#and he deserves some applause for that. the man should probably be jailed for whatever crimes he’s abetted but his Lestat was so good fr

[laniidae-passerine]

genuinely pathetic how Brad Pitt refused to give a good performance in the IWTV film because Tom Cruise, despite all his immense flaws as a real person, was serving undead bisexual cunt. he was never able to reach his highest heights without a good Louis to play off but his Lestat laid the foundations for what we have now. and despite my common sense I am undeniably fond

[santoteez]

In The Bronx - Hongjoong (7 + Epilogue)

Part: 7 of 7 PLUS EPILOGUE

Genre: Drugdealer!Hongjoong, Drugdealer! SeonghwaAU, Fluff

Word Count:  2.7k

Requested: no

Warnings: MC is a black female, swearing, Hongjoong’s brother is inspired by Mingi,

NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU.

The ride home was jubilant, with Minjoon shouting about the games Hongjoong missed, as well as gushing about a girl he had started seeing recently.

“So you wait till I’m locked up to date someone?” Hongjoong narrowed his eyes. “I’m happy for you, though. Just don’t get her pregnant, or I’m gonna have to head back to my cell.”

Minjoon rolled his eyes. “And like I said before if you get Santana pregnant, I’m gonna fight you too.”

Santana laughed. “Not this conversation again.” She shook her head.

“You mean this is a normal thing?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow.

“More than I’d like to admit,” Santana said, barely audible over the brotherly bickering next to her.

Seonghwa parked the car in front of Hongjoong’s building and everyone exited the car.

“It feels good to be back,” Hongjoong said, stretching from the ride.

They entered the apartment, filling up the living room.

“Of all the times I’ve been in here, seeing you here is a damn good feeling, Boss,” Seonghwa said, patting Hongjoong’s back.

“Thanks, man. I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you. Well, more like apologize.”

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows. “Apologize for what?”

“For that day when I made you second in command. You were trying to leave, and I wrapped you further into the business. Sitting in my cell, I thought how many times you mentioned culinary school to me back then. I didn’t take you into consideration when I made my decision; I honestly just couldn’t see myself running this shit without you. But I know it’s not what you wanted, so I’m sorry.”

Seonghwa shook his head. “When you appointed me, I could’ve easily said right then and there that I was leaving the business. I had the power to tell you that I didn’t want the position. But I didn’t. I realized how important it was for you to have someone who truly had your back as your right hand, and I knew that person was me. Besides, who else could you trust with your double life? Who else would run around taking product from here back to the warehouse just to make sure your brother never found out? Who would take over the entire place while you were locked up? Even back then, I knew it would have to be me. I had to be there for you. And I have been because you’re my boy. I wasn’t gonna leave you hanging. Not now, not ever. Plus, I still have time to go to school, right?” Seonghwa smiled.

Hongjoong returned the smile. “I guess you’re right. But I have more to tell you. All of you. While I was awaiting trial, I met Minjoon and I’s father.”

“You met WHO now?” Santana said.

“I must not be hearing correctly. It sounds like you said you met our father.” Minjoon’s eyes bulged out of their sockets.

“I need a drink,” Seonghwa stated, heading for the fridge.

“I did. He was my cellmate, actually.”

“You shared a cell with your deadbeat father? The universe is never in your favor.” Santana shook her head.

“When I first got there, he wouldn’t show his face or even acknowledge me. I took it as a blessing because you never know who’s in there, you know? After MJ and Tana visited and I went back to my cell, he started asking all these questions. How was my visit, who was the girl I was drawing, if she visited me, a whole lotta shit.”

“You drew me when you were in? You can DRAW?” Santana blurted out.

“Focus! Anyway, I asked him why he was there and if he gets any visitors. He said no, and that he has a bunch of enemies because he’s in there for murder.”

“MURDER? Did he kill mom?” Minjoon interrupted.

