#poor neighboor

[missstrvlightt]

Kim Mingyu | First night back

proofread? ; somewhat

w/c ; 1.3K

a/u ; my obsession with this man is sicking but i could honestly care less lmao , but who wouldn't bruh????

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

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the lock on the front door clicks and the door pushes open. you see mingyu's figure as he enters the apartment. not even giving him time to set his things down you jump off the couch running and jumping into his arms. 

he quickly drops his bags and catches you in his arms. he pulls you up easily and your legs wrap around his waist. mingyu buries his face in your neck, taking in you a sweet scent. he squeezes your figure by swaying back and forth. 

"i've missied you so much gyu." you whisper in his neck. he chuckles placing a kiss on your neck. his hands slide down your back and then under your butt still holding you up allowing you to lean back to see his face. he lifts his hand to move some of your lose curls from your face. 

"not as much as i've missed you baby girl." he says flashing you a smile, his sharp canine like fangs smiling at you as well. he slowly lets you down still holding you close with his hands placed on your waist. your neck being cranked upto look at him. 

he turns you around by the waist leading you over to the couch his with lips on your neck placing soft light kisses. letting out a small giggle at the ticklish feeling. he flops down on the couch and pulls your body between his legs , each leg straddling the sides of his legs. 

eyes now being leveled due to his slouching position you take a good look at the desire and lust that floats around in them. his hands feel all over your body missing the soft feeling of your coco butter skin. he looks down his eyes focusing on your boobs sitting perfectly in your cropped tank top. 

"i've been needy and alone for 4 weeks , gyu if you're gonna fuck me please do it quickly." you whine grabbing his attention back to your pleading face. he smirks before wrapping his fingers under your tank top and pulling it over your head. he smiles at the sight of your black lacy bra and the 24k gold necklace with his name blinged out in diamonds sitting between your boobs.

"lay down for me baby, daddy's gonna take care of you." he guides your body to lay flat on the couch his hand rubbing the sides of your stomach. he unzips his black jacket revealing his tonned tanned chest. he throws the jacket somewhere on the floor. 

he starts by kissing your chest making you let out a satisfied moan missing his touch and his kisses. he trails sloppy kisses all the way down to the waist line of your PJ shorts. he hooks a finger around the shorts and slowly starts to pull them down , you whine at how slow he's going. 

"Stop whining baby , you know i don't like when you whine." he says knowing excacly what he's doing. while mingyuwas away you made sure that he knew how much you missed him. sending him pictures and videos of you sticky wet cunt , knowing that you wouldn't break his rule of no touching without primisson. he knew you were suffereing right now.

he taps your hips signaling for you to lift them. you lift your hips and he pulls off the shorts and the panties as well. mingyu lets out a groan at how wet you are and he hasn't even touched you yet. 

"my poor baby , look at my pretty pussy." he says while taking his pointer finger and ghosting it over your throbbing clit. "so needy and sensitive." he says in a mocking tone. you moan out even though he isn't touching you but just the thought of him getting ready to makes you wanna cum on the spot. 

he spreads your legs placing both over his broad shoulders. he smiles up at you as you stare down at him with teary lust filled eyes. he watches as your chest moves up and down. he opens his mouth his thick tounge rolling out.

licking from you leaking hole to your clit he starts sucking and making out with you cunt. your back arches off the couch letting out a loud moan that the neighboors can definitely hear. 

one hand flys to the back of the couch gripping it while the other hands grabs onto mingyu's slightly buzzed head. yourhips start to jerk as he begins to fuck you with his tounge. 

the lewd nosises echoing through the living room. sound of spit and pre-cum being mixed together with mingyu's mouth. "m-mingyuu ah ah fu-fuckkk." you scream out your back arching even more up off the couch when mingyusticks his ringed middle finger deep into your cunt making your orgasm build up in the core of your stomach. 

mingyu feels your pussy clench and unclench around his finger so he pulls away his quickly rubbing his hand across your cunt making you jerk up grabbing his wrist feeling a huge shock of pleasure. 

before you can cum he removes his hand watching as your body shakes from the declined orgasm. mingyu sits up to pull his pants and underwear off. you reach between your legs sticking two of your own fingers in you cunt getting yourself ready to be stretched out by mingyu's monster cock. 

mingyu strokes his hard cock. he brings his hand up to your mouth , you already knowing what to do you open your mouth licking and slobbering on his fingers. he uses your spit as lube rubbing it on the tip of his cock. 

lining himself up , he wastes no time sliding inot your cunt. he groans out his head falling as he feels your cunt sucking him in. "shit baby , ima fuck you so good." mingyu moans out his lips then smashing onto yours. 

his tounge explores your, both of your moans mixing forming a perfect melody. mingyu begans the thrust hearder at the feeling of your squishy walls squezzing his cock. 

he sits up on his knees wrapping his giant hands on either sides of you hips and starts to pound into you at animalistc pace. the sound of skin clapping and wet slushing noises can be heard from a mile away, and the porngraphic moans that rip from your throat. 

"ahh ah d-daddy i-i'm cumming ! Fuck i wanna cum!" you yell. mingyu watches as your eyes start to rolling till the whites of your eyes are all that's seen. mingyu hunches over marking your neck and sharpining his thrust feeling the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. 

