They Stay Mad!
As I became more and more myself I think the freedom, peace and nonchalance that I exude, were less desirable to corporate America. I recall one job where I was freelancing, I spoke about my on/off lifestyle and how I loved the balance of working for a few months then taking time off to travel and do other things that interested me. I guess I inadvertently inspired my supervisor too much because she quit within a week of me starting the position.
At another job I was given the feedback that I was, 'being too visible'. Now I am not even sure what that means, especially since this comment was dispensed by a Black woman, whom you would assume as dark as she was, would have more carefully about the repercussions of basically telling another Black person to be invisible.
You will note I have used the term "supervisor", because someone else being my boss is a mentality that is far behind me, and mostly in any of the positions I am in I am not even really being supervised. I am so autonomous, I don't really need to be told what to do, I figure out what needs to be done and I proceed to accomplish that.
This same mentality might also be a deterrent to potential employers, I am not ever trying to hide who I am, and what I bring to the table. I am also not masking that as I get older, I get Blacker, queerer, and freer, adding non-binary and my elaborate sense of style to that mix probably isn't helping any. But I will not apologize for who I am, and the caliber of work I bring is clearly documented in the very impressive resume I have. What I wear, who I go to bed with, who I go to bed as, and the length of my hair have nothing to do with my ability to do a job. #fullstop
The fact is that working in corporate America while Black, part of the thing you need to navigate is white people's comfort. And that's not the kind of shit the career coach tells you. I also wasn't really told when I started out, that I should lean more into nepotism to get work than getting work plainly based on my merits and experience. This is something I can never truly resolve because its just not in my nature to ask folks about something that I have easily and readily done for myself in the past. I also don't like being beholden to folks in that way when I should be perfectly capable of acquiring a position based on my own qualifications. But that isn't the world we live in anymore.
The thing that is so hard for me to resolve is I recall a time on several occasions where I went in, interviewed for a position and started either the same day or very soon thereafter. And in quite a few of these same cases I later got offer letters from these companies, so clearly whatever I was laying down, someone was picking up.
This added to the confusion of the seven year drought that I had. I applied for hundreds of positions and interviewed for dozens and didn't land anything. My charm, poise and well articulated interviews hadn't really changed, but I think the world had. And a place I had worked for previously for nearly a year, got a offer letter, and had a friend refer me to, who was currently working there, I didn't get it. He was as confused as me. As the gunslinger says, the world has moved on. I need to decide if I want to even bother catching up with it.
Because a world where I am not judged on the contents of my character, but on something physical that I may or may not have control over is not really a world I want to participate in on any level. This kind of world is one that breaks spirits and prefers drones to unique voices and perspectives and frankly my dear, this is something I could do without.
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Mistrial declared in FedEx driver shooting Mistrial declared in case of 2 White men charged with attempted shooting of Black FedEx driver 00:21
A FedEx delivery driver who said two White men shot at and chased him in Mississippi in 2022 has now been fired from his job, he and his attorney said Monday.
"I honestly feel disrespected," the former driver, D'Monterrio Gibson, 25, told The Associated Press shortly after he received an email from FedEx about his termination.
Meredith Miller, manager of global network communications for FedEx, confirmed Monday that "Mr. Gibson is no longer employed at FedEx," but did not respond to other questions from AP.
Carlos Moore, an attorney who has represented Gibson in a civil lawsuit, provided AP with a copy of an email Gibson received from FedEx on Monday. It said Gibson's employment was terminated July 26, and the company attempted to deliver a letter and documents to him about the termination July 31.
FedEx fired Gibson because he did not accept a part-time, non-courier job that the company offered in mid-July, Moore said, adding that he did not know whether the company gave Gibson a deadline to accept.
"They can't tell me when I should be ready to come back," Gibson said.
Worker's comp, therapy, trouble sleeping
Gibson said he has been on worker's compensation leave, at about one-third of his pay, since shortly after he reported the attack to police in Brookhaven, Mississippi, on the night it allegedly happened, Jan. 24, 2022.
