#also land back in response to the citizenship bullshit

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

While I'm aware that spite is not the ideal political or social motivator, I am increasingly aware that I am a pragmatist above almost all else and am a big fan of the "butts in seats" approach to politics and therefore believe that, if for no reason other than spite, all USAmerican Millennials and Gen Zers should be vocal proponents of the land back movement.

You've made it financially impossible to own a home? I don't think this land belongs to any of us. Suck on that, landlord.

Yes obviously there are philosophical and moral reasons to support the land back movement and I'm sure someone will tell me it's "not that simple!" which is not the point.

[intercreativepudlo]

On citizenship.

I say 'we' because I became an Australian citizen on 26th of January 2021. Here is my personal journal entry from that day:

26th of January, Tuesday

I wake up just before dawn. As I lie in bed, I think about my sometimes annoyingly stress free life. From time to time, I long for things to change quickly and dramatically. Slow change is hard for me, I'm indecisive and tend to overthink things so any change I manage feels very hard won. But I'm also impulsive and feel a thrill when I have to handle a crisis. So even as a peaceful life is something I seek, when I find the equilibrium it can bore me too. 

Naturally, as I thought further about quick and dramatic change, I thought about this country whose citizen I was soon to become. This land and its first people, its wildlife, its landscape and its plant life. I thought about what it would have been like to be here, minding your own business, going about your life as the generations of your ancestors did before you. About one day, getting up before dawn to go for your solitary morning walk to think and clear your head, and looking out over the ocean to see the strangest sight. Boats. With strangely attired people on them.

When I got the letter telling me my citizenship ceremony was to be held on Australia Day, I thought of declining and doing it on a different day to boycott this holiday which I hate and believe to be utterly crazy in a society that claims to be tolerant and open and forward thinking. Celebrating a day that marks the beginning of an ongoing tragedy for Aboriginal people, and for the natural world that they lived in and cared for.

But that would change nothing. This heavy feeling would not go away, dramatic change for the better wouldn't ensue. 

I accept the full responsibility and I accept that becoming a citizen of a colonial country means I am no longer an innocent bystander.

Until yesterday I could still have had my high ground. From an immigrant's perspective, it was easy to see the injustice the lack of respect, the system of oppression. As a citizen, I accept that I am now a beneficiary of that very same system. I don't know that there is a solution here for me. This isn’t a rant about finding solutions to uncomfortable feelings. And I think that’s the point. You have to sit in this discomfort and do better when the ball is in your court. 

-

It’s a hot day. We leave not long after 9. We’re a little early so we go and check the surf at Belongil. It’s the most beautiful day with perfect waves.

We drive back to Cavanbah Centre, there are people lining up outside. Some of them are dressed up. We sign in and I fill in the electoral roll form. There are shitty little flags on all the seats. We put them on the ground. It’s a weird event. The officiate is Simon Richardson, the mayor of Byron. He’s really nice and says the right things, basically saying we’re all waiting for the date to be changed. Of course, in the absence of this change, we still have to proceed. The whole setup is a little too close to a religious ceremony for my liking. There is a little bit of bullshit and myth making streaming down from the stage. But all the organisers, as expected, are extremely polite. Politeness, however, is a double edged sword. On the one hand, it’s better than being rude. On the other, it can help you get away with murder. Australians and their institutions largely inherited their politeness from their British counterparts.

All efforts are undertaken to make the ceremony pleasant. There’s a kindly older musician who can’t sing for shit singing “Home Among the Gumtrees” and, just before the ceremony, “The Times They Are A Changin’”. In the first case, sweet, feel good song that’s meant to make you forget about the people who were slaughtered in the process of creating that lovely utopia with a clothes line out the back. In the second, it was clear from the delivery as well as from the context that the times are really not changing quite as dramatically as the song implies. The intention was good though, and I take a moment to appreciate that. For many present, this is a cause for celebration. Me, all of it mostly makes me uncomfortable.

We all get a native pot plant and a certificate from the mayor. The other guy, some old dude, delivers the whole ‘best country in world’ spiel. And yet, despite all the pleasantry, somehow it all seems so very awkward. Two girls becoming new citizens are wearing tops with the Aboriginal flag. We all mumble the pledge under our breaths and hardly anyone sings the anthem. I certainly don’t, even though I’m so tempted to just let go and enjoy myself. I mean, I love hymns and powerful songs, I love a catchy tune. But not this one. They make us stand in the front, like new Christians about to get baptised. Zach notices it’s taking a while and so he brings me a chair. He takes a photo of me with my plant and my certificate, pulling a ‘I’m not sure what to think of this’ face. 

-

We drive to Wayne’s around 4:30 and get straight to it. There isn’t exactly enough for us both to do, but I do about half an hour of mowing before Zach takes over and I go hang out with Wayne and his girlfriend. We talk everything, from movies and TV, Broken Hill where Wayne is going to scout locations for a show he’ll be directing (‘Total Control’), to multi level marketing scams, family histories, becoming a citizen, how Zach and I met. We want to hang out some more, but we have booked the tickets already.

We get to the cinema and collect our free wine and head straight into the theatre. There are no ads. That’s appropriate. The cinema is almost full. 

The movie is heavy. Zach doesn’t appreciate all the people commenting on it out loud and getting all too emotionally involved. I don’t exactly appreciate having this white guy being so central to the story. You can’t have everything. The boy who plays Gutjuk is really good. He needs to be in more movies. It’s a necessary movie. Visually amazing. But in the lift on the way to the car, I tell Zach that somehow I feel like this film belongs in the past, like it’s overdue. (I read later that indeed, the idea for the film and maybe even the script were developed around the year 2000). Like it does a bit too much to make white people not feel quite as horrible as they could about the invasion. That’s my only issue, I think. Visually, it’s flawless. The acting is convincing, especially from the Aboriginal part of the cast. Also, hero’s journey wise, it is flawless too. Everybody goes through their character arc perfectly, they all close, the hero becomes the hero and gets the girl (presumably), the girl gets her revenge, the riddled-with-guilt white dude atones for his sins, the white girl steps up to take responsibility and the bad guys meet their demise. Which is all a little too convenient but of course it’s satisfying to watch. But that too contributes to the feeling that it is somehow dated. Filmmakers who want to really make a splash go out of their way to subvert those kinds of expectations. And at the same time, I think Aboriginal people were owed this revenge tale. So. I think that generally, it is good that this film exists. And this was the day for all of us to watch it.

[yuzukult]

from home 05 || jjk & reader

title: from home  pairing: jungkook x reader genre: richkid!jk, baker!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut in later chapters word count: 7.5k+ prompt: jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class? a/n: i was really excited to write this chapter and i still couldn’t get myself to make it longer... :( i suck...

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Stating that Jungkook was 'on edge' is an understatement.

His palms and armpits were sweaty from the moment he arrived at your apartment to grab you before going to meet your parents, despite the amount of layers of deodorant he has on. He's never had a real relationship before, let alone met any girl's parents, and he can't help but feel something churning in his gut. "Good to go?" You ask, and he merely nods, suddenly bashful because he feels like he is definitely not ‘good to go.’ "Alright, let's head out."

The ride on the bus to your family home is only 30 minutes away, and truthfully, he has never ridden on one before. Walking to yours, Hoseok, and his home were less than 15 minutes, the thought of taking the bus being the absolute last thing on his mind. 

Jungkook isn't exactly sure how he feels about the bus. The constant starting and stopping makes him nauseous; then the unsteadiness of having to hold the bars and handles throughout the vehicle all around seems unsafe. When there's an available seat, you sense his fear, nudging him cautiously, gesturing him to take the seat. "Sit," and granting he wants to offer it to you instead, Jungkook complies to the demand because he swears he's going to vomit. 

After getting off the public transportation that he vows to never take again, you guide Jungkook through a narrow road, he notices the neighborhood here was more concentrated than the ones in Busan; tightly knitted with homes that stacked on top of one another, side to side, and back to back. People hung their clothes on lines that stretch from apartment to apartment, piles of boxes stored on balconies, and plants resting on the borders with owners sitting idle on their porches, fixated on their hobby of people watching. 

Jungkook is known to be popular to the public, from magazines, gossip TV channels, social media posts, and the types continue on to the point that you couldn’t name them all on your own ten fingers. People don't often recognize him on the streets anymore because he's unrecognizable in regular everyday clothes but today, he learns that you're the celebrity.

The people in their homes say their greetings, making comments here and there as you entertain them with a response back, laughter dispersing in the air. There's an old lady that lounges on the steps of her home, a smile stretched so wide that her eyes disappear, all with a blanket laying across her lap, knitting away. "I haven't seen you around, I assume your mother is having a dinner party for the kids? I see you brought a friend!"

"Something along those lines," you retort indirectly, nose snug into your scarf. "You're not staying indoors? It's cold out."

"My husband keeps the heater on the home too high, I sweat like I'm going through menopause like I’m forty all over again, so I much rather be outside here. Anyways, I don't want to hold you up too long, but please come by for Christmas, I do have a sweater I knitted for you as well!"

Then there's a grandfather, another grandmother, and a couple who seems just a bit older than the two of you, and the list just goes on. Despite the whisper exchanges at the supermarket mentioning that you're intimidating, mean, and scary, it's obvious that you aren't or else you wouldn't be swooning the hearts of these strangers.

