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eaglesnick · 6 months

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“Aristocracy is always cruel.” - Wendell Phillips

Providing you are old enough you will remember the financial crash of 2008, and even if you are not, we are all suffering from its catastrophic economic fallout to this day.

The Tory Party, never slow to miss a chance for blaming others, spread the lie, and continues to spread the lie, that the Labour government of the day was responsible for the economic collapse in this country. Regardless of what the Conservative Party may say, it wasn’t the Labour Party that ruined the economy it was greedy bankers. In fact, it was Prime Minister Gordon Brown who played a pivotal role in SAVING the financial sector from total collapse.

“The weekend Gordon Brown saved the banks from the abyss." ( Guardian: 21/02/10)

and

“Paul Krugman, an American professor, has been awarded the Nobel prize for economics - hours after writing that Gordon Brown might have saved the world financial system." (The Telegraph: 13/10/2008)

Originating in the United States, the 2007-2008 financial crisis came about when the US housing market collapsed. Predatory lending by financial institutions, and excessive risk taking in the pursuit of easy money, resulted in the collapse of the financial sector. In short, old-fashioned greed by the already rich led to the near meltdown of economies across the world.

Spreading the lie that it was the Labour Party who had caused the economy to collapse the Tory Party and Liberal Democrats formed a coalition government and immediately imposed a policy of austerity on the country wrongly claiming it was the only way to grow the economy. This has proved disastrous for ordinary working families, in particular the poor.

“On a more human level, many negative social trends seem to be linked to austerity politics. Rough sleeping has more than doubled since 2010, while the number of homeless families have risen by more than 60 per cent. The numbers using food banks have spiralled, from around 41,000 in 2010 to over one million by 2016-17. Such developments appear to be linked to various significant reforms affecting the welfare system, and in particular controversial new policies launched since 2010, such as Universal Credit and the ‘Bedroom Tax’. (Sage Journals: 05/03/19)

Writing in the Guardian, Polly Toynbee asks this question of posh-boy David Cameron and his pal George Osborne:

“After promising that we were “all in it together", why did his axe fall on the weakest, poorest and sickest people, and on children, leaving his middle England voters unscathed? (04/02/21)

I would answer that this is what Conservative governments ALWAYS do and Rishi Sunak’s Tory administration is no different. Jeremy Hunt is rumoured to be contemplating cutting welfare payments to poor and sick to fund the reduction of inheritance tax paid by the rich.

“Welfare cuts worth billions planned by ministers. (BBC News: 13/11/23)

and

“The Institute for Fiscal Studies has said abolishing inheritance tax would cost an estimated £7bn a year, half of the benefit of which would be enjoyed by people inheriting estates worth £2.1m or more.” (Yahoo News: 17/11/23)

It’s reassuring to know that millionaire, posh-buy Hunt, –related to the Royal Family, Head of School at Charterhouse and then onto Oxford where David Cameron and Boris Johnson were his contemporaries – is keeping up the English tradition of the ruling class maintaining their wealth and riches at the expense of the poor.

Although rarely included in today’s Anglican services and hymn singing, this verse from ‘All Things Bright And Beautiful’ (which was sung in English schools in the 1950’s and 1960’s) says it all. Following the chorus

“All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small,, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.”

we have this verse:

“The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, And ordered their estate.”

Although this particular verse is largely omitted when sung today, its sentiment hasn’t. Our posh-boy Tory leaders still see their positions of power and wealth as “God given” and when sacrifice is needed to maintain their wealth and privilege it is the “poor man at his gate” who ALWAYS pays the price.

#uk politics #boris johnson #rishi sunak #jeremy hunt #aristocracy #posh boys #poor #castles #poverty #austerity #inheritance #social justice

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year

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In ur girls against god universe do u see Ava and bea having jobs? I mean they’re loaded and saved the world so I get it if they’re retired by 30 lol but I guess if not jobs what hobbies do u see them doing ?

lmfao i think abt this all the time actually! in my practical moments i’m like yah they still help w the ocs etc, i don’t do well writing complicated plot lol so ava still has the halo in a mostly normal way. they tell their friends they “vacation in spain” lol. the ocs is also their family so that’s kind of true.

in my head they have like unlimited within reason catholic church money + bea’s a nepo baby lol so other than that they don’t ~have~ to work. i think ava endearingly might want to go study smth at university for a bit, still live w bea & go to classes part time. idk if she’d rly go get a degree but she’d just wanna see what it’s like (compared to everything? kinda boring, honestly, but fun to bring bea to a frat party once, & ava enjoys some of her classes). ava is obviously really smart but i think she probably works w ocs & jillian etc more than tries to go get an advanced degree or fancy job etc

i think bea is underneath it all extremely nurturing & patient so i love to think that she teaches aikido & kendo to kids part time. ava also loves this bc she’s like bea you got to practice with ME! :) bea loves to teach that aikido is abt discipline & skill & compassion & she talks to children respectfully like they’re just small adults, so obviously all the kids just adore her. i think they also both enjoy languages so maybe something w that.