Gibson was not injured in the shooting or chase, but said Monday that he has been in therapy to deal with anxiety because of it. He said he still has trouble sleeping.
Brandon Case and his father, Gregory Case, are charged with attempted first-degree murder, conspiracy and shooting into the vehicle driven by Gibson. Prosecutors said they intend to schedule a new trial for the two men, who remain out on bond. A court official said the judge's docket is full through December.
Moore said Gibson had done nothing wrong before two White men tried to stop him, with one of the men holding a gun.
White father and son charged for allegedly chasing and shooting at Black FedEx driver
"He was simply Black while working," Moore said during a news conference in 2022. Gibson had said he was told by his superiors to run the same route the day after the chase, CBS affiliate WJTV reported.
"The following day, we had to go file a police report, and as soon as I was done filing a police report, they put me back on the same route. I did that for like a day or two until I started having real bad anxiety attacks, and I just couldn't do it anymore. I asked them for some time off, which I do have, but it's unpaid," said Gibson at the time.
In a statement earlier this year, FedEx said: "FedEx takes situations of this nature very seriously, and we are shocked by this criminal act against our team member. ... The safety of our team members is our top priority, and we remain focused on his wellbeing. We will continue to support Mr. Gibson as we cooperate with investigating authorities."
Gibson reported that the encounter happened as he was making FedEx deliveries in a van with the Hertz logo on three sides. After he dropped off a package at a home on a dead-end public road, Gregory Case, then 58, used a pickup truck to try to block the van from leaving, and his son Brandon Case, 35 at the time, came outside with a gun, District Attorney Dee Bates told jurors last week.
As Gibson drove the van around the pickup truck, shots were fired, with three rounds hitting the delivery van and some of the packages inside, Bates said.
Gregory Case saw a rental van with a Florida license plate outside his mother-in-law's unoccupied home after dark, defense attorney Terrell Stubbs told jurors. The elder Case was just going to ask the van driver what was going on, but the driver did not stop, Stubbs said.
Grand Jury: Brookhaven Police "complacent"
On August 10, a federal judge dismissed Gibson's federal lawsuit seeking $5 million from FedEx, writing that the lawsuit failed to prove the company discriminated against him because of his race. That litigation also named the city of Brookhaven, the police chief and the Cases. Moore said he plans to file a new civil suit in state court, seeking $10 million.
A grand jury issued a report last month saying that Brookhaven Police Department officers "poorly investigate their cases." The grand jury, made up of local residents, considered more than 60 criminal cases, and wrote that the department is "complacent," "does not complete investigations in a timely manner," shows a "lack of professionalism" and "has a habit of witness blaming."
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can’t stop thinking about dabi who’s so filled with pent up emotions - rage, relief, insanity, glee - after his identity reveal. and you are the conduit.
cw: no plot just brainrot, fem!reader, heavy breeding, minors burns/branding, dumbification, heavy overstimulation, fingering and oral (f!receiving), spanking, praise and degradation, possessiveness, voice kink, bait-and-switch where it seems like dubcon but is actually completely consensual tho??? also Dabi would be an amazing father don’t @ me
tagging: @gatoru @reveluving @dabislittlemouse and @nymphoheretic (who got the first version of this) <3
the second he and you escape from the warzone, the man has one, singular, burning thought and that is to breed you. he’s touya again and he needs show he’s a better partner and father than endeavor could ever dream of being.
which starts by fucking you full of his kids over and over and over again.
alive or not, he’s destroyed his father’s legacy and he’s ecstatic - more desperate and hungry than you’ve ever seen him. he can’t keep his hands and teeth off you, leaving little burn marks everywhere. his white hair is still wet and stuck to his face, his blue eyes are crazed; he’s absolutely animalistic.
“dabi-!” you can barely get the word out before he’s ripping fabric off of you; shirt, panties and all - getting singed in his still steaming hands. one hand sneaks to your chin and squeezes - your eyes are locked to his, the other hand already working two fingers into your hole.
“not my name, princess.”
“t-too fast dabi -”
he pries your jaw open and spits in your mouth - your form so shocked that you tremble and swallow it down without protest.
