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t-0ne25 · 4 months

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“I can see the sun light up the sky.” — Option B2.1: Yellow Topaz

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

It’s been about a week since Red Lights ended. You haven’t done much since then except for contacting a bunch of law firms and wearing the yellow topaz necklace you bought. You’ve done your best to not spend too much time with anyone from the show—which worked semi-good for Hyunjin and you.

However, there is someone that hasn’t left your mind since then. Maybe, he even was one of the reasons why you quit in the first place. Both because he encouraged you to search for a lawyer but also because you realised you should have given him more chances.

Unfortunately, you don’t have any of Felix’s contact details. The only person you could ask is Jisung but this would be weird on so many levels, right?

So, as pathetic as you are, you created an account again on that stupid dating website, hoping to find the boy with the freckles there.

On the first day, you get bombarded with dick pics from disgusting guys. On the second day, you are close to giving up. But on the third day, you finally see Felix’s profile. You check approximately two hundred times that you swipe to the right direction, now patiently waiting for him to match and message you.

Some hours pass by, you’re already becoming hopeless, until you receive a text from Mr sunshine personified.

[Felix 17:29]: lol what are you doin here?

You get that he must be surprised to see you here. However, this doesn’t hold you back from replying.

[You 17:31]: looking for you perhaps

You wish you could see his face right now, although you probably wouldn’t get anything but a scoff from him in this situation.

[Felix 17:32]: stop messing with me

[You 17:33]: I am not. I’m just a coward who didn’t know how to approach you instead and it was a little too embarrassing to ask Jisung for your number

You’re getting a little nervous, wondering if it’s weird to text him like this—or at all. It definitely is. But you wanted to be bold this time.

[Felix 17:33]: did he tell you about him and I?

[You 17:33]: Yeah but no issue with that sunshine

[You 17:34]: so can I take you on a date?

He blushes once when reading the nickname. He blushes again when he sees the second message.

[Felix 17:36]: what about the winner of red lights? did you break up?

You start typing, contemplating how to explain the circumstances to him.

[You 17:37]: there was no winner, i quit the show. mostly because of you.

Felix’s eyes widen, even though you can’t see him right now. He wonders if you're hinting at what he said about suing Han Productions or if this is about him and you.

[Felix 17:39]: ?????

[Felix 17:40]: WHAT

You chuckle, finding him once again so adorable.

[You 17:41]: yeah so will you let me pick you up and take you on a date?

Felix stumbles out of his bed, sprinting to his wardrobe.

[Felix 17:42]: I’m already getting ready, ma’am

💻

You take Felix out for dinner, although he emphasises that he will insist on paying right after greeting you. Despite you throwing him out the show, it doesn’t feel awkward in the slightest. You don't know each other that well but have always shared that intense connection with one another.

“The food is great,” Felix says and you agree. You spend a few hours inside the restaurant, enjoying a five course meal. Talking to him feels natural, too. For the time being with him you forget about being an introvert. He makes jokes, asks you deep questions, tells you a lot about his childhood and family.

Once he paid for both of you—despite your protest since you were the one to ask him out—you decide to take a walk through Yeouido Hangang Park, looking at the beautiful view of the night sky. You can even see a few stars up there and you soon realise how much they remind you of Felix’s freckles.

His fingers are intertwined with yours, as you keep wandering around with him, catching a glimpse of the river at night.

“So, you really left the show to pick me in the end, huh?” Felix teases you.

You squeeze his hand tighter, “Yeah, sorry for the inconvenience. I had wished the show would have given us more moments together. Then the decision would have been easier although I’ve secretly known all along.”

He agrees with you. Felix is so happy that you reached out to him. His heart broke when you voted him out of Red Lights before even getting enough time together with you. But this doesn’t matter anymore. You’re here with him now. Ready to fall in love, ready to see where things lead to.

“Maybe that’s a sign that we shouldn’t rush things… I’d love to take you out again, spend more time with you,” Felix tells you with a soft smile.

“Me, too. Absolutely. But we can take things slowly, for sure,” you say.

“Yeah of course, we will take things slowly, yeah.”

Half an hour later you find yourself inside Felix’s bedroom, ripping layer after layer of his clothings off his body. He sinks down on his bed, as you start straddling his thighs, just like you did that night in February. It arouses you even more when you think of the fact that the man underneath you is by now bare naked, while you’re still fully clothed.

You dive in for a kiss, feeling his lips pressed against yours. Felix lets out a whimper, before he slips his tongue inside, exploring your mouth. You start with small movements, your covered crotch rubbing against his hardening dick. You feel yourself getter wetter, your own juices soaking through the underwear as well as Felix’s precum drenching the fabric, too.

“Fuck taking things slowly– I can’t get enough of you.”

Felix grunts, when you drop to your knees, now on the bedroom floor, as you look up at him. The palm of his hand finds your head, playing a little with your hair.

“Let me make you feel good, sunshine,” you say, before circling your hand around the base of his cock that is already rock hard, just for you. Giving him a few strokes, you make sure to keep your gaze fixated on his, watching him lose the last piece of his sanity thanks to you.

A string of saliva lands on his dick, before you bring your tongue into play, smearing it over his tip and shaft. You guide your head down next, starting to bob up and down, when you take him all in. He feels so good inside your warm mouth. Felix lets out moan after moan, when he’s inside of you and you're glad to listen to the sweet melody.

“You’re such a good boy, Lix,” you whisper, when you let go of him for a few seconds.

You get back to business, his hand still guiding you the way he enjoys. Feeling him twitching, you continue your movements, until you sense him reach his high. You encourage Felix by looking up at him, nodding, and squeezing his thigh a little.

Hot white ropes of cum hit your throat, as your mouth milks him empty, squeezes even the last drop out of him. You let go of his cock, once he’s come down again. Felix helps you up, before he passionately kisses you. The next thing you feel is your dress getting pulled over your head, leaving you in your lingerie.

All of a sudden, he grabs you by the waist and your back hits the mattress. Felix is hovering above you, aligning his mouth with your ear, as you hear him whisper, “How about we see how much of a good girl you can be, hm?”

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#RL options — 💻#option B2.1: yellow topaz 💛

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gothicprep · 1 year

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This post I like a lot showed up on Facebook’s memory feature and I’d like to share it here:

Two things:

1) This meme is hilarious and I love it.

2) Thinking about how the "Disney-fication" of fairy tales has heavily altered how we perceive them. Disney's business model has basically been predicated on finding an existing story, sanitizing it to make it as cute and wholesome as possible to maximize your potential audience, and diving into the profits like Scrooge McDuck. And, like, cuteness is fine. I tend to think of Disney's adaptations of fairy tales completely separate entities from their source material because the themes and artistic intentions are so divergent. If a fairy tale is a grapefruit, Disney's version of it is a pamplemousse La Croix. You get the idea.

Like, an example you could easily point to here is Pinocchio. The original Collodi story isn't exactly heartwarming (Spoiler alert for a book published in the 19th century: Pinocchio is a puppet who runs around town being a dick and he gets lynched at the end). It was meant as a tongue-and-cheek "be good or suffer for it" sort of cautionary tale. Hans Christian Anderson's Little Mermaid has dark and religious overtones that are also got left on the cutting room floor. Disney's version has a very "love conquers all" message about it. Anderson didn't agree with this, like, at all. The story comes by love as suffering and sacrifice. Anderson's mermaid doesn't just exchange her voice for legs, she endures the pain of being stabbed every time she takes a step, and in this version, her love is unrequited. Her despair isn't necessarily rooted in her not being human, it's because she doesn't have a soul because of this and won't be able to see her prince in heaven. The ending is the mermaid giving up her life in a Christ-like sacrifice to save the prince, and she's rewarded by being turned into a benevolent spirit who can attain a soul if she spends the next several centuries helping mankind.

Oh, and Collodi's grandson actually sued Disney because he was so mad about how unfaithful the Pinocchio adaptation was. "Moral copyright infringement." Gasp. Drama.