"go ahead baby girl , cum for daddy. give it to me baby." he growls out in your ear biting down on your lobe. with those words you feel as if you blacked out at how hard and fast your orgasam hits you , sending your body into a euphoric shock.

mingyu continues with fast thrust and then slows down helping you ride out your high. he sits up , his arms holding him up as he hovers over your body. mingyu feels as if he just got done with an intense workout. 

he slips his still hard cock out of you earning a whine from the slight overstimulation. he moves your still shaken body over a bit to slide behind you pulling you close to his chest feeling his hard cock in the crack of your butt and back. 

you just lay there trying to get your brain back down to earth before speaking. "you didn't cum." you say with a hint of disappointment , loving when he feels you full of his thick seed. mingyu chuckles at your tone while kissing yournecked shoulder. 

"it's alright my love , we're nowhere from being done. i'll have you up all night." he says sneaking his hand down between your legs rubbing your swollen clit with his middle and ring finger making you let out a pained moan feeling pain but the pleasure slowly takes over. 

he sits up standing , slipping his big muscly arms under your body picking you up bridal style. "i'm gonna make you a mommy tonight love." he says making you let out a satisfied laugh kissing his lips as he walks out the living room and into y'all's shared bedroom.

#18+ books #fanfic #kim mingyu #black fem reader #missstrvlight💌 #seventeen mingyu #smutty smut smut #mingyu x fem reader #mingyu x black fem reader #kim mingyu smut #seventeen #seventeen smut #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #mingyu reactions #mingyu imagines #mingyu is daddy #mingyu x oc

[that-kid-fromtheplayground]

𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈! || Butters Stotch with a pretty female ! highschooler who takes care of him as an older sister.

note ;; age stays as canon.

It all started because your neighboors needed a babysitter for their son.

And you, being the highschooler you were, needed a bit of money to buy your most recent whim, so you knocked on the door and offered yourself to babysit their son.

Linda and Stephen talked for a bit before accepting you and telling you all the things that you needed to know. [like where the principal rooms were, the food you needed to prepare him for dinner and the bedtime]

Later on, when you were fully informed, you became Leopold ‘Butters’ Stotch’s babysitter.

To say it was a pleasure to be his babysitter would be an understandment, because that boy was truly an angel!

He was very polite to you the whole time and even asked you to paint his nails while you two watched a Barbie movie.

He also was very curious about you and asked many questions about highschool and about yourself, like your favourite colour, series and type of music.

After that little night you both call your first meeting you instantly developed a sense of protection towards Butters, and so on you kept interacting with him, and that’s how his friends met you.

“Butters, hun, you left your notebook in my house��� you said as you walked towards Butters with a soft smile, said notebook full of Hello Kitty stickers safely held in your hands.

“aw, thank you! silly me, I forgot it” Butters chuckled with a small blush of shame as you handed him the notebook, you smiled warmly at him before crouching a bit and pressing a kiss to his forehead before ruffling his hair slightly.

"Butters dude, you coming or- woah!” you turned yourself to be met with a dark haired boy with ice blue eyes, Stan, staring at you with deep red cheeks and a surprised look.

And yeah, that was pretty much everyone’s reaction when they saw you.

And yes, Kenny did absolutely cling to you for dear life after you called him one of those sweet nicknames you had for Butters and started whinning when Cartman tried to get him off you so they could enter the school.

Now Kenny treats Butters super well in hopes he talks to you of him and you decide to look after him too, poor Kenny needs maternal love and affection.

Cartman mocks Butters about you and jokes alot about you being a basic bitch, Butters punched him in the face the day he called you that though.

You usually will stay the night at Butters’ house in Fridays and you both have a calm night of watching movies and drawing or doing silly little crafts to gift his parents / friends.

[please gift something to Kenny he will cry and cling to your leg for a whole 3 hours]

You def. will help Butters to sew and fix his different costumes.

You will also def. be Proffesor Chaos’ right hand and you’ll be dressed as the typical 80′s bad boy (I mean leather jacket INCLUDED) even though you are a girl AND THE SUPERHEROS ACTUALLY BELIEVE YOU ARE A BOY LMAO.

I am 103% believer in that you two will spend whole evenings baking little sweet treats and trying to decorate them so they resemble Hello Kitty’s characters.

You definitely have punched Cartman when he made fun of Butters, and you definitely had to be held back for Shelley and Stan while Scott hyped you up from the background.

do not 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖑 nor 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 my work || fanarts are welcome and appreciated !

#south park #south park x reader #platonic south park x reader #butters #butters stotch #leopold #leopold stotch #butters x reader #older reader #x older reader #x fem reader #fem reader #female reader #x female reader #south park x female reader #south park x fem reader #marj #marjorine #south park butters #south park butters x reader #kid's works

[i-bring-crack]

What dynamic do you think Jin-Chul has with important shadows? Jin-Woo definitely assigned each of them at least once to Jin-Chul just to make sure man won’t die from overworking.

/okay but it’s funny to think Jin-Chul was literally ready to fight a shadow over his right to work because apparently shadow decided it’s enough for today

Even funnier I think is that animal shadows absolutely adore Jin-Chul (and Jin-Chul secretly has a soft spot for them). People just walk in and there’s Jin-Chul having half unconscious nap on a giant fucking bear who absolutely allows no one near poor man or you know a wyvern and a dragon being therapy animals wheeze.

