Usually I just save stuff like this to my drafts until I calm down but you know what, fuck it, I'm done.
Any so-called leftist who refuses to recognize that our options right now are "genocide abroad, progress at home" and "genocide abroad AND genocide at home" and that there is a significant difference between those two options is cordially invited to eat shit and die. We do not have time to entertain your anti-voting hopeless nonsense. A future in which we are able to move towards less death will always be preferable to the one in which we can't, and if you smug, sneering little clowns sacrifice that future on the altar of your own self-righteousness because you're too high on your own farts to realize how far up your own ass you are, I genuinely hope you fucking drown. Specifically, I hope you drown in the blood of the people who will die all over the world as a result of your bizarre refusal to work towards a future that doesn't include ethnic cleansing.
This is the United States. We sell war, here. I don't know how so many of you are only just now figuring that out, but you better get over your shock like yesterday because we are out of fucking time. We ran out of time when Reagan took office if not long before. You think not voting will improve any of this?
Keep calling, keep writing, keep screaming. Governments everywhere are (slowly) beginning to listen. Democrats are (slowly) beginning to listen. But Republicans never will, and if they seize power again next year (which they will absolutely do their damned to attempt), everything will be so, so much worse for everyone, everywhere. The work is slow and painful and imperfect but it will only get done if we show up and do the work, so keep calling, keep writing, keep screaming-- and when the time comes, you show up and vote for the future that lets us build a better tomorrow instead of just choking to death in the steaming shitpile of today.
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i will literally have to set the entire world on fire if it turns out soong did it. at the very least i will have. to lay facedown and sob for eternity like that one gif
Congrats, Anon, you've unlocked a
Playboyy Wild Ass Theory
This is truly the wildest ass theory I have ever had.
TLWR: The twins' dad is the sugar daddy and the housekeeper is going to be blamed.
I 100% KNOW Soong didn't do it.
My boy is innocent!
I knew that tape would come back to haunt Soong, and I liked that it came in the episode about people's sex tapes being leaked, even if the sex was consensual because the dad trying to force Soong into leaving his son by using that tape against him was disgusting.
The dad had that to hang over Soong's head, which Soong shrugged off, but whatever else the dad had on Soong has him pressed, and like I've mentioned before, I think Soong was the dog in the film.
I think the harness is in the perfect spot to cover up his tattoo.
I KNOW Soong did not kill anybody, but he also had a flashback to homeboy crying on his couch when First was crying.
I think this mysterious sugar daddy gave Soong good $$$ to film more sexually aggressive films,
but something happened that made the deal go south which is why the guys left the Playboyy Club since the transaction *should* be simple: sex = money . . .
Which is why I think Nuth is still lying since he is the only filmmaker on the roster who could've shot those films.
As @scarefox and @slonekaru mention in their post, all roads lead to this sugar daddy because we have been told he is very possessive and violent,
Which is why I think Soong is running scared instead of just simply breaking up with First.
And even though Prom had a dream about a body being found in a forest, which would later become a reality, this might be why Prom was in the hotel video since we know his life is being funded by this sugar daddy as well, so he might have tasked Prom with cleaning up a mess.
We've gone nine episodes hearing whispers of this sugar daddy, but I think we've heard more than whispers.
But how could Porsche not know his sugar daddy is his roommate's dad? How could Prom not know who his sex buddy's dad is? Because they DO know who he is!
Each episode begins with news highlighting sexual violence and a good portion of the cases have focused on people in power abusing their authority to either shame sex workers or sexually harm others as well as government officials being blackmailed for having sex in public restrooms or via webcam, parents forcing their children into sex work, and housekeepers being framed for murder.
All are interesting cases, but that last one is the most intriguing.
So like I wrote at the beginning, I think the twins' dad is the sugar daddy and this mysterious housekeeper is going to take the blame because if the dad is pissed about his sugar babies looking at other men, how livid would he be if he found out his own son was involved in sex work?
It seems wild, which is why it is my wildest ass theory yet, but what I do know, without a doubt, is my boy Soong is innocent. I know it doesn't look good for him right now.
But I would bet mine and his life on it.
Let's hope the narrative doesn't demand payment.
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Interspecies Adventures While Sick
“Hi again, Smooth Vibrations,” I rasped, trying not to cough. “I’ve got a pickup for Zhee.”