“Can all of you shut the FUCK up? Damn. So long story short, he calls me a nickname only my mom ever called me so I ask him how the fuck he knows that shit and he turns to me for the first time and I recognize the scar on his face immediately. So I nearly flipped my shit and after coming back from talking to Sarah crazy ass, I told him to leave me alone. Did he? No. he keeps talking and tells me that not only is he the guy that took my mom away, but he was also both my and Minjoon’s father. I called his bluff, thinking he was only saying that shit to get me to open up to him. But he told me some stuff that not many people know. He even knows about my birthmark. So at this point, I ask him like what the fuck, you know? So he tells me how because he was a kingpin, mom didn’t want us anywhere near him. She might’ve been an addict, but she wanted to protect us from his lifestyle. So, one day, after five years of mom refusing to live with him, he decided to come up with the master plan of kidnapping her. Told her that either she leaves with him or he killed us. He knew she would choose to save us, so it was a no brainer. He said she was the reason the cops found us; she wanted to make sure we’d be okay. She always tried to track us down, keep an eye on us. She felt guilty when I dropped out. The day he let her free to go find us, she was tagged by a drug dealer she owed money to. She didn’t make it.”

The room fell silent as nobody could find the right words to say.

“Well, sounds like everyone needs a drink.” Seonghwa grabbed glasses from the cupboard, filling them with Hennessey.

“Really?” Minjoon asked when Seonghwa handed him a glass.

Seonghwa shrugged. “It’s not like this is your first drink. We found you stumbling around Brooklyn when HJ got arrested. And again in November after that Thanksgiving party in Brownsville. And the Halloween party back in October. Oh yeah and the-”

“Okay. I think everyone gets it, Seonghwa. Thanks.” Minjoon grabbed the glass, visibly embarrassed.

Seonghwa handed a glass to Santana before grabbing an empty glass and giving it to Hongjoong. He dumped the remaining contents of the bottle, filling his glass to the brim. “Bottoms up, bro. You need it.” He said, causing everyone to laugh.

Hongjoong sipped from his glass. “I haven’t tasted alcohol in so long. God damn. Before I’m too drunk to talk, I wanted to say this. The whole point of me telling you this story was that I did some thinking while I was in there. My dad didn’t go to high school. I dropped out. He was a kingpin. I’m a kingpin. He’s in jail. I was in jail. I wanna break the cycle. I want out. No more of this hustlin shit.”

“So, without the drug dealing, what are you gonna do?” Minjoon asked.

“I’m gonna get a real job. Go back to school for Music Production and Engineering. Probably minor in Songwriting. Santana’s been telling me to make it a profession, and I’m gonna do just that.”

“Have you ever produced before?” Minjoon asked, becoming confused when the rest of the room erupted in laughter.

“You really live under a fucking rock,” Seonghwa said.

“Have you ever heard songs by a producer named Kilo?” Santana asked Minjoon.

“Oh yeah. All the time. DaBaby just used a beat by him, I think.”

“Yeah, well. It was made in your living room.” Hongjoong smirked.

“No way. YOU made those beats? What the fuck were you selling drugs for?”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “Those drugs made sure you had clothes on your back and food in your greedy ass stomach. Be grateful.”

“So, with you gone, what happens with the warehouse?” Seonghwa asked.

“That’s another thing I wanted to discuss with you. I need one more favor.” Hongjoong asked, giving him a knowing look.

Seonghwa nodded immediately, seeming to pick up what he was putting down.

“Do you two have a secret language or something? The fuck is this?” Minjoon asked.

“We’re kingpin and second in command. How else do you think we talk to each other?” Hongjoong asked, setting his glass down. “I think we should all head to the warehouse later. There’s a speech I have to give.”

They all headed out to eat at City Island, indulging in crab legs and lobster tails to celebrate Hongjoong’s release. Afterward, they made their way down to the new warehouse, which Hongjoong had yet to see fully renovated. Mitch was working as lookout and opened the door immediately upon hearing the kingpin’s voice.

“Welcome back, Boss.” Mitch dapped Hongjoong up. “Hey y’all! The boss is back!”

Cheers and applause echoed through the warehouse as Hongjoong made his way to the center of the room.

“Thanks, y’all, I appreciate it. I wanted to take this time to talk to all of you. When I started this lifestyle, I did it all for that guy right there.” He pointed to Minjoon. “When I gained custody of him, I was 18, a high school dropout, and dumb. I didn’t know the first thing about raising someone. I just knew I wanted life to be easy for him. I’m sure that’s the reason for many of you being here. But in being here as well as in Sing Sing, I realized this isn’t something I want to do for the rest of my life. As great as Rodney was, I don’t want to grow old in this business and retire to Florida after selling dope for all my life. I have dreams I want to pursue, things I want to do. I want to give my girl the life she deserves, without fearing that I’m going to be snatched away at any time. Because of this, I’ve decided to step down as kingpin. I hope you all understand my reasons. That being said, I am leaving Dragon in charge of the business. But, I know Dragon doesn’t want to do this forever either, so for that reason, I am leaving the fate of the business in his hands.”

