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decolonize-the-left · 1 month

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GENERAL STRIKE TIME BABEY. READ THE WHOLE POST.

While we're all mad at government sending money to Israel that police budgets are so inflated because of how often they pay settlements.

And also that it's a verified fact that our police train with Israeli soldiers. Remember when they were black bagging people in PDX? It reminded me of this ex-Israeli soldier talking about how they'd do the same thing to innocent Palestinians just to terrorize them and their neighbors. It was intentional terrorism when they did it.

Police budgets pay for all that.

Correction, we pay.

To put it more bluntly,

We pay for them to kill and terrorize people.

Just as our taxes pay for the deaths of Black and Brown people all over the world from Turtle Island to Sudan and Palestine.

In Dec. 2022, Louisville Metro Government agreed to pay Walker $2 million to settle lawsuits against the city. Metro government previously paid a $12 million settlement to Taylor’s family in Sept. 2020

We paid for Breonna Taylor's death.

And her murderers were never arrested btw. Not that there aren't still people trying to arrest them of course. But our money paid for their lawyers and wouldn't you know it, no charges have stuck.

Four years to the day after Breonna Taylor’s death, federal prosecutors are moving forward with a re-trial of one of the officers involved in the botched raid that ended her life. At a status conference Wednesday, U.S. District Court Judge Rebecca Grady Jennings scheduled Brett Hankison’s final pre-trial hearing for September 13th. His re-trial is scheduled to begin on Oct. 15. In November of last year, Hankinson was tried for violating the Constitutional rights of Breonna Taylor, her boyfriend, and three neighbors when he fired through two covered windows during the raid. Prosecutors argued he used excessive force when he shot into the apartment complex blindly. Taylor’s boyfriend, Kenneth Walker, had fired at officers executing the search, claiming he thought they were intruders.

And Myles Cosgrove?

Yeah we're paying him to terrorize more people. He got a job as a fucking sheriff's deputy.

Myles Cosgrove, the former Louisville police officer, who was fired for fatally shooting Breonna Taylor in a botched 2020 police raid and hired earlier this year as a sheriff’s deputy in Carroll County, rammed a resident’s truck with his cruiser Monday and then pointed a gun at the owner and several bystanders, witnesses said.

Witnesses told The Courier Journal that Cosgrove barreled into Happy Hollow Private Resort Park trailer park at a high rate of speed without his emergency lights on, then struck William Joshua Short’s pickup truck with such force that it sent the vehicle flying into a building, breaking off two cinder blocks.

And Johnathan Mattingly wrote a fucking book about it to make money off of his role in her murder. $15 on Amazon.

He also wanted to sue Kenneth Walker, Breonna's boyfriend. You know why? For damages and injuries he sustained while killing Breonna Taylor.

WE PAID FOR ALL THAT. ALL OF IT.

Our power is in our dollar.

American politics and officials don't care for our lives. It's why they're content to watch us protest for months. Because we're still going to work. We are the worker ants simply fulfilling our duty, receiving the bare minimum to survive for our labor.

We're still building their bombs. Paying our taxes, so much that hardly any of us could afford more than rent.

We are just drones fulfilling our purpose to the upper class who doesn't give a shit about us beyond what we do for them and how little we will do it for.

If we want change we're gonna have to stop working. We're going to have to deprive them of products they sell, of our taxes, of our low cost labor.

And the strike that UAW is planning in May 2028 has inspired a lot of others to start looking at the opportunity to join in.

If you haven't heard of it yet, a strike is when workers organize and stop showing up for work. And a general strike is a mass strike across various industries around similar demands or bargaining positions.

There have been multiple calls for a general strike since then, predominantly from individuals and groups on social media, which has often resulted in confusion about what a general strike would actually look like. To be clear, a general strike is not a protest or a rally, a single picket line, or a boycott. It is, as I’ve previously defined, “a labor action in which a significant number of workers from a number of different industries who comprise a majority of the total labor force within a particular city, region, or country come together to take collective action.”

Throughout history, workers have used this tactic as a nuclear option to shut down entire cities when needed, including Philadelphia in 1835, Seattle in 1919, and beyond.[...]

If even four or five of the unions representing the workers mentioned above banded together in a nationwide general strike, the entire country would grind to a halt. When Shawn Fain asks his fellow unions to set the timer for May 2028, what he’s really saying is, get ready to shut sh*t down and level the playing field between bosses and workers once and for all.

JOIN A UNION. AND TALK ABOUT THIS.

And make one of the demands out to be an end of American support to countries participating in apartheid and genocide.

End the taxes for police budgets and settlements. If they want police departments so bad then they should FIND funding for themselves like the government makes USPS do.

One of the biggest pushbacks we hear is that there is never any official backing for calls to a general strike. Well here it is! Make sure you tell EVERYONE

This could be a global strike if other countries choose to participate on the same date

No, I don't think Palestine has 3 years so in the mean time join a union, keep protesting, start rioting, answer Every call to action coming from a Palestine and Sudan and the DRC and sign this strike card

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9stxrsan · 10 months

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WHATCHAMACALLIT||PJM|| PROLOGUE

The feeling of that night replays in Kadira’s mind, over and over again. Never stopping, she reminisces about the same thing, his hair, his body, his voice, his eyes… those eyes. Full of lust and satisfaction. Never in a million years would she think that she could feel anything slightly similar to the touch of that guy… that mysterious guy, who’s name she might have forgotten, however his face will always be stuck in her head… making her feel that same satisfaction as she did before.

Warnings|| Explicit scenes, crying, fighting, arguing, threats, guns, drinking, cursing, unprotected sex, etc.

Rating|| 18+

Genre|| angst, lemon, smut

Author's note|| yeahhh soo this is the ff I've been working on, the other parts will come soon. Promise

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April 21st, 2020 Haebaragi University

A loud banging noise approached KaDira's dorm room, Who the fuck would ever knock on her door like this? Getting up off of her sofa, walking towards the door, she lets out an annoyed sigh before unlocking and swinging the door open. Of course its Soona. And she forgot her key. Again.

"Soona what the actual fuck?" KaDira shook her head, "Why can't you just knock like a normal person would? And where is your key?"

"Sorry, I'm just so excited!" She squealed like a dying cat on the side of a sidewalk.

"About?" KaDira questioned, letting the blonde haired female with fair skin walk inside the room.

"You're not gonna believe it!" She stalled.

"Just tell me Soona!" KaDira grew impatient.

"Okay, Okay." She shouted, "So you know my boyfriend, right?"

"Jungkook? Of course," KaDira scoffed, "He's like, one of the most popular douchebags on campus, besides Tae and Theo."

"Yeah well he's throwing a party tonight and he's inviting all the upperclassmen." She explained.

"And?" KaDira shrugged.

Soona tilted her head at KaDira, expecting her to catch on to why that information was important and why she was so excited about it.

KaDira's eyes widened, "Oh hell no, I'm not going."

Soona smacked her teeth, "KD please!" She begged, "This is our last year here, and you haven't gone to one frat party."

"That's a fucking lie, I've been to two of them." KD scoffed.

Soona rolled her eyes, "You went to a party off campus that got shut down by Mr.Lee as soon as it started, and the other one was not a party, it was a Christmas gathering for people who didn't want to leave campus."

"Which was very fun by the way," KD said, moving her locs out her face.

"I don't care how fun it was. You're coming to this party." Soona scoffed.

KD leaned on the doorframe, accepting the fact that Soona wasn't going to leave her alone about the party, "I don't even have any 'party' clothes."

"Lucky for you, I have lots!" Soona smiled.

"Yeah, no." KD waved her hand, "I'm not dressing like you."

"What's wrong with how I dress?" Soona groaned.

"I'm not walking around practically naked," KD rolled her eyes.

"It's nothing wrong with showing a little skin KD," Soona got up off the sofa and walked into her room, straight to her closet.

"Yeah your definition of 'little' is completely different from mine," KD exaggerated.

"You're gonna have to manage, we're the same size anyway." Soona snickered, looking at the outfit choices in the closet.

"And how do you know that?" KD said, folding her arms.

"Well uh," Soona laughed nervously, "I borrowed some of your clothes before."

"Kim Soona!" KD shouted.

"It was only at the beginning of the semester, I haven't done it since." Soona shrugged.

"You could have asked," KD argued.

"Oh hush, you didn't ask me for my hair cream you used without my permission," Soona scoffed.

"That was in the ninth grade!"

"It still happened didn't it!"

KD shook her head in annoyance. Soona continued to search for an outfit.

"Ah... This is the one right here." She smiled, holding a shiny, dark purple outfit out to KD.

"Purple isn't really my color.." KD hesitated.

"Girl take the fucking dress," Soona groaned.

Kd rolled her eyes and snatched the dress from Soona, and went into the bathroom.

Slipping on the dress and standing in front of the mirror, KD was in complete shock. The dark purple dress with major cleavage, a slit on the side and a choker that was attached really complemented her dreadlocs and milk chocolate skin.

"KD come out," Soona shouted from the other side of the bathroom door, "We need to speed this process up."

KD swung the bathroom door open and Soona's jaw dropped to the floor, "Oh my.."

"Well, how do I look?" KD shrugged.

"You look like a bad bitch. A bad bitch that will take anyone's boyfriend." Soona squealed in excitement.

"Alright," KD chuckled, "I don't plan on taking anyone's man."

"Well you better prepare yourself, because every guy at this party is going to want a piece of you," Soona teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that." KD scoffed.

"Maybe you'll get lucky and y'know," she teased, nudging KD's arm, "Hook up."

KD looked at Soona, "A one night stand? At a frat party?"

"You say that as if that's impossible." Soona rolled her eyes.

"For me, it is." KD shrugged, "One night stands seem childish to me."

"Well they aren't," Soona scoffed, "It's just having fun."

"Childish." KD exaggerated...

"Well you're dressed, So now I'm gonna go change," Soona squealed.

"Oh god we're gonna be here for hours." KD groaned.

About forty five minutes later, Soona came out of the bathroom, dressed in the most provocative pink and black slim dress, her hair was gathered into a ponytail with little hairs on the side, and she had earrings that would blind you for weeks, "Ready to go?"

KD nodded, getting off the sofa and letting out a soft exhale.

Soona smiled, and grabbed her keys and they both headed out the door.

As they pulled off, KD nervously tapped the window.

Soona noticed her nervous gestures and sighed, "Kadira, there's nothing to be nervous about. You'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say," KD scoffed, "You've been to lots of these parties, you're more social than I am."

Soona shrugged, "Sometimes you have to step outside of your comfort zone babe. You may not like it at first but it will get better as you go."

"Yeah, yeah." KD waved her off, continuing to tap.

After what felt like hours, they pulled into a parking lot that sat right in front of a house with flashing lights and loud music.

"How on earth is this allowed?" KD chuckled in disbelief.

"Jungkook kind of paid off the teachers to keep their mouths closed," Soona smirked.

"Of course he did," KD rolled her eyes.

"Come on!" Soona said ,hopping out the car.

KD took a deep breath and followed Soona to the front doors.

As they approached the doors, a black haired male, who is supposedly a lookout, greeted them with a warm smile, "Soona, Kadira."

"Hi Mark." KD waved politely.

He gestured to them to go ahead and walk in, telling them to have fun.

Soona and Kadira walked through the doors and the sound of music and chatting rang in Kadira's ears, the smell of alcohol and weed filled the air.