“now,” he kisses his teeth, “what the fuck do you call me? what’s my name?”
“t-toy-touya”
“good fucking girl.” he chuckles lowly, eyes impressed both at your obedience and the feeling of your gummy walls. “you’re already so tight on my fingers, baby.”
touya growls - god, he fucking adores this. you’re squirming at all the overwhelming feelings - twisting and jerking against the wall until you notice that he hasn’t even closed the door to your apartment.
“t-touya, someone could see-” you hiccup.
“let them, doll. let them see.” he purrs. you choke out a moan, his fingers already finding the most sensitive gooey spot inside you, causing your first climax of the night.
“all of japan knows me now, baby. so who’s gonna stop me? the police? the heroes? your shitty neighbors? who’s gonna stop me from fucking my girl full and getting her pregnant, hm?”
he lets out a dark laugh and if you weren’t so deeply in love with him - so paralyzed by his heated touch - you would find it scary. instead you can only find it arousing as he sinks to his knees in front of your completely nude, shaking form and sucks at your clit, tongue swiftly going past your folds.
sure, it feels good - so good you have to momentarily cover your mouth with a trembling hand to stop from babbling out for more. but it’s evident he doesn’t care about your pleasure right now as much as he does claiming you as his. he continues spanking and biting your thighs in between until you scream his name and try to push him off.
“t-touya too - much.” you whine, hand going away from your mouth to try and pry him away by his messy hair, the tips of which are still dark. his tongue rolls inside you, lips greedily sucking every inch of your slit and bud like a man possessed. you let out a broken noise. “touya, you gotta -”
your sentence met with a sharp slap.
“I don’t ‘gotta’ do anything doll. this is my pussy ain’t it? say it.” he looks up at you expectantly, your translucent juices dripping down his lips and chin.
“‘s your…” you whisper out, legs shaking so badly you think you’d fall if his strong hands weren’t holding you to the wall, digging into the fat of your thighs with a strangle hold.
“louder.” he spanks again.
“it’s your pussy, touya!”
“and that means only i decide when it’s had enough, got it? and i say it hasn’t. and you’re gonna let me, ain’t ya?”
“yes~” your consent comes out like a whisper, a hiss, but is it’s undeniable that you like him like this. a version of dabi touya that you’ve only seen glimpses of but just fall for deeper and deeper and deeper - others might call it insane but to you it’s intoxicating. the insanity, the need to have you - something about it drives you over the edge into another messy, babbling orgasm.
you love him. you love him. you love hi-
“shut your mouth and bite down on something.”
“b-bite down?” you question, swallowing deeply, pulled out of your thoughts. your fuzzy head stirs trying to understand his intentions as he hands you the balled up fabric of your previously discarded but still soaking wet panties.
“yeah. this is gonna hurt.” his smirks, a candle light amount of blue fire surrounding the tip of his index finger. you bite and scream into the cloth, tasting your own remaining juice, as the blue spark traces the letters “M I N E” into your outer thigh.
you’re crying and shaking from feeling such pain after climaxing back to back.
good.
he likes it like that.
he’s at least soft enough to kiss the scorching letters until they cool off with a coo of “good fucking girl” finally taking your partially delirious body to the bed and stroking your hair as he cradles you. you whine for more praise and confirmation.
“did g-good, dabi?”
“touya, remember? ‘nd yeah, baby. doing so good for me, doll. now, i’m gonna lie on the bed and you’re gonna ride that pretty pussy my cock until i say you’re full enough, got that?”
“yes.”
“yes who, little slut?”
“yes, touya.”
“good, pretty girl.”
he strips, which gives you a moment to catch your breath and he chuckles when he looks into your eyes absolutely maddened and obsessed with how you gasp at his size every single time.
“don’t worry, pretty. i’ll go nice and slow. sink into you bit by bit, counting to 10, yeah?” whimpering from overstimulation, you nod - innocent and trusting
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he’s a liar.
dabi, touya - it doesn’t matter who he is, he’s a fucking liar.
the count he’d promised got to “two” before he shoved his fat cock all the way inside with a cackle.
