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akariamai · 14 days ago

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Hospital Visits

Pairing: Park Hu-min x Reader

Word Count: 4400

It was a beautiful illusion of being untouchable that led to the downfall of Na Sae-bom and her friends. She survived many battles with the only remnants being scratches and bruises. One of the worst fights she’d ever fought in was with the wannabe gangster and his group of runaways. The fear for all of her friends was tangible. They were followed, nearly stabbed, kidnapped, beaten with a bat, and even still they were victorious. They had taken down a system far greater than themselves. The outcome of that specific brawl would only reinforced the illusion, a childish fantasy, a fallacy that dissipated leaving only consequences in its wake.

Reality set in about a year and a half ago, a few weeks after the brutal take down of the gangster, they were humans and humans were vulnerable and susceptible to break. Sae-bom understands that even the strongest amongst them were pregnable to trouble and the current condition she found herself in was the direct product of that realization.

Oh Beom-seok was once considered a friend to Sae-bom. He was someone she trusted and shared her safe space with him, but it didn’t mean anything to him. Maybe it meant something for a short period of time, but that was just a vague memory of happier days and they had faded so long ago. Beom-seok withdrew into himself gradually. He became deathly quiet during their sporadic hangouts. He no longer answered his phone. They were worried for him and reached out.

An impromptu visit later, Beom-seok finally spilled one of his secrets. He was being harassed by his old bullies. Su-ho and Sae-bom both jumped at the chance to get his bullies to apologize to him, but during the confrontation he became too violent. He desired something more than an admission of guilt or a measly slap. It was something darker, more barbaric, merciless. She would never forget his the stare she gave her.

They carried him out as they avoided his swinging limbs and he accused their companionship for being transactional. His words stung worse than any blow she’d ever dealt with. The space she made for him torn from his immediate remark. It spilled out too quickly for it not to have dwelled for days or weeks within his mind and perhaps that was the most heartbreaking thought; it was never real for him.

In the days following, he distorted into someone unrecognizable. His hunger for retribution was so great he turned it towards the people he once shared a meal with. Su-ho and Sae-bom became his sole obsession. They ought to experience his suffering. He hired two individuals to deal with them and his second attempt succeeded.

As they laid defeated in anguish, Beom-seok towered over them with a sneer. He cared not that they apologized. All he could brood over was their piercing eyes patronizing him. It aggravated him to the point where his vision twisted red, his unprocessed rage flooded his senses, and his judgment lapsed. He incessantly delivered blow after blow, ignoring her shrieks and Su-ho’s lack of, he finally felt invincible.

Sae-bom could barely make out the excruciating pain as it was overwhelmed her mind. The gnawing ache was paralyzing that her body refused to curl into itself. She was so disoriented the sensation became numbing. All her body allowed her to do was cover her head before it too was targeted. She fell unconscious soon after.

When she stirred from her slumber, she could barely make out her surroundings, the fluorescent lights above emitted a glaring luminescence her that eyes took several minutes to adapt. An oxygen mask covered her face. She was in an unadorned colorless room; laying on a hospital bed surrounded by life saving machinery.

There was a dreary melancholy surrounding Si-eun when he first entered her hospital room. His eyes that once held benevolence were now filled with an unimaginable amount of sorrow.

Sae-bom noted his hesitation. How he keenly watched her as if she’d disappear if he so much as blinked. “Si-eun,” She waved for him to enter. Offer him reassurance that she was ecstatic to see him and that he was welcomed in her small corner of the hospital. He walked in with deliberate steps.

She could see tears accumulating in his eyes, threatening to fall with every stride towards her bed, a slight tremor in his body; he was a beautiful disaster. He stopped at the side of her bed. “Are you okay?” She asked as if she wasn’t the one stuck in the hospital bed.

His bottom lip quivered as the floodgates opened. Tears trailed down his checks and a woeful sob escaped his lips. She had never seen him so low-spirited. How she wished she could lean up to cradle his face and erase all of his worries, but alas she was confined to the bed for the foreseeable future. So, instead she reached for his hand.

“Sae-bom.” He whimpered. The words he wanted to say lodged in his throat. He choked on them. “Su-ho…He-”

“I know.” She interrupted as she brushed her thumb against his hand, “I know. His grandma told me. I’m so sorry, Si-eun.” She wept.

Su-ho was the best of them. He was their steady anchor, but now he was gone. Not dead, but stuck in a coma and the doctors didn't know if he’d ever wake up. They cried until their tears dried up and only the redness remained. Nothing but the hum of the machinery and the buzz of the lights could be heard with the occasional chatter outside.

They had been liked this for hours. Sae-bom checked on Si-eun who exhausted himself to the point where he drifted off seated on the hospital chair. She let out a doleful sigh. She was withholding something from him; something significant that had shifted her existence for the rest of her days. It would reform their friendship, maybe even hinder it, and she would be helpless to stop the threads from unraveling. She didn’t know how she’d survive without Si-eun’s tranquil presence.

She hesitated to wake him when there were a few minutes left of visiting hours. “Si-eun.” She called out, “Si-eun.” She loathed to disturb him from his quiescent slumber.

His eyes fluttered open before he settled more comfortably in the hospital chair. He stared at her, almost imprinting the image of her in his mind, before asking the dreaded question she wished to avoid. “How long are you in here for?”

It was such a daunting question. She intended to give Si-eun a break from any more awful news, but he was concerned for her well-being. Granted, he had every right to be.

“I-” A lump arose in her throat. How to tell a friend of news like hers without breaking? How to choose the right words to soften the blow? The news would affect him too if he stayed. “I’m staying here indefinitely.”

She refused to look at him before continuing, “When I was younger, I was in a car crash and my back was hurt pretty bad. The doctors told me that I had to be careful not to injure it too much and when Beom-seok and his friends…” She trailed off, “Their blows injured it more, so now, I lost feeling in my legs.”

In a tight grip, Sae-bom clenched the white cover, and confessed in a soft whisper, “I’m paralyzed from the waist down. I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk again. I'm stuck here.”

Si-eun digested the news in silence. Emotions began to rush through his head, thoughts coursed through his mind, words cast aside to avoid a senseless apology slide past his lips. It was unnecessary.

From that day on Si-eun formed a routine. He would take the bus to the hospital once cram school ended and he’d visit Sae-bom first. He would work on homework and occasionally help her with schoolwork. She would steer the conversation while he listened. Afterwards, he would sit outside of Su-ho’s hospital room and send him text messages he’d probably wouldn’t see anytime soon.

While Si-eun’s dedication towards visiting both herself and Su-ho was commendable and appreciated. Sae-bom did worry about his mental health. Dark circles materialized under his eyes. Sleep evaded him in the night and the considerable amount of hours he spent inside the hospital only withheld a well-needed nap from him. Nightmares would invade his dreams and cast him out of his slumber.

Life had been sluggish for Sae-bom. Her world for the better part of a year and a half consisted of four gray walls, reruns of old drama shows, mindless scrolling, and a prolonged journey to recovery. There were only sprinkles of joy scattered throughout her day. She had the same routine every day and Si-eun’s visits were always the highlight of it.

There was a particular day where Si-eun was unusually sluggish. He entered with a stiffness in his stride. His body tense. A refusal to look in her direction. He simply planted himself on the hospital chair. She could tell there was an endless stream of thoughts circulating through his mind.

“What’s wrong?” Sae-bom questioned. It was atypical to see Si-eun agitated in such a way. Did something happen at school? Si-eun was coerced to transfer schools after the incident. It wasn’t one the best school around, but it was the only one that accepted him.

“I need to push back my visits.” He admitted as his body sagged. An invisible weight removed from his shoulders around, but it was the only school nearby that would accept him.

She tilted her head, “Oh?”