"Kim Soona!" a deep male voice called from a far, "Is that you?"

Soona turned around, only to see a tall male with dirty blonde hair, and a sleeve of tattoos walking up to her with a bottle of Hennessey in his hand.

"Babe, are you kidding me? You're drunk already?" Soona scoffed.

Jungkook threw his arm around her and smiled, "I'm a little tipsy," He looked over at KD and flashed a smile, "Hi KD,"

"Hi JK." She giggled at his immaturity to drinking.

His head turned back to Soona, looking her up and down, smirking, "You look nice."

Soona smiled, "I know," She looked around the room, raising an eyebrow, "Where's Tae?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Probably drinking his life away with Theo," he said, pointing into the kitchen.

Soona kissed Jungkook goodbye, grabbed KD's arm, and dragged her into the kitchen, where they approached the highly attractive brown haired male and his blue haired friend. Both were intoxicated.

"Look at you two," She scoffed, "Pathetic. How could you drink without us?"

Taehyung looked up and smiled, "Soona, Hey." he murmured. He turned his head and looked at the stunning female beside her and opened his mouth in shock, ".. Am I just really drunk, or is this goddess I'm staring at Kadira Lee?"

Soona giggled, "It's definitely Kadira, isn't she stunning!?"

KD flashed a smile and chuckled a bit.

"Stunning is far too modest." Tae scoffed, "She's out of this world," he placed his hand over his face, "Do I need to worry about you and pull the big brother card? Pretty sure the majority of the guys here are going to want to be all up on you tonight."

"No need to worry about me Tae," KD said, running her hands through his hair, "I doubt that's gonna happen."

"Yeah right," Tae rolled his eyes.

"Is.. Theo alright?" Soona giggled nervously.

All three of them turned their heads to the blue haired male whose face was as red as a cherry tomato, lying with his head on the table.

"He'll be fine," Tae waved him off, he passed Soona and KD red cups and signaled them to the fridge.

Soona squealed and rushed to the fridge, searching for the fruity liquor. Once she found some, she grabbed KD's cup and put ice in it, then poured a good amount of the liquor. KD hesitantly looked at her friend.

"Don't worry, it's not hard liquor." Soona reassured her.

KD inhaled, and gulped the cup down.

"Woah," Soona shouted, "When did you become a party animal KD?"

"Oh shut up," She grunted, "Pour me another cup."

"Yeah!" Tae shouted, "That's what I'm talking about,"

Time passed by, and the amount of liquor in KD's system grew more and more. Slowly becoming intoxicated, she sat on the couch zoning out.

"Woah KD, You alright?" Soona touched her shoulder, concerned.

KD stared into the crowd of people.

"Kadira!" She snapped her fingers in front of KD's face.

"Hm," KD Finally snapped out of her trance.

"You alright?" She said moving her dreadlocs behind her ear,

"I'm fine, really fine." KD giggled.

Suddenly, Her eyes flowed towards the door, where a male with black, slick hair walked into the living room. No doubt this guy was stunning, his beauty was far beyond anything Kadira had seen in her life.

"Who- Who is he?" KD pointed towards the door in shock.

"Oh him," Soona said in a sneaky tone, "That's Park Jimin, he's not really known for anything but his beauty and the fact that his parents own a famous Café. Why? Wanna talk to him?"

KD shook her head, "Nah, too angelic."

"What do you mean? You two would be perfect." Soona scoffed.

KD shook her head in disagreement, "Nope, that would never work. Pretty boys like him break hearts." She took another sip from her cup, and threw it on the floor," I wanna dance."

Soona's eyes widened, "Uhm no.. You are in no condition to be dancing."

"Oh shut up!" KD stuttered, "You're not my mom." She hopped on top of the living room table, and started giggling.

"KD got down from there," Soona said, regretting her decisions on giving her alcohol in the first place.

Suddenly, Soona heard the speakers start playing "28 Reasons by Seulgi" and instantly start praying that KD didn't pay any mind to it.

But of course she did.

She start rocking her hips to the music, and singing.

"Tae come help me!" Soona shouted to him from the living room.

Tae laughed and walked to the living room, "Alright KD.. That's enough," He gently grabbed her arm, trying to get her down off the table.

"No, I gotta finish the dance," She yelled, pulling away from Tae's grasp.

People started laughing, singing the song with her, and recording her foolishness.

Before the song could finish, KD started rubbing her forehead, "Shit my head.."

"Oh honey, I think you should go upstairs and go lay down." Soona said, finally getting her off the table, touching her face, "You're burning up."

"Mkay," KD said standing up, almost falling to the ground.

"Woah there, You need help getting upstairs?" Soona grabbed her.

"I got it." She stuttered.

"KD you're drunk." Soona argued.

"No, No." KD slurred, "I can manage." She regained her balance and headed upstairs.

Walking past locked doors, She attempted to find an unoccupied room. She came across a room with the door unlocked and opened it, only to see a fully naked couple, kissing on the bed, "Wow!" She gasped in shock and embarrassment.

The couple jumped up in a fright and panicked.

KD quickly covered her eyes, "For future reference, lock the door." She muttered nervously before leaving back out.

She walked down the hallway, replaying that image of the couple in her head, "God.. I never wanna see that again." She mumbled to herself.

Finally she found a room that was completely empty, and luckily had a bed that looked comfortable. She slid her shoes off and plopped on the bed, letting out a deep sigh before falling asleep.

About Twenty minutes later, Kadira was awakened by someone opening the door. She turned around in shock, letting out a frightened gasp, "Who the hell-" To her surprise, the same angelic male who she had seen downstairs, was standing in the door, with a confused look on his face.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The male asked, in a deep but soft voice.

"I'm Kadira," She groaned, still intoxicated, "And I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing here? Haven't you heard of knocking?"

"Well if you haven't noticed, this party is in the boys lounge.. Therefore, these rooms up here are the boys' dorm rooms.." He explained, "This. Is my room."

KD's eyes widened in shock, "Excuse me?"

"That's my bed." He chuckled, pointing to the bed she was lying on.

Kadira slurred, as she sat on the side of the bed palming her forehead, "Oh I'm so sorry, I had no clue-"

"Nah, It's fine, it's fine." He assured her, laughing, "I don't mind." He walked around the bed and went into his closet, pulling out a black hoodie, and unbuttoning his white button down shirt., "You look familiar, Aren't you the girl who was standing on the table singing a couple of minutes ago?"

"I was, wasn't I.." She sighed, palming her forehead in embarrassment.

"It was pretty entertaining," He chuckled, "Why'd you come up here?"

"I was just trying to sleep this-" She muttered, turning to the male, quickly turning back, "Woah.. What the hell are you doing?"

Jimin looked at her with confusion, "I'm changing my shirt? Problem?"

"Yes!" Kadira yelled, "I mean no, this is your room but I'm still in here. I can leave if you're gonna-"

"I said there's no need for that. I don't mind you being here." He shrugged.

"But you're changing, I don't wanna see all of that." She scoffed, "I barely know you."

Jimin laughed, "There were abt ten guys downstairs shirtless. Didn't bother you then did it?"

KD stuttered, "No.. But I still don't wanna see-"

"Yet, I see you watching me from the corner of your eye," Jimin scoffed, "I'm sorry. But that shirt was stained, and I couldn't stand the sight of it."

"Uh-huh.." KD mumbled, staring at the male from a far, suddenly she got this massive shock of pain in her stomach, "Fuck.."

"Oh shit," Jimin said, rushing over to the female who was groaning in pain leaning over the bed, "You alright?"

"Mhm," She hummed, "I'll be fine." She grunted, gripping the side of her stomach.

"No, No you won't not without some medicine," he said rushing into his bathroom, and grabbing a bottle of pills that read, "Hangover no more" on the front of it, he rushed to his mini fridge and grabbed a small water bottle, "Here take this."

KD looked up at the male and realized she was closer to him than she thought, his beauty was like no other. She grabbed the pill and took the water bottle with it.

Jimin silently looked at the female as she took the pill, and took a sip of the water he gave her, "You said your name was Kadira right?" He smirked.

She nodded.

"Well Kadira," He said in a seductive tone, "This is my first time seeing you at one of these parties, how come I haven't seen you at others"

"I don't enjoy parties." She looked back up at the male and saw that he was somewhat tipsy, his rosy cheeks showed it all.

"Why not" He smiled.

"Dunno... Just don't be around lots of people." She muttered, she looked down at her feet, avoiding looking into his eyes.

"That's surprising to hear after seeing your little performance downstairs," He chuckled.

"Its the drinking that's doing that," She shrugged, "Parties and people really aren't my thing, my friend forced me to come here."

"And you're telling me," He said, lifting her chin up, "A pretty girl like you stays in her dorm room all day?"

"Guess so." She laughed nervously, "God why is he so close," She thought.

Jimin stared at Kadira for about a good three minutes, her heart started pounding out of her chest.

"Y'know.." Kadira slurred, "You're not so bad yourself.." she felt her body moving closer to him, in her mind she thought What the hell am I doing.

"Oh yeah?" Jimin laughed, "What do you mean by that?"

"Yeah.. Your facial features are.. Beautiful." She muttered.

Jimin slowly inched closer to her, with his hand slowly approaching her thigh, "Keep going," he said in a slightly seductive tone, as if he was aroused by her talking about his beauty.

"Like, your eyes are very vibrant, and your lips.. They look very soft." Kadira whispered.

"Really?" he smirked, bringing his face closer to hers, "Wanna feel how soft they are?"

"Huh?!" Kadira said in a slight panic, "No I don't think-"

"Shh." Jimin pressed his lips against hers. As much as Kadira wanted to hold back, she couldn't get enough of the taste and feeling of his soft lips.

Slowly, his hands made their way up the side of her dress, fidgeting with her underwear.

"Wait.." KD muttered, moving his hand, "I've never.. Done this before."

Jimin chuckled a bit, he lifted her chin and smiled, "Neither have I."

KD's eyes widened in shock, there was no way this man was a virgin.

Jimin pulled Kadira back into a kiss as he slowly took his shirt off.

Kadira opened her eyes for a split second, only to see the male's upper body.

"Like what you see?" Jimin smirked, as he picked Kadira up by her thighs, and pinned her against the wall.

Something about the warmth of his hands sent chills down Kadira's body.

Jimin started gripping her thighs a little more roughly, kissing her passionately, down to her neck, giving her small hickeys.

Kadira started letting out slight moans, as she clung onto Jimin.

"Not only are you pretty..." Jimin grunted, "Your moans are too." He tossed her back onto the bed, as he kissed his way down to her inner thighs, slowly pulling her dress off, exposing her black lingerie.

Jimin smiled, "Every little thing about you is just beautiful." He said running his hand down her skin, making Kadira jolt up a bit.

He continued to leave hickeys all over her body, listening to Kadira's small moans and whimpers of pleasure, "You don't understand how bad you're turning me on right now.." He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants.

Kadira stayed silent as she watched the male strip naked in nothing other than his boxers.

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Kadira on top of him, refusing to break from the kiss. Kadira sat on his lap, and felt his bulge rubbing between her thighs.

"Fuck.." Jimin groaned, as they were grinding against each other, "This is turning you on, huh? I can feel it." He laid her back on the bed, and pulled her underwear down.

Kadira jumped up, Jimin gently kissed her inner thigh, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to be gentle.."

He continued to kiss her inner thigh, and gradually made his way down to her vaginal area, first kissing it, then letting his tongue slide in between the lips.