They seem kind of repulsive given our sanitized children's media diet, but gothic tones like these are pretty standard in old folklore. Fairy tales are layered and pretty dark sometimes, but this is a means of giving children a symbolic template for understanding the world. Research at a children's cancer clinic found that fairy tales served as a helpful tool for children to cope with their stressors and anxieties. The darkness of fairy tales can actually offer a light to children confronting adversity. But the cultural treatment we give to fairy tales no, post-Disney, strips them of their complexity

A psychologist named Susan Darker-Smith found that young girls who identified with Cinderella or Belle were more likely to end up in abusive relationships as adults, through her work interviewing domestic abuse survivors. Interpret this however you'd like.

I'm not trying to cancel Disney here or anything. These stories are, like, fine in a vacuum. But it's crazy how much the Mouse Behemoth has altered our perception of folklore because, like, let's be honest, those stories aren't giving children tools to navigate real life problems. Which was, um, the original point of children's folklore. Preparing kids for the darker aspects of adulthood in a consumable way. And there's a lot of inertia here – when Disney released films in the 70s-80s with darker tones, like The Black Cauldron, they were spectacular box office failures. The "Disney Renaissance" was basically a massive course correction back into the blanched and saccharine.

It's really something. Anyway, I hope das kinder are having fun with Hodenverstümmelung. They're better off for it.

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justrandomfanfictionskh · 1 year

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A Blue Bird and a Black Cat pt 7

(Selina decides that Marinette would be better as the Cat than Adrien. Five years, later Dick is very confused about this Lady Noire)

ao3 Beginning Previous

Marinette stepped out of Kaalki’s portal into a wide courtyard hidden in the Himalayas, and dropped her transformation. The first thing that she noticed was that it was high noon and springtime, so small determined wildflowers peaked out of the ground, watered by the snow melting off of the shingled tops of the walls. The acolytes were out in full force cleaning, gardening, and training. And the sky was such a clear crystalline blue that it stole Marinette's breath away, especially when compared to the often bleak and monotonous sky of Gotham.

Marinette let the now too familiar sounds and scents of practiced drills, mountain air, chiming bells, and distant chanting wash over her like the calming orchestra it was, and she was pleased to find that the faint smell of stew cooking lingered on the wind coming from the kitchens. She smiled. It was almost like coming home…almost.

“Grand Guardian,” a voice called. And Marinette opened her eyes. She was currently standing on a platform at the north corner of the Eastern Courtyard, right beside the grand grate that was the main entrance to the temple. It was set aside specifically for Kaalki’s use, and her symbol was inlaid with white and brown stones on the top. Bellow her, standing at the base of the alter-like platform, stood the seventeen Master Guardians of the Miraculous. Seventeen, old, powerful, dangerous monks and warriors dedicated to keeping the Miraculous and their users safe and accountable for their actions. One for each of the Miraculous of the Miracle Box whose colors they wore, minus the Ladybug and the Black Cat.

Upon seeing their stern and aged faces, Marinette took a deep breath and put on her mask. She was now the Grand Guardian of the Miraculous. As fierce and as stubborn as any of them. Ready to learn but unwilling to be put down. Her posture straightened, and she gripped her elbows behind her back in a stance that mimicked theirs. The steel spine that she had earned through years of hard-won experience and leadership was now on full display and radiated off of her in waves of power and danger. Ladybug tempered the edge with sincerity. Lady Noire disguised it with mischieviousness. Marinette hid it completely with softness. But the Guardian used it like a club, and even the Masters straightened a little in her presence.

The Guardian came down from the platform like a general descending among their men, and the Masters fell in behind her, arranging themselves in the order of the Miraculous they aligned with. First came the main five, branching off to the sides in a reverse V formation. And behind them were the twelve of the zodiac, arranged according to the current year in a second V formation nestled in the first. Since it was the year of the Dragon, Su-Han was close, which the Guardian was very thankful for. She had a feeling that she would need her old friend more than ever before the day was out.

As they passed everyone, acolytes, monks, and masters alike all stopped to stare at the procession entering the main temple. And the relaxed air of normalcy that usually wafted through the colorful and spacious halls became tense with anticipation. Especially when they stopped so that an attendant could present the Guardian with her robe.

If this was any other visit, then it would not have been the Guardian walking down those steps, but Marinette. A gentle, kind young woman whom they had all grown to love and appreciate as a sister. She would bring them food from the outside and probably set up a TV in one of the community rooms. She would teach them how to use the internet and arrange a trip to Disney World. She would laugh and tell them about all of the time they had missed from their time being trapped within a senti-monster. And she would always, always, refuse her guardian robe so that she could, laugh, talk, and train freely with acolytes and masters alike.

That was not what happened this time. This time when the attendant presented her with the robe, the Guardian donned it with purposeful efficiency and the entire courtyard held its breath even as the fluttering folds settled around her. The full back garment, lined with red and green, only seemed to highlight the calm, cold steel of the woman’s presence. When the Master Guardians, and the Grand Guardian vanished within the temple, the general bustle of the courtyard returned, only now with the quick efficiency of soldiers preparing for war.

Meanwhile the Guardian and the Masters walked silently through the halls into the Small Council Chamber. It was called this not because of its size or importance, but because of its purpose. This was where the Grand and Master Guardians came to speak in private and there was only enough room for them and the round low table with in it. Refreshments were already placed and easily accessible, since not even attendants could enter this room when it was in use. And waves of magic rippled across the walls like golden curtains so that no threat could enter or overhear what they had to say.

They knelt on cushions on the floor, in the same order of their procession, with the Grand Guardian seated under the great tapestry of the Order’s Seal. Once everyone was present and settled, the doors closed and locked with an audible clang and click. And then there was silence, as the Masters waited upon their leader to speak.

“I am currently in America,” she said calm and cold like a winter breeze. “And have recently recovered the Miraculous of the Falcon.” The Masters all breathed a sigh of relief. There had been a great deal of hidden panic and tension, over discovering that particular artifact’s absence, but they still did not speak as the Guardian continued. “While there I felt, as the kwami informed me, the First Warning. I take it by my greeting that I was not alone.”

“We all felt it,” Su-Han said solemn as the stone. But of course, in this room during this council, she would only be able to call him by his official title, Master of the Dragon.

“It was good that you returned to us quickly,” the Master of Turtle said in the same tone. “We need to prepare.”

“For what?” the Guardian said before they could continue. “Do we know what the threat is?”

The Master of the Fox shook, “No, Grand Guardian, we can guess but until the threat presents itself, we will have no knowledge on what it is.”

“But it will not just be anything,” the Master of the Mouse said insistently, “It will be something ancient and powerful, like a demon, or a misused miraculous. Not a human or a nation.”

“I suggest,” the Master of the Turtle tried again, “That you should bring all of the Miraculous that you have collected back here for safe keeping, until you have found their new users.”

“The first user you will need to find,” the Master of the Dog piped up, “Is the Cat, or if you insist on continuing as the Cat, then the Ladybug.”

The Guardian shook her head and silenced them with a hand, “I will be balanced in two days. I cannot surrender either of them or distribute any others until that happens. And as for storing them here, I believe we have discussed why that would not be possible ad nauseum. Or do I need to repeat the obvious again?”

The Masters all gave their verbal and silent acknowledgments, some a little more reluctantly than others, but all of them agreed. After the senti-monster Feast, the Miracle Box should not remain in the same location as all of the other boxes. As long as their enemies believed that it was there in the temple, and that the Grand Guardian was there, then they would never look for Marinette and the artifacts in her possession. And even if some distant or nearer enemy did manage to break in and steal some of the lesser jewels, then they could search the twisting passages of the labyrinth like temple for ages and never find the true prize. And to top it all off, because the vault where the Miraculous was kept was so confusing, then even after the thieves left, they would never be sure that the Miracle Box wasn’t there. Not everyone liked the strategy, but it had proven effective when the League of Assassin’s had attacked. But that was another story.

The Guardian sighed, and allowed her mask to drop just a little, so that the Masters could see the fatigue and anxiety that had been etched on her shoulders ever since she was thirteen, but not enough for the steel to be gone completely. Here, in the temple, she was a queen and in complete control of her kingdom, and every single one of them knew it.

“Look,” the Guardian said softly, “I know that our current circumstances are…untraditional.” Someone scoffed, probably the Master of the Peacock, but she ignored them, “But I have spoken with the kwami.” A few groaned, but she ignored them as well, the more stubborn, and crusty members of the Order did not like the fact that she regularly consulted with them, but she didn’t care, and she let them know that. “And they have told me that the old traditions have the potential to do more harm than good.

