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joontroverted · 23 days

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of course other women want your boyfriend

pairing: nanami kento x reader

tags: nanami is 34. is that a warning? lol.

"your dad's kinda hot."

the bar isn't too full, just the regular crowd, and then some. of course there were other college kids, none that you knew. well, except this one.

you've seen aiko around, always at the back of the class. not that that's worth shaming, you ended up back there too often due to sleepy mornings to be looking down on her.

no, it's the constant bitching and laughing during class that pissed you the fuck off. not an ounce of respect or decorum for the rest of you depressed losers just trying to make it out of class with notes that made sense, or the poor professor, who has long since given up on admonishing her. so maybe you did once tell her off in the middle of class a week before finals. just once. or twice.

and here she is, having tapped on your shoulder as you were sipping your drink, bitching and laughing with her friends hanging behind her, snickering along.

"that's not my dad," you reply, ticked off.

her eyes widen in faux shock. "even better then! I didn't wanna make it too messy for you. what's his instagram?"

you laugh, bunching up your shoulders, finally putting down your drink and getting up. you're usually not the jealous type, and you're not even feeling jealous right now, more like a bubbling irritation.

"he doesn't have an Instagram. he's thirty four, what instagram do you think you're gonna be hitting him up on, huh?"

"thirty four? he looks forty plus at least! I didn't know being with a stuck up bitch like you would age a man like that, but makes sense!" she scoffs, looking you up and down.

"so you can pick up on social cues! I was wondering how you couldn't figure out that he's my boyfriend from the kiss he gave me or, perhaps from the way he was holding me, but turns out you're just a rude bitch who wants to slather her fingers all over my boyfriend!" you snap at her.

that makes a few people around you look over, and as much as you wanted to smack her across her face, you needed to maintain your standards.

"then where is he now? where's your boyfriend? and which forty year old brings his little girlfriend on a night out to a bar like-"

"there you are, sweetheart."

kento slides his arm around your waist, slipping into the seat next to yours.

nanami kento. thirty four. food critic! 6' 1", honey blonde hair slicked back, but a few pieces spill out on to his face, deep brown eyes that are both soft and sharp. his white shirt's sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing his thick forearms, veiny with light, golden hair. the bar and the girl in front of you almost fade to the back of your mind when his cologne hits your nose, sending you into a daze.

almost.

"ken!" you breathe.

"did i keep you too long? you know satoru, refusing to get to the point," he frowns, dropping a kiss on your forehead. "what's got you all worked up?"

"hey!"

his eyes leave yours to look at aiko. "yes?"

"how come she doesn't bring you around more often? she's always all by herself, in her own little world! so shy, really! i'm aiko, we go to class together!" she smiles at him, all cute and bubbly like.

"what are you trying to do?" you ask, shouldering youself between kento and her. "you trying to swoop in and show him a better life or something? do you need attention that bad?"

"oh my god, you guys, look she's getting all bothered!" she gasps to her friends around her. "no babe i didn't mean it like that, i just meant it like i am personally, SO happy that someone like you's found love, you know? even if it's with someone who is SO different from you, you're finally out of your shell, and clearly, there is someone for everyone!" she gushes, and then looks over your shoulder at kento.

"why are you looking at him, look at me," you interject, something finally snapping in you. kento can sense the change in you, and places his hands on your waist.

"sweetheart, i think- "

you appreciate it, but you can handle this, you're FINE.

"no no," you repeat, "look at me! because do you think he's gonna treat you the way he treats me? do you think he's gonna keep up with your bullshit, and your little friend group and not see you for the pathetic attention seeking loser you are? you think he's gonna buy you the stuff you want and take you to all your raves and whatnot? this man goes to sleep every night by eleven thirty! you don't see him at parties because he's thirty four fucking years old, and his definition of a night out is wine and fine dining, with ME! he treats me like this, and buys me whatever the fuck i want, because i'm me, he's not gonna treat you like that babe!"

"don't get all worked up!" aiko spits "we can just be friends, you know!" she twirls her hair, her eyes still on kento.

"what are you twirling your hair for? he's not even looking at you, the only thing that that's gonna do is make you even balder. spending all your time trying to poach another bitch's man the whole time your bald spot's been making direct eye contact with me."

she gasps, and deep down you know you would never say that to a girl unless she absolutely deserved it, and aiko has been begging for it.

kento squeezes your waist, standing up, towering over you from behind.

"baby, she said she just wanted to be friends, didn't she?" he asks. "why don't you give her my instagram?"

aiko chuckles, seeming to have recovered. she pushes her phone into his hands, instagram open, and he hands it over to you diligently.

you scoff and type in his username, pressing the follow button and shoving it back to her.

"now that that's done," sighs kento, holding you. "it's getting a little hot in here, isn't it honey? let's get this scarf off of you."

his hands unfasten the scarf that you had tied around your neck, that you're sure aiko just attributed to poor fashion sense. despite the previous chaos, your eyes follow his thick fingers as the open the knot, and unloop the scarf from around your neck, causing the scarf to slip out and leave you neck bare in the deep v neck top you had put on this morning.

deep red and purple bruises litter your neck, all the way down to your breasts, disappearing off behind the lace borders of the neck of your top.

kento stares at you, smug and unclouded desire clear on his face. he slides his hands up and holds the sides of your neck firmly, squeezing slightly. he pulls you closer and your lips meet in a deep kiss, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your cheek. the kiss leaves you breathless as he pulls away and leans back in to place on more kiss on your wet, parted lips, taking you by surprise.

"that's perfect," he thumbs on one of the hickies, eyes never leaving you. "my perfect girl."

warmth floods up your chest and face. a smile can't help but spread across your face as you lean into him.

"let's go, love. dinner, wine and that eleven thirty nap time awaits us," he chuckles, taking your hand, gathering your bag and turning away to leave, not a single glance given to aiko.

aiko!

you turn to her, a lazy, easy grin on your face, glancing to her phone open with kento's instagram, and then back up at her. "happy stalking!"

aiko and her friends are sure to spend the night pouring over kento's instagram, which is filled to the brim with pictures of you, you and him, food, you, travel and his girlfriend, you.

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angelofthenight · 2 years

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"Are We About to Kiss?" Pt.2

(Vance Hopper x gn!Reader)

Part 1 Part 3

Summary: After realizing Denver’s infamous delinquent is crushing on you, you just can’t help but tease to see that blush

Warnings: Tsundere!Vance, Swearing, Flustering, Light violence

Word Count: 3.6k

(ITALICS = FLASHBACK)

(Ask and you shall receive, here's another part! It’s a lot different than the first one tho)

Requested by: @isi1209 @maywv12 @livingdeadgirl7 @imxxhungry @ughhthisbitch @alienthewolf @whiplaaaaaaaaash @top-secret-stuff @makaylaisoncrack @simp-124 @idk-callmewhatever

You entered through the doors of the Grab N Go with a self-confident smile attached to your face. You felt a huge new sense of brave confidence when walking in with your newfound knowledge thanks to Vance’s big mouth last night. You witnessed with your own two eyes how easily you could fluster him, he could barely hand you your drink without his face going close to beet red.

The more you thought about it last night at the sleepover, the more you started to realize how attractive Vance actually was. You spent so long focusing on staying out of his way that you never stopped to notice how much you were genuinely fond of the guy. Well, most of the time…

8th grade, 13 year old, you sat at your two person table in English class. You organized all your supplies on the surface with your desired pen, pencil and eraser to the right side and on the left side was the book you were studying in class. You smiled in accomplishment at your neatness until your gaze moved to the right.

You stared at the small line carving in the middle of the table that Vance had made a couple days ago to make sure you stayed on “your side” of the table. You held in your gasp as you noticed your pencil was crossing the line. You quickly moved it over. Someone, who was not Vance, slumped into the chair beside you and plopped his book onto the table with a tired sigh.

You nervously glanced at him. What on earth was he thinking? Vance sat in that seat every single day and you knew he would not take kindly to someone sitting in that chair he seems to love so much. You shyly kept your mouth shut since before you could even warn the poor but foolish boy, Vance walked into the classroom, no bookbag as usual.