He turned to Seonghwa. “Dragon. Whatever you want to do, keep the business running, dissolve it, that’s your decision. You’ve held the business down when I needed you the most, so I trust you to run it in my departure. As for all of you, it was an honor working with you. And next time you see me, don’t call me boss. It’s HJ.” Hongjoong said. Everyone began clapping again, some even shaking Hongjoong’s hand and expressing their admiration and respect for his decision and how he handled the situation.

Hongjoong finally makes it out of the crowd and walks towards Minjoon and Santana.

“Well HJ, ex-kingpin, now what?” Minjoon asked, smiling.

Hongjoong shrugged. “The rest of my life. Whatever that is.”

  *3 years later*

Hongjoong walked into his penthouse condo, setting his backpack on the floor. A swift pair of feet are heard from the back of the apartment before a sudden force knocks him off his feet. He laughed, wrapping his arms around the small frame.

“Hey pretty girl, how was school?” He asked, setting her down.

“Good! How was school for you?”

“It was great, thanks for asking. Where’s Santana?” He walked into the living room.

“She went to the supermarket with Minjoon. She asked if I wanted to go, but I didn’t want you to come home and be alone.” She said, twirling her pigtails.

Hongjoong chuckled. “You stayed home all by yourself for me? My hero.” He sat down on the couch, the little girl right behind him.

“Hey, Soojin.”

“Yes?” She looked up at Hongjoong.

“You like living here? With me, Santana and Minjoon?”

Soojin nodded eagerly. “I love it here. You and Minjoon are the best brothers ever and Santana takes me shopping, makes me yummy food, and she paints my nails!”

Hongjoong smiled. After he stepped down as kingpin, he enrolled into Columbia University. He started working at Costco’s with San (for real this time) and with the money he made as kingpin, he bought a condo. Minjoon enrolled in Columbia as well, earning a full ride for playing football and choosing to study Business Management. Santana, after saving up was able to open Santana’s Threads, her very own boutique.

Hongjoong, after much thought, began to visit his father in jail. He decided that although his father didn’t deserve a son, he deserved a father. Minjoon was against it for a while, but eventually accepted visiting their father, whose name they learned was Chungho.

During one of their visits, they found out they had another sibling.

“Wait. We have a sister?” Minjoon asked incredulously.

Chungho nodded. “Soojin. She’s 5.”

“Where is she if you’re in here?” Hongjoong asked.

“Foster care. I have no relatives for her to live with, and without knowing where you were, there was no other choice.”

“Can we get her? She should be with family.” Minjoon asked.

“Are you sure? It’s not your responsibility, so I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured.” Chungho looked at Hongjoong.

“Like Minjoon said, she deserves to be with family.” He nodded.

“I’ll talk to my social worker. I really appreciate you, boys. I know I don’t deserve even a second of your time but believe me when I say I’m grateful. And thank you for accepting Soojin. I could never repay you.”

The fight for custody was tedious and much lengthier than Hongjoong remembered from when he fought for Minjoon. His incarceration came up, and for a while, he thought his case would be thrown away. Once the judge had a long talk with Judge Jackson, who presided over the murder case, he decided to disregard it. The boys were eventually granted custody, and they brought Soojin home. For months, she wouldn’t speak. She’d sit in a corner and refuse to interact. It wasn’t until Hongjoong asked her what was wrong did she speak.

“Every time I’m happy somewhere, the lady in the black suit takes me somewhere else.”

“The lady in the black suit? You mean the caseworker?” Hongjoong asked.

Soojin nodded.

“Soojin, no one is gonna take you away from us. This is your home. If anyone tries to take you from here, they’re gonna have to fight me. Because you’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck here. Forever. With me.” He said, making a silly face.

Soojin laughed, jumping into his arms.

From that day on they were inseparable. They enrolled Soojin in the local elementary school, and they all took turns picking her up. To everyone’s surprise, Soojin was amazing at soccer. So, every Saturday they would attend her little league game. Afterward, they’d go out for lunch together as a family.