“While they were effective, wise, and prudent during a time when civilization was just getting on its feet, that is not the case anymore. The world has changed, and the rules and traditions we abide by must change with them. The kwami and their powers are fluid, natural beings like the river. Dam the river, and you give the valley a chance to grow and thrive. But if you do not let any of the water out, then eventually the dam will corrode, crack, and burst drowning everything below. But none of this,” she declared gesturing around at the invisible debate around them, “Answers the question of the threat. Which kwami will be needed? When will it come? How can we prevent it? And if we can't prevent it, how do we fight it?”

A collective, quiet muttering descended on the room, and the Guardian said straight backed and silent as she waited for them come to whatever conclusions they were turning in their heads. She didn’t care if those conclusions were about her argument or her questions, so long as someone answered the later. She knew these men. They were good men, and they would follow her when the time came without hesitation. So let them disagree with her. Let them argue with her. So long as the greater problem was solved and the threat dealt with, they could complain about her all they liked. It didn’t change the facts.

She was the bonded Guardian of the Miracle Box. In the end, she was their leader, and that was that. In the end it was Su-Han who spoke and quieted the mutterings, “We cannot know when it will come. And we cannot prevent it. This is why that…sensation, is also called the ‘Universe’s Call’ because it is something inevitable. Something of destiny.”

“We all felt it,” The Master of the Snake said softly, “Which means---but this is not certain, that all of us will be needed.”

“Once your day of balance comes and goes,” The Master of the Bee said calmly, “You should at least find users of the main five, including the Cat, or Ladybug. As you choose them.”

“Guardian,” The Master of the Moth said softly, he was always kinder to her than some of the others. “If I might offer you some advice on that subject?”

The Guardian smiled gently and nodded. He was the only one who asked to give her his wisdom without trying to force it on her, “Find a user who is like yourself. A fluid soul that can be both order and chaos. If you do, then you will not need to fight for balance, and take the ring away. Once the threat is dealt with, you and your partner can work in tandem, exchanging the jewels as you see fit, and there by becoming more powerful than you could ever be alone. As they were meant to be.”

“It has long been theorized,” the Master of the Turtle said thoughtfully, “That the Ladybug and Cat were meant to be exchanged among fluid souls, and not just one who is pure order, and one who is pure chaos. But the old Masters were too frightened by what such a pair could become.”

“We cannot stop that now,” The Master of the Rabbit declared casually, “A fluid soul has been bouncing between order and chaos for ten years now. If you are to maintain the balance efficiently, and correctly, then Guardian I must agree, you need a fluid soul. Like yours.”

All of the Masters gave their verbal consent to this, and the Guardian was almost stunned completely out of her mask. The only time they had ever agreed on something unanimously was when the League of Assassin’s had been banging on their door. She shook her head and sighed saying, “And where would I even begin to find such a soul?”

“ACHOO!”

“Bless you,” Red Robin said with an amused smirk. “What’s wrong Nightwing, you comin’ down with something.”

“No,” Nightwing said rubbing his nose passively, “It’s probably just the air. That or someone’s thinking about me.”

“Tt, in annoyance,” Robin muttered, and Red Hood could be heard cackling over the comms.

“Focus,” Batman groaned from the other side of the warehouse they were all about to converge on. “Nightwing see Agent A when we get back. For now, Oracle, report.”

“Two Face just walked in and he’s got the package. Bane is moving into position now, eta 5 minutes.”

“Nobody jinx us!” Spoiler hissed, before anyone could say something stupid like, “And then we’ll have two rogues for the price of one.”

“Tt, do not be ridiculous,” Robin began, but Nightwing distracted him by saying,

“Hey Catwoman, where’s your student? Shouldn’t she be here for family bonding? I mean she is your family right?”

Selina gave an amused chuckle saying, “Why do you ask? Miss her already?”

Dick groaned internally, realizing what he had just done. In preventing a fight and other related superstitious mayhem, he had sacrificed himself to their mockery and close observation. Now whenever he saw Marinette again there would be no escape. “No,” he shot back, “I just want to make sure she’s not jetting off to steal the Mona Lisa or something.”

“Shame on you Nightwing,” Catwoman cried in mock offense, “My kitten would never steal something so precious before finishing my wedding dress, and especially not without me!”

“Implying that she would steal it,” Red Robin said suspiciously.

“And that you would help her,” Batman growled.

“Now, now, you too,” Catwoman chided, “I was only half joking.”

“Meaning you were half serious,” Robin said.

“But about which half?” Spoiler mused.

“Time,” Orphan cut in.

“She’s right,” Oracle said, “Time to move.”

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princess-of-the-corner · 3 months

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Any thoughts on how the Guardians fit into the PB au?

Like, is Su Han still dicking around being an asshole? Did they try to take the Miracle Box away from Marinette after Monarchs defeat and the Peacock at least being recovered?

Or is Marinette just like, chilling with the Egg hidden under her and Adrien's bed, possibly unable to even use any of the Miraculous if that idea is settled on, with the Guardians just like, vibing in Tibet or something?

Debating on that one? Maybe it's a rule of anyone who used a Miraculous in the past can't use them so the Order is also banned from using them?

Hell maybe we just pull in the Dragons to deal with their unethical asses.

Honestly even in Canon the Order are such a non-entitiy anymore it's annoying because we get to shit like this where they /should/ be doing something but nope.

#princess bee

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

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day 8 - masturbation

stray kids 1.3k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Han Jisung NSFW

🖤 warnings: d/s dynamics, one very desperate handy, a tiny hint of public exhibition?? 🖤

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"I'm busy!"

Your words are hissed, one hand slapped over your laptop's tiny built-in camera and the other fiddling desperately for the button on your digital meeting controls that'll mute you and turn off your face cam. The two seconds that it takes to remove yourself politely from the view and auditory space of the rest of your team is two seconds too long, in this case.

"Sorry," Jisung apologizes blithely.

He's not sorry, you can see that in his shitty little grin, the way he's holding his tongue coyly between his teeth.

"You are going to get me fucking fired, and then sued, and then arrested!" you scold, still in that low urgent tone.

"It's not my fault that you're ignoring me."

You gape at him. "I'm at work. I'm in a meeting!"

"Again, not my fault."

Whoever invented work from home obviously didn't have someone like Jisung in their life.

Impatient, insatiable, and shameless to the extreme. He's naked, bare-ass nude in the middle of your sunlit home office (the second of the two little bedrooms in your overly-expensive two bedroom unit), and worse than that, he's hard. Full boner, just standing there, hands on his hips.

This isn't a wandered-in-by-accident-after-a-shower type of thing, the kind of thing that would be a quick apology and maybe a joke in the office, later on. This is calculated. Jisung walked right in during your meeting, and even if it was just for one literal, singular second before you could react, your boss, your team, and whoever else monitors these meetings saw it all.

Working from home means you're usually able to sneak away and play when the mood strikes either of you, but that's because your work is all digital except for the occasional meeting, like this one. Any normal person would just fucking wait.

"Ji, I can't believe you," you storm.

"I need you," he whines.

"After my meeting, we can do whatever you want."

"But I want it now."

He's unbelievable.

He's also a grown man. He knows how to control himself, knows very well that he could just text you to come when you have a minute to mess around. Or, like, knock on the door. This is a game of some kind, to him, and there's absolutely no way you're letting him win.

"I'm gonna turn my camera back on," you warn him.

"Do it."

"You really want everyone to see how much you think with your dick?" you ask dubiously. "I mean, you should see what you look like. Ridiculous. Just walking in like this, like some kind of-"

"Hey," he protests.

You're sure that he wasn't expecting dismissal, but that's what he's going to get.

"If you're so desperate to cum, you can go ahead," you tell him.

"But I wanted-"

"The chairs over there are off camera. Sit on down."

Two spare chairs for the extendable dining table set you keep in your scant living space also take up residence in this room, and they sit over in the opposite corner, safely away from the scope of your webcam. But that also means they're pretty far away from you.

"I wanted you to-"

"That's not gonna happen right now," you tell him flatly. "I'm busy. If you don't want to wait to get off, you can do it yourself."

Absolutely no way he's getting a hand, as it were, after a stunt like that.

