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psychotrenny · 6 months

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It’s fucking insane to me how normal Yankee Liberals are about Hawaii. As in like the way they just treat it as an unremarkable fact that their nation controls the island. Like the annexation of Hawaii wasn’t just any old example of Settler-Colonialism, the subjugation of a decentralised non-urbanised people that could be just dismissed as mere “tribes” or what have you. Not to say that such forms of “typical” Settler Colonialism are any less abhorrent or disgusting, just easier to justify from a Liberal point of view. Easier to claim that they weren’t *really* using the land properly or that they were an hopelessly and eternally backwards who only really benefitted from their conquest or that they were doomed and dying anyway and their fate was a mere tragic inevitability not worth dwelling on or… Point is all these arguments are all wrong and stupid and cruel but they can serve well enough to downplay or justify such atrocities in the eyes of Imperial Core Liberals.

But like with Hawaii you don’t have that. The Kingdom of Hawai’i was a sovereign state that was internationally recognised as such by the Great Powers of Europe even at the very height of Western Imperialism. Literacy rates were high and compulsory education was introduced in 1841 (pre-dating the US by 77 years), healthcare was given to all Hawai’ian subjects free of charge, Christianity was dominant (so even the most ardent Imperialist couldn’t claim that the people were in the thrall of some “barbaric superstition” that necessitated the “civilising influence” of empire) and it had a well-developed Capitalist economy dominated by Sugar production. Like even if we take the Western model of statehood as the be all end all of what separates the civilised from the savage (to be clear hear you really fucking shouldn’t, but many people do so for a second that’s the frame of reference we’ll employ) then Hawai’i was very much unambiguously the former. But that didn’t stop the US from shamelessly interfering it’s politics Indeed those aformentioned markers of Western-Style “civilisation” and “development” came with the price of allow US missionaries and investors to settler in the islands and become very wealthy and influential. For decades the US used the threat of force to influence the policy decisions of the kingdom, going as far as to regularly send warships in a classic display of “gunboat diplomacy”. In 1887 a US settler militia called the First Honolulu Rifles staged a coup where they forced Kalākaua to accept a new Constitution that heavily favoured the interests of USamerican settlers who had grown very wealthy through their investment in sugar production on the island. It stripped the Monarchy of much of its power and introducing requirements for voting that heavily favoured US settlers; re-introducing wealth/property requirements that were now higher than even, allowing resident aliens to vote and just outright banning any Asian immigrants from voting (which at that point had as much to do with plain racial hatred as it did to any acting threat they might have posed). This wasn’t enough for the Yanks and 6 years later a group of 13 US settlers known as the “Committee of Safety” outright overthrew the newly crowned Queen Liliʻuokalani when she refused to co-operate. It existed briefly as an “Independent” USamerican dominated republic before the US government decided to official annex it in 1898 (similar to what you saw with Texas or California).

While incredibly controversial at the time due to both strategic concerns with the annexation of ultramarine territories and some level of outrage at the shameless take-over of a sovereign nation (hence the time gap between the coup and the actual annexation), nowadays Yanks enjoy their control over the island without the slightest care in the world. They even turned it into a tourist destination, a heavily romanticised one that not only receives many millions of visitors every year but is constantly mentioned in the popular culture the US then proceeds to export all over the world, literally revelling in their land that is by literally any definition (even the most nakedly pro-imperialist) stolen. The land itself is severely exploited to the point of significant ecological damage, the indigenous peoples too are exploited as many of them live in poverty while US investors grow wealthy from their land and labour. Even their very culture is stolen and monetised, the most marketable parts bastardised into cheap kitsch and the rest of it left to rot, only kept alive through over a century of continued resistance from the indigenous peoples. It’s a very common story of course, but I think it stands out with how utterly ghoulish it is even under the most Liberal of consistently applied worldviews. It would be like if in say 2007 someone set up Disneyland in Bagdad. And yet by the vast majority of the US (and by extension the vassals states whose view of the situation is filtered through the lens of US media and propaganda) it isn’t seen that way. Hawaii is just the 50th state, the only state outside North America and in the tropics (hahaha ain’t that a neat little fact. Geography is so fun J), an island paradise perfect to visit with the whole family and yet still as American as Apple Pie. Even many self-described “progressives” talk about it in this way, at most mentioning the plight of the indigenous Hawaiians with minimal though as to how this situation came about. Like while the story of Hawaii is far from unique; even in terms of the US doing colonialism to Westernised peoples you examples such as the ethnic cleansing of the Five Civilised Tribes from the Eastern USA, it still stands out to me with the sheer level of international recognition and Western-style development that the Kingdom of Hawai’i possessed. Like it’s just such an obvious example of the naked greed at the heart of the USamerican empire, and how utterly bullshit talk of a “civilising mission” and “spreading democracy” is. No matter what they may claim, no matter what excuses they may trot out, Imperialist rapacity has no limits.

#stella speaks

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haeryna · 3 months

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i would give up heaven if i had to ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ✶.ೃ࿔*.

