

"where here sir" Mark the butler says peacefully in his British accent.

They walk into the room, and Mammon sits at his desk pouring himself a glass of wisky, and Max one too. Max looks around in aww, the room was covered in art work, with the walls painted in golds and whites and had its own bar. "How do you have all this money?" Max asked.

"a mix of many things, this company, and a few investments paid for this whole building, I have many other ways but we're not here for that." Mammon points at the seat," take a seat max" Max sits the chair is made from leather and is very comfy. "So, max, I've gone through your file, I think you're perfect for the job."

"so, does that mean I have the job?" Max replies confused, expecting to be asked a question.

"well yes, if you agree to the terms"

"terms?" Max still confused.

"well yes, you expect to be paid 10times the amount the normal person for this job without any terms or conditions?"

"well I didn't know.." Max gets cut off.

"Max let me simplify them for you. You sacrifice your body to the company, and in trade you get, $100k X the amount you weigh paid into your account per month, So if you weigh 450lbs, you get $450k a month."

"what the fuck? That's sick, I'm not doing that, I'm leaving" and with that Max got up from the chair and stood face to face with Mammon, with the desk all that is separating them. "Your sick, you fa**ot".

With that Mammon's eyes glow a bright red. "I'm a what?" Max got through back against the chair by an invisible force. "Max you could have just left with your freedom, but now look what you've gotten yourself into".

"Let me go, What the fuck?" Max says while traped against that chair, it chreeking with the force of his muscle.

"I'm a fucking demon max, I'm never going to 'let you go'" he took a second break to mock max, "now, what did you say? Fa**ot, was it?".

"fuck, I didn't mean it" the force pins him down harder, trapping his arms against the leather chair arms, and pushing his legs against the underboard. "Please let me go home, I won't do it again."

"shut up max, the process is already starting".

Max looks down to see his body deflating, his pecs turning from mountain peaks to a flat surface, his giant powerful arms turning weak and light. And then looking up he sees a whole new man infront of him.

"Not as big as I thought I would get, but boy I'm big" he took a break to admire his new giant arms and pecs.

"what the?" Max looks in confusion, "how did you do that? Give me them back".

"what are you gonna do max? I'm an infinitely powerful being and you, your an old man, or at least your going to be."

"I'm only 42, what do you mean, going to be?"

"you see I don't have my infinite life span on earth, so to stay alive and in this fit body, I absorb anything a guy has and I want. In your case, these massive muscles, but then I need to absorb their life force as well, in order to make sure I don't age."

"what do you mean life force?"

"well, you have roughly 50 years, worth of life left, I'll drain about 20 years leaving you in your future crippled body at around age 60, force you to work for the company for another 20 years, then when your 80 drain the rest of your life, which after you get fat won't be much, then you got to hell."

"man your sick, let me go, LET ME GO!".

A bright red light shoots from Peters hand enveloping Max's whole body, and he starts to age, his face wrinkling, skin dropping, eye sight worsening, hearing getting muffled, and mind changing a little. "Max, you ok old man?".

"yes sir" max was confused in his mind, why did he say sir?

"max, you ready for your Cruise? You can have tones of food for the next 6 months."

"Yes sir, I'm ready" max lifts his head, opening his eyes to see a new blurry room from his new old eyes.

"you're gonna need these from now on" Peters eyes glow and a new pair of glasses appear on Max's face he can now see clear.

"thank you... Sir", max blinks seeing Peter infront of him, "what have you, done to me".

"Max, I've turned you into the perfect office worker, old, brainiac, who is soon going to get fat and live the rest of his life, in an office chair for me, don't worry for accomodation you live here now, we have apartments on floor 30 to 40, all workers live here, it's policy, we have also sent a team to your house to, well, blow it up, that way nobody is going to be looking for you, becuase we can plant a body"

"give me... My.... Body back, give me... My.. life back."

"Max we both know that will never happen, now enjoy a life of gluttony, and prepare yourself for hell, that's gonna be worse then anything I can do to you." Peter snaped his fingers and a red glow enveloped max.

Recovering from the glow max sees two men infront of him with a trolly of sorts between them. "Is he awake" one says,

"I don't know" said the other.

"im- awake" max said in a much older raspy voice.