Jisung pouts at you, but he does go and take an uncomfortable seat on the edge of the wooden dining chair. "This is bullshit."

"I'm sorry, who burst in on whom with their dick out?" you ask.

"I just-"

"I'm turning the call back on. You'd better get going," you say, "And hey, if you manage to cum once before I'm done, without ruining the call, then I'll help on the second one."

Framed that way, like a challenge with a good prize, you know he won't be able to resist.

And you're right. As soon as you turn your camera back on and give your coworkers a fake sheepish apology for your hasty retreat. They don't say anything about it, and you figure you're in the clear, as far as firing and suing are concerned. Over the screen of your laptop, you meet Jisung's eye to give him an encouraging nod and a mean grin.

He'd better get on with it.

Jisung's cheeks are already tinged pink with (admittedly delayed) self-consciousness as he wraps a hand around his hard cock, shuddering silently. That first touch is enough to make his whole body relax into the chair, sitting haphazardly, legs falling farther apart and posture slumping against the wood.

It's probably obvious to your coworkers that you're looking over the top of your camera, rather than down at your screen or politely into the lens, but you don't care. You're not about to take your eyes off him.

The pace he's set on himself is brutally fast, but you know that he usually takes more attention than that to reach his peak, and you don't know if he's going to make it in time, poor thing. His eyes are screwed shut, focusing on the pleasure...

But you're not above playing dirty.

A glance down at your screen, you say, almost bark, "Hey?"

Jisung's eyes snap open as your boss responds in the affirmative, and you glance back at your boy for a second before you grin into the camera again.

"Did we cover that quarterly report last week, or the week before?" you ask, all innocence.

"Last week, thanks for the clarification-"

You only wanted to break Jisung's stride, and he full well knows it, if the glare he throws you means anything. He's panting, now, and you can hear traces of the whines he's holding back. Not about to make a scene where people can hear? After that grand entrance?

"Are there any other questions?" your boss asks.

A telltale question that indicates the meeting is almost over. You hadn't anticipated it being finished so soon, but it's a delightful twist. Jisung's eyes widen. He knows time isn't on his side. If he wants to win the game you set out, he's going to have to speed things up.

It must hurt, you think, pitying, as Jisung works that hand over his cock at a breakneck pace, slicking his own precome over himself. The other hand tweaks his nipple, crawls over his torso, like he's trying to simulate the way you would play with him, the unexpected bits that you would bring to the equation. It's not the same, though, because with his own hands, he knows exactly what's coming, and the adrenaline that would usually help him right through to the end just isn't there...

"No," you say, joining a chorus of your coworkers who also have nothing else to add.

Jisung keens, audible probably even to your microphone. He's going to lose, and you can see by the swell, by the reddening, by the way he's squirming in his chair, that he's close, but not close enough-

You could throw him a bone, if you wanted.

"Oh!" you say, "Just - next week's meeting is at the same time, yes?"

"I think so," your boss murmurs, "Let me check..."

You can Jisung's desperation, as he ruts into his hand, making the tiniest whines that would be full moans if you weren't on a call, and the fact that he's probably not going to make it is all that much sweeter.

"Yes," your boss confirms.

"Thank you."

"Then we'll wrap it up. See you then!"

Your boss pings off the call, and you hang up, standing leisurely.

"Oh, baby," you coo.

Jisung is nothing if not predictable. He's got himself so strung out, there's no way he could cum without help.

Or so you think, until you're there in front of him, arms crossed, an expression of schooled disappointment on your face. As soon as you're close like that, within reach but doing nothing to help him, that's when Jisung finally moans, full-throated and needy, and cums over his fingers.

"Impressive," you say, taking in his heaving chest, his pink face and blown-out eyes. "But you didn't make it in time. Which means if you wanna cum again, you have to do it yourself. Then we'll see about some help."

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El primer filósofo del populismo de izquierda

ENTREVISTA POR Gabriele Pedullà[1]Profesor de literatura italiana en la Universidad de Roma Tre. Entre sus obras destacan Machiavelli in Tumult (2018) e In Broad Daylight: Movies and Spectators After the Cinema (2012).

Casi cinco siglos después de su muerte, el filósofo italiano Nicolás Maquiavelo sigue siendo una de las figuras más influyentes de la historia del pensamiento político. El autor de

El Príncipe

probablemente se asombraría de ser objeto de libros sobre habilidades de liderazgo dirigidos a directores generales de empresas o de que, en

Los Soprano

, Paulie Walnuts se refiriera a él erróneamente como «Príncipe Matchabelli».

La visión errónea de Maquiavelo como el padre fundador del cinismo político —o incluso del «mal» político— es casi tan antigua como el propio hombre. Pero John P. McCormick, autor de obras influyentes como Machiavellian Democracy, sostiene que el pensador florentino se entiende mejor como precursor del actual populismo de izquierdas. Lejos de estar desfasados, algunos de los argumentos de Maquiavelo siguen adelantándose a nuestro tiempo. Un enfoque verdaderamente «maquiavélico» de la política puede ayudar a fortalecer la democracia popular.

Probablemente no exista universidad en la que no se enseñen las obras de Maquiavelo, o al menos El Príncipe. Sin embargo, las investigaciones sobre su figura y pensamiento son bastante excepcionales. Usted ha publicado dos libros sobre Maquiavelo y, por lo que sé, está preparando un tercero. ¿Por qué Maquiavelo? ¿Cómo lo descubrió por primera vez?

Por supuesto, me encontré con El Príncipe en la universidad, pero durante los estudios de posgrado en la Universidad de Chicago, en 1992, tuve la suerte de asistir a dos seminarios dedicados íntegramente a los Discursos de Maquiavelo. Esas clases desencadenaron mi fascinación por Maquiavelo para toda la vida. Aunque empecé mi carrera académica trabajando en la línea de la «teoría crítica» de la Escuela de Frankfurt, la orientación de mi trabajo volvió a centrarse en Maquiavelo en la década de 2000.

¿Qué motivó esta reorientación?

Supongo que fue el aumento de la desigualdad y el aventurerismo militar bajo la administración de George W. Bush y Dick Cheney en Estados Unidos. Después de todo, Maquiavelo me había enseñado que los ciudadanos de las antiguas repúblicas castigaban a las élites mucho más severamente por la corrupción y la traición que nosotros en las democracias liberales contemporáneas. Cualquiera que lea a Maquiavelo con seriedad verá que los ciudadanos democráticos modernos dejan que las élites se salgan con la suya precisamente con el tipo de comportamiento que él pensaba que debía ser castigado con severidad.

Usted no es solo un especialista en Maquiavelo. Ha publicado extensamente también sobre el pensamiento de la República de Weimar. Se podría decir que le atraen las crisis políticas más agudas.

Ciertamente no lo planeé así, pero el tema general de mi carrera académica se ha convertido en «repúblicas democráticas en crisis». Llevo más de dos décadas investigando la perpetua susceptibilidad de la democracia a la corrupción plutocrática y oligárquica, corrupción que a menudo desemboca en golpes de Estado autoritarios. He explorado la situación extremadamente precaria de la libertad cívica y el gobierno popular en contextos históricos tan variados como la Florencia renacentista, la Alemania de Weimar, los Estados Unidos contemporáneos y los Estados miembros de la Unión Europea (UE).

Todavía hoy, mucha gente piensa que Maquiavelo fue un maestro del mal. Los estudiosos —o al menos la mayoría de ellos— han intentado corregir esta idea errónea centrándose en su lealtad a la tradición republicana de Roma y en sus Discursos sobre la primera década de Tito Livio. Sin embargo, su lectura es diferente. Porque tu Maquiavelo no es solo un pensador republicano: es un pensador republicano pro popular, hostil a las degeneraciones oligárquicas de los Estados libres.

Aunque Maquiavelo nunca utilizó la palabra «democracia», y aunque expresó serias (pero no incondicionales) reservas sobre la democracia ateniense, he defendido que Maquiavelo es, de hecho, el primer «teórico democrático» de la historia del pensamiento político occidental. Maquiavelo borra la distinción clásica entre aristócratas y oligarcas, acusando a las élites socioeconómicas de ser siempre agentes de opresión sobre la gente común.