The door opened, and in walked Santana and Minjoon with bags of groceries.

“Hey, baby.” Santana said, kissing Hongjoong.

“Bleh.” Soojin made a face.

“What do you mean ‘bleh’? huh?” Santana said, tickling Soojin and making her giggle.

“It is bleh, I agree with Soojin.” Minjoon chimed in.

“What you need to do is shut up and put those groceries away. Today’s the grand opening for The Majestic Dragon.”

Santana jumped up off the couch. “Today? Shit, I forgot! Hurry up Minjoon, we can’t be late!”

After Hongjoong’s resignation, Seonghwa chose to dissolve the business. While some of the workers chose to do their own thing, Seonghwa and several of the warehouse’s men went into a business venture together. They all completed culinary school and used their savings to begin construction of their new restaurant. After almost a year, it was finally complete, and Seonghwa invited Hongjoong and everyone to the grand opening. As for the Coca Twins, the revelation of their affiliation with Bianchi and Sarah tarnished their reputation in the streets, their customers scrambling to find other vendors. They were also put on probation for false accusations and their involvement in dozens of other cases. Bianchi and Sarah were tried and found guilty for several accounts of false imprisonment and corruption, as well as falsifying a police report. They were each sentenced to 15 years and they had to surrender their badge and license.

They all got dressed and put Soojin in her best dressed before driving to Manhattan for the opening. They made it just in time for the ribbon-cutting, Seonghwa smiling brightly as they walked over.

“You’re right on time. Thanks for coming.”

“Is this your store, Uncle Hwa?” Soojin asked.

“Of course it is! Remember I was gonna make a big store and cook you lots of food? This is where I’m gonna cook it. Just for you.” He pinched her cheek.

“The one girl he’s ever been sweet to,” Hongjoong mumbled. Santana laughed.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, and Soojin, I present to you, The Majestic Dragon!” Seonghwa shouted as he cut the ribbon and the crowd cheered.

“Well, ex-kingpin, how’s life treating you now?” Santana asked.

Hongjoong squeezed her hand. “Never been better.”

Stephie here! I hope you all enjoyed this AU. It’s my first ever Ateez writing, and I’m really proud of it. I might make another AU elaborating on Seonghwa’s story (this would be set in epilogue times, not another POV of this one if that makes sense)

Thank you so much for reading!

[youngbloodthekilljoy]

Death Doesn’t Discriminate (Lams Fic)

heyo so remember that magical realism story i told i had to write for world lit and it was basically a lams fic? no? okay well anyway i did and i decided to share it

i have no idea of the word count but it’s six pages in a google doc so do with that what you will

Warnings: Major Character Death, Non-Graphic Violence

anyway hope you enjoy

    It was a crisp October evening in New York City. Alex was walking to the park by his apartment building for his weekly weekend stroll. He took this walk to clear his mind of the words swirling around in his head that he had yet to write. Bespectacled and bundled up in his black coat and red plaid scarf with his hands stuffed into his pockets, he set a brisk pace in an attempt to defeat the cold air as the temperature approached 40 degrees. He scolded himself for not going earlier when it was warmer. As he approached the park, he stopped in his tracks at a troubling scene. He saw the trees were all crushed, the concrete on the path nearby was deeply dented, and he could make out some screw anchors where benches used to be. He could even see a rusty brown splattering, which were the unmistakable remains of a crushed human. But beyond all the obvious disturbances, he noticed something even more harrowing: the police were nowhere to be found. Not even a single piece of yellow tape was anywhere to be seen. It was obvious that this was a giant’s doing, but there was no one present doing any investigation as to who had done it. Outraged, he decided to take matters into his own hand and set a course for the nearest police precinct.

********

    “Oh, yes, we know,” the head police chief, Samuel Seabury, greeted Alex upon hearing his report of the incident, irritatingly nonchalant.

    “Well, then why is there no one down at the park investigating this crime?” Alex shot back.

    “We already have. We know which giant did it, actually. George Eacker. He doesn’t seem to have a criminal history though. He’s a nice kid, and his family doesn’t want him to be too heavily affected by jail. So, the judge let him free with a year of probation.”

