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also like if I may weigh in as someone who did their third-year anatomy project on a fat cadaver
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it's fine?
like i'm not saying i loved the amount of adipose (i.e. fat) tissue I had to remove to access the chest cavity (especially since it took up a LOT of embalming fluid so it was quite liquid a lot of the time), and it definitely required more work to access than a thinner cadaver might have. But ultimately, the hardest part of that project wasn't "oh no the cadaver is fat", it was "oh no I've never had to remove ribs before and I somehow wasn't prepared for this to involve pliers".
also, honestly, the parts of that cadaver with the most fat (breasts and jaw - I was dissecting for the laryngeal nerve, which is in the neck, so I didn't go below the first two ribs) were actually the easiest parts to remove the adipose tissue from, because you could do it in lumps. The hard parts to deal with are the thinner or visceral fat patches, because those are more delicate work - but you also don't know those are there until you get to them, because they're not visible from the outside and are just as likely to be significant in a skinny person as a fat one. (also they tend to be around the delicate structures you're looking for, whereas the fat which is most affected by being fat is the large areas immediately under the skin, like the belly and breasts and butt, which is on top of the core structures so it's easier to remove without needing to be super delicate.)
meanwhile the other person who had the laryngeal nerve project was working with a cadaver which had almost no body fat at all and she did NOT seem to be finding it significantly easier.
Time-wise, I actually finished my project second out of a class of 12, by the way, and did extra work on it (the chest investigation wasn't in the original plan, I just hit a point where I'd fully dissected and recorded the neck and throat and I still had four lab sessions left). Almost like the weight of a cadaver doesn't correlate directly to how long it takes to dissect. go figure.
The reason fat cadavers are not accepted for medical programmes is that you need to cut through every layer of fat carefully. Which takes time, and lab sessions are inherentely limited in that. It's better for med students to spend that time looking at what organs actually look like in bodies. This isn't fatphobia, it's just .. the way dissecting bodies works? In the same way surgeries on fat people take longer because there's just physically more tissue. The alternative would be to force the med students who get fatter cadavers to do more lab sessions at weird times outside of the usual schedules. Or force them to stay over the holidays. Or not let them get enough time to do the lab work they need to. Which imo would be a bit fucked up especially when med school is already so difficult and time-consuming.
Itâs fatphobia. Fat bodies absolutely need to be studied. To ignore an entire demographic of oppressed individuals in the medical field for the sake of convenience(?!) is violence. Did you even read the article? They called working on fat cadavers âunpleasant.â Itâs fatphobia and itâs unacceptable.
#cw: death#cw: dissection discussion#fatphobia#tell me you've never done anatomical dissection without telling me you've never done anatomical dissection#pal the time-consuming bit is not âremove fatâ the time-consuming bit is stuff like âtrace this structure without snapping itâ#and if you're me it's also âremove skin super neatly even though it takes hours and it doesn't need to be that neatâ#i'm just a perfectionist lol#but adipose tissue is REALLY EASY TO DEAL WITH ACTUALLY! gross but easy.#literally you can either pull it out or scoop it out with your hands and it's unlikely to have too many delicate structures in it#it's a bit gross but tbqh if you can't handle gross then why the fuck are you dissecting a corpse#i can't believe i have to say this but dead bodies are in fact full of gross things#(so are live ones tbf)#fat is not in the top 10 of those gross things#even badly-embalmed fat!#like i should say that the cadaver i had wasn't morbidly obese or anything but it was fatter than i am and i am Not Skinny#the only extra difficulty with a fat cadaver is moving the weight and that's kind of the lab techs' problem tbh?#(it is worth considering but only in a âcurrently doing a risk assessment for the lab techsâ way not a âdesign our study around itâ way)#also i see these sorts of things and i'm always just like. some people really do not understand what cadaver dissection is LIKE.#like the challenges in it are âmassâ and âtoo much stuff to take outâ#nah. the challenges are in the small bits#like how a nerve is almost visually indistinguishable from strings of fascia. or how you can't see the capillaries.#or how sometimes you accidentally cut something you were trying to follow and both ends just SCHLOOP into the surrounding tissue#and you want to scream but it's a professional science environment and swearing and kicking things is frowned upon#i kind of miss doing dissections though :( i didn't get an anatomy job so i haven't done them in seven years.
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pick a pile - what makes you beautiful? (detailed)
hello dear reader! let's take a look into what makes you so uniquely beautiful. breathe slowly, take your time and use your intuition to go with the pile that speaks to you the most. this is a very specific reading, so it's likely that not every message will speak to everyone. remember to take what resonates, and leave what doesn't. đ©âĄđȘ
â° pile 1 â°
so, this pile definitely gave me the biggest boss vibes. you have very strong energy, with so much major arcana in my spread. i can tell you are not someone to be messed with. (also kinda feel like you might parent or coddle the other piles lmao)
your beauty lies not only within your immense strength, but also in your ability to stand over situations which can appear very dark and difficult on the outside. i do believe you come with your own struggles, insecurities, doubts and fears which don't seem to always find their way to the surface; but you deal with them in such a graceful and impressive way. i can feel some people being in genuine awe of how you handle trials and tribulations. i do think you've been through certain things which have given you thicker skin. now, you know what you want and need in life, you're aware of your potential and what you can do, so even if a situation presents itself in which you find yourself in self-doubt, you believe in the power of hard work and consistency.
you don't seem like the type to dwell on your problems for too long or allow yourself to drown in self-pity, but moreso like a person who feels this desire to work on whatever troubles you. let's say if a situation presents itself to you, in which circumstances seem unfavourable; rather than complaining or remaining stuck in this hopeless place, you'll likely be the type to think about how you can change and work on your own attitude and mindset instead, in order to come out the other side in a stronger manner. you put a lot of importance into remaining confident and keeping a grip on your self-belief. since you see that as the best version of yourself. you appear to be very mature; even if your age is still young, you seem to have a wise soul and an impressingly reliable, as well as responsible nature. maybe you had to grow up quickly, you just give off this energy of someone who had to learn how to be responsible in life very early on.
considering i got both, the emperor and the empress for you, i think a lot of your beauty also lies in your duality. you're likely to have this balance of both feminine and masculine qualities inside of you. you seem to be the type of person who can be assertive, more self-centered and individualistic in some ways, like you do think it's important to focus on yourself in order to find fulfilment in this world. however this doesn't distinguish the compassionate heart you carry for other people. you're someone with an empathetic and kind nature, someone who wants to take care of the people you love.
you could make a very good parent, actually. i think you balance this sense of responsibility, dependability and solidity, with a nurturing heart, a soft and gentle core. you might be the case of someone with a hard shell but soft interior. i feel like you're the type to root for the underdog. someone who takes people under their wing, protects them from external influences. like you'd take a bullet for the people you cherish. (i do think you might be more selective in that aspect though, like you do have your boundaries straight, and wouldn't just throw your hand in the fire for anyone)
this is a random message i got; some of you also might be on the curvier side when it comes to your bodily built, and it makes you very very beautiful. like i can tell that some of pile 1's bodies are bangin! like yes sir or ma'am, go rock that bod with confidence!
another very beautiful thing about you; you do not fear getting your hands dirty. meaning, you're willing to put in the necessary hard work in life. like âif i have to personally run up this hill for several hours straight, then so be it, as long as i finally get to the top!â you aren't someone who will shy away from bearing burdens and heavy weights on your back, you understand the need to hustle in order to succeed. you can feel this need to improve yourself, put in the required effort to keep getting better at everything you do in life. not just for yourself, but also the people around you. you want to be a comfortable and stable figure in your loved one's lives.
i keep feeling like you're just this person people can lean on with no second thought; someone who will have their back no matter what. very loyal, dedicated and passionate energy within you. i'd personally love to be your friend, like i'd feel pretty lucky! i feel like you're the friend who keeps their promises, who's okay with running errands for others. you'd get things done for someone if they're unable to do so; like e.g. picking your friends up and driving them random places. maybe you're the friend at the party who holds themselves back from drinking in order to be the responsible one making sure everyone gets back home safely. you just seem to have this devotion to the ones you love, and wanting to make them feel safe, as well as cared for. you might also be a huge hype man in their lives, always cheering them on and lighting up any dark place they find themselves in. you have such bright and inspirational energy!
you carry this beautiful balance of; focusing on your own interests, ambitions, desires and goals, but also remaining considerate and caring towards the special people in your life.
â° pile 2 â°
oh my gawd, this pile is super cute. so, you immediately strike me as someone very independent and freedom-loving. you love to have your own space, and being able to just do whatever you want, whenever you want. i feel like you just have this very contagious and bright energy, where people might trust you to make the best out of every situation you're in. you seem like a big risk-taker, someone who doesn't fear the concept of change, and isn't afraid of starting all over again if you feel like that's necessary. you're so beautiful, in the way of just being down and ready to do things others might shy away from. you might be the person who will drag your friend out the dark and quiet room and tell them to get out, enjoy the beautiful sun on your skin, connect with mother nature, appreciate the smaller things in life and find happiness in them, because that's where true fulfilment lies. there is this very philosophical and poetic side to you. i keep feeling like you might have significant neptune/jupiter/mercury aspects.. i can just see you running through the blooming fields in this almost movie-like way. (random but do you like ghibli movies? you just give me ghibli character vibes, especially kiki's delivery service đ„č i love that movie, it's so comforting)
you're beautiful in the way where.. you easily see beauty in the world. you seem so easily excitable, and count all the blessings you have in life. i feel like you're the type to find something positive in everything and everyone. random, but you might love photography, and taking pictures of almost everything around you, just because you can see art in anything or any place. you love exploring new places, new cultures, understanding and learning about people or things completely different to what you're used to. you might like to travel, because you enjoy this thought of getting insight into entirely new lifestyles. you're very open-minded.
you aren't worried about leaving toxic people or situations behind if you feel like they just keep you in a negative place. it's kinda giving been there done that. i think you consciously reject negativity now because you're not at that same place anymore, and especially don't want to be anymore. you're so overly protective of your peace now, because you had to deal with so many tribulations, and took so much on the chin from life in order to get to this place of inner peace. you don't allow anyone to take it away from you anymore.
you also don't seem afraid to completely transform. maybe you even enjoy transforming yourself physically, like you love reinventing yourself and can find your identity in things like your fashion. you enjoy expressing your unique nature in that way. i also just feel like you're such a pleasure to be around, people likely just enjoy your presence because it makes them feel like everything will be okay. did anyone ever tell you about how your presence is therapeutic to them? if not, some people might think that without openly expressing it.
i do think you can be very emotional too, which is another beautiful trait of yours. you might be the type to tear up rather easily, i think your interior is very squishy and sweet. you wear your heart on your sleeve in this beautiful and special way. you not being afraid to express your emotions (although sometimes they can just take over you unintentionally lmao dw i relate..) makes you so extraordinary, it gives you this unique light and glow. don't ever lose grip on this wonderful side of you. don't ever feel ashamed of it, and don't allow anyone to make you think you're anything but beautiful for your passion! i feel like you genuinely care about the world, and everything that it involves. your energy is just so pure and innocent in a way, even if you yourself don't see yourself that way. your intentions and heart read as very sweet.
in addition, your beauty lies in your ability to see opportunity of growth in whatever life throws at you. like pile 1, i do believe you have had to deal with your fair share of challenges in life, but this lead to you being able to see how.. even situations that might look awful from an outsiders perspective, can serve you as a learning lesson. âwhat doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.â
again, you're just so philosophical! i feel like we could just sit down together and discuss life for hours, in such a deep and intriguing manner. you seem to have a lot of understanding of the different complexities of life, just because you've experienced a lot of situations in which you had to adapt or adjust. so there's this natural know-how here, it's almost like you're not scared of life's upheavals anymore. you didn't let it discourage you at the time, so best believe it will not bring you down at this point in time. you're so youthful and almost childlike in spirit, but carry a deep sense of knowledge about life. like some other people might turn all bitter if they went through what you have been through, but you remained soft and sweet in this harsh world, which is such a beautiful trait to have! i sincerely applaud you, and hope you can never lose this truly wonderful spark inside of you.