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summary: sugar melts saccharide sweet on his tongue, and yet the taste in his mouth is so very bitter. the look in suguru's eyes tells him more than any words could. they'd messed up; badly.

tw: angst but melancholic? mentions of illness, mentions of abandonment, reader has a healthy relationship with their parents, author uses switches between "gojo/geto" and "satoru/suguru" to denote emotions. food as a metaphor for love. not proofread. author is extremely tired

notes: title taken from enhyphen's "sweet venom (english version)." a shorter chapter to kind of fill in the gaps. banner from @/cafekitsune

It's been a week since Gojo and Geto showed up at your doorstep and ever since then, you've been filled with a pervasive sense of anxiety. After the whole six hours they spent pleading outside your door (you shudder just thinking about it), they had been uncharacteristically silent. It had gotten to the point where you felt almost a bit insane, peeking your head out the door to check outside if anyone was waiting for you, before you left for work.

It didn't matter if it had been five years, or five days. You knew them better than you'd even known yourself. The freckle on Suguru's collarbone. The barely noticeable scar on Satoru's arm. How Suguru preferred tea, black, and always expensive, while Satoru's guilty pleasure was instant coffee with ungodly amounts of syrups and sugars added to it. You knew them, and therefore you knew that the silence was suspicious. Even as children, whenever you'd get into fights, they would be even clingier than usual, as if they were desperate to reaffirm that you were still there.

So why was it so quiet?

The scream of the tea kettle startles you out of your thoughts and you flinch, hastily moving to remove it from the stove. Why should you care? The audacity they'd had, coming to your doorstep on a whim, before claiming they had no choice. Your thoughts are more bitter than the medicine you mix into your parents' tea. Satoru had been undoubtably hysterical once his parents had found out. You couldn't blame him for that. But Suguru had been the one to call all the shots, buying two plane tickets instead of three.

What if they couldn't afford a third one?

You shake your head, as if you could physically shake the thought. It doesn't matter now, you think viciously, as you stack the cups on a tray. Five years was a long time to go without seeing someone for. Fame and wealth changed people, and you were no stranger to the heavy influence they both exerted upon the music industry. Besides, it's not like your address had changed since they'd left. They could've found you whenever they wanted to.

"You never left?"

The cups rattle dangerously as you carry them to your parents' room. Your mother is sitting up in bed, staring longingly out the window. Your father must be outside, soaking up the last few rays of sunshine before the sun started to set. Gently, you set the tray down on the nightstand. "I have your medicine, Mom."

Your mother smiles, but there's a fragile kind of sadness to it. "When were you going to tell us?"

Heavy resignation falls over you as you sigh, shoulders slumping. "I didn't want to worry you and Dad while you were away at the hospital. It wasn't that big of a deal-"

Your mother cuts you off, eyes firm but gentle. "Dear, please. I saw how happy you were when all three of you were together, and how devastated you were when they left. I just..." She hesitates before continuing. "I don't want you to live your life with regrets. Especially because of your father and I. You deserve to be happy too."

"I am happy," you protest fiercely, but she shakes her head. "You had such lofty dreams. And now, your father and I are the ones holding you back. Life is too short to have regrets like yours at such a young age."

"It just hurt so badly," you whisper, as you take a seat at the end of the bed. Your mother reaches over to intertwine her fingers with yours.

"I know, dear. But which is greater; the love for the things they did do, or the pain for all the things they didn't?"

Your mother's words ring through your ears as you blearily stare into your coffee cup. While the insurance helped, there were still bills to pay, and food to put on the table. You'd stayed up all night finishing work for your remote office job, before taking the short bus ride to the cafe you worked at during the day. The world spins briefly. You would kill for a good night's sleep.

The door chimes and grimacing, you down the rest of your coffee, before pasting a cheery smile onto your face.

"Welcome, how may I help..."

Sator- Gojo stares at you from the other end of the counter. Even with the cheap medical mask he's wearing, the blue eyes and white hair are enough to have your coworkers whispering behind you.

"...you," you finish lamely, immediately looking down at cash register. Why was he here? Especially in the town over? More importantly, why hadn't he gone back to Asia yet? Cursing, you study the bills lined up neatly in the till. Gojo says your name, softly, and the whispers behind you intensify.

"That's me!" you chirp, forcing yourself to point at your nametag. The tips were nice here, and you couldn't afford to find a new job. The pitying stares from everyone back in your hometown was already suffocating enough; gaining the attention from Gojo's rabid fangirls would probably push you over the edge. "Is there anything in particular that you like? Our customers really love the caramel crunch latte."

There's a tone to his voice that you can't place when he finally speaks. "Yeah, I'll take one of those. Extra sweet. Do you happen to have any tea here?"

The words slip out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. "Unfortunately, we only have one drink that features black tea."

Fuck.

You can feel Gojo's gaze, searing into your face as you stubbornly continue to stare at the counter. "Sure, I'll take one of those."

Numbly, you recite the total to him. As he hands you his credit card, you can see your hand shake as you reach out to grab it. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You should've forgotten everything about them when they left.

But you couldn't. You never could.

You hand his card back, but a firm hand on your wrist forces the air out of your lungs. Eyes wide, you peer up at Gojo in shock. His eyes are filled with an intensity that you've never seen before. "How much do I have to tip you in order for you to be the one to make our drinks?"

His grip is firm but not bruising, even as you try to tug your hand back. "I can assure you, our baristas-"

"I don't care," he interrupts. "I want you to do it. You're the only one who can do it." The final part of his statement is so soft that you barely catch it. "It's only ever been you."