    “A kid? He’s twenty-three years old! I’m willing to bet the person he crushed was younger! He should have a charge of vandalism, murder, and civil disobedience against him, at least. He should be in jail for the rest of his life!”

    “Sir, we understand your concern, but please, leave this matter to us.” Red-faced and infuriated, he stalked out of the station.

********

    As he stomped into his apartment, he slammed the door, startling his boyfriend, John, who was settled in his flannel pajamas with his wild curly hair neatly kept back in a ponytail, leafing through a Rolling Stone magazine. John was actually the one made him take those walks in the first place because there was a small incident where Alex had spent a week awake and writing word upon word, like he was running out of time. Being sleep-deprived and simultaneously full of words yet completely drained of them, he snapped a lot at John. Since then, John kicked him out of the apartment to go clear his head each weekend for a walk in the very park they had met, which had effectively increased the amount of time Alex was willing to spend outside.

    Yet, he was concerned when Alex had returned in such a short time. He looked up at his disgruntled beloved in concern, silently asking what was wrong. When Alex didn’t even spare a glance at him, he decided to voice his concern.

    “Hey, honey,” John greeted Alex. “What’s wrong?”

    “Society,” Alex muttered angrily. He threw his coat off and stomped over to slump on their couch adjacent to the chair that John had occupied. With a sigh, John set down his magazine and positioned himself to Alex’s side, opening his arms to engulf his cross boyfriend. Alex routinely buried himself in John’s arms, circling his own around John’s waist and placing his head on John’s shoulder.

    “Care to elaborate?” John prompted.

    Alex released an angry sigh. “I was going to go for my walk in the park, but...it was crushed by a giant. And I saw this splatter that was clearly the remains of a human that this stupid giant had stepped on. And what made it even worse was that there wasn’t a single police officer there when I had arrived. I hadn’t even seen a shred of yellow tape anywhere near it. It looked like all they had done was take the body. They probably hauled it off somewhere where it wouldn’t be seen like some dumpster, as if that person were trash, as if--”

    “Alex. Breathe,” John reminded him as he gently ran his fingers through his hair. Alex took a deep breath in through his nose and let loose a ragged breath through his mouth. He repeated the action a number of times before he continued.

    “So, naturally, I took it upon myself to report it to the authorities, since it seemed as if no one else had. And when I got there, I found out that they not only knew what had happened but they also knew who had done it! And they had let him go!”

    “They what?” John asked in shock, as he understood Alex’s unbridled rage.

    “They let him go free with nothing more than a slap on the wrist. One year of probation! For murder, vandalism, and civil disobedience. He should be in jail for the rest of his life, but, no, his family didn’t want it to have a ‘severe effect’ on him.”

    “That’s the whole point of jail!”

    “Exactly! So now we have a giant criminal on our streets, walking free while the remains of his victim are still lying there on the very concrete he murdered them on.”

    “Wow. This has been quite the hour for you, huh?”

    “John, we need to do something about this. We can’t just let this slide. We have to organize a protest. I can’t just sit here and watch this happen in silence. We can’t let this small population of giants get away with major crimes, while there are humans getting shot on sight simply for existing.”

    “You’re right, Alex. We can and will do something about this. But first, maybe you should get some rest. It’s clearly been a long day for you.” Alex nodded and, as if on cue, yawned. They rose up from the couch and retired to bed.

********

    The very next day, they got to work. They recruited a team of their closest friends--Aaron, Maria, Herc, Elizabeth, Margaret, Lafayette, Angelica, and George--and put up petitions and sign-ups for a protest against the institutionalized prejudice that kept George Eacker out of jail. Everyone met outside the very park where it happened, ready with signs and their own voices. There were a broad range of people attending: humans, giants, friends, strangers, even Alex’s enemy Thomas. When Alex saw him, he raised a questioning eyebrow, only for Thomas to shrug and respond, “Hey, you may be my least favourite person to ever exist, but even though I’d rather slam my tongue in a car door than admit to agreeing with you, I still support the equal treatment of humans and giants.”

    “I’m glad you’re here, Tom,” was all that Alex had to say in response. Thomas muttered a passing “yeah, whatever,” before getting into position in the crowd. Alex took a deep breath as he clenched his megaphone in his hand, ready to lead. John came up to him and curled his arm around his hip.