He swallowed, “I’ll still make time to visit. I just have to volunteer on Saturday.”

She nodded as the worry that had built up vanished before a soft giggle escaped her lips, “You made it seem like something was wrong.”

“Sorry.” He stated.

She cracked a smile in his direction, “Don’t worry about it. Where are you volunteering?"

"At the Seoul Museum."

She knew Si-eun well enough to know this was not voluntary on his part. “Why?”

He sighed, “I was involved with a fight. Some kids saw me and told the school. They’re making me and a few others do it.”

“Damn.” She mentioned, “Are you okay? You’re not hurt, right?”

“I’m okay.”

She kept an intense gaze on him before nodding. Pushing Si-eun was never the answer. He would tell her when he was ready and if he wanted to.

The following days were uneventful. Sae-bom had just finished another session of physical therapy and one of the nurses allowed her to roam around the hospital. She leaned forward and pushed with the front of the wheel rims.

When she arrived at the hallway that led to her room, an unfamiliar figure blocked her path, a young man who's body was leaning on the white walls in front of her room. He appeared to be around the same age as her. Perhaps he was a bit older. He wore an orange with white accents jacket and had specs on.

He tipped his head and smirked. “You must be the famous Na Sae-bom.” He reminded her an amateur villain. One that hadn’t quite found their footing, but wholeheartedly believe they were untouchable. He approached her leisurely and leaned down to observe her. “You’re coming with me.”

“What?” She asked confused. Genuinely wondering who the fuck he was. “Who are you?” She knew she had never seen him before. Not even in passing. So how did he know her name?

“You might want to be quiet. You don’t want Su-ho to be harmed now do ya?” He already knew the answer. He had only heard of vague rumors about her and Si-eun’s past and he figured she cared deeply for the boy left in a coma and the other boy who allegedly put him there. “We’re just going to pay a visit to Si-eun. He’s currently with the other patient." Su-ho.

He sprang up before tightly gripping the handles of the wheelchair. Sae-bom had never felt so consumed by primal fear, however, it wasn’t for herself, but for her friends. Su-ho, much like herself, was defenseless and Si-eun appeared to be entangled in another precarious situation. A situation she couldn’t lend a helping hand in. She was utterly useless.

As they traveled to Su-ho’s room they rolled by passing nurses. She tried to draw their attention with apprehensive glances, but they were more focused on other patients and the clipboards in their hands. Her hand palpitated with nervousness. She was ignorant of his plans with both herself and Si-eun. She pleaded for Si-eun to have left without visiting her, but her prayers were left unanswered.

Upon being outside of Su-ho’s hospital room, the guy demanded, “Stay here.” He approached the door like a predator preying on its prey. He giddily peered through the window. He was seemingly relishing in the thrill of his shenanigans.

He withdrew from the door and returned to his spot behind her. The door swung opened and Si-eun exited. Once his gaze landed on her a fearful glint shone in his eyes. A wave of dread washed over her. He was visibly shaken.

“Look who I ran into.” The guy chuckled as his hands rested on her shoulders. “And that must be Ahn Su-ho. The one whose life you ruined, right?”

“Leave them out of this.” Si-eun muttered as he clenched his hands.

“Well that entirely depends on you. Come with me for a second and I won’t touch your friends. At least, for tonight.” He negotiated before releasing her shoulders from his metaphorical shackles and walked off without a backward glance. He was certain Si-eun would follow.

“Si-eun.” She called out as his body began to move.

“I’m sorry. I can’t stay tonight.” He voiced before leaving her in the hallway. She watched as his figure dwindled from her vision. Her anxiety tightened its grip on her being. She desperately needed him to come back safely. She abhorred the feeling of helplessness. She’s been experiencing that feeling that a lot lately.

The last couple of days had been a whirlwind of emotions. Si-eun had come back with news that he was going to be studying abroad, curtesy of his mother, and would be leaving shortly. He spent the majority of his last days with her and Su-ho. She was uncertain of the reason, but he remained. Although her happiness was short lived.

One of the office coordinators rushed into her hospital room in a panic. She was out of breathe, heaving at the doorway, and all Sae-bom could do was stare in fright. Was there an emergency? She thought as uneasiness filled her.

Since she was admitted to the hospital, she had become acquaintances with many of the staff members. It was predominantly the nurses who would come and assist her, but the office coordinators know her due to Si-eun’s continuous visits. They grew curious about the girl who’s friend frequently visited.

“It’s Si-eun.” Her anxiety arose. “He’s been admitted to the emergency center.”

“What?” She whispered. It can’t be. It was happening all over again. “I need to go. I need to see him.” She reached for the two crutches that sat next to the bed. She hadn’t told Si-eun of the progress she was making recently. She wanted it to be a surprise, Si-eun was in trouble and Sae-bom couldn't care less about it now. She regained feeling in her legs. Her physical therapist and herself have been preparing her for ambulation.

“Can you get one of the nurses?” Sae-bom wasn’t allowed to walk on crutches alone as her recovery was still monitored heavily. She couldn’t afford to fall and injure herself even more hence why the supervision. She tried to ease her breathing as the office coordinator walked off. She was on the verge of tears. Why couldn’t they just be happy? Hadn’t they suffered enough?

As soon as one of the nurses entered her room, she helped Sae-bom rise from her bed and carefully guided her to the designated waiting area for the emergency center. There stood Si-eun’s mother, who she had met briefly before, and a group of three injured boys.

“Please stop being friends with Si-eun.” Si-eun’s mother pleaded, “Please.”

Anger flared in Sae-bom’s chest. How dare she? Did really not see how much suffering Si-eun was going through alone? Was she really so blind? “That’s not fair to ask them that.” She announced her presence to the group.

Si-eun’s mother jerked around while the others looked confused as to who she was. “Sae-bom.” The woman looked startled almost as if she had forgotten Sae-bom was still a constant presence in her son’s life. “You’re walking?”

Sae-bom ignored her bewilderment, “Is Si-eun okay?”

“He’s in stable condition.” She answered.

Sae-bom’s shoulders slump in relief. “He’s a fighter.” She commented. Albeit, it was mostly to ease her own mind.

She scrutinized Si-eun’s mother for having the audacity to try to sever Si-eun’s friendships. “You’re son has been lonely for a while now, but ever since they entered his life, he’s been…” She tried to find the right word. Happy? Sociable? "Content."

“Sae-bom,” She spoke with a cold tone, “I know you mean the world to my son, but with all due respect keep yourself out of my duties as a mother. These boys had brought nothing, but trouble to Si-eun’s life.”

She continued, “He’s been skipping cram school. He comes home late with bruises and gashes littered on his skin. They have been nothing, but bad influences on him.”

“You’re wrong.” Sae-bom swung her head back and forth in disagreement, “He’s been suffering all this time alone, carrying immense guilt over what happened, and these boys dragged him back from his self-punishment.”

“You never noticed because he endures quietly, but I’ve seen it: the remorseful glances, the insomnia, the seclusion.” She persisted, “How could you just stand by while he beared so much grief.”

His mother was tongue-tied. The sudden realization that she had never truly known much about her son was bubbling into something tangible and humiliating. She huffed before turning away from them and walking back to the emergency center. The group watched as she left with the exception of the nurse who awkwardly stood by.

Sae-bom observed her shrinking figure before focusing on the boys. “I’m sorry about her. She’s been more protective about Si-eun, but she means well.”

She could sense a familiarity with the boys before her. She had never met them before, but they held themselves in a way that felt familiar. It was like she was looking at an old photograph and reminiscing of her boys, but they weren’t them. They had slipped through her fingers as if they were grains of sand. Each falling victim to circumstance: a coma, an accident, and a loss of self-worth. Even she was touched by their stroke of bad luck and unfortunate happenstance.