Running errands with a cold was never fun, but at least this one was quick. And I was even sure that I’d met this vendor before. Waterwills really do all look the same to human eyes, since the size and color of their column-of-jello bodies was liable to change depending on health, but this one was wearing a nametag. I say wearing, but really she had it floating near the front. I was glad for that. There was no chance I’d pick up the frequencies they identify each other by otherwise.
“Welcome back!” said Smooth Vibrations brightly. Someday I’d figure out how they produced sounds, but it had never felt polite to ask. “We haven’t seen your ship in a while. Is Zhee ill?”
I shook my congested head. “He’s fine; I’m sick. He’s just busy and asked me to grab his order on my way to go rest.” I sniffed, but only one nostril was working.
“Sounds like a big favor,” the Waterwill said as she extended an arm tendril to open a drawer.
“Eh, not too bad,” I told her. “It’s a minor sickness. I probably caught it from somebody on the last station a few days ago; I don't think anyone on my ship can even get human diseases.”
“That’s convenient,” Smooth Vibrations said. “If—”
My explosive sneeze interrupted her. I’d turned away and aimed into the crook of my arm, but it was a loud one. Also unpleasantly messy. I’d have to wash this shirt.
“Excuse me,” I said, wiping my nose on the sleeve. “Ugh.”
When I looked back at her, I found the Waterwill frozen in place, her surface covered in alarmed-looking spikes. Even the vague shapes floating about her interior had stilled. Before I could ask if she was okay, she exclaimed, “What was that?”
“A sneeze?” I said. “Have you not seen that before?”
“That’s normal?” she demanded. The spikes began flattening out.
“For sick humans, yes,” I said, digging in a pocket for a tissue. “Probably other species too. Something was irritating my breathing passages, and that’s a way to get it out. Automatically. I don’t have much control over it.” I glanced at my befouled sleeve. “More’s the pity.”
She started to say something else as I blew my nose, then she stopped. The spikes didn’t reappear, but I got the impression that she was shocked in a different way. I couldn’t blame her. Those snotty noises were gross even to me. One tissue was barely enough.
“What did you say?” she asked when I was done.
I re-wound my memory. “More’s the pity?” I asked.
“After that!” she said, sounding scandalized.
“I didn’t say anything. I just blew my nose.”
“Are you sure?” she pressed. “Because that sounded an awful lot like—” She produced a snotty sound of her own, which really did sound similar.
“Wow, is that your language? I swear I didn’t do it on purpose!” This was fascinating. “What did I say?”
Smooth Vibrations paused before saying, “May all your organs clump together.”
“No, I definitely didn’t mean to say that!” I assured her, laughing a bit. “I’m so sorry.”
“Apology accepted,” she said primly, going back to the drawer. “Let’s get you that order so you can go back to your ship and rest.”
“Yes please,” I said, looking down at the tissue and wondering what to do with it. Asking to throw it in her trash can just didn’t seem polite. I ended up crumpling it and shoving it in a pocket; I’d wash all my clothes later anyway. Bluh. I hate being sick.
“Here it is,” Smooth Vibrations announced, placing a flat case on the counter. “Do you want a bag?”
“Sure,” I said, trying to make out the brightly-colored text. “Your bags are really neat.”
Smooth Vibrations sounded proud as she said, “That’s Waterwill efficiency for you!” She moved the case into a clear bag that was made out of a thin layer of their patented solid-water technology. It didn’t get anything wet, and it would evaporate in a day. So clever. “I hope you get your rest, and Zhee enjoys his music. The Loud Ones are a fine band.”
“I don’t think I’ve heard their stuff, but the name sounds familiar,” I said as I picked up the bag. It felt smooth and cool against my fingers.
“Their biggest song is ‘What The Hell Is A Shuwog?’” she told me.
“Ohh, I remember that one!” I flashed back to my first day with this crew, and Paint’s lively rendition of the song about Mesmer body parts. Zhee had been particularly grumpy about it, insisting that the song was a dishonor to his glorious blade-arms. But now he was buying the album? I laughed, then had to cough. “This is why he wanted me to pick it up for him, instead of waiting for Paint to do her supply run!” I exclaimed. “She’d never let him live it down that he actually likes that song!”
Smooth Vibrations burbled in amusement. “Sounds like you’ve got some blackmail material if he ever sends you out while you’re sick again.” She waved me away with three arm tendrils. “Go rest!”
“I will!” I told her. “Thanks!” With another sniffle that was hopefully not a different rude word, I hurried back to my ship and a much-needed nap.
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The ongoing backstory of the main character from this book. More to come!
The shuwog bit is a callback to this story.
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