But there will always be an exception. Especially when the two of you run into a girl who looks close in age, hair dyed blonde with her lips painted fusion red. He could tell how curvy she was with how tight the winter coat hugs her frame, swaying her hips toward your direction as she eyes you both suspicious. "I see our town loser brought a friend."

"Mm," You nod, attempting your best not to amuse her, or else you’d be pouncing on her back by now. "Jungkook, this is Somin. A classmate of mine when I was in grade school." He bows in politeness, zipping up his jacket further while stepping closer to you. "Nice to meet you, Somin."

"Oh, no!" She gasps, a hand on her chest in exaggeration, completely flabbergasted by something he said. "Don't call me that. I go by Bella, since... you know, I am an American now. Being an American deserves the right name."

"You got your citizenship there?"

"No, but, I spent enough time there to know." She grins, shrugging her shoulders. Spent enough time there—you want to call out on her bullshit yet again, knowing she barely spent a month there before dropping out of school and coming back, but it'd be humiliating to mention that with Jungkook standing by, a stranger that she had only met a mere few seconds ago. "You said Jungkook... Are you perhaps, Jeon Jungkook of the Jeon Corporation?"

You furrow your brows. "How do you even know that?"

"Well, daddy invests in their stocks, of course." Fluttering her lashes, she manages to make her presence known to Jungkook as she moves in his direction. "And I saw his pretty little face in a magazine and couldn't help but admire."

Possessively, your hand slips into his pocket, intertwining your fingers together, causing warmth to creep up his neck and into his cheeks. "Well, great to see you, Somin. Jungkook and I have dinner plans with my parents."

"Whoa, wait, dinner plans?" Somin nearly exclaims, shifting aside to block your way. "Also, it's Bella, get that straight, will you? And why is Jeon Jungkook with you anyway?"

"We're dating," Jungkook interjects, clearing his throat. The words are still unfamiliar on his tongue yet he loves to flaunt them anyway. "I'm her boyfriend." He adds, tightening the grip on your hand as if Somin could see it. Her mouth drops open, unable to grasp onto the fact that you were able to land on a hunk like him. If only she knew how much knowledge of basic life skills he didn't have... actually, she might still have the same perspective. "There's no way. This is fake, right? You realize how rude she is, don't you?"

"No, it’s not fake, and well, kind of," Jungkook admits, scrunching up his nose at the thought. "But it's endearing. Wouldn't be as exciting if she wasn't always trying to banter with me, so I don't think I'd have it any other way. People mistake it for her honesty. I love a woman who can be true to herself and genuine with her words."

Just then, your mother peeks out of the front door of your childhood home, waving her arm eagerly, calling out your name. "Well, that's our cue. Thanks, Somin, for congratulating us on our new relationship. Hope you find someone yourself soon!"

"What—" Somin barely finishes her sentence before you're zooming past her, tugging Jungkook along. 

"I didn't know you had so many enemies," Jungkook says jokingly, a playful smile upon his lips. You roll your eyes before squinting them at him, squeezing his hand hard as he winces. "Now you know how little I care for them, watch out because you might become one."

Upon entering the home, Jungkook observes too many things at once. Your mother is in the kitchen, frantically maneuvering through the junk that your family has hoarded over the years, searching for whatever it is she needs for the task at hand. Your father sits comfortably on the couch, feet on the coffee table with a controller in hand, dozing off with a combination of quiet and loud snores escaping from him. As a family home, Jungkook believes it's small considering that you had mentioned previously that you had two other siblings. To think that your parents are still living in the same home they grew up in is amazing to him, knowing that his parents moved at least five times within his youth while you only stayed in one home.

"Uh, hello," He greets your mom, bowing as she places her hands onto his shoulders, shaking him in excitement. She looks almost like a replica of you, except older and much brighter. "You must be Jungkook! It's so great to meet you, I'm so happy that my daughter found someone. She's known to be a bit... cold, so knowing that you were able to warm her up means that you're definitely special!"

"You make me sound like a bad guy." You hiss before your little sister walks in, in the midst of tying her hair up into a ponytail. She resembled your mother than you did, a delighted expression that matched exactly the one your mother had on. "That's because you are, and any guy who dates you seem to run away once they find out." She halts in her steps when she notices Jungkook's face. "Oh my god, you're that model."

"Model?" Your mother reiterates, glancing back at Jungkook and then your sister. "Yeah, yeah, that model in the new edition of Elle. He was in it—he's listed as one of the 10 most desirable men under 30. No flipping way, how'd you even get him to even date you?" She pauses before pointing at Jungkook with a suspicious look on her face as his eyes widened. "Unless... you need her for something. What's she offering? It can't be her body, she's not sexy... is it her brains? You heard about her—"

"Miyoung." Your mother says sternly, interrupting your sister. "Just because Jungkook is a model, it doesn't mean that your sister is incapable of being loved by a man like that."

"Actually—"

"Oh, hey. You must be the boyfriend." A taller male enters the room, his hair messy and lids hooded from waking up barely minutes before. He's still in his pajamas, a loose grey shirt and red checkered pants, but from the outline of his shirt, Jungkook could tell this guy was built. "I'm Daehyun, also known as their big brother. It's nice to meet you." Jungkook is in awe, hand extending to shake with Daehyun's. He knows he's straight, but even as a straight guy he knows a pretty man when he sees one. 

Jungkook was starting to pick up as to why your exterior was so tough. With a younger sister who didn't have a filter to an incredibly handsome older brother, of course as the middle child you had to protect yourself. "Uh, yeah. And that's my little sister, Miyoung, who basically just attacked me for all of my insecurities within a minute. Thanks, kiddo."

"No problem, Unnie." She grins cheekily, seated on the high stool. "Did mom tell you I was back home from college for the weekend? That's why you're here?"

"Something like that," you respond ominously, hanging up your jacket along with Jungkook’s. Despite her preceding interrogation, she’s chewing on her bottom lip skittishly. "More like she forced me to come. Well, she didn't say anything yet but I felt a guilt trip coming so I just decided that I would come instead."

"Typical," Daehyun scoffs, leaning against the wall beside Miyoung. He sneaks a glimpse into the kitchen where your mother secretly runs back into, resuming in her work. "She's been desperate to get us all back together since the two of you moved out. Remind me again why I'm the only one stuck here?"

"Because you can't find a job." Miyoung and you remind him in unison and he frowns. The interaction between the three of you is crystal clear evidence that you guys are related. "Well, geez, hurt a guy, why don't you? See what I have to deal with, Jungkook?"

With some time left until dinner, the four of you crowd at your small dining table, conversing away about updates in your lives. Miyoung is in University an hour away from home, residing there for an easier commute, and Daehyun stays at home with an ambition to find a job that fits his degree. Daehyun still dates from time to time but he admits that he can’t tend to his needs because well, his mother is a room away, and oddly enough, albeit Miyoung babbles on about other things, she’s silent about her love life. Neither Miyoung and Daehyun are able to hold a steady job, he observes, and he’s starting to pick up as to why you’re so adamant about keeping both of yours. Jungkook learns that everything seems to gravitate toward one of the two phrases from your siblings when it comes to finances and they are: “Mom can handle it,” or “I’m going to let Dad do it so I don’t have to.”

From what Jungkook can gather, your siblings seemed to have different outlooks on life compared to you—they still depended on their parents whilst you were already hunting for opportunities of your own before Miyoung’s age so you didn’t have to ask for money.

“Are you still upset with me about what happened a year ago?” Miyoung finally asks you, chewing on her nails nervously. It seems to be something she’s been holding back from you, Jungkook takes a note of the way her eyes were filled with worry. “Of course,” You reply nonchalantly, leaning back against your seat with your arms crossed. “How could I not be? But you’re my sister, so I can’t actually be mad at you.”

Miyoung begins to tear up— glassy gaze with her bottom lip quivering, in spite of the previous aggressiveness she presented when you first entered the house. Before Miyoung could get another word in, your mom comes in with a guilty expression on her face. She calls your name faintly, a pout upon her lips. “Can you and Jungkook go out and grab me a couple things before dinner?”

Jungkook can’t get the question that Miyoung brings up out of his mind. In the middle of an aisle at another one of his mother’s grocery stores, your lips are pursed in thought at which brand of soy sauce would your mom like more. 

“What was Miyoung going on about?” He eventually asks, but he holds his breath in case you decide to sock him for querying you about something so personal. Strangely enough, you open up. “Miyoung fell in love with my ex. He told me they didn’t do anything but he was in love with her, so we broke up. I thought I was going to settle with him but— guess not.”

Jungkook’s eyes expand like a deer in headlights. “Your little sister is dating your ex-boyfriend? And they were in love with each other during your relationship? I would’ve given her an uppercut if I were you— are you seriously still buying the banana milk she asked for?” He’s trailing behind you as you lead him toward the drinks; your face brightening from the lights from the fridges. How could someone who lost their boyfriend to their little sister seem so put together in the first place? Was this was Hoseok was talking about that your men streak was horrendous? 