but if i put them in LA they can be hot & generationally wealthy w mysterious jobs abroad & a little side hustle without any questions lmfao

#blah blah i know vowing poverty means giving up any inheritances but #idk she gets it back idc lol

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gaytwirights · 1 year

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Entrance exams fucked me up so bad I'm genuinely thinking of a thematic analysis of Seth Twiright, and his relation to the main Themes of Evillious

#seth twiright #evillious chronicles #in case anyone's curious #the Evillious themes are #the complexity of parenthood and inheritance #how evil cannot exist on a vacuum #how money and power corrupt and also noble poverty #isolation as a catalyst for a downward spiral #hurt people hurt people #the lack of autonomy and being a doll #complicated relationships with identity and mirrors and reincarnation #imperialism and conquest and superiority (and money)#and finally. catholics are kinda fucked up #or at least those are the ones i can think of rn #if anyone has suggestions. pls tell me #but don't expect a response i'm in school rn

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wettestwraith · 2 years

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I really do hate the meritocratic notion that poor people are people that aren't working hard enough which is why they are poor in the first place, like I'm sorry we could've prolly been "middle class" if it weren't for the fact that my country has been colonized three times by Spain, America and Japan for about 500 years which rendered my ancestors impoverished

#anti capitalism #i got lucky tho since my great grandparents were able to buy land since they were really cheap at the time #and my grandmother married a guy with a well-paying job #still poor though #but yknow i couldve had it worse #its not as if people didnt have some freedoms at the time #but yknow colonization undeniably kinda contributed to my family's financial situation #poverty is inherited pass it on #yeah yknow wars kinda do make people's living situation shit #something something the economy is shit because of them

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chantlight · 8 months

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honestly, although Matthias and Tigana's wealth had been seized by the crown and Anthony + Cassandra didn't really inherit anything [just a few items], growing up in the Prelate of the Mortalitasi's manse was pretty bougie. especially since Vestalus regularly brought his work home. sections of the manse were magically temperature controlled. the kitchen probably had the equivalent of a refrigerator / refrigerated section if not a freezer as well. there would be charms to regulate pests, both mundane and supernatural. mage lights wouldn't be uncommon. basically, everything you need to keep the corpses in good shape [which is pretty standard in necropoleis, at least for families who can afford it] + a few extra amenities because of his position.

it wasn't palatial, though. it wasn't a manor house. definitely large, definitely beautiful, definitely well-appointed, but not to the point of opulence. and, it wasn't purely residential. Mortalitasi live in necropoleis, but they are only caretakers of these cities; they belong to the dead. I like the use of the word manse in canon. they were probably trying to imply a mansion, but I really do think of a manse which was the home of a clergyman. a decent-sized property but one the priest could maintain himself. I do think the prelate's manse is larger than that and they had a small staff, but the religious associations are spot-on.

#OOC / HOLLY.#so it was like. a large manse or a small mansion y'know #some halfway point between the two #so very nice accommodations but not the height of wealth and luxury #important to note that it's not uncommon for Mortalitasi to inherit and to own property outside of necropoleis #Vestalus def has rooms in the palace since as prelate he's one of Markus' chief advisors #idk about him having other property but he Could #technically it's not illegal under Chantry law for mages to inherit; own property; marry; etc #it's just that due to the Circle system and stigma against mages it pretty much never happens #you get disinherited and shit. also the Chantry basically owns you 🙃 what's theirs is theirs and what's yours is theirs #Nevarra has very different attitudes toward mages tho esp since they came to power at court early in the Dragon Age #so it's not unheard of for Mortalitasi to inherit; own property; even marry #I wanna say one was once crowned and that was a Whole Thing #ANYWAY it happens altho it's more common during some periods than others #and there's also always been a religious association with the Mortalitasi akin to the priesthood #so there's often an expectation to forego worldly wealth and glory y'know #they don't technically swear oaths of poverty [and ofc the ideal doesn't always match reality even if they did swear such oaths]#but they are like sworn to serve spirits and the dead etc and they're caretakers of necropoleis so [hand waves]#long story short Cassandra grew up well off but not RICH rich #like upper middle class y'know?

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yanderenightmare · 3 months

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TW: yandere, classism, degradation, possessiveness, obsessiveness, blackmail

gn reader - feminine clothing (jewelry: earrings, necklace)

Thinking about your rich boyfriend…

Rich boyfriend – who buys you clothes and jewelry every time you have a date, even when you tell him you feel bad receiving them all – that you have nowhere to wear such nice things – that a simple date is really more than enough.

Rich boyfriend – who ignores you with a smile and shake of his head, asking you how you expect him to stop when you’re just the absolute cutest? Looking at him with those moon-big eyes, humble crinkle between your brows, and your lip tucked nervously between your teeth to keep from gawking.