"Oh god," KD whimpered, as she felt the warmth of Jimin's tongue.

Jimin smiled as he pressed his tongue by her entrance, and slowly placed his finger under it.

He looked up at her, "Ever masturbated before?"

KD shook her head.

Jimin nodded, "Then this might hurt a bit, but I need you to relax for me..okay?"

Kadira was hesitant, but something about him made her want to trust him, she nodded and allowed him to proceed.

Jimin rubbed his finger against her dripping cunt, then slowly inserted a finger inside of her, causing her to let out a loud moan.

"Fuck... that feels..." She whimpered, "Weird.."

"Its gonna feel weird at first," Jimin reassured her, "I'm gonna start moving my fingers now."

Kadira nodded, as he started moving his fingers in and out of her.

Jimin felt her tense up around his fingers, "Relax.." he whispered, as he continued to use both his tongue and fingers at the same time.

That feeling drove Kadira insane, her moans and whimpers grew louder and louder. For someone to be a virgin, he definitely knew what he was doing.

Jimin got up and slid his fingers out, leaving her shivering slightly, "I think you're ready now."

Kadira looked at him confused for a moment, as he jumped on top of her, pulling his boxers down. Her eyes widened in shock, No way in hell is that thing fitting inside of me. She thought.

Jimin started rubbing his length against her entrance, moaning softly, "Im gonna slowly put it in now, it shouldn't be as bad since I loosened you up a bit but just tell me when it's too much,"

Kadira nodded.

Jimin slowly slid inside of her, making them both let out loud moans, "Shit.."

Kadira whimpered, holding onto his back, as he slowly thrusted into her, slightly in pain.

Jimin felt how tense she was getting on the inside, and looked at her dead in her eyes, intertwining his fingers with hers, "Hey, Relax and look at me, don't take your eyes off me."

Kadira obeyed and felt this weird satisfaction from just looking into his lust filled eyes.

Jimin continued to thrust into her, slowly at first, but gradually going faster.

Their synced moans filled the room, Kadira started shaking, reaching her climax.

Suddenly everything went blank...

"KD!" shouted a feminine voice, "KD wake up."

KD opened her eyes a bit and groaned, "mm.."

"Time to go." Soona said, shaking her, "Whose clothes are you in?"

"What?" KD said, sitting up, looking down at herself, only to see she was wearing an oversized sweater.

"Nevermind that, lets go," Soona scoffed, "We gotta go pack."

Kadira got out of the bed, and rubbed her head.

When they arrived back at their dorm room, they started packing their bags, to get ready to leave.

Soona went into KD's room and sat on her bed, "So,"

KD looked up at her while she was packing her suitcase.

"Anything happen when you went upstairs yesterday?" Soona smirked.

KD raised her eyebrow, "No?.. "

"Hmm.." Soona hummed, "That's funny, because as soon as you went upstairs yesterday, pretty boy came to ask me if you were alright. About thirty minutes later, people say they seen him go upstairs, and you just so happened to be sleeping in his dorm room this morning."

Kadira started replaying last night in her mind, " I dunno what you're talking about."

Soona leaned closer to Kadira, and noticed multiple small purple, reddish marks on her neck, "Kadira."

Kadira looked at her, "Yes?"

"Did you hook up with pretty boy last night?"

"Uhm..No." She hesitated.

"You did!" She shouted in excitement, "You had to, your neck says it all! Oh my god how was it?"

"Did you hear me? I said I didn't" KD scoffed.

"You can deny it all you want, because not only did they say they saw him walk in there last night, they said they heard all types of noises coming from his room." Soona scoffed, "Who knew you could be sick a freak in bed KD,"

"Stop that," She said, pushing Soona away from her.

"Oh my gosh, my baby is growing up." Soona groaned with fake tears, "She finally has become a woman. You're very first one night stand"

"Would you shut the hell up," Kadira laughed, "It's not that serious."

"Was it good?" Soona teased.

KD smiled, "from what I can remember it was nice.. We both were pretty drunk."

"Doesn't matter, You had a one night stand, I'm just proud." Soona went on and on about it.

Though Kadira was embarrassed about that childish decision she made, when she replayed the memories of last nights, she definitely thought it was worth it.

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lgcminki · 5 months

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ENCORE OF THIS CIRCUS !!! hello everyone... it's me! velv-*sound of truck passing by* and i've been here... several times before. iykyk. but today i'm here to introduce you to hwang minki... basically, hwang minjun 2.0 new and improved, if you remember that guy from years ago. he's an old trainee with a strong focus and fiery passion for dance who's admittedly... a little stuck right now! for reasons! but surely this is nothing that cannot be fixed! below are the notable links:

PROFILE ⋆ BACKGROUND

as usual, please LIKE this post if you're interested in plotting with minki, and i'll sliiiiiiiiide all the way into your dms B) here's my twitter and i have discord upon request. conveniently i still need people for TRAINEE MISSION 15, particularly for those in the MALE SENIOR TRAINING GROUP for the KITE FLYING educational video thread!! help a guy out </3

other than that, i'll have a list of general connections i would love to have under the cut!

PLOT IDEAS !

friends/acquaintances who might have known him from school, back when he was a lot more... alive. maybe you were happy (or unhappy?) to see him join lgc and pursuing the idol career, but now his drive is gone? does that make you sad? does that make you angry, seeing him wasting his chance as a senior trainee? might have known about minki's Unique Circumstances™ with his childhood friend (details in his background page linked above!)

those he met in the company, who share the same passion with him in dance and would often do covers together. until suddenly he stopped, and that makes you confused? maybe even offended? note that he joined the company in july 2020!

when minki joined, his singing wasn't exactly the best despite not being downright terrible. he has vastly improved now, mostly thanks to some training sessions with your muse!

he... collects plushies. yes, he brought his plushie collection along with him to the company. do you also collect plushies? do you think it's a strange habit to have? DO YOU KNOW WHERE PUSHEEN IS MINKI MISPLACED PUSHEEN AND NOW HE'S PANICKI—

dorm shennanigans!! he's in male dorm d. chore assignment, arguing over chore assignments, one of minki plushies got dyed a vastly different color suddenly in the washer and he wants to know WHO is the culprit!!

casual friends he would've made within the company, those he can hang out with!

this connection would have to be a debuted idol, but someone he admires! would have to be an idol with a more dance position, because that is what he is passionate about

someone, probably dance-focused, who saw minki as a rival for a while only to see minki now more half-hearted in his dance, which would piss you off!

he's prone to worrying over his friends, so maybe a friend who is a bit more on the reckless side. although lately, his worries have grown much closer to paranoia...

anything and everything! i'd love to brainstorm too and if you have ideas of your own, you better believe i want to hear everything

#( ooc. )#/ im definitely gonna post this late lol #me when i refuse to queue things

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kobblefort · 1 year

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Rushsly: Into the Depths 3

Here is my arena again, and the stats up top are looking good - check it out, no completely miserable kobbles!!!! This episode is going to begin with an absurdly long, totally irrelevant, mildly insane and kind of depressing rant so feel free to just skip to the next image because that's when I will start talking about the game again.

I don't know if you know this, but something happened in 2020. Well, obviously something happened in 2020, but I think what I'm thinking about might not be the thing that immediately comes to mind when you think about 2020, though it is probably a knock-on effect of it. You see, in 2020 a lot of people went Online who were just not supposed to be Online. Don't get me wrong, everyone was already on their way Online, whether willingly or by a kind of zeitgeist coercion - Boomers had finished terraforming Facebook from a clunky but quirky place to find out about parties and join groups for making esoteric image macros with other drug addicts who you would eventually just sort of meet at parties into a place for 30-comment family-shattering arguments to rage over an article your uncle found on TotallyTrueNews.RealWebsite about how public schools are forcing their students to say "I'm gay" over and over instead of the Pledge of Allegiance by 2018 at the absolute latest - but this was a more immediate event. Stuck at home with no other viable avenues for social fulfillment, a lot of people who shouldn't be on Twitter downloaded Twitter, a lot of people who had previously brushed it off started viewing and eventually making TikToks, started spending more than 48 seconds a day looking at Instagram (a rookie mistake, especially before reels) and though I'm not actually too familiar with this site we're on right now, I'm sure at least one 53 year old just showed up here and acted like they belonged while completely failing to accept or assimilate into the culture - not like, a fujoshi 53 year old, that's always kosher, I mean like owns a frozen yogurt store and listens to NPR 53 year old - again these aren't inherently bad, okay, so let's say a specifically not sexy 53 year old. (There is so much more to being sexy than being attractive, I NEED to clarify this, but this paragraph is already far too scatterbrained for me to get into it.) And because of this, something really bad started to happen. The veil was cut through between "the real world" and "the internet," all the way. Sure, you could argue this happened all the way back with the first Amazon sale, or the first time someone got a PayPal Business account, but we're talking about when the merge became complete.

A very long time ago I was a sheltered child, gravitationally anchored to a two-story house in a suburb that was closer to the country than the city, shuffled around schools every two years as part of some poorly-thought-out program for "gifted" kids where we got the same exact curriculum as any other kid in the district with twice as much homework, half as much socialization, and one particular teacher so miserable and cruel that I still find myself hoping she dies in some kind of "stepping on Legos forever" incident some twenty years later. (She seemingly went out of her way to make sure every student in our cohort broke down crying in front of the entire class at least once. I think I might actually be the age she was when she taught us now, and I can not imagine being okay with making a child cry, let alone intentionally trying to make it happen.) I certainly had it better than many in a material sense, the middle class really used to exist before 2008 and I was there in it, but my home life was actually pretty awful in the non-material senses, and in so many neglected hours I was able to take solace in one place. First over dial-up, then through DSL, and finally via glorious cable connection, I was able to leave the real world. On forums, on chatrooms, in game lobbies and Flash cartoons, I was specifically somewhere else.

Digital cameras were expensive and rare. Webcams... existed, I guess, but a 144p image on a CRT screen over AOL Instant Messenger's awkward protocol hardly made for a seamless connection, and I never had one anyway, because what the fuck did I or anyone else care what I looked like in real life? My Furcadia avatar was the real main event, or even better, my Graal Online character - an obscenely obscure game now, but it seemed bigger than the whole world when I was 9 - I was not bound by the name my parents chose for me but instead liberated by the handle I dreamt up for myself. There was no image or shape of me to weigh me down, only my thoughts and the way I managed to translate them. And there was another quality of this place that would inform my later disdain for capitalism, though I didn't know it yet: that everything was free. Though they could never find their way onto the Animal Crossing Forums or Starmen.net, and especially not Hell Is A Forum (thank god) even my parents could figure out Napster and the CD burner on our beige old Gateway desktop, and would boot me off to go play with my Dreamcast or my Genesis ever so often to burn a mix for the car or their workout - though they were trolled by that one Bill Clinton MP3 more times than any of us would like to admit, and I'm sure at least two or three of the many viruses that eventually did that old machine in came from there. Still, this was not a point of controversy, did not upset anyone besides, well, Metallica and the RIAA - it was just how the internet worked. If you could digitize something, turn it into data, break it down into a series of machine-interpretable binary bits and hexadecimal bytes, then it could be shared completely freely; there was no way to stop it from being shared completely freely. Once a thing was on the internet, it belonged to the internet, and this was not some dystopian AI-corpus financial instrument, but a worldwide triumph of human connection, a bastion of culture available to anyone with a machine and a modem. Learning things, finding things, talking to people was all so free and so easy, and connections were so beautifully earnest. Forums built around mutual interests made fast friends out of people who simply wouldn't meet in the real world, would otherwise just feel alone in their hobbies and pastimes and artistic ambitions, let everyone experience the joys of sharing in mutual passions without the aches and costs of travel, the gross fleshy trappings of physical life. You were free to just download Christian ska songs and roleplay as being an evil wolf with angel wings and talk about anime for crying out loud - which was really not normal at all yet for an American in, let's say, 2003.