Oh dear God this is so cute!!

And honestly the situation would prob arrive with Jinwoo having to let each one of his shadows try to protect Jinchul. Especially when the dangers begin to lurk near him since he is the closest person to Jinwoo so most of the people will likely try to get close to him in order to get the man to spill information about Jinwoo. And even if he is an A tier rank, highest among them, Jinwoo doesn't want to risk it anymore as he gets to find out that Jinchul tried stopping S ranks (Dongsoo) in the past just for him. (Other reasons too but Jinwoo was the strongest gest among them).

Jinwoo has surprisingly underestimated how difficult this duty would be.

Beru was instantly eliminated when Jinchul found out he liked K dramas and thus put them on to keep him distracted.

Igris was the best candidate he had. Nothing could sway him, he was stronger than Jinchul, he was respectful and understood the man. But sadly it also required Igris to have his undivided attention, which meant Jinwoo would also loose one of his best soldiers in battle and also to protect Jinah when Beru was busy caring for Kyung-Hye.

So up to option number 3 Tank.

Unfortunately Tank destroyed the house because Jinchul in fact lives in an apartment (owned but still an apartment). The neighboors were not happy about that.

Titans were a no from the start.

Tusk provided a good quality service in protecting the man until he almost burned the place down for making pancakes.

Jima often made the couches wet, not a great thing for jinchul who sometimes slept on them when he felt the bed was too far away(one room over).

Kaisel was a great option once Jinwoo got around taming the other dragons to be his flight vehicles, he still likely uses kaisel more but when it came to protecting jinchul, he made kaisel, who could shrink and grow, to be under jinchuls shadow.

Also cutest thing, if Kaisel did have feathers instead of scales, it's just that the feathers look so sharp they look like scales. (Mostly due to the lightning that was always around him.)

Kaisel is also very soft and pr3fers long naps whenever possible, an amazing contrast to our overworked jinchul which is juat what he needs.

Working too much? Kaisel will just get on the computer and sleep.

I'd like to also think he has the little trio of 2 Knights and one mage to help him out around the house and also played table game's with him since they are human enough to understand him and keep him company,, the little mage also knows how to cook food well, without burning it and can preheat any coffee at just the eight temperature.

Great, Jin-Chul's roomates are centuries old dead souls.

(Does he Absolutely have a castle just for him and cuddling in the Shadow realm? Yes, yes he does, Kaisel and Tank wrap around him whenever possible. It's the warmest place in the Shadow realm)

#solo leveling #manhwa #sung jin woo #solo leveling spoilers #woo jinchul #jin chul #my beloved #solo leveling shadows #igris #kaisel #beru #tank #tusk #woo jin chul x sung Jin Woo

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Sir Bertrand Mcguffingan from District 2 is exactally what the Capitol expects when hearing the word Victor: a born killer in golden armor with silly anthics and the same levels of empathy a brick wall has for the unfortunate driver that hitted it (and vaguely the same brains). That is in itself odd. People shouldn't be so blasé about the constant slaughter of their neighboors even when treated as special for it. But that's the wonder of the career districts and Bertie isn't special even in his awfullness.

Hamid Saleh Haroun al-Tahan from 1 is more likely what one would expect from a career. Someone that always felt a bit unconfortable with the games but not enough to actually see something bad with it. Specially not when most of his family is made of victors and important people nor when his friends were all up to it. Gideon was a legend after all. Someone who was way too soft but always pretended not to be until he won his games and couldn't drive the nightmares alway. Couldn't pretend it had all been worth it.

Zolf Smith from four was barely a career. He did what he had to do to survive both in games and outside of it and while he respected Barnes he never bought the honor talk the other Victor tried to use to keep himself sane. He was cynical and realist and he lost more and more of himself at every kid he send to die.

Howard Carter from 5 was a surprise only because he voluntered by a random impulse and maybe just a hope that winning would make the judment stop. It didn't. He drank a lot nowdays.

Azu from District 8 should not have survived. She was physically strong but she had a big bleeding heart and not a single one of her peers had any hope she would get out of it. They liked her, loved her even. But when she got out of the arena, blood on her pink clothes and tears for the friends she lost people were shocked. She always lit a candle for the lost in the temple of Afrodite. The fact she was still soo good was probably the surprise.

Grizzop Drik Ach Armsterdam from Distric 11 knew his way with a bow and took no punches from anyone. He was a force of nature. He didn't regret winning nor the people he had to kill but he hated the system that made him do it with passion. The fact that the Capital had let him mostly by himself was probably the biggest surprise.

Celiquillithon "Cel" Sidebottom from 3 was the Victor everyone hoped to be. Not because they were coping better than any of the others but because they were still abble to build a comunity afterwards. Because they took care of the people of their district, used their money and inventions to help, visited their homes, offered smiles and advices and did the best they could. And people noticed it. They counted on Cel. It was a complicated situation because it was the perfect grounds for a revolution but also because the Capital had the whole District as form to keep them in line.