â° pile 3 â°
oh, this pile seems so genuinely nice, but i can sense some struggle here too.. first of all, you read as a very humble and down to earth person. like i truly can't sense a single ounce of arrogance inside of you. you feel like you're an eternal student of life, continuously learning with every experience, and growing endlessly. you give off this energy of someone who's always so eager to expand your skills and knowledge on things. especially if you get hooked on something like a fun hobby, you're just so ambitious and approach the learning process with this modest, but determined attitude. you seem quite capable of dealing with constructive criticism, and take it as a way to further better yourself. like yes tell me what i did wrong, so i can improve. definitely a very hard-working and earnest energy within you.
you're so beautiful, because you live and lead with this sense of compassion and acceptance inside of you. you seem to have high emotional intelligence; as well as a lot of empathy for others. you're the type of person to.. hold this cup filled with love, in a crowd full of people fighting each other. while other people are overly competitive and at each other's throats to win over the other, you seem like the one who prefers seeing everyone as equally worthy of praise, equally lovable, equally deserving of respect. i truly don't see you enjoying to put yourself above others, simply because you don't see why you would want to. like i don't think you fully understand this need to argue and cause problems with others, it irks you.
you even might put other people's needs above yours almost naturally, it seems to come very easy to you. (did some of you grow up with a lot of siblings? i feel like there's this natural tendency to supress not only your own desires, but also your own emotions a lot.. i feel like you might've found yourself in plenty of situations where you needed to swallow your pride, bite your tongue, ignore your own emotions or grant others chances you yourself might've wanted.) you might be the type to politely hold the door open for people even though your arm hurts, offer the seat to the elderly even though you yourself are exhausted, allow your friend to grab the opportunity although you might need it just as much.
i do feel like you're quite peace-loving, and don't enjoy arguments at all. you seem excellent at approaching conflicts and problems in, not only this calm and collected manner, but also with this diplomatic and tender sense of understanding towards all parties. do you have any major libra placements? i can sense this beautifully non-judgemental energy in you, where you always seek harmony, no matter what situation you find yourself in. you also just seem balanced in general, and like not much can tick you off. some people might even ask you âhow are you always so calm?â although i feel like you can experience feelings quite intensely once they take over you (i feel like you might cry a lot when you're on your own..) you just don't enjoy openly displaying your emotions, and might have problems expressing them outwardly. again, i keep feeling like this likely stems from a deeply rooted place, maybe you've just naturally aquired this mechanism within you, where you shut off your emotions and internalize them a lot.
you might put a lot of thought into how others view you, might dislike the thought of anyone looking at you as overly dramatic. you also seem pretty perfectionistic, especially in closely managing the way you're perceived by people, or the way you treat people. you might often fear doing them wrong, or overstepping any boundaries. i can sense an avoidance of expressing or asserting yourself strongly again here, because you just don't want anyone to feel like you're doing too much. (i know this is a reading that focuses more on positives, but spirit is telling me this selflessness in you makes you immensely beautiful.. maybe you even have a lot of egocentric people around you, therefore your kindness just stands out even more. don't lose that sincere heart you have for others, however; you need to listen to what you yourself want more as well <3 learn to balance these two sides in you out, because if not, others might take advantage of you)
i do think though, that a lot of this calmness might be a result of your maturity. it's interesting because on the one hand you can feel like the young student who still believes they have so much to learn from life, but at the same time, you do have a lot of valuable advice to give to people, just because you might relate to a lot of the things others go through. you seem amazing at putting yourself in someone else's shoes, i can feel people thinking you're a great listener.
i just feel like your unique beauty lies in this gentle, pleasant and mild energy you bring to the table. you'd be the type of person i could tell my deepest darkest secrets to comfortably, and i feel like you wouldn't mutter a word to anybody. like your friends probably can tell you the wildest sht they've done, without any embarrassment. or call you at any given moment, and you'd be there to listen to their angry rants or rages, and just take it all in quietly.
#kpop tarot#pac reading#pac#tarot reading#tarot community#tarot#personal reading#pick a card#pick a pile#pick a card reading
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If your vision for the deradicalization of right-wing men begins and ends with "other men telling them that that's gross and to stop it" then I'm sorry, you do not understand how masculinity works.
"Men who hold patriarchal status" and "men who are feminists" are two groups who overlap less than you want them to. I'm sorry. That's not solely because men are so happy with patriarchal status that they don't want to risk it by policing misogyny/queerphobia/racism, It's because being misogynistic, queerphobic, and racist, end expressing other forms of toxic masculinity(and often abusively so) are part of how people establish and maintain patriarchal status. The men who have the ability to stop this via nothing but peer pressure are the very people who are doing it. That's by design. And engaging in feminist intervention is, in and of itself, usually the abrupt end of that status and its associated power to persuade misogynistic men.
Like, I have worked in blue collar jobs as a notably queer person. It was pretty much a constant deluge of verbal abuse. In my experience, most blue collar work environments are exploitative, abusive, and bigoted, and very gleefully so. On the occasions I have spoken up about someone saying something that was super fucking out of line (asking me which of the girls walking by was hottest. We were installing a portable classroom at a middle school), believe it or not, they completely failed to be shamed! Because nobody else on the crew gave a fuck. *I* was the weird one. They ghosted me. A full blown company ghosted me. I suddenly didn't have a job anymore because they just straightforwardly stopped telling me where the next job site was.
Like, this doesn't mean that it's your job to do it, but this vision you have of these big groups of men where everyone is on the fence and there is precisely one shit stirrer who can be shut down by a brave feminist man who can single handedly set the example for all these other guys...you are high. You are describing an "everybody clapped" level absurd scenario. Most of these truly virulent misogynistic guys either have zero friends, because, you know, our society is atomized to fuck, or they are in a group where the feminist guy is actually the weirdo who can be shut down and ostracized much, much easier than the misogynists, because there is no such thing as a man misogynists respect who stands up for women.
You might be saying "well, we're talking about longstanding personal relationships, actually. Like, they need to have to want to spend time with you and then, as a side effect, you can mind control them out of being a threat to us."
Problem with that being:
1: Many feminist men also have no friends, see the atomized society above.
2: Feminist men already stopped hanging out with men who make rape jokes because why the fuck would we want to spend time with them.
3: That isn't just because we respect women so hard. We are in many cases talking about men who are also deeply queerphobic, heirarchical, violent and abusive to other men. What initially drew me to feminism and women was a lack of heirarchical squabbling and constant bullying, and the ability to be openly queer. A lot of men who came to feminism did so because they knew that the patriarchy was not a place they would find success or acceptance. These are not the men who are gonna be able to change right wing minds.
4. Men do not view themselves as a monolith. There is no universal brotherhood of men. The actual meaning of the term "Fragile masculinity" is that men are constantly expected to prove that they are deserving of the status of being a member of their own gender. There are large swathes of men--including most of the men who you'd look to as examples of good, feminist men who you want to undertake this project--who are considered failed men, sissies, f****ts, soyboys, ect. They are. Not. Going. To. Convince. These. Men. Of. Jack. Shit. Much less successfully *shame* them. Jesus.
I know all of this sucks. I know it would be cool to be able to just point at a group and have them be responsible for the work. But nah. It's gonna have to be a societal project, one that will probably outlast all of us. Sorry. The thing you want these men to do is, absolutely, the morally correct thing to do. But presuming that it would be effective is, and once again I am so sorry about this, just ignorance of how these social groups function.
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A Step too Far
Kinkvember Day 9: Spanking
NMIXX Jang Kyujin x Male reader
AN: I woke up with a bit of a fever today, so Iâm not quite at full power. But Iâm still here and determined to keep the daily challenge going! Today's story might be a touch softer than usual and a little lighter on the smut.đ
Ugh, whatâs taking him so long?
Kyujin lingered in the doorway of the garage, the warmth of the late afternoon sun pouring in around her, casting a golden halo that softened the edges of the worn tools and scattered equipment. Her gaze was steady, focused on you, as you worked intently on your motorcycle. With each turn of a bolt, each slight adjustment, you were lost in the world of mechanics, your concentration so intense that it seemed like she barely existed in your orbit.
You hadnât noticed her yet. She leaned against the doorframe, an amused smile dancing on her lips as she bit down gently, trying to quell the impatience stirring within her. There was something maddeningly captivating about the way you workedâthe steady rhythm of clinks and clanks filling the air, mingled with the occasional soft grunt of effort. These sounds formed a backdrop that only made her want you more, made her want to break your focus and pull you back to her.
Her gaze traveled over you, lingering on the way the muscles in your back flexed beneath the thin layer of your shirt, which was damp with a fine sheen of sweat. You were deeply focused, your shoulders steady as you leaned over the bike, hands skilled and precise as they moved from tool to tool. The heady scent of engine oil, gasoline, and the lingering sweetness of summer mixed in the small, enclosed space, filling her senses. It heightened everything, amplifying the awareness she had of each moment she spent watching you.
She admired your dedication, the way you could immerse yourself completely in whatever you were working on. Normally, that focus of yours was endearing, even impressive. But right now? It was a problem. She wanted your attentionâneeded it, actuallyâand the longer she stood there waiting, the more that need intensified.
Finally, she stepped further into the garage, clearing her throat softly as she called out to you, a playful lilt in her voice. âOppaaaa, youâve been working all daaaaay! Donât you want a break? Spend some time with me?â
Her words filled the small space, but you barely responded, your gaze never lifting from the bike. âAlmost done, Jagiya,â you murmured absently, your voice calm but distant, as if youâd hardly heard her.
Kyujinâs lips pressed into a thin line as her gaze sharpened. Almost done? Youâd been telling her that for hours now, ever since you had set to work, each part needing a new adjustment, each bolt requiring the perfect amount of torque. She shifted her weight, her arms crossing over her chest as a pout began to form. Didnât you realize sheâd been waiting for you this whole time? That she was here, right now, needing you?
Taking a deep breath, she tried again, softening her voice, her tone now dripping with sweetness and affection as she cooed, âCome oooonnn, I need attention, Oppa,â her voice slipping into a soft, playful whine. âYouâve been ignoring me all day⊠donât you miss me?â
There was a pause, and she thought maybeâjust maybeâher words had reached you this time. But you simply hummed, nodding slightly as you replied, âI do, honey, but I need to finish this. Be patient, okay?â Your hands moved over the bike in smooth, practiced motions, your attention locked entirely on the work before you.
Her heart fell just a bit, frustration mingling with the ache of longing. Patient? She had been more than patientâsheâd been watching you in silence, waiting, the entire day. She wanted you, here and now, and your request for more patience felt like a brush-off. A spark of mischief flared within her, and she felt a grin slowly forming on her lips. If you werenât going to give her your attention willingly, maybe sheâd have to take matters into her own hands.
Letâs see how much patience you really have, she thought, her gaze flicking over to the light switch on the wall beside her. You were still completely engrossed in your task, seemingly oblivious to her scheming, to the slight excitement building in her chest.
With one quick flick, she plunged the garage into darkness, watching as the warm glow of the sun instantly vanished, leaving only shadows. A soft, mischievous giggle escaped her lips as she quickly flicked the lights back on, peeking at you to catch your reaction.
Your hands froze mid-action, and your shoulders tensed slightly, but you didnât turn around. âHoneyâŠâ Your voice was low, carrying a gentle warning that felt almost half hearted, as if you were trying to keep the focus despite her interruption.
Kyujinâs pulse quickened at the thrill of pushing you, her amusement growing as she watched you try to maintain composure. She loved testing your boundaries, nudging you until you broke from that perfect focus. And so far? You hadnât even turned to look at her.
Alright, a wicked grin forming on her lips as she reached for the light switch again. This time, she flicked it off and let the darkness linger a bit longer, relishing the silence and the tension before snapping the lights back on. Her laughter bubbled up, louder this time, spilling into the quiet garage.
A sigh escaped you, deeper and more audible, and she watched the way your hand tightened around the wrench, your posture just a bit stiffer. âJagiya, Iâm serious,â you said, your tone firmer but not without a hint of exasperation. You still hadnât turned around. âDonât push me today. I need to finish this so I can get to work on Monday.â
She smirked, biting back another laugh, hearing the tension weaving its way into your voice. You were trying so hard to stay calm, so hard to keep focused on the bike, but she could see the tiny cracks forming. And the thrill of itâthe way she could unravel you bit by bitâmade her heart beat faster. Her gaze drifted over to your workbench, where your tools lay neatly arranged, each one in its place. An idea sparked within her, her fingers twitching with anticipation.
Her eyes landed on a small wrench at the edge of the workbench, one youâd no doubt reach for soon. Smiling slyly, she slid over to the bench, reaching out with light fingers as she gently picked up the wrench, hiding it behind her back. She moved closer, standing only a foot away from you, her heart pounding as she waited for you to notice.
And then, after a few more focused adjustments, she saw you extend your hand toward the spot where the wrench was supposed to be. Your fingers met only air, and she watched your hand hover there for a moment, realization dawning in your posture as you froze. Slowly, you turned, your eyes narrowing slightly as you finally met her gaze.