“Because she’s my little sister. At the end of the day, I want her to be happy.” Throwing a pack into the cart, Jungkook continues to push it while following you, mind still foggy and angry about the situation. Here you were, with a guy who you’d fallen in love with to the point of considering settling down, then finding out he’s been in love with your sister... he feels like this is all a fever dream and isn’t an ounce real. “You’re fucking with me right?”

You look at him with perplexity. “What do you mean?”

“This sounds crazy. You’re serious? Miyoung stole a guy from you and you’re just going to be the bigger person here and not do anything about it?”

“What am I supposed to do? Throw a tantrum? Get in the way of their relationship that is obviously blossoming in a good way?”

Jungkook pauses. Was this what it was like in another family? Or at least yours?

In comparison, he perceives that within his family, outbursts were everything. Getting attention and being recognized for any wrongdoing was immensely important— he knew that if he stole a girl away from one of his brothers, he wouldn’t make it out of the house alive. His mother, including father, would never forget it. The chattering would be heard through the grapevine amongst the housemaids, drivers, and employees of the company. Even news media outlets would dabble a bit into the family drama, adding fuel to the fire. He could never react the way you did, at least, he hopes he would, but realistically speaking, he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it.

Yet, with you, it seemed simple enough. Sure, your heart was broken, but how were you going to be with someone who didn’t love you back?

“If you love someone, you let them go.” You say calmly when Jungkook doesn’t respond back. “Keeping them around for your benefit doesn’t solve anything. If he wasn’t truly happy with me, I want him to be happier with someone else. And if that person so happens to be with Miyoung, what am I supposed to do?”

“But... you’re not happy.” Jungkook declares with no hesitation. He recalls the time where you felt bad for him for not having the best upbringing, and he’s starting to understand the emotion that ran through you. “I’m happier now,” You concede, placing the last ingredient your mom has on the list for you to purchase, turning your back at Jungkook. “Now that I met you.”

His heart flutters at the comments, and he’s desirous about bringing up the topic of the kiss again. Jungkook resists the urge to because he could tell from the way your silhouette begins to quicken its pace toward the checkout line that you really didn’t want to talk about it. 

When the two of you arrive back at your house, your father is jolted awake. Jungkook greets himself to the elder man who only grins brighter than the sun—something Jungkook is trying to grasp where your grumpiness comes from— and instantaneously directs him to the dinner table where your mom has a ton of side dishes laid out with six place settings for you all.

During the meal, there was nothing but exchanging stories, laughter, and elation that swarms the room. If this was what family meant, Jungkook wanted it. And the more he thinks about it, the more he wants it to be with you.

Nothing is working out for Jungkook.

This week, the pipe in his apartment burst. Something about— it’s winter and when it’s cold, the water freezes within the pipe and it expands the material, causing the pipe itself to burst, he doesn’t quite understand how the whole plumbing system works, but he knows that he can’t use the water in his apartment and has to go to yours and Hoseok’s for the week for a shower until the landlord can get it fixed.

Then, one of the deli guys called off because he apparently had the runs which meant that there was a shift change— Jungkook having to cover since whomever was working that day didn’t have the skills to do it.

Skills? Jungkook curses underneath his breath when he recites that word in his head repeatedly because he cuts his finger on the meat slicer as he winces, calling out your name. Coming to his side, you pull out the first aid kit and force him to sit down on one of the stools, tying elastic on a higher point of his finger to stop the blood from gushing out. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I just... I didn’t need to be put here, right? Someone else could’ve done this, I have no idea how to use a slicer.”

“I know,” You coo, wiping some of the antiseptic on the wound as he whimpers at the sudden sting. “The new shift manager panicked, she wasn’t sure what to do since the guy with the actual food preparation license is going to be here a bit late so she put you here. Not exactly the best plan.” After bandaging him up, you wash your hands underneath the faucet as Jungkook slouches in the seat.

Nothing really was going his way.

It doesn’t even stop there. Unexpectedly, his mother calls for dinner but you’re on shift, therefore you wouldn’t be able to attend. He’s tempted to down a glass of whiskey on ice, his signature drink, but when he opens the cabinet in his kitchen, he falters at the image of your face. Would you be disappointed if you saw what he was doing? And Hoseok? What would he say?

Retracting his hand back, he immediately slams the door shut at the thought of the consequences.

Dinner is the usual at the Jeon residence. Father sits at the end of the dining table, the typical beige cloth napkin spread across on his lap while in his usual work attire, glasses rested on the tip of his nose as he’s ready to dive in with a fork and spoon in hand. Mother is settled beside him, pretty as ever and calm in comparison to the hell that’s going to let loose in a couple minutes. The unknown? Who is going to blow up this time and who will they be comparing themselves to?

The answer? Jongseok and Jungkook.

Jongseok is upset to the point that he articulates every word with spit nearly projecting from his mouth to the opposite side of the room. The vein on his temple is stressed to the point that all Jungkook can think about is when it’s going to pop. “Why are you guys always babying Jungkook? You realize the kid is fucking working at a grocery store right? And not just any grocery store, either, but it’s mother’s chain.”

“Okay?” Father retorts, forehead wrinkling in puzzlement. “Isn’t he trying to prove himself worthwhile? Didn’t he find that job himself, despite it being your mother’s chain? He’s paying for his mistakes, learning basic life skills along the way, and even landed himself a serious girlfriend who can hold his hand through these tough times, since, after all, you’re the one who suggested we cut him off. If I’m being honest, I think we should give him access to our funds again.”

A scoff of incredulity comes from Jongseok. He’s a ticking time bomb in this moment; jaw twitching in frustration with the tips of his ears heated red. Even though he’s the target yet again, Jungkook is sober now, mind clear of the fog and the ability to defend himself for once. “I don’t get it. Why are you even mad at me? I’m trying here, right? You’re the one who wanted me to get cut off so desperately— and congrats, by the way, because I did. I had to find a job myself, one I’m not a fan of, and I’m barely making it by. I lost water in my apartment this week, cut my hand on one of those deli slicers, sprained my ankle on my way to work— and that’s only a portion of my bad week. Yet here I am, sitting at the dinner table with people who claim that they love me when you’re here flipping shit at father. What do you want from me?”

“For your name to be completely off the will.” Jongseok finally says what he has been actually feeling unperturbedly, not an ounce of affection in his tone with a gaze that could pierce through Jungkook. “You have nothing to offer to this family. Why we keep you around— I don’t know. Why should you have any portion of our estate and company assets when all you’re doing right now is working at the supermarket. Tell me, Jungkook, why do you deserve to be part of any of this?”

Jungkook hates how childish he’s being, but he feels like he has the right to. The flickering colorful lights and music booming through the speakers of the club are tuning out the words his brother exclaims at his parents, and the amount of alcohol passing through his lips are numbing the pain that tears through his chest. Your face pops up in his head; your laugh, your smile, and the comfort in the underlying messages through your tough love— he wishes that all of that was enough to heal the sting in his heart and fill the hollowness that his family left.

He doesn’t remember any of these people sitting at this table with him, even though they’re hollering in excitement that “Jungkook is back again!” The girl placing a hand on his chest with his arm around her shoulder isn’t you, but he knows that if it was, you’d be so displeased at how wasted he is. Honestly, this feels wrong. Nothing sits right in his stomach and when another pretty gal with her dress hiked up to the point he could see her thong from where he’s on the couch, he’s not even attracted to her. All he could think about was you, and that scowl on your face when he tells you about this night. He could hide it from you but he’s not going to lie to himself— if he wanted to improve for the better, it meant being straightforward and authentic. Jungkook came here to let loose because the events that occurred at the estate tonight was something he wants to forget.

Turning to the girl beside him, his eyes are hooded and vision is blurry when he asks, “What’s your name again?”

When her rosy plump lips open, she says her name but the voice that comes out of it is deep and oddly familiar. “Hyeri?” Why does she say it like a question, and why is her voice so low? Just then, a hand clenches the fabric of his shirt, pulling him up and he meets the proprietor of the response. Hoseok.

Hoseok drags Jungkook’s weak and frail frame out into the alleyway behind the club, fuming to the point that smoke could’ve been whistling out of his ears. “What the fuck are you doing here? And with Hyeri, of all people! I thought I told you to stop fucking around, dude! I-I thought you knew how much she means to me. Out of the people I’ve partied with— you were my actual friend.” He clenches his jaw before Jungkook could even answer, a fist tightening in his hand. “You’re such a fuck up, Jungkook. So much for a friend.” 

Then everything blacks out.

His entire body hurts. His head is pounding, he can barely open one of his eyes, and his legs are so sore he can hardly shift on the bed— on a bed? He doesn’t have a bed. He has a futon but not a bed. Startled, he attempts to sit up against the bed frame, the other eye opening to skim through the room. 

He’s never been in your bedroom before, but the pictures of you graduating college hanging on the corkboard above your desk, concert tickets, Polaroids, and holiday cards thumbtacked beside them is all the evidence he needs to know it’s yours. Jungkook wants a closer look at them, he can scarcely make out the cute little smile on your face with your family in attendance in the picture, but when he puts weight onto his arms, he groans. Seconds later, you’re bursting through the door, out of breath and worry in your eyes. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” Voice hoarse, he realizes how dry his throat is and you lean over to the bedside table to hand him the glass of water you had there originally. “Don’t move, idiot. You’re actually really torn up if you didn’t feel it with all that alcohol in your system.” Inviting yourself onto the foot of the bed, Jungkook frowns after he finishes the entire glass, much more dehydrated than he initially thought. “Trust me, it’s gone now. I feel every ounce of pain. What happened? I blacked out.”