Sasha Rackett from District 12 came from nowhere. She was a poor kid from a forgotten place with no carisma and no mentor and she should've died. She was too sincere and too standofish and too good with a knife and small spaces and the way she cried when her district partner died and the way she killed and the way she smiled like she didn't want to be there. There was something about Sasha.

Oscar Wilde was not a Victor. In fact for most people he was as Capital as they come and he was fine with it. No one needed to know about his late mother nightmares or Esperanza or an arena she refused to talk about even when it cleared haunted her. His sister died in the districts, his accent died quickly after in the Capitol. He trusted the Capital goverment as much as he could throw them (so taking in consideration his lack of upper body strengh and the fact they were all dragons not at all) and the Harlequins trusted him even less. None of it mattered. What mattered was that the Victors loved him in front of the cameras and every single one hated him when the lights turned out and the interview was over and it was fine. No one suspects the press of revolution wich is absolutly stupid but he is fine with it. No one suspects a spy of anything as long as they are doing a good job.

None of them fit very well as the biggest hope the world has of changing. Not the way Curie and her Council (apart from Einsten) did. Not even the way Earhart did. But no one actually fits the roles the world gives them, they just have to keep trying.

#i'm soo deleting this later #thinking about my ambitious hunger games rpg i would dm if i had the time #and this happened instead #rqg #rusty quill gaming #hunger games

[dreamtydraw]

could we hear some more abt darcy and qiu's dynamic :)?

*inhale*

*exhale*

SO LET ME START ! Thanks you so much for asking

Darcie isn’t directly friend with qiu at first. He’s more of her sibling’s friend who turns out to be the neighboor. When they interact in step 1 is because Valentin brought his sister or because it’s a small town and they are bond to run into each other.

They both share ballet class for a few year but Darcie drop out because she’s clumsy and don’t like being in front of other.

Darcie start to develop a small crush like all the kids out here because Qiu is that one nice popular kid that everyone gets to like at some point.

It’s only between step 2 and 3 that you can start to see that crush stop being one sided. Darcie is more confident and hang more with more people, which includes qiu, it helps their relationship develop further. As Automn gets to know her more and see her more confident about herself, a small crush on that one quiet girl who lives nearby happend. It’s a neighboor, to friend to lover.

They are a duo that is pinning HARD and you know who suffers from it ? Everyone around them, mainly Tamarack and Valentin who gets to see them separately freak out and gush about their crush, holding back tear or laughter about this situation. Darcie brushed her feeling off as just them being good friends and Qiu search for the good moment.

They are CRINGE, mainly Darcie-

She came out of a twilight and wattpad phase, she loose her sleeps on Ao3 and some of her favorites fics are just self insert shipping with characters that remind her of Qiu. She’s down BAD, she get easily flustered, try to act smooth and regret it right after by punching the ground with her tears and fist-

Thing is they have a sort of easygoing type of relationship between them due to having grown around each other. For qiu Darcie is one of his best friend’s sister. They spent some birthday together, hang around, messed a bit, friendly flirted, all funs and giggles until the fear of romantic intimacy kicked in. They don’t even realize they are on date when they are at one because it just feels casual. Like sure, they are hanging just the two of them at the dinner by themself- but it’s a friend thing of course ! And they go do some errands just together as friends ! Same for some ballads, maybe going to the lake, maybe hiking and talking about life, sleeping at each other’s house when tamarack and valentin are being lovebirds you know- no romantic gestures here- riiiiiiight ?

They are praticaly doing mondain couple stuff like dumbasses

Some small scenarios i have :

- Darcie loves coffee flavored things, mainly candies. She would probably give some to qiu if she has some on her which result in sometimes qiu having pockets with candies they forgot to eat that he gives as small present for her.

-Ahaha i stole your drink flirty flirt ehehe- it was full of milk shit-

-nail polish scene at a sleepover.

-talking about sleepover, them taking breakfast together in the morning because the last’s house is probably an open bar for the two neighboors before going to school.

-Qiu trying to hold back on making fun of Darcie’s poor sport aptitudes, failing and both of them laughing « woah you suck at running »

-Darcie remembering Qiu’s usual orders for food or drinks and Qiu secretly writting down her order to try to do the same, but always loosing it.

-He made her own little note of welcolme to the neighborhood because she wasn’t there the first day he met valentin. She kept it somwhere in a treasure box.

-Darcie taking her hearing aid to let qiu vent without feeling pressured to tell her everything and qiu taking this opportunity to rehearse a possible confession with her.

-competitive wii sports afternoon.

-Small hc that goes also for Tamarack, but when Darcie started to become hard of hearing he starter to learn some basic signs languages and was proud of it. Probably picked back on learning it during high school.

-Giving a ridding back home, you know when someone is standing on the bike while the other ride ?

-Matching piercing yay

#doodle #my oc #olnf #our life now and forever #olnf oc #our life now and forever oc #qiu x mc

[mask131]

Before I see any more nonsense or confusion about the riots currently happening in France against the death of Nahel.