Kyujin widened her eyes in mock innocence, her lips parted just enough to suggest she knew absolutely nothing about what had happened to the wrench. The stolen tool was hidden behind her back, her fingers wrapped around it with barely contained excitement.
âWhere is it?â you asked, voice calm but with an edge of authority, your eyes scrutinizing her expression.
Her heart raced, her pulse thrumming with the thrill of teasing you. Flashing her best innocent smile, she replied, âWhereâs what? What are you talking about?â
You straightened up, wiping your hands on a rag as you leveled her with a steady look. âBaby,â you said, your voice lower now, laced with a quiet but unmistakable warning. âI know you. Give it back.â
Her grin widened as she felt the tension rise between you. This was her favorite momentâthe way she could push you, the way you allowed her to dance right at the edge of your patience. She loved seeing that intensity flash in your eyes, knowing she had pulled you out of that work trance you always fell into. That was her magic, the power to unravel you, to bring you back to her.
âI still donât know what youâre talking about,â she replied sweetly, feigning innocence as she took a small step back, keeping the wrench hidden behind her back.
Your expression shifted, a hint of frustration flickering in your gaze as you let out a slow, controlled breath. âIâm not in the mood for this,â you replied, your tone dipping to something serious, each word carrying weight. âThis is your last chance. Show me whatâs behind your back.â
The thrill in her chest intensified, the playful glint in her eyes sparking even brighter. She loved thisâthe anticipation, the way your patience was slipping, how your usual calm was fraying ever so slightly. Smiling, she took a single step forward, her movements slow and deliberate as she leaned in, raising her arm ever so slightly to reveal the wrench, but still keeping it just out of your reach.
With a challenging gaze, she murmured, âOh, this? You need this, donât you?â Her voice was soft, teasing, pushing you just a little more, daring you to take it from her.
The serious look in your eyes sent a shiver down Kyujin's spine, though it did nothing to deter her; instead, it only made her pulse race faster. She had you right on the edge, that threshold she loved to push past. The thrill bubbled up inside her, electric and relentless, as she took a small, teasing step back, widening her smile in silent challenge.
Come on, heart racing as she looked up at you, her gaze mischievous, what are you going to do?
You held her gaze, jaw clenching just enough for her to see your patience slipping. Taking a step forward, you spoke slowly, a deadly calm in your tone that sent a thrill down her spine. âIâm going to count to three,â you said, your voice dangerously level, each word firm and steady. âAnd if you donât hand it over by then, youâre going to regret it.â
Her heart pounded in her chest, echoing like a drumbeat as she bit her lip, clutching the wrench tighter behind her back. This was the moment sheâd been waiting for, the moment where your resolve would break and sheâd finally see you snap. She could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy, anticipation building like a thunderstorm. Her breaths came faster, excitement mingling with a tinge of apprehension. You were so close to breakingâso close.
âOneâŠâ you started, your gaze locked on hers, unwavering.
Her pulse quickened, breath catching as her mind raced, weighing whether to push just a little further. She felt the rush of adrenaline surging through her veins as she watched you, waiting, her heartbeat a dizzying tempo in her ears. Not yet, she thought, barely holding back a grin. Just a little more.
âTwoâŠâ The tone in your voice darkened, the tension thick enough that she felt it pressing down on her, making her body tingle with both anticipation and thrill.
Her stomach flipped as her body responded to the weight of the moment, an exhilarating thrill sparking through her as she kept her grip firm on the wrench. She wanted to see just how far she could go, to push you to the very edge beforeâ
âThrââ
âOkay, okay!â Kyujin laughed, pulling the wrench out from behind her back, her eyes gleaming as she flashed you a cheeky grin. âHere, happy?â
You took the wrench from her hand, your expression hard to read as you inspected it briefly. Your jaw clenched as you placed it back on the workbench with a bit more force than usual, the sound echoing through the garage. She watched you, her heart still racing, her body buzzing from the thrill of the game. Sheâd pushed you, teased youâbut it wasnât quite enough. She could see it in your expression: you were close, yet still holding on, your self-control just barely intact.
What will it take to finally push him over the edge?
Her gaze drifted back to the workbench, and her eyes landed on an older, more worn-looking wrench lying near the edge. Unlike the others, this one seemed different, cared for and used over the years. Curiosity pulled her in, and before she realized what she was doing, she reached out, her fingers closing around it. The metal felt cool and heavy, its weight more substantial than the others. She spun it absentmindedly between her fingers, the texture rough against her skin, as she continued to watch you, her mind still caught up in the thrill of pushing you to your limits.
Then, before she could register what was happening, the wrench slipped from her fingers.
Clank.
The metallic sound rang out sharply, filling the silence of the garage as it bounced against the hard floor. Her eyes widened in horror, her gaze shooting downward to the wrench lying at her feet. A small chip had broken off the side, the tiny piece of metal sitting on the floor beside it.
Her heart sank.
Oh noâŠ
You went completely still, your entire posture rigid. Slowly, with an almost terrifying calm, you turned to look at her, your eyes narrowing as they landed on the damaged wrench at her feet. The weight of your gaze made her stomach drop, the realization settling heavily within her. This time, she knew sheâd gone too far.
âKyujinâŠâ you said, voice low and controlled, a chill in your tone that made her chest tighten. You didnât call her Jagiya now, not with the usual affection. The use of her name sent a clear messageâthis wasnât a game anymore.
âI⊠I didnât mean toâŠâ she stammered, her voice trembling as her mind scrambled for words. âI didnât knowââ
You knelt down, picking up the chipped wrench with careful hands, your expression hardening as you turned it over, inspecting the damage with a cold, quiet intensity. âThis was my dadâs,â you said, voice tight, each word laced with restrained emotion. âOne of the few things I have left from him. And now itâs chipped because you couldnât stop being a brat.â
The words struck her hard, guilt flooding her as the weight of what sheâd done settled in. She hadnât known how much this wrench meant to you, hadnât realized the sentimental value it held. âOppa, Iâm so sorry,â she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. âI didnât mean to chip it⊠I didnât knowâ
You cut her off with a steady, disappointed look. âI warned you,â you said, your voice flat but brimming with frustration. âI gave you all these chances, and you didnât listen. You wanted my attention so badly? Well, now you have it.â
Before she could react, you reached out, your hand firm yet gentle as you took her wrist, guiding her toward the low bench in the corner of the garage. Her heart raced, a blend of apprehension and regret flooding her as you sat down and pulled her gently but firmly across your lap. She felt the reality of the situation settling inâsheâd crossed the line, and now she was about to face the consequences.
âOppa please, Iâm sorryâŠâ she whimpered softly, her voice fragile, barely above a whisper. âI didnât mean toâŠâ
âSorry,â you replied, your tone unyielding, âthatâs always what you say after youâve gone too far. But this time, sorry isnât enough.â With one smooth motion, you lifted the hem of her skirt, exposing her, and tugged her cute pink printed panties down to her thighs, leaving her bare and vulnerable. She squirmed slightly, but your hand pressed firmly against her lower back, holding her in place as her heart hammered in her chest. âYou need to learn your lesson.â
Kyujin lay across your lap, the weight of your words sinking in as guilt and anticipation mixed within her. The lighthearted playfulness from before had vanished, replaced by a sobering awareness of just how far she had pushed you. Each breath felt heavy as she lay there, exposed and vulnerable, her mind spinning as she finally realized the full extent of what she had done.
âI⊠I really am sorry,â she murmured, her voice small, each word filled with remorse as she lay still, her heart racing.
Your voice was steady, firm, with a touch of kindness beneath it that somehow both reassured and unsettled her. âHow many spanks do you think you deserve?â you asked, your tone calm, yet carrying an edge that made her pulse quicken.
Kyujinâs breath hitched as she considered your question, her mind a swirl of emotions. Her cheeks flushed deeply with both embarrassment and anxiety as the silence stretched between you, heightening the tension in the room. She swallowed, looking down, and then whispered, âT-Ten?â Her voice was small, uncertain, as she glanced at you, silently hoping that her answer might soften your resolve.
But you shook your head slowly, letting out a low chuckle that sent a shiver down her spine. âToo low,â you replied, your tone almost teasing, yet leaving no room for negotiation. âLetâs double it. You deserve twenty, and youâre going to count every single one.â
The words settled over her, heavy and electrifying, as anticipation twisted her stomach into tight knots. Twenty. Her breaths came quicker, an intoxicating mix of apprehension and excitement building within her. The gravity of what lay ahead sank in, yet beneath the tension, a thrill pulsed through her, unmistakable and undeniable.
Without further preamble, you delivered the first spankâa sharp, stinging impact that shot through her like a lightning bolt. The suddenness of it stole her breath, and the hot sting radiated through her cheeks, the heat blooming beneath your hand. âO-One,â she gasped, her voice shaky, each syllable carrying the echo of the slap that lingered on her skin, flooding her senses.
You didnât hesitate, bringing down a second spank, harder than the first. âTwo,â she whimpered, the sting intensifying, an electric heat that made her squirm involuntarily, her bodyâs reaction beyond her control. The pain built, sharpened, sending a fiery ache through her, a throbbing warmth settling deep within her.
Another spank landed, this time on her opposite cheek, sending a fresh wave of stinging heat through her body. âT-Three⊠Iâm sorryâ she breathed out, her heart racing as the sensation spread, igniting her nerves. Her apology came almost on instinct, the words spilling from her lips as the intensity left her more vulnerable with each passing second.
The rhythm continued, a steady and unyielding cadence that grew with each strike, each spank bringing her closer to the edge. As she counted up to âTen,â her voice came in breathless gasps, each number growing softer as her body arched against the sting, a mixture of pain and something more primal beginning to settle within her. The sensations blurred, the pain mingling with a strange sense of exhilaration, her breaths quick and shallow as her skin flushed hot.
With each spank, her awareness sharpened, the heat between her legs building in a slow, undeniable ache that surprised her. By the time she reached âFifteen,â her body trembled with need, her entire being caught in the edge of pain and an unexpected, growing desire. Each strike seemed to deepen the ache within her, intensifying until it was impossible to ignore.
âEighteen,â Kyujin whimpered, her voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and something deeper as her body tensed under your hand. The ache between her thighs was undeniable, and the warmth on her reddened skin only seemed to amplify it. She lay folded across your lap, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts, as she bit her lip, trying to steady herself.
You let your hand linger, hovering above her flushed cheeks as you shifted, drawing out the anticipation. Then, with a teasing touch, you let your fingers brush over her core, feeling the warmth radiating from her. Kyujinâs breath hitched as your fingers skimmed over her wetness, and you murmured softly, âYouâre soaked. Youâre enjoying this, arenât you?â
A wave of embarrassment washed over her, her cheeks turning crimson as she shifted under your hand. She swallowed, then whispered, âPlease⊠can you touch me?â Her voice was soft, almost pleading.
You raised an eyebrow, considering her carefully before giving her an answer. âOnly if you can handle five more,â you replied, your tone both calm and challenging.
Kyujin hesitated, her body tensing as she considered, but the need inside her was too strong to resist. Finally, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. âYes⊠I can take it.â
Without further delay, you delivered the nineteenth spank, the sharp sound filling the room as her body arched forward with a soft gasp. She whispered the number under her breath, her voice quivering as she counted, bracing herself. Each smack that followed left her trembling, her grip on the edge of the chair tightening.
âTwenty,â she breathed, her voice almost breaking as she melted into the sensation. You allowed your hand to linger, gently tracing along her tender skin, before resuming with a steady, controlled pace. Her body rocked slightly with each spank, her soft gasps punctuating the silence.
You allowed a momentary caress, just enough to keep her yearning, then raised your hand once more. âTwenty-one,â you counted, your hand connecting with her skin as her body jerked forward. Her breath hitched, the sensation sending a fresh wave of need through her.
âtwenty-threeâŠâ Each word grew softer, her voice barely above a whisper, her resolve melting under your unrelenting touch.
When the final count, âTwenty-five,â fell from her lips, her body seemed to go limp, her breathing uneven as she lay across your lap, completely vulnerable. You gave her a moment, letting the silence stretch as she caught her breath, her muscles slowly relaxing.
Then, as she lay there, she looked back over her shoulder, her voice soft. âI⊠Iâm sorry about the wrench,â she murmured, her tone filled with genuine regret. âI didnât know it was so important.â She hesitated, her cheeks flushed as the regret in her voice was unmistakable.
Instead of answering, you slipped one finger along her folds, feeling her warmth and wetness as you pressed forward gently. Kyujin gasped, her hips instinctively pressing back into your touch. You maintained a steady, gentle rhythm, letting her feel every deliberate stroke as her body began to respond. Her breaths came in soft, shallow pants, and her fingers clutched at your leg, anchoring herself.