The one who wore an all-black outfit was bloodied in the left side of his face. He must’ve just been in a fight. She thought. His skin had a more pronounced tan than the others. His eyes reflected a familiar undercurrent of guilt. One she had repeatedly seen in Si-eun's eyes.

“He called out to you.” He mentioned, “That day on the rooftop when Si-eun fought against Geum Seong-je. He apologized for getting into another fight.”

She quirked her head, “Who’s that?”

“Some crazy bastard.” Muttered the boy in a navy blue blazer over a white sweatshirt with a half zipper. He spoke with a tone of contempt.

“Thank you.” She said prying their focus, “I meant what I said before. You guys really helped Si-eun.”

“He’s our friend.” The shortest one with the glasses uttered. He wore a tan sweater over his school uniform. He had a puppy-like enthusiasm to him.

Her lips curved into a smile. Si-eun had chosen to surrounded himself with good friends. Her heart soared. The thought of his friends truly having his back just like she knew he had theirs was gratifying. Si-eun devoted his entire being to his friends. She seen it in the way he rescued Yeong-i and went in her and Su-ho’s place. He took a beating not meant for him.

The more she stood with the crutches the more sore her armpits felt.

She pulled her gaze from the boys and turned towards the nurse, who was still standing by her side, “Can you help me sit down? I’m a little out of breath.”

The nurse nodded and carefully maneuvered her to one of the chairs. She laid the crutches leaning on the chair to the right. They boys mirrored her and sat down in the chairs to her left. They studied her as if she was some new mysterious creature they had discovered.

“I’ll come back soon.” The nurse said, “Please stay here until I come back.” To which Sae-bom agreed.

“We can take her back.” The guy right next to her offered. It was the one in all-black. She deemed he was like the presumed leader of the group or maybe just the more extroverted one.

The nurse paused for a moment and shot a anxious glance at Sae-bom, “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah.” Sae-bom said.

The nurse hesitated before nodding. “I’ll check up on you in an hour or two.”

The group waited for the nurse to leave before the guys sprung questions at her.

"Are you Si-eun's girlfriend?"

"Has Si-eun always been emotionally constipated?"

"You've known Si-eun since before he transferred, no?"

It was a bewildering experience. They wanted to understand who she was and her connection to Si-eun. He had never been the most open person and she expected him to not have mentioned her. It wasn’t because she wasn’t an important figure in his life, she was, but there were circumstances that should remain in the past.

She laughed, “I’m not Si-eun’s girlfriend.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” She confirmed. “And from the day I met him, yes, he has always been like that and yes, I had met him before he transferred.”

“I’m Park Hu-min, but you can call me Baku.” He was the epitome of confidence. It was as if he didn't care that she was a stranger to him. All he knew was that she was Si-eun's friend and that was good enough for him. “The dumbass next to me is Go Hyun-tak. He goes by Gotak and the adorable one is Seo Jun-tae.”

She shot them a smile, “Nice to meet you all. I’m Na Sae-bom.”

The four of them just clicked like the final puzzle piece was returned to its intended spot. They spoke about nonsensical things to take their minds off of Si-eun’s condition at least for a little while. They grasped onto every word she said of untainted moments of her and Si-eun’s past.

Jun-tae and Hyun-tak walked home. It was dark enough for their parents to worry, but Hu-min stayed. He helped guide her back to her room, with her instructions, as his hand hovered over her back.

“Thank you for walking me back.” Sae-bom could just see the outline of the door frame.

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t keep my word.” He joked. In the small time spent together, he made constant jokes. Some faltered between the line of genuine teasing and flirtatious; however she didn’t pay them much mind.

Just as she was gonna take another step her muscles tightened before a sharp intense ache coursed through her. In turn, her body involuntary spasmed. All she could discern was the gnawing pang and failed to realized she was falling.

Hu-min promptly held her trembling body close to his own. A small strangled sound escaped her lips and he whispered soft reassurances in her ear. Her palms gripped on the flaps of his sweater as she waited for the pain to subside.

“I’m sorry.” She croaked as the trembling ceased.

“It’s okay. We’re almost there.” He scooped her into his arms as he made his way into the room. He delicately laid her on the bed before rushing to get the crutches that were left on the hallway floor.

She was mortified. She had been told there was a possibility she’d experience spasms. The doctors had told her it was a sign of recovery, but for it to happen in front of a stranger.

Hu-min came back with the crutches in hand. He leaned them against the bed. “Are you okay? Do I need to call for a nurse?”

No, she wasn't okay. She wanted to say, but instead gave him an insincere smile, “I'm fine. It wasn't serious. It's just a sign of my recovery."

“Are you sure?” He asked, “Seeing you like that scared me.”

She nodded, “I’m sure.”

He observed her for a moment before accepting her words. “How long are you in here for?”

“A few weeks to a few months.” She disclosed.

"Why so long?" He couldn’t resist his curiosity.

“Um…” She thought for a moment. “It takes a while to recover from paralysis.”

His eyes grew wide. “You were paralyzed?”

She hummed, “Yup. It's been a year and a half since. I started making progress a few weeks ago. Now, it's just a gamble of when I can go home.”

“So what’s the first thing you want to do when you get out?” He pushed one of the visitor chairs closer to the hospital bed before planting himself on it.

“I want to fix Su-ho’s bike.” She admitted. “Before the incident, a few guys cut his breaks and I want to be usable when he wakes up.”

He processed her words, “What else?”

“Maybe walk around the park or anywhere really.” She hadn’t come up with concrete plans. She just knew she missed the city lights.

“You can watch me and the gang play basketball sometime.” He suggested. “When you’re let out.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun. I can show you all of my cool moves. I’m like a reanimated Hanamichi Sakuragi.”

She paused for a moment before correcting, “You mean reincarnated?”

“Yeah, that.” He pretended to dribble an imaginary ball and shoot it at the trashcan near the doorway. He reenacted cheers of an excited audience.

She grinned before cheering him on, "You're something else."

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taufikaulia · 1 year ago

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Support System (?)

Menikah itu berarti siap menjadi support system untuk pasangan. Lebih tepatnya, menikah itu berarti SALING menjadi support system satu sama lain.

Harus mulai dari mana?

Mulai dari apa yang jadi kewajiban masing-masing. Kewajiban istri adalah hak suami. Kewajiban suami adalah hak istri.

Hak itu bisa berarti kebutuhan. Tidak terpenuhinya hak bisa berarti pula tidak terpenuhinya kebutuhan. Dan tidak terpenuhinya kebutuhan akan menimbulkan rasa ketidakpuasan. Ketidakpuasan akan membuat seseorang ragu untuk bilang yes saat ditanya, “Are you happy?”

Saat seseorang merasakan ketidakbahagiaan dalam pernikahannya, ini jadi alert agar perlu waspada. Dan membiarkannya berlarut-larut tanpa ada penyelesaian malah akan menjadi bom waktu.

Bagaimana bisa menjadi supporting system bila hal-hal dasar yang menjadi hak saja tidak terpenuhi?

Berangkat dari logika sederhana. Penuhi hak pasanganmu, perjuangkan hakmu. Selebihnya, adalah perkara mudah untuk menjadi supporting system satu sama lain dalam hal apapun.

Intinya, berangkatlah dari sadar akan kewajiban.

#quotes #nasehat #inspirasi #quoteoftheday #motivasi #taufik aulia #islam #tulisan #cinta #dakwah

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liquid-bonhomme · 8 months ago

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Okay, part two. Let's go girls, gays and theys, Papa Polarity ain't saved yet.

[Part 1] [Part3]

Lily Commits Elder Gay Mutant Abuse, feat. "Eldritch Lily" (Part 2)

Everything gets worse . . .

4:13: Lily mischaracterizes Charles Xavier, throws up a Martin Luthor King quote she either doesn't understand or didn't read carefully enough, going full whyte. (Never go full whyte.)