Rich boyfriend – who orders for you at all the restaurants he takes you to because he knows you’ve never been anywhere like it. Looking so adorably lost in your seat, flushed when staring at the menu written in a language you can’t read – knowing even if you could, you still wouldn't know what any of it meant. You’re so, so, so precious – eyes peeled like you’re a pet who’s just been allowed at the table for the first time.

Rich boyfriend – who plays four instruments, speaks five languages, went to an Ivy League institution, and will inherit his entire family’s business being the spoiled only child that he is.

Rich boyfriend – who just loves the messy household you grew up in – loves how you and your siblings interact with each other, looking like a bundle of pups all crammed in the same cage at a pet store – how your childhood bedroom is the size of his closet – filled with all sorts of trinkets you’ve kept growing up – stuff that would usually wind up in the trash at his house – polaroids of you as a teenager, past boyfriends in kissing booths, prom pictures, concert tickets, and old rusty friendship lockets.

It’s all so… He scoffs. The word for it escapes him.

Suppose he doesn’t quite recognize the pricelessness of sentimental value as opposed to something actually sellable – but he finds it cute that you do.

Though, it bothers him to some degree as well… that you would value an old pair of earrings gifted you by your grandmother instead of the actual antique diamond pair he’d procured for you. After all, one was a real historic piece worth a fortune a Russian duchess had snuck into England during the war, and the other was old junk made by a noname jeweler.

Rich boyfriend – who chokes on his spit when you sit him down and tell him you want to break up – who thinks he’s misheard – that you’re joking, playing some uncultured game he’s never been exposed to, some ill-taste past-time only poor people do to escape their bitter reality.

But you’re not joking…

You’re breaking up with him…You.. You… broke trash of worker-class scum… you’re breaking up with him?

You give him back all his gifts in a cardboard box – telling him you’re grateful but that you truly don’t have any use for such things – that you think your worlds are too different to coincide.

Of course, you refrain from telling him you think he’s a classist snob. You have a feeling it would have gone completely over his head if you’d tried anyway, so there really was no point to it.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who’s never been told no in his entire life…

Rich ex-boyfriend – who buys your street and plans on scrapping it to make brand new mansions in a project he dubs “cleaning up the slums” – evicting and putting you and your entire family out of the home you’d spent your entire life growing up in.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who thinks you’re crawling back to him when you schedule an appointment at his office – who thinks you’re going to come in with bleary wet eyes and grovel like the lowly peasant you are – let him save you from poverty and homelessness, make you his charity case – his pretty diamond in the rough who’s never quite able to wash all the coal off.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who trashes that same office when you leave after having given him the address to the pawnshop you sold the one pearl necklace you’d kept as a token of your relationship – telling him he should feel free to go down there and get it back – that you’re using the money to buy a better house and you just wanted to come and thank him for that.

Of course, you wanted to slap him too – spit on his tie or maybe just take a piss on his desk – but you left it at that.

Rich ex-boyfriend – whose next move is to buy your family business, who hires a private eye to dig up dirt on you and all your family, burying you in fines from age-old petty crimes, gets you kicked from your scholarship.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who goes to that pawnshop and reports the pearl necklace as a stolen item and has the police arrest you. Spinning a story about how he thought you were this humble sweet thing, only for you to rob him behind his back.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who comes to visit you in the custody suite where you sit cooped up with all the other wretched mutts on the cold concrete floors – scolding you for making him come down to a dirty police precinct, for having him breathe the same air as all the lowlives held up there.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who tells you he’ll make it all go away.

He’ll drop the charges, let your family keep their house – or buy them an even better one, whichever you prefer – he’ll even promote your family business and pay for all your siblings' education – he’ll give you everything.

Anything you want, it’s yours.

But he owns you.

BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul

JJK – Sukuna, Gojo, Naoya

HQ – Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins

BLLK – Reo, Rin

HxH – Illumi

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wilwheaton · 1 year

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The GOP wonders why young people (and others) don't want to vote for them. Some wise scribe assembled this list.

1.) Your Reagan-era “trickle-down economics” strategy of tax breaks for billionaires that you continue to employ to this day has widened the gap between rich and poor so much that most of them will never be able to own a home, much less earn a living wage.

2.) You refuse to increase the federal minimum wage, which is still $7.25 an hour (since 2009). Even if it had just kept up with inflation, it would be $27 now. You’re forcing people of all ages but especially young people to work multiple jobs just to afford basic necessities.

3.) You fundamentally oppose and want to kill democracy; have done everything in your power to restrict access to the ballot box, particularly in areas with demographics that tend to vote Democratic (like young people and POC). You staged a fucking coup the last time you lost.