My heart is warmed by younger people rejoicing in digital nostalgia, but I really wish they could have been there for the whole thing. "Y2K" was so much more than an aesthetic, it was a way of seeing the world, of experiencing the present and envisioning the future. It is truly ironic to have "digital millenium," two of the most hopeful words in the world to me when I was a kid, be the first two words of "DMCA," one of the most soul-crushing. On some level, we must have known it couldn't last forever, but the decay creeped in so slowly that you almost couldn't notice it, not unless you really looked. Paywalls went up, copyright takedowns went out, messageboards went down. Little by little, even the concession of "shareware" became corrupted by the wrong kind of perverts - coin-counting suit-wearing fun-hating puritans that, trite as it is, really did want to pave paradise and put up a parking lot. Rent-seekers claim-jumped domain names by the thousands and asked exorbitant fees to let actual creators use them, the definition of "spam" grew looser and looser until it became normal for a total stranger to E-mail you a fucking advertisement, and all the SheezyArt's and VCL's were either crushed underfoot or congealed into the same all-encompassing grey goo of Social Media, a more Accessible internet not to the people who needed it, or even particularly wanted it, but who saw it as a resource to exploit.

But for a long while, the internet was still ultimately the domain of people who wanted to be there. The Facebook boomers barely ever breached containment, and anyone with any sense knew how to keep their paths from crossing. Twitter was still overwhelmingly weird, Facebook still at least had safe pockets that made it worth logging on every couple of days. But 2020 ended this completely. The trends of the last few years reveal it so plainly: a lot of people who genuinely don't belong on the internet are on it and just stuck here now. NFT guys were never even supposed to exist - people like that are supposed to just try to one-up each other at consumer-goods conventions with luxury watches or elaborate decorative rugs. The people crying out "Mister King Elon, Sir, my Blue-Check has improved my Reach, but people still aren't liking my Tweets! What's going on!?" should be harassing each other in country clubs. Televangelists should not even physically be able to access e621 but they do, and after they finish jacking off to femboy foxes with giant cocks in striped socks like everyone else does, they feel compelled to go online and tell a crowd about how "Liberals are putting litterboxes in classrooms because the teachers make kids identify as pansexual nonbinary catboys, we need to start kidnapping endocrinologists," a crowd that should not be following for-profit parishioners on Twitter, they should be in a La-Z-Boy yelling at the TV and buying the world's shittiest kitchen knives off the Home Shopping Network.

And I mean, what do we do, right? Is this just the new cycle? Something cool comes around and we get to have fun with it for a few years until the boomers come shit all over it? How long can we go on like that? I'd say quite a while longer, actually. The truth is that a new cool thing will arise, we will have a place again for the actual weirdos and outcasts who make everything of any sentimental and cultural value to coalesce together, one that the Finance Fuckers and the Status Seekers and the hate-spewing freaks can't figure out how to get on, don't even want to get on. I don't know what it will be or where or how, but this all comes in waves. In nature, the prey population rises, then the predator population does too, then the prey population falls, then the predator population falls. There is summer and there is winter. In the human world we have made things markedly more complex, but we still operate on the fundamental principles of nature, there is still a morning after every night no matter how long. Somewhere, somehow, a new world is coming. It has to be. And somewhere in this world, something is waiting for you.

I think things like the greatest simulation game of all time, Dwarf Fortress speak to what the internet and computers really are, really can be, really should be. I think the greatest simulation game of all time Dwarf Fortress is not just a relic of a more optimistic time but something that keeps the spirit of the old internet alive. Tarn once said that people who actually play the game are simply beta testers, and it is only by sharing our experiences with it to others that you get to actually "play" it. I really like that, I feel as though that concept contains the very "collaborative spirit of giving freely" from the old internet. So how about I get back to beta testing the greatest simulation game of all time Dwarf Fortress for you.

New problems are often just old problems. On the left we see that more food has been left to rot on the floor, because of course it has, at this point I think they just like doing it. On the right we see that, well, I didn't really designate anyone to throw out the forgotten beast corpse or its associated parts, so... that's kind of just stinking up the place. Right at the main stairway, too! Well, down a hole on the surface it goes.

We needed more flux stone for steel production, so I went to dig into the dolomite wall of our church/main tavern floor, but it turned out to be hiding a massive iron vein. Well, there's still enough dolemite to be worth it, and it's not like more iron is bad, it's just not particularly good.

Chief Acl himself, apparently quite a religious man lately, takes the task of throwing the ratfolk necromancer down a very deep hole, cage and all. It's a quick and merciful death, which the other ratfolk will surely come to envy in time as it's now their turn to be chucked down. Well, that plan kind of has a hitch.

Only the first ratfolk is actually successfully thrown down the pit - the next two see the pathetic fate that awaits them and immediately make a break for it. And then...

Ace Steel, the Beast Slayer, catches one, beheads them, and then...

chops the other one in fucking half. Jesus Christ

And in the background, just as a little aside, our bird towers spot three ratfolk thieves trying to break in. It's too bad they haven't been able to send any survivors back to warn them about all the traps. Well, they won't get the chance now, either. These particular ratfolk are just going straight down the garbage pit because, well, I dunno, the "arena" feels like a shit idea after all.

Hey, Nillians are here! I've never seen these folks before. Hope they aren't squeamish like elves, because they got here just in time to see ratfolk thrown down a fucking garbage chute. We'll give them a nice warm welcome, and also I feel like getting some special quarters set up for the Beast Slayer. I don't want her to feel as though her hard work isn't being appreciated. Of course, she's not the only member of the military...

Dralas Containedbanded, a fine crossbowbold in his own right, has fallen asleep right in the middle of the main tavern as a party rages around him - another member of his squad, Almda Smileurn, snoozes away in the lower one. I take it they're enjoying their leave to the fullest, as they should. It'll be right back to training soon enough.

The trading post is absolutely run at this point - we seem to be popular, despite the fact we really haven't been exporting much. And oh god they're doing that thing with the wagon don't do it don't do it don't crunch it don't smush it. Okay. I'm better now. I traded with the Nillians for their instruments; we're almost completely self-sufficient now, so nothing else they have is particularly interesting.

In political news, we're a Realm now! Which means Acl's lodgings are no longer good enough, and has also inspired Alsrta Moltenend to enact a ban on the export of iron anvils. Which... yeah, sure, whatever. They're not exactly our money-makers. In fact, I don't think we've ever sold one. So yeah, sure, who cares.

Ace Steel now has a grand bedroom to share with her husband Zolr Fatvenoms (cute name) that includes satinspar furniture (her favorite rock) and pig iron walls (her favorite metal - she's worth slowing down the steel production for...) right next to the tavern. It's also around this time that I discover the population cap was set to 50; I figured we just weren't getting a lot of migrants because we weren't creating or exporting a lot of wealth, but...

That's pretty obviously not true. So I crank it back up to 200 and set about digging out some more apartments. We've been eating through vertical space pretty quickly, but as far as horizontally, there's still tons of room, and while it's obviously more efficient to just stack them instead of spreading them out, I don't particularly want bedrooms any closer to the caverns than they are, so instead I make the aesthetically questionable decision to just smush them all onto elevation -5 with the other 3-tile bedrooms.

In between all their stairwells, we create a grand mausoleum for Acl, who is apparently no longer content with just a platinum sarcophagus in a crystal glass chamber up where the proles get buried. I'd say royalty really changed him, but it kind of didn't.

There he is, putting together some random pauper's bedroom.

We got another live one! This one's a bit more worrying than the last - I can't imagine it having fire powers will bode particularly well for us.

A floor below, the hatches are locked, and both squads are set to patrol the point where it could feasibly break through. We only got a glimpse of it before it disappeared into the fog of war, but it seemed to be climbing along the walls if not outright flying, so once again the whole "don't open up the caverns on the ground level" thing turned out to be meaningless.

God she's so badass. I shouldn't even be scared. But I am, precisely because she's so badass. Losing such a great kobble would be a death blow to the fortress' morale, much less my own. The beast appears every now and then on the map, swimming around just at the edge of our revealed look into the caverns. Just now I got up from the computer, walked over to the fridge, uncovered a pan of spaghetti I've been saving since last night, and ate two handfuls with my bare hands. I just sort of tilted my head back and lowered them into my mouth. I don't know why I'm like this, my fork is clean (I only own one) but I didn't want to eat a forkful of spaghetti, I wanted to eat a handful of spaghetti. And I did, and I liked it. I don't know. Maybe that early image-generation AI was on to something. Eat spaghetti with your hands some time, just give it a try. Why not? What are you afraid of? Anyway, as we wait with bated breath...

i just wanted to sneak the horse soap into this picture because i think it's funny, it has nothing to do with anything. The year changes. 254, the start of our fifth year in Rushsly. It's certainly cause for celebration, even if this isn't the time. For now, with the beast still far enough away to remain hidden but close enough to remain a potential threat, the best we can do is let the soldiers off patrol for a little bit to calm their nerves - weapons and armor still at the ready, of course - and try to have a few more normal days. Sure, they could be our last, but really any day could, and at least we know what's coming. And in real life I'm tired but want to try a bit of Shadows of Doubt before bed so I'm going to have to cut it here. It seems like as the complexity of the fort increases, so does the length of these posts, but yet the in-game time spent only decreases. Maybe by the time we're at 100 kobbles I'll only even get through a season or two per session. Oh and sorry about that rant back at the beginning. If you actually read it then wow lol, thanks. If you didn't, don't worry, you didn't miss anything. I just don't have anywhere else to do long-form thought organizing like that right now. This may be a Dwarf Fortress Let's Play tumblr but it is also my blog. Probably not going to go on a tangent that long again any time soon but I'll warn you and tell you where to skip again if I do. I deeply appreciate your patronage take it easy thanks

#dwarf fortress #kobblefort

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teaveetamer · 1 year

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People are exagerating. Sure Engage has a plot that is less complex than 3 houses, more light hearted and clearly cheesey but the lore around Sombron is pretty solid. He isn't like the Agarthans who themselves lacked a bit of in depth since Arval/Epimenides lore was never further explored. But compared to Grima and Anankos, Sombron is good damnit.

Ok this reply got long and maybe a bit off topic

Counter-intuitively, the fact that Engage has a much more solid, comprehensible plot and clearly defined lore and character motivations is what makes it less interesting to talk about. At least on a metatextual level.

There is no need to debate "why does Alear go to Firene first?" because we know. Alear goes to Firene first because they were the first to ask for help. There's no need to debate about "how much of the evil done in the game was Sombron's fault?" because we know. All of it.

And really, you can see this in, like, every fandom. How many people spent years talking about the plot of ATLA? Now how many people spent years talking about the plot of Voltron? I don't have numbers, but I've watched ATLA at least a hundred times and spent many years in fan-communities for it and I've hardly seen any extensive discussion about the plot. Meanwhile I've never even seen an episode of VLD but I can give you a rough overview of its plot just based on all of the discussions about it.