How much do I need to dignify this by explaining why this is fucking asinine? Charles is a pacifist for the most part. A recognized and respected form of activism and protest. Like, the least charitable interpretation of what Lily's trying to say here is that figures like Gahndi, Abbie Hoffman, and dear old MLK himself are posers complicit in the oppression two of them lost their fucking life to.

That quote is referring to white people passively complicit in racism that just want black people to shut the fuck up Lily-- not passive forms of activism.

You know, it's one thing to be profoundly fucking wrong about cartoons, it's an entirely different beast when you're profoundly wrong about shit like this. Absolutely fucking ghoulish.

It feels weird pivoting back to the costumed vigilantes with funky genes, but we gotta keep going. Ironically for how much Lily is focusing on the movies here-- one of my issues with the way Charles is portrayed is he keeps casually threatening people/doing shady shit and getting away with it. Makes you question why it's framed as okay when he does it and not when it's Erik. Charles isn't a saint, he shouldn't be portrayed as one, and there's a lot of thematic dissonance when the films feel the need to lampshade the shit he gets up to less he lose the moral high ground.

4:50: OH HERE WE GO.

5:00: Lily goes on a long rant about the "activists who GO TOO FAR" trope in media.

I technically agree with her, but I can tell by the examples she's giving that she's parroting things Hbomberguy said in his RWBY video, just in a less charitable tone. So, really I agree with Hbomberguy.

She's not wrong that the BoM and Magneto sometimes wanders into this territory (I mean, they were originally 'The Brotherhood of Evil Mutant' and all that) unfortunately, but she hasn't supported that position at all. I have to assume she's heard this brought up somewhere else, this isn't exactly a unique take by any means. I doubt she's actually familiar enough with the content to create an original cohesive argument.

Lily doesn't like moral ambiguity in her media. That would be fine if she wasn't this butthurt that other people feel very differently.

6:05: "And yes, you knew we were getting to it! [ . . .] Almost all of Legend of Korras main villians start at a good through line. But then some twist comes up that makes everything they said before completely pointless."

THESE TWO, "START AT A GOOD THROUGH LINE!?"

LILLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

6:15: "Season one's Amon is a socialist activist who cares about the oppression of non-benders by benders-- until it turns out that he doesn't."

I know this is a popular interpretation of the equalitists, especially given that their name is 'the equalists,' but actually the show never gives us enough information about the sociopolitical dynamics of benders and non-benders to say for sure. I'm not going to get into it here, if you want my full breakdown and analysis on the social politics of Avatar, let me know. In summary, it's tempting to assume benders would be the dominant class as they have literal powers, but that's not really how systemic power works. There's conflicting inference on what the dynamics are, and it may be different depending on the nation. The equalists are schrodinger's activists. They could be the Black Panthers, they could be the Proud Boys. That is not me making a false equivalency between those two groups, it's just never established if their perceived systemic persecution is real or imagined.

This isn't really a criticism of Lily. That it is so ambiguous is a flaw in the show. The interpretation Amon is supposed to be a socialist is as valid as any. Well. . . It's an extremely reductive interpretation of a socialist, and I know Lily doesn't know what a socialist actually is, but I'm trying to be charitable when possible here.

I do LIKE Korra myself, to be clear. But, yeah. There's problems.

6:31: "Season four's Kuvira wants to stitch the Earth Kingdom back together but doesn't want to restore an oppressive monarchy like everyone else does. And then declares that she is the dictator of the Earth Kingdom."

Yeah, that is just a thing that has happened in history, Lily. When there's a power vacuum left by a sudden or violent upheaval of a tyrant, unfortunately often another tyrant at least attempts to take their place. This is one of the reasons why former colonies struggle to cultivate stability-- societies and communities can get fucked in the ass by this kind of shit. This isn't a pro-monarchy message Lily-- consider maybe trying to learn things now and again.

This is why people call you a fake leftist Lily. Doing (relatively) minor gestures of good will like handing out food for a short period then pulling the rug out from under the people once they're complicit is right out of the facist playbook. You are virtually doing the exact thing you accused Rebecca Sugar of, but for real.

You're being outfoxed by a kid's show again.

6:44: "Season two's Unalaq [you get the idea.]"

Lily is pro gentrification until you involve demon kites I guess. I'm confused why she thinks he ever had any good intentions, it's telegraphed immediately he's a bad dude. He's also by far the worst villain-- as in, the worst written.

7:10: "All of them go 'the status quo is bad therefore commence genocide' like they got their political theory from fucking Vaush."

By your line of thinking so did Firelord Sozin:

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"I had my own vision for a brighter future . . ."

I don't like Vaush either, but-- this isn't even the pot calling the kettle black. This is the blackened grime on the pot calling the kettle black.

GOD THIS VIDEO IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT MAGNETO. WE'VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT KORRA FOR ALMOST THIS WHOLE POST.

7:19: "The entire show you're watching Korra become a stooge for the status quo every single time. 'The problem isn't that the system is bad, it's that the wrong people are in charge.' And then they inevitably change the status like bringing democracy to the Earth Kingdom and you're left wondering-- wait, why wasn't the other person doing this!?"

I did not edit those two statements together. That is, in fact, Lily pointing out why her own arguments are stupid in the very next breath. Thanks for saving me the effort, I guess.

7:45: "Why weren't the characters you set up to do these things . . . Doing the things?!"

Because they weren't set up to do these things Lily. They're the antagonists. They ideologically were designed to be foils for Korra to overcome.

Korra's political messages aren't even that deep, and yet you're this incapable from telling even obvious totalitarian right-wing ideology and mild liberalism apart.

8:10: "It's so nakedly obvious how protective of the status quo these stories are."

This is, in a very abstract way, a valid criticism of Korra. This is a common problem in a lot of media, and Korra is far from the worst offender. I think it does breach past this to some extent, just not as much as I would have personally liked with all its seasons.

But make no mistake this is Lily again, taking something Lily has seen someone else say and putting that opinion through a blender.

Let's not beat around the bush here, Lily just wanted to bitch about Korra again. It's almost like she thinks if she repeats her idiotic media analysis enough, maybe THIS time people will realize how brilliant she is.

8:27: "A victim of abuse, torture or r@pe trying to kill her [only 'her,' huh?] abuser in vengeance is right to do so."

Okay, that's enough of this for now. Part 3 coming soon.

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sassay-fox · 3 months ago

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Clearly Alfred is not a 911 fan....planning on hitting when the hiatus is finally over....

We are just playing the waiting game now...while Alfred decides whether he wants to visit Brisbane and the Sunshine Coast or the theme parks on the Gold Coast.....but he will pretty much be visiting all of it, plus a bit of northern New South Wales too....

Stay safe lovelies....also check on the BOM website for ACTUAL updates on the weather system, not the hyped up news reports ok? Also....please stay home....especially don't go to the beach. I get that the waves are tempting for surfers but even Mick Fanning got injured surfing the waves yesterday and he's a professional!

Don't be lulled into a false sense of security with the blue skies...Alfred is pulling weather in and has slowed down....but he is still coming.