4.) You have abused your disproportionate senate control over the last three decades to pack the courts with religious extremists and idealogues, including SCOTUS—which has rolled back rights for women in ways that do nothing but kill more women and children and expand poverty.

5.) You refuse to enact common sense gun control laws to curb mass shootings like universal background checks and banning assault weapons; subjecting their entire generation to school shootings and drills that are traumatizing in and of themselves. You are owned by the NRA.

6.) You are unequivocally against combatting climate change to the extent that it’s as if you’ve made it your personal mission to ensure they inherit a planet that is beyond the point of no return in terms of remaining habitable for the human race beyond the next few generations.

7.) You oppose all programs that provide assistance to those who need it most. Your governors refused to expand Medicaid even during A PANDEMIC. You are against free school lunches, despite it being the only meal that millions of children can count on to actually receive each day

8.) You are banning books, defunding libraries, barring subject matter, and whitewashing history even more in a fascistic attempt to keep them ignorant of the systemic racism that this nation was literally founded upon and continues to this day in every action your party takes.

9.) You oppose universal healthcare and are still trying to repeal the ACA and rip healthcare from tens of millions of Americans and replace it with nothing. You are against lowering the cost of insulin and prescription drugs that millions need simply to LIVE/FUNCTION in society.

10.) You embrace white nationalists, Neo-Nazis, and other groups that are defined by their intractable racism, xenophobia, bigotry, and intolerance. You conspired with these groups on January 6th to try to overthrow the U.S. government via domestic terrorism that KILLED PEOPLE.

11.) You oppose every bill aimed at making life better for our nation’s youth; from education to extracurricular and financial/nutritional assistance programs. You say you want to “protect the children” while you elect/nominate pedophiles and attack trans youth and drag queens.

12.) You pretend to be offended by “anti-semitism” while literally supporting, electing, and speaking at events organized by Nazis. You pretend to hate “cancel culture” despite the fact that you invented it and it’s basically all you do.

13.) Every word you utter is a lie. You are the party of treason, hypocrisy, crime, and authoritarianism. You want to entrench rule by your aging minority because you know that you have nothing to offer young voters and they will never support you for all these reasons and more.

14.) You’re so hostile to even the notion of helping us overcome the mountain of debt that millions of us are forced to take on just to pay for our post K-12 education that you are suing to try to prevent a small fraction of us from getting even $10,000 in loan forgiveness.

15.) You opened the floodgates of money into politics via Citizens United; allowing our entire system of government to become a cesspool of corruption, crime, and greed. You are supposed to represent the American people whose taxes pay your salary but instead cater to rich donors.

16.) You respond to elected representatives standing in solidarity with their constituents to protest the ONGOING SLAUGHTER of children in schools via shootings by EXPELLING THEM FROM OFFICE & respond to your lack of popularity among young people by trying to raise the voting age.

17.) You impeach Democratic presidents over lying about a BJ but refuse to impeach (then vote twice to acquit) a guy whose entire “administration” was an international crime syndicate being run out of the WH who incited an insurrection to have you killed.

18.) You steal Supreme Court seats from democrats to prevent the only black POTUS we’ve ever had from appointing one and invent fake precedents that you later ignore all to take fundamental rights from Americans; and even your “legitimate” appointments consist of people like THIS (sub-thread refuting CJ Roberts criticisms of people attacking SCOTUS' legitimacy).

19.) You support mass incarceration even for innocuous offenses or execution by cop for POC while doing nothing but protect rich white criminals who engage in such things as tax fraud, money laundering, sex trafficking, rape/sexual assault, falsifying business records, etc.

20.) You are the reason we can’t pass:—Universal background checks—An assault weapons ban—The ‘For the People/Freedom to vote’ Act or John Lewis Voting Rights Act—The ERA & Equality Act—The Climate Action Now Act—The (Stopping) Violence Against Women Act—SCOTUS expansion.

21.) You do not seek office to govern, represent, or serve the American people. You seek power solely for its own sake so you can impose your narrow-minded puritanical will on others at the expense of their most fundamental rights and freedoms like voting and bodily autonomy.

22.) Ok, last one. You are trying to eliminate social security and Medicare that tens of millions of our parents rely on and paid into their entire lives. And you did everything to maximize preventable deaths from COVID leaving millions of us in mourning.

Source: https://imgur.com/gallery/e8DBZLH

#republicans are garbage #uspol

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rinissse · 1 year

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It's a really strange feeling how people's perception of me are different from what I was used to. Like everyone in school knew I grew up poor, but now as an adult, a 45 minute drive away to some irrelevant college or work, some strangers would assume I'm well off or never faced any hardships. Like we go to the same college and I qualified for financial aid but you didn't, or we work the same job. The cognitive dissonance is real. It was the first time someone ever made that assumption about me. I am now guessing it was their prejudice toward me because I'm Asian because that was the only thing obviously different. I didn't know where these ideas came from and I'm not responsible for their prejudice, but Asians have literally never been privileged in this country.