You swore Vance’s eyes went red the second he looked at his chair being occupied. You missed his glance at you before he gripped his jaw and stomped over to your table. He wasted no time in grabbing a fistfulll of the boy’s sleeve, forcing him to stand up. “The fuck you think you’re doing in my seat, you piece of shit?” Vance growled rabidly at the trembling boy who could only stutter out unclear apologies. Vance shoved the boy harshly away, taking a seat as the boy scrambled to the other side of the room.

You kept your gaze glued to the table, the little hairs on your arms threatening to stand as nervousness grew within you. “Thanks for saving my seat you little bitch.” Vance said sarcastically. “Sorry, you got here before I could say anything.” You felt a sudden rush of courage take the wheel. “You don’t have to sit here, though.” You said while looking over to him with a look of wonder.

Vance glared but he appeared to be nervous about your question. “Sh-shut up. At least I don’t dress like a clown.” He shot back defensively, looking away from you as your jaw dropped from the insult to your clothing.

As your teacher stretched out the difference between a verb and an adverb after half your class messed up on it, you felt eyes burning into the side of your head and in your peripheral vision you saw Vance with his head turned over to you. You hesitantly looked over to him and once your eyes met he blinked in surprise. His eyes darted to multiple places before he looked over to the clock. “I can’t see the clock. Your big ass airhead is in the way.” He said as he used his hand to push your face back to look at the clock.

You hid your annoyance of him manhandling you and you hid your annoyance of knowing there was no possible way you were blocking the clock.

You were never raised to hide your feelings. In your family, honesty was always the best policy, even when people didn't ask for it, nor accept it. And in your most humble opinion, adoration was a beautiful emotion, one that should be expressed freely. It ought to make the receiver feel valuable and appreciated. And by Vance’s reactions to your attention, you expected he didn’t get flirted with often… or at all.

You really did want to go out with the guy to get to know him better, but he had walls of steel with spikes. He was very defensive and protective of himself so you assumed he wouldn’t agree to a date so easily. So you thought that the only way to get through his walls was to make ‘em melt.

So as you smiled over noticing Vance at his pinball machine, you began to waltz your way over there. Vance had a friend beside him, eating a small bag of chips as he watched him play, who looked over to see you walking toward them. He began nudging at Vance’s arm, whispering his name but Vance only angrily shoved him off.

You finally approached Vance from behind, moving to his left side where his friend wasn’t. “You’re about to beat your own score.” You said with a smile as you looked up at the rising numbers on the machine. Vance physically tensed over your voice, thrashing his head to the side to look at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks. He kept glancing from you to the machine before hissing out, “N-No one asked you!”

Your smile grew flirtatious as you stepped teasingly closer to him, watching him nervously glance over to you multiple times as you made your biceps touch. The contact seemed to distract him too much as his fingers missed the button and the tiny metal ball fell to the bottom. His hands flew up in shock and looked over to you, like he was going to muder you where you stood. For some reason, you didn’t feel as scared as you normally would like yesterday.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to throw you off.” You said looking up at him with big, doe eyes. He pursed his lips together in frustration and avoided eye contact. You smiled flirtatiously and snaked your arms around his toned one, feeling his muscles freeze in your touch. “How about I buy you a slurpee to make up for it?” You said, batting your eyelashes.

Vance’s friend glanced between the two of you, holding back an amused smile. He always teased Vance about his humongous crush on you and always received Vance’s denying and defensive wrath, so he was quite enjoying how Vance looked almost terrified of how close you were to him. “Then I guess I’ll see you later, Vance.” He said before he turned on his heels as Vance gave him eyes that basically begged him to not leave him alone with you.

“So,” you snapped Vance’s attention back to you, “how ‘bout that slurpee?” He clenched his fists, cheeks burning red as he kept his head turned away from you, not having the willpower to look you in the eyes. His body temperature was rising so he eventually thrashed his arm from your grip. “I don’t need your charity, you goddamn dick!” He spat and pushed your shoulder away from him.

You giggled, regaining your footing quickly. “Alright, Mr. Pussycat.” You teased. Vance almost felt like he was going to faint from the name spoken with your foxy tone. He glared at you. “If I’m a cat then you’re a clown fish!”

Your eyebrows lifted up in surprise. “A clown fish?” You said to yourself, secretly pondering if you actually did resemble one. Like do you actually dress like a clown or was Vance just thinking at the top of his head when he first insulted you with that title? You shook off that thought when Vance stuttered out, “G-go away!” Then he was the one to quickly march out of the Grab N Go to catch up to his friend.

‘He’ll come around.' You told yourself with a confident smile, wiggling with excitement as more ideas sprouted in your head of how to fluster him even more.

You sat on the stool at the high table as you slurped on your after school slurpee. Your eyes were fixated on the wall menu as you sucked on your straw, seeing what other items they had you could try another day. As you absentmindedly read, the stool next to yours became occupied. You could see the head of blonde curls from your peripheral vision and a small smile instantly hopped onto your face.

You turned your head to see Vance tightly crossing his arms, looking like he was waiting for something. He felt your stare so he shifted to a glare towards you, “Are you gonna buy me that slurpee you promised or not?” He snapped like you could read his mind. You flinched and hurriedly called the cashier over. The cashier ran over, quickly over noticing the infamous Pinball Vance. She looked between the two of you and looked at Vance telling him to order as you got out your wallet. “Cherry.” He grudgingly said, as if he was embarrassed over his order or something.

You paid the cashier and she was on her way to bring the slurpee. You left your hand where you left it on the counter from placing the money and Vance eyed it as you took another sip of your slurpee. He eyed it down as his pupils kept darting from it to your face. Your hand looked so soft, and delicate. He wondered what it would feel like in his own.

He subconsciously inched his hand closer to yours until his fingers crept over yours. The contact surprised you as you looked down to see Vance touching your hand. ‘Is he trying to… hold my hand?’ You thought with pleasant surprise before looking up and over at him with your lips lifting in a small smile.

It was as if Vance had slammed that open door right in your face as he instantly snapped out of it from your smoldering eye contact and defensively put his guard back up. The color of his cheeks exploded into red hues. “Don’t look at me like that, you clown cunt!” He yelled, embarrassed, before he shoved you causing you and your stool to fall to the ground.

You and two of your friends were taking a walk around the park as you talked about how you finally got the chance to see the movie ‘Dog Day Afternoon’. Your friend was explaining to the two of you how the real Sonny and Sal watched ‘The Godfather’ before they robbed the bank until you caught sight of Vance sitting at a picnic table with some of his friends. You interrupted your friend telling them you’d be right back as you quietly ran over to the table where Vance’s back was facing you.

You crept up from behind Vance, his friends noticing and giving you eyes that told you to not sneak up on- You covered Vance’s eyes from behind. “Guess who-” Vance’s elbow flew out to roughly jab you right in the stomach. It was his reflex from being startled.

Your hands flew to wrap around your stomach as the wind was knocked out of you. “Cr-AP!” You wheezed out as Vance turned over his shoulder to look at you with pleasant surprise before putting his guard back up once more. “Oh great, it’s my idiot of a stalker.” He grumbled as he pressed his lips against his knuckles.

One of Vance’s friends raised a confused brow, you never approached Vance on your own. “Wait, are you guys dating now?” He asked, motioning between the two of you. You brightly smiled, ignoring all the pain in your stomach, and rested your elbow on Vance’s shoulder. “'Course we are! Right, Vance?” It was all in jest, as he had never agreed to be romantically involved with you, but you couldn't help but enjoy his flustered reactions, especially since you were the only one who could cause them.

“Fuck off, you twat!” Vance exclaimed, roughly shrugging your elbow off while his ears burned. “Aw, Vance, are you blushing~?” One of Vance’s friends teased with a back snicker, resting his chin on his fist. “No I'm fucking not!” Vance yelled, slamming his fists on the table like a temperamental child. “It’s just hot out here!”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, peeking over his shoulder. “It’s cute when you blush.” You complimented honestly as his face grew redder yet his expression softened up. You smiled and leaned closer to his cheek with puckered lips.