You have the horrible feeling that the two of you are no longer talking about extra sweet lattes and London Fogs. The whispers are getting so loud now that you yank your hand back and give him a strained smile. "I suppose I can." At this point, you'll do anything to stop talking with him.

As you busy yourself around the cafe, you hate how easy it is to make the two drinks. Extra caramel; Satoru always loved when his coffee was practically infused with it. You grab the filtered water, running it through a filter several more times. Suguru always insisted tea tasted better the more filtered the water was. You heat the water as you crush up small caramel candies. Satoru enjoyed when his drinks had a little something he could chew on. The tea was steeped for five minutes, exactly. You added lavender and vanilla syrup. When Suguru had made you try a London Fog for the first time in ninth grade, you'd teased him for the "oddly pretentious taste." A splash of milk. An extra large heaping of whipped cream.

Wiping your hands on your apron, you can feel the pain in your heart form the salt of your tears. "Lizzie," you call out. "Can you deliver this to the customer? I'm going on my ten minute." Not waiting for a response, you dash into the bathroom, barely slamming the door behind you as you let the first of your tears fall.

"Toru! Toru!"

"What?" he snaps. Undeterred, you rush up to him, bright pink lunchbox clutched in one hand. "Sugu said you forgot your lunch at home, but it's okay! We pooled our allowance together, so Sugu's in line for the cafeteria right now"

A rush of warmth fills his chest. "You shouldn't have," he protests, but you wave it away. "Mama always says that food is meant to be shared, especially with people you love! And it wouldn't feel right eating without you."

The school onigiri had never tasted good, but that day, Satoru had savored every bite.

Satoru stares at the teenager who'd called his name, wringing her apron nervously, before taking the offered cups. "Thank you." Where had you gone?

"Can I get your autograph?" she blurts out, and Satoru winces. His cover had been completely blown. Suguru's not going to be pleased, he thinks wryly. Yet as he dutifully signs his name on the provided paper, his mind wanders to you. Your hands had been shaking. Were you cold? Tired? Or was it his fault? Briefly, he considers sticking around, before quickly dismissing that idea. You clearly wanted to avoid being associated with him, and although the thought makes his stomach twist, he understands it as much as he hates it.

The walk back to the hotel is short. Satoru's mind is a mess. The bags under your eyes rivalled Shoko's. Were you taking care of yourself? You seemed thinner, too. The sick feeling inside him only grows, festering into something ugly. He dutifully ignores it (like he has been the past five years) and takes a sip of the latte you made, freezing.

Every time all four of you had gone over to your house after school, you'd always insisted on making snacks for the three of them. The coffee tastes like sunny afternoons, and bright laughter, of your voice teasing Satoru for the sheer amount of sugar you'd have to put in his drinks. Caramel seeps into his system, and unbidden, he thinks of your eyes, watching him with a hint of apprehension and exhaustion.

When had it gone so wrong?

Suguru is lounging on the couch as he enters. "What took you so long?" Suguru grumbles, reaching for the other cup. It takes Satoru a moment to respond.

"She was working at the cafe."

"Is that so?" Suguru murmurs, taking a sip of his own drink. Immediately, he tenses, eyes stunned. "Did she-"

"Yeah."

"It tastes kind of like-"

"I know."

The two lapse into silence. You'd had so much love to give that it had practically overflowed. Food was just one aspect of it. Some days, you'd even give up parts of your lunch, insisting that Satoru or Suguru take a bite. He thinks of the way you'd hold him, the way you'd leave him encouraging notes in his locker, how you'd save up allowance to buy small things that reminded you of them. How you'd keep extra hair ties on your wrist for Suguru, and how you'd always keep a plastic water bottle in your bag for Shoko. How many times had they taken it for granted, taken you for granted?

"She looked so exhausted, Sugu. She's got these real dark bags under her eyes, like she hadn't slept in a while. Her hands were shaking. Her eyes were so dull, and so lifeless. I..." Satoru closes his eyes. "I think I would give up anything for her. Music, fame, money. I forgot what it was like, being with her. I felt alive, even though she could barely even look at me."

"I think the worst part is that she really thought we wanted to leave her behind," Suguru says, miserably. "It's all my fault, I was in such a hurry to get us out of there that I didn't say goodbye at all."

"You're not the only one to blame." Satoru's voice is sharp. "We both knew where she lived. We could've called her house phone, saved her number to our new phones from her parents."

"Will she ever forgive us?"

The way they'd heard you wailing from behind the door had torn their heart in two. They never wanted to hear you make those noises again, especially with the agonizing knowledge that it had been their fault.

"I don't know," Satoru says, truthfully. "But I can't even think about returning to music until she knows just how much we really love her."

#haerinwrites #idol!satoru gojo #rockstar!suguru geto #satosugu x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk angst #suguru geto x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x suguru x reader #gojo x geto x reader

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thetriumphantpanda · 5 months

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one day i'll fly away | joel miller (masterlist)

Series Summary | A disgraced Princess, wrapped up in a scandal that no-one saw coming. A scandal and a messy, public divorce that has shaken the British Royal Family to its core and caused a media frenzy. Running away seemed the only option, get away from the eye of the storm, but no matter how far you run, the people who want to find you, will always find you. You were meant to lay low, keep your nose out of trouble, but when the handsome and rugged town rancher is as mysterious as he is, it was always going to be a disaster waiting to happen.