Yes, it started as a protest to denounce the unfair death of a young man shot by the cops and what looks like a hasty cover-up by the police. But it isn’t that anymore. Because the riots that are currently happening are not protests, but pure “riots”, pure waves of violence and nights of urban warfare. What do all those rioters do? They attack the police stations... but they also attack the town halls, and the prisons, and the supermarkets, and the schools, and frigging habitation buildings. They attack everything without reason, because clearly these are people not here to support the family of the kid or to really protest against the situation, they’re just here because this last in a long series of violence protests allows them a perfect “cover” and “justification” for just pillaging and destroying everything. Because this is one of the two things that are heavily insisted upon: these riots are an excuse to pillage. We have hundreds and hundreds of shops that are attacked and stolen from during these riots - supermakets, computer shops, video game shops, shoe shops, jewelry shops and even book shops... Tell me how stealing away from a supermarket or stealing hundreds of Nike is supposed to be an anti-police movement or a support to a dead teenager? Same thing with the burning of cars - because you know where they burned cars? In poor neighborhoods. These rioters, most of them the “youth of the banlieue” (because they are mostly teen and young adults, and come from the “banlieue” and those same poor neighborhood supposed to be the target of police “unfairness”), burn the cars of their neighboor, of other poor people around them, and they destroy the shops of their own neighborhoods, and destroy the local schools. This shows the incoherence and madness of those riots - they want to so-call “protest” to defend the poor neighborhood and “all but ghetto in name” from the “violence” of the French institutions... But they do that by literaly destroying themselves their own neighborhood and attacking the same people they claim to riot in the name of. 

Heck, this went one step further now as they have started blocking and attacking habitation buildings. We have the testimony of random families, with young kids, who didn’t have anything to do with all that, but that yesterday night almost got killed because they were stuck in their building by the rioters, with the toxic fumes and flames of the car burning underneath entering the flat, and without the firemen intervention they might have suffocated to death. These rioters just to loot pubs or cigaret-shops, put into danger and nearly kill kids, just because they want to attack any building in sight (including habitation buildings) and burn whatever they can find. 

This is actually the culmination of a long process and history which has been pointed out and talked about before, but up until now there was always nuance to bring “Yes they did that but” “No, it isn’t all like that”, “We can’t put it all in the same bag”... But this is the first time we have an unanimously bad thing where there is “finally” no possible excuse to invoke. Year after year protests lost the ability to be peaceful as they devolved more and more into riots - many people using them as simple excuses and occasions to let out a primal anger and a destructive violence, and thus attacking anything and anyone. Same thing with the pillage - more and more as time goes by, protests and riots result in pillage of shops (and always “interesting” shops like Apple or Nike, don’t get things wrong, when you go steal an Xbox, it is clear you’re not stealing food). Add to that the growth of a true hatred of police in France - not just police but also firemen, somehow. In France there is a wave of hysteria where a lot of people seem to have a burning hatred for any form of “men in uniform” (it was at first just against the police, but now it has extended to firemen too), to the point a regular “game” in difficult and criminal neighborhoods is to call the police, only to throw stones at them when they arrive ; and similarly when firemen try to put out fires during riots or protests, nowadays they get BEATEN UP by the same rioters who started the fire. People keep saying “Yeah but the police did bad stuff, they deserve the anti-cop hate”. Okay, then can you explain the ANTI-FIREMEN HATE? The same people who claim “Death to the cops” also beat firemen up just because they try to do their job, aka prevent the destruction of the criminal rioters from becoming more dangerous. There is a true “hatred of the man in uniform” (or the woman in uniform, because of course there’s a gender-equality in this hatred, and no matter the gender, anyone wearing an uniform will get beaten up). It is also tied to the massive rise of attacks and harassment and violence towards mayors and deputies all throughout towns and villages of France - anyone who seems to represent or embody any “institution” or any form of the “government”, even FIREMEN for heaven’s sake, will become a target of violence and hatred.

And to this devolution of the “protests” into meaningless riots allowing an outburst of violence and theft ; and to this general wave of hysteric-hatred of all those wearing a “uniform” ; you need to add the mix of growing “casual violence” in France coupled with the feeling of impunity that grows in the most dangerous and criminal neighborhoods and communities of France. The “urban rodeos”, the rise of violence against pharmacists, the harassment of nurses in the street, and many more... 

I will also point out something about these protests for Nahel, this so-called “marche blanche”, something that made me think “Yep, this is going to go wrong.” or rather “This will not go a good way”. The presence of Assa Traroé by the side of Nahel’s mother during the protest. You might have heard of her because she is the sister of Adam Traore, another young man killed by the police during an arrest, and whose death caused massive protests and outrage, notably because he was black, which added to the topic of “police violence” the discussion of “police racism”. Assa took in charge the wave of protest and contestations surrounding her brother’s case, she made herself the “representative” of all the victims of police violence and police racism in France, she became the face of not only a social but also political movement, she worked hard to make the name and face of her brother the symbol of all the “innocent” victims of an “unfair” police brutality... But I put “innocent” in such a way because the big problem with the Traore family is that they are not innocent. The Traore brothers were notorious criminals, a clan renowned for drug dealing, racket and theft - a very important fact to keep in mind when you notice that the group formed by their sister, “Truth for Adama”, paints a picture of Adama and his family as innocent, lawful citizens that were harassed and killed by the police just out of racism and certainly not because they used weapons to racket junkies and scam people. And let’s not even talk of other nasty things surrounding the Traore case, such as how the group “fighting” for Traore had put up clearly anti-semitic messages, and the constant contestations of any testimony proving that maybe the Traore brothers weren’t such nice guys as it seems, or the general fear surrounding the Traore clan in their neighborhood... All of that to say - Assa Traroe did a heavy social, political and legal work to depict her brothers as innocent victims and the absolute embodiment of the “innocent victim of police brutality and racism”, infiltrating herself in any other case and protest, always putting her brother’s name alongside the ones of ACTUAL INNOCENT VICTIMS. And this is what disgusts me a lot - there are actual innocent victims of police brutality, cases where really good kid and nice guys got destroyed by racism, but they all get swept under the enormous glorification the Traore clan and its movement created for deceased criminals and definitively not nice guys. Heck, she also was one of the key players in the general confusion between French people killed by the police and the cases of black men killed by the police in the USA - she was the one that organized a protest for Georges Floyd IN FRANCE, manifesting and calling forth the FRENCH GOVERNMENT to do something about racism in the USA, and somehow invoking Floyd’s death as a symbol of police brutality “in France”? You clearly see the political thinking of this woman.