Vance saw this and went into instant fight or flight as he let out a sound similar to a stunned yelp. Rather than enduring a tiny bit of PDA he would secretly die for, he shoved your face away roughly with his cheeks as red as tomatoes. “Quit breathing down my neck you dumb whore!” He nearly screamed.

“But I like the smell of your hair.” You said with a soft smile, slightly regretting your words in worries of them being too weird. However, the compliment still successfully flustered Vance as he shakingly looked away, face burning hot, before growling to moving up to his feet. He roughly turned you by your shoulders to kick you away with a kick to the butt. “Get lost, clown cunt!!” He barked as you held in your amused laughter.

You were utterly addicted to Vance’s sweet blushes. And Vance could not get used to your unexpected compliments, no matter how often you fired them. It was just so amusing and cute to see how red the blush on his face got from the sudden abruptness of your adoration and how his body would physically cower away from your touch. He was like a hermit crab. But then he’d turn into a snapping turtle that would try to bite you for getting too close.

His go-to for getting flustered from your flirty advances was always anger, which was kind of cute half the time since he was like an angry kitten with those blushy cheeks and stuttering voice. Simply just saying “hi’ flusters him enough to try to punch you in the face. And one time while you watched him play pinball, you jokingly made a comment about you two getting married. He angrily chased you around town all afternoon.

It was entertaining though because as soon as you would stop giving him attention, he kind of started to act really soft and nervous to talk with you but as soon as he got that attention again, he’d go right back to being harsh. But now, Vance knew he had to let his pride down for a little bit as his eyes kept glancing out the Grab n Go window to where you stood while he played his pinball.

He had previously stomped on your foot and called you “a fucking trainwreck of a person” after you said that you really liked his clothing style. But that was all after you caught his smile when he did a cool trick with the pinball that he finally succeeded in doing. You stared at his unaware grin before you told him he had a very nice smile. The poor boy got so embarrassed that he purposely dropped his smile and moodily jerked his head so that his big hair would shield his mouth from you. He belligerently told you to hit the road but you told him you’d just wait for him outside in a slightly disappointed tone.

And that’s exactly what you did as you sat at the bench outside the Grab n Go, lost in your thoughts. After two and a half months, you were getting nowhere with him and receiving nothing but closed doors. Although your back and forth of teasing and defense was still amusing and entertaining, you wished the two of you would get along quicker. You hoped he would finally let his guard down and just let his blush sink after accepting your affectionate praises and flirty phrases. You wondered if this would all be worth it in the end or if you were just wasting your time.

Vance couldn’t stop nervously glancing at you through the window. Why hadn’t you stood your ground like you usually did? Why didn’t you stay to continue teasing him? Did he go too far this time? Had you finally taken enough of his defensive insults? Did you just give up on him?

He became so stressed that he had messed up on his coordination and lost his game. He annoyedly groaned and pounded an aggravated hand on the machine. Why was he so bothered with you halting your flirty budges? He had constantly pushed you away and shut down any reference you gave for engaging in a romantic relationship with each other.

But you just flustered him so much, you made him feel weak; so weak, too weak. You always have, ever since his crush on you first blossomed in middle school. But he was always so defensive with himself anytime you’d try to friendlily interact with him. He just hated how you made his insides feel like mush and all warm. He could barely form coherent sentences with you! He really couldn’t handle you.

As much as he pushed you away in fear of growing weaker, he always came back to you like he couldn’t get enough. Because behind all of his spiked walls he used as defense, he still craved and fantasized of that relationship with you.

But now you sounded so disheartened when you left his side. Was he losing your interest? Was he losing his chance with you? The chance he always dreamed of you as he stared at your hypnotic features in class. The chance he attempted when he bought you the drink you tried to buy before dropping it?

He knew he was losing that chance. And he was not going to waste it. So he let his pride down and left the Grab n Go to meet you where you sat. You looked up at him with curious eyes that were much too intense for him to keep eye contact with as his pupils looked to the side. He shoved his growing sweaty hands in his back pockets as he leaned on one hip. “Hey… um… I was-um-fuck..” His tongue felt fat as warmth began to sting the skin on his cheeks once again.

“Yeah?” You coaxed with a patient look. He bit the inside of his cheek. “Are you… doing anything later today?” He asked while his stare was still hooked to the ground. A smile birthed from the unexpected question on your face, your teeth showing. “Why do you want to know?” He grudgingly shrugged like a child. You exhaled a lighthearted laugh. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Vance’s eyes flung wide open as he whipped his head to finally glare at you, angrily offended by how you asked him the exact thing he was referring to. “Fucking clown cunt! I do not like you like that!” You completely ignored his embarrassed tantrum, too focused on how he finally softened up enough to make a move back. “Well, what do you want to do?” You asked.

“Why the hell would I know?! This is all your fantasy you're forcing on me!” He growled, making you slightly tilt your head that he was trying to twist the situation around to make it sound like you were asking him out. ‘You asked me, though?’ “We could go mini golfing?” You suggested only for him to roll his eyes as he crossed his arms. “That’s fucking stupid.”

“We could go to the park?”

“Too damn boring, that means I have to listen to you run that loud mouth of yours for way too long.”

“We could go to the arcade?”

“And do what? Prove how bad you suck at every game you play?”

“We could go to the roller rink?”

“And have you embarrass me by falling on your clown face?”

“We can just get dinner?”

“Yeah right, you wouldn’t even know how much money to bring.”

You sighed in annoyance at how picky he was. “Then what about the movies?” His eyes lit up in a way that directly told you he liked the idea but returned to his streak of shut downs. “So you can get popcorn crumbs all over me? Literal hell.” You stood up and got in his flushed face. “Oh my god, let’s just do the movies! I know you’ve been wanting to see Mad Max.”

The fact that you knew his interest in the new film nearly rendered him unglued. But he kept his grumpy composure. “Ugh, fine, you cunt! If you’re gonna hump my leg about it! But just so you know I am not going to enjoy this!”

You smiled as he finally gave in. You stared at his face as he looked to the side once again, his cheek looking very inviting. You took a quick step closer and leaned up to plant a sweet peck on his cheek that momentarily warmed your lips up.

His features flinched and he looked down at you with a forced glare. But Vance secretly was exploding inside from happiness that he finally acted on the chance you gave him and that letting his pride down was so fucking worth it.

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rijl · 1 year

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The politics of class and privilege in Young Royals

I wrote this post a few days ago about why I read Young Royals as anti-monarchy, sparked by the results of this poll. Since then, I've been thinking, and I realized that some of the details of the show that form its political attitudes are quite subtle, and deserve to be pointed out. And I know how much we love YR deep-dive analysis posts, and so this post was born.

Note that this is coming from a USA perspective, with light research on Swedish context. I welcome questions, additions, corrections, and disagreements. And let me know if this was helpful to you at all! If so, there are more scenes I can write about (though none of them would be this long).

Season 1, Episode 1: Wille's first class

This is a revealing scene. It feels significant from the start, because it’s the first time Simon and Wille are in close quarters. And then the very first kind-of-interaction between the boys is loaded with tension about class and politics.

This appears to be some kind of ethics or social studies class. The whiteboard reads “[something], punishment, and crime,” and the teacher has been asking the students to rank the severity of various crimes. She casually invites discussion on tax evasion vs. welfare fraud, “two less sensitive issues.” Did she not anticipate how loaded that question would be in this context?

Walter is ready with an answer before the teacher has even finished her question. He defends tax evasion with the common capitalist talking point of “job creation.” Proponents of economic conservatism claim that businesses should be freed from regulations (e.g. laws on workers’ rights and fair business practices) and taxes, because the more free rein they have, the more jobs they will create. This is a myth. Capitalist businesses always prioritize growth and profit. If there’s ever an opportunity to make more money while employing fewer people and paying them less, they will take it. Left to their own devices, businesses develop new technologies and efficiencies, often at the cost of workers’ safety, and for many of them, their jobs. What really increases the number of jobs available? Tax rates and social benefits that boost the middle class, because that increases consumption, and therefore business and employment. Laws for workers’ health, safety, and well-being also increase available jobs. (If you can’t make one person do this job for this many hours, or this quickly, or alone, you have to hire more people.) Despite having no backing in reality, the idea of unencumbered businesses as job creators remains popular.