Pairing | Joel Miller x Princess F!Reader

Series Warnings | No outbreak AU, no use of y/n, implied age gap, implied infidelity, mentions of arranged marriages and divorce, mentions of a royal wedding, an insane amount of wealth, the British Royal Family (But not as you know them, I ain't tryna get sued), descriptions of depression & anxiety, elements of codependency, descriptions of paparazzi and tabloid newspapers, our girl has an insane amount of pressure on her shoulders so all of the shit that comes with that, alcohol and food consumption, elements of a forbidden/secret relationship, soft!Joel, rancher!Joel, Joel is a grumpy asshole a lot of the time and has both his daughters in this, explicit smut in later chapters (including but not limited to: public sex, unprotected PiV and oral sex, rough sex and some exploration of kinks), - please check chapters for individual warnings.

Authors Note | Don't look at me okay? I was watching the final season of The Crown and went hmmmm what happens if I take aspects of Princess Diana and her situation towards the end of her life and made it a Joel Miller AU? I don't like the way my brain works either but here we are, we love putting the man in situations. A huge shoutout to @hellishjoel and @undercoverpena for not only listening to my screaming about this idea, but held my hand when the fucking moodboard wouldn't do what I wanted to do. Coming early 2024.

Main Masterlist | Ko-Fi | Series Playlist

Divider by the amazing @saradika

Chapters

Chapter One - Sandal-Hit Princess

Chapter Two - Letting Off Steam

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

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thebookworm0001 · 2 years

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the theme is modeled after the damn gilded age what even are these outfits

#listen you didn't have to go full victorian #or even victorian at all but you had to go 'the most insane wealth gap the us has known'#leather aint it #and whatever the hell the girl who played the lead in bridgerton season 1 is wearing is. bad. it's not good. it's weird in a not good way.#lady gaga understood the assignment though

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merakiui · 8 months

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thank you scalding sands event for reminding me of just how crazy rich kalim is... orz i often forget how spoiled he is and how willing his parents (especially his father) are to do all that they can to ensure he's happy. like remodeling the entire scarabia dorm to fit kalim's vision so he wouldn't be too homesick. or owning giraffes and elephants. or even having an entire private park attached to their already massive property. he is so rich. it's driving me insane. T_T

i wrote about the tweels using their family's influence to essentially "buy" you, but the real buying of you quite literally happens with kalim. you, the servant he's grown so fond of, will suddenly find yourself swimming in wealth. all of these things are gifts, courtesy of kalim. your family is spoiled rotten, and it's such a whiplash. you try to be humble because that's how you were raised, but kalim insists. take these jewels! take this aureate statue! take this car so that you can get yourself a license and drive him around in it! kalim isn't even trying to curry favor with you by drowning you in excessive opulence, even though he very well could. he just wants to give you these things because he likes you and wants you to be happy! but it's so suffocating; you have to thank him because he's your master. your family will forever be grateful to the asims. but it's so awkward. you don't want any of these things. you just want to work in peace.

of course you can't possibly imagine yourself in a relationship with kalim. he's very sweet, but you just don't see him in that way. the gap in wealth is too great, as is your social status. so it's shocking when his father personally visits your parents with kalim, where he gives his blessing for kalim to marry you. and in addition to that, he delivers a very expensive care package, a means of goodwill. "our families will be one now," he says with a radiant smile, "so please think nothing of this little gift!" and you try to say no, but your parents won't hear it. how could you say no to kalim al-asim?! are you foolish? do you not see how lucky you ought to be?

but you can't quite call it luck or a blessing. it feels more like a curse. kalim loves you, yes, but you don't want to love him for his money or his willingness to mindlessly spoil you. but you don't have much say in this matter. kalim's made up his mind and so has his father. the two of you will be wed. it's a nightmare. jamil would pity you, but he's known kalim long enough that any sympathy he might extend to you has long since shriveled.

#meraki mumbles #i say azul is the one with the worst breeding kink ever #but actually i think no one could ever beat kalim #because even though azul is an only child and a mer kalim has a big *big* family #and so that's just normal for him #the idea of having one or two kids is crazy to him. how could you settle for so little? D:#he wants so many kids!!! enough to fill a big house and more! <3 #godspeed to his darling... no rest for the wicked orz #omg could you imagine kidnapping kalim for ransom and he falls in love with you??? T_T #you're holding him at knifepoint and yet you are the sweetest thing he's ever seen <3

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ot3 · 1 year

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i must admit media that's about getting schadenfreude from watching rich people suffer is really starting to lose its appeal to me. its cool and great to have catharsis in media or whatever but its doing nothing to ease the experience of going to the grocery store and seeing $5 cartons of eggs and $8 sticks of deodorant.

i'm not trying to claim theres any sort of conspiracy where We're Being Intentionally Pacified By The Media To Distract Us From Rising Up, that's ridiculous. but i just think it is insane to see how prevalent the rhetoric of 'rich people are wrecks who shouldnt have this much power and need to be taken down a peg' can be in some really mainstream stuff while the wealth gap continues to carve itself into a massive chasm

#i say this as a die hard leverage fan #i dont think the anticapitalist sentiment in media these days is insincere #but i do think its prevalence gives the Illusion that favor is turning one way when it. so clearly isnt.