Además, Maquiavelo ensancha los pocos momentos del pensamiento político tradicional en los que los autores conceden a regañadientes que el pueblo llano puede ejercer ocasionalmente un buen juicio político, y procede a construir una novedosa teoría democrática sobre esa base. Incluso hoy en día, los famosos estudiosos se fijan en los pocos casos en los que Maquiavelo representa al pueblo tomando malas decisiones e ignoran por completo las decisiones mucho más calamitosas que él demuestra que tomaron las élites (concretamente los senados aristocráticos) en las repúblicas espartana, romana, veneciana y cartaginesa.

Curiosamente, en Italia, Maquiavelo se asocia a menudo con lamentaciones sobre las glorias italianas del pasado. En su libro, por el contrario, usted demuestra claramente cómo su pensamiento ofrece ideas frescas para corregir el impulso oligárquico de las democracias occidentales.

Maquiavelo fue un esperanzador visionario sobre el futuro de Italia que se inspiró en un vibrante pasado mediterráneo. No se dedicó a la nostalgia trágica. Se inspiró en la forma en que los antiguos toscanos, siracusanos, espartanos y aqueos resistieron valientemente y durante mucho tiempo la dominación de hegemonías imperiales como Macedonia, Cartago y Roma. Maquiavelo creía firmemente que un retorno al antiguo orden doméstico y militar permitiría a los italianos modernos rechazar a los hegemones contemporáneos como Francia, España y el emperador alemán.

Después de todo, los hegemones modernos, en su opinión, no eran más que tigres de papel comparados con sus homólogos antiguos. Si las ciudades italianas rearmaran a sus ciudadanos comunes —tanto militar como cívicamente—, podrían superar la dominación extranjera y la opresión interna de los clérigos y los optimates (los que apoyaban el gobierno oligárquico en la República romana tardía). Quizás fue demasiado optimista sobre el futuro. Es posible que Maquiavelo subestimara la obstinación con la que las élites de su época se resistirían a las reformas que él propugnaba: el restablecimiento de los tribunos plebeyos, de las grandes asambleas populares y de las amplias milicias ciudadanas que, en su opinión, habían garantizado las libertades de los pueblos y repúblicas antiguos.

Se le ha acusado de ser un populista o un partidario del populismo. ¿Cuál es la diferencia entre un teórico político pro popular y uno populista, ahora y en la época de Maquiavelo?

Efectivamente, soy partidario del populismo, del populismo de izquierdas. La diferencia entre el populismo de izquierdas y el de derechas es sencilla. El populismo progresista es un movimiento chauvinista mayoritario que desafía las ventajas injustas de las que disfruta una élite minoritaria, rica y poderosa. El populismo de derechas, por el contrario, es un movimiento chauvinista mayoritario que desafía los privilegios imaginarios de los que disfrutan los inmigrantes vulnerables o las minorías religiosas y étnicas. Creo que los escritos de Maquiavelo anticipan el populismo de izquierdas porque anima a los plebeyos a desafiar a las élites y exigirles una cuota de poder económico y político cada vez mayor.

Maquiavelo demuestra de forma bastante convincente que los gobiernos populares son el objetivo constante de (aunque no utilizó el término) «vastas conspiraciones de la derecha», en todo lugar y en todo momento. Desde esta perspectiva, la corrupción sistémica generada por la plutocracia es simplemente una amenaza constante y existencial para cualquier sistema de gobierno cívico que no sea ya una oligarquía desnuda. La única manera de detener o hacer retroceder esta corrupción es que la gente común se movilice y utilice cualquier influencia que tenga —servicio militar o fuerza de trabajo, por ejemplo— para extraer concesiones de las élites que preferirían expandirse antes que renunciar a su desproporcionada autoridad.

Por supuesto, las repúblicas antiguas que Maquiavelo analizó nunca tuvieron que lidiar con el «populismo de derechas». Las élites socioeconómicas de esas repúblicas podían invocar el patriotismo o la «anti tiranía» para frustrar las demandas reformistas del demos o de la plebe; es decir, podían priorizar la necesidad de la guerra contra enemigos extranjeros hostiles o invocar el peligro de que los líderes populistas acumularan poder real mientras defendían la situación de las clases bajas.

El senado romano ejerció con maestría ambas estrategias, desviando con frecuencia a los plebeyos del tumulto en casa a la guerra en el exterior, y a menudo saliéndose con la suya al matar a campeones populares, desde Marco Manlio Capitolino a los hermanos Graco, como «aspirantes a tiranos». Pero tales oligarcas nunca pudieron movilizar plenamente a grandes segmentos del pueblo llano en un movimiento sostenido contra las reformas populares y los reformadores populares. Al final, tuvieron que recurrir a la represión violenta para conseguirlo, como ejemplifica la tiranía de Sula.

Por otra parte, los populistas de derecha contemporáneos tienen un arma poderosa que esgrimir tanto contra los partidos de centroizquierda como contra los movimientos populares: la acusación de deslealtad o traición nacional. Dado que los demócratas y socialistas modernos están motivados por los principios universalistas de la Ilustración, son perpetuamente susceptibles de ser acusados de no estar realmente dedicados al bienestar de «la gente» dentro de sus propios países. Se les acusa con demasiada facilidad de preocuparse en última instancia por la «humanidad» (por la gente de todo el mundo) o por las minorías subalternas nacionales. De ahí la eficacia de los populistas de derecha para desprestigiar a los políticos de centroizquierda y a los populistas de izquierda por igual como «globalistas» traicioneros o como adherentes antimayoritarios de la «política de identidad».

¿Cuál es su actitud hacia el marxismo? Está claro que su enfoque de Maquiavelo es diferente al de los pensadores políticos marxistas.

Hay que reconocer que soy muy duro con los posmarxistas europeos en la nueva introducción a Machiavellian Democracy. Soy bastante impaciente por la medida en que autores como Louis Althusser, Claude Lefort, Étienne Balibar y autores italianos más recientes influenciados por ellos ignoran, minimizan o descartan el papel de las instituciones en el pensamiento político de Maquiavelo. Reconstruyen los escritos de Maquiavelo de forma que el pueblo se limita a impugnar el funcionamiento de las instituciones, es decir, las maquinaciones de un «Estado» monolíticamente concebido.

Pero la concepción de Maquiavelo del governo popolare es precisamente eso: el pueblo participando en el gobierno a través del funcionamiento de instituciones como los tribunos romanos de la plebe (las asambleas en las que el pueblo propone y discute, afirma o rechaza las leyes) y los juicios públicos, en los que el pueblo sirve como juez último de los ciudadanos acusados de delitos políticos. Los posmarxistas temen que el pueblo se ensucie las manos de forma moralmente dudosa al participar en el «gobierno» o que el pueblo sea cooptado en el funcionamiento del «Estado» al participar en su funcionamiento. Pero Maquiavelo insiste en que las reformas exigidas por el pueblo a través del tumulto deben ser instanciadas en «leyes», cuya adjudicación sigue supervisando, incluso mandando, el pueblo (y no un partido privilegiado).

Maquiavelo no quería simplemente que el pueblo, a través de manifestaciones públicas, protestara contra el poder de la oligarquía manifestado por «el Estado» desde el exterior. También quería que impugnaran perpetuamente el poder de la oligarquía desde dentro del funcionamiento del Estado. Solo ensuciándose las manos a través de la práctica política ejercida fuera y dentro de las instituciones podrían combatir eficazmente la oligarquía y ejercer el autogobierno. Aterrados por los ejemplos de la Rusia estalinista y de la China comunista, los intérpretes posmarxistas de Maquiavelo sistemáticamente compensan en exceso, reduciendo la democracia al antigobierno, es decir, al anarquismo.

¿Y cuál es su actitud hacia Karl Marx en general? ¿Qué parte de su pensamiento es más vital para nosotros, en su opinión?

Por supuesto, venero enormemente los escritos de Marx. La lectura de Crítica de la filosofía del derecho de Hegel en la universidad me cambió la vida. Aunque desde entonces lo he abandonado como ideal emancipador, el hecho de que Marx articulara la economía británica, la política francesa y la filosofía alemana me inspiró durante décadas. Sin embargo, la ausencia de una visión política constructiva en Marx acabó resultando muy frustrante: Marx fue un crítico magistral de la política reaccionaria en obras como La guerra civil en Francia y El 18º brumario de Luis Bonaparte, pero su falta de especificidad respecto a la política del socialismo fue decepcionante.