“No shit,” you retort harshly, rolling your eyes at him. “You were drunk as hell, but you didn’t black out from that. Hoseok saw you getting all cozy with Hyeri and knocked the shit out of you. What happened, Jungkook? Why were you there in the first place? Did something happen?”

Reading the expression on your face, he fears for the worse but he doesn’t see any hint of dissatisfaction anywhere. There’s no anger, no resentment, no frustration— none of that. Just curiosity smeared across, genuinely worried about his well-being. “Are you upset that you found out I was there?”

“I was mad that Hoseok called me to come grab you, at first, so kind of, yeah. But if you’re trying to figure out if I’m disappointed in you, then no, I’m not. Old habits are hard to kill, so I understand that you’re trying to cope with something. I just want to know why you were there in the first place and why were you getting all lovey dovey with Hyeri—“

“I wasn’t getting lovey-dovey with Hyeri,” Jungkook exasperates, head falling back against the headboard, closing his eyes shut, interrupting before you lead the conversation into a lecture. “She was just some girl that sat down and claimed a spot next to me. I didn’t even know she was Hoseok’s girl.” There’s a pregnant pause in his explanation, and you don’t break off his train of thought. “I... I went because Jongseok called me useless tonight, yet again. It didn’t bother me as much as it did before, you know, before I met you, and it’s probably because I wasn’t intoxicated or the fact that I’m actually trying now and he still thinks I’m useless. He wants me out of the will.”

“He’s jealous that he’s the problematic child now, not you.” Making your way up the bed, you’re seated on top of the covers, settled adjacent to Jungkook. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re way more useful than you had been initially. I usually do the dishes at my parents’ house, mostly because I’m the middle child, but you did it for me instead. I consider that a huge accomplishment from who you were before.”

As much as he hates to admit how warm and fuzzy he feels inside just from that small achievement, it’s a resemblance of the time when he was younger and won an award for being most creative in his kindergarten class. How are you able to lift up his mood so easily by just saying a few words?

“I… is Hoseok really pissed?”

“A bit,” you reply sincerely and apologetically, even though none of this had been your fault. “He’s been in love with her even before I met him. She was all he could talk about, and I guess she finally gave him a shot, only to drop him a month later. I don’t know much about her, but I know she’s a gold digger from the stories he shared.”

Jungkooks face drops when his gaze meets yours. “Have you ever told him that?” You laugh—the melody that practically heals his wounds on the spot. “No, are you crazy? He’s blinded by love, Jeon, and any interference with that, I’m done for, probably cut out entirely from his life. Have you never been in love before?” 

He wants to say that he hasn’t, not until he met you, but you continue without expecting a response from him anyway. “Well, that’s just how he is. You could tell him a billion times that this girl isn’t for him but he’s never going to care about what I say until something actually happens.”

“I really care about Hoseok, though, and I want the best for him.” His doe-brown eyes are glossy, full of cherish for his friend. “And he cares for you too, Jeon. Just give him some time.” Quickly, Jungkook twists away, gaze avoiding yours as he clears his throat a couple times.

“Are you... okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” He says, choking up on his own words. “Hurts a little. Hoseok is strong.”

You furrow your brows. “Hey, look at me.” He doesn’t react. “Jeon,”

“Can... you give me some space?” 

Pulling your lips into a straight line, you contemplate whether or not to listen to his words or go against him. He’s been living in a home full of people yet still feeling alone, with no one to listen to his perspective on things. Maybe it’s time you change that.

Abruptly, you swing your leg over his thighs, hands cupping his cheeks just like you did that fateful night. He swore his heart stopped beating. “What are you—” There’s tears brimming in his eyes, you realize, with some escaping, trailing down his cheek. He sniffles. “You’re crying?” You’re stating the obvious, yet somehow it comes out as a question. “Don’t cry. Why are you crying?”

“I’ve never had a friend love me before, a friend who actually liked me for me and only wanted to spend time with me because of who I was, not who my family was. Did I really fuck up with Hoseok?” You frown, thumb rubbing against his cheek to wipe away his tears. Truthfully, you never really knew how to react when someone fell apart like this, but with Jungkook, it felt natural, the comforting. It might’ve been the sunlight peering through the windows of your room that made everything toasty, thawing out your cold heart, or it was just Jungkook. “Maybe. But I doubt he wouldn’t give you a chance to explain yourself though. I mean, yeah, you’re bruised all over because he really beat you up... but, I’m sure this evens things out. Plus, I’m your friend and I love you too.”

He sighs, shoulders plunging with his hands creeping up to your waist unconsciously, tenderly steering you to sit on his thighs. Swallowing at the feeling of his body flattened against yours, you’re attempting to shake your head from the dirty thoughts. Jungkook feels at ease, detecting the words come from your mouth, yet he wants more. He craves for more, especially since that night in Busan and he isn’t sure he can hold himself back anymore.

“I... What happened that night in Busan?” Lifting your weight off him, he only stops you by putting down more pressure to stop your escape. Despite being in an awful lot of pain, he still manages to overpower you in strength. “Please don’t avoid this. If Jongseok didn’t come to our door that night, it would’ve led to something more. I want to know, please, what does it mean?” Cheeks burning, you stare at the wooden headboard behind him, except Jungkook knows your next steps before you do because his finger is already on your chin, guiding your view back onto him. He doesn’t need to say anything because the look he gives you says it all, tell me.

“Okay, okay,” You cringe, the idea of talking about this makes your stomach feel queasy and want to recoil in dread. “White flag. I’ll talk.”

“Enough of this white flag nonsense, just tell me.”

Belatedly gathering enough courage, you spill. Although your heart feels like it’s jumping through hoops from suspense, you realize that you can’t hold yourself back any longer anyway. “I’m... attracted to you, alright? I mean, I’m not sure how I feel about you 100% emotionally, because I still feel like we’re on different pages here, but I feel like I kind of like you? If this goes any further, I wouldn’t necessarily be opposed to it.”

That’s... it? Admittedly so, Jungkook was hoping for more of a confession, something along the lines of, ‘I really like you, Jungkook’ but he’d have to settle for this. This was definitely a step closer to where he wants to be. “So... you’d date me, that is. There’s still an opening somewhere.”

“I-I mean, I guess so... why?”

“Because well, I can’t stop thinking about that night, and I know that for sure that I like you.” He discloses. “And if there’s even a bit of an opening, I want a shot at it.”

You scoff. “With me? You want an actual shot with me? After spending time with my family, you want to still try to swoon me?” There’s a smile tugging on Jungkook’s lips; there’s a blackish-bluish bruise underneath his eye, the side of his lips red and blotchy and the entirety of his body is either swollen or bruised, and yet, he still endures the pain to be beaming brighter than the stars. “Of course, you met my family, right? Yours is nothing complicated in comparison... well, maybe your sister. But for once, I feel like I belong here, with you, I feel like I’m home. So, will you give me a chance to win you over?”

“Don’t you think you’re rushing this whole thing? This... you thinking you like me kind of thing.”

“Are you going to keep wasting your time?” He blurts, a hint of annoyance in his tone. “You wasted how long with some guy only for him to ditch you for your sister. What about your happiness, and what you want? None of this is fair to you. What if I could possibly give that to you, that happiness? Would you actually give me a chance?”

Sincerely, you didn’t know what the relationship with Jungkook held and what it would mean in the future. But what he asserts is right with the things he repeats in Busan about being selfish for once replays in your head again, and you finally decide to take a shot at it.

Was it the high of saying ‘yes, okay’ to Jungkook or the painkillers he took earlier because when your lips meet with his, he feels like he’s floating in mid-air. Your tongue is wet and soft when it fights with his, and when his hands on your waist pull you in closer, the bulge in his pants isn’t discreet, raging for attention, twitching against your thigh while your fingers knots through his hair tightens in response to your bottom lip suddenly tucked in between his teeth. The room feels steaming hot, especially when your hips start to move against his, emitting a groan from him as hand trails down to your ass to give it a harsh squeeze in consequence. His jeans from last night are still on and they’re straining in his crotch uncomfortably.

This is escalating so fast—just as quickly as his heart is beating in his chest, almost popping out of his chest cavity. Your natural scent is intoxicating, clouding up his mind to the point that he doesn’t think he needs the alcohol to forget the pain his family has caused him anymore, because you’re mending the pieces of him together. Your hands trail down to his neck, tugging him closer before they wander down to his biceps, giving him a gentle squeeze that releases a wince from him. 

Just as abrupt as the kiss, you pull away with a concerned and panic expression, with your mouth open in aghast. “Oh my god— I forgot you were still injured—” As you’re trying to move back, you stumble on his legs and collapse onto the floor.

“What— hey, are you okay?” He says, breathless as he leans over to check on you sprawled on the floor. Swiftly hopping back on your feet, he observes you clearly with your hair disheveled, cheeks tinted pink, and swollen lips. There’s a look of achievement on his face from the sight of a disoriented you. “Uh, um, yeah. I-I’m good,” Flustered, you push a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m... I’m going to get dinner ready for the both of us, uh, I’m going to leave you to it,” you’re awkwardly gesturing his crotch before rushing out the room and slamming the door shut.