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mamawasatesttube · 7 months

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Consider: Kara teaching Kon some of her Kryptonian-Terran fusion recipes. And Kon teaching her to make Hawai'ian coffee. Just sharing pleasant thoughts because I'm very stressed.

anon how did you know i've been feeling insane about kara wearing kon's glasses again today??? (it's not rocket science i feel insane about this every day)

the thing w postcrisis kara that gets me, when i try to think about her and kryptonian recipes and food, is that... she was a teenager. an adolescent. her main interest was art, and then she decided to take up science as well to try and bridge the gaps between new krypton and earth. when new krypton was established, she thought she had time. room to breathe, to grow, to learn.

i don't think she knows very many kryptonian recipes at all. what teenager who isn't particularly interested in cooking, who was living with her family, would? i don't think the idea of getting [new] krypton back and then losing it again would've occurred to her until it was too late.

which isn't to say i think she knows nothing, because i mean, most teenagers i would say probably know at least the basics of the kitchen. but i think there's such a tragedy in the wealth of traditional foods and recipes she will never know. and she will always think about that. she got one birthday on new krypton, to celebrate with her people, her mom, her kryptonian friends. her next birthday would be on earth, orphaned, picking up the pieces all over again. i am certain she spends that day missing kryptonian home cooking more than anything.

all of which is to say: i really love love looove the idea of kara, ma, and kon sitting down to try and figure something out here. kara's bonding with kon after he comes back, because she was wearing his glasses and they're cousins and she wanted to know him and i will die on this hill, and they're just hanging out at the farm and she mentions it being so frustrating that she remembers how all these things taste but she doesn't know how to make them, or how to approximate them with earth ingredients. and kon goes hmmm... oh!!! 💡 ma's a whiz in the kitchen. she might have some ideas!!

so they end up all three of them sitting at the kitchen table. kara describes a dish, kon helps her try to figure out how to put it into english terms if she's stuck trying to describe something she doesn't know a direct translation for, or comes up with examples to compare it to ("do you mean it's light and fluffy and creamy? like gelato?" "kind of, yeah, but not that melty?") until ma goes "oh! that consistency sounds kind of like meringue," and it's just a big ol session of them brainstorming together.

basically what i'm getting at is, inventing those kryptonian-terran fusion recipes is a family bonding experience.

#answers #Anonymous #oops can you tell i might have a lot of feelings about being distanced from one's culture and trying to learn how to make traditional foods #kara #kon #ma kent

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respectthepetty · 1 year

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Let Me Introduce Myself

I’m Respect the Petty, and I love colors. I’m on my own little mission to annoy all of y’all about how colors, lighting, barriers, clothing, and other visuals enhance QLs and add depth to the story.

For those of you who keep asking me for a “Master List” (bleh!) since apparently it takes too much time to scroll through my insane amount of posts because I don't know how to stfu, here it is! Plenty of posts didn't make the cut simply because there is a limit, so I included the ones that delivered the most features from above, and if you search my tags by the series' titles, other posts regarding the show's colors should be able to be found.

The goods are below the cut 👇🏿

A quick overview of what I do and what the colors mean

Key:

Color Coding shows the main colors associated with the characters <- most of you are here for these

Barriers examine the physical barriers that separate characters in a scene and what they represent (emotions, miscommunication, etc.)

The Clothing Tells the Plot looks at a specific clothing item in a scene

Background Noise includes various elements like barriers, clothing telling the plot, lighting showing feelings, and general details for the show

Episode Reviews cover all of the above for each episode plus my unhinged ramblings

Series (alphabetical order)

*If you don't know where to start, I suggest Big Dragon, Semantic Error, or Between Us

180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us

Background Noise

Background Noise (chopsticks)

Background Noise (puzzle pieces)

609 Bedtime Story

Color Coding

Barriers

Episode 4

All the Liquors

Color Coding

Bed Friend

Color Coding

Color Coding (Jade)

Background Noise (lighting and reflections)

Between Us

Color Coding

Color Coding (Negative Blue)

Color Coding (Cups)

Big Dragon

Color Coding and Episode 1

Background Noise [Where the Sun and Moon Meet]

Episode 8 (Finale)

A Boss & A Babe

Color Coding

Candy Color Paradox/Ameiro Paradox

Color Coding

Catch Me Baby

Color Coding

Chains of Heart

Background Noise

Cherry Magic

Color Coding

Cutie Pie

Color Coding

Dark Blue Kiss

Color Coding

Background Noise

Destiny Seeker

Color Coding

The Director Who Buys Me Dinner

Background Noise (lighting)

Barriers (lighting)

The Eclipse

Color Coding

Color Coding (Teacher Sani and Teacher Waree)

Background Noise (sun & moon symbolism)

Background Noise (wealth and class)

The Eighth Sense

Color Coding

GAP

Color Coding

Color Coding (finale)

Ghost Host, Ghost House

Barriers (brief)

God's Own Country

Color Coding (brief)

Happy Ending Romance

Barriers

I Will Knock You

Background Noise (lotus)

Individual Circumstances

Color Coding

KinnPorsche

Color Coding

Background Noise (parallels)

Background Noise (VegasPete parallels)

Light on Me

Color Coding

Color Coding (Color Exchange)