Walter sounds like he may be parroting his pro-capitalist parents. Stella could be parroting her own parents, or just the society at large when she adds that “welfare scammers give nothing back, they just take.” The specter of welfare fraud is a myth engrained even more in the public consciousness, and a racist one at that. The welfare fraud myth got big in the US in the 70’s, when US President Reagan used the false stereotype of the “welfare queen” to attack government-provided benefits (food stamps, unemployment income, etc.) and stoke anti-Black racism. By any measure, welfare fraud is actually very rare. But the myth is perpetuated, because it gives conservative politicians an excuse to police and criminalize people of color, who (in the US at least) require food stamps at disproportionate rates (though white people still receive food stamps more than any other racial group).

Think about what Stella’s statement says about her perspective on the humanity and worth of different groups of people. She’s hating on the idea of poor people receiving any more welfare (literally meaning health, happiness, well-being) than the amount the government has chosen to ration out. She says “welfare scammers,” but you can tell she’s also talking about welfare recipients in general. She’s suggesting that something that improves the life of a poor person or family doesn’t actually matter to society or to her—because that person or family is worthless, and not a significant part of society. Stella is a member of the upper class, and sees herself as entirely separate and fundamentally different from the sectors of working class and poor people.

Henry continues where Walter left off, defending tax evasion. He suggests that businesses are in the right to evade taxes, because the government is guilty of over-taxing them. (By the way, moving businesses abroad doesn’t just help evade taxes, it also often gives opportunities to pay workers less and exploit them more.) It is so ironic that Henry claims that taxes are resulting in his dad’s estate “struggling to make ends meet.” If you have an estate that you’re using to do business, you already have wayyy more than you need! You know who’s actually struggling to make end meet? The people receiving benefits.

I can understand why that’s the point when Simon laughs. Prompted by the teacher to share more, he points out that the very language used, tax evasion vs. welfare scam, is biased in favor of the rich. He points out the double standard whereby the poor are over-policed while the rich get away with cheating, harming, and breaking laws all the time (something that becomes a theme throughout the show, especially with August). To see who really “takes and gives nothing back,” check out this visual of the value of wage theft vs. burglary in the US. (And note that civil asset forfeiture, i.e. legal theft by police, also dwarfs burglary in the US.)

Simon mentions the deductions and subsidies provided by governments that value businesses over humans, and Henry gets rude and defensive. Henry doesn’t actually know how to defend his argument, which can’t stand up to Simon’s critique. And then Simon has his famous mic-drop moment: With a slight smirk and a side-eye towards Wille, he says, “Well, we all know who this country’s biggest welfare receivers are.” If I’m looking at it right, the Swedish government gives about SEK 143 million ($13.7 million USD) to the monarchy and all its trappings each year. This is less than many other European monarchies. Some might say that makes it ok. Why is the bar so low? Why do we excuse millions in public funds going to bankroll the extravagant lives of a family that already has millions in inherited wealth, when there are people who truly can’t make ends meet? Is the monarchy really “giving back” more than $13.7 million USD’s worth to the Swedish people? Is there really no better use of that money?

The most important point in Simon’s comment is the connection between the monarchy and the upper classes—especially the nobility. The positions of both the monarchy and the upper classes rest on no one questioning a system of inequality. All these rich people need us to accept that this is just the way things are: some people bask in riches while others starve; some people deserve millions in public funds, others are greedy for wanting more food stamps to feed their family.

Wille is a little stunned by Simon’s jab. We can tell, especially later at lunch, that Wille is intrigued by Simon’s bluntness, something Wille doesn’t experience in a lot of his interpersonal relationships. But he also appears to agree with Simon’s political point on some level. Remember that Wille has been attending public school so far in his life. I’m sure he’s familiar with the conservative talking points, but this class is probably the first time he’s heard them coming so strongly from his own classmates.

BONUS: Season 1, Episode 5: Presentation day

In episode 5, we get a scene of the same class, where the students appear to be doing group presentations on various topics of crime and punishment. If you’re busy pondering what happened to Alexander, you could easily miss the 10 seconds where Stella and Fredrika introduce their presentation. But these 10 seconds speak volumes. “Capital punishment,” says Fredrika, with a winning smile. Stella giggles as she says, “Yes, or no?” Fredrika confidently concludes: “We say yes.” Capital punishment, aka the death penalty, is when a government kills someone as punishment for a crime. It’s the ultimate case of “it’s not ok for ordinary people to do it, but it’s totally ok for the people and institutions in power to do it.” I won’t go into how the US has used capital punishment in racist and ableist ways, or how many cases of suspected or confirmed wrongful execution there have been. I think the main point of this short scene is to show the casual ruthlessness of these two teen girls. Their wealth and privilege has so warped their thinking that they can promote state-sanctioned killing with a giggle. The lives of regular people are not real or substantial to them, and deep down they know that no one they care about would ever be at risk of being sentenced to such a punishment, no matter what they were guilty of. (By the way, capital punishment was abolished in Sweden in 1973.)

Looking at the two ethics class scenes, we see that Young Royals portrays the upper-class students as living inside a bubble of privilege that allows them to dehumanize regular people. This causes both moral rot and intellectual laziness. It also causes a kind of ridiculous immaturity that’s both a little bit funny and a little bit sad.

#young royals #yr analysis #young royals analysis #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson

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This post will cover why journalists compared Erasure to PSB, provoking their side of the “rivalry”.

Why “rivalry”? Their feud wasn’t inspired by any personal hate for each other. Even if Andy Bell had struck out first, it didn’t provoke a response from PSB–not yet, at least. Instead, the “rivalry” was largely a creation of journalists, who had started to compare the two groups. (This was already a cliche by 1989, as one article attests.) Usually, these comparisons went one way. There were far, far more articles focused on Erasure that compared them to PSB, than the reverse.

This was due to parallels in both artists’ careers, with Erasure doing many of the same things that PSB had done. In 1988, Erasure worked with producer Stephen Hague; in 1990 and 1992, they put on lavish, theatrical tours with extravagant costumes and lots of dancers. PSB had done all of these things a year earlier. Erasure also resembled PSB, in that they had a bolder, showier singer and a quieter synth player.

These parallels led many critics to assume that Erasure were merely following in PSB’s footsteps. As a result, when they would write pieces on Erasure, they would compare them to PSB. Since critics largely preferred PSB to Erasure, these comparisons were often unfavourable to Erasure. This tendency to compare the two bands shot up dramatically in the 1990s, when they were the only two synth duos of their type who had survived the 80s.

They didn’t just limit it to articles and reviews. They also did it in interviews with Erasure themselves. When interviewers would ask them about PSB, Erasure would have to distinguish themselves and justify why they did things their way. The easiest way for them to do that was by putting themselves up and putting PSB down. That’s where Erasure’s part of the “rivalry” stemmed from–in large part, because of the comparisons. Unlike PSB, Erasure hardly ever commented on their synth-pop peers unless specifically asked to. (Part 1 of 2 - see the other part in the comments)

An important element of the rivalry was class. Critics who put down Erasure in favour of PSB often implied that Erasure were a lower-class version of PSB, such as in the common phrase “poor man’s Pet Shop Boys” (a description Erasure later embraced). In fact, while PSB were middle-class, Erasure WERE working-class–and they pointed to that difference as a way to distinguish themselves. A full look into the class dimensions of Erasure and PSB could easily be its own post. It’s not in the scope of this one, but if you’re interested in reading how class played into the groups’ fanbases, this is explored in an excellent article by Lynsey Hanley, called How I became middle class (The Guardian, 2016).

Comparisons of Erasure to PSB appeared in all sorts of publications–mainstream, indie, and gay. However, the reverse–PSB being compared to Erasure–tended to be limited to the gay press, who noticed other distinctions between the bands. In the next post, we’ll look at the way the gay press treated the two groups, along with PSB’s side of the “rivalry”.