#australian weather #911 abc #cyclone alfred #qld weather #the ocean is not for me

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bitcell · 2 years ago

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richas' making roier go to the coffee plantation and do the bom dia tradition with leo, right after richas cheating the system to help to do leo's task I LOVE THE FAMILIOEIR

#lb #qsmp #roier

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pluralquotebook · 8 months ago

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oh my GODS i have so many of these, we keep a quotebook in our phone notes so sorry for the longass post. some of these are interactions insys some are with irl/outside folks

mom, playing christian music in the car: josie: aggressive hissing mom: dont hiss at the lord

someone???: are you mississippi? cause ur the only ten i see. wait, no-

vee: im gonna drown my sorrows in loud aggressive emo music

josie: "karen" can be geder neutral, dont be racist

unknown: yoinky sploinky connor: what the fuck?

irl friend: whos fronting? janus: vee, obviously irl: oh hi janus jan: ???

river: little feral babies (i have no context for this one idek)

josie: bath bomb bath bom bomb bath bomb in the bath bomb- blow up ur house!!

tommy, to our mom: sometimes ur more system coded than me, and im british at the moment

angel: the level of pure, unadulterated homophobia. this is what our world has come to. (he spilled his ranch dressing)

angel, again: YOU WHORE! ok, i cannot be speaking, but- (spotify gave him an ad)

vee: why am i anxous? oh, right. (thats his role)

manik: ON THIS EPISODE OF: MANIK HAS PROBLEMATIC OPINIONS!! thats also sexism <3

i love this hellhole (/aff) of a system my headmates are actually so funny sometimes

#mod 🛣️#mod 🛣️'s favorites #plural quotes #system sillies #plural memes #system memes #plural stuff #endo safe #pro endo #pluralgang #plural gang #endo friendly #plural system #twistedcollective quote #ask to tag

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roturo · 2 years ago

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MOONLIGHT SUNRISE

summary: You never thought your modeling career wouldn't turn the way it did, but, maybe this new world was a new opportunity to also find love?

warnings: smut, bdsm (mentions of it, but it's not implied yet.), fingering, nipple play, edging, orgasm denial, straddling, modeling au, fashionista?!gojo satoru, model!reader.

IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END.

TUMBLR IS BASED ON A REBLOG SYSTEM. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK. THANK YOU. ENJOY. SMUT BELOW THE CUT.

“I know you are awake! Open the door! It's good news!” Your best-friend, and roommate kept calling your name through the door, yesterday wasn't a great night. You failed at the mission to be part of some runaways, because 'you don't fit the concept' so what else you could expect? How could you achieve your modeling career?

You opened the door, and your best-friend sprinted towards you, pushing you so you could lay again on bed. “You’ve some job to do tonight.” She told you, grabbing her phone from her pocket, “Oh my god, it's not my time to do the laundry this week- you know-“

“You´re going to a runaway! I got you the job!”

“what??“

And she was right. You got the job! But this didn't seem like a normal runaway at all. You were waiting for the make-up artist to arrive while everyone had already changed into some 'weird' clothes, mostly black and silver, which, you suppose that's the theme... but... some of them, had quite different accessories.

Handcuffs... nipple clamps, harness.... were those pet collars?... gags...

“Oh! You're the newbie! A friend of mine talked me about you.” A man got closer to you, he called your name and you simple nodded. ¨Great! Here, take your clothes, this are some puffy handcuffs, well, because you're new, and we don’t want to hurt those pretty wrists. You can ask someone else to help you put them on, then… we have a black basic satin dress, pretty cute! I know, and a satin matching blindfold. So now go! Fiu! Show me what you got butterfly!¨

W....what? Everything happened in a flash, everything is happening in a flash. He pushed you into what you suppose it's a changing room...

You changed into your new clothes... no shoes... they were doing your makeup, nothing too much, you could see it was pretty natural. ¨Oh dear, you're the new one right? Want me to help you with those?¨ The makeup artist signaled at the shiny silver handcuff, with some puffy black bom-boms, you shyly nodded.

Without you telling them, they also got the blindfold on your head, how were you supposed to see? Man, I don't even know, and they were already telling you to do a line.

They were about 2 people in front of you, seeing by the small space between your blindfold and nose, only seeing the floor and feet. You felt someone slightly pushing you to start walking.

You were praying to god to not let you fall this time, one two three, one two three, was all in your head, toe heel, toe heel, you're doing it great!

Not realizing some blur orbs followed you along.

You thought this was over? Well, too bad for you, because now it's exhibition time so buyers can see what they are buying to play with! Isn't this amazing?

You couldn't see anything, trying your best to stay still, but you swear some woman was examining even the pores of your face. “I've never seen you here? Are you new here?”

She got closer to you, feeling her breathing on your face, she grabbed your hair, twirling it around her finger. “Aren't you cute?” She pulled her finger with your hair, a small whine leaving you. “Get on your knees.”

Her voice sounded demanding, it's like something controlled you. You got one knee down first and then the other. She left an astonished laugh, like she couldn't believe what she saw... not like you can.

“You don't even know nothing about BDSM! What are you doing here?”

You could hear her saying some bad remarks of your posture and how you 'aren't well trained' hearing some giggles at the distant.

She mildly slapped you, causing you to finally break-down, some tears spilling out of your eyes, thanks to the embarrassment, you were scared, mostly because you don't know what you got into.

When you felt you were about to get another hit, another voice came into space.

“Why don't you respect the models who are offering you the little toys you will use for your couple? Or are you jealous they look better on her than in you?” Her hand was tightly trapped by the other persons hand. “You better leave, because security already knows what you did, and they'll get you.”

You heard a huff from the lady, you flinched at the feeling of someone else untying your blindfold to be met with some beautiful blue crystal eyes, some white hair, and a black suit. He might be the handsomest man you ever seemed in your life. He caressed your cheek, tilting your head to the side, searching for any bruises. Then he smiled with no teeth. “Get up darling, it's okay.”

You haven't realized the big height difference between you two until you were completely up.

“Thank you...?”

“Satoru darling, call me Satoru.”

“I can’t fucking believe you!” Your best friend laughed when you told her about what happened, if she’s isn’t a bitch….

“I don’t know how you can laugh at what YOU did.”

“If i’m being honest with you, I knew it was a bdsm runaway, been into that shit for some years now, but I didn’t know the GOJO SATORU was going to be there and save your ass! You don’t know how lucky you are”

“What are you talking about? They humiliated me there! At least they had to pay me as good as they did, and thankfully they also gave me a bonus for the ‘misunderstanding’ And I couldn’t care less about Gojo Satoru, I don’t even know who he is.”

Your friend gave you the same bitchy face as the old lady from the exhibition… asshole. “What do you mean you don’t know Gojo Satoru? He’s like one of the best fashionista’s not only in the BDSM style but, in Europe he’s an icon!”

“So…?” You asked, looking for your phone somewhere in the sheets of your bed.

“So? He’s like your big chance for your modeling career! The next Bella Hadid!” She made a gesture with her hands like a rainbow, while making a serious face trying to imitate a model.

When you found your phone, the first thing you saw in your lock screen was a new text-message from an unknown number, which you showed to your friend and signaled her to open it.

“No fucking way.” Your best friend took your phone out of your hands, she couldn’t believe it.

And no fucking way, indeed. The Gojo Satoru was offering you to work for him, not only as model but as… his sub?

What?…

As you entered his house, because, obviously your friend ‘wouldn’t let you loose a chance like this’, she taught you a little bit of what’s BDSM and how it’s executed beforehand. Something new for you, but you couldn’t criticize people for their sexual preferences when you haven’t even tried it yet.

You sat at an incredible large table on Satoru’s house, (more like a mansion for you), waiting for him. His, what you suppose, assistant, told you to wait there and brought you a glass of water. As you were looking around, Satoru sat next to you.

“It’s a pretty house, isn’t it?” You looked at his beautiful blue eyes, loosing yourself in them, even though you could barely see them with those black round little glasses he was using.

Both of your introduced to the other, more formally, pulling a small chat between the both of you to know each other. Where you work, how old are you, likes and dislikes, you learned he used to be a modeling teacher before he started his formal career as a fashionista, he was also a model, he achieved a lot of things even when he’s really young. He’s really charismatic and funny, made you feel like you known him for your whole life.

But then… He suddenly pulled a folder from down the table and put in front of you.