Also, people my ethnicity have alarmingly high rates of poverty and have absolutely no generational wealth from centuries of persecution and genocide.

#growing up asian #like asians in asia still face all the financial problems we have here #38% poverty rate let's go!!!!#genocide #asian american #hmong #model minority myth #aapi #aapi heritage month #aapi history #might be a touch of colorism too because i lost my tan #colorism #i have debt #if you rob me you should inherit my debt too #it takes 2 minutes of research #like did you skip history class?#internment camps?#exclusion acts that barred asians from even entering the U.S.

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wireddless · 6 months

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pairing: Coriolanus Snow/Reader

cw: 17+ hate. fucking. dubcon, possessive behavior, corio is emotionally abusive, vaguely implied Plinth reader, p in v, unprotected sex, nsfw below the cut,

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a/n: i just know hes so hung you guys i want him so bad

Living in the shadow of Lucy Gray was never an easy feat. That’s all she was after the erasure; a shadow, soon to be only a whisper on the sleeping breath of Coriolanus. The closest he could ever feel to real love was with the District 12 songbird, and had she been more than just a district animal, a member of the Capitol, there was no doubt in your mind he would have married her instead.

Your days at the academy, a few years his inferior, were spent in the naive mindset that he was fully capable of love. However, the only true love he would ever feel was towards the power in his cold-handed grasp. After your graduation, you continued living with your family, their prized figurehead of poise and beauty, until they managed to propose your hand to him, only a year or so before he became president.

Coriolanus, living on top of his family’s hidden debt and poverty, accepted nearly immediately, driven by the thought of the millions that came with your name. Your family, so charmed by the icy man, was manipulated into paying for the lavish ceremony. A Capitol wedding was a spectacle to behold, a sea of colored heads and garments, textiles in unique patterns decorating the spectators in a myriad of colors. An insipid eye-sore, in his opinion.

And there you were, the pale lavender of your dress cascading down your body like the drapes that covered a window in a lonely mansion, baby fat gone. The bright light in your eyes that has now long-since faded, the happy expression you held, truly believing the facade he had put on to convince your family that he was a perfect match, it all fueled a fire of satisfaction in his psyche. He remembered the young girl from their studious days, the sneaky glances shot his way from a face framed by baby fat, it was so easy to take advantage of a schoolgirl crush, to charm his way right into your heart. He’d never go hungry again, and he could finally focus solely on his rise to power.

Or so he thought. When you managed to pick his intentions apart and discovered the cunning and manipulative nature of the man, you became defiant, fucking petulant. Your once tender and loving gaze, seeking to nurture and care for him, hardened like the calcium deposits on the well pumps in the poorer districts of Panem. He heard in passing from the workers of the house about your violent fits of tears late at night. It wasn’t like he cared, hell, the idea of your reddened face damp with tears and snot amused him to no end. But fuck if it didn’t annoy him when Tigris became your closest friend and confidant.

Coriolanus kept you locked away in the golden cage of his home, not permitting the men of his staff to go near you, forcing you to discuss with him the simplest task of visiting your own family. You were still the key to his now inherited wealth, a prize that he had won with cunning and malicious tactics, and the thought of you straying into the arms of another man, who could take you, who could take even a bit of the control he held, it infuriated him to no end.

It took almost a year for you to realize that without your family, he was completely broke, and it took almost two to realize he never once held even a glimmer of fondness towards you, that he was using you. Tigris, who had spoken to you during her regular visits, had become the arms you fell into when the agony of your situation first befell you. Her hands wrapped around your body as she shushed and hummed quietly were a solace to you as the pain dawned on you. Three years after your marriage, you would speak in hushed tones over cooling tea, not bothering to hide your glare when Coriolanus bothered joining. He was no longer the subject matter of your conversations with Tigris, instead discussing gossip that had spread through the yammering mouths of Capitol citizens, and the newest trends to pass around them. She had become your dearest friend, one he couldn’t find a valid reason to hide you from. Though he never would admit while his heart was still beating, despite your shared animosity, you were still his favorite accessory.

The Reaping ceremonies for the next annual Hunger Games would begin soon, which became a sensitive topic between you and Coriolanus. It was no secret to you who Lucy Gray Baird had been, who she had been to him. What the hunger games meant to him. You resented her. Not for the place she held near his heart, but for managing to escape him before he had caged her.

The fire of your arguments was always sparked by her name, the tinder and fuel having already been prepared by the years of building resentment. Almost always in his office, your hands would shove him back as he rapidly approached you after you provoked him with harsh and unforgiving words, only fanning the flame of hatred he felt towards you. Then he would corner you, your back against the wall as one hand found your neck and the other found your hair, his fingernails digging at your scalp. His minty breath falling out of his mouth in heavy gasps as he fought the urge to kill you right there. You made him feel as though he was an animal from the districts, dirty and foaming at the mouth. And he hated that.