With everyone on the same page the only thing to debate is how well it was executed, and that's going to be down to personal taste 100% of the time. On some level we all know that so once you've said your piece there's really no reason to continue arguing about it.

Think of all of the most enduring Fire Emblem wank. It's like, Ike sexuality, Edeldiscourse, and ship wars. So something that was left intentionally vague and ambiguous because homophobia, something that was intentionally muddied by the developers for marketing the waifu purposes, and something that is either not discussed at all in canon or is left completely player-determinant with no canon confirmation.

Like honestly I think 3H just broke our sense of what is "normal" for discussion about this series. Awakening and Fates did see some discussion, but the transformative side of the fandom, at least IME of those games' fandoms, faaaaaaaar outweighed the metatextual side.

Some people liked them, some people didn't, some people explained their positions. The people who liked it stuck around to make art and fic and whatnot, and the people who didn't moved onto other things.

In addition to being a mess, I think 3H was also just kind of got trapped in its own feedback loop/death spiral because of circumstance. With previous games, for the most part, if you didn't like the game you played it, maybe talked about it for a little while, and then moved on. You know, you found another game or another show or another hobby or something that held your interest. 3H came out right before the pandemic, and if you played it and didn't like it... you were probably still talking about it, because what the fuck else were you doing in 2020 while you were trapped in your house with nothing to do and no new games or shows or media coming out? And now it's like everyone has wasted so much time talking about it that Sunk Cost Fallacy is out in full force.

I mean it's anecdotal but I felt like, despite all of the wank, 3H discourse was largely winding down by the time we were hitting January/February of 2020. I might've even observed as much back then, too.

Unfortunately it's another one of those things where I can't create an alternate reality where COVID didn't happen, or where 3H released on schedule in 2018 and Engage was our Pandemic Fire Emblem instead. But given trends in every other industry (e.g. most youtubers saw a huge influx of views in pandemic times that tapered off as people got back to their lives, Netflix saw a huge jump in subscriptions in pandemic times that tapered off as people got back to their lives, heck, even pets got adopted at record rates and then taken back to shelters at record rates after the pandemic) it'd be silly to assume it couldn't have happened to FE as well.

And I'm sure I'm going to get That Anon that insists that 3H is the most specialist game ever and I'm just butthurt because games I like better didn't sell as well or get as much fanfic or whatever. But we, like as a species, have a tendency to believe that when we (or something we like) succeeds it was based on merit, and when we (or something we like) fails it was based on circumstance. But the reality is that it's usually a little bit of both. If 3H was a completely dogshit game with no redeeming qualities then all the pandemics in the world probably couldn't have saved it, but there were no doubt circumstances in the game's favor. Because frankly, it's rather mediocre and unpolished in many aspects, so who knows if it would have garnered the audience it did without being in the right place at the right time.

breathes

Anyway if you ask me, I think what Engage really lacks is a solid, un-permadeathable side character or side characters to draw the audience in. Like, Fates had the siblings (especially Takumi) as strong supporting cast that were likable and sometimes tragic and involved in the plot throughout. Tellius had its Laguz royals, Soren, and Ranulf to create drama and intrigue outside of Ike. 3H had the lords, obviously, but also characters who weren't recruited could shuffle around the various plots and play different roles.

Engage treats pretty much every cast member besides Alear and Veyle as disposable, even the royals (I mean IIRC Timerra barely speaks after you're done with Solm and even Alfred, Diamant, and Ivy start getting pushed to the sidelines toward the end). Which means there's not really a lot of time to get invested in them before they disappear. Which is very much a problem with FE as a series and how it handles its death mechanic so I can't exactly blame Engage for it, but there were games that did it better in the series, too.

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this might be all over the place so im sorry in advance, but i really need help. i feel so lost and completely unmotivated to manifest my desires like i really just dont know what to do. ive been feeling depressed lately and i really just want to change my life to how i want it to be, but i have no direction. literally on tumblr theres blogs arguing/talking about how a certain to manifest is wrong so it feels like im running in a big circle over and over again. i also dont know how to stay persistant ill admit. i dont know if its because im being impatient or if i just dont have enough self discipline. but i am just so tired of living the life im living now im starting to lose hope. i thought manifesting would be my chance to finally be happy with myself, but i still havent managed to manifest any "big" desire such as physical appearance or even just manifesting to see a random car. ive known about manifesting since 2020 so i know its taking longer than it should, i also know its my own fault that im still stuck here but idk what to do anymore. the only thing i have manifested is seeing angel numbers everywhere but that wasnt even intentional so i dont even know how i did it. im so scared that ill have to live my life like this forever while everyone else on here is living their dream lives. i just want to be happy like i really dont understand why i cant just grasp this simple concept like everyone else

baby, work on your self concept. you'll feel so much better and confident, and manifesting will be easier for you. choose the way you want to manifest, and do it. and stick to it. if you like to affirm, then affirm. if you like visualizing, visualize. don't listen to any blog who tells you affirming doesn't work. that is bullshit, as most of the bloggers you see on tumblr manifested their dream lives by affirming. any way you want to manifest will work if you assume it will. but at the end of the day, you have to choose. you have to decide that you're sick of your current circumstances--sick enough that you will actually be willing to do whatever it takes to manifest. ik that in a strange, twisted way thinking negative thoughts can be comforting and help you feel like you have more control over things, but that is not true. nothing bad will happen if you simply decide to give manifesting your all. nothing bad will happen if you stop thinking about how much you hate your life and how hard manifesting is and how difficult it is. only good can come from that. put yourself on a mental diet and stay consistent.

nothing will change if you keep thinking about how awful your life is. absolutely nothing will change. you have to let those thoughts go. i know it can be hard, but if you really want to see change, you have to let it go and trust that as long as you persist, you are guaranteed your new life. you persist by continuing to stay faithful to your new story even if you see absolutely no evidence of it in the 3D. even if you see the opposite. you persist by not taking no for answer, and never ever saying "it didn't work." it always works, even in you haven't seen the evidence of it yet. every single thing you want already exists in your 4D: you just have to stay faithful to the 4D and persist in it until it manifests into your 3D. everything you want is possible, but you have to let the old story go. it is dead and gone. and it is perfectly safe for you to let it go and to persist in your new story instead.

but at the end of the day, you have to decide. you have to be your own motivation. you are responsible for whether or not you manifest your desires, no one else. all of us have seen people shit on the way we like to manifest, or have seen 500 different new contradicting techniques, but we all sifted through all the information and found what worked for us and ignored the negativity we sometimes see on tumblr. you already know everything you need to know. if you need to take a break from tumblr (and all manifesting content) until you manifest your dream life, do it. but you have to put your foot down and decide for yourself. everything i just wrote will be all for nothing unless you decide to listen and choose a better life for yourself.

you got this. you are god. stop saying you can't manifest and step into your power. give it you all. you won't regret it.

#asks

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(—) ★ spotted !! neek silva on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 31 year old looks like chay suede, but i don’t really see it. while the humanitarian aide worker / media sensation is known for being selfless my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be egotistical. i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song let it be by the beatles.

AGE: thirty - one .

DATE OF BIRTH: may 15th .

mainly known for activism but was the bachelor in 2020.

PERSONA: neek silva is a self proclaimed martyr ( and saint ) . wholly delusional and rich as fuck . if you’re lucky enough to be blessed by knowing him then you’re more than likely to end up being told all about what’s wrong with the world , a total dissatisfaction with any correction , neek is always seeking to improve on things and make the world a better place with little consideration for the little people that he affects along the way . in general though he is self - sacrificing , generous , creating and innovative but his head barely fits through the door . he can’t let any little trivial things stand in his way and he’s more than willing to leave pretty much anyone in the dust along the way - sorry guys ! neek isn’t the type of person that you want to make a permanent part of your life although he is a good catch in terms of net worth and moral value to the public appearance . he’s stubborn , stuck in his ways and always seeking a new adventure . he will never be satisfied .

LIFE STORY:

neek silva had the fortunate to be born into a long line of socialites who made their money by simply feeding into the extravagance of being rich . he and his younger sister bluebell were the only children to their parents and were spoiled in every single fashion , loved wholeheartedly and given whatever their hearts desired . unfortunately , neek seemed to desire more than material possessions , his passions ranging from beginning in donating to the poor to becoming a vegetarian and calling his parents murderers every night at dinner . neek was no easy child and his behaviour escalated from simply verbal judgements to taking action against this wrong behaviour ; his parents were not best pleased but they still tried their best .

as they grew up , six years separated himself and his sister and he loathed her selfish , manipulative and fake ways . they could argue for hours on end and neither was able to identify a single thing that the other was doing right . he and his little sister were opposites in every single way and everything that was wrong with the world , neek believed was due to people like his family . now , don’t misinterpret neek for being a good person because in a way he was exactly the same as them … out of touch with reality and stumbling through life making decisions that negatively affected all around him and claiming he was doing it for good . when neek donated all of his parents clothes to charity , signed his sister up to be a guest speaker at the local church , invited the homeless into their mansion or dosed his mother in pigs blood to show that meat was murder … he might have thought that he was being a good person but he was actually just trying to force his beliefs on everyone else . over the years there was a certain friction growing and as he headed into his latter teens then that would come to a head , a number of arrests for activism , inciting protests , slander against corporations and rich families ; neek was causing great embarrassment to his family . still hanging on by a thread , the final straw seemed to be when neek publicly denounced one of their close family friends science foundation as morally wrong and claimed that during a break in he had seen that they were planning to test unknown substances on humans . of course , his claims were refuted but it sure did make a splash in the local news – had neek been right ? it was unclear , but , in his eyes , he was saving the world … or whatever . a few weeks later someone set fire to a tree in his parents front yard and he was told that he could either issue an apology or get out of their house and take his claims with him . he left .

neek felt after this point that he was a true joan of arc type character , a martyr who needed to be vindicated and appreciated ( very wholesome thoughts ) and headed out into the local community to his small following to continue causing a ruckus . he always started things but he never stuck around to see how it ended … peace to the people ! he was easy enough to get feathers ruffled but he only ever faced superficial consequences even without his parents , nobody really wanted to interfere with the rich boy who liked to scream and shout . his followers often ended up in way bigger trouble but they still loved him just the same . by the time he reached his mid twenties then he was touring the world doing humanitarian work and being hailed as a saint … even his parents were coming around although he still played his same old tricks , implying they were awful people unlike him .

WANTED CONNECTIONS .

rich people who know he’s also rich and think he’s a total idiot however he thinks he’s just on the moral high ground so they have to hate him

people who can’t stand to be around him but are allys in public for their reputations

ex husband/ex wife that wants to scream every time they see him. this probably stems from the fact that neek is a terrible partner who focuses all his energy on strangers rather than anything occurring in his personal life

friends who are involved in the same charitable activities although probably have better moral code than neek

someone who tells him off because he acts like an idiot

#intro

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tk-tae-and-symphony · 2 years

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7 reasons why (edited)

here are 7 reasons why re-posted bc tumblr won't let me change my original post:

1 kbs news behind the scenes

being on kbs news was the moment where it really sunk in with the boys that they were famous. it was a big goddamn deal for them as shown by the shout-outs to their parents. and tae turned to jk for physical reassurance on the way to the studio. after, as they were exiting the building, tk started getting clingy before springing apart when they realized the cameras were still on them.