#erasure #erasure band #pet shop boys #vince clarke #andy bell #neil tennant #chris lowe #pet shop boys vs erasure

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Rethinking the narrative of Hamilton as a poor child held back by illegitimacy

We’ve outgrown a number of the myths that Chernow invents or embellishes from Flexner and Miranda ran with, but AH as a humble child in the West Indies, struggling with poverty and the stigma of illegitimacy seems to persist, no matter the lack of initial evidence for that narrative and the excellent scholarship over the past 10 years or so that flips it on its head.

AH’s maternal grandfather was very wealthy; Rachel Faucette’s inherited wealth was what supposedly attracted John Lavien.

James Hamilton (b 1725 or so) was notably not wealthy. Though a “gentleman” from a respected Scottish family, as a younger son he went to make his way as a merchant at the Caribbean, and pretty much failed at every business venture, as far as we know. In 1765, he was hired to settle a matter in St. Croix, and at some point Rachel and their two kids, James and Alexander, either joined him or made their way there independently. It’s not at all clear that James “abandoned” the family or what happened - it seems just as likely that Rachel, perhaps realizing that their sons’ best options were getting involved in trade, decided to stay where she had an extended wealthy family who could also support her as a merchant/shopkeeper. AH started working really young (he’s 9 if you believe the 1757 birthdate), which was a pretty fantastic way to gain knowledge and experience, especially if his parents realized - and they likely did - that he was intellectually gifted.

Upon the death of his mother, who owned 5 enslaved persons, had silverware and leather chairs and a decent collection of books - definitely middle-class-ish - AH initially goes to live with his uncle and cousin, who were the two wealthiest people on St. Croix. As mentioned above, he was also already working as a clerk, ascending to what can best be described as the business manager by the time he leaves for NY, earning a pretty tidy sum as a single-man - he was likely upper-middle class. [A brief note: at no point does Edward Stevens or Thomas Yard, his brother-in-law, state that AH or his brother ever lived with the Stevens family. That conjecture comes more than a century later sourced to a census of the Stevens family that they had two male servants around the ages AH and his brother would have been. But I think if AH lived with the Stevens family, that would have come up well before the 1920s.] His first cousin provides him with what Newton calculates as 196 pounds sterling at that time, when the average British and American worker made somewhere between 10-15 pounds sterling PER YEAR. AH arrives in the colonies and lives with either the comfortably middle-class (Mulligan) or the wealthy elite (Elias Boudinot and William Livingston) before beginning his studies at King’s/Columbia College. There’s also no note about any difficulty in him getting into Elizabethtown Academy or King’s - no one was holding it over his head that he was a bastard.

So the facts of AH’s life 1768-1779 don’t really seem to be what’s shaping the narrative. Instead, it seems to me that two things are interfering with the interpretation:

1. AH’s 1769 letter to Edward Stevens in which he gripes “I contemn the grov’ling and condition of a Clerk or the like” which makes him seem somehow downtrodden in poverty. But there’s no evidence that that was the case, or that AH wasn’t just annoyed by being a clerk and thought a different job - or a war - would better employ his talents/allow for greater study for him to become a leisurely gentleman.

AH may have started working for Beekman and Cruger as early as 1766, at the age of 9-12 years old, perhaps having previously worked in his mother’s store. JCH writes:

The little leisure which he could command from his mercantile duties was devoted to study; his knowledge of mathematics was enlarged; he became fond of chemistry; and although his proficiency in it was small, he often urged it as a pursuit well adapted to excite curiosity and create new combination of thought.

Among the books to which he had access, he preferred those which treat of some branch of ethic. His favorite authors were Pope and Plutarch....

He often also, at this time, exercised himself in composition on moral topics, to which he afterwards occasionally resorted as a relaxation from the arduous labours of his professional life; and thus, by his varied studies, his mind became rich in materials awaiting his call. The Life of Alexander Hamilton

Although AH wrote to Edward Stevens in 1769 that "I contemn the grov’ling and condition of a Clerk or the like,” and Nathaniel Pendleton would later write that Hamilton “conceived so strong an aversion to [clerkship] as to be induced to abandon altogether the pursuits of commerce”, according to JCH, his father also felt his time as a clerk was very important:

This occupation was the source of great and lasting benefit to him; he felt himself amply rewarded for his labours by the method and facility which it imparted to him; and amid his various engagements in after years adverted to it as the most useful part of his education. The Life of Alexander Hamilton, my emphasis.

Other biographers have speculated that AH’s time as a clerk was probably critical for his understanding of commerce and finance and to the development of both his leadership and writing skills.

JCH also writes:

With a strong propensity to literature, he early became a lover of books, and the time which other youth employ in classical learning, was by him devoted to miscellaneous reading, happily directed by the advice of Doctor Knox, a respectable Presbyterian divine, who, delighted with the unfolding of his mind, took a deep interest in his welfare. The Life of Alexander Hamilton

This role for Knox is doubtful; Rev. Hugh Knox first visited St. Croix Sept/Oct 1771, and did not come to reside there until May 1772, only a few months before AH would leave for NY.

2. AH, in 1779-1780, certainly is sensitive to his lack of advancement in the army while others with less ability/experience advance thanks to nepotism. He doesn’t have the family connections, true, but he’s far from the only person frustrated by the way appointments are handed out - James Monroe also left the army because he couldn’t get a command.

And at no point does AH’s illegitimacy ever seem to hold him back - in fact, up until he made a number of political enemies, no one seemed to care. Illegitimacy was not at all uncommon, particularly in the West Indies; Newton offers up another example of a couple pretending to be married. There’s no record whatsoever that AH was ever taunted about being a bastard as a child, adolescent, or young man (the first recorded innuendos about it actually date from the late 1780s - he’s 30 or older). Likewise with the loss of his mother - a lot of children were orphans. These were just not life details that put him outside any veneer of respectability.

He’s able to rise to the level of aide-de-camp for Washington and married into a wealthy Dutch-American patrician family with, based on the lack of comments on his birth, not even a shrug. JCH does note that marrying into the Schuyler family was one of the most important events of his father’s life, but one never gets the impression from AH’s own writing that he thought they were inherently superior to him - no, this was the class of people whom he had always belonged with and rubbed shoulders with.

And perhaps other than the times he was in school, I’m 90% comfortable stating he almost always had servants - while living with his parents, his mother alone, his cousin, as a clerk, in the colonial American households, and then perhaps with a brief break while studying, he also had at least one servant in the colonial Army and for the rest of his life.

Hamilton’s St Croix education

More about Hamilton’s Faucett relations with links to Newton’s discussions

A summary of the amounts Anne Mitchell (and Peter Lavien) provided to AH.

#Hamilton was not like us and I wish that narrative would die #For many reasons #he's not relatable

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Reasons I dislike Nancy Wheeler:

1) She just feels super two dimensional to me ngl. Even without taking a look at her character arc and actions, she kinda just.. exists for me

2) her whole personality can basically be summarised as: Independent woman who likes boys and guns. Yes I can and will look further into that if wanted in another post.

3) She is so condescending? Like all the time! Her opinion is the only valid one apparantly and everyone else is below her. Examples of this include: her treatment of Robin, her treatment of the kids, her treatment of Fred and many more.

4) She insults literally everyone. S1 begins with her insulting Steve's intelligence (which i have a lot of issues regarding not just for Nancy but all of the shows characters and I will follow up on this). S4 she insults Fred, a literal child following her guidance, for having differing opinions, IN THE 80S!! as people like to say when defending the shows harsher aspects.

5) her character literally never develops. S1 she began investigating Barbs death and never stopped. Held her feminist ideals *THAT I AM NOT AGAINST FTR*. Got given a gun and boys. And that was it for her. Every single season for her goes the exact same: Something bad happens, Nancy investigates, people doubt her and laugh, gets given a speech to carry on, is proven right, shoots the bad guy.

6) Does not seem to overly care about anyone else? S1 she did not GAF about anything going on unless it affected her. Will went missing? gosh Mike stop acting childish. Barb goes missing? Why is the world so unfair! Nobody is listening to me!