“You know I would never harm you.” He’d always reassure you when his grip on your throat finally loosened, his eyes taking in the way you would suck in air he had prevented from reaching your lungs. Coriolanus considered what little he allowed you, even the air you breathed, a favor. He thought himself generous, benevolent even. He wasn’t of course, and you were always quick to point that out.

Today's argument was only different in setting, within the walls of your shared bedroom rather than his office. You had shoved him, predictable, and turned to storm away, wanting to find a guest room to sleep in instead. But before you could reach the door, his hand had yanked you by your hair back towards him before nearly throwing you on the bed. When you sat up to scramble away, he shoved you back down by your shoulders and crawled on top of you, effectively pinning you to the mattress, an echo of your frequent taunts. It was rare that you two would actually be in such a position, as neither of you particularly craved intimacy with one-another, yet the way one hand slid up your negligee and gripped the curve of your thigh conveyed a much different message tonight.

“I just wish you’d shut up for once, you know that?” He growled. Coriolanus Snow was an aggressive lover. He put all his weight on his forearm strung across your chest to keep you pinned down as his fingers left their place on your thigh and slid up to the junction of your legs, cupping your heat rather aggressively before shoving them aside and sliding his fingers over your folds to find the sensitive and rather neglected bundle of nerves. You could hardly hide the shudder that overcame you as you responded.

“Fuck you!” You spat at him, writhing under his touch. Your head fell back on the luxurious sheets and you bit back a moan as he swirled his fingers in a circular motion over your clit, stirring the lust you had repressed to life. How he loved to see your eyes rolling back into your skull as you fought surrendering to his ministrations. The edges of his mouth lifted in a smug little smirk when your arousal became more evident, making your cunt slick and pliable.

Oh, how he adored to see his poor, neglected wife fall victim to her own human nature. It made him want to consume you whole, like you were a treat he got all to himself. Coriolanus’s mouth fell to your collarbone and his teeth scraped over the thin skin as he slipped his middle finger inside your sopping hole, earning an earnest mewl from your normally argumentative lips. He bit down rather hard at the junction of your neck and shoulder as he slowly, teasingly pumped his finger in and out. This would be easier than he thought.

He tilted his head back up to take in the sight of your demeanor flickering to something more vulnerable, before taking your mouth with his. He kissed you like you provided the air he needed to breathe, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate. You’d be a fool to say you didn’t still crave him after the years of strained marriage. His teeth clashed with yours as you both attempted to deepen the kiss. When he pushed another finger inside of you, hooking them and speeding up, your mouth fell open with a shaky moan, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

When your mother described to you what sex was like, she explained it like an intimate dance, where two souls would merge with love and passion. But it was never like that between the two of you. It was always a battle, aggressive and antagonistic as one of you sought to take something from the other. For Coriolanus, it was a display of his authority and control. His fingers quickened in pace and your hips bucked up into his hand, searching for more friction that would aid in your release. And he was benevolent wasn’t he? Who would he be to deny such a rare and primal pleasure? His fingers continued their attack on the spongy roof of your walls, pushing you closer and closer until your hand tore at the skin of his back with the intensity of your orgasm. Still seeing stars, he pulled his lips from yours and hovered them over your ear, his cheek brushing against yours, damp with tears.

“See how easy everything can be when you just stop resisting me at every turn?” You opened your mouth to respond, to bite back when the arm that pinned you down quickly shifted so his hand could cup over your mouth. He loved shutting you up. His silent voice hissed in your ear with a lingering promise. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”

So focused on his words and hot breath on your ear, you almost didn’t notice when he pulled his fingers from inside you to tug down your panties, discarding them somewhere behind him before fumbling with the breeches he slept in, the cold air of the room hitting his stiff cock. He brought that same hand up before him, spitting in it and spreading the wetness of his saliva over his hardened length. Barely giving you a second to process all that was happening, he pressed himself inside of you, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow furrowing as your tight, wet heat engulfed him entirely.

Having not been intimate with him in so long, it was like he was splitting you open, and you cried out with pleasure into his hand, your own lashes pressing together as you took his total length. Coriolanus didn’t remain still for long, and his hips soon began setting a bruising pace, his balls slapping against your ass as he fought the urge to moan himself, not wanting to appear any less in control than he was. Your muffled gasps spurred him on, practically driving him mad as he pummeled into you. The volume difference when he removed his hand from your mouth and forearm from your chest was quite noticeable, and his fingers wove into your hair once more, holding your head back against the bed as he swallowed your moans with his mouth.

The stinging pain of your nails in the skin of his back when they flung around him was dulled by the sheer thrill he felt taking you like this. The hand that coaxed your orgasm out of you found its way to your thigh again, pushing it up over your torso to rest on your shoulder, allowing him to thrust deeper inside of you as his fingers dug into the hot and tender skin. You nearly screamed into his mouth from the change in sensation as his hips came flush with yours over and over again. For a brief moment, he pulled away from the kiss to bite and suck at the skin of your neck, letting you sing out unmuted by his hand, as he imagined his songbird would so many years ago.