    “Ready?” he inquired. Alex looked at him and nodded. John smiled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “I’m so proud of you.” Alex returned his smile and set his hand on John’s freckled cheek, giving him another loving peck before getting up on the mini-platform that had been set up.

    “Today, we are gathered here to avenge the soul of Philip Peterson, the boy who died at the hand of a giant at only 17,” his voice echoed among the masses. “Though I did not know him personally, I know he did not deserve this. He simply wanted to enjoy the day with a simple walk in the park. But an uncaring giant came and stomped him out. That giant goes by the name of George Eacker. He carelessly stomped on Philip and proceeded to pick him off of the bottom of his shoe like some sort of bug. And yet, this heinous act has no justified end. He continues to roam these streets a free giant with a man’s blood on his hands. This is unacceptable. We will not stand for this. We are small, but we are strong. We stand together, humans and giants alike, today for justice. And we will not rest until the day that George Eacker is in jail. We are small, but we are strong!” He finished his speech on a powerful chant that everyone repeated through the cheers and applause as he stepped off the platform and picked up a sign.

    They remained there through the day until night fell and the heard the sirens. The police had been called by none other than Charles Lee. All Alex could see was Charles pointing an accusatory finger at him before all hell went loose. The police began parading around, crushing everything in sight, including the very platform Alex had done his speech on. They had even stepped on people. The giants in attendance were being ushered away, though they desperately tried to fight it. Alex had been too distraught in all the chaos to notice the giant police boot looming over him. He looked up as a million thoughts flew through his mind before he barely registered himself being knocked off his feet. As he skidded onto the floor he saw the distressed face of his love before the police boot settled on him. That’s when everything stopped for Alex. He felt numb as he dropped to his knees next to his lover’s remains. The calamity around him were all muffled in his ears. He didn’t feel the tears streaming down his face or hear himself scream John’s name. He knew he was shaking. He didn’t know if it was the rage, or the pure pain and sadness, but he was practically vibrating with emotion. He barely registered someone pulling him away from the destruction. Once he was safe inside his apartment, his senses began to return. His vision cleared to see George’s concerned eyes, and he began to hear Thomas’ deep nasal voice calling his name and feel Eliza’s soft motherly arms wrapped around him, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

    “John,” he managed. He felt himself begin to tear up at the mere mention of his love’s name. Eliza’s grip on him tightened on him.

    “I am so sorry, Alexander,” George consoled, with a warm, comforting hand on his back.

    “He sacrificed himself to save you from that police officer,” Thomas interjected. “He was a brave man.”

    “I know,” Alex found his voice again. “I just wish that sentence wasn’t in past tense.” A beat of silence passed among the group. Alex felt a fire well up inside of him as he thought of his dear John being there on the pavement and underneath that deadly police boot instead of by his side right now. He thought of all of his friends (and his enemy) who had come to support him that day, who were still out there fending off the brutal attacks. And here he was, sitting around, sobbing, doing nothing. He sat up out of Eliza’s hold and wiped his eyes. It was time to stop wasting time on tears. There was so much he had to do before his time was up. He had to avenge John’s death. If the police thought that they had seen the most that Alex could fight, they were mistaken. There was so much more to come. Just you wait.

here’s the mini rationale i had to write too if you wanna read what inspired this fic

RATIONALE

Magical Realist Characteristics

The main characteristic in my story was the fantastical element of giants in the real world setting of New York City.

Narrative Techniques

The story is told in a limited third person point of view. It’s told in chronological order. I used mainly descriptive language with a bit of straight-forward and figurative language. The story is a bit fast-paced in the beginning or the “uphill” slope of the narrative arc and the end of the story is more drawn out with an open ending of a resolution. I left it open ending to show that this is happening in real life and it is not like some TV hour-long special that’s solved easily. It’s an issue that takes time and will take longer than five pages of one story to find the solution to.

Theme

The theme I explore in this story is the idea of not acknowledging the effect of white privilege on people of colour. The use of giants is to show how prominent the privilege of is and the size difference between the humans and giants shows how white privilege can make people of colour feel small and insignificant. George Eacker’s crime was used as a reference to the Brock Turner rape case, the protest outside the park represented the Black Lives Matter protests and the attacks of the police represented the brutal treatment of the Native Americans protesting the North Dakota pipeline.

sigh aight well hope you enjoyed lemme know if you cried cause i did when rereading & writing it

well bye