So to see her alongside Nahel’s mother, at the head of the protest, clearly made me go “Yep, that’s going to go bad”. And also seeing Nahel’s mother actually laugh and smile in the very beginning of the protest, as if she had a good time? That’s something I haven’t seen people talk about and that left me even confused, there were images on TV on her literaly having fun at the beginning when the protest put itself together, before she put on a “serious grieving” face - your son died yesterday, he isn’t even buried, and you’re laughing and smiling at a protest supposed to denounce the unfairness of his murder? It felt strangely wrong and I do not know why and how, since there was no sound recording just pictures, but... yeah it was weird. 

But to return to the original point I wanted to make: before anyone goes saying “Oh, a teen died by the police’s hand? Then the protest must be legitimate.” know that they are devolving into meaningless, senseless and dangerous riots that pillage video game shops, attack book-shops and habitation buildings, burn the car and destroy the schools of the same poor and difficult neighborhood they claim to “represent” and “protest for”, and are just a massive wave of pure, undiluted, blind hatred and violence targetting everything and everyone - a violence which clearly doesn’t have anything to do anymore with Nahel’s death, a violence purely for the sake of violence. It is very sad to say, but this clearly isn’t about him anymore, and these people managed to completely cover up and soil his death with their mass pillage and bloody stupid riots.

#france #french riots #my rant of the day

[sergeantsporks]

Not a writing request or anything, it's just posts of chibi Belos had reminded me of a silly Belos look-alike concept i had during season 2, and i thought i would just share it for fun before i forget about it again:

an AU where one of the previous GGs had a secret child, or it's a distant Clawthorne cousin, or even a Wittebane relatives descendant in Human Realm - but there is this random grandpa, who just happens to look almost exactly like Belos. Belos reveals his face, and the look-alike and his co-workers/neighboors are in shock (i imagine he would be working as a librarian or something like that). Post-canon someone among the main characters accidentally meets the guy, and thinks how 'somehow Belos had returned'.

Or even a classic dark comedy scenario where before DoU the rebels find out about the emperor's look-alike and try to convince him to work for them, or Belos just croaks before DoU, and the random librarian grandpa has to pretend to be the evil emperor. Maybe even getting dragged into the whole mess from the Human Realm, if it's a Wittebane descendant.

I would give his man the most chaotic coworkers imaginable. They're out here using poor grandpa to make fake propaganda. "Real!!! I saw the emperor at the library!!!" Conspiracy arises that the emperor's scar from wild magic is fake, and these pictures prove it. Others think there's a basilisk running around (after all, the schools went under attack from one!) who just imitated the first famous person image they could see. Grandpa is very distraught by this. "Reina, you take my photograph off of the Penstagram right this instant."

#asks #toh #the owl house

[afairywithacrown]

Hiii for your Halloween event:

I’d like to have a platonic Halloween Party with Chuuya please! I’m 15 years old and my pronouns are she/her ^-^

Sorry that this was late 😅 Happy belated Halloween!

So, this is placed back when he was also 15

There was this halloween party where surpise surpise, dazai was going too

Why? just to piss off chuuya

The rest of the night was chuuya complaining about how stupid dazai is

Poor you, but since you were used to it being his best friend and all, there was definitly a fun in it

Like when you decided to randomly throw candy to the floor so dazai could fall gracefully.

Also when you also ended up runing away from police because some neighboors complained.

It was a fun night

#a new letter from: silver<3

[cluethegirl]

Thank you white trash people, thank you white trash people for going into spaces that "you're not supposed to go" and using it the same way as their richer "ideal" clientelle. Thank you white trash people for using your privilege to boots up poor poc and help organize events for homeless ppl. Thank you white trash people for bringing your kids to the park so that the ipad kids can relearn imaginative collaborative play. Thank you white trash people for always getting to know your neighboors, always saying hi and smiling to the guy with no teeth who lives on the sidewalk. Thank you to white trash people for supporting libraries and second hand book shops and little places where the old heads go to listen to local death rock bands. Thank you to white trash people for all the work you do for the culture of society.