7) Like, she was only really investigating for her own career? In s3 and 4 in the least. She may have posed it to everyone else that she cared about the odd events, but she just wanted to be the first to get the good story. Like talking to Wayne Munson in the beginning and trying to invoke sympathy for her plight. It was just.. Not It for me.

8) she is selfish. Like i get she is a teenager, and teenagers are selfish, but... I would not like her irl unlike the other characters. Not one bit. She is always in everything for herself and she refuses to out herself in other peoples shoes for even a second. Mike is distraught over Will? Lets go have sex with Steve and argue with Mike. Steve wants to pretend a literal TRAUMATISING event didnt happen because he is also, a literal child? Nah he is bullshit. Jonathan decided not to fly down from California, despite literally being poor and having siblings to look after whilst pulling away from a ldr? Nothing she did there was wrong obvs.

9) the way she treats her partners is so horrible. Lets recap. S1- is dating Steve. Okay, so she lies to him about what she is doing with someone who TOOK PICTURES of HIS house without consent. Does not include him, her boyfriend, in her thoughts, and leaves him with the impression she is cheating on him. S2- still dating Steve. Lied to him for a whole year about her thoughts on their relationship. Gets drunk and calls him and their relationship bullshit while implying he is a murderer for something that is not his fault. Acts like it is not her fault when confronting him the next day. Proceeds to fuck off with Jonathan and have sex with him before even ending the relationship properly, and that is after insisting that there will never be anything between the two of you. S3 she just absolutely does not listen to a word Jonathan says and does what she wants whilst expecting him to drop everything for her and follow her around. S4 she puts the blame of their failing relationship on Jonathan and flirts with Steve.

10) she is really entitled. She is like the definition of a spoiled. She is handed things that she wants on a silver platter and is applauded when she gets it? Like she comes from what looks to be a upper lower/ middle class family in a nice meighbourhood with two parents, wanting for nothing, and does not seem to understand when people do not have the same constraints as her. Like she is okay to drop her job at the change of a hat but others actually need the money to survive? It is canon that Jonathan worked A LOT to help pay bills, and babysat Will, and she just, did not understand.

11) she gets applauded for doing the bare minimum. She showed up to help Eddie purely for the inside scoop and because she would look bad otherwise, and is HCed to be his new bestie? She tells Jason to fuck off? Shoots Vecna AFTER it has been set on fire? Like Hopper BEHEADS a whole ass demogorgon after being tortured and starved in Russia, but gets so little recognition.

12) literally risks getting her friends and family locked up/killed by the US government, for her guilt over killing Barb, and the want of a good story to publish. Like they were willing to shoot a shit ton of people for a child abusing lab who had no ides there was a child abusing lab *cough cough Benny*, and shoot a bunch of 11 year olds. They would have had no qualms about getting rid of them all!

13) literally abandons Mike, her BROTHER to go with her fresh BF at the end of s2! She was definitely not needed there, in fact she would have been more useful at the house with Steve and the kids, but nope.

14) Doesnt have a good relationship with her mother for what? Her caring? Like Karen Wheeler has her faults (Billy. Thats enough said) but noone can say she does not care about her kids. And Nancy just takes that for granted. This one is a personal slight, because a parent that offers up good advice, support and genuinely cares? That would be the life!

I am going to stop myself here, because I could probably go on for hours ranting. If you want to discuss any of this with me feel free to drop mw a message or something! No hate though please! I respect everyones opinions and will gladly take part in RESPECTFUL debate about any of this!

#stranger things #stranger things 4 spoilers #nancy wheeler #anti nancy wheeler #anti nancy #anti stancy #anti jancy #anti ronance

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Solo Leveling Chapters 1-10 LN and Manwha differences + other facts [Part 1]

*chapters 1-11 in manwha*

Index:

Things or facts not mentioned in the Manwha

Skipped scene

■ Added in the Manwha.

◇Change in the Manwha

1-4 Chapters

(There wasnt a lot of changes here and there so I put those 4 chapters in one.)

During their way through the tunnel, Mr Kim used the light of his phone being much more effective than the light from Mr Song's flame.

Ju Hee is said to be close to 21 soon, and there were lots of flashbacks with Jin Woo being healed by Ju Hee from their first meeting to now. [So Her awakening could have been around 18 through 20, giving her between 3 to less than a year since they met. And since it seem she was a lot of time asked to healed, I'm betting they met almost 2 to 2.5 years ago.]

Sung Jin Woo is explicitly 24 instead of the usual mid twenties.

During chapter 3 or 4 many people cussed Jin woo out because they didn't want to bow down to the being that killed the hunters. Eleven survived the first beam of flames out of 17 hunters that entered. Then it came down to ten when the hunter tried to outrun the beam.

Another moment with Jin Woo helping Ju Hee kneel while she was still in a state of shock because if one person didn't bow then the first rule wouldn't work.

One huntress peed, another hunter vomited upon seeing the diseased bodies. [I really dont know why I added this part...]

◇ A huntress was slammed to death by the palm of the Statue of God's hand, they changed it in the manga to be slammed by the feet instead.

Stated that the hymn the man from the choir did was from Christianity.

Chapter 5

◇ The statue that Mr Kim sat down in, held a Buzuka or Bazooka/Bouzouki. No idea what it could be but in the manwha it was a violin.

Btw the Buzuka could mean one of these two:

Ju Hee was still healing despite her stamina running out, crying "I'll fix you as good as new." To Jin Woo.

Chapter 6

◇ Mr Kim doesn't use spatial magic to pull out the sword, he only had it in his hip.

◇ Jin Woo only manages to say "altar" and everyone understands what he is trying to convey. In the manwha he has to specify it was an altar of sacrifice,

Mr Kim points the sword first at the altar and then at Mr Song, Jin Woo wants to say something but Mr Song gives him a look to not say anymore and the former just keeps quiet.

Stated that Mr Kim is a D rank with a pretty good set of skills, so he is the second strongest or currently strongest out of all of them right now.

The Giant God statue went back to his throne. Let me check to edit this if it did the same in the manwha— nope

◇ The first hunter to get out from the dungeon is actually a man in the LN, usually they would pspecify female hunter, but not in this one. In the manwha it is a woman who gets out first

The compensation paid out to the family members 300 million Won or 400, when one dies during a raid. (TL: Between $267,000 and $356,000)—Jin Woo calculated that while the statues came after him.

◇ Jin Woo was stabbed from the back not from the front by a spear, then placed on the altar which he heard all hid bones crush him.

As he was dying, Jin Woo had flashbacks of his family AND Ju Hee (holy moly there are so many Ju Hee moments skipped, my juhee x jinwoo shipper self is being revived again haha) The only thing skipped here was Ju Hee and Jin Ah, we only saw the comatose mom

The system's voice is female [spoilers: the architect is androgynous and can change their voice at will between male and female.]

Jin-Woo grew up dirt poor since childhood and always took free things, which in the manwha it makes it seem as though he is somewhat middle class, at least from my opinion honestly, poverty can look different in other places so.

Chapter 7:

Ever since Jin Woo met Ju Hee, he didn't have to go to the hospital a lot of times.

Rumors circulated about him always having a spot reserved in the hospital because he took so many injuries.

Chapter 8:

Oh boi*

◇ Woo Jin chul has closed cropped up hair and is buff.

◇ Instead of taking a sofa, Jin chul just places a chair next to Jin Woo's bedside while the other hunter stands

//Now, it's a change but Jin Woo was unconscious for 4 days instead of three though its probably just a mistranslation and the correct one is three. Imma take 3 as the answer.//

Woo Jin Chul had been an A rank for 6 years now. He has connections to other guilds as well as other countries.

Jin-Woo was put in one of the finest rooms in the hospital, another version of the translation said it was VIP, that's what I could remember reading it first time. He also had the finest medical practitioners of the nation healing him.

◇ The small measuring device crystal was pitch black instead of purple like in the manwha?

The crystal was of the highest quality and costed around a billion won, and could only be found in A rank dungeons.