âOh⊠ahâŠâ she gasped softly, her voice trembling as she whispered, âThank youâŠâ Her body pressed back to meet each slow movement, her hips shifting as you continued, each gentle thrust pulling her deeper into the moment. You could feel her relax and tense with each stroke, her body melting into the rhythm you set.
As her breaths turned into soft, needy moans, you kept up the slow, careful pace, her body responding to each precise movement. Her hips rocked gently, each motion matching your touch as she surrendered completely to the feeling. You could feel her grip tighten on your thigh, her fingers digging in as her voice turned to soft, breathy whispers. âPlease⊠donât stop,â she whimpered, her words almost lost in her shallow breathing.
After a few minutes, you introduced a second finger, pressing deeper as her body adjusted. Her response was immediateâa soft, broken cry escaped her as her hips shifted instinctively, her body fully giving in. âOhâŠâ she gasped, her voice raw with desire as you pressed further, finding a slow, steady rhythm that matched her every breath. She melted into each careful thrust, her breaths growing louder as her hands clung tightly to your leg, her body rocking over your lap with each deliberate movement.
âAh⊠yesâŠâ she moaned, her voice breathless as she matched your pace, her hips moving in perfect sync. Her body seemed to come alive, every small movement intensifying the need building inside her. You maintained a calm, unhurried rhythm, drawing her closer and closer, her breathing quickening as her moans turned to desperate, trembling whimpers.
Sensing she was on the edge, you leaned down, your voice soft near her ear. âHold on to me,â you murmured, letting her know she could fully let go. Her grip tightened around your thigh, her body tensing as she clung to you, her muscles tight with anticipation.
Then, as she reached her breaking point, you gave her a quick smack across her tender cheek, the jolt making her gasp, her body shuddering in response. Without pausing, you gave a gentle but firm pinch to her clit, increasing the intensity as you delivered one last, firm smack.
Kyujinâs entire body arched as the climax overtook her, a raw, breathless scream escaping her lips as the waves of release washed over her. She quivered uncontrollably, her legs shaking as she rode the intensity, her fingers clinging to your thigh with a fierce grip, holding on as the pleasure pulsed through her, her voice breaking into soft, gasping cries. Her entire body shuddered, each wave leaving her breathless until, finally, she collapsed, her body going slack as the sensations ebbed.
With a gentleness that surprised her, you began to caress her tender cheeks, âSuch a good girlâ you coo, the words soft and affectionate with your touch soothing the ache as you carefully pulled her panties back up and lifted her off your lap. Her legs were shaky, her body still buzzing with need, as she clung to you, her head nestled against your shoulder as you led her slowly to the bedroom.
Once there, you laid her down carefully on her stomach, your hands supporting her as her heart rate slowly began to settle. You lifted her skirt again, her breath catching as she felt the cool air against her heated skin, a shiver running through her at the sharp contrast. She tensed, expecting another touch, another swat, but instead, your hand rested softly on her back, grounding her.
You leaned down, your lips trailing soft, featherlight kisses along her red, sensitive skin, each touch a gentle balm for the stinging heat that lingered. Slowly, you pressed tender kisses across her cheeks, each one a silent apology, a reassurance for the discomfort she had felt. Your lips moved down, tracing over her thighs, lingering where her skin was still warm, before trailing up along her back, leaving a path of warmth that melted away the ache. As you reached her neck, you pressed a gentle kiss, pausing there as if grounding her with your presence.
Kyujin shivered beneath your touch, her breath catching with each kiss as she felt you move over her. The warmth of your kisses soothed her, easing away the ache that had built in her body. Though the arousal still simmered within her, your touch began to calm the frustration sheâd felt, replacing it with a comforting warmth. Each kiss seemed to melt away the remaining tension, coaxing her into a soft, quiet relief.
You pulled back slightly, your voice a low murmur as you said, âIâll be right back,â and moved to stand. But as you took a step, Kyujinâs hand reached out, her fingers clutching softly, almost desperately, at your arm. âWait, stop,â she whispered, her voice fragile, a hint of fear threading through her words. âPlease donât goâŠâ
You turned back instantly, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, the warmth of your lips a gentle reassurance. âIâll be right back, baby,â you murmured softly. âJust getting the lotion.â
Kyujin nodded slowly, her fingers relaxing as you spoke, feeling a warmth spread through her at hearing you call her âbabyâ again. It softened her, brought her back to a sense of comfort, and she watched you leave the room, her heart still racing but now pulsing with a softer, calmer beat.
When you returned, you settled beside her, pouring a small amount of lotion into your hands and rubbing them together to warm it before reaching toward her. As your hands gently applied the lotion to her sore cheeks, she felt an initial sting, the cool lotion biting against her heated skin, but it quickly shifted to relief. She let out a soft sigh as you carefully massaged the lotion into her, your hands moving in slow, tender circles that soothed and relaxed her.
With every stroke of your fingers against her skin, she felt herself melting deeper into the bed, the lingering tension and ache gradually easing away as you continued to massage her cheeks with thoughtful care. Your touch was tender, each movement slow and purposeful, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to sink fully into the moment, the warmth of your hands grounding her. Her body relaxed, the warmth of your hands dissipating the residual sting as she sighed softly, her entire being unwinding under your touch.
When you finished, you lay down beside her, gathering her into your arms and pulling her close. She nestled against you, her head resting on your chest, her legs entwined with yours, the comfort of your embrace replacing the lingering soreness with a deep sense of peace. The warmth of your body against hers soothed her, your presence surrounding her like a protective shield that let her finally relax.
âOppa, Iâm sorry,â she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she looked up at you, eyes full of sincerity. âI wasnât thinking... I really didnât mean to hurt you.â
You kissed the top of her head gently, letting your hand stroke through her hair with a reassuring touch. âI know, Jagiya,â you murmured softly, each word brimming with understanding. âItâs okay. I forgave you. Weâre done with that now.â
She blinked, her eyes beginning to tear up, the weight of guilt still heavy in her chest. âBut⊠it was your dadâs,â she whispered, her voice breaking as she thought of how much that wrench had meant to you. âIâm so, so sorryâŠâ
Noticing the tears pooling in her eyes, you gently cupped her face, your thumb brushing away the tears as they fell, each touch soft and full of care. âShh, baby,â you whispered, pressing a series of gentle kisses across her cheeks, her forehead, and her lips. âItâs okay, donât beat yourself up over it, okay? I know you didnât mean it.â
Kyujin took a shaky breath, feeling the tightness of guilt in her chest slowly ease as your comforting words settled over her. She nuzzled closer, burying her face against your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath her cheek. âThank you for taking care of me,â she whispered, her voice soft and brimming with affection, each word carrying the relief that your forgiveness had brought her.
You wrapped your arms around her tighter, your voice a soothing murmur as you replied, âNo matter what happens, Iâll always take care of you.â You let your hands stroke down her back, your gentle embrace surrounding her, creating a space of warmth and safety.
They lay there together, wrapped in a quiet intimacy that soothed every frayed edge of the evening. The tension and pain faded away, replaced by the comfort of your presence, the feel of your warmth wrapping around her. Exhaustion crept up slowly, the weight of the day settling over her as her eyes grew heavy, her breathing slowing as she felt your steady heartbeat beneath her. Gradually, she drifted off to sleep in your arms, feeling safe, loved, and completely forgiven, a peaceful smile softening her features as she relaxed fully into your embrace.
The next morning, Kyujin awoke to the soft light of dawn streaming gently through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. She stirred slowly, feeling the tender throb that lingered as a soft reminder of the night before. Every small movement brought an ache, but the warmth and comfort of knowing things were right between them filled her with peace.
Turning carefully, she found herself face-to-face with you, your arm still wrapped around her waist. You were fast asleep, chest rising and falling steadily, each breath soft against her skin. She gazed at you, her face softened in the peaceful quiet of sleep, and a gentle smile tugged at her lips. Brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead, she leaned in, pressing a tiny, featherlight kiss there.
She pulled back just enough to look at you, feeling her heart flutter. Then, barely resisting a giggle, she leaned in again, pressing another soft kiss to your cheek, nose and another just above your brow. Each kiss was a gentle attempt to wake, a playful way of pulling you from your dreams.
After a moment, you feel Kyujin's soft kisses, feather-light on your face, and slowly your eyes flutter open. A warm, sleepy smile forms on your lips as you take her in, a quiet chuckle escaping you. âGood morning,â you murmur, your voice husky with sleep, gaze full of affection as you look at her.
Kyujin beams, pleased with herself, a sparkle of delight in her eyes. âGood morning,â she whispers back, snuggling closer to you, her warmth melting into yours as you instinctively tighten your arm around her, pulling her even closer.
âHow are you feeling?â you ask, your voice still heavy with sleep as you gently hold Kyujin close.
She winces slightly as she stretches, the soreness from the night before apparent, but she meets your gaze, her voice soft. âSore⊠but okay.â
A quiet chuckle escapes you as you pull her close to your chest. âYou were brave last night,â you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. âIâm proud of you.â
Your words bring a warm glow to her cheeks, and you feel her nuzzle even closer, a sense of safety and love filling the quiet space between you. But as you start to sit up, she lets out a small sound of discomfort, instinctively reaching out, her fingers grasping onto you.
âDonât leaveâŠâ she mumbles, her voice soft, as she clings to you, making it clear she wants to stay close.
You laugh gently, lifting her effortlessly into your arms and holding her tight. You kiss the top of her head, your hand stroking her back in slow, soothing motions. âAlright, baby,â you say, a playful note in your voice, âhow about we make breakfast together?â
Her legs wrap around your waist, her arms resting around your shoulders as you carry her out of bed. She sighs softly, contented, her head settling on your shoulder as you make your way to the kitchen. Once there, you try to set her down on a chair, but her grip tightens, and she shakes her head with a soft, stubborn whine.
âCâmon, baby,â you tease, smiling as you glance down at her. âI have to make breakfast.â
âStay with me,â she murmurs, pressing closer, unwilling to let go.
You chuckle warmly, giving in as you move around the kitchen, her arms still wrapped around you. âToast or cereal?â you ask, looking down with a smile.
âToast, please,â she replies, shifting slightly and wincing as she adjusts to the soreness.
You slide two slices of bread into the toaster, then wrap your arms around her waist, holding her close. Your hands move in soothing circles along her back, slipping down to massage her gently. She lets out a quiet whimper, relaxing into you and wrapping her arms more snugly around your neck.
She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, then trails another along your jawline, her lips brushing against your skin with a warmth that lingers. âThank you for taking care of me,â she whispers, her voice full of warmth.
You soften, meeting her gaze with affection before pressing a kiss to her forehead. âAlways, my love,â you murmur. âItâs my favorite thing to do.â
A smile lights her face as she rests her head on your shoulder, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along your neck and through your hair. When the toast pops, you quickly butter each slice and hand one to her. She takes a bite, savoring the warmth as she stays nestled against you. Every so often, she leans in to press a kiss to your cheek or nuzzle your neck, her soft smile matching yours as you share the quiet moment.
You chuckle, rubbing slow, comforting circles on her back as you tease, âYouâre clingy this morning.â
She giggles, taking another bite before leaning in again to kiss your cheek. âI just donât want you to leave,â she whispers playfully, her voice soft.
âIâm not going anywhere,â you promise, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead as you hold her close, the warmth between you as comforting as the morning light filtering in around you.
After breakfast, you stand up from your chair with Kyujin still in your arms. You begin carrying her to the bathroom as she nestles against you, her head resting gently on your shoulder. Inside, you set her down and start the bath, testing the temperature until itâs perfectly warmâjust right to ease the ache in her muscles. You glance over at her, meeting her eyes as you begin to help her undress, your touch lingering on each piece, slow and gentle. She watches you quietly, her gaze soft but thoughtful, as if thereâs something sheâs been holding back.
Once sheâs undressed, you guide her into the bath, lowering her carefully into the warm water. She releases a sigh, her body sinking into the soothing heat. The calm stillness in the room is almost palpable, broken only by the occasional gentle splash of water as you pour a cup over her shoulders, letting it cascade down her back. She stays quiet, watching you intently, and you notice the slight crease in her brow, the way her lips press together as if deep in thought. With each tender motion, you sense her hesitation growing, as if sheâs contemplating something sheâs not quite ready to voice.
You reach for the shampoo, pouring a small amount into your hands and working it into her hair, your fingers moving in slow, comforting circles along her scalp. Kyujinâs eyes close, and she leans into your touch, each gentle press of your fingertips lulling her into relaxation. But still, that quiet tension lingers in the way she holds herself, a shadow that hasnât fully eased.