#this also goes for all the poor and underprivileged poc out there #I am thanking the white trash specifically because there's a really big push back against like #all the other standards of white supremacy other than the physical whiteness of their skin #they're not rich #they're not clean #they're unmannerly #white supremacy does this thing where it tries to convince you that this “pure and clean christian” lifestyle is inherently white #and it's not #white people are stinky #white people have bad hair #white people are unorganized #white people are high and low functioning alchoholics

[captain-wereduck]

Superman:The Animated Series (1996) S2E24: Warrior Queen

The character design is pretty cool here

I like how even the spectators are wearing armor

pff the facepalm at Maxima's win

why all the servants are wearing bikini's?

sailor moon transformation!

huh. everyone and their dog has a zeta tube/mother box, huh?

ooo, intrigue and betrayal!

haha, that's convenient

Clark being the last one who learns about his betrothal lol

"Stop spying on the neighboors"

the innuendo is strong in this one

Poor Clark, he has no idea wtf is going on

Oh poor Clark, he's now a kidnapped wife

Maxima is absolutely hilarious

oh look, a take over

…lady, you saw his character design, why are you surprised by the stab in the back?

pff, Clark is getting snarky

aaand slams into the ceiling, ow

the tentacle monster is here too? Damn, what a party

I really love all the monster designs in this cartoon, they're so fun

and he broke the monster with the ceiling

and the ceiling

hahaha, Maxima looking for hints and guessing

"Are there more like you" "No" "Oh, Clark."

Hi, Lobo! You just scored!

#superman tas #duck watches dc

[areiml]

This is the story about how Josh got his clothes in TWEWY.

Friend and I normally joke about how Josh clothes in TWEWY look like something he pick without thinking since they look cheap af. Like shirt is from his old school uniform and the color already turned funny, shoes are basic item he randomly pick from a shop, only pants looks like brand clothes and may not coming from his own wardrobe - so we agree that he must have stealing it from an unlucky neighbor next door. Now that Haz shows up, the mystery about the neighbor with expansive branded wardrobe solved itself.

Still, there's a chance that his clothes are provided by Mr.H who has the habit of stealing other characters’ clothes lol.

#twewy #ntwewy #neotwewy #Joshua Kiryu #hazuki mikagi #I swear I don't want to draw Josh bare body #but I want to depicts him as a normal boyish boy #because he is #so be it #ugh #poor neighboor #poor Haz #shame on friend

[goldenpinof]

that’s f i n e

#i laughed so hard. my poor neighboors hate me #dnpgames

[vanteslens]

hobi: do they have laundry there?

jm: jungkook will take care of it

#ahsdgjdghf #i hate jimin #poor jungkook up all night doing ur laundry #bv3 spoilers #jade is stealing the neighboors wifi to watch bv3

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Of all the fic ideas I never wrote and likely won't that I have the one I really wanted to wrote/moght actually do is the OBD AU were Edward is raised by his mother. Part of it is because all my other ideas have a way higher chance to be actually used by someoene else intencionally or not but this one is seems very unlikely to me at least.

But mostly is because Edward's mom was a characther that really stayed with me after reading One Bad Day. And just like everything on that comic not in a good way. There is just something about her absence. How Edward's abusive father is a real person, he is there on flasbacks and he gets a real actual chance to try to explain himself. We see him by Edward's eyes but also by his own. And in a sense the comic is amost apologetic towards him, like he might done it wrong but he really tried his best with the genius kid he loved or something, that it makes sense that Edward being the son of whore would make him more impure and evil and harder to love and I just have no words for how shitty this all is.

But it gets worse because this abusive asshole gets a voice, he gets a chance to explain his side of the narrative. But Edward's mother doesn't. Not to Edward and not to us. Riddler killed her. He was angry and empty and she slept with his henchman (wich the comic points out as if it matters somehow) and he killed her on first meeting and we don't even see her trying to explain. Edward's mother exists as a blood stain on the wall and a dead body for shock value close to bloodied picture of Marry holding baby Jesus because subetly is too hard and we need to let clear she is the mother from the start and add some religious symbolism even if it's sorta meaningless on these context and in the words of a neighboor that might or not have being her client. Her status as a woman, as a sex worker, as poor all appear to be reasons somewhat that this is fine, that her brutal murder was bound to happen, that while she doesn't deserve her fate she doesn't mean and never meant anything more than a bloodstain in wall anyway.

She has no friends. Or if she has they are never mentioned because her neighboor didn't knew about them and Batman doesn't think she has anything to add so he never digs further. She has no partner or at least none went to the police or visited her house and if they did everyone though they were a client. Her only familly killed her the moment they met. She is insignificant. And one of the first things the neighboor says about her is: "saw her spoting a bruise on her cheek on the form of a cop badge" and "no one can save these pepple" and after he compliments her says her clients had taste and that she was nice and babysat his cat. But the bitter taste is already there and the fact that the neighboor didn't include himself on "these people" shows what he was talking about. Her brutal murder was inevitable. The cops woudn't help. Batman wouldn't notice because she didn't matter. Not even for him.