"good we can now start the feeding" the man on the left said, his body as muscled as a god, ripped from head to toe, and we can see everything.

Max rubs his eyes under his glasses and opens them again, "Fucking hell, put some clothes on both of you".

Both men where nude, one a ripped god, another muscled up but with a big gut. "Clothes are banned here mate" the beefy man said in a type of Australia accent, "you cant say much fella, look at that tiny pecker".

The men laughed pointing at Max's shriveled up old cock and low hanging balls, "what the fuck"max tries to move his arm to cover him but his arm doesn't move, he looks down to see him stuck in a chair, with a cut out hole under his ass, and straps tying him down, trapping him. "What... Are you gonna do to me?" Max asked sceared.

The men laughed at him again, "no need to act to sceared, we're here to feed you for the next 6 months".

"but... Sir said..." Max get cut off.

"he said you'd be going on a cruise? Fucking hell are you dumb? He's a demon, you shouldn't trust a demon" The muscled guy says.

"bro let's start the feeding we have 50 other guys to see and I wanna watch football Tonight." The beefy guys says, and in unison both their eyes glowed a bright red, showing they where demons too.

The trolly between them had several items on top, one long tube, which floated in the air for a few moments before shoving itself down maxes nostril and deep into his stomach, his head flipped back trying to wriggle it out, but it was stuck. Another item moved into his frame, a IV bag holder, holding a giant barrel type object made of glass, and two large bags floated of the table again and started to drain into the barrel, and the tube connected itself to it, starting a flow of the liquid into maxes stomach.

"done" the beffy guy said. "Now we'll be back tomorrow to refill your barrel, and clean you up if you make a mess, but youll basically be unconscious for the next 6 months, due to the drugs were feeding you."

"so enjoy your sleep mate, you'll litterally wake up a different man." The two men laughed and walked out, max tried fighting the restraints but in his crippled form could do nothing. The door slammed and locked, and the room fell dark, max screamed begging into the darkness to be let free, and to have his life back, which he had only an hour before, but nothing happened, nobody came. He felt the drugs taking effect, but tried to fight back, but it was useless, his body slumped and loosened. His mind fell blank as he drifted of into his 6 month hibernation.

[ettadunham]

A Buffy rewatch 4x09 Something Blue

aka daa-ba-da-dee-ba-da-baa da-ba-da-dee-dabah

Welcome to this dailyish text post series where I will rewatch an episode of Buffy and go on an impromptu rant about it for an hour. Is it about one hyperspecific thing or twenty observations? 10 or 3k words? You don’t know! I don’t know!!! In this house we don’t know things.

And today’s episode is just 45 minutes of season 6 foreshadowing I guess. Let’s help Riley picking up the clues for that puzzle, cause he sure ain’t solving Buffy.

Listen, I’m too old for the Buffy/Riley relationship. That’s what I landed on. He’s the boyfriend you might think you want in college - and half the time he really is genuinely sweet, but years later you also remember how super patronizing he’s been all along.

I don’t want to be too harsh to Riley though. There’s major baggage attached to all of Buffy’s boyfriends (+ Faith), and he’s mostly alright, I’d just prefer if we did more subversion with him. Painting him as the nice perfect guy contrasting what Buffy considers her “Bad Boy” syndrome is a no win for everyone.

Maybe it’s the 29-year-old in me, but I’m also not a fan of the “women are a mystery” narrative either. It mostly just reads as “I don’t know enough women and / or lack the basic empathy skills to understand that they’re people like me”.

Anyway, back to Dark Willow Jr.

Even though Oz left back in 4x06, this is the episode where we’re truly exploring Willow’s grief about it. And it’s not nice. Willow definitely has trouble dealing with her emotions, especially when it comes to pain.

Here, we’re even seeing her trying to drown her sorrows by drinking… Light Beer? Which is kind of hilariously overreacted, but I understand that it’s more about the idea behind it, and of Willow trying to dull her emotions with substance abuse, than what they’re actually showing us.

But it’s not enough. (I mean, it’s one lousy Light Beer, what did we expect?)

Willow:  I just can't stand feeling this way. I want it to be over. Buffy:  It will. I promise. But it's gonna take time. Willow:  Well, that's not good enough. Buffy:  I know. It's just how it is. You have to go through the pain. Willow:  Well, isn't there someway I can just make it go away? Just ‘cause I say so? Can't I just make it go ‘poof'?