“did you really believe i’d wait that long?” he teases, blue eyes taking you apart bit by bit as he slams his cock into you and you squirm, crying out his name
“touya! too deep!”
"i don't remember asking, baby," he replies. he buries himself into you to the base - pressing against your insides, so hard it aches.
“i'm gonna fill you up nice and full, knock you up like the good little bitch you are. you gonna take that f’r me? let me dump loads my cute tight little pussy?”
his shoulders and chest are heaving, he’s pushed your legs back and back and back until you’re in a mating press so he can slip his cock as deep in as it can go and back out wildly.
“gonna help me prove h’m wrong, yeah? gonna make me a daddy aren’t you dollface - i’ll be soft with ya when you do. i’ll be such a good fuckin’ daddy. you know that?”
“y-ye - touya - you’ll be a-amazing!” you really do think he would but even if you didn’t, you can’t think at all beyond saying what he wants to hear
“you’d be a good mommy to them. just like you’re such a good cumdumpster for me.”
your head is swimming, the residual heat of his quirk has you feeling like you’re going melt. how many times has he made you cum by now? you lost count after four and now he’s beating against your g-spot as you plead that it’s all too rough. your mind is so blank with him, him, him - how feral he looked fighting against his father and brother, the deep plea he made on camera to the whole nation and now this desperate, obsessed sex craze.
you’re at his mercy, plain and simple. your mouth is letting out hoarse pleas for him to slow down because all your neighbors can hear, you’re sure of it.
“let them hear. stop thinking about other people when i’m the one fucking this pussy. matter of fact - stop thinking, doll. you're not done until you're so full of my cum, you get pregnant," he growls in a voice unlike anything you'd ever heard him use. but fuck if it doesn't make you clench around him, which only makes him laugh at you.
“if i had known you wanted to be a little breeding slut for me before, i would have been filling you properly every night! fuck what they hear. they’ve heard my voice all day. they get to hear me breed you.”
“touya~”
“oh you like the sound of that don’t you? well then let them hear. scream for me. who’s the only man that fucks this pussy full?”
“touya! ‘s you touya! ‘m your cumslut!” you wail into another climax. touya pauses as you spasm around him, pussy walls sucking the cum from him with a long groan.
his hand is finally gentle against you, thumbing the tears and lips tenderly kissing your face.
“don’t worry. ‘ll be nice and soft with you once the little tyke is in your tummy, doll. all you have to do is stand what i put you through now.” he coos.
“i wouldn’t really hurt you the lady i love - i’m not him. you’ve been so good taking care of me this long while i waited to destroy him. thought i was gonna die today, you know that? now i get to live and be with you and our little ones. y’know i love you, right doll?”
your fifth (or maybe it’s been closer to seventh?) orgasm has made you a mess of tears but touya rarely says ‘i love you’ and something about being free of his disguise makes it seem like he’ll say it more often now. you manage to whisper out;
“i love you too touya… g’ve me your baby.”
he smiles and pounds in, fucking the sloppy loads of white back into you.
“say it again.”
“‘w-want your babies~”
“again!” he growls, hands closing in on your neck as he fucks you so hard the bed creaks and you think it might break - or at least you would if you had the ability to think beyond his orders.
you say it over and over like a mantra as he kisses you and makes sure you hold in his cum, dick creamy with white from fucking in load after load.
“that’s a good mommy. you’re gonna grow so nice with daddy’s kids. my fucking little breeding hole.”
when he’s finally, finally done? you’re an absolute mess and he adores the sight. you’re crying and hiccuping, legs shaking as white fluid pools inside you before he shoves it back in with his fingers.
“stay open for me, cutie. someone’s a happy little cumslut huh?” dabi smirks and he gives you one last spank.
“touya” you sob out and he kisses you softly.
“I’m here doll. that’ll keep you good and stuffed. ‘ll clean you up nice and soft in the morning hm? right now you’re gonna sleep full of my cum and all marked as mine.”
you drift to sleep, no energy left, only able to hear the sound of his phone turning on because he can’t help but snap a few pictures and videos of his “masterpiece.”
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