Al principio me dirigí al joven Jürgen Habermas, más hegeliano, como alternativa, pero finalmente su intento de llenar la laguna política de Marx resultó ser demasiado liberal para mi gusto… de ahí mi paso a Maquiavelo. Sin embargo, hoy en día se está llevando a cabo una importante labor de recuperación de los recursos políticos de Marx: Bruno Leipold sobre el republicanismo de Marx, Steven Klein sobre los linajes marxianos para la socialdemocracia, Will Levine sobre los kantianos marxianos y el trabajo de Camila Vergara sobre la tradición del institucionalismo radical, que se remonta a Rosa Luxemburgo.

El otro autor sobre el que ha publicado extensamente es otro pensador antiliberal, esta vez del lado derecho del espectro político: Carl Schmitt. ¿Qué podemos aprender de él?

Schmitt fue, por supuesto, el maestro en denunciar el universalismo de la izquierda política para promover una derecha política supuestamente más auténtica y «democrática» en la República de Weimar. Recientemente, he llegado a ver la carrera de Schmitt como un emblema del papel casi constante desempeñado por la centroderecha en los intentos de usurpación o el éxito de las democracias liberales. Schmitt fue uno de los primeros partidarios de la República de Weimar, pero en menos de una década justificó y participó en su derrocamiento.

Muchas democracias modernas siguen precisamente esta trayectoria: las democracias se establecen con un apoyo bastante entusiasta por parte de los partidos de centroderecha pero, una vez en el poder, estos partidos tienden a moverse más a la derecha, eligiendo alinearse con los partidos de extrema derecha para mantener el poder inconstitucionalmente, en lugar de comprometerse formando gobiernos de coalición con los partidos de centroizquierda. Los políticos de centroderecha siempre piensan que pueden controlar a la extrema derecha, pero pronto descubren que tienen un tigre por la cola. Esto fue cierto en Weimar, y ciertamente es una realidad también en los Estados Unidos hoy en día. Las democracias modernas son derrocadas casi exclusivamente desde la derecha, no desde la izquierda.

Existen, por lo general, dos maneras de juzgar la política italiana desde el extranjero. Algunos comentaristas presentan a Italia como una tierra exótica y misteriosa, donde la política sigue reglas enigmáticas. Columnistas más sabios y mejor informados han observado que la política italiana tiende a anticipar la tendencia occidental, generalmente en sus peores aspectos. Benito Mussolini fue Juan el Bautista para Adolf Hitler, al igual que Silvio Berlusconi para Donald Trump. ¿Cuál es su opinión? ¿Y cuánto sigue usted la política italiana?

Suscribo firmemente esta última línea de pensamiento. La política italiana es siempre el «canario en la mina de carbón» de la política occidental. Cuando viví en Italia, a mediados de los años noventa, los paralelismos entre el ascenso de Berlusconi y lo que ocurría con Newt Gingrich y Pat Buchanan eran muy claros, pero pocos en Estados Unidos querían considerar a estos últimos como protofascistas. Hay un enorme vacío en el vocabulario político estadounidense cuando se trata de la palabra fascista: en el discurso público está permitido llamar fascista a Barack Obama, ¡pero no a Trump! Sin embargo, en Italia durante esos años, cada conversación de almuerzo y cena se dedicaba a ubicar dónde se encontraba Berlusconi en el continuo fascista, y cuánto más lejos en una dirección fascista podría llegar.

La parálisis política contemporánea en los Estados Unidos tiene claramente mucho que ver con la crisis del movimiento socialista. Los oligarcas disfrutan de una situación muy favorable ahora que la «izquierda neoliberal» hace avanzar sus intereses no menos que la derecha. Para los ricos es una situación en la que todos ganan: sea cual sea el resultado de las elecciones, se beneficiarán de un gobierno amigo. ¿Cómo podemos arreglar esto?

Así es precisamente como intento explicar la política estadounidense a mi madre: cuando ganan los republicanos, los ricos se hacen más ricos; cuando ganan los demócratas, los ricos siguen siendo ricos. Debido al sistema bipartidista de Estados Unidos, la redistribución económica y la regulación siempre han sido objetivos políticos problemáticos (aunque incluso bajo republicanos como Dwight Eisenhower y Richard Nixon, la América posterior a la Segunda Guerra Mundial era como un Shangri-la socialdemócrata en comparación con la actual).

En Europa, las cosas son más difíciles de explicar. Supongo que la existencia de partidos comunistas creíbles en Europa Occidental durante la Guerra Fría indujo a los partidos de centroderecha a comprometerse con los de centroizquierda de forma que se fomentara una relativa igualdad económica. Ahora, los partidos conservadores son libres de dedicarse a la obstrucción total cuando están fuera del poder. Por supuesto, tienes razón en que los partidos socialdemócratas merecen su parte de culpa. A través de las políticas neoliberales, han participado en el vaciamiento de las bases sociales de la política progresista.

¿Qué opina de la experiencia de los gilets jaunes (chalecos amarillos) en Francia?

Una grata excepción a la regla. Fue ciertamente refrescante ver surgir en una gran democracia un movimiento social más o menos de base que protestaba contra la austeridad. Y es un gran alivio que dicho movimiento no haya adoptado la forma patológica asociada al populismo de derechas; espero que las acusaciones de antisemitismo sean meras calumnias lanzadas contra ellos por los enemigos conservadores del movimiento. Los gilets jaunes son la oposición enérgica y articulada a la austeridad que los políticos centristas como Emmanuel Macron merecían. Dijeron «¡Basta!» a las políticas financieras y económicas que trasladan injustamente la carga de mantener una sociedad moderna sana de los ricos a la gente media.

Estoy harto de que centristas como Macron, e incluso Angela Merkel, hagan reverencias y acepten ramos de flores por rescatar la Ilustración, la civilización y la decencia humana derrotando electoralmente a la derecha xenófoba y luego pivoten para satisfacer las preferencias políticas de los intereses financieros que directa o indirectamente respaldan sus propias campañas, en lugar de los ciudadanos de clase media y trabajadora que realmente votaron por ellos. Se felicitan por haber matado al dragón populista de la derecha y luego promulgan políticas que siguen alimentándolo.

Las políticas de austeridad de Merkel aseguraron que la extrema derecha siga teniendo un electorado en el sur de Europa, y las políticas neoliberales de Macron aseguran que la tentación de Marine Le Pen siga siendo viable en Francia. Los gilets jaunes demuestran que hay una tercera vía viable entre la austeridad neoliberal y el populismo de derechas.

Después de Polonia, Hungría y Turquía, ¿qué Estado europeo cree que es ahora más vulnerable al populismo de derechas?

No creo que Alemania sea «el próximo», pero hay que vigilar de cerca a AfD (Alternative für Deutschland, Alternativa para Alemania) y hacer todos los esfuerzos, nacionales, europeos e internacionales, para que el movimiento sea pequeño. Los costes para Alemania, los Estados miembros de la UE, Europa en su conjunto y la propia democracia serían devastadores si un movimiento de extrema derecha se hiciera más fuerte allí.

Como estudiante de la Alemania de Weimar, ¿ve algún paralelismo con el colapso de la República de Weimar en los Estados Unidos de hoy?

Mucha gente comparó la insurrección del Capitolio del 6 de enero con el incendio del Reichstag que los nazis aprovecharon para consolidar el poder. Yo lo comparo más con los asesinatos de los ministros de Weimar Walther Rathenau y Matthias Erzberger por parte de extremistas de derecha a principios de la década de 1920. Estos asesinatos hicieron que un diputado alemán enfurecido exclamara en el Reichstag: «¡No hay duda de que el enemigo está en la derecha!».

La insurrección del Capitolio, al igual que estos asesinatos, debería obligar a todos los ciudadanos dedicados a la democracia constitucional a repudiar y reprimir el extremismo de extrema derecha. La advertencia no fue escuchada en Weimar, y dudo que lo sea en Estados Unidos. El comportamiento cobarde de la gran mayor��a de los políticos republicanos durante y después del segundo juicio de destitución de Trump no es una buena señal en ese sentido.

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1. Profesor de literatura italiana en la Universidad de Roma Tre. Entre sus obras destacan Machiavelli in Tumult (2018) e In Broad Daylight: Movies and Spectators After the Cinema (2012).