As you massage the shampoo through her hair, her breaths deepen, but she doesnât speak, her expression softening and her shoulders relaxing under your hands. You lean over, dipping the cup into the water and preparing to rinse, but you canât ignore the way her eyes flicker, as if a weight is pressing on her heart.
âWhatâs on your mind, baby?â you ask softly, your voice barely above a murmur, your hands still gentle in her hair.
She hesitates, her lashes fluttering before she looks away, her voice almost a whisper. âI⊠I feel like you forgave me too soon.â
You pause, the water warm against your hands as you take in her words. She glances down, her expression clouded, her fingers tracing the waterâs surface as if searching for the right way to explain. âI was careless. I didnât think⊠about what the wrench could mean to you,â she murmurs, voice thick with emotion. âI really didn't mean to Opaa...â
Your hands rest in her hair for a beat, then slowly you tip her chin up with gentle fingers, meeting her gaze. âJagiyaâ you murmur, your eyes soft, âI forgave you because I know it was a mistake. You didnât mean to hurt me, and you regret it. Thatâs all that matters to me.â
She looks away, her cheeks warming under your gaze, guilt flickering across her features. âBut it was important to you,â she says, her voice trembling slightly. âI should have been more careful⊠You deserved more time to be mad. I just⊠donât want to hurt you again.â
With the cup still in hand, you brush your thumb over her cheek, letting her feel the warmth of your touch as you cradle her face. âWe all make mistakes, Jagiya,â you say gently, your voice a steady reassurance. âYouâve already shown me how much you care. Thatâs all I need to know.â
Her eyes well up as she leans into your touch, her shoulders easing as if a weight has finally lifted. She looks at you, her voice breaking softly. âThank you for being so patient with me⊠even when I donât deserve it.â
You smile softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. As you continue rinsing the shampoo from her hair, you press a tender kiss to her forehead, letting her know, without words, that sheâs understood and forgiven.
âYou deserve all the care I can give,â you murmur, your voice filled with quiet reassurance. You rest your hand on her cheek, brushing a thumb along her damp skin, letting her feel the warmth and steadiness in your touch. Her eyes close, leaning into the comfort you offer, each gentle stroke dispelling her lingering worries. As you rinse the last of the shampoo from her hair, her expression softens, tension melting away as she takes a deep, steadying breath.
In that moment, you hold her gaze, letting her see the depth of your patience and the unreserved love reflected there. The weight sheâd been carrying seems to dissolve, replaced by a sense of safety and acceptance that surrounds her like the warmth of the bath. She reaches up, placing her hand over yours, and as you stay there, quiet and close, she knows, fully, that she is forgiven and loved beyond measure.
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Incorrect. For a couple reasons:
1. Less than half of Americans who could vote, voted.
2. It's not how Kamala ran her campaign. It's how She and Biden wasted their incumbency doing nothing.
3. Trump had 2-3 million LESS people vote for him than in 2016. The fact that Kamala had 14-16 Million less people vote for her is not indicative of a "swing right"; simple math says that Trump's numbers would have to be positive for that to begin to be the case.
4. The Democrats took NO steps to head-off Trump or Project 2025. There are a lot of things they could have done, COULD STILL DO, to make that as difficult as possible. Enshrining Trans Protections in Federal Law. Creating a law establishing an agency that exists to ensure Women maintain the right to Abortions, with mandatory budget allocation. Creating a law requiring all accused Undocumented Immigrants be afforded full Constitutional Protections, that they are tried individually, and ICE has to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that they are truly here illegally, knowingly and by choice. But they didn't. They wanted to tie all of that to a Democratic 2024, meaning that they saw a murderer wielding a gun labelled "Project 2025", and instead of stopping him, they whispered to us, "You know, if you keep voting Democrat, we'll keep him away from you."
5. If your Incumbent Party bungles an election against Trump, that is not a failure of the voters, it's a failure of the Party.
What did Democrats do to challenge the insane levels of power-grabbing from the Supreme Court? Well, they granted SCOTUS Justices extra Secret Service protections, of course!
What did Democrats do about the fact that the average rent in EVERY State is more than the average monthly wage? Did they introduce price controls? Renter protections? No. The FBI raided one office and then seemingly did nothing. This is not a new problem, and the Democrats have had four years with a solid, if not unshakable, Congressional control to do so.
What did Democrats do about the fact that a hurricane destroyed western NC? Did they send National Guard to establish Rationing, to ensure that people still had access to basic needs? No, they sent cops to threaten to beat anyone who wanted the food and water in the stores which had no power so all of that was going to go bad anyway.
What did Democrats do about the fact that Climate Change looms above all of us as a loaded gun pressed against the head of the Human species? Did they reactivate Nuclear Powerplants to create a massive source of emissions-free, too-cheap-to-meter electrical power, forcing Oil and Coal to break up their market hegemony? No, they decided those plants would EXCLUSIVELY go to AI datacenters so we could make really good pictures of Shrimp Jesus amidst all the intensifying mass digital surveillance.
What did Democrats do about the fact that we are currently embroiled in two major wars, one of which is deeply wrong and deeply unpopular? Did they pressure the aggressor, who is reliant on American-made weapons and technologies as a majority of their stockpiles, to back the fuck off? No, they made patronising statements to the media and
then sent Bill Clinton to go tell Lebanese Americans how it was good that Israel was bombing Lebanon and Gaza, actually, and they ought to be thankful.
Jesus fucking Christ, this isn't about Kamala's advertising like she's a commercial on TV. It's about the people who are sick and dying because Neoliberal Economics refuses to recognize they exist as long as GDP Go Up, Mr. Bond.
Remember when Biden arbitrarily decided Covid was over? I do! Is it over? No! People still are contracting it, getting sick, and dying from it. I see those people when they come to pick up their suddenly-much-more-expensive Paxlovid. I've seen people who can't afford it and break down crying because they don't know if they will live through their next paycheck.
#us politics#fuck off pretending that this result was anything other than the last grasp of a dead ideology punishing âthe poorsâ one last time#if you use Donald Trump as a gun to try and force people to vote for you#you shouldn't be surprised when those people just shut down instead#it's not like major Democrats and Democrat donors aren't White Supremacist either#Biden wanted to send the Hatians back#to the country the Clinton Foundation intentionally destroyed so Haitans would be forced to buy American Arsenic Rice
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Part 1/? of How to Deal With the Next Four(ish) Years
Learn how to tell the difference between "their policies/rhetoric actively target me/a marginalized group" and "they have not been as successful as I hoped in protecting me/a marginalized group." I saw the rhetoric a fair amount pre-election that the Democratic Party and its policies were transphobic, that Biden failed queer people, etc. as a reason not to vote for Harris or for Democrats, and the reality is that the Democratic Party and Joe Biden have actually been pretty steadily implementing laws and policies to support and protect queer (including trans) people, and Republicans want queer/trans people to die.
If you want to protect marginalized groups, whether they're ones you're part of or not, you really need to start actively working on distinguishing between the two. And if you keep hearing that the Democrats are just as bad about a marginalized group in the US as the Republicans, actually look into that. What is the evidence? What laws have been introduced or passed by one party versus the other? What rhetoric do they use? What policies and regulations are being put in place?
And is the problem that the Democratic Party is "just as bad" or that they have not managed to stop Republican laws in red states?
None of this is to say that the Democratic Party is perfect, but in most cases only one party is actively working to harm or kill marginalized people, and it's not the Dems.
Understand the government structure that directly impacts you. Not every state or locality operates the same way, and you may have more or fewer layers of government over you with different levels of power. Do you have a town/city government and a county government, or just one or the other? How many officials are elected in your state versus appointed?
Part of that is also understanding what is controlled at the local, state, and federal level. If you're mad about a law or policy and want it to change, whose law or policy is it? Chances are, if it's about how things work for you, it's a state or local law rather than a federal one. Once you understand that, you can target any organizing efforts in the right direction.
Pick your battles. This is not to say that you shouldn't care about a lot of things, but trying to personally organize around everything will probably just make you ineffective and burn you out. Is it Palestine? Ukraine? Sudan? Environmental justice? Climate change? Immigration? Abortion? Queer rights and protections? Education? Native American rights? Criminal justice reform?
Understanding your own priorities can also help you determine what candidates you support and where you draw your red lines. I care a lot about public schools, but support for charter schools is not a red line for me in a politician. Being pro-life is.
But I'm also pragmatic--if my choice is a pro-life person who also wants all queer people to die and a pro-life person who wants to protect queer people, I will hold my nose vote for the latter rather than risk the former winning.
Start identifying what protections you and your loved ones might need that you can access now. Is it an IUD, a tubal ligation, or a vasectomy? Is it getting your legal name changed now? Is it establishing other legal protections such as power of attorney even if you're married?
Vote in every election. If you are an eligible voter, you should be a registered voter, and you should vote every single time. I think the only election I've missed in the last 5 years is the 2024 Democratic primary, and that's 50% because it was basically an uncontested race and 50% because I forgot when it was.
Primaries are where you get to have a say in who your candidate is--at all levels. Look at the policies of who is running and vote for who you want to win--whether because of policy, temperment, or any other reason.
But state and local elections are incredibly important, because they have a huge impact on your actual quality of life. Show up and vote. Vote on off years. Vote when it's just local. Vote for Board of Education, for water commissioner, for sheriff, for judges.
Voting is cheap, it's easy, and it does make a difference.
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smoke and mirrors - chris sturniolo
chapter two
summary: your best friend Matt backs out of plans you had made together, so you replace him with his brother. the only problem is the two of you canât stand each other.
{enemies to lovers, fake dating}
includes : explicit language, fluff, smut(penetration, oral, fingering, etc.), angst if you squint, lots of bickering, slow burn
wc: 2.5k
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part one
âLike this?â
âNo! Like⊠move your hips over.â
âChris, this feels wrong!â
âYeah, because itâs you! Come on, just come here for the picture.â
You groan and scoot closer to Chris on the bed, slinging your leg over his hips. He was laid flat on his back and you were on your side facing him. You guys had agreed on pretending to be each othersâ significant others for a short amount of time, and right now you were trying to get all the pictures you could. This was the third photo position you guys had gotten yourselves into, each one getting more intimate than the last. Your mindset was, the more pictures you took at once, the less youâd have to spend time together.
âOkay, take your picture,â you tell him, throwing your arm over his torso and looking up at him.
Chris looks down at you, your faces inches away from each other. âGod, youâre so impatient. Donât you just wanna cuddle like this for a minute?â He smirks a little before grabbing his phone with his left hand, placing his right hand on your bare thigh, snapping the picture like that.
âOkay, good. Now, uh⊠I donât think youâre gonna like this next one,â Chris pushes your leg off of him and you sit up, peering down at him.
âFuck you,â you say harshly. âWhat now?â
He smiles and pats his lap, and your jaw drops. âNo,â you shake your head. âNo way, Iâm not getting on your lap.â
Chris groans. âI am not going to get hard at the thought of you on top of me if thatâs what youâre worried about,â he promises.
âYeah, well, you already think Iâm hot so I donât know,â you tell him, disgusted. âCanât we do something else?â
Chris reaches out and pinches the back of your arm, clearly unamused. âDude, I didnât say I personally think youâre hot, I said youâre hotter than this chick. Big difference. Besides, Iâm hot, too, and you know it, so come on, sit on daddyâs lap.â
You grimace at his word choice. âThat just made me want to do it even less,â you say, but despite your words, you scoot closer until youâre next to him, then swing your leg over him and sit on his lap, your crotch sitting directly above his dick.
âSee?â He smiles, reaching out to place a hand on your thigh again, even though the camera wasnât out yet. âThis isnât so bad, right?â
You canât help it when your throat goes dry at the feeling of his hand on your leg, and he was partially right. Matt was attractive, Nick was attractive, and unfortunately the short end of the stick with that reality was that Chris was also attractive, though youâd never say those words out loud.
You snap out of it quickly and grab your own phone to distract yourself, but Chris reaches up and grabs your phone out of your hands, putting it on the bed next to him. âGotta look interested in me, baby,â he coos.
You groan and cross your arms, body shaking slightly as you did so, making Chris suck in a quiet breath. âDonât call me baby, weâre not actually together.â
âStop wiggling, yeah?â He asks you, hand on your thigh gripping tighter than it was before.
You raise your eyebrows at him, staring down with a clear attitude present on your face. âI thought you would be fine and not get hard.â You mocked him.