Love Mechanics

Color Coding

Made on the Rooftop

Color Coding

Manner of Death

Color Coding & Barriers

Moonlight Chicken

Color Coding

Color Coding (exchange)

Background Noise

Background Noise (Alan)

My Beautiful Man/Utsukushii Kare

Color Coding (Pending)

Background Noise & Barriers

Background Noise & Barriers (ep. 2, 3)

Background Noise & Barriers (ep. 4)

My Love Mix-Up/Kieta Hatsukoi

Color Coding

My School President

Color Coding

Color Coding (Parents)

Barriers

The Clothing Tells the Plot

Naughty Babe

Color Coding

The New Employee

Barriers

Never Let Me Go

Color Coding

Color Coding (Nueng x Palm)

Color Coding (Chopper)

Background Noise (Positions)

Background Noise

Barriers (Nueng)

Oh! My Assistant

Color Coding (brief)

Old Fashion Cupcake

Background Noise (brief)

Our Dating Sim

Color Coding

Color Coding (Orange)

Background Noise

Episode 3 & 4

Episode 5 & 6

Episode 7 & 8

La Pluie

Color Coding

The Promise

Color Coding

Color Coding (Pink)

Secret Crush on You

Color Coding

Background Noise

Semantic Error

Color Coding

Background Noise

Smiley

Color Coding

A Tale of Thousand Stars

Color Coding

We Best Love

Color Coding

What Did You Eat Yesterday?

Color Coding

Young Royals

Color Coding

General Posts

Cinematographers

Joy Maneerat Srinakarin (The Warp Effect, I Told Sunset About You, KinnPorsche, Great Men Academy)

Ratchanon Kaeosaart (I Promised You The Moon, Big Dragon)

Rath Roongrueangtantisook (Never Let Me Go, Mama Gogo, He's Coming To Me, A Tale of Thousand Stars, 3 Will Be Free)

Suthipong Teerasakul (Chains of Heart, The Eclipse, 609 Bedtime Story)

Language

Lost in Translation

Language as a Weapon

Hostage Posts

Japan’s Use of Space

Why QLs?

Notes:

If a link doesn't work or goes to the wrong post, let me know

If you have an ask or a request, feel free to send me a message, but be warned that I really don't shut the fuck up about colors, so you could get a ten-page report back in response

If you write a post about colors, lighting, barriers, clothing, or other visuals, feel free to tag me

I'll update this post at the end of each month depending on what discoveries I've made during that month (Updated: 4/15)

Now that you know who I am, remember that a world without colors is a world devoid of emotions and feelings, so embrace the magic and follow me down this chaotic path of visual rhetoric.

#The colors mean things #color coded boys #the cinematography #the clothes speak to me #the clothes telling the story #background noise #crossing the line #master post

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sizhui · 6 months

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Calling cdramas based on danmei novels bromance is not really "stupid" or "homophobic" as much as it is intentionally racist, I think. Dramas like Word of Honor, Winter Begonia and the Untamed are overtly homosexual media in more than just subtext - the only thing the couples do not do is kiss and fuck but there is a wealth of both universal (tender moments, embracing, hand holding, living together, raising children, sexual innuendos) and culture specific (comparisons to historical couples, calling each other Zhiji/Zhiyin, cut sleeves) scenes - these are homosexual relationships realized in a way that can pass censorship. If you watch het cdramas and observe the way Chinese media frames couples youll see that its almost the exact same between het couples and gay couples sans kissing... but white western fans cant handle any affection that isnt made easily digestible to a viewer raised on steven universe and she-ra. You wouldnt know subtext if it smacked you in the face. Every time.a new danmei drama airs the tags are flooded with posts of 'THUS IS BAIT' or 'XD HELLO HOW DONT THEY SEE HOW GAY THIS IS' THEY DO..THEY DO.. CHINESE DIRECTORS, WRITERS AND ACTORS ARENT CLUELESS BABIES they are consciously adapting a homosexual novel into a homosexual drama the actors auditioned knowing theyll portray gay men. Infantilizing the cast and crew just speaks on you seeing Chinese people as an Other incapable of being up to level with your queer brain... youre not insane, youre just bigoted. Chinas censorship of gay relations on screen does not mean Chinese people dont know what gay sex is and that they are implying it 🙃 and danmei dramas arent bait in the sense certain JPN anime and gacha games are either because they are ADAPTING CHARACTERS WHO ARE GAY MEN, USUALLY MARRIED GAY MEN SO. they presume that youve read the material and are capable of filling in the gaps. So many of you are just ignorant

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ethvns · 5 days

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·。 jacob elordi . cis man . he/him - ethan shephard was blasting silent shout by the knife on the sidewalk in austin today . according to other atx residents , the twenty-eight year old unemployed has been given a reputation of being dishonest , but also resourceful . [ a synthetic kind of happiness, scuffed designer shoes, feeling like a stranger at family functions. ]

i. general

full name: ethan alexander shephard

dob & zodiac: november 10, 1996 & scorpio

place of birth: austin, tx

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him

orientation: heterosexual

distinguishing characteristics: a scar above his left brow from that one time he drank half a bottle of tequila and tried to ride an electric scooter. probably has something like this on his chest with wings on either side and some cringy quote about how god is the only one who can judge him.

likes: menthol cigarettes, bouillabaisse, special treatment, his white noise machine

dislikes: speed limits, household chores, musicals, people who bring their screaming kids out in public

hobbies: world travel, fantasy basketball, starting beef on reddit, skiing

positive traits: resourceful, confident, independent, protective

negative traits: dishonest, lazy, self-indulgent, pigheaded

ii. background

austin native, born into wealth; dad is an oil tycoon and mom a socialite / former beauty queen.

gets everything handed to him on a silver platter growing up. very out of touch with reality and tone deaf to other people's struggles. parents try to instill a sense of work ethic into both him and his sister, but she's the only one who picks up on it. ethan, on the other hand...