He can only laugh at your reaction. At least his week wasn’t that bad after that kiss, right?

Jungkook stirs awake from the sound of chatter in the living room, voices familiar that he can associate them as yours and Hoseok’s. Unexpectedly, he sounds melancholic, the muffled sounds from your walls, almost to the point of whimpering mixed with your soft assuring words. He figures he should get a closer perspective of this, maybe enough where he can make out what the two of you are conversing about.

He’s not far off from shrieking when he angles his leg too far, but he bites his bottom lip in prevention of any sound, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the torment. Careful, he reiterates like a mantra in his head, chanting it until it’s engraved in his brain. When he reaches the door, he opens it slowly and just barely, to peek out and see the scene unfold before him.

“She told me that they didn’t do anything,” Hoseok exclaims, face in his hands as his elbows are resting on his knees. “That she chose to be there, and Jungkook was just lounging on the couch. That if anything, she wanted him to fuck her. Isn’t that ridiculous? How could she say that?”

You’re seated on the armrest of the loveseat, hand rubbing against Hoseok’s back soothingly. “I know, Hobi, I know. You might’ve been the right one for her, but at the end, she wasn’t the right one for you.”

“I could’ve changed,” He emphasizes, spinning his gaze to meet yours. His eyes are crimson and swollen from his tears, restlessness fills in those orbs. “I love her so much.”

“Well, and you love Jungkook. He’s in the other room, beat up and crying because he thought he lost you. He didn’t do anything wrong and you tore him to shreds! Earlier when we were making—“ You pause, clearing your throat when you realize where you were leading the conversation, Hoseok raising a brow in confusion at the action. “Earlier, I mean, I went to check on him and he was whining in pain. You really hurt him, Hoseok, and not just physically either. He’s both hurt emotionally and physically.”

He frowns. “I mean, I guess... I guess it wasn’t his fault.”

“There’s no guessing, idiot. It wasn’t. He was honestly too wasted to even realize that she was sitting beside him. Poor kid reeked of alcohol that I almost made him sleep on the porch. But he would’ve gotten robbed so... I let him stay in my room and I slept on the couch.” Jungkook glowers at the thought of you struggling to find comfort on the small sofa, wishing you would’ve chosen to sleep by him instead.

“Can I... talk to him?” Hoseok finally asks, looking down at his hands in embarrassment. His knuckles were red, contused from the one-sided fight he had with Jungkook the night before. “I fucked up, and I’m sure he thinks that he really fucked up.”

You hum for a moment before an idea pops into mind. “How about... you go out and get takeout? I’ll check on him, prep him for your appearance, and then you guys can hash it out?”

You don’t take no for an answer, pushing Hoseok out the door shortly, and a soft smile tugs on the edges of Jungkook’s lips before he lightly shuts the door and tip toes back into bed, pretending to be deep in slumber.

When you come into the room afterwards with a wet rag in hand and a bucket of warm water, his heart swells. Patting the towel against his wounds while seated at the edge of the bed, he hastily has a hand wrapped around your wrist, shocking you in the midst of your activity. “Oh— you’re awake?” He gingerly kisses the palm of your hand, heat clogging your face . “Yeah. And, thank you. For everything. I owe you a lot.”

“I—uh, maybe you’ll reciprocate this for me as well, one day?” You respond dubiously. “But... you also might not know how to do it so—“

“Are you still trying to make jabs at me after I made such a sweet comment?”

“Well, I’m just being honest, do you even know how to take care of another person?” You shoot back. “You couldn’t even get yourself back home, I had to be called and drag you back here myself, and my god, you’re heavy—“ He hauls your arm closer, dragging you along with it until your nose is inches away from his. “Can I kiss you again? I miss the way your lips feel with mine.” Even when he says the words in a volume that’s barely a whisper, his breath fans against your skin harshly, causing goosebumps to crawl up your spine.

The door pounds shut and before you can tear away from Jungkook’s hold, Hoseok is already standing in the threshold of the bedroom, mouth wide open in shock before it immediately fades into a mischievous grin. “What did I tell you, Kook? Which one was it first? You or her?”

[nevermindirah]

I finally watched The Angel, the Marwan Kenzari movie where he plays a real-life hero to both Egypt and Israel in the 1970s, and... I really liked it?

The only time Palestinians appear in this movie is as villains who are trying to kill civilians on an El Al flight, big yikes. There’s a voiceover with maps sequence that extremely glosses over what it meant on the ground for Palestinians who were living under Israeli martial law from 1948-1967 and then second-class citizenship inside Israel’s 1967 borders and occupation in the captured West Bank, Gaza, and East Jerusalem from 1967 to right now this very moment.

But as a close-up story about a flawed individual who does some really stupid and selfish things and also some extremely clever and selfless things? A+. I cried. This flawed jackass who shouts and throws things around his extremely patient wife and child gives up a chance to make things right with his wife and child, which he desperately wants, in order to keep them safe from a mission that probably saved millions of lives — damn.

One of my favorite moments in the movie was when Marwan Kenzari’s character and his Israeli spy contact met at a British club that doesn’t allow Arabs or Jews. A bunch of old white British men side-eye them and Marwan’s character is privileged enough to get away with being there anyway and it’s a beautiful little moment of acknowledging who the real enemy is.

Another of my favorite moments is when Marwan’s character tells the Israelis to just fucking give back the Sinai. Just give the land back! And also his recommendation to the Egyptians: Just fucking negotiate! This doesn’t have to be a war!

The side-by-side shots of Marwan’s character and the Mossad agent spending time with their families felt a lot less heavy-handed than some other “we’re all the same under our ethnic/religious/national affiliations” shit I’ve seen. I really liked how these characters had a connection but never became ~friends~ or any unrealistic bullshit like that.

This is a vastly less objectionable movie than The Red Sea Diving Resort, where Chris Evans looks fucking gorgeous while being a shitty white savior and talking over a bunch of Ethiopian Jews, and a much more fun movie to watch than Operation Finale, where Oscar Isaac is valid as hell for capturing one of the worst pieces of shit responsible for the Holocaust but where the gender politics as well as the Israel-Palestine stuff are messy as hell. Marwan Kenzari can wear the fuck out of a leather jacket and his beautiful face is free of any kind of unfortunate ‘70s mustache, baruch Hashem.

Below the cut is a lil continued rant about the Israel-Palestine politics of this movie, but bottom line, 7/10, Marwan looks great and the politics aren’t the worst and the story itself is well-told, nicely done Netflix, now someone please cast Marwan as the leading man in EVERY MOVIE FOR THE REST OF TIME please and thanks!

If you already believe that Jews have a right to exist but a country with a Jewish demographic majority and/or legal stratification where Jews have more rights than non-Jews is a bad idea both for Jews and for everybody else, this movie’s politics are fine I guess. But hearing “the Zionist entity” over and over can feel antisemitic if you associate Zionism with Jewish safety, and hearing it from Egyptian and Libyan and Palestinian characters but not European or US characters can feed into the real-life Islamophobic construction of Arabs and Jews as somehow eternal enemies, when in fact a lot of people are Arab Jews, and Western powers set up Israel to fill the classic Jews-as-middle-agent role as a buffer European settler colonial state in the middle of the Arab world where lots of Jews had lived in relative peace and freedom for centuries before Zionism. Roughly equal numbers of Israeli Jews are descended from Europe or from North Africa and Western and Central Asia, but the majority of political leaders in Israel are descended from European Jews and racism against non-European Jews in Israel is an extremely serious problem, I’m not trying to start a fight about Zionism in this post about a Marwan Kenzari movie but I’m prepared to defend my assertion that Israel is a European settler colonial project if I have to. Both Jews and Palestinians deserve better than this shit.