//Just an add in note that an E rank usually has the power scale from 70-100, while Jin woo has a 10, it used to be 12 (or 11 in manwha) at first, basically that of a human//

◇ Jin Woo is surprised to find the screen on top of him instead of directly facing him like in the manwha.

Chapter 9:

Jin woo and Jin Ah tend to share soft faces, which make their anger seem less fearful.

Jin Ah stopped crying and nagging him after an hour. Also her university entrance exams are next year. She never took tutoring or extra classes but she was still on her top 10 in the school and wanted to be a doctor after her mom fell into a coma. Her third year is only a few days away [I'm guessing that in her third year in high school is when Song Yi got awakened tho I'm still not there yet.]

Jin woo went to say his goodbyes to Jin Ah in the elevator, then went back to his room and closed the door in case anyone saw him using the system.

Jin woo performed a 100 push ups but that was about it, when he got nothing from the system he decided to stop and not do the rest of the workout regimen.

■ Jin Woo was not informed or cared to know about the state of the other hunters like Ju Hee or Chi Yul so I'm guessing that was added on in the manwha, which is nice.

The penalty dungeon had a pitch black sky yet it still held light coming from somewhere and was pure wasteland of a dessert.

Chapter 10:

There was a total amount of 7 centipedes coming out to get Jin woo.

Choi Noora, the nurse, calls for emergency once she finds Jin woo sprealled out on the floor with sand after the penalty quest and lift him up with the doctor. There is a small scene were Jin Woo gets hurt a bit, and when noora goes to check were the blood came from she doesn't find a wound. Used to explain why all his sudden wounds are dissapearing.

The next day he has 7 hours to do the daily quest which he does.

#solo leveling #solo leveling light novel #I only level up #only i level up #sung jin woo #lee ju hee #song chi yul #choi noora #kim sang shik #manwha #SL change catalogue by AHA

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lmfao the fuck are you on, a tesla is still very much a symbol of being rich as fuck. shut up and listen to actual poor people for a minute and maybe you'll gain some critical thinking skills. or maybe you'll just go back to being a bootlicker. who knows?

Oh wow another first - anon hate!

Also welcome, it’s very weird to be interacting with people on this hell site after so long, but hello!! To me this is all very hilarious to come about from just venting in tags about Watcher drama but I guess that’s this place for you eh?

I could just have not swiped and answered this one, and tbh I hesitated a bit on the first anon as well, but it does feel exhilarating to be speaking to the void and getting a voice back (any voice in fact!)

But first to this second anon (coz I’d guess from the tone that you’re not the first), I hope you’re doing alright in the real world - that as frustrated and angry as you might be about my take on Teslas (very much a shitty car), you are alright and safe,

Since I seem to have a captive audience (of at least two that I can tell of so far, how novel!), I guess let me soliloquy about thoughts on wealth and the complex nature sometimes of the whole “poor vs rich” dynamic, which is also a bit of why I even waded a little into responding to you amidst watcher drama,

Second anon, I recommend dl;dr (don’t like don’t read) -

I come from a generation where that’s what we did for things we didn’t like. For all I’ve said you’re a captive audience, you’re actually not (again, this is all very funny to me right now I can’t believe this is over ghoul boi drama still jfc) - one person’s opinion will always be just that, an opinion.

I think anon, we might be in different areas of the world, but at least where I live (please check prev tags on the post you were referring to, I’m also too internet-old not to hide in tags as much as I like) it’s become an increasingly common sight to see even soccer moms drive a Tesla, their bloody SUV model is the bane of my existence,

Does that mean everyone can afford them? No. Does it mean a middle-class family could afford them? If they wanted it enough, yes. Does it mean there still aren’t people suffering here from poverty in my part of the world? Sadly, no.

And therein lies an interesting problem (well at least to me as a former economics student) about signalling and truly knowing where in the whole class wars business you’re on, because it does make a difference if you ever have to figure out which rich to eat,

Is the 1% who get to fly on private chartered space flights and book out the whole of Disneyland for themselves (I’m looking at a shitty Amazon CEO there) the first to the guillotine? Oh yes.

But what about everyone else? Are we going to burn everyone who has multiple iPhones? God forbid anyone ever treats themselves to a seven-course degustation? Would not recommend, but I don’t think it guillotine-perfect, and I don’t think everyone that drives a Tesla where I am in the world can begin to count as that,

Those people live a daily life here, second anon, it’s so middle-class here it’s almost funny and why saying to me “Steven owns a Tesla” makes me shrug and go “would not recommend but you do you”,

I understand that can be different to you, because oh, turns out my own thoughts and circumstances can be very different to yours indeed.

Fun fact, I grew up first in a developing country, and had the privilege to move to a “first-world” country because my family was dedicated and sacrificed to make sure I could live the “better life” so to speak,

So I know there’s an inequality in the world when an exchange rate could mean the difference between something being a “rich” vs “normal” thing - I buy a Switch here for about 450 bucks (I saved and then got it on sale) as an achievable treat; for my sister who still lives in my home country, it’s almost two grand and definitely ridiculous to spend on for any normal family,

On one level, where is the fairness in that? But I live with it, and I have to choose some treats or if not what’s the point in life,

What does this all mean in the face of the original ghoul boys/watcher drama that’s occurring now? If anyone has read this for long enough is probably wondering at this point,

(I hope you’re both with me still my two anons, I’ll cherish this even if nothing else ever happens to me on this hell site)

I guess I wanted to try and say: life is complicated, and everyone makes complicated decisions, even your favourite comfort YouTubers,

It means I can only see the exacting vitriol at Steven for liking nice things but not Shane for also liking nice things and wonder whether people are barking up the wrong trees, very racist trees in fact,

It means that I keep thinking of shitposts about when the time comes, we’d likely just start offing our neighbours for being “rich” then anyone actually rich, because we seem to not understand the difference between nice things and things no nice person should have (holding also the complicated element of environment and geopolitics to account),

In the process of writing my first response to anon #1, I did have a moment where I wondered, “what if the Watcher boys did think about this? What if they did have some level of number crunching and still looked into their souls and decided that it wasn’t what they wanted? That they knew they could keep doing what they’re doing now and be financially stable, or risk it because of what they believe?”

I and you or anyone can wonder, can or cannot understand, but I sure as hell wish the Watcher team the best of luck, and like you anon, their days will be safe, content and filled with nice things, because why else would I want anything else for anyone,

That’s my one opinion at least, take that as you will anon on the bootlicking quotient for that - if being someone that would just like us all to take a chill pill is being one, then meh - you’re welcome to your opinion too,

But thanks to anyone that’s somehow come to my Tedtalk that started with my random thoughts on Watcher drama and ended with me finding people are still around (it’s not just all bots huzzah!)

#watcher #seriously many firsts for me today for this hellsite #more than 10 years I’ve been here and I now have proof of life #also I’m sorry I don’t know how to do the read more function send help #also I do know they say not to respond to anon but it’s not every day you know

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Hi Konnie! I am fairly new to the manifestation/law of attraction community, I've been using subliminals on and off again for about five years but that's pretty much it.

I'm sending you this ask in hopes for some advice. I am starting school on August 29th and as of right now, I am going to be doing school online. I really don't want to do school online, I really want to go back to in person school. I'm going to be a senior this school year and this is my last chance to go to actual high school. I've been doing school online ever since the pandemic first shut everything down and ever year I was told "maybe next year" when it came to going into in person school, yet it never happened.

I don't mean to sound ungrateful here. I know that I am lucky to be able to do school from home when many aren't but it's just not for me. I want to experience high school, even if it's just for one year. I want to see my old friends again, friends I haven't been able to see since before school shut down all the way in 2020. I don't want to spend my days sitting down at home while everyone I used to know is out having fun and socializing.

My mom has her reasons for not wanting me to go back. First of all, she's pretty conservative and doesn't like some of the stuff that is being taught in schools as of right now and she doesn't trust teachers/school staff in general. She also doesn't think school is a very safe place right now even though I live in a pretty good area. I also have type 1 diabetes and she feels like it can be better managed at home, even though there's not much of a difference between how I would have to take care of myself at home vs at school. She doesn't like the supposed commute of taking me to school, even though the school is like five minutes away from our house. I was a little troubled in middle school because I got mixed up with the wrong type of people and made some poor descions and got bullied.