...coasts through private school doing the absolute bare minimum - no goals or ambitions besides partying and sponging off his parents. takes a gap year after high school to "find himself" but is really just skiing in the swiss alps and developing a drug addiction

eventually returns to the us to attend college - a clause in his trust fund says he needs a degree in order to access his $1 million. his dad’s connections (and money) gets him into a school in california where he ends up studying communications, something he has zero interest in, but according to google, should be a breeze.

come sophomore year, ethan's expelled for using chat gpt to write essays. his dad is pissed, but after weeks of ethan blowing up his phone and pleading into his voicemail, finally gives in and grants him access to his trust fund.

first few months - amazing, but things go steadily downhill from there. spending his money in exactly the opposite way of what it’s intended for, ethan spirals further into addiction and reaches a point where his happiness is solely dependent on a plastic bag of white powder. he goes to rehab a couple of times, but never manages to stay clean long enough to realize how miserable he is.

finally, his parents are done. no more forgiveness, no more second chances - they’ve had enough of those. without telling him, his dad cuts him off from the family fortune, something he should’ve done a long time ago. ethan only notices 2 months later, when he's fresh out of his latest rehab stint and his card declines at off-white.

riddled with shame and something else he can’t quite place, ethan moves in with his sister while trying to figure out what his next step is.

iii. headcanons

had no idea what a coupon was for the longest time

always carries around lip balm and applies it like this

his tinder bio is just his height

everytime he has a cold he turns into a frail victorian child

love language is physical touch

probably uses snapchat as his main form of communication

the type of guy to tell you his ex is bat-shit crazy when he’s the one who drove her insane

iv. pinterest

here !!

v. established & wanted connections

younger brother of @eshephards

best friends with @grecktragedy

flirtationship with @fionamooore

#atxfm.intro #drugs tw #addiction tw

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qqueenofhades · 2 years

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UBI would just be giving people handouts, though. Like, "congrats your alive you get money" doesn't provide the best incentive to work? We're going to have a lot of freeloaders if we do that.

Uhhhh.

First of all, I think it's pretty obvious from my other posts that you and I are not going to agree about this, so I'm not sure what you're trying to accomplish here. Second of all, I... don't.... see.... what's....wrong with a government fundamentally providing basic financial support to its citizens??? There are plenty of people who CAN'T work for one reason or another and who struggle all their lives on extremely meager levels of support that the ableist state has decided they can (very grudgingly) be allowed to have, despite their terrible sin of not being able to join the workforce. Besides, the "UBI will make those lazy freeloaders not work!!!" is a) capitalist propaganda and b) not even true. Finland is one of the countries to have completed a UBI trial and guess what! People who received it were actually more likely to be in work after the trial ended!

Interestingly, the final results of Finland’s program, released this spring, found that a basic income actually had a positive impact on employment. People on the basic income were more likely to be employed than those in the control group, and the differences were statistically significant, albeit small.

This coincided with a strong uptick in mental health, positive social support, and other quality-of-life indicators. The people in the Finnish trial received €560 a month, which is obviously not enough to replace work-related income, but which DID provide enough extra funding to help fill critical gaps and provide more peace of mind. Besides, humans are naturally industrious and like doing things?? And are usually happy to work and find ways to occupy themselves, and the idea that they only "deserve" to survive or have their basic needs met if they're working long hours at a job that they probably hate is, again, capitalistic propaganda nonsense (not to mention, has strong undercurrents of social Darwinism, eugenics, and other questionable social philosophies).

In a world that is so wildly economically unjust, where a tiny handful of people control an incredibly disproportionate amount of wealth and so many people suffer with so little, you're simply never going to convince me, ever, that making more effort to financially meet their basic needs is a bad thing. For God's sake, giving them five hundred extra bucks a month, if we're replicating the Finland conditions, is hardly going to create a culture of "freeloaders." Why is that worse than forcing them to work multiple jobs for shit wages and still struggling? Why is their "production" the only important thing about them? Why is this the metric you've chosen to complain about in what is, as noted, an entirely theoretical program that is decades away from being politically feasible in America, if ever, and yet has been experimented and implemented in successful democratic-socialist societies that are, gasp, NOT AMERICA?