[tomshufflepuff]

you literally said that someone calling someone else conservative is an insult. and you get so riled up when I call your beliefs a mental problem. most liberals tend to be hypocritical snowflakes. Trump has done more in his short time as president than Obama did in his 2 terms.

okay and? Lmao I didn’t say it was a mental disorder. It can be an insult in my opinion if it’s by match the actual 100% conservative that don’t believe in equal rights for everyone (don’t fight me on this lmao most conservatives don’t like the LGBTQ community and are very traditional and don’t support women’s rights). I got all “riled” up because what you said is bullshit and disgusting. And nah you’re not right about Trump doing more. If you mean saying more offensive things then yes you are correct. Sorry I don’t know how you can support someone who calls Africa a “shithole country” and insults the CONTINENT’s people, but welcomed white immigrants from Norway? (His wife is an immigrant and doesn’t have US citizenship just an fyi) and someone who categorizes Mexicans as rapists and blaming them for the drug and job problems in this country.Let’s look at what good things Obama did:1) He rescued the country from the Great Recession, cutting the unemployment rate from 10% to 4.7% in 6 years2) He signed the Affordable Care Act which provides health insurance to over 20 million uninsured Americans3) Ordered for the capture and killing of Osama Bin Laden4) Passed the $787 billion America Recovery and Reinvestment Act to spur economic growth during the Great Recession5) Supported the LGBT community’s fight for marriage equality7) Commuted the sentences of nearly 1200 drug offenders to reverse “unjust and outdated prison sentences”8) Saved the U.S. auto industry9) Helped put the U.S. ontrack for energy independence by 202010) Began the drawdown of troops in Afghanistan 11) Signed the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals allowing as many as 5 million people living in the U.S. illegally to avoid deportation and receive work permits12) Signed the Dodd-Frank Wall Street Reform and Consumer Protection Act to re-regulate the financial sector13) Dropped the veteran homeless rate by 50 percent14) Reversed Bush-era torture policies15) Began the process of normalizing relations with Cuba16) Increased Department of Veteran Affairs funding17) Signed the Credit Card Accountability, Responsibility, and Disclosure Act18) Boosted fuel efficiency standards for cars19) Improved school nutrition with the Healthy Hunger-Free Kids Act20) Repealed the military’s “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy (which is honestly one of my favorite things he’s done)21) Signed the Hate Crimes Prevention Act, making it a federal crime to assault anyone based on sexual or gender identification (something our country desperately needed)22) Helped negotiate the landmark Iran Nuclear Deal23) He signed the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act to combat pay discrimination against women (he a feminist lmao don’t fight me. Another thing he did that’s one of my favorites)24) Nominated Sonia Sotomayor to the Supreme Court, making her the first Hispanic ever to serve as a justice25) Supported veterans through a $78 billion tuition assistance GI bill26) Won the Nobel Peace Prize in 2009 “for his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples”27) Launched My Brother’s Keeper, a White House initiative designed to help young minorities achieve their full potential (again, he believes in equality FOR ALL)28) Expanded embryonic stem cell research leading to groundbreaking work in areas including spinal injury treatment and cancersooooo should I go on orrrrr 🤷‍♀️🤔And the things Trump has done for this country can be debated on if it’s actually good.He wants to be allies with Russian and North Korea. North Korea has gone back on MANY promises in the past to not attack using military weapons. Russia, well Putin was a spy and now he’s president and he’s involved with multiple dangerous people.He pulled out on the Paris Climate convention which says the US will not be participating with other major countries in trying to stop global warming. Oh and he said global warming isn’t real.He said his inauguration crowd was larger than Obama’s (lmao it wasn’t.)He accused Obama of wiretapping him, which Obama never did.He kinda confessed on Twitter that that Trump tower meeting with DJ jr. was to get “dirt” on Hilary. Keep in mind that he lied about it many times. He supports Roseanne Barr who is a known anti Jewish and a racist.He called Mexicans, “rapists” and said they were bringing drugs and crime into this country. Not knowing that there’s more white American citizens who have been prosecuted for rape. He blames immigrants on everything, including “stealing jobs”. No okay lmao first of all, no one is “stealing” any jobs. The employer is often going to hire the employee who is a better worker. So stop complaining like a little bitch saying a Mexican stoke your job and start working on becoming a harder and better worker. Plus another reason why more immigrants are being hired is because a lot of them don’t have much money after coming here from Mexico. And they are willing to work for anything to be able to have enough money to provide for their families. The American employer sees that and doesn’t give them a fare pay because they know the immigrant will work for anything. So they take advantage and lower the pay for that employee so they can keep the money for themselves.He also body shames women and treats them as if they were objects. He hates NATO because okay lesson time, NATO was put together because of the Soviet Union’s (Russia) rose to power during the Cold War and were taking over many nearby cities and torturing people. So some countries in Europe and and the Americas established NATO as an alliance to fight against the Soviet if they ever rise to power like that again. And you know why Trump pulled out of it? Because he’s friends with Putin and doesn’t want to be in an alliance against him.He also wants DACA gone because it protects immigrants. Not knowing that you can’t get a DACA if you have a criminal record of any kind.Says he loves all of the dreamers yet he’s very racist and unfair to the majority of the dreamers in this country (Latinos and Latinas).Promotes a “Space Force” lmao what even is that the next Star Wars movie.He wants abortion and birth control gone and his excuses is because of his religion (along with Mike Pence) and they wanna get rid of Planned Parenthood just because they give abortions. Planned Parenthood does get government funding, but that funding does not go to abortions, just basic medical help to new moms. My mom went to planned parenthood, she obviously didn’t get an abortion 😂And recently, Trump locks children in actual cages in support of Jeff Session’s “no tolerance policy” saying that if you come into this country illegally, they’re gonna rip your children away from you. Not only that, but they didn’t even bother to keep track of children in any way and many children are still separated from their parents. And Sessions quotes a bible verse while speaking about the policy. Yet Trump supporters who call themselves Christians ignore this one bible verse, “When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat them. The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself for you were foreigners in Egypt. For I am the LORD your GOD.” Hmmmm 🤔Also, there’s this thing called Separation of Church and State that was mentioned by one of the founding fathers, Thomas Jefferson, going into detail about the First Amendment in the Establishment Clause and Free Exercise of the First Amendment. So he really shouldn’t use a bible verse to back up his shit. Along with Pence and Trump using their religious beliefs to cancel abortions.

But I do not agree with everything Obama did. He did do some, well not so good, well bad things too. So I do acknowledge that Obama isn’t all perfect. And I’m pointing out a lot of bad things Trump has done because those are the major key points. He hasn’t really done anything good for this country, or our allies. And he’s not a good leader by being racist and sexist.

[rauthschild]

We are taught from the cradle to think in terms of opposites.  We naturally think that if there is a Bad Guy in a situation, there is also a Good Guy.  

 But what happens when two Bad Guys --- or in this case, two gangs of mercenaries --- get together and collude to bilk the only Good Guy in the room?  

This is exactly what happened in this country in 1937.  

We had had two gangs of mercenaries preying upon us and fighting each other for the privilege of preying upon us ever since the Civil War, but in 1937, they got together and signed The Declaration of Interdependence of the Governments in The United States ---- and decided to work together in the common cause of bilking the General Public.  

When they combined their efforts they were able to play endless gambits, double dipping, triple dipping, foisting off mortgages, using public infrastructure as collateral backing their debts, using the labor of the people of this county as collateral backing their debts, using the homes and land and businesses of the people as collateral backing their debts.  

They were able to do this by each group setting up "franchises" for themselves.  

The British Territorial Government created doppelganger British Persons --- Legal Fiction Persons--- to mirror every living Autochthonous American. They simply seized upon our lawful Autochthonous Family Names and Trademarks without our knowledge or consent, and used them instead as the names of British Franchisees.  These "Franchise Persons" were all Subjects of the Queen and subject to her foreign corporate statutory laws.  

The Municipal Government paid the Queen to rent these British Persons and created a whole bunch of Municipal Corporation Franchises "in their names" ---- which are actually our names----and they created Cestui Que Vie Trusts and Public Transmitting Utilities and all sorts of Special Purpose Vehicles named after us, and ran them as corporations benefiting themselves. 

Autochthonous Americans, of course, were never told a word about any of these cozy arrangements, and understandably mistook bills and other correspondences addressed to these British Persons and Municipal PERSONS as correspondence addressed to them.  

The crooks then said to themselves, ah, they accepted the correspondence, so they must be agreeing to adopt British Territorial Citizenship!  And they must be agreeing to adopt Municipal citizenship, too!   --- All without required disclosure, or any meeting of the minds at all.  

Both groups of Mercenaries were very happy, and settled in to play "Both Ends Against the Middle"  --- with Joe Q. Public in the middle.  

This continued unabated until 1998 when the confused and irritated Autochthonous Americans began waking up and questioning the whole situation.  How did our Employees become our Masters?  Why aren't our Constitutional Guarantees being honored?  How come our property is mortgaged?  Who or what died and left me with the bill?  How and when did I agree to pay a mortgage for something or someone else?  Why is the IRS chasing after me, claiming that I received "Federal Income"? 

It's all BullShit.  It's all a Con Game.  It's all garden variety fraud based on similar names deceit, but it hasn't been addressed as a crime, because those committing the crimes are the ones responsible for preventing it from happening in the first place. 

The Perps, including the members of the Bar Associations, just made-up imaginary persons named after Autochthonous Americans, and charged all their debts off against those imaginary persons, leaving the Autochthonous American victims to pay for it.

Now that this has been fully discovered and exposed and recognized for the fraud that it is, the two gangs of Mercenaries are playing Good Cop, Bad Cop.  

The British Territorial Government is prosecuting the Municipal Government and taking over Municipal Corporations, under the pretense that, OMG!  We never read their Constitution (or ours) and didn't know that the Municipal Government wasn't allowed outside the District of Columbia!  

Why, how did that happen?  

This is more or less being hailed as a step in the right direction, because we get shed of one layer of mercenary menace and nuisance---- and cost; but, what about the remaining British Territorial mercenaries?  

While they are busily prosecuting and in some cases hanging presumed-to-be Municipal citizens and having a field day evicting Municipal PERSONS (and still not bothering to spare the Autochthonous American Principals those PERSONS were named after) ---- we haven't lost sight of the fact that none of this could have happened without collusion between the British Territorial and Vatican Municipal Governments against their Autochthonous Employers and against the Public Interest and against the “original” Constitutions.  

Oh, no, we've got a full-on nose of it.  

