ok but the fact that sam's story line this episode was filmed before but aired after the whole gary lineker situation (i'm assuming) is such an indictment of the uk gov that their vile racism is so routine and ingrained that you can write stories about it down to the very detail and it plays out that eerily accurately.
but having said that, i'm really actually kind of appalled with the way sam's whole story was handled. the fact that it is a fucking to-the-letter accurate representation of the horrific political situation and the takeaway was... what? shit is wretched but anger will get you nowhere? forgive and move on in the face of actual violent injustice? sam's anger wasn't just lashing out, it was justified anger.
i appreciated the solidarity of the last scene, but i think with the stakes that they set up that story needed to be taken a lot more seriously within the larger story of the club -- keeley's storyline should have very involved in working ways to support and protect sam, there should have been a wider discussion about publicly supporting sam, the restaurant clean-up effort should have been a publicized response to condemn the violent policies sam was speaking out against and the violence and hate crimes it begets, and to show solidarity in fighting against it. that needed to be front and centre re: the ties that bind us, not just sam's side story with a feel-good coda.
like i think the dubai air story was handled better in the sense of the public facing aspect of it and the political weight of it. the fact that the consequences were knitted in with the club's story with the sponsor change, the entire team taking a public stance in solidarity, the press conference after. meanwhile this seemed very... hmmmmmmmmm yeah idk it didn't feel like it was given the weight that something sam's denouncements and the subsequent hate-fueled property damage really would have.
and esp bc we've since seen how an absolute institution like gary lineker was punished for similar criticisms, and how the solidaristic actions of other pundits refusing to go on air and publicly stating why was a huge deal as far as supporting that denouncement of state-sponsored racist violence. like the quiet response in the show feels really inadequate in light of that, you know?
it just felt like if they were gonna go there they needed to really commit to going there with all of the fall-out and club involvement it would entail, and they just didn't, which feels wishy-washy and frankly really dismissive. it was a writing choice to introduce this story and not actually deal with it with the weight it deserved.
really feels worse the more i think about it
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WIP Wednesday (of sorts)
This is late, but thank you for tagging me @gaeadene !
This is a little snippet of a Sukuna fic I'm working on. Even though it's a snippet, I'm gonna tag this as Dead Dove—this is not even fluffy but it's as fluffy as this piece is gonna get.
➛ though this isn't sexual in nature (it's more of a powerplay—a bored, well-fed tiger pawing at its prey for its own amusement), there is still heavy noncon/dubcon touching (for additional, spoiler-related reasons below the cut as well). Dehumanisation. Forced vulnerability. Shame and humiliation. Forced compliance (Sukuna sticks his fingers in your mouth just because he can). Power imbalance. Biting/violence. Taunting/mocking. Includes Manga spoilers, and more spoilery tags under the cut.
I can't think of any tags to add, but anyone who wants to participate is welcome!! 🖤
+ Sukuna is still in Megumi's body right now, which in itself is immediately non-con. Megumi was shown to be—at least marginally—aware of what was going on. This will never be consensual due to this parasitic relationship/dynamic.
Sukuna leers at you, all four eyes narrowed into a bleeding ravine of wicked glee, as he takes in the wetness of your eyes when he purposely pushes in too deep, nails scratching soft tissue at the back of your throat. They crinkle with his smirk when you gag, choking on his stolen fingers.
The way he touches you is cruel. Dehumanising. Each languid thrust, each stroke, meant to hurt, meant to shame. It's a grandiose display of power, but one you can do so little about. Trapped between the slick wall of the bath, and the bulk of his borrowed body, what else is there to do but take it?
Your horror, to him, is just a bug trapped under glass, furiously pawing at the walls to escape.
Sukuna, in all his stolen glory, is a King playing with his food.
The thought is a poisoned seed in your chest as he puppets Fushiguro's body like he has the right to. Fury gathers in the hinge of your jaw, and you allow it to fill you. Unconsciously clenching your teeth on the outstroke, choking on both the assault of his appendages and the fire of your rage.
The scrape of your teeth across his knuckle doesn't split your head from your neck but instead brings a smirk to his face—an ugly, twisted thing; a chimaera-like grin that's too crooked and feral and full of fanged teeth—and it's that alone, humour from the King, that makes you flinch.
But you won't cower. You won't tremble. He wants your weakness. To lord it over your head while he severs it at the stem.
You refuse to give it to him.
Sukuna leans in, pushing his knuckles into your gums.
“Heh…Are you going to bite me?” He mocks, chin lowering as the second set of eyes drops to your jaw, your mouth. The slickness of your spittle drooling down your chin, gathering against your collarbones. It seems to ignite something inside of him—a sick sense of intrigue, curiosity. You could almost liken it to a child pulling on the paper-thin wings of a butterfly, but the cruelty, the evil in the curve of carmine is more than the sinister ignorance, the innocence, of a child.
Your jaw twinges. Your teeth press in a little harder.
You shouldn't. You shouldn't—
(But: maybe that little bug has fangs, too.)
It’s teeth cutting through skin, tissue. Bluntly hitting the cartilage of his knuckle, his bones. Your mouth is flooded with the briny, sickly tang of his blood drenching your teeth, your tongue. It's enough to make you choke all over again, but there's a war looming in the whites of his eyes. A challenge that you'll meet, with crooked, jagged teeth, until he tires of this game and cuts you from temple to temple.
Where you expect anger, instead he grins wider, now, all teeth and fire, and it should have been a warning. A siren in the distance screaming of danger. But with your teeth scraping against his bones, there isn't much you can do to flee in time.
“Heh, heh, keh…” his shoulders shake as he laughs, mouth pinched shut as if trying to hold himself back, but it doesn't work. It spills from deep within his guts, a booming laugh that sounds like a detonation inside the small bathhouse. Powerful enough to rattle your bones. To make your heart tremble as regret seeps in.
“Haha!” He leans in close, eyes wide. Feverish. “What's this? I underestimated you. Not bad, not bad... I thought you were just going to sit there and let me play with you until I was bored. Heh, heh. How amusing.”
You should let go. You should—
But like a dog with a bone, you don't let go. Can't, maybe. Misfiring instincts. Locked-jawed around the hand that can quarter you with barely a flick.
He doesn't give you time to do much of anything. With your teeth still embedded in his fingers, Sukuna leans forward with the feral grace of a tiger on the hunt, and where you expect a crushed skull, a head cleaved through the middle, you're met with the starchy bristles of his hair brushing over your stuffed mouth where his blood bubbles, dribbling down your chin.
“An eye for an eye, as they say…” comes the taunt, drenched in sadistic glee, before his mouth opens wide, and he leans into the curve of your neck.
It's searing pain. Dagger-like canines rip into the flesh around your pulse. A purposeful choice, you're sure.
Sukuna's lips curl back from his teeth to dig them in as deep as he can, until the soft, firm ridge of his gums sinks into the holes he made. A rumble spills from his chest. Bubbling laughter bayed by the clench of his jaw. Stemmed, only just, as he tries to bite through bone.
This is just a rough snippet. It will def change as I'm kinda on the fence about Megu!Kuna for the psychological impact it will have on you/MC when the story actually develops into more; or as True Form Sukuna (just so he can also bite your thigh with his belly mouth just because). Anyway!!!!! Hope you enjoyed
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