“You can found the contract for your modeling career, we give you a paycheck every month about 30k, depends on what you do, obviously, if you accept being my sub, that’s the price, if you want to only be a model it would be reduced to 15k. You can also found a paper where you’ll give your consent to what kinks, toys, you would like to use. Depending of how you adapt you can quit or add one. But for now, it’s for the first 3 months, then you could change it.”

…

….

What the fuck. Everything was going great, what happened to hello? How are you? this changed really, really quickly.

Satoru laughed at your innocence, you couldn’t believe what was happening that you didn’t even realized you said it out loud.

“Of course, you don’t have to sign the sub contract now, we can try some more vainilla things, or just model.”

“Vainilla?” You tilted your face, looking at him, you couldn’t deny it, he’s a nice, very nice, looking guy, broad shoulders, long and strong legs, same as the arms, tall, and a pretty smile. You felt really flustered when he defended you from that lady the other day.

“Yeah, vainilla, normal sex, just fuck you and that. Or…are you a virgin?” You felt the blood rushing to your face, how could he talk about this things so normally?

“I had sex… one-two times….” You said, in a shy voice which was barely loud enough to hear.

He chuckled, his hand sliding to grab yours. “Wanna have a third time?”

“Huh?” Did you heard that right? Is he asking you to have sex?

“Do you want me to fuck you so you can see if you feel comfortable?” This time he said it slower, trying to see if your confused face would change into something else so he can know if you understood him.

“H-here?…”

“If you want to fuck here, then I guess that’s okay! Tables can be quite useful” He stood up from his seat, unbuttoning his jacket.

“Wait, wait wait! No!” He took off his jacket, and he laughed. “I’m not undressing myself sweetheart, I can tell how you’re feeling about all this, is something new to you, I understand it.”

“Uh…” You really wanted to try this, it’s something new, and it sparked some curiosity in you.

“We can try kissing?”

“Kissing?” He seemed confused, he thought he would need you known you for some time more, so you could get familiar with him, but as it seemed, you were interested in this new world of BDSM.

“If you’re comfortable about that, it’s good for me, maybe later I can take you for a coffee or tea, depending what you like.” He gave you a small smile with a wink, sitting again.

Without giving a second thought, you stood up from your seat, taking shy steps until you were in front of him. Something about him felt so familiar, you couldn’t understand what made you feel comfortable in his presence, it’s like this was something you’ve done plenty of time. You slowly sat on his lap, grabbing your arms around his neck, his hand sliding around your waist. And like that, you gave him a small peck on his lips. His face was the same as you, shocked, he wouldn’t think you would have the courage to this.

You could see a small shade of pink on his cheeks and ears, making you giggle and give him another peck. This was fun. His hand grabbed your waist in a more possessive way, it’s like it was meant to be there.

His other hand, grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you into a kiss.

You didn’t meant to rush it, but his lips on yours felt so good that your body started unconsciously moving back and forth, you heard a small groan coming out of him and the hand that was on your head slid down to grab you by the waist too, helping you straddle him.

A small whine left your mouth when the button of his jeans touched your clothed pussy, this feeling was so hard to explain, it just felt so right.

His lips felt just as soft and heavenly as your imagination had remembered, sweet and addicting just like him.

With a sigh, you slipped your hand into his hair, tugging a bit at the soft tendrils at the back of his head.

You nearly shivered at the grunt he let out in response to the action, bucking his hips up to meet yours making you let out a hum of approval into his mouth.

Rolling your hips down onto him in response, your breath caught in your throat as he gripped your hips to guide your movements into his bulge, thrusting up off the bed to meet you as you both let out noises of satisfaction into each other’s mouths.

“How slow do you want to take this?” He asked, almost sounding pained as he panted up at you. The look in his eyes wasn’t one you were familiar with on him; wild and nearly starved.

“I… I’ve just never…”

“It’s okay darling, i’ll help you through it.”

He gets you to lay down on the table, not completely, but comfortable enough. Satoru licks and pecks every part of your body. With your arms wrapped around his neck. He kisses you slowly from your forehead, nose, lips, shoulders, collarbone , and breasts . He stopped for a while, just about your nipple. He glances up at you for a minute , he can see you were showing your vulnerable and desperate body. It wasn’t your intention, but your position and expression showed it all.

A small smirk forms on his lips before he gets under your shirt and starts to slowly suck and lick on your nipple, from time to time. The sensation makes you whimper, but he was going painfully slow with everything. You want him inside of you already and to fuck you hard.

One of his hands slid through your body until your jeans. Unbuttoning them, he inserted his hand through your panties, his fingertips brushed through your folds, coating them in your juices and you whined when you felt him rub slowly at your clit. “how long have you been like this.” his voice was so calm, a contrast to how shaky your breath was.

“When I… I started kissing you.” You gasped and he started applying more pressure to your clit.

“Poor baby.” he cooed at you. “You must be so needy.” his fingers teased at your entrance and you bucked your hips towards his hand, causing him to chuckle.

He eased one of his fingers inside you and a soft moan left your lips, your hips moving to ride his finger, his eyes intensely staring at you. “more.” you whined quietly.

“More?” he smirked and inserted another finger, feeling how your walls clenched around his digits, his hand moving to match the movements of your hips, thrusting his finger in and out of your pussy and you could ear the wet sounds it did.

Your whimpers and moans started getting louder, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder over the fabric of his white shirt and he groaned at the feeling, letting his head fall back into your neck, staring at you with hooded eyes as you fucked yourself on his fingers. not only his fingers felt amazing but he also looked so good in front of you and just looking at him fingering you could send you over the edge. His thumb came up to rub at your clit and your teeth sinked into your bottom lip, the feeling becoming too intense.

His fingers thrusted inside of you faster and deeper, your juices running down his hand as his thumb applied even more pressure on your clit and you were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t even kiss him properly anymore, too focused on how good his fingers felt inside you.

“Cum on my fingers, baby.” He broke the kiss for a short second, encouraging you, and then went back to devouring your mouth. your fingers intertwined with the locks of his hair, pulling slightly at it causing him to groan and the feeling became too much to hold it in anymore, he suddenly stopped. A familiar ring coming through your phone. He chuckled at your face. Dry tears covered your face, hickeys all around your neck, and you were slowly moving your hips to gain the friction back.

You left a small whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, he inserted them on his mouth, moaning at the taste. He then grabbed your phone and gave it to you.

“That’s only a preview of what you could get if you accept my offer” And with that, he just winked and left.

A/N: This was really rushed tbh, i thought of turning this into a series, but recently i've been feeling pretty bad with my english, mostly because i think i'm not good enough at writing, or expressing the story the way i would've wanted to be. I have plently of cool ideas, but i can't do them since i feel like they won't be good enough. And that's how i've been feeling about my writings recently, i think they're REALLY bad. So i might take a break, idk, maybe keep trying, or just quit. I'm still thinking about it. So i hope you enjoyed this one :)

#gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader smut

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nickjunesource · 22 days ago

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GILEAD É EUGENISTA. A POSSIBILIDADE DE O FILHO DA ROSE TER ALGUMA ANOMALIA OU PROBLEMA DE SAÚDE JA FOI MENCIONADO UMA VEZ, A FRAGILIDADE SA SAÚDE DA ROSE FOI MENCIONADO MUITAS VEZES, E WORTON COMENTOU COM A SERENA DE COMO FOI DIFÍCIL PROTEGER A VIDA DA FILHA 'CLARO QUE ELE ESTAVA SE VENDENDOCOMO BIM HOMEM'. ACHA QUE GILEAD TEM POLÍTICA DE EXTERMÍNIO A BEBÊS ATÍPICOS? E QUE ELES PODERIAM MATAR O BEBÊ DO NICK? ESSE SERIA UM BOM MOTIVO PARA ELE ODIAR GILEAD.