2 their encyclopedic knowledge of each other

not only do they know minute details about each other, they're more than willing to share with the class. it's adorable how they call each other out on things like tae telling everyone he's allergic to beans (he's not, claims jk in a run ep, he just doesn't want to eat them), or tae broadcasting jk's love of white wine (dykm). tae also knows how jk likes his drinks and helps him top his drink off without even looking (fdp 2022). jk takes tae's steak off his plate to cut it up (fdp 2022). what's even cuter is that many times no one even asks but they volunteer information like when they share about the fortune teller or their playing dress up on a trip (v.lives).

3 the amount of care that jk takes when it comes to tae

jk's said that he gives up on things easily but when he really wants to do something he gives it his all. look at the time he took and the amount of care over the snow globe he made for tae (in one of the winter packages). when he cooked for tae in one of the cutest its2 moments, his own version looked delicious but lackluster compared to the feast he whipped up for tae.

4 tae's hands

tae has the habit of reaching forward when he's making a point he's interested in. watch the way he reaches in jk's direction with his palms facing down when he mentions jk in a group conversation. or the way he pulls at jk's arms (3J+tae vlive in ptd lv when jk tries to leave to shower, gda 2020, proof live onstage at kbs music show).

5 the perilla leaf argument and food

in which tk argue that there's no f-ing way they'd be ok with their partner helping a friend with the perilla leaf. chopsticks are an extension of the self and chopsticks touching denotes closeness.

yet jk has fed tae with his own chopsticks many times. tae has literally eaten food that was halfway to jk's mouth (the documentary premiere). tae has stuck his fingers in jk's mouth while feeding him (its1).

more on the topic of food. tae's love language revolves around food. it's something he's learned from his mother (who packed sandwiches for everyone in its1) and he's given kimchi to his wooga friends. while waiting for the 2021 grammys announcement, tae is visibly peeved when jk asks for food. not because he doesn't want to share but the tone is more "babe, i asked you! and you said no but now you're hungry". note that he gives jk food (and even feeds him) when jk acts cute for him. in its2, they spend almost all the food scenes next to each other.

6 they're each other's biggest fans

tae waxes lyrical (pun intended) about jk's music. his tone is gentle in the recording he makes for jk in the 2020 winter package where he tells jk he thinks jjk is the best singer in korea. note that he thought this recording was going to be private.

tae takes pride in being one of the first/only people to listen to jk's music. he's championed stay, talked about listening to my you a month before it was released, and praised your eyes tell over the song he was supposed to be promoting.

normally reticent jk goes on and on about how hot he thinks tae is. and let's not forget the number of times he's been caught giving tae the up and down. instances that come to mind: maknae vlive in ptd la, my universe btb, dynamite mv making clip).

7 physical touch

how many bros or friends do you know who touch each other's inner thighs for an extended period? or cuddle and nap wrapped up together?

there are too many instances to count where they've lounged on each other (its1, festa dinner party 2022, and gda 2020 for a small sample). they're touchy on camera and in front of a stadium full of people (dope and dna in ptd lv) or when they think they're off camera like when they're reviewing pictures. the way jk ran his hand along tae's back and then patted his ass in the proof live premiere. they get visibly pouty when asked to step away from each other.

the mvp: the styles concert video jh took where jk pulls tae's hand over his heart.

there's an abundance of moments. i'm sure other people have their own favorites, this is just a shortlist that comes to mind.

#taekook

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vampire7595 · 7 months

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Saw a post on Reddit asking how long love lasts. It won't let me comment but I want to share my thoughts...

How long does love last?

For me it lasted 6 years. It was a whirlwind from the start. I will finally be divorced at the end of the year and it's both happy and sad. We got together in the spring of 2015; my mental health was horrible, I was living under the control of my toxic family and I hated my life. We were long distance at first living hundreds of miles apart in different states. I was 19. We talked every day and we're best friends before he asked me to be his girlfriend. To me he was everything, my first real relationship, my first love, first kiss, the person who took my virginity. We got engaged after a month together and I moved in with him and his family around Christmas that year. Left the only state I ever lived in and where almost all of my family was. My mom passed away shortly after I moved. I was destroyed. He helped me get through it and we got married in fall of 2016, I was 21 years old. In 2018 I got pregnant, we were over the moon and that following year we had a baby girl. My pregnancy was hard. My depression got really bad while pregnant and I started to have anxiety. We argued more and more. 2020 my dad died, and about a month later the word divorce was said for the first time. We recovered and later in 2020 I was pregnant again.

At this point we were always fighting. About parenting, money, things we buy, just anything. I was angry because of my depression and so irritable. We would have full on screaming matches. He didn't seem as excited when I told him I was pregnant with our 2nd child. I had found some things on his computer that were odd to me and he would take my phone while I was sleeping and check my messages. He flirted with other people, and I complained about him to one of my female friends. Still it caught me off guard when he asked for a divorce when I was not even halfway through the pregnancy. A few weeks later he moved out while our daughter and I stayed with his family. I was destroyed emotionally. I was barely holding it together for my daughter and would get so stressed and sad that I spent weeks expecting to have a miscarriage. I cried myself to sleep every single night for over a month straight, I was a shell of my former self.

About a month later he reached out claiming to want to fix things and come home. He did. We were intimate again multiple times and I felt like my life was getting back on track... it lasted about 5 days. He said he couldn't do it. I was devastated, felt betrayed and was mad at myself for being so weak to just fall back into his arms so easily. We slept in separate rooms and barely spoke. When our son was born I thought the love would surge back, it didn't.

Thinking about dating made me feel sick. My sense of who I am and my little self confidence was shattered, "Maybe if I was thinner he would've stayed", "I lost my one chance to have someone love me" and "I wish I could disappear" were thoughts in my head daily. He got a girlfriend that Christmas, I put up a front of being ok but still cried myself to sleep when I would sit and think about my life. 2022 he moved out early in the year, I got a cat to try and heal and I was on all the dating apps. In the fall my ex and I moved into a house together with his girlfriend and our kids.

This whole thing turned me from a hopeless romantic to a cynical person. I hate the idea of love, I will never be married again and any time I try to date I lose interest. Yet, I cry at the idea of dying alone, being lonely, I miss feeling loved. I am in this weird limbo. I feel stuck, I am a completely changed person now. I am a pessimist, I lost most of my sex drive, and I am still a little depressed with bad anxiety. No one will want to date me so there's no sense in even trying.

Love destroyed me as a person and I can't get that deep into depression again, it scared me. In 10 years I went from someone who loved the idea of love, had a strong bond with my mom and had hope for the future; to a single mom of 2, with no living parents, no dating life and barely any friends that I still talk to regularly.

#venting #how long does love last #love #relationships

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theharlotofferelden · 10 months

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I think a lot of people are stuck in doom-thinking and that also muddles their ability to look at things objectively and at the facts. Kind of similar to how some people on here get offended when someone with depression says something along the lines of "going outside if possible helps sometimes and so does brushing your teeth". Crabs in a bucket thing and all that.

I agree. Personally, while I understand ppls grievances, a lot of what Biden is currently doing is stuff that I've, over the years, have made an effort to compartmentalize/lower my expectations on because stuff is ALWAYS happening and it can be incredibly overwhelming at times. Like, I used to read/watch the news every day, and while I was able to deal with 99% of the information I received, it gets exhausting after a while. It feels like the world keeps finding new and fucked up ways to keep disappointing you. I've been there, I get it, and it fucking sucks.

The way I see it, most of us aren't going to be able to directly affect what's happening outside of going outside to protest or getting involved in local politics or other community efforts. Yes, you can also vote, but from what I've seen, ppl tend to view that in a defeatist manner as well. The overall sentiment on this website during the 2020 election was that Biden wasn't an ideal/perfect candidate so why should anyone bother voting. And while I completely understand and empathize with that, the other side doesn't give a shit about whether Their Guy is perfect. They just care about getting Their Guy in office.

Which puts into perspective the whole "Biden sucks" discourse because if anyone on the other side has grievances about Trump (which they almost certainly do) they're still willing to vote for the fucker without acting like their arm is being twisted. Which is also why ppl tend to view all of discourse about Biden sucking as some kind of psyop.

It's one thing if you (gen) decide not to vote for him, but now you're on The Internet actively trying to discourage people (some of which are new voters) from voting, because while you harp on and on and on about how our current system sucks, you not only can't seem to accept it for what it is and try to work with it in some capacity ("wOrKiNG wiTHiN a fLAweD sYSteM dOEsN't wORk uwu") you're also a little bitch who won't do anything meaningful to actually try and change things. You can volunteer and get involved in community efforts or get involved in local elections. But no, instead you're in my fucking notifs trying to dunk on me because feeling morally superior over how much Biden sucks is really what matters to you.

And it's like. I fucking hate Biden as much as I hate Hillary. I still voted for both of them. Die mad about it.

Anyway, all of this crap to me is just focusing on what I can and can't control, tuning out the noise surrounding it all, and prioritizing what makes me happy. Which is how I tend to view most of the wank on here and other corners of the internet. If arguing about Biden sucking is how other ppl wanna spend their time, then they can have at it. Just leave me tf out of it, for fuck's sake. I'm not on tumblr to argue with ppl about this crap. It's not worth my time or energy. I only have a certain number of fucks spoons to spend throughout the day, and I'd rather spend them on something that makes >me< happy.

#personal: replies #personal: vent #tbd maybe #apologies for the length #i've been thinking about this off and on for months #thing is: tuning out this kind of noise isn't uncommon #but certain folks will look at this and go ''it's a point of privilege if u can compartmentalize what's going on uwu''#''i don't have the luxury to do so bc i've made complaining about these issues 24/7my entire personality uwu''#idk how to explain to these ppl that unplugging from shit is healthy and normal #tho i also don't understand why people want to do internet activism on tumblr (of all fucking places)#bc it's the worst place to talk about ANY nuanced subject #but whatever. anyways

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straightfromthetorturedpoetsdept · 1 year

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Presidential elections are local. You have to win each state as long as we are stuck with the current state-based electoral system. It doesn't matter if all 40 million people in California vote for a third-party candidate, they can still only win the state of California even though that's the same number of people as in 10 - 15 Republican states. Unless socialist Taylor fans go homesteading en masse across multiple red states, it very much matters that she couldn't get the Democrat the victory in Tennessee. You can yell dismissively at me, or you can accept that it's not as simple as you pretend it is.

It's QUITE telling to me that you focused only one point in my reply to you when I responded to your ENTIRE argument in my original ask. Let's recap, shall we?

In response to this post, I presume, you proceed to send me a long ask that admonishes socialists for not mobilizing properly and not attracting "regular people" instead of the "extremists" that the movement is currently made up with. In response to your complete ignorance at WHY exactly national elections have difficulty having visible third party candidates (HINT: regular people can't afford to raise over 200,000 on a RISKY bet every few years), I pointed out that your equivocation of socialism with extremism is extremely telling.

This is not a dismissal, this is pointing out your SEVERE ignorance on socialism and systematic national barriers (not local barriers, of which TN has MANY- including districting issues that not even Taylor Swift herself can overcome with a simple tweet) is extremely telling.

It is quite frankly not my job to educate you on why you're ignorant on socialism because anyone who comes into my inbox equating socialism with extremism is not arguing in good faith. If you really gave a fuck about the issues facing "lgbt people, women, people of color" etc. you would not go around so carelessly demonizing a political movement/ideology that was, ironically, invented by the very people you claim to care about.