In short, as it has been put before and is still the best way to say it: I don't know how to explain to you that you should care about other people. Because, as noted, of all the outrageous economic injustices that currently exist in this world, it's extremely confusing to me that this is the one you would choose to complain about. And in closing: any UBI program in America would be funded, a la Social Security and Medicare, with taxpayer money. So that is YOUR MONEY to start with (and that of everyone who has ever paid a single penny in federal or state tax for any reason, which is almost every single American citizen over the age of 18). It's not "giving handouts" to distribute it back to poor people, rather than continuing to jigger the system so rich people pay nothing into it at all and are allowed to reap insane profits. And the idea that all other working people are your enemy and if they get anything, there will be less for you, is a deliberate technique used to keep you blaming each other, and not seriously questioning the grotesque accumulation of those at the very top. Because yeah. Uh. I think they can absolutely afford to fucking share.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts #wow the kool-aid is strong with some of y'all

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if-only-angels-could-prevail · 5 months

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i saw the first public performance of Boop! The Musical. scattered thoughts are below.

(i will say: if you are already dead set on seeing Boop! The Musical, i suspect you'll have more fun going in blind, so maybe skip this post.)

this musical is insane. the story doesn't make any sense. the timeline is incoherent. the world-building leaves more questions than answers. i'm obsessed.

the whole show is very Urgent. we MUST get here before THIS happens! except half the time this urgency is not elaborated upon in any way and the audience is only occasionally provided an explanation

jerry mitchell directed the hell out of it. the staging and choreography is (mostly) spectacular.

i really liked the music. it is admittedly one of those very by-the-book "i want song" / "group number" / "patter song" types of scores, not particularly imaginative. but individually, i liked all of the tunes. comparable to bandstand or dirty rotten scoundrels. solid stuff! good lyrics!

the whole show is unfortunately new york propaganda, totally unabashedly.

it's also pro-blue eyes propaganda. shut up!

faith prince plays valentina, an old flame of the character simply known as "grampy." their entire subplot is bonkers. it's heavily implied that their initial rendezvous has a 40-year age gap.

there's political commentary and it's very Old Rich Liberal. redistribute the wealth! we like cops tho

it does the same thing as the barbie movie in that its very much about iconography vs being, it has very brief fleeting moments of fodder for existentialism, but then before anything can really be explored it rushes into a brassy number

one of the first numbers in the show has three times square costume characters singing backup vocals

pikachu and goku are there

soooo many of the Important Plot Beats happen entirely offstage

there's a subplot about a mayoral election that's bananas. shout out to Anastacia McCleskey who makes an absolute feast out of a nothing character.

oh and Betty Herself!!! Jasmine Amy Rogers NAILS it

overall it is a very Fun Splashy Broadway Musical with a fairly incoherent script. had a great time.

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theprettynosferatu · 2 years

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Dear Cis People

Cw: transphobia, assault

This is a text for cis people written by a cis person. If you're trans, non binary or have ever felt in any way not 100% aligned with your assigned birth gender, stop reading now.

Ok are they gone? I think they're gone. We're safe, fellow cisfolk. Let's take a moment to breathe and rest before moving on. Life is hard on us these hard, dystopian days.

I want to check in with my cis brothers and sisters in these turbulent times. Why, the epidemic of trans people assaulting us in bathrooms is out of control! I myself can't go into a changing room without being assaulted *at least* three times, and I now have to factor the assaults into my schedule lest I be late to the Cis Twister Parties! How are you all holding up?

See, this is just like what happened when gay marriage was being debated. Brave souls warned us it would lead to a free for all, and last week the AC repairman married one of my cats! It's very inconvenient. What do you even get a cat bride for her wedding?

Good thing I don't have to think about it because hey it didn't fucking happen.

So if you are a transphobe, let me ask you a question: what have the trans ever done to you? I mean it. Why are so many societies putting so much energy into hurting a group that wants to... be? To just exist? What kind of insane psychosexual bullshit is bubbling under the surface that drives you to do actual harm to people you've never met, pose no risk to you or anyone else? Couldn't you be using that zeal to, I don't know, try and change stuff that actually affects you? The wealth gap? Minimum wage? Healthcare costs? Fuck it, take up Magic the Gathering and go broke buying cardboard Crack like a normal person!

Where is this fear coming from? Because you do know that's all this is, right? You pretend to be defenders of children or women, but it's obvious you're fucking terrified. Of what? That you might be attracted to a trans person? Are you that fucking insecure? Do you need the world to be neat black and white binaries so much that an enby sends your entire worldview spinning? Is the idea of a female cock or a male pussy so hard to grasp?

Or is it shamefully enticing?

I mean it. I don't get it. I just... don't. How does using the right pronouns make your life worse? Are you scared you'll fuck it up? You know, you can just ask! Most people will tell you how to refer to them, and that's it. Is that so big a burden that your brain will explode from the effort? Do your eyes melt if they see a person and can't instantly put them in one of two boxes?

It's the girldick, isn't it? You're scared you'll be attracted to a trans woman and you'll be called gay by your awful friends. Let me assure you, being attracted to a trans woman doesn't make you gay, if that's your fear, cis male asshat.

Your fear would be funny if it wasn’t harmful, but it is. Even ignoring the many, many instances of individual violence against trans people and non binary people, they are facing literal systematic violence. They are denied Healthcare. They are denied rights. They are denied the ability to choose their path. No, you're statistically not a legislator; but your casual transphobia enables the cultural landscape that empower the bigots on top.

So cis people: fight. Fight for trans rights and enby rights. Fight because they're human fucking beings, just like you. Fight because it's right. And fight that fear that fuels your rage. You can be better.

And if you can't...

Well, fuck you.

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