Chris meets your eyes. âI said I wouldnât get hard at the thought of you but you keep moving around and I only have so much self control.â
You cringe, focusing your attention on your lower half where you no doubt start to feel the beginnings of an erection forming where your bodies met. âCan you hurry please?â
Chris picks his phone back up and opens his camera, but couldnât resist the nasty comment that sat on his tongue, begging to be spoken. âMaybe I just wanna feel you a little longer.â
Your jaw drops, face heating up uncontrollably. âChris!â
Chris rolls his eyes at your aggressive tone. âJust kidding, jeez. Here, put your hands here.â He pulls up the hoodie to make it look like heâs shirtless and then grabs your hands, placing them both on his stomach so youâre leaning over him, your cleavage peeking through the neckline of your shirt. With the angle change and your weight shifted onto your hands, part of you wanted to tease him, and you had no idea what was coming over you in the moment, probably just the fact that you hadnât been in this position in so long and you were craving the attention and validation of a man, wanting to feel someone fall apart underneath you, but you quickly remind yourself who youâre dealing with when he speaks again. âOh perfect,â he says, holding his phone up to take the picture. âThatâs definitely going in my spank bank.â
âEw, Chris!â You screech at him, smacking him on the head before standing up off the bed completely. âWeâre done for right now, youâre insanely gross.â
Chris laughs at you and pulls his hoodie down, sitting up on the bed. He moved quickly, but you caught on to the quick dip of his hand in his sweatpants, clearly waistbanding his dick, but you donât mention it and he sure as hell doesnât either. âIâm just messing with you,â he says.
âYeah well Iâm over it,â you huff, crossing your arms again.
âAlright, get out of my room then,â Chris points to the door, and you happily oblige, leaving his room and heading up the stairs, making your way to Mattâs room where you find him sitting at his desk playing games and Nick laid on the bed playing on his phone.
Matt turns his head and smiles at you. âHey, love. Howâs being Chrisâs girlfriend going?â
You groan loudly and drag your hands down your face. âFucking terrible!â You cry. âHeâs so pervy and gross and just awful to be around. I donât know how you guys deal with him all day every day.â
Nick laughs in response. âWe actually like him and he likes us.â
You shudder and grab the blankets from underneath your body, shimmying under them. âIâm taking a nap, hopefully thatâll cleanse me from the objectification Iâve endured.â
Both the boys laugh at you and go back to what theyâre doing as you get comfortable and close your eyes.
Before you dozed off you found yourself wondering what things would be like if Chris wasnât so annoying and how life would be if the two of you got along. Would you guys actually stand a chance at being in a relationship? Would either of you have feelings for each other that werenât so negative? Youâve never thought about these possibilities before, and though it scared you slightly, you brushed it aside and let yourself drift off to sleep.
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The four of you sat around the kitchen table later that night eating Italian food that Matt had gone and picked up, and the room was silent apart from the chewing noises that filled the air. You know the food is good if everyone is quiet you always say. But unfortunately, the sweet silence is interrupted by Chris clearing his throat and setting his fork down.
âSo,â he starts, looking towards you. âIâm thinking we go on a date.â
You almost choke on your food, eyes widening. âWhat?!â You yell, mouth still full of food.
âEw, swallow first. And yes, but not a real date, obviously. My idea is you can go to a fancy restaurant with Matt or something and he can take pictures of you looking all dressed up and just send them to me.â Chris suggests, and itâs not the worst idea in the world. Free dinner in a nice restaurant with your best friend? Sounds like a win win to you.
âYou shouldâve led with that, fuckface. Almost made me choke,â you tell him with furrowed eyebrows, wiping your mouth with your napkin.
âI typically do make women choke,â he replies with a smirk.
Everyone at the table groans in disgust at his dirty comment. âToo much,â Nick says loudly, waving his hands in the air.
Chris just laughs. âSo is that a yes?â
You look at Matt and he shrugs his shoulders. âIâm fine with it,â he tells you, and you nod your head in agreement.
âGreat!â Chris smiles, clapping his hands together. âIâll make reservations for you guys and let you know when it is.â
You guys both nod and go back to eating your dinner.
After everyone was done eating, you guys migrated to the couch, where you ended up sandwiched between Matt and Chris, though Chris left a decent amount of space as opposed to Matt who sat nearly hip to hip with you.
âWhat are we watching?â You ask, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and throwing it over yours and Mattâs body.
âGet a room,â Chris grumbles, looking over at you and Matt snuggled up under the blanket.
You look towards him and smile. âIf you wanna cuddle with me just say that,â you tease, kicking your feet up onto his lap.
He instantly shoves your legs off of him and scoots farther away from you. âGross, get your feet off of me. You wish I wanted to cuddle with you, slut.â
Matt and Nick both whip their head up to look at Chris, and he immediately drops his head down towards his lap, knowing he fucked up. âChris,â Matt spits. âToo fucking far, apologize or get the fuck out.â
âMatt, itâs fine,â you tell him, tucking your legs close to your body. Chris had never really gone that far, but you werenât super surprised by the words he said, though it stung a little bit.
âNo, it isnât. I get you guys have your little arguments but thatâs not okay,â Matt tells him again, voice as stern as the first time.
Chris sighs and picks his head back up, but only focuses on the tv in front of him, still not playing anything. âSorry, didnât mean to call you a slut.â He mumbles.
You just nod your head and look over at Nick and then look up at Matt. âCan we just put something on please?â
They agree and start scrolling through the streaming services, trying to find something to put on.
If you tried to think about it, you never really could pinpoint the exact moment you and Chris started acting like this, it just kind of became your guysâ normal. Youâd all known each other since high school, and you clicked with Nick and Matt instantly, and you always thought Chris would come around, but he never did and your relationship never got any better. The more you hung around, the more hostile your relationship got, and the more you adapted.
It started as teasing, a âshut upâ here, a âyouâre so annoyingâ there, but as you guys continued to see each other, it just got meaner and meaner, and youâre so used to it now that you canât imagine life without it, which is why it was so hard to imagine how he was going to act at this wedding when he had to pretend he didnât hate you.
You guys ended up just putting on a movie youâd never seen, some chick flick rom com that only you and Nick were interested in, so you werenât surprised when Matt and Chris grabbed their phones and started their endless scroll, until Chris looked up and over towards you.
âHey,â he starts quietly, and you turn your head to look at him. âCan you, uh.. can you come take a picture with me? Sheâs texting me right now and thinks Iâm lying about you. Which I guess I am, but, whatever. Just for a second?â
You think about it for a couple of moments, not really sure if cuddling up with Chris in front of his brothers is something you necessarily want to do right now, but you also donât want to ruin the deal you two had made with each other, so you lightly nod your head and remove the blanket that covered you and Matt, scooting closer to Chris.
âHow do you want to do this?â You asked him, and he just patted his leg.
âJust put your legs over mine and scoot real close, thatâll be fine. I can snap it really quick,â he says, and you oblige, scooting a bit closer than before and swinging both of your legs over one of his, draped over his thigh. You leaned your body into his, and he placed his hand on your thigh, tucked between both of your legs.
âGood?â You ask, eyes flitting up over his face. He nods and lifts his phone up to take a photo, taking a couple before looks over at you and reaches your gaze.
He takes a deep breath while staring at you, hand still resting on your thigh. âIâm sorry,â he says, voice low so his brothers couldnât hear, but it was so quiet you almost didnât hear him. âI really didnât mean to call you that, it just slipped out.â
Youâre shocked at the fact that he offered an actual apology, considering the fact that heâd never said sorry unless his brothers had told him to, so something about this felt a little bit more genuine than usual.
You offer him a tight lipped smile and nod your head. âI forgive you,â you tell him just as quietly.
He pulls his hand out from your thighs and taps your leg lightly. âGood, now go back to cozying up with my brother before I throw up.â
You laugh and do as he says, moving away from him and back towards Matt, who smiles sweetly at you, taking up the same position as you had with Chris, placing the blanket back over you both.
As you sat there and watched the movie, you couldnât help but steal a few glances towards Chris, watching as he played with his lip with his free hand while he scrolled, or how he giggled to himself every time he saw a video that he found cute. The way he peeked up at the tv every so often to see what was happening, then went back on his phone to pretend he wasnât interested in the cheesy movie.
What you were completely clueless to, though, was the way he did the same thing to you, watching as you laughed along with Nick, or how you cuddled closer into his brother, his hand rubbing your arm sweetly and habitually. He even watched the way your eyes started to flutter towards the end of the movie, clearly too tired to head home, just like most nights.
Maybe you werenât that bad or annoying, but he was so deep in it now that he felt he could never turn back, never admit that maybe one day heâd like to be close to you like you were to his brothers. He had no idea that youâd take him up on that offer in a heartbeat.
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a/n: part two!!! thanks for all the love on part one!!
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𧞠+ franco + "what the hell was her problem?" "that's what i said!"
a/n: this was such a good one eve!! tysmm <33
âtell me about your day,â you said, rolling onto your side to hold your phone.
âah, it was the usual,â franco shrugged, his face taking up your screen. he was in a hoodie, looking as cozy and handsome as ever. âjust practice runs to get data and prepare for quali tomorrow.â
âyouâre going to do great,â you smiled.
âgracias, amor,â franco chuckled. âoh, wait, i had something i wanted to tell you actually. so you know my press officer, right?â
you nodded, amused. âoh no, what did you do now?â you teased.
ânada!â franco protested, holding up his hands. âi was just telling a fan i liked their merch which wasnât official, and then my press officer said i shouldnât say that.â
you scrunched up your nose. âwhat the hell was her problem?â
âsi, thatâs what i said!â franco exclaimed, a little too loud for his hotel room, and quieted down again. âa lot of my fans canât afford the real merch. demasiado caro.â (too expensive)
it was crazy how much you two understood each other, being able to read the other like a book. franco always knew how to tell what you were feeling, and you could always guess what was on his mind. that instant spark was one of the reasons why you worked so well together.
you laughed, glad to share a sliver of your time with franco, but you missed having him next to you. âso, anything else interesting?â
âhm, no,â franco shrugged. ây tĂș? how was your day?â
âsame old,â you replied. âbusy with homework for uni, missing you.â
âi miss you too,â franco said softly, glancing at you through the screen. âbut soon, iâll be able to visit you.â
you grinned at that, blowing a kiss at your phone. âcanât wait, franco.â
joyce's birthday bash! đœ
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This is so much gaslighting. The policing of language to coerce the public into not believing the proof of their eyes and the very real language of Science is what has been coming specifically from rabid Leftists, the actual problem and it is still going on. Watch, if you dare to, a Rabbi on CNN, go after and attempt to bully another guest who simply uses honest language, in regards to Transgender. He loses his shit, but is a prime example of how activists on the Left constantly treated anyone who disagreed with them. We cannot keep using delusional language to placate a small member of society, to the detriment of whole swathes of other people. The Gender Ideology movement is hurting 1000s of Women, Children and entire families, because it is essentially a covert Men's movement. The sheer amounts of Transgender Males being linked to child abuse, assault and child porn should have woken somebody in the Democratic Party up.
The second video is Anna, showing debates and opinions of Leftists in the public eye and the consequences of Afghanistan. It also shows the negative language being used by supposed Leftists which turns off the majority of Americans.
The third is the general response and feelings of entire black communities. A handful of coddled, Black Boule tools in media and entertainment does not encompass the rest of us who still deal with ingrained laws and loopholes that keep whole black communities poor, and who are guaranteed to get hit with higher mortgage and loan rates, gentrification and majority black schools targeted. Reparations were never simply about money. It was also about addressing systemic racism.
People had better get a clue about black people. We would rather deal, head on, with someone who we know might be an enemy, rather than a group who pretends to be our friends to our faces, only to keep forgetting about us, time after time.
FYI, the carving up of humans by ever-changing and new identities into more and more separated boxes, is a tool of Marxism, as described by Jasun Horseley in The Vice of Kings. The more different boxes you can create, the more different groups you can pit against one another.
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i hate to be that guy, but the idea that gender, sex, and sexuality are ontologically pure concepts that can be rigidly defined if we simply police our language enough (our english language, because of course) isâi cannot stress this enoughâa total waste of time. you may as well spend your afternoons teaching a brick how to swim
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caitlyn is sososo interesting this season because yes sheâs the most open and vulnerable with vi, but even in their scenes together, you can see cait choosing her facial expressions. and even in the kiss scene itâs all focused on vi. we donât see cait for the majority of it, and we donât see her face when they kiss. when we DO see her face in that scene, itâs uncharacteristically lacking in emotion! itâs intense, and while you can tell this moment means something to her, sheâs not being herself. sheâs hiding. and sheâs been doing that all season with everyone.
i think the subconscious reason cait kissed vi when she did was that she knew they were in conflict and wanted to kiss her before they fell out, instead of actually dealing with the problem. that moment just feels like resignation from her. (AND i think vi looked so confused at caitlynâs affection because she couldnât tell what was going through her head.)