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Top 5 Sci-Fi Movies on Netflix

5. Predestination (2014)

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Actor: Alicia Pavlis, Annabelle Norman, Arielle O’Neill, Ben Prendergast, Carolyn Shakespeare-Allen, Cate Wolfe, Christopher Bunworth, Christopher Kirby, Christopher Sommers, Christopher Stollery, Dennis Coard, Dick York, Elise Jansen, Eliza D’Souza, Eliza Matengu, Ethan Hawke, Felicity Steel, Finegan Sampson, Freya Stafford, Giordano Gangl, Grant Piro, Hayley Butcher, Jim Knobeloch, Katie Avram, Kristie Jandric, Kuni Hashimoto, Lucinda Armstrong Hall, Madeleine West, Maja Sarosiek, Marky Lee Campbell, Milla Simmonds, Monique Heath, Noah Taylor, Noel Herriman, Olivia Sprague, Paul Moder, Raj Sidhu, Rob Jenkins, Sara El-Yafi, Sarah Snook, Sophie Cusworth, Tony Nikolakopoulos, Tyler Coppin, Vanessa Crouch

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One of the most original time-travel thrillers since 12 Monkeys. A brilliant subversion of the Time Paradox trope, with enough plot twists to keep you entertained until well after the movie is finished. Predestination is an amazing movie with great performances from Ethan Hawke and Sarah Snook. It’s a movie that will feel like Inception, when it comes to messing with your mind and barely anyone has heard of it. It is highly underrated and unknown, sadly.

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3. Serenity (2005)

Genre: Action, Adventure, Science Fiction, Thriller

Actor: Adam Baldwin, Alan Tudyk, Carrie ‘CeCe’ Cline, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Colin Patrick Lynch, David Krumholtz, Demetra Raven, Dennis Keiffer, Elaine Mani Lee, Erik Weiner, Gina Torres, Glenn Howerton, Hunter Ansley Wryn, Jessica Huang, Jewel Staite, Linda Wang, Logan O’Brien, Marcus Young, Mark Winn, Marley McClean, Matt McColm, Michael Hitchcock, Morena Baccarin, Nathan Fillion, Nectar Rose, Neil Patrick Harris, Peter James Smith, Rafael Feldman, Rick Williamson, Ron Glass, Ryan Tasz, Sarah Paulson, Sean Maher, Summer Glau, Tamara Taylor, Terrell Tilford, Terrence Hardy Jr., Tristan Jarred, Weston Nathanson, Yan Feldman

Director: Joss Whedon

Rating: PG-13

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Serenity is a futuristic sci-fi film that serves as a feature-length continuation of the story-line from the TV program Firefly (2002–2003). The story revolves around the captain (Nathan Fillion) and crew of the titular space vessel that operate as space outlaws, running cargo and smuggling missions throughout the galaxy. They take on a mysterious young psychic girl and her brother, the girl carrying secrets detrimental to the intergalactic government, and soon find themselves being hunted by a nefarious assassin (Chiwetel Ejiofor). The first feature-length film from Joss Whedon (The Avengers), Serenity is a lively and enjoyable adventure, replete with large-scale action sequences, strong characterizations and just the right touch of wry humor. An enjoyable viewing experience that stands alone without demanding that you have familiarity with the original program beforehand.

2. Sorry to Bother You (2018)

Genre: Comedy, Fantasy, Science Fiction

Actor: Armie Hammer, Danny Glover, David Cross, Ed Moy, Forest Whitaker, James D. Weston II, Jermaine Fowler, John Ozuna, Kate Berlant, Lakeith Stanfield, Lily James, Marcella Bragio, Michael X. Sommers, Molly Brady, Omari Hardwick, Patton Oswalt, Robert Longstreet, Rosario Dawson, Steven Yeun, Teresa Navarro, Terry Crews, Tessa Thompson, Tom Woodruff Jr., Tony Toste, W. Kamau Bell

Director: Boots Riley

In the year of the Netflix TV Show Maniac, another absurdist title stole critics’ hearts. Sorry to Bother You is a movie set in an alternate reality, where capitalism and greed are accentuated. Lakeith Stanfield (Atlanta) is a guy called Cassius who struggles to pay his bills. However, when at a tele-marketing job an old-timer tells him to use a “white voice”, he starts moving up the ranks of his bizarre society. A really smart movie that will be mostly enjoyed by those who watch it for its entertaining value, and not so much for its commentary. It is like a Black Mirror episode stretched into a movie.

1. Ex Machina (2015)

Genre: Drama, Science Fiction

Actor: Alex Garland, Alicia Vikander, Chelsea Li, Claire Selby, Corey Johnson, Domhnall Gleeson, Elina Alminas, Gana Bayarsaikhan, Oscar Isaac, Sonoya Mizuno, Symara A. Templeman, Symara Templeman, Tiffany Pisani

Director: Alex Garland

Rating: R

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Ex Machina is the directorial debut of Alex Garland, the writer of 28 Days Later (and 28 Weeks Later). It tells the story of Caleb (Domhnall Gleeson from About Time), an IT developer who is invited by a billionaire CEO to participate in a groundbreaking experiment — administering a Turing test to a humanoid robot called Ava (Alicia Vikander). Meeting the robot with feelings of superiority at first, questions of trust and ethics soon collide with the protagonist’s personal views. While this dazzling film does not rely on them, the visual effects and the overall look-feel of Ex Machina are absolutely stunning and were rightly picked for an Academy Award. They make Ex Machina feel just as casually futuristic as the equally stylish Her and, like Joaquin Phoenix, Gleeson aka Caleb must confront the feelings he develops towards a machine, despite his full awareness that ‘she’ is just that. This is possibly as close to Kubrick as anyone got in the 21st century. Ex Machina is clever, thrilling, and packed with engaging ideas.

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Fusion in mk would be interesting but it would probably suck if it happened by mistake. Like if Bi-Han and Hanzo are fighting and they accidentally fuse together since the Elder Gods like being dicks and decide to make their rivalry ten times more complicated.

Especially if the fusion themselves an entirely different entity like how Vegito is a different person from Vegeta or Goku, but in a twist, the original components are still there, just as separate sides of the mind.

You can imagine how often the two argue while their fusion is basically forced to listen to their banter.

It’s a mixture of DBZ and SU because you need to do a fusion dance.

#mortal kombat #ask

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chicarandom11 · 1 year

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Headcanon de como se formaría la relación de hermanos de Duke y Jason

La primera vez que Duke salió en una misión con toda la Batfamilia en una misión se sorprendió al escuchar a Jason recitar y citar libros en medio de la pelea. Incluso cuando estaba siendo golpeado Red Hood siempre salía con una referencia literaria.

Al resto de la familia no le pareció en lo mínimo raro, solo Damian le grito una vez que se callara pero el resto ni se inmuto y actuó como si fuera lo más común del todo.

Duke pensó que debería copiar al resto de la familia e ignorarlo, pero la semana siguiente tuvo que rehacer un informe sobre la acción dramática en las obras de Shakespeare y decidió pedir ayuda. ¿Quién mejor para darle tutoría que el chico que recitó Hamlet de memoria cuando lo llevaban a la fuerza a la Bat-cueva para revisar sus heridas?

Por lo que ese día Jason abre la puerta de su departamento para encontrar a Duke pidiéndole ayuda en su tarea.

Una tutoría se convirtió en dos, y luego en una cita una vez a la semana para estudiar. (Unión de hermanos)

Damian hay veces se entromete y asiste, dice que lo detesta pero más de una vez Alfred y Dick lo han encontrado leyendo las recomendaciones que le dio Jason.

Dick está muy orgulloso de su hermanito. Jason dice que no es nada (mientras prepara galletas y té para la tutoría).

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Espero que pasen todos un feliz año nuevo, me he estado obligando de publicar, como el pequeño extra de la serie de headcanons de Jason y su hija, el fanfic de dichos headcanons (mentira, ese todavía no lo termino)

Trataré de estar más pendiente.

Un abrazo

-------------------------Chica Random 11---------------------------

#batfam #batfam headcanons #jason todd #literature nerd jason todd #duke thomas #Bruce sabe de las reuniones pero no dice nada

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Manifiesto; Porqué comerciar con la tristeza.