Hey, none of us know Portuguese, so we'll answer in English and then attach a translation run through google translate. We hope that this is alright and that it's still understandable.

Olá, nenhum de nós sabe português, então responderemos em inglês e depois anexaremos uma tradução feita pelo Google Tradutor. Esperamos que esteja tudo bem e que ainda seja compreensível.

The question and response in English is as follows:

GILEAD IS A EUGENIST. THE POSSIBILITY OF ROSE'S SON HAVING SOME ABNORMALITY OR HEALTH PROBLEM HAS ALREADY BEEN MENTIONED ONCE, THE FRAGILITY OF ROSE'S HEALTH HAS BEEN MENTIONED MANY TIMES, AND WORTON COMMENTED WITH SERENA ABOUT HOW DIFFICULT IT WAS TO PROTECT HIS DAUGHTER'S LIFE 'OF COURSE HE WAS SELLING HIMSELF AS A GOOD MAN'. DO YOU THINK GILEAD HAS A POLICY OF EXTERMINING ATYPICAL BABIES? AND THAT THEY COULD KILL NICK'S BABY? THAT WOULD BE A GOOD REASON FOR HIM TO HATE GILEAD.

So in the books, babies that are born disabled are killed which means that it's very possible that on the show we will see this happen to Rose and Nick's baby, even for something minor like hip dysplasia. Unlike Wharton who was a wealthy, powerful man even before Gilead, within it Nick is not and so it's likely he'd not have the influence to protect Rose and their child. If this is what happens, it would be yet another reason for Nick to hate Gilead and would be the final straw, meaning he'd finally leave as there is nothing left for him there any more and he'd have seen that even as a Commander he cannot change things in Gilead; that there is no reforming the system from within and no using New Bethlehem to make Gilead safer and better.

We're not sure how likely this story is though. The remarks last season came from a cruel, ableist wife who wanted to hurt Rose and were meant to show Gilead's bigotry rather than to hint at the baby being disabled. The mentions of Rose's issues with this pregnancy seem to be pointing at how she herself is struggling rather than the baby having issues. So we're wondering if perhaps instead that Rose has problems while Baby is fine, and when Rose herself needs help, that help is denied because Baby has a heartbeat and is considered more important than she is to Gilead. We've been told that Wharton is the worst Commander ever, yet nothing we've seen points to that yet. But if Rose were in trouble but the baby is fine, and Nick is unable to help Rose and he turns to her father who picks the baby over her, that would make him the worst. This would line up with current political issues in the United States and would also give Nick another reason to hate Gilead and a reason to finally defect and choose the rebellion- he'd be inspired by Rose instead of June and he'd be fighting for better treatment for all women and not just June.

We shall see though! Not too long until we find out.

Aqui está a versão traduzida da nossa resposta:

Então, nos livros, bebês que nascem com deficiência são mortos, o que significa que é bem possível que na série vejamos isso acontecer com o bebê de Rose e Nick, mesmo por algo menor como displasia coxofemoral. Ao contrário de Wharton, que era um homem rico e poderoso mesmo antes de Gilead, dentro dela Nick não é, e portanto é provável que ele não tenha influência para proteger Rose e seu filho. Se isso acontecer, seria mais um motivo para Nick odiar Gilead e seria a gota d'água, significando que ele finalmente iria embora, já que não havia mais nada para ele lá e ele teria percebido que, mesmo como Comandante, não poderia mudar as coisas em Gilead; que não há como reformar o sistema internamente e não há como usar Nova Belém para tornar Gilead mais segura e melhor. Não temos certeza da probabilidade dessa história, no entanto. Os comentários da temporada passada vieram de uma esposa cruel e capacitista que queria machucar Rose e tinham como objetivo mostrar a intolerância de Gilead, em vez de insinuar que o bebê era deficiente. As menções aos problemas de Rose com esta gravidez parecem apontar para como ela própria está lutando, em vez de o bebê ter problemas. Então, nos perguntamos se talvez, em vez disso, Rose tenha problemas enquanto o bebê está bem, e quando a própria Rose precisa de ajuda, essa ajuda é negada porque o bebê tem batimentos cardíacos e é considerado mais importante do que ela para Gilead. Disseram-nos que Wharton é o pior Comandante de todos os tempos, mas nada do que vimos aponta para isso até agora. Mas se Rose estivesse em apuros, mas o bebê estivesse bem, e Nick não conseguisse ajudar Rose e recorresse ao pai dela, que escolheria o bebê em vez dela, isso o tornaria o pior. Isso se alinharia com as questões políticas atuais nos Estados Unidos e também daria a Nick mais um motivo para odiar Gilead e um motivo para finalmente desertar e escolher a rebelião – ele se inspiraria em Rose em vez de June e lutaria por um tratamento melhor para todas as mulheres, e não apenas para June. Veremos! Não vai demorar muito para descobrirmos.

#nick blaine #rose wharton #tht s6 spoilers #the handmaid's tale #asks

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marrmora · 10 months ago

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! Welcome. We are The Blades or The BoM. // RE-MAKE OF OUR OLD INTRODUCTION !! // Other accounts: @roroleine (Userboxes/BAH packs/other) @killingbirdswithastone (writing)

Collective names: The blades/BoM, Voltron

Pronouns: He/him (Collectively), Blade/Bladeself (Collectively), Nyx/Nyxself (Collectively), separate pronouns for everyone are at the end of the collective stuff We have ADHD, and researching into getting tested for autism and DID. We are probably disabled, and we are also probably mentally and physically unstable. It does plug in with our alterhumanity, but not everyone is like this, so don’t go saying this to everyone. We are alterhuman for multiple reasons.

We identify as male collectively. Special interests: Voltron (all remakes), The Great Gatsby (Movie and book), Heavens official blessing, Mythology, Biology, Fashion and hand animation movies. We also love vampire and Victorian history! Bite bite blooooddddd !!! Dni: None! Keep it that way!

We have 20+ headmates, most showing up as homestuck characters. We are a fictive heavy system, and we will make an intro for all of us soon 💜 Fictotypes: Keith (VLD), Lance (VLD), Blue and red lion (VLD), Kurt Kelly (1989 Heathers), Lotor (VLD), Lotor (Voltron force), Lotor (1984 Voltron), Miku (Vocaloid, Resembles a blue crab), Madam Teagan (Dandy’s world) Fictolink: Kolivan (VLD), Feng Xin (TGCF)

AUtypes: Keith (Keith AU, Horror), Lorenzo (Lance AU Sweeney Todd), Keith (Keith AU, Sweeney Todd), Keith Ervan (Keith AU, mythology)

Kintypes: Shapeshifter, Vampire (Phsycially), God/Divine (NOT A RELIGIOUS GOD!), Zombie

Concepttypes: Periodic table (SPECIFICALLY radioactive elements), Numeral code, Heathers/RENT musicals, most Voltron remakes + the original (BESIDES the 3rd dimension one and the vehicle one. I think.), and I’m genuinely a whole convention.

Theriotypes: A seriously big bat, Bernese mountain dog (Paratype of Kurt Kelly)

All of these are /srs. We mean all of this.

All userboxes are created by us :)

Enjoy our blog!

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aioons · 1 month ago

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bom dia, boa tarde, boa noite, tag! melody aqui. 21+, ela/dela. to me aventurando a voltar a jogar 1x1 depois de um tempo fora. no meu fixado tem mais informações sobre mim, minhas regras e as tags de wanted, mas também tenho alguns plots matutando na cabeça e alguns ships e opposites que queria muito, então vou deixá-los debaixo do read more. se algo te interessar, pode deixar o like ou mandar mensagem ♡

wanted plots

(f/f, tw para traição e possível age gap) muse a é dona de casa, casada com um homem rico que lhe garante uma vida pra lá de confortável materialmente — e um casamento insosso e infeliz de brinde. muse b passa a trabalhar na casa de muse a (como piscineira? como tutora do filho que muse a talvez tenha? a decidir, vamos plotar!). muse b parece ser o oposto de muse a: livre, mais jovem, solteira, e confiante em sua sexualidade... e, bem, tudo na medida certa pra despertar vontades e sentimentos desconhecidos (ou esquecidos) em muse a.