That is why my THIRD point to you was that Taylor has a moral obligation to use her platform to help as many people as possible and supporting establishment democrats is not the way to do so. If you care to learn more about that, google is free. I encourage you to look into the history of socialism but I am not a history teacher and this is not my job.

Even now, your equivocation of TN local elections with national elections is extremely telling of your own political ignorance on the systematic barriers in place for both of these elections and how they ARE different from one another. That is why my first point to you is to point how stupid it is to equate "taylor having influence over half of americans" with the statement "taylor has influence over half of any local population of a state" by pointing out that I was focused on Taylor's NATIONAL INFLUENCE over the NATIONAL election system.

Your insistence that her sway over TN election has any bearing over her ability to draw NATIONAL ATTENTION TO SOCIALISM is such a strange strawman when that's not the point of my original post. Like, did you just get offended that I critiqued Taylor's political cowardice?

What exactly is the issue you're having with the post I made that stated that Taylor has political influence over her national fanbase? It seems like you just wanted a reason to demonize socialism because that was the focus of your original ask. Don't move the goalposts now, bestie. Stay focused.

And anyways, despite the fact that TN is red, democrats still won the 2020 presidential election, proving your point that "presidential elections are local elections" is ignorant at best and intentionally misleading at worst.

#ask and you shall receive #taylor swift #politics #dont dismiss me they yell as they completely ignore points 2 and 3 to my response to them lmfao

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thelongdrawnoutstory · 2 years

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Peace After A Narcissist...

I guess to say I found peace is an understatement, I found myself. In December 2020,I met a guy who we will call T. In the beginning everything was great, he moved in to my place in April 2021, looking back now that shouldve been my first red flag, he was all the sudden homeless, but right before that he had told me he wanted to marry me and have a good life with me. So after some conversation he moved in. Things were great, outside of him not having a job, after 1 month of not having one he got a new job, that was close to the house- he was telling me he was excited he could have his lunch breaks with me as we both worked close by. Then he started staying at his cousins house 4 nights a week and stopped talking to me as much. We argued over the changes that were happening, around this time I found out I may have ovarian cancer. The drs were running the tests. I told him I couldnt handle the stress of the bs fights he was starting anymore. Then he came home. At the end of June he was arrested riding a bike to some girls house after I had went to bed, I didnt know at the time that was where he was headed, he said then that he was going to work on music with his cousins. I believed it at stupidly bailed him out of jail on 5 year old warrants. Things were good for a while, but i caught him cheating. He told me he would never do it again and it was a mistake. I believed him. In November we moved to a different place, started planning for what was next. I had a surgery scheduled for January to remove the ovaries. Christmas was when things escalated, I went to christmas with my family and he didnt want to go. I came home to him drunk, the next 2 days he stayed drunk started physically abusing me, claiming that instead of going to my grandparents I was with another man. Once again, I fell for the im sorry i wont do it again routine that i had grown to know well. Then my surgery, I was supposed to be off work for 2 weeks, he wasnt working again so he was saying he would help me while i heal. His version of helping me heal was to have his cousin and 2 females at my house while i was asleep from all the medications. At this point I was so in love with him I didnt see what was happening and I was scared to question things as he had hit my before. Then things were quiet for about 5 weeks, then it was my birthday, he beat me that day, most peoples 30th birthday is spent with friends, mine was trying to figure out how to cover the inevitable bruises coming up. I called the cops that day, running out of my house with no shoes on and going down the street to meet the cops. They didnt arrest him, the original officer said it couldve been worse. He got a ticket. In April, I had another surgery, this time it was a hysterectomy, I would be down for almost 6 weeks. 5 days post op he grabbed me by my hair and pushed me into the car because he had to go to court and didnt want to go alone. During the next 5 weeks, it became a regular thing of this happening. I had begun sleeping on the couch as I didnt want to sleep with him and he had already shown me he wasnt going to listen to the drs orders of no s*x. I went to sit up while he was yelling at me for sleeping on the couch and pulled a stitch I said ow, and he told me i deserved the pain i was in. and I still didnt leave... until May, He got my car stolen, while i was at home waiting for the guy he had sold me to for an hour. At this point I hit my rock bottom, I had a good job, made decent money yet here I was broke because all my money went to him, I hadnt seen my friends or family in months because they didnt like him, and he told me i couldnt go without him. On May 27th, 2022, I got fed up and went to a friends house, she had stuck by me despite me being a bad friend, We had fun, just talked and played a video game, what she didnt know was, I was finally listening to her, I had told him to leave, the house was mine and in my name, the utilities, everything. He sent me a message saying he was gone, and around 11pm I went home, ready to sleep in my own bed without having to worry.

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h8thepatriarchy23 · 2 years

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UNIT 4: SCHEMAS AND STEREOTYPES

The Schema theory, developed by Frederic Bartlett, states that everyone has cognitive representations of their previous knowledge about and experiences in the world. These are schemas, and they are patterns in the long-term memory. Any incoming information will be encoded within the schema that it best associates with. This limits the amount of information that needs to be remembered and subsequently improves encoding, storage, and retrieval. Schemas are inevitable. The brain cannot compute every single piece of information, so it builds these schemas. Though we are then able to remember more information, it may be distorted by pre-existing schema patterns. Schemas enable stereotyping, which occurs when one assumes the traits of an individual based on a group the individual belongs to. Stereotyping is, like schemas, inevitable. They can be harmful when outwardly enforced on others.

At the beginning of the year, we talked about Carl Jung’s twelve different archetypes: the creator, the sage, the caregiver, the innocent, the jester, the magician, the ruler, the hero, the regular guy, the rebel, the explorer, and the lover. While I would not necessarily argue these to be an inaccurate representation of people, I do not believe that pushing these archetypes on people would be beneficial. This only causes people to change themselves to better fit the stereotype of whatever group they associate with. I have already seen this among people I know concerning things like zodiac signs and MBTI personality types. It is important to find a balance between finding comfort in an in-group and basing your personality around its stereotypes.

Personally, one of the stereotypes I hold is that old white men have discriminatory views on certain groups of people and disagree with my opinions on human rights issues. This is because they obviously lived during a time when certain discriminatory opinions were socially normal and they grew up with a system that served them. They were told that white men are superior to all people, and then they had to give up that entitlement for people that some of them did not even consider people. I find it hard to believe that all old white men simply decided to believe in equality because younger generations are pushing so hard for it. This is also because I do not believe that most people can change their fundamental beliefs and behaviours. Moreover, my experience with old white men has been very supportive of the stereotype that I hold. As unfortunately expected, many people are still stuck in the past.

Another one of my stereotypes is that pretty people will automatically fill in the criteria for my version of an “ideal person,” at least loosely. This is called the halo effect. The halo effect is a type of cognitive bias in which one’s initial impression of someone else influences how they view the person’s character. It is usually based on attractiveness because physical appearance is often the first thing that people notice when meeting someone new. Nevertheless, it can be based on other traits. For example, if I meet someone and I find them funny, I would also be inclined to find them smart. Society talks a lot about “pretty privilege” and it is, in fact, the halo effect. People want to believe that those who are physically attractive will also be desirable in other ways (Cherry, 2020).

In my opinion, stereotypes are harmful because they remove the space needed for personal expression and individual identity. There have been many discriminatory and limiting stereotypes that are in the process of being abolished— people are now open to the idea of individuality. However, I also do not think that stereotypes will ever be gone. Our brains force us to form schemas and view people through stereotypes as an immediate, intuitive response to seeing someone new. Even through rational thinking, we will always have preconceived notions regarding others before we get to know them. It is important not to pretend that fact does not exist, but to acknowledge it and know that there is nothing we can do about it internally. Externally, these stereotypes should not be pushed on anyone and we should be open to adapting our own schemas as we receive more information.

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mishasminions · 3 years

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The Last Time I’ll Write a Long Post About Supernatural (15x18-15x20)

15 YEARS OF WATCHING THIS SHOW. 11 YEARS OF RUNNING A BLOG ABOUT IT. IT’S BEEN QUITE A RIDE.

[15x20 Speculation + evidence at the bottom]

First off, I just wanna come clean and say, after all these years, I still think they should’ve ended at Season 5.

If you’re going to come at me with “Then why’d you stick around to watch it if you didn’t like it?”, your question is immature, and the answer is simple: I just want to know what happens next (I also love the main characters and their actors too). You can watch a show and still think it’s shit.

Call me a clown, but despite all the disappointment and trust issues that this show has given me, I would still look forward to the day where it might just turn itself around and bring back the quality it once had, or realize the potential of each story it was trying to tell, or at the very least, do justice by my favorite ship.

Never happened.

They’ve had a few good episodes here and there. I can’t imagine the SPN Universe without The Man Who Would Be King, The French Mistake, and Scoobynatural. Seasons 6-10 were enjoyable at times. I blocked out most of 7 & 11-15.

If you’ve been following this blog since its heydays in 2010-2014, you’d know I’d try my best to defend Destiel and this show’s decisions regarding it no matter what.

Because you know what, as a CONCEPT, this show is good. If you take a look at all the worlds its storylines have birthed in fanfiction/fanworks, you’d see how much Supernatural has wasted its own story arcs. The writing got shittier as each season progressed, and they’ve obviously given up in production as well because the quality in the execution has noticeably gone down too, but if you take a step back and take a look at the bigger picture, you’ll see that this show still tries to make sense of itself.

[If you’re still following this post, please bear with me, I know this is long, but I just want you to understand how jaded and pessimistic I am with regards to this show, so maybe you can buy into whatever hopeful thing I’m about to say later on.]

SO LET’S TALK ABOUT DESTIEL

Never in my wildest dreams did I think that they would give us Castiel’s “I love you” speech. To the point where, if I weren’t so desperate for it, I would argue that it was completely out of character for him to word vomit the way he did (but I’m not gonna diss on that right now because I’ll take what I can get).

I’ve valued every meaningful and obscure exchange that Dean and Cas have had in the earlier seasons, and I was willing to accept their relationship as just that--undefined, without any clear boundaries as to what they really are. And I think that was beautiful on its own.

But now, they’ve chosen to define it.

After they’ve driven every possible wedge between Dean and Castiel in seasons 11-15, to try to explain away their feelings as something they offer to a collective.

Dean can’t mourn and pray for JUST Cas, he has to mourn and pray for EVERYBODY--even Crowley, even some chick he just met, because god forbid he cries about just the guy who has given up everything for him--that would be “too homo”.

They’ve even set Cas on a path to abrupt fatherhood just so he can care about something other than Dean. Make it seem as if Dean wasn’t his purpose through and through.

And after all these years of this stupid show trying to deny it, they choose to acknowledge it at the worst possible circumstance, at a time where they’ve been so far apart, that it seems so foreign for them to suddenly come together.

But here we are. And they’ve chosen to tell us.

Chosen to tell us that everything that Castiel has done leading up to his death, he has done it because he was IN LOVE WITH DEAN WINCHESTER.

Chosen to tell us that the ONE THING THAT WOULD MAKE CAS HAPPY IS DEAN WINCHESTER.

Chosen to tell us that BEING WITH DEAN WINCHESTER is something that CAS WANTS BUT KNOWS HE CAN’T HAVE.

And they’ve also chosen to tell us nothing about how Dean feels.