En estos momentos tendria que escribir un par de relatos, pero heme aqui pues ya olvidé la última vez que comparti algo en este citio —claro no cuentan todas las publicaciones programadas que dejé—.

Advertencia: Este será un texto largo en español que no pretende otra cosa que aligerarla carga.

La mayor parte de los seguidores de este sitio no hablan español y me resulta curioso que el contenido con más interacción fuesen los comics de Wall-E además de Blade Runner y por último Cyberpunk 2077; siendo estos de tematica futurista, distopica o en síntesis Cyber punk. Después de dar una lectura a la Saga de Origins, 2019,2029 y la que está en emisión 2039 correspondiente a Blade Runner note la falta de creatividad dentro del mismo desarrollo de la saga, se han estancado en la estética propuesta por la cinta de Ridley Scott con un Blade runner a lo caza recompensas ochentero de gabardina café, amargado por la vida y dando esta busqueda por la perfección de la réplica de lo humano por los Nexus dejando de lado la verdadera cuestión que plantea Dick: Lo real y nuestra identidad, sin mencionar su obsesión por los cultos pues durante toda su vida se sumergio en distintas religiones y su fascinación por las pelirojas. Philip K Dick plantea un mundo futurista asotado por la destrucción consumista pues he ahi el título de Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (sueñan los robots con ovejas mecánicas [Amazon adapto una serie de cuentos de Papá Dick y llamo a la serie Electric Dreams o sueños eléctricos por su traducción].

Las preguntas que plantea Dick en su obra son sobre el deseo de los androides, que se ve escenificado en toda la cinta con esta persecución de su propia identidad mientras que nuestro protagonista Rick Decard comprende que no necesita una oveja mecánica en el momento del final de la obra —que carese de monologo sobre las puertas de tanhauser— al encontrarse con una rana. Es este mismo deseo materializado el que engendra la problematica de las maquinas y que sin él no sucedería nada como el pecado que cometen Adan y Eva sin el cual nada de esto estaría sucediendo

Considero a sueñan los robots con ovejas eléctricas un texto maduro que puede llegar a cualquiera, pero no cualquiera lo comprendera y de igual manera Wall-E plantea en un nivel más amigable las problematicas de la perdida de lo que es humano. Lo que no entiendo es como los aficionados a nuestro pequeño robot se vieron atraidos y conflictuados por que el comic no se encuentre en español cuando en su 80% no hay diálogos y el 15% resultan sonidos mecanicos u onomatopeyas por lo que se entiende perfectamente la historia. Esto me hace reforzar la idea de priorizar el contenido en español del cual se carece en esta plataforma, no dejare de lado las novedades en ingles pues son lo que más atraen visualizaciones lo que si dejare en claro es que este no es un sitio family friendly, o familiar pues con forme realizo mis lecturas compartire el contenido en forma de capturas.

La razon de no compartir los comics completos es simple; que tambien se anime a la busqueda de dichos archivos, lo que aqui se comparte es una mera referencia y sobre todo un archivo de mis lecturas. Esto quiere decir que lo que pretendo con este blog es animar a la lectura desde una actitud autogestiva y ludica ademas de rescatar contenido que con el tiempo se olvida como recientemente me paso con la película El corazón de la noche del cual no hay archivo para visualizar siendo esta una película mexicana que pasara sin gloria hasta quedar olvidado por la industria de las productoras ademas de encarar a las grandes editoriales con su mostruosa censura que ha tirado blogs que comparten sus libros por falta de ellos en latinoamerica.

Asi es seguiré puntualizando la belleza del español y me posicionare frente a la industria con sus precios abusivos y su mala traduccion que nos proporcionan; con un salario minimo de 80 pesos cuando una familia promedio consta de 4 integrantes mas mascotas teniendo que gastar 300 a 400 pesos mx por un libro es una barbarie de la industria chupa sangre. En promedio las grapas estan entre 69 pesos mx en una serie de 12 titulos son 600pesos mx si bien nos fue; todo esto por titulo cuando son de nuestro interes quizas unos 4 o 5 en simultaneo mas la aparicion de los copilados y pastas duras que son de 260 a 400 por volumen. Si hacemos cuentas que la distopia sea lo que más mueve en este espacio es risible.

Apenas se aperturo una convocatoria con esta misma tematica en la que se insta a escribir desde Blade Runner y La primera venida de la soledad (citado como el texto que inaguro el cyberpunk en latinoamerica y ser dichosamente mexicano) para hablar de perspectivas ecopositivas o en favor de un futuro en el que la humanidad no acabo con el mundo. Me es ridículo que en primer lugar conseguir el texto despues de su redición en el 2020 sea complicado, no hay existencia digital siendo tan importante como se dice al inagurar el cyberpunk en Latinoamérica, es entonces cuando descubro que la ed planeta tiene que ver con la reedicion y el titulo que porta. Es una novela que quisiera leer no por como dicen ser la que fundamenta el cyberpunk sino por el personaje principal que se llama Zorro (si no se han dado cuenta de mi fanatismo por los zorros que hace aquí). Como decia que una editorial tan importante y quiero poner " " pues demuestra su gran poder para censurar su contenido digital y complicar su accesibilidad a la lectura. Si encuentran libros de ed planeta probablemente a nadie le interesan :v , el texto de la primera calle de la soledad es del año 93 un año antes de mi nacimiento lo que realmente justifica no la conozca y me sea complicado conseguir en físico, mis conocimientos de Philip k dick se dan por el basto contenido liberado en la web y en español aunque tuve que traducir the man in the higt caslte pues aun no llegaba hasta que fue el aniversario de blade runner, pero llego y fue abundante en cambio un texto que no tuvo que ser traducido se encuentra perdido ME ES RIDICULO.

En el hombre en lo alto del caatillo dice que aquel que se pregunta por su locura no puede estar loco, yo digo que la industria que no se pregunta por su contribución a la cultura es porque la está matando.

Tanto origins como 2019,2029 y la actual 2039 no han llegado a México y el conocimiento de la secuela de blade runner en libro tanto el 2 como el 3 dudo se comparta a menos que conozcan sus archivos digitales pues no fueron escritos por Philip k Dick.

Me encuentro trabajando otros textos de cyberpunk como Elefantman, la saga de Valiant (que es una editorial de comics al igual que la casa del pingüino, empeñados en dejar la cultura al acceso de unos cuantos) y en definitiva Cyberpunk 2077 de cuya saca tengo un vacío muy grande pero ya le voy tomando un poco.

Abra contenido de todo tipo, lamento si lo erótico les incomoda pero me he convencido en los ultimos meses de que es parte del arte y la censura no aplica aqui pues puede que en esas ilustraciones aprendamos algo.

Debi presentarme en cuanto retome Tumblr despues de que me robaran la anterior cuenta y la eliminara, ya habia llegado a los 120mil seguidores compartiendo frases de textos y películas que rescate lo cual me entristeció no por el número de alcance sino por los textos, frases y pensamientos que no volveré a tener la dicha de poseer.

Lo pense mucho si seguir aqui o no y quiero compartir un poco, que no se pierda del todo lo que leo y que tambien le sea util a alguna persona despertando su curiosidad por algún tema.

Por eso el Buhonero Da zorrow; por un personaje que me marco mucho en la adolecencia, el buhonero de RE 4 como olvidar aquel Welcome Strange, Not enough cash stranger... bienvenido extranjero, no hay suficiente dinero, extranjero. Da por su sonido fonético de the y zorrow que es sorrow pero con el juego de palabras con zorro, que se traduce como pena o dolor, tristeza como dice indio solari en una de sus canciones, soy un ladron que robo dolor, o opium tea: sabes que no soy el tipo de chicos que buscas, que te trate como una reina, aunque sea un poco hijo de puta, tú sabes que yo solo soy un traficante de tristezas, una cerilla sin cabeza, un muerto que ha aprendido a andar...

A grandes rasgos esa es la razon del porque traficar con tristezas, tomar de las cenizas y plantar cara a la inminente destruccion.

De una manera que se entienda, aunque no hablen español es que aqui pretenderemos desde lo más clandestino dejar un poco de cultura al mismo tiempo que expandamos el conocimiento. Someta las cadenas del cosumismo en mazas y la censura de la industria.

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