#this post is more about cait in relation to vi because i just find their dynamic the most compelling aspect of act 1#but oh my god i am thinking so many thouhts about how caitlynâs shooting tactics have changed throughout this act#and how she and jinx are perfect foils and how sheâs unlearning SO MUCH that she learned in season one#and JHYZYSGDXKLK#the seasons not even over yet and i already feel like i could write an essay about this woman#arcane season 2 spoilers#arcane s2#arcane#caitlyn kiramman#cait analysis#? i guess#arcane analysis#?#caitvi#violyn#arcane league of lesbians
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cw: child abuse and non-sexual grooming
VEILGUARD SPOILERS (from lucanis' writing, a mission towards the ending and a little general)
About Lucanis and the Antivan Crows...
after finishing datv, I can finally say for sure that despite the fact that i find this game was overall fine, there are several things about it that have disappointed me. one of those things is about lucanis (and it's not even the only thing about lucanis that bothers me, but we'll leave that discussion for another time, because there's a lot to say about the writing).
in this game, Caterina Dellamorte (lucanis and illario's grandmother) is portrayed as a woman that's cold and demanding. not particularly nice, lucanis fully acknowledges that she's not exactly the loving type, and it's easy to assume things about her and about their relationship based on that... but for some reason it's never addressed that she abused lucanis when he was a child, by beating him and starving him. this is something that you can read in lucanis' story in tevinter nights, the wigmaker job, which was lucanis' introduction.
"Memories of sweat-ïŹlled days without food or water came unbidden Lucanisâs back tingled from where his grandmotherâs cane had bruised his ïŹesh for letting his guard down or fumbling his footwork. For years, heâd hated her. But his time as a Master taught Lucanis that Caterinaâs cruelty was her way he was prepared for this lifeâthat he survived."
I was waiting to finish the game before I said it, because I expected him to mention at some point but... no, nothing. I don't know if there's anything in a codex or something specific I missed, but even if that's the case, I expected it to be significant at all. it wasn't.
i'm not even going to get into what lucanis should feel about this. before the game came out i talked about some of my hopes for him based on the info we had about him, and imo there was not even half of that level of depth to his character. but i wouldnt have minded if the game went in another direction, or if lucanis simply just wasnt open to discuss it, or if he came to the conclusion that it was fine. i won't get into how "problematic" thinking that is, because i could understand that he tells himself that, and as a fucking assassin, i understand that he's come to terms with it because otherwise he probably wouldnt have survived in such a dangerous enviroment. i won't get into it bc as i said, i can understand it. my problem is that lucanis never says it. he never tells rook or anyone else that caterina abused him, or that the crows overall are very abusive and that they do this to children and break their minds basically in order to become emotionless living weapons. and if this is said in any banter, then i missed it in my 91h of gameplay, and i had lucanis in my party every single time we went outside. or it might be in a codex entry, idk. the point is that even if that's the case, that's not a great way to tell this info, especially when in the story theres no other way to learn anything like this about the crows. ppl that i talked to that didnt read tevinter nights didnt know this fact abt caterina and lucanis' past, they simply didnt cause how could they. I just wanted to say this because I think it's important to know if you like lucanis, or the antivan crows, and it's never even actually implied.
I also have many other issues with his writing, but the antivan crows are unfortunately also whitewashed. at least if you've played dragon age origins you know this, but our first antivan crow companion, zevran, talks about how he was taken as a child by the antivan crows. how he was literally bought by them as an orphan, and forced to become an assassin, and when he tries to flee, they attempt to murder him throughout the game. he even talks about how apparently some crows even made their members go through blood magic rituals to acquire abilities (SOUND FAMILIAR? IT'S LITERALLY WHAT ZARA DOES TO LUCANIS, ISN'T IT. HOW FUCKED UP). i think it's so disrespectful to dragon age's worldbuilding and so appalling that they simply... ignored all of this. I'm very upset that this was completely whitewashed. i wont get into it, but i assume they didn't show the crows being awful because, well... they have to be the good alternative for government in antiva. the bad guys are the antaam, and that's it. but one of the things i always loved about dragon age is how they treat these sort of political things. as i said, in origins the crows were more of an antagonistic figure, but at least it made them feel more real and serious. and people loved the crows like they were, fucked up assassins. in this game... idk, am i supposed to believe the assassin guys are nice? why hide the ugly? of course it's gonna be there, and it's ok. irl it happens a lot that oppressed people have to rely on groups that are less than ideal for their liberation, and a lot of times citizens are kinda ok w it bc no one else will stand up for them, so they have to work w what they have, and they're just relieved theres someone there for them. and it also shows that people are not perfect victims. if you're putting ppl in a corner, at some point ppl are rarely gonna care about being "good", and it's only human. and im not even gonna get into being an antivan crow rook because... sigh, it's more of the same. just disappointing. rook even mentions that theyre an orphan. and im pretty sure in the final mission about treviso, at least if you helped jacobus, he is like "i'll take in orphans and give them a chance". oh man, yeah. cool. please tell me how you'll raise them to be, im so curious to see how you won't groom children and abuse them into becoming mindless cold soldiers. that's fucking insane. this feels like fucking US army levels of propaganda and grooming. i love when we normalize child soldiers that's so fucking awesome i love this "woke" game when it's pro-military and anti-fucking-questioning-anything-a-military-force-does.
i even wondered if all of this has been retconned or simply ignored. i dont have a problem w retconning overall, and it's only natural it would happen in a franchise that's as old as DA, but the thing is... why would you do it. it literally just makes them flatter, it doesn't make any fucking sense.
so yes. im VERY disappointed in this game and the writing. this is one of the many things in the writing that disappointed me. the antivan crows are an organization that bring hope, and im perfectly fine with them being portrayed as "saviors", but im not ok with them conveniently not addressing any of their very bad issues. it's unrealistic. it's disrespectful to our intelligence, to dragon age fans and to dragon age origins. it's disrespectful to characters like zevran, who got into an insane war with them for a fucking reason. it's disrespectful to every antivan crow character to be honest. and im sorry, i dont even think this is insane to ask from them. like.... im literally just asking for consistency. they had it already, i dont understand why they did this. i had faith in them, but perhaps that's on me. im so heartbroken.
and i promise i actually think the game overall is ok. it was fun. definitely one of my least favorite games, if not my least favorite, but still. i appreciate it, and LOVED. LOVEEED some scenes. in fact, it might have at the very least one of my favorite scenes from the whole franchise. i think this game has very low points, and very high points, so it's hard to say what i think about it in few words.... but there are so many things like this in the writing, and it's just SO upsetting and disrespectful. im sorry. im truly sorry, you don't know how much i wanted to love this game and the writing. you have no idea. but i have self respect, and i don't lie to myself when i see something i dont like. it feels like they're whitewashing the crows cause we'd be too stupid to understand complex political issues. i thought this game was mature and could handle mature themes, but it doesnt seem like it's the case anymore. perhaps bioware is dead. i still want to believe they can come back from this but......... the post credit scene doesnt reassure me AT ALL. sigh. im just upset and sad. and as i said, this is only one of my many issues. i'll talk about the rest in the future, but im writing all of it down and i need time for that. i hope you understand that this comes from a place of genuine love. sorry i can't be happy about this game, but some of the stuff i see just ruins the rest for me.
edit: someone told me that apparently theres a banter when you go to dellamorte's villa and lucanis *implies* that he was beat by his grandmother (at least to another antivan crow rook). this whole post still stands though. i think that should have not been a banter that i (and im sure others) missed. and again, it also ties to how i think the crows as an organization and their methods were whitewashed. even if it's not particularly a lucanis problem, it could have been to some extent addressed by him.
#sorry but im not sorry for having opinions. i hope you understand.#child abuse#veilguard spoilers#datv spoilers#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard#datv#dav#da4#dragon age#dragon age critical#datv critical#lucanis dellamorte#lucanis#illario dellamorte#caterina dellamorte#zevran arainai#jacobus#house dellamorte#dragon age lucanis#datv meta#dragon age meta#lucanis dellamorte meta#lucanis meta
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So, here is the pitch:
AU where Siltsplash finds out they are pregnant around the same moon that Eklutna gives birth to the boys. (Rather than an AU where Owl doesnât cheat because then we wouldnât have Song, Dance, or Dash and that wonât do)
It makes the betrayal even worse because itâs even more pointless since they were going to give Owl an heir.
Anyway, meet Spindlekit
She will eventually go blind I imagine, but if Owlstar suggest she retire she tells him that he should retire for being old lmao.
Warrior name is open to suggestion
I love her and Iâm so mad that she doesnât exist now.
The fact that Song doesnât have a little sister is a CRIME. This is what he was born to do.
Not only am I okay with it, I would love to see it!
You are so right, here's a flashback that was cut for time from Moon 28:
Erminepaw has had a crush on Songpaw since they were in the nursery together, he just never called attention to it. He honestly probably doesn't even register that it is a crush, he's doing that thing that kids do where they're like this is my best friend, of course I want to marry him that's how everyone feels about their best friend. Nothing out of the ordinary here! Just my best friend that I must be holding hands with at all times for best friend reasons!
Yes! This is Fox----, he has been causing problems since the literal day he was born. You've met both of his parents, but I would be a little bit surprised if you guessed them correctly. Parental drama is kinda part of his whole deal. He's one of the first 3rd generation cats born in Loudclan.
I have SO much advice, about the images, the recommended size is 1280 x 1920 pixels, that's always a little too short for my panels, so I try to aim for 1280 x 2000 - 3000. It still deteriorates them a little bit, but people can always click on them for better quality. Bigger text and variation in values also help for readability regardless of size. (value meaning how light or dark a color is. if you want something to stand out it's more important to change the value than it is to change the hue generally speaking.) As for grabbing attention, I would recommend making sure that the image you're trying to show is visible above the cut off for longer posts, posts with only text visible are a lot less likely to get interaction. That being said, the most important thing for the longevity of your blog is making sure that it's something you are doing for yourself. There's nothing wrong with liking when your posts get attention, but it's not likely to happen for a long while (I think moon 5 was the first time I got double digit likes which was three months after I started.) I appreciate all of the love that Loudclan gets now, but if I had started with that as the goal I never would have been able to reach the point of it happening. (I actually started posting Loudclan with the intention of proving to myself once and for all that posting art was not a viable endeavor for me, so... I'll consider that a successful failure!)
You CANNOT DO THIS to me anon- "the canadian city"- YOU MEAN JUNEAU? YOU MEAN THE CAPITAL OF ALASKA JUNEAU?!?! JUNEAU?!?! CANADIAN?!?! When I catch you anon- anon when I catch you-
Come here, anon. I just want to talk. I just want to have a word with you.