This single exchange tells so much about Willow’s character. I want to pin it, so I can go back to it for every future Willow analysis.

Willow doesn’t want to go through the pain. She wants to be free of it. We also see her being super snippy with her friends, in a way trying to redirect what she’s feeling onto them.

And maybe she’s also picking up a bit on their frustration, which we hear them express at one point; but to their credits, Buffy and Xander are both trying to be as patient and supportive as possible. And that’s not always easy.

Xander: We all have pain, Will. Willow: Oh, like what?  "Oh, poor me.. I live in a basement." Yeah, that's dire.

Giles is… less understanding as he’s confronting Willow about not showing up to their appointment though. His behaviour here shows that as much as we’re thinking of Giles as a dad figure, he’s mostly just that for Buffy. He generally has less patience when it comes to the rest of the Scoobies.

Also, he’s been having Spike in his bathtub for who knows how long now, so he deserves to be cut some slack here.

Willow’s talk with Buffy after that however, is full of juicy foreshadowing. Let me show you what I mean.

Buffy: Giles just worries. Spells can be dangerous. It doesn't mean he thinks you're a bad witch. Willow: I am a bad witch.

And then…

Willow: If I had any real power, I could have made Oz stay with me. Buffy: Will, you wouldn't have wanted him to have stayed— Willow: And I didn't have the guts to do the spell on Veruca.

Yikes. Imagine if she had the power to make someone she loved stay with her. And was in enough pain to take full revenge on the people responsible for taking them away from her. Imagine that.

It’s interesting going back to this episode and trying to analyze what pain does to Willow. She’s always a bit needy, and has a curiosity for power, but she’s usually tempered by empathy and an understanding where her own feelings come from. Here however, understanding why she’s feeling the way she does, doesn’t make things better.

Even if Willow understands that she’s lashing out at her friends due to her sadness about Oz, she’s just tired. She just wants it all to stop.

So she turns to magic, because of course she does. And it backfires, because of course it does.

In that sense, Something Blue shares the most DNA with Tabula Rasa - another episode that’s mostly remembered for its fun moments, but the plot happens because Willow is trying to solve her relationship issues with magic. (”Now with more yikes.” - a Tabula Rasa ad, probably.)

We’re even joking about it here:

Buffy: We may be into a forgetting spell later.

See? It’s foreshadowing palooza.

There’s of course also the Spike/Buffy relationship which we’re seeing happen for the first time. I also want to circle back to one of Buffy’s early lines in the episode.

Buffy: But I can't help thinking — isn't that where the fire comes from? Can a nice, safe relationship be that intense? I know it's nuts, but.. part of me believes that real love and passion have to go hand in hand with pain and fighting. I wonder where I get that from.

Well, I don’t know, Buffy. It certainly sounds like the same bullshit Spike was on in Lovers Walk about how lovers can’t be friends. And I already mentioned how I kind of hate that we’re painting Riley as the antithesis for that kind of romance, when there are much better examples for sort-of-functioning-not-at-each-others-throats couples on this show. (Expect me to circle back to the whole exes can’t be friends theme with New Moon Rising too once I get to it.)

Another detail in this episode is Spike commenting on Willow being miserable, while the rest of the gang are talking about how she’s ‘dealing well’. It’s one of the many examples proving Spike as highly observant, which is a cool part of his character… But I also feel like it sometimes leads to fallacies (which I personally consider his speech in Lovers Walk to be).

Spike notices things, and he voices those observations, but that doesn’t mean that what he says is true. One should always remember that Spike is still dressing up those truths in his own perspective. For instance, take last episode, where Spike made a speech about how they should stop debating the whole Native American spirit debacle. There was certainly truth to what he said, but it also seemed to simplify the entire conversation around the issue, not just in their specific circumstances.

In any case, Something Blue is insanely fun, even if I spent all this rant fixating on its most depressing implications.

You should probably expect the same kind of treatment for Tabula Rasa, once that’s on the table. (“I don’t think this is gonna work.”) We’re here to do a Buffy rewatch, not to have fun.

#buffy rewatch 2k19 #btvs talk #btvs