Sure, finding out your angel made a deal, the stipulations of said deal, his newfound happiness philosophy, his long-winded monologue of why he loves you and why you’re worthy of his love, and to top it all off he tells you that being in love with you is enough to make him happy while he subtly hints that he’s always wanted to be WITH you romantically, was a lot to process in the 5 minutes after you’ve just had an existential crisis.

It’s whatever, right? Let’s culminate 11 years worth of tension and feelings in 5 minutes. Let’s waste the entire episode with cringey expository dialogue, and irrelevant sequences. The whole season was a waste anyway.

You know what Supernatural? FUCK YOU FOR THAT. They deserved better. WE deserve better.

And I would love nothing more than to hurl every possible insult your way,

But for the last time, I’m going to HOPE that you’re finally going to try to make it better for the fans that stuck by you all these years.

No more baiting new viewers, no more placating casual viewers, no more excuses. 15 years. Bring it home for the people who have actually been around.

SO HERE’S HOW I THINK 15x20 IS GONNA GO

There’s two ways this series is gonna end. Horribly or Spectacularly.

First let’s all take into consideration what Andrew Dabb says about it:

So, let’s start with

ENDING HORRIBLY

In this scenario, Misha is telling the truth about his last day of filming being 15x18. His “camping trip” during the last few days of filming 15x20, was actually a camping trip. He doesn’t go to Vancouver to shoot.

Jensen wasn’t “being careful” during the zoom interviews that it was just him and Jared quarantining for the shoot, it really was just him and Jared (althought most of these were done pre 15x19) Supernatural isn’t smart enough to do misleading PR, and they’re once again oblivious to the potential of their own story.

Misha hasn’t posted a “Goodbye Castiel” tweet because he’s probably saving it for last episode or he forgot because it was overshadowed by the Destiel trend that night.

So what we get is:

Sam and Dean are on the road again, up against the monster of the week. Only their world no longer has actual Supernatural beings anymore, so the monsters they’re fighting are humans.

Humans end up killing the Winchesters (despite having gone up against literally every powerful being imaginable INCLUDING God himself). Dean and Sam end up in heaven and relive their greatest hits.

Meanwhile, Castiel rots in The Empty because he died after realizing that he was happy and gay. Jack doesn’t bother rescuing him—his surrogate dad, the guy who made this specific deal to spare him—even though it was so easy for him get Cas in and out of The Empty when he had a fraction of the power that he has now.

Dean never speaks of Castiel’s confession because despite all the hints of a profound bond in the earlier seasons, and the fact that Dean has never cared for anyone (who isn’t his actual brother) as immensely as he does Cas, Supernatural just can’t have its main macho character be “suddenly bisexual” because that would hurt the male ego or some shit.

His heaven would probably be living happily ever after with his family. “Family” meaning Mary and John Winchester--two of the shittiest parents ever (but they’re not going to include them in this episode like they were supposed to because of Covid) and Sam.

Sam also gets a dog. As usual.

I wouldn’t put it past Supernatural to do this. After everything they’ve pulled, this would be right up their alley. I actually expect this ending.

Anyway, onto the next possible ending

ENDING SPECTACULARLY

In this scenario, Supernatural tries to stick the landing, and Jensen’s whole “It didn’t sit well with me at first, but then I took a step back after talking to Kripke, and realized that I had to view it from an audience perspective, I am now really excited about it” (DC Con 2019) anecdote about his thoughts on the final episodes, were actually about Dean potentially ending up with Cas. (Which would totally make sense because Jensen at first didn’t see Dean as anything but hetero, but as of late, he has been throwing in Destiel jokes of his own, so he seems to have warmed up to the idea)

Backed with Misha’s tidbit (DLConline 2020) that he and Jensen had conversations about Destiel, and that they wouldn’t have gone through with it if Jensen wasn’t onboard with it, but Jensen didn’t push back at all. (Why would they need to check with Jensen if it was just Cas going all in?)

Robert Berens (writer of 15x18) also wrote the script at the beginning of Season 15, but made Misha privy to the concept a year prior (Season 14), so they went into this season knowing about Destiel going canon.

This one’s a reach, but this scenario also supposes that Misha was lying about his whereabouts during the filming of the final episode, and him saying that 15x18 was his last episode is part of the diversion to avoid taking away from the weight of Castiel’s death.

And that Supernatural is actually self-aware of its own material (similar to how they have wrapped things up in the past—lots of expository dialogue, poor execution, but fulfills the story arc)

Since Season 15 is basically a Meta Season (Chuck/God as a writer, pretentiously calling out how he created the worlds, its characters, and basically invalidating the past 14 seasons), and 15x19 is supposedly the finale for Season 15, written by two of the worst Supernatural writers, Brad Buckner and Eugenie Ross-Leming (Bob Singer’s wife), then we can assume that 15x19 is where the shitty writers kill themselves--as Chuck, of course.

So we get a badly written episode that produces a bad ending, or as Becky put it, “All action, and no Cas”

So we get the bad writers season ending at 15x19.

And 15x20 is where Sam and Dean write their own stories, and where the cast had a hand in pitching ideas for it.

Dabb has mentioned that 15x20 (Act Two) is a SERIES finale, where they try to resolve the characters’ journeys.

Because as everyone has acknowledged, Supernatural isn’t about the story, it’s about the characters.

So here’s what we can get out of it:

With no more Supernatural beings left to fight, Sam and Dean are in a stalemate. They’ve resigned themselves to fighting to the bitter end, but the “end” has passed, and they’re still standing.

So they try to figure out who they are now, and what they want out of the life they still have.

Sam still wants a normal apple pie life. Before Dean dragged him out of college to go hunting with him, he had a whole life planned out for him. Become a lawyer, settle down with a nice girl, and get a dog. He gave all that up because they had work to do, but now the work is finished, he can finally go back to wanting that for himself again.

Dean finally realizes his self-worth after Cas saves him again. His prayer to Cas in purgatory may have helped him come to terms with his anger, but the whole “you’ve done everything you did for love” speech finally put him in his place, and he learns not to hate himself anymore.

But of course, he cannot fully reconcile with himself if he doesn’t get Cas back, and tell him how he feels.

Because Dean actually wants something for himself this time. Something he knows he can finally have if he can just salvage it.

So maybe this time around, with the help of Jack (off-screen), Dean saves Cas. Grips him tight and raises him from perdition.

They bypass The Empty deal by turning Cas human, and he lives the rest of his days with Dean.

Dean and Cas know they deserve to be saved, and they know that they deserve to be happy.

(Wishful thinking, maybe they kiss a little)

Anyway...

I’m just saying, there’s NO WAY that they’d have Cas go through that whole rushed speech, if they weren’t going to do anything about it later on.

But again, after 10 years of disappointment, I wouldn’t put it past Supernatural to pat themselves on the back and say, “Okay, we sort of gave them what they wanted. We’re good now”

If that’s the case, Supernatural, I’m sorry I wasted my time on you.

Here’s to hoping 🤡

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I am feeling... Strangely vindicated, by what Martin said this episode about how their whole relationship is just kind of built on a trauma bond. I think it’s always bugged me when people describe them as soulmates, because so much of jmart to me is that they’re not. As much as they love each other, that love is a choice. They don’t always click, they get on each other’s nerves and argue and don’t get each other’s jokes but they still love each other. Yes it’s as a product of their circumstances, but that love doesn’t make it any less real.

(Under the cut because oh lordy this one got long apparently)

I think to summarise my own feelings on it, I am legitimately going to have to quote a fanfiction here. One of the first TMA fics I read when it was still updating was Weaver, a superhero style Web!Martin au that I still recommend because it’s wonderful, if a little outdated plot and characterisation wise because it was posting two years ago. But a line that always stuck with me was (spoilers) in the chapter in which Spider-Martin gets de-masked and Jon finds out who he is (It’s also the love confession chapter. For obvious reasons.)

“If it were a different world, one where the Weaver didn’t exist, maybe Jon would never have fallen for Martin. But that isn’t the world they’re in. They’re in this one, and in this one, Jon has fallen for Martin. There’s no doubt about that.”

And I did not like this at the time! Because I was a little more naïve about romance at the time and I really felt that that took away from it instead of adding to it. I thought that Jon’s admittance that in a different timeline he wouldn’t have loved Martin was a sign of weakness, that because they weren’t ‘perfect soulmates’ then it was... I don’t know how to phrase it better than in meme format: “I’m going to get a bad grade in relationship, something that is both possible to achieve and normal to fear”. That even if they were entirely happy together that this was a flaw and meant it wasn’t the 100% run Perfect Storybook Romance I thought I wanted to read. Obviously since then I’ve realised that’s all bullshit and this is actually a lovely line because it’s stating that he does love him, here and now. And this is what canon reiterates to us in 199:

MARTIN: But we wouldn’t have, would we? Been together I mean. [....] Face it, John, it took almost two years of crisis and trauma to even make us compatible. And that sucks. But here we are. And I don’t want it to be for nothing. I won’t let it.

And I just... Love that Martin is aware of that. He’s never been under any illusions about his relationship with Jon. Of course we don’t know if it’s actually true because we don’t know these timelines, we cannot get a solid answer (Unless 200 REALLY pulls it out of the bag and shows us. After all, Martin did say “Their own Martin” when listing things that the other universes probably had). Jon doesn’t seem to like this idea, being confused at first, then rejecting that he hated Martin, and then trying to divert the topic, so maybe they would work, or at least Jon is looking back retrospectively and seeing ways he could have changed to make it so he was more aware of his feelings, but hindsight is 2020 and rose coloured glasses y’know.

Plus, Martin himself admits in 186 that he knows most of the reason Jon hated him was projection of his fear:

MARTIN: Hey, to be fair, he still kind of hated me back then. I’m really not sure it would have been the time to take my shot. ALSO MARTIN: Fair. He was projecting hard. Between us, that guy’s got some real issues. MARTIN: Hey! Pretty sure we love ‘that guy’. ALSO MARTIN: Yeah, and all his many, many problems.

So Martin here is already showing his “I am aware Jon hated me” cards, but Martin’s inner self is also going “Yeah, but also, he did have a reason”, which is odd since it makes it seem like the internal Martin, who was generally much more open and blunt about harsh truths that episode, is the one actually defending Jon.

So with Jon’s rejection of the sentiment, I don’t think we can take it as a definitive truth that they wouldn’t work in another timeline. I think it might just implicate they wouldn’t work in the dynamic they had before. Martin is right in that I don’t think that would have worked out without the layers of trauma bringing them together. Jon seems to think, though possibly through flawed hindsight, that they could have. Personally I’m interpreting it as they could work if, as Jon said, “If we had just... met. Been together, without all of this.”, ‘this’ entailing the institute as well, meeting as peers somewhere else without all of the weight of That bearing down on Jon, affecting him even in a mundane capacity before becoming a supernatural one.

I’m glad it’s in there though. The way I had described Jonmartin before is that they’re not soulmates, by any capacity. But, if you want to assign them a romantic trope of that type, red string of fate might just work. Because they don’t match, not perfectly, but they always had each other, and really, there was no doubt that they wouldn’t end up together in some capacity. And I like that it gives a layer of self-awareness to Martin! I am so glad for every line and interaction that kicks back against early season characterisation, or fanon misinterpretation, that he’s naïve or just a love interest. It gives him this really lovely bit of depth that he, the one who was always painted more as the lovestruck one than Jon “What Are Feelings” Sims, is the one hyperaware of their status to each other than Jon, who seems to want to convince himself that they were always meant to be, whether that statement is true or not.

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