Edward's mother doesn't matter. She might be the cataclism for his change but even in that she has the same value of an inanimate object. Edward appears, screams with her, doesn't let her explain and just kills her. She has no voice. She has no importance. She doesn't matter even for the only thing she does. And it really angers me. It angers me that his dad got a scene that he deserved a moment. It angers me how misoginistic and anti sex work her treatment is but also how devoid of nothing. How a characther that could have changed the game means nothing because potential is irrelevant.

And between that and the idea that an Eddie that was raised by his mother not only might be closer to cannon Riddler in loving puzzles and riddles and not being the most over the top edgylord to ever edgy but instead follow my idea of a Riddler that learns to be unapologitically himself out of spite (this time a thing he learned copying his mother) this really makes me want to write it.

#riddler #edward nygma #edward tierney #edward nashton #one bad day #obd riddler #riddler one bad day

[oyasuminto]

I pray for any girl who move in next door to Argus, poor girl would try to be nice and walk over to say hello to her neighboor just to find Argus inviting her inside to be extremely fucking creepy, prob would try to have a go at her before letting her leave tbh

His creepiness can depend on his new neighbor's personality. Is she quiet, shy, weak, unlikely to speak up? Argus'll be openly inappropriate, just to watch her squirm, knowing she's too polite to tell him to fuck off.

She's more abrasive and unwilling to put up with his bullshit? Argus is straight-up rude to her, demeaning her at every chance, being as patronising as possible, just extremely unlikeable.

Being Argus' neighbor puts you at higher risk of becoming his obsession, so there'll likely come a day that he invites her inside, maybe under the guise of having a drink, only to pin her up against the wall or wrestle her to the floor.

Didn't her mama tell her not to trust strangers?

#Not Writing #Oyasuminto OCs #Argus Sullivan #Asks #Noncon TW

[daincrediblegg]

what does arthur think about when he jacks off?

Arthur’s mind takes him all sorts of places when he touches himself.

Most days, he’ll come home and flop on the couch after his mom’s gone to bed, untuck himself from his pants and try and play with his soft cock for a while.

Most nights he finds it’s actually pretty difficult to get hard. But it’s not for a lack of imagination. His pills are the things that get in the way, and no matter how much he pinches and pulls himself he can’t just will himself into a state of bliss most days. It upsets him, feeling useless even in pleasure. But I digress…

The places his mind takes him while he sits there, trying desperately to coax his poor cock to hardness varies wildly.

It starts with a face, usually. A kind one. Someone he’s seen on the subway giving him a courteous, sympathetic smile, one of his neighboors, a co-worker, a therapist. Some are nameless, but it’s the look they give him that counts the most. The one that makes him think that maybe one of them might actually want to help him out if given the chance.

If he can get hard for that, then he lets the fantasy go deeper.

He’ll think about the way they’d touch him and where first. Hands running over the broken sinews and twisted bones of his form- polarizing the bruises and cigarette burns and old marks that mar his skin. They’ll tell him he’s beautiful anyway. Kiss him where it hurts like the mother he’d never had kissing away at his band-aids. Lower and lower their tounges lave at him, but they never go where he needs it most. They never seem to reach the neglegted mass of flesh that aches between his legs. They don’t think he’s capable of it. That he doesn’t want like that when he most certainly does.

And like the flick of a switch, a new feeling takes over him. Something dark and primal. He needs to prove them wrong. He needs them to know just how much he needs this, how much he needs to fuck and be fucked.

He’ll close a fist tight, giving himself a hole to press against, imagining himself entering the innocent subject of the day without much ceremony. They’ll writhe beneath him a while, as he chases a long earned release tickling it’s way down his spine as he fucks his hand. Maybe they’ll struggle. Maybe they’re enjoying it. He doesn’t know if he cares. All he knows is that he needs it and he needs it so badly he could cry.

… and then he does. His hand stops because his eyes are full to the brim and he’s going to start laughing soon. He doesn’t want to need like this, but he’s just so… so tired, and scared and alone. And this is all he can get- his own hand barely able to get him hard. His free hand will wipe at his eyes despirately as the first giggles push their way out of his throat.

But then… hands. Theirs. Snaking up his protruding ribs, around his torso, and finally pressing his back.

He feels them. On him, hugging him, holding him to them as he claws at his mouth to muffle himself so his mother doesn’t wake. And he can hear them loud and clear, telling him the words he needs to hear right now, more than anything

“It’s okay.”

He hiccups, and nods into the shoulder of the nameless lover that runs their hand up and down his back, coaxing him to keep moving. He slowly starts to pump his cock again, barely moving his fist as they rise and fall on him.

The image is so lovely that it doesn’t take much longer. He knows they won’t mind if he cums inside them, not when they hold his face and kiss him when he’s so close.

His release is thick as cottage cheese, and sticks to his fingers as his cockhead throbs, struggling to push it out of him.

The drag of their hands leaving his face is all he’s left with of his little fantasy, and he reaches for a tissue to wipe himself clean of his spunk as the livingroom spins in the glow of the aftermath. Not a trace is left of what happened when he’s done. Not even the face in his mind that got him there.

#arthur fleck x reader #joker x reader #joker 2019 #arthur fleck #joker #I feel like I should but a tw on this for something but I can’t figure out what #tw dark themes #yeah that’ll do it #sad fuck #ends sweet tho #oh lord what have I become #my writing #fanfic