We know that the British Territorial Government failed us, Big Time, for a hundred and sixty years.  It was our Generals, especially Ulysses S. Grant and William Tecumseh Sherman, and Salmon P. Chase, who was a banker and Chief Justice under Lincoln, and William Henry Seward, Secretary of State under Lincoln, who got that ball rolling.  

They figured, as many Bar Attorneys do to this day, that they would have more power and be able to extract more money from the Public if they were able to use the coercive powers of the British Territorial Government and the statutory and administrative "laws" they made up for themselves, instead of adhering to the Public Law and the Law of the Land.  

There's just one big problem for all of them.  Those men committed secretive treason back in 1865, and every Officer since then has, whether they knew it or not, done the same by not taking action to return the purloined power back to the Autochthonous States and Autochthonous people.  

We have spelled out the history and the Who is Who, and we are making it explicitly clear that the Joint Chiefs owe their duty to “The United States of North America, in the Family of Nations,” and to the Autochthonous American Nation-States and people, not to themselves and their own self-interest, not to foreign Principals engaged in Gross Breach of Trust and violation of their commercial contracts. 

Notice to Agents is Notice to Principals; Notice to Principals is Notice to Agents. 

Our Autochthonous Nation-States are in Session and the Duty of the Joint Chiefs of Staff is to assist us in restoring the de jure sovereign civilian government to full function.   

The British Territorial Government can start by recognizing the fact that most mortgages in this country have been created under conditions of non-disclosure and fraud, and by holding the Autochthonous American Principals harmless in all foreclosure actions.  

Leave the Autochthonous Americans in their homes and on their farms and in charge of their businesses regardless of whether or not they have a Social Security Number/Account attached to a NAME.  

Nobody was ever given full disclosure when entering into any History Class in this country, much less when receiving a loan of their own credit from a dishonest bank, or signing up for a Federal pension program when they were told to do so by undeclared Foreign Agents acting under color of law. 

Release funds owed to our Autochthonous American Government so that we can proceed with what we need to get done in terms of organizing and educating Autochthonous Americans and providing services to the Public as we go forward.  

We also wish to reiterate that this country has a treaty with Russia which Russia has always honored, ever since 1858.  Nobody is authorized to violate any iota of that treaty of peace and mutual support, same goes for the Philippines Treaties dating back to the 1700s.  

We hereby Order the Joint Chiefs to stand down all military preparations aimed at action in Asia Pacific and Europe and also Order the Joint Chiefs to prepare instead to vacate occupation of those countries which have been under their foreign corporate military occupation since 1945.  

If the Joint Chiefs had been following their proper Chain of Command and doing their jobs correctly, there wouldn't be a war in the Ukraine right now.  No mercenary interest of any kind will persuade us to add any fuel to that fire and there'd better not be any False Flag events ginned up by any contractors or Agents, either.  

The published rate of recoupment for damages for every Autochthonous American life lost is one (1) trillion dollars per Autochthonous American killed, maimed, or incapacitated in any way.  The Principals and their Central Banks will be charged. 

We desire no confusion whatsoever between USNA and similarly named foreign corporations acting as commercial mercenary organizations and if there is any such confusion, we shall hold those corporations and their officers 100% individually and commercially liable.  

No Autochthonous Americans are to be conscripted under force of any foreign Selective Service Act.  No equipment funded by Autochthonous Americans is to be used to attack any other nation.  Read your contract. 

The Joint Chiefs of Staff are tasked with defending The United States of North America, in the Family of Nations, including its borders.  They are not tasked with occupying foreign countries for 77 years, using petty legalistic excuses to evade clearly stated Duties and Obligations, or otherwise engaging in commercial and political activities. 

It is our understanding that Admiralty Law is being invoked throughout the Insular States and Possessions as a means to deal with the rampant criminality that has been unleashed by the corporations responsible for these acts of fraud, human trafficking, and treason against USNA and its people.  

Do what you have to do.  Take them out on the High Seas, if need be---- but remember your Oath and Duty to these Autochthonous States and people.  

We are not gone, not missing, not absent, not in interregnum, and not happy with the things that have been done and created in our names.  Every single one of us is owed every jot of the “original” Federal Constitution and everyone who claims and publishes their political status as an Autochthonous American is grandfathered-in to receive those guarantees. 

Our Autochthonous Nation-States of the Union have issued a Peace Treaty and International Peace Proclamation officially ending the so-called domestic American Civil War, so that excuse for continuing presumptions of warfare on our shores-- and vacuous false claims pertaining to the political status of babies purportedly abandoned on any battlefield here ----is at an end. 

[love-life-and-punk-rock]

What I believe in.

I’m a centrist. I struggle to choose what I am really. On some days I I’d say I would be a right winged liberal or on other days I would say I’d just be a conservative. But now I’ve decided to stay as a centrist. However my views change over years. Seeing how things have been going lately I’ve really hate to say it but…these SJW’s are really tearing this country apart. It’s gone to a point where we are looking at the 1960s but worse. I have never seen a nation so divided thanks to this social justice bull crap. It’s he main reason why trump won. People are sick of seeing this constant flow of riots and protests all over the United States. Not only that people are tired that this ‘snowflake’ mentality it shoved down our throats. I don’t speak on behave of anyone but myself and here’s what I want. To bring us together. Whites, blacks, asians, Latino, etc. the 80s was a great example. Hands across America, live aid, etc. it was an era of peace. We saw the Cold War end in 1985 and a few 6-7 years later the collapse of the Berlin Wall and the Soviet Union spilt apart. So what went wrong in our time? Social justice. The main reason why we can’t get along. The snowflake mindset plays in where we are forced to use these made up pronouns, make up new genders, have white people the enemy, and the ‘holy wars’. What’s the holy wars? Basically where religion plays in to cause wars. Islam being the main cause. Megadeth actually predicted this back in the 90s. ‘Brother will kill brother Spilling blood across the land Killing for religion Something I don’t understand Fools like me, who cross the sea And come to foreign lands Ask the sheep, for their beliefs Do you kill on God’s command? A country that’s divided Surely will not stand My past erased, no more disgrace No foolish naive stand’ It’s the hard truth that we live in. People struggle to trust muslims because of what’s going on in the Middle East. I don’t blame them. Honestly what’s going on in Europe is bad with the refugees. It’s also causing the rise of nationalism in Europe. A strong following because of how open minded their country has become that the country losses focus on itself. Anyways besides all of that I have a huge hatred for modern day feminism. Not Early first wave or second wave feminism. Modern day feminism. Why? Look at how much has been accomplished by feminism in its early stages. Woman are able to vote, woman are out of the house and have the ability to do what they want without a mans consent, and they can have equal pay (if they pick the right jobs). Now what’s the issue with modern day feminism? It’s caused division. It hasn’t accomplished anything but cause more and more division. Men are now this figure of oppression in which a simple glance or stare at a woman can make you a rapist. In fact it’s one of the more sensitive bullshit I have seen. Feminist have gone and tried to ban the word bossy. Why? Because apparently it hurts their feelings. Well tough luck. Men get their feelings hurt half the time and I don’t see them out naked in their underwear protesting about 'rape culture’. I just absolutely hate what feminism has become. Dear feminists, stop complaining about what’s happening in this country and focus on the outside world. Look at the Middle East! Woman are killed for disobeying a man. Look at South America. Mostly Mexico. Men are still seen as a dominant figure where the woman must trust their lives with men. My mother who is from Mexico actually doesn’t know what feminism is. It’s not because they don’t care about woman’s rights, it’s because they don’t press their focus on woman’s Rights at the moment. They look more towards focusing on family, work, staying alive, etc. in fact Mexico is pretty damn dangerous if you’re a young woman. You’re more likely to get raped, killed, and kidnapped in that country. I’m still confused how that country isn’t campaigning about woman’s rights as much as the US. Maybe because they’re focused on fixing their country or something. Then again that brings me back to my other topic. Immigration. More Importantly, illegal immigration. What’s my stance? Illegals don’t belong here. Why? Because the main issue is how problematic the drug war has become. It’s gotten so bad that’s its irreparable. The drug war cannot be won, but it can be 'cooled down’. Hell if I ran for president I would create an easier method for immigrants from foreign nations to come in quicker and easier. However we need to increase our border security tenfold. Why? Because sure some illegals want a better life, but it’s impossible doing it like that. Why? Because my parents are illegals. But I understand why they did it. We came for a better life. My grandfather came here legally because back then Ronald Reagan made every illegal in this country legal. My parents missed out on that chance because they were young. However my grandfather was a piece of shit. He could’ve gotten my mom and dad their US citizenship. How? My grandfather was a citizen and my dad was his son. But he refused. Sadly my parents came here illegally and later my older siblings came. We have been living here for years now. I was the only legal son thanks to the 14th amendment. Even though my parents are illegal I feel shame for the route we took. Sure we didn’t have money but if we waited longer we could’ve gotten here with us citizenships. Then again I wouldn’t of been born. Or probably earlier. Who knows. My parents are not criminals. We never broke any laws. We pay our taxes, speak English, have a house, etc. we are like every other American. Just a bit more discrete about our status. Anyways we need to find a new method of keeping illegals out besides this fence in our border. My first steps would be making it easier for immigrants to come here. Now then…do I seem like some right winged dick who just wants to keep immigrants out? No. I want criminals out. Not immigrants. I want our country safe. Speaking of which. @hyenatiddy. This son of a bitch. This pathetic manipulative piece of shit. He’s the main reason why I shot myself on a livestream. And some of his followers actually wished death on me. Oh don’t even get me started on some of the shit they said 'this world is better without him’ 'he was a right wing troll’ etc. Somehow they believe in him. Thinking that he’s the victim here. Oh how much he has fucking lied to you. First of all he’s lied to me. The first thing he did was when he played as some girl telling me that he killed himself and she took over. I knew he was lying when he’s posting art and pics of himself without mentioning suicide. Next thing he does? Of boy. This son of a bitch tells me he’s in the hospital for for what…three weeks? I dunno. But he reused the same pic of a hospital band saying he’s still in the hospital. I was so confused. I knew something was up since he said he 'took’ a picture even though it was reused from last week. (Not really last week but awhile back.) oh and then he tells me he loves me. I actually felt happy for once. I actually felt joy in my life. I felt loved. And then this piece of shit drops this on me. He asks if I’m right winged. He doesn’t even give me time to explain. The bastard just leaves. Blocks me and makes me feel like shit. I felt abandoned. This manipulative trash never loved me. I found out because he was already dating someone else. Hell I was gay for awhile. I admit it. But now I’m sticking as a straight Latino male. I don’t trust any trans person. Sure one mistake doesn’t represent all trans but I’ve encountered a lot of trans and they always treat me like trash. I can’t take that encounter anymore. Oh but hey I’m a 'transphobe’ for not trusting trans people but oh wait I hear a bit of hypocrisy coming from the snowflake! What’s that? You don’t trust all males for the actions of a few? Then that doesn’t make you sexist one bit according to your agenda. Anyways moving back to the subject this son of a bitch is the main reason I have a higher hatred for SJW’s. He lied. He was a sick liar. I don’t have proof because why should I keep the messages from him? It makes me feel awful and I needed to get rid of something that hurt me. He would say some bullshit like 'that’s why I got rid of you because you hurt me’. My response is how? How do I hurt you? For stating the truth? For stating my opinions? My political views? Fuck off. How can you not feel safe with someone who has not brought up their political opinions directly. How can you not fucking feel safe with someone who said they love you and care for you. How? How the fuck can you not feel safe? It’s absolute bullshit. I had a friend call the cops but they couldn’t do shit since wherever he lived wasn’t in their power since it’s a different state. Then again my friend though I was dead when I hit my chest. I laid on the floor for awhile. When I shot myself i went into some type of shock. I didn’t move. I was unresponsive. I was like asleep. The pain was just so unbearable I think I must’ve passed out. Then the cops and paramedics arrived and they closed my laptop which ended the livestream. Someone reported the stream and it got taken down. When I was in the hospital i was already awake but I was in so much anger. I had to go through heavy treatment. I had to be away from my phone. I had to. But I decided to stay away from tumblr. I recently came back since I feel better and I’m up to confront what made me feel like this. I’m not running away like hyenatiddy does by abusing the block button to hide from arguments and people confronting him. I’m up to fire back if someone shoots at me. I’m not fucking scared. I don’t care for the thousands of followers he has. I’m not scared of they get manipulated by his beliefs. I came to confront my fears and take on what made me shoot myself. The hatred of other people won’t take me down. It’s why I made this post and why I won’t stand down. I’m a Latino male. Straight. Centrist. I won’t be silenced by a bunch of horny bastards who believe in hyenatiddy’s lies. Now I wanna thank a few friends who supported me. @takashi0 @boss-hoody @fatponyroleplays @forgottonbutstillbreathing And some other friends who’s URL I’ve forgotten of lol. Thank you all. I know some of you didn’t notice when I got shot but I knew some of you were worried for me. My friend tried his best to spread that I shot myself but some wouldn’t believe him. I’m fine however. I’m just glad that you guys are still up and running. Thank you so much. I no longer fear people who just…hate. In fact I’m gonna be more open about my opinions. I just need help to recover from this first.