Coriolanus hated you. He hated almost everything about you. He resented you the way you resented him, but he was still addicted to you. Addicted to the control you allowed him as he fucked you stupid, to the way your pitful moans were brought about by him, to the dumb fucking look on your face as your body managed to make his hips stutter and falter as he came inside you with a low moan. He didn’t care about pulling out. You were his wife, a state figurehead, it was part of the job description to give birth to his children. Maybe getting you pregnant would even do him the favor of shutting you up. He didn’t bother helping you clean up as you readjusted your nightgown, instead opting to wipe the sweat from his brow and tuck himself back in the satin pants he intended on sleeping in.

Coriolanus Snow was not capable of real love. All those close enough to him were well-aware of that fact, including you. But when he crawled into the bed and pulled you, still breathless and trembling, up next to him, when he tucked your head into his chest in a possessive manner, your hands pressed against his heated chest, when he fell asleep holding you like you’d run away too, you momentarily convinced yourself he might have been able to love.

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1972nd Meeting, 85th Session, Committee on the Elimination of Discrimination against Women (CEDAW)

CEDAW 85th Session (08 - 26 May 2023)

Provisional agenda.

Opening of the session.

Adoption of the agenda and organization of work.

Report of the Chair on activities undertaken between the eighty-fourth and eighty-fifth sessions of the Committee.

Consideration of reports submitted by States parties under article 18 of the Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination against Women.

Follow-up to the consideration of reports submitted by States parties under article 18 of the Convention.

Implementation of articles 21 and 22 of the Convention.

Ways and means of expediting the work of the Committee.

Activities of the Committee under the Optional Protocol to the Convention.

Provisional agenda for the eighty-sixth session of the Committee.

Adoption of the report of the Committee on its eighty-fifth session.

#Committee on the Elimination of Discrimination against Women (CEDAW)#CEDAW #Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination against Women #legal protection #inheritance #property rights #Access to credit #women #poverty #panel discussion

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geekmystic · 1 year

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I'm too poor to claim my inheritance.

If you're broke and have an inheritance waiting for you. Good fucking luck getting it. Because you need a lawyer and they'll want money up front. $1k-$2k. That's BEFORE you can touch the money that's rightfully yours.

If you're not the executor, then it can get worse. If the executor thinks you're too poor and gross to inherit anything, they can just laugh in your face and run away. How do you fight it? Paying $3k or more for an estate litigator.

I have ~$1600 saved up. So of course, my car broke down and I'm going to be back to $0.

#estate planning #inheritance #poverty #lawyer #social justice #privilege

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theorderofthetriad · 1 year

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"We must assume [X] about character, it makes the most sense (to me) that that's canonical, if you assume anything otherwise you are wrong*!"

*morally!

can we PLEASE fucking stop this????

#lotta people making big claims about Izzy and saying what he must and must not be and i'm kinda fucking sick of it #like it was bad enough w/ the person in the tag going ''harassing people is bad but izzy has shown himself to be racist and homophobic''#and then i had to get hit in the face with ANOTHER ''how DARE people think izzy could have an aristocrat background!!!!''#''don't you know that no one aristocratic EVER lost their wealth and that the status of wealth is totally static and not tied to wealth''#''and that wealth and poverty are mutually exclusive and no one could ever be both at different points in their lives!!!!''#maybe he's a gay ass third born son!!! queer people can and do get kicked out of their families!!!!!#and being born into wealth doesn't automatically mean you get an inheritance!#please stop treating thinking Izzy was born into wealth as some sort of moral slight against working class existence!!!!#because regardless of his origins he's STILL FUCKING WORKING CLASS IN THE HERE AND NOW!!!!#it's not OUR fault that YOU don't have the imagination to see the narrative potential of an aristocrat born izzy #stop making it everyone else's problem that you don't like it!#stop treating it like a social issue! it's fucking FANDOM INTERPRETATION!!!!#santagno

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211. O Signo do Leão (Le signe du lion, 1962), dir. Éric Rohmer

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headspace-hotel · 1 year

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I hope I can express this properly and sensitively, but I think oftentimes people need to have Categories and Identities and to be healthily exploratory and playful and elastic about them, else they can get vulnerable to some negative things, sometimes really awful things

I wish I could remember where I read it, but there was something that wrote about whiteness in America as an abyss.

Whiteness is something that sheltered white Americans' ancestors, and at the same time devoured them. They used to have a distinct medley of heritages: Irish, German, Scottish, Italian. "Whiteness" ate it up, the languages, the cultures. There were privileges if you destroyed it, and punishments if you held onto anything that was "Other." In a white supremacist society, white people wanted to be "white" first before any other possible identity or connection they could have.