(f/f ) em que nosses muses são escalades como protagonistas de um ql (bl ou gl) e agora têm que passar um monte de tempo juntes, entre os workshops pra construir química e os ensaios e as gravações e a divulgação, e têm que fazer fanservice, e dividir quarto nas viagens, e... bom. em algum momento o fanservice não é mais só pras fãs. obs: esse é o único plot que eu vou pedir pra se passar na tailândia ou em taiwan, já que essa cultura de ships de ql é bem forte nesses países — mas a tailândia, por exemplo, tem descendente de pessoas de todo canto do mundo na indústria de entretenimento.

(f/f ou m/m) em que muse a é alguma celebridade (atore/cantore) que cria uma conta falsa nas redes (xwitter/bluesky/weibo, algo assim) pra conhecer melhor ês fãs, e começa a conversar com muse b, fã de carteirinha de muse a. a parte complicada é que eles vão conversando e sentimentos se desenvolvem e muse b quer muito conhecer muse a pessoalmente, mas muse a não posta foto por nada no mundo, então muse b fica com medo de ser vítima de catfishing. muse a não quer perder muse b, então decide se revelar, e óbvio que muse b não acredita que muse a é... su ídole (esse plot é 100% um bunny antigo que ronda pela tag há um tempo, mas eu perdi ele e não consigo dar os devidos créditos, perdão)

(f/f) um plot de amizade colorida que começa assim "*whispers* a f/f thread where they’re two best friends, coworkers, whatever. who are both single and decide to spend valentine’s day together watching movies, eating snacks and drinking wine as gal pals but at some point of the night they’re singing to their favorite song because FUCK YEAH they sooo don’t need a man and slow dancing and there’s too much wine in their system and it’s all too unintentionally romantic that they start kissing and oh….." (x)

(f/f ou m/m) um bom drama histórico/palaciano em que muse a se infiltra na corte de muse b pra lhe espionar, com a missão de derrocar seu reinado... mas acaba se apaixonando.

(f/f ou f/m) isso não é bem um plot específico, mas um pedido de plot pra uma ideia de personagem que tenho. ela é do tipo durona, que se acostumou a cuidar das irmãs mais novas desde cedo e a resolver tudo sozinha, então tá acostumada a engolir os sentimentos e não mostrar vulnerabilidade, mesmo sendo desesperadamente solitária lá no fundo. também é descrente no amor. queria um shipzinho que fizesse ela se apaixonar mesmo que ela não queira, alguém que insista em fazer parte da vida dela e exercer companheirismo e ajudar ela com tudo mesmo que ela tente resistir. o plot pode ser de amizade colorida, de amizade, alguém que trabalha no mesmo lugar que ela, ex-colega de trabalho, pessoa que por acaso ouviu ela desabafar muito bêbada e uma amizade surgiu daí... to aberta a tudo.

wanted ships

daou pittaya/offroad kantapon

jeff satur/apo nattawin

earth pirapat/mix sahaphap

e, por fim: um jeff satur de opposite, eu imploro (m/m ou m/f não importa, podemos escolher um plot em conjunto também)

#1x1 br #wanted plot.

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thebirdandhersong · 5 months ago

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Okay so this year I watched a total of six dramas (seven if I manage to finish Run On before the new year, which might sound unlikely, but let's be for real: I have no plans, no friends living nearby, and no willpower to do anything drastically festive)! and these are some of the things I learned about writing from Love Next Door, Lovely Runner, Brewing Romance, Twinkling Watermelon, Knight Flower, and Summer Strike:

You don't need to reveal everything at the same time. The fondness Korean scriptwriters have for nonlinear storytelling (or the careful omitting of information for future revelatory purposes) is so interesting to me, and the way they reveal information you didn't realise they didn't tell you, especially in Lovely Runner, Twinkling Watermelon, and Summer Strike, makes the experience SO much fun.

Value of shared laughter. This is true especially in Brewing Romance, Knight Flower, and Summer Strike, where laughter is a key piece in the development of romantic relationships. What can I say? It gets me every time.

A good story creates expectations for the person listening to the story. If you set it up well, the reader/watcher will have a vague idea of what's to come that starts to form in their mind, and what you do with those expectations is then up to your own creativity. But the worst thing you can do for your narrative setup to go absolutely nowhere (see: Love Next Door and the complete lack of emotional depth and complexity in the relationship in the last few episodes. The setup for this relationship was so promising and it turned out rather flat at the end. The second leads became so much more interesting, but that also fell a bit flat in the end due to the writing. In a similar vein, you can take a look at Lovely Runner, which almost hits the biggest emotional beat in the story perfectly. You know that the truth about the time travelling WILL come out at some point, but the amount of time given to the reveal is so short and not as weighty as it should have been, compared to all the weight of the time travelling and the choices that build throughout the story. ALSO! You KNOW that Eungyeol is going to develop an even stronger bond with his parents in Twinkling Watermelon, both in the past and in the future. The fun of it is seeing how that comes about).

When you're writing historical fiction, societal norms (especially courtly manners, laws, curfews, and limitations) actually provide you an opportunity to play around and get creative. Knight Flower is set in the Joseon dynasty, and the writers do SUCH a good job exploring neo-Confucian ideas about women's role in society. Yeohwa's whole Robin Hood thing develops BECAUSE it is so restrictive for her as a widow, and the story gets to explore certain social situations in depth because those social norms are being observed by the characters (it's like having worldbuilding rules in a fantasy story). If you honour the structure you're working with, you can come up with quite a lot of plot points and scenarios that otherwise might not hold the same kind of weight.

The importance of inter-generational mentorship (i.e. Yeoreum and Bom's grandma in Summer Strike, Yongju and her grandma + Yongju and her old boss + Minju and the old ladies + in Brewing Love, the music store owner and Eungyeol in Twinkling Watermelon, etc.), which is a relationship that is deeply under-appreciated in individualistic cultures, and systems of honour according to age and experience. In my country, the communal part of life is and is treated as an integral part of society, and is even deeply embedded in the language. You would, in fact, call someone Mr. Manager or Ms. Librarian or Mrs. Teacher or Mr. Dentist. And you would, generally, treat those older than you with respect and deference, and consider those younger than you your duty to care for and teach. Tangentially, this is really lacking in the church right now and it bothers me very deeply that people simply don't care about bringing up the next generation and actually having a HAND in that, i.e. taking time to do that, making sacrifices for that, being inconvenienced in that, etc..... it is a rather detached approach that does no one any good whatsoever.

The importance of those quiet moments when you're sharing silence with someone. Summer Strike does this particularly well.

The importance of acknowledging and learning about the past so that you can navigate the present wisely. This shows up well in Love Next Door when Seokryu's past illness is revealed (and then the abrupt tone shift from that moment forward simply ruins the effect, in my opinion, but anyways) and in Summer Strike (at least in the first three quarters of the story). And it's practically the whole point of Twinkling Watermelon -- Eungyeol's main purpose becomes learning the past and changing the narrative. Anyway, side-eyeing Brewing Romance again for Yongju's complete lack of interest in Minju's past. That bothers me greatly. (She's willing to fantasize about what high school would've been like if Minju were there with her, but not willing to ask and hear him out about what ACTUALLY happened? Anyway.)

#some of the things i've been thinking about recently!#writing #<- many good lessons here tbh especially since i'm trying write more regularly

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