Mostly I think the way she is thinking is based off her high school experience. From what she's told me, she ended up dropping out of high school in the 11th grade because she had no friends at school. I think she's afraid that I may have the same experience but I feel like she should be glad that I actually want to go to school. I know all her reasons for wanting me to stay home are valid and while I love my mom a lot, I feel like she is too controlling. It's like she wants me to stay with her for the rest of my life. She told me I could go to in person community college classes this year because I only have two classes to take for high school and then when it was time to sign up for classes, I ended up with having to take online college classes. She's against me getting a job but wants me to take over her job working for my grandfather so she can go get another job that pays better. She's always telling me that many kids don't ever move out of their parents' house and I feel like she's trying to install the idea into my head that I should never leave. I don't have any plans to leave my mom, I just want some freedom and independence. I am 17 years old and I still feel like she treats me like a child.

Sorry for ranting but I just think that having some context may help with giving advice.

I was wondering if it was possible for me to manifest going back to in person school. I found a subliminal on YouTube that is for going back to inperson school and I'm going to use it starting tonight. I just don't know if the subliminal alone is enough for me to be able to go, seeing that I have about a month and a half before school starts again and as of right now, my mom believes that I am going to stick with online school. Plus I should probably know a month before school starts if I'm going to in person school so I can prepare to have a good school year.

I know this is kind of last minute but I really want to go back, it's the main thing I've wanted for the past three years. Is there anything else I can do to ensure that I will go back to my in person high school or do you think adding the subliminal I told you about to my playlist is enough? I know it's not good to obsess over results but I just want to know this is all right so I can manifest going back. I'm hoping once I get some advice that I'll stop obsessing and relax.

I'm sorry this is so long but if you have any answers or advice for me then I'd love to here it! Have a great day!

-Rose 🌹

I think the subliminal in your playlist is enough. Remember all you need to do is assume and assumptions create reality you can go to sleep and wake up having everything that you want and remember it is OK to doubt because you will get your desires and it will happen so stop worrying about what you don’t have and start focusing on the fact that you do have them and then when you wake up you’ll have everything that you want 💗

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TASK #10 - GET BOLD

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TW: mentions of sex and politics

WHERE DO THEY FIT IN

financial / class status: wealthy | middle class | poor

grew up: wealthy | middle class | poor

health / wellness: fit/healthy | moderate | disabled | ill

education: below high school | high school | college | beyond

legalities: clean record | has a record | trouble / prison

town status: local | new in town | somewhere in between

lives: downtown | suburbs | coast | countryside

Additional Information: Cori grew up in a time where her family’s business was expanding, so while her early years were a little different by the time she was a teen the thriving laundromat provided Cori with a fairly comfortable upbringing.

FAMILY LIFE

parents: alive | deceased | unknown

came to be: blood | adopted | other

siblings: multiple siblings | one sibling | only child

extended family: large (aunts, uncles, cousins) | small | none

children: none | has children | wants children

relationship status: single | complicated | taken

if taken: dating | relationship | engaged | married

if single: looking | not looking | whatever happens

pets: no pets | has pets | wants pets

Additional Information: Cori grew up knowing her biological parents and just who they were, as she was was adopted by her maternal aunt as a newborn. She is grateful to have been given that opportunity. After nearly a decade since the end of her last serious, long term relationship, she is finally opening herself up to the idea of dating seriously again.

PERSONALITY STUFF

extroverted | introverted | somewhere in between

organized | disorganized | somewhere in between

close minded | open minded | somewhere in between

calm | anxious | somewhere in between

easy to get along with | not so much | somewhere in between

cautions | reckless | somewhere in between

patient | impatient | somewhere in between

outspoken | reserved | somewhere in between

leader | follower | somewhere in between

empathetic | careless | somewhere in between

optimistic | pessimistic | somewhere in between

traditional | modern | somewhere in between

hard-working | lazy | somewhere in between

cultured | uncultured | somewhere in between

BELIEFS AND IDEALS

are they: religious | agnostic | atheist

do they believe in ghosts / spirits: yes | no | unsure

the afterlife: yes | no | unsure

reincarnation: yes | no | unsure

aliens: yes | no | unsure

astrology: yes | no | unsure

fate: yes | no | unsure

political alignment: conservative | liberal | independent | other

are they: pro-choice | anti-abortion | unsure

are they: pro-death penalty | anti-death penalty | unsure

are they: pro-euthanasia | anti-euthanasia | unsure

are they: pro-legalized drugs | anti-legalized drugs | unsure

Additional Information: Cori was raised Buddhist and still identifies as such. Politically, Cori is a registered democrat and tends to vote along party lines in every election.

SEX, ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIPS

sexuality scale: allosexual | in between | asexual | other

romantic scale: allromantic | in between | aromantic | other

experience: virgin | very little | moderate | experienced

number of partners: 0 | 1-5 | 5-10 | 10-25 | 25+

number of relationships: 0 | 1-5 | 10-25 | 25+

preferred partners: men | women | any gender | other | none

relationships: monogamous | polyamorous | other | none

with others: relationship person | casual sex | other | none

in bed: traditional sex | adventurous | kinks/fetishes | other

Additional Information: Cori doesn’t label her sexuality, but if she had to it would probably align closest with pansexual. She has only ever been in one serious relationship with a man, but has had short flings and hook ups with both men and women. It has taken her nearly ten years to open up to the idea of dating seriously again, so she is down for a relationship these days, but the last nine years have certainly been a preference for casual sex.

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

cooking: good | in between | bad

cleaning: good | in between | bad

musical ability: good | in between | bad

artistic skills: good | in between | bad

driving: good | in between | bad

athleticism: good | in between | bad

swimming: good | in between | bad

horseback riding: good | in between | bad

fishing / hunting: good | in between | bad

gardening: good | in between | bad

communication: good | in between | bad

handiness: good | in between | bad

handwriting: good | in between | bad

technology: good | in between | bad

HABITS, GOOD & BAD

alcohol: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

smoking: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

pot/weed: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

drugs: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

shopping: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

gambling: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

sex: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

#merrocktask #tw: sex mention #tw: politics

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blankie-greenie-anon · 1 year

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I finished watching both seasons of Class Of 3000, and I totally agree it deserves to be continued.

There has to be some changes, though, to keep it from stepping into the same pitfalls that caused the cancellation. Here's what I propose:

Hire more composers so the deadlines won't be as tight as when there's only one composer

Keep the insert songs within 1½ minutes

Make the episodes 15-minute blocks

Focus on only a few characters at a time unless the plot truly requires the whole crew

Next, I want to update the setting. It'll still be in Atlanta, of course, with all the magic, colors, and bendiness of the original series. However, the story won't happen in Westley Middle School; the kids are high-schoolers now. It's a good excuse to:

give them new outfits and hairstyles.

have more leeway in writing their personalities.

make them better singers.

expand their instrument range.

Besides being taller, the height differences between the characters will also change. Li'l D will get pretty big, so he becomes "Mid'l D". He also starts sporting a vest like Sunny. Kim and Kam grow to be the tallest, with Kam looking taller because he has better posture. Poor Philly Phil expended most of his growth spurt early and ends up being among the shortest. I'd keep Eddie shorter than Philly Phil's ears because he might look like Fred Jones if he got too tall.

Sunny probably won't appear as much since he's a middle school teacher. Maybe after his first class graduated, he graduates, too, and rejoins the music industry as an indie artist. That way, Sunny retains most of the freedom he had as a teacher. The only problem is, the plot of Class Of 3000 generally revolved around Sunny's unique music lessons, so if he's not their teacher anymore... 🤔

Or maybe Sunny won't have to appear often because he's already imparted pretty much everything he knows to the kids, who have become teenagers capable of exuding Sunny's energy on their own.

Anyway, I like making the joke that no one in Class Of 3000 is straight, and I'd totally love for everyone to be queer. I'm not done thinking through my headcanons, though; I just finished revisiting the series.

#BGA blabs #Class Of 3000

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