#loudclanasks#loudclan#clangen#loudclanfan#Moon 31 sketch is done but I've been working on a special little project before I start on the lines!#anon im not actually mad at you but I am completely befuddled as to how you came to decide that the capital of alaska belonged to canada#if anyone says they thought alaska was part of canada in the comments I will be committing crimes.#long post#cw blood#cw implied abuse#cw language
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Svt telling their s/o theyâre tired of them? Angst to fluff pls
telling their s/o they're tired of them
content: established relationship, mentions of arguments, angst to fluff, fighting, making up, etc.
wc: 1706
a/n: i wrote this incredibly dramatic for no reason lol i hope u enjoy though!!
masterlist
seungcheol -
it'd be done in the heat of the moment. he wouldn't mean it, but he'd say it specifically with the intention of hurting you, which he'd realize in the moment but would regret the moment you walked away with a huff. he'd have to sit on it for a while ruminating on what happened. it'd take him a while to actually go to you to apologize due to his stubbornness, but he'd eventually realize how badly he fucked up when his messages began to go unanswered.
after a while, he'd literally just have to push his pride aside completely in order to apologize. he'd realize the error of his ways and be honest in the fact that he didn't mean it and was just being petty and vindictive. would understand if you needed some time apart or if he'd damaged your trust. he'd realize the error of his stubbornness after this incident.
jeonghan -
it'd be said in a moment where too many things are bothering him, just constantly jamming into his mind and adding more and more problems into his life and driving him insane. you'd interrupt him in one of these instances, causing him to snap at you and immediately regret it when your face fell, completely unexpecting of your sweet hannie to speak like that to you.
he'd drop whatever he was doing the moment he realized what he'd said and cry and coo at you as he apologized, insulting himself over and over about what a bad boyfriend he was being and how horrible he was for speaking to you like that. would encourage you to be mean to him in return, getting you to laugh at his insistence.
joshua -
it was said in a petty, bitter way. he wanted to chase you away for a bit, but not too terribly. this was enough to just get your lip to quiver a little, but he'd regret it immediately. whatever anger or frustration that was in him would leave him the moment the words left his mouth. he only said it so he could be left alone for a moment, but he didn't think he'd genuinely hurt your feelings.
you wouldn't really be able to react before he began apologizing, reassuring you that he was an idiot and could never be tired of you. he'd pout and whine and maybe make it into a lighthearted thing to avoid things escalating. would promise to make it up to you.
jun -
he'd be stammering apologies the moment the biting words left him. you wouldn't even get to react before he went to try and fail to explain himself. he'd know that if it were the other way around, he'd be heartbroken by his s/o telling him they're tired of him. because, really, how could he say that to you? he's not tired of you. he could never be! he wants you all the time, even if you're fighting.
he'd say all these things to you in the form of a ramble, literally unable to stop until you interrupt him. he'd be so innocently apologetic and regretful that it'd be impossible to not kiss and make up.
soonyoung -
he's been said to be kind of scary when angry, so this would be said in the heat of the moment. maybe you'd had a terrible argument and that was just the last thing he'd said, stubbornly wanting to get the last word in. he'd be too stubborn at first to allow himself to admit that he'd been petty and that he'd genuinely hurt you for no reason.
when it finally dawned on him, he'd grovel endlessly, already crying when he went to approach you to apologize. it'd be hard and it'd be painful for him to apologize, but he still would feel the need to do so. he's a sensitive guy, so he understands what it's like to be hurt by someone's words. would promise to never fight again, and specially to never deliberately try to hurt you through his petty words.
wonwoo -
it is very hard for me to imagine him saying something like this, but if he ever did, it'd have some context behind it. not just a mere 'i'm tired of you' but instead something like 'i'm tired of you doing/saying x thing'. he'd still hurt your feelings, but nowhere in his mind would he have thought that that'd be the effect of his words.
he'd be the type to sit you down and want to talk about it further. he would apologize and open a conversation about what he meant by his words and how he'd never say anything to deliberately hurt you. he'd also be genuinely sad at the thought of his words doing any type of damage to you.
jihoon -
he'd just mutter it under his breath without realizing, much less noticing that you heard him. you'd been insisting he takes a break and trying to get him out of his studio for a bit when he'd said it. he'd be so immersed in his work that he literally would not notice that you left with a huff. it'd only be until hours later when he noticed he wasn't getting your usual text messages throughout the day that he'd realize something was off.
coming home, that's when he would have the epiphany. the air would be cold and your mood would clearly match the atmosphere. he'd go to you with his tail between his legs, having to grovel and make lots of promises about how he'd never disregard and offend you like that. he'd take this as a lesson to himself.
seokmin -
nope sorry i just cannot imagine him doing this ever lol
mingyu -
the only way i imagine this happening is it he's dealing with an imaginable amount of stuff on his plate and he's already had a few people snapping at him already so he accidentally dished it out on you when you caught him just at the worst moment.
his reaction to what he said would depend on your own reaction. if you were angry and stormed off, he'd curse at himself and let you cool off on your own before apologizing. if you cried or looked hurt, he'd gruel and even go as far as getting on his knees to apologize, telling you that what he said was not aimed at you but it just came out bc you were closest and that he'd never mean to disrespect you like that.
minghao -
he's usually pretty zen and in touch with his emotions so him snapping at you and telling you he's tired of you would just be all the more dramatic. i don't think he'd ever say it with the intention of hurting you but more so because of built up frustration. he'd immediately realize his mistake, though and know he'd need to apologize as soon as possible.
if you walked off, he'd let you leave to cool off and sit you down later to formally communicate and apologize, but if you reacted more sad than mad, he'd stare at you agape at his own snarky comment before shaking himself out of it and hugging you, ensuring you he's not tired of you and that he was completely out of line.
seungkwan -
he's a very emotional person, and maybe sometimes that gets the best of him. he always treats all his loved ones with the biggest of affections, but just like anyone else, sometimes things get too much and might make him snap at the wrong people. or at least that's what he told himself in order to make himself better at the dejected look on your face when he suddenly snapped at you. you'd interrupted him as he tried to manage some work stuff, but the fault was all his.
he'd grovel on his own for a while, scared to face you because he'd never expected himself to snap at you like that and didn't know how to move forward. he knew he'd have to apologize to you, but he felt like he didn't deserve to speak to you until you decided it was time. however, he'd have to man up eventually and go to you. he'd approach you with his tail between his legs, mumbling apologies. when you heard him out and accepted his apology (after lots of hugs and groveling), he'd be so thankful.
vernon -
he's usually such a laid back person, but sometimes things just got too much and he'd find himself more stressed than usual. it would just be unfortunate that you'd catch him at the perfectly wrong time, earning a frustrated 'don't bother me right now, i'm tired of you' that'd have your face falling in a way he'd never seen before. when you walked away without saying anything, ignoring him when he tried to stop you, he'd know he fucked up.
he knew you needed time on your own, but he'd still try to be around you as much as he could throughout the day. he wouldn't be able to focus on anything else, looking to you like a sick puppy until you snapped at him and told him to just say whatever he wanted to say. that's when the stammered apologies would come in. he'd admit complete fault, telling you it wasnt your fault that stress got the better of him. you'd have a very productive conversation about it and make up within the day.
chan -
it'd happen so suddenly and unexpectedly he'd even shock himself in having said it. he can have a bit of an attitude sometimes, but he'd never actually say something so hurtful to you. your fights never involved any insults or purposely hurtful words. this would be a rare moment, shocking the two of you.
when you immediately stormed out, hurt and angry, he'd understand. he'd be too scared to deal with it all day, so he'd let you cool down on your own, but really it'd be only out of fear of you getting even angrier at him. he'd have to grow some balls in order to actually come to you and apologize. it'd be full of grueling and regret, with chan terrified he might've disrespected you too far for forgiveness.
#seventeen x reader#seventeen fanfic#svt fanfic#svt x reader#seventeen imagine#seventeen oneshot#svt oneshot#svt reactions#seventeen reactions#svt angst#seventeen angst#svt fluff#seventeen fluff
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omg hii! can i be đŻïž anon?
okay but.. ethan having digital camera just to record him and reading fucking.. but he accidentally misplaced the flash drive and chad finds it so yk..
a/n: omg! Yes of course you can (this is so exciting, itâs like my fanbase is growing), hope you like it!
proofread but Iâm not that sure
ïč â đ Ë â. êł * àŁ àŁ Chad find your little tapeâŠ
Ethan was not the type of guy to do something like this but getting with you changed him. He canât touch any other girl, he canât look at any other girl so when heâs in⊠need of something, heâll ask it from you, the problem is when youâre not there.
Thatâs how the proposition of filming you two came up and with a bit of reluctance⊠you accepted.
There were certain videos he liked the most, specially the oneâs where you were visually struggling, wether you were tied up with your hands behind your back or you were just too tired of riding him â heâd be lying if he said he didnât use those instead of his actual memory when he was alone, so he kept them hidden well, somewhere no one would find the camera.
Problem was that⊠this time Ethan was too busy cleaning off the blood of a victim to hide that camera before Chad came over â and at the time, he thought it was fine, Chad wouldnât touch his personal stuff, right?
Wrong, because itâs been five minutes of Chad stepping inside Ethanâs room and heâs already peeping into Ethanâs stuff, opening a drawer next to his bed and pulling a small camera from it. Chad has a little fun with it, takes some stupid pictures before investigating what content it could have, he thought maybe some stupid plants or views that Ethan liked â and they were views alright, just not the type Chad expected.
Thereâs at least fifteen videos of you, and Chad doesnât watch them, heâs not that much of a creep but heâll for sure tease Ethan about it.
Ethan walks in the room, Chad bluntly flashes the camera at him, immediately, the curly haired boy is blushing.
âDudee, didnât know you had a camera, this could be useful for Taraâs project, you know, sheâs been needing one.â Chad smirks, some bullshit lie to see his reaction.
âWell, uhm⊠she should probably find another one, that oneâs really sensitive and⊠itâs family heirloom.â Another bullshit lie, this one not that well conceived.
Chad moves closer to him, inspecting the thing in his hands. âReally? Couldnât tell, looks brand new.â
âYeah.. I⊠take really good care of it.â Ethan mutters, takes another step closer and reaches for it. âCould you just⊠give it back?â
âOh yeah, for sure, for sureâŠâ Chad hands it to Ethan, or at least, he fakes it before taking it back. âBut I donât know what makes it so special, got something hidden in here, youâre sure Tara canât use it?â
âJust give it back man, Tara can use one from someone else or something.â This time, when Ethan reaches for it, he grabs it tight, almost looks offended. âAnd uh.. I know we said we should do the project today but I think you should leave.â
âWhat?â
âIâm serious, just leave, weâll do it sometime else.â Ethan swallows.
âListen â just because I found your little camera and you have some videos of your girl there doesnât mean we canât work on it todââ
âYou watched them?!â Itâs a yell, Ethanâs pissed, heâs protective. âYou fucking watched them, how much of a creep can you be?â
âNo I didnât watch them but I mean I could tell what they were andââ
âJust get out.â Ethan points to the door. âGet out.â
Chad sighs, he shouldnât have mentioned the content in the camera because now heâs pretty sure he did not only loose his project partner but also his best friend.
So reluctantly, he decides do whatâs best â leave without saying any other word.
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So... as a Psychologist, I'd like to weigh in on these...
"Love Languages".... hmm... yeah... I only ever hear this said in terms of pop psychology (which is like the difference between Astrology and Astronomy to me), so skipping. If you care about relationship advice, I recommend looking up work from The Gottman Institute, decades of research into relationships out of those people, and while the initially studies were focused on male-female married couples, more modern works from them have been more generalized. They provide "free" information about their research on their website and other places.
MBTI... ah yes... the "four letter words" of things... amusing, but otherwise pointless. My partner (non-psychologist) has taken enough of those over the years for employment he can get any result he wants from it.
BMI... This falls outside my area of expertise, but as someone whose fat, and having worked extensively with one of the founders of "Health At Every Size"... BMI is janky as all heck. It's coming close to being MBTI levels of scam at this point.
Brain development ends at 25... I agree, it doesn't. Your brain is constantly developing and changing. It's called "learning". However, there are certain core aspects of your brain that develop to a specific point and then stop. For instance, your occipital lobes basically "stops development" in early childhood (it's major structures stop changing, but linkages between neurons continue and shift throughout your life). That said, most of the major structures do "stop developing" around 25-30 years of age, but in sort of the same way your skeletal structure stops developing around then... in that you're a living creature so you are ALWAYS changing.
Okay... and now for the bit I really wanted to weigh in on... the IQ stuff. A few things of note. IQ was initially developed to determine what sort of educational class a child should be placed into, as the French public school system wanted to properly place young children in classes for their age. As it was French initially, this is why 100 is an important number, as 100 was to be considered "the correct amount of academic intelligence for someone of this case", and they didn't look "above" that, as it wasn't considered important, and so it was seen as "percentage of correct grade level". Fast forward through a rascist at Stanford (skipping as the previous poster actually explained the reasons for it being shit pretty well) and we move on to more modern IQ testing. Today's IQ testing is primarily used in two main places, education placement (wooo! Full circle!), and to assist with diagnosing some of the more difficult to diagnose conditions. I cannot discuss much of what is used to determine an IQ score (each of the five main tests I am trained in use different aspects and testing methodology so no two tests are equivalent) as knowledge of what is in the test and how they work affects the test results (I'm not allowed to be IQ tested anymore, for instance, as I know how they generate the outcomes... sort of like how my partner can get any MBTI, I can mess with IQ score results). However, I can tell you that the primary test I use, tests mathematical skills, memory, problem solving, and spatial awareness. There are ways to adjust the test if someone has physical disabilities that would impair their ability to do the tests as well. That said, I wouldn't even consider doing IQ testing on someone unless it was part of a more wide-spread diagnostic screening. I'd be using the test to determine things like potential learning disorders, ADHD, ASD, and more. However, for most I wouldn't even do IQ testing for those, it'd only if it was needed for some reason, or the results from other tests suggested I should see what the outcomes are for certain specific portions of the IQ testing methodology.
So... IQ testing... not useful for figuring out "how intelligent" someone is, but very useful for determining "this person's ability to do <x> combined with all these other things the person does shows they most likely have disorder <y>".
I can't keep having the same conversations about love languages, mbti, iq, bmi, "brain fully formed at 25" and shit over and over