Yay! You're white. You're on top. You win...what? Turns out the prize for "winning" is just that you get to perpetrate the violence of the game instead of being on the receiving end of it.

And that's the nasty twist—there is no prize. The deeply embedded vice of "Southern pride" is not just what the Confederate flag stands for, but also why they've got to cling so hard to that symbol of traitors and losers: they need to be on top of something so bad that even a pile of shit will do. My ancestors were ultimately dirt poor, loads of them ending up in prison or breaking their bodies down doing hard labor, but they were white. Their reward, and their pride, was being stepped on by the violence of poverty only, instead of also by the violence of white supremacy.

"White pride" is all about hate because white supremacy didn't give these folks anything to be proud of. It stripped away the culture and heritage their ancestors had in favor of "whiteness." All those jokes about how white people have no culture, well, it's true isn't it? This shit is how we ended up a primarily monolingual nation. And what looks like happened is that white Americans wound up just...scavenging most of their culture from those they oppressed. Food, music, all of that stuff. Our white ancestors didn't GIVE us anything that was their own to start with.

And this is something that really strikes me about the white supremacist and fascist movements nowadays: the starvation and hollowness behind them. These folks are empty inside. They were given nothing by white supremacy except a very vague sense that they deserve something, and they see people of all different cultures celebrating and flourishing in their unique heritages and identities, and they feel like...they've been cheated.

Equality is so threatening when you're in this situation because it feels like you've got less than everyone else at the end of the day. Not just because of comparison to previous privileges, but because your whole identity was "person that gets to step on everybody else" and your whole inheritance was "shit stolen from everybody else" and in a world where all is set right, you have no identity and nothing. You are nothing.

Anyway I was looking just now at a blog that seemed really white-supremacist-leaning and it was 99% about like, Norse and Proto-Indo-European paganism and "traditionalism" and that's what got me thinking about this again.

This person had apparently done DNA tests on themselves or something, and were really fixated on figuring out their Norse and Germanic ancestors and separating out their genetic and racial identity at a level of precision that seems really pointless that far back in time. And honestly all the paganism stuff seemed like totally arbitrary speculation as well.

And how to become satisfied as a person like this? I am just as much Germanic or Norse as they are, but I don't believe that distant ancestors determine who you are to such an extent that I have some sort of innate cultural tie to Vikings or Visigoths or what have you. I know what percentage Celtic or Anglo Saxon or Norse I am—zero. I learned about those things in books the exact same way I learned about all the cultures and past kingdoms of the world that I presumably don't have ancestors from.

I feel like the experience of being a baby ally and obsessing about apologizing for being white is the same kind of thing in another direction, or another outcome of the same process. Some people seem to get really twisted up for a time over how to stop being guilty about being white.

It's part of the same thing as this guy who is trying to genetically identify his ancestors from like 3,000 years ago. It's the emptiness and meaninglessness of "white" identity apart from white supremacy.

I talk about deradicalization sometimes and I've had the notion a few times that fascism appeals to people who are hollow and starving in terms of identity, and if it wasn't for the sense of emptiness and hunger, they would be less easily radicalized. But it's also a little bit awkward to talk about the deeply unsatisfying nature of white supremacy, because...well, that is pretty low on the list of things bad about white supremacy.

I think this concept is worth talking about in general, though: People want to feel like they come from or are part of something meaningful. They are drawn toward Identities and Categories and Belonging to groups. This is something I think is commonly true about humans, I think it is normal and not a bad thing, and I think we could stand to be a little more upfront about its reality.

I think this means that wanting, and seeking, a sense of cultural identity as a white person (particularly an American) needs to have some kind of non-horrible outlet for it. Because right now, it's nothing but a way to get radicalized, and the dominant other option people take (becoming the Guilty White Person) is liked by no one and helps nothing.

And maybe it doesn't need to have anything to do with race or culture or your ancestors or any of these things that can lead a person down such terrible paths. Maybe more of us should be furries!

As just another thing to consider, I'm reading the book Ecology of a Cracker Childhood and the author of the book uses the word "cracker" not like, with the gravity of reclaiming a "slur" or something like that, but seemingly because that is just the word she most strongly identifies with, the word that best articulates who "her people" are. This feels very solid and levelheaded to me, something that comes from someone with a good sense of themselves.

Personally I've thought a long time that more people should reclaim "redneck." Not in the sense of reclaiming a slur exactly, but in the sense of putting it in neutral usage among the folks it always referred to, instead of letting it increasingly be associated with any Southerner (regardless of working class background) that is the sort to wave a Confederate flag around. The very idea of gatekeeping "redneck" away from racists is just absolutely hilarious to me, I won't lie.

#random #identity #whiteness #i doubt anyone asked for an essay from a white southerner about race #but this is just what im thinking about tonight

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