[zombies-apocalypse]

CAoS. Episode three.

Spoilers below the read more.

At this point I think this counts as hate watching... But ONE more episode to give it a chance. I WANT to like this. The effects are good, the acting is good.. I’m just hoping this episode shows some decent writing.

The Bluest Eye is a classic? Gimme a second to google that... Ahh. Okay. Schools have tried to ban that book, restrict it, and such. But a classic? Is it? Legit question here, because I’ve never heard of it before today.

Wow. You don’t ban books, but you don’t think kids should read it? Also now they’re in the library looking for some books that were in the card catalog... That’s hardly conclusive. Oh, library dishing. “Checked out for a while.” and “Soft purge of bad books.”

Oh, Hilda and Zelda are stripped of their powers. Uh huh. And they’re all summoned to court for trail since Sabrina broke a promise... Aunt’s have to go since they’re her guardians and failed their duty, so to speak, and Sabrina... Despite not signed, still has to follow their laws and face trial and punishment? Does this mean Sabrina’s stripped of her powers too? She shouldn’t be, since she wasn’t given any...

Daniel Webster. I’m disappointed there wasn’t a dictonary joke...

Wait, if Wardwell is responsible for Sabrina too... WHY isn’t she having to face trial too? I mean... Demoness. Oh. Well, I guess she is subject to different laws.

Dr. Cerberus? WHOA. What a name.

OH GEEZ. The Infernal Three... One, ugly. Two, why the FUCK are they wearing THAT outfit? 

The door behind them says THIS WAY TO HELL. Isn’t that charming.

But she didn’t write her name... OH, three days after she was born? Oh come on. OH. ZELDA? DID YOU? Wait, if her name was already in the book why the fuck did they want Sabrina to sign it?

Also her DAD made the promise. NOT her. Again, why the hell would they care if she signed when her name was already in the book?! So you’re telling me Daddy Spellman traded his daughter’s soul to marry her mom? Uh huh...

Like, they make it seem like it’s SUCH a big deal to put your name in the book... Signing over, becoming the Dark Lord’s pawn... But isn’t she already a pawn since her name’s already in? She was already traded so... That’s going to bother me. A lot.

Oh look the dim school got dimmer. 

Really, Sabrina? You’re gonna let some random spectre showing you some old ass articles about your lawyer manipulate you? 

DISORDER IN THE COURT. Are you saying there’s disorder or trying to get the rabble to stop? Cause that’s not how you do it, ya know.

Okay, so that heavily implies vampires exist in this world.

Oh, that’s gay. Confirmed, not just hinted at. At the very least, bi. 

EXCUSE ME. You’re gonna use the water test? Or strip and check her for a witches mark in public? JESUS. NEITHER are good.

Oh, yearly visits. All this drama waved away. Just sign your name and go to witch school. How generous. AGAIN, how important is that name? I mean, the one her dad signed was enough to land her in this trouble to begin with.. I just...

Oh, Salem. You exist. Cute cat.

Annnnnnd Ambrose’s booty call left his number at least. Nice.

Really? Are you gonna ask your boyfriend to check you for a birthmark? Why not ask Hilda? I mean.... One, do you really think your teenaged boyfriend will be able to focus enough to pay attention to birthmarks? Jesus. WAIT. WHY IS HE STRIPPING - oh. Fair is fair. Uh huh.

Boy, you barely moved her hair at all. Like, that’s not even.... ugh, teenagers.

Dr. Specter. Does anyone aside from the kids have a normal name in this town?

Oh, oh. I see why she’s crying. Like, I feel that. Like shit, that’d be hell. Poor girl... 

Stripped of her powers, yet able to use magic to get that baby book? EXCUSE ME? 

Also, the lighting hasn’t improved in this episode. 

Ahahahaha. Sabrina was baptised in a church! Something that does nothing, but the contract saves her. How fortunate that something no one but Hilda and her mom knew about was magically tucked away and Hilda somehow had the magic to unveil it and take it to save Sabrina. 

This whole signing names away and contract shit and court shit is such bullshit. 

Oh, dual-citizenship. She keeps her mortal life, has to go to the witch school and attend church weekly. Well, there’s worse things that could’ve resulted from that. Also, that was the witches entire goal anyways. The bargain throw at them that was rejected was similar. They just offered her more time with the mortals.

And Webster’s being killed, isn’t he? Pretty sure we’re not gonna see him again. 

Oh, Hilda’s been excommunicated from the Church of Night. Okay then. Cause she witnessed a baptism. Ha. Religions are so silly.

W-I-C-C-A now sponsors a secret Banned Book club. A club within a club. Okay then. Also, who are the other girls?

FINAL THOUGHTS

Camera. CAMERA. Not as bad as the last episode.

This episode wasn’t great, but it was kind of funny. The whole court thing was kind of so bad it was funny as opposed to just bad. So that’s an improvement.

I really don’t get the importance of a signature. Like, it’s a BIG DEAL but yet kind of not at the same time? Ya’ll read my thoughts above on that.

Episode wasn’t exactly well written, but it was better than the last two at least. Which means it could get better. Then again, it could go back to the badness of the first two episodes... So I might’ve gone into this episode as something like a hate watch, but I didn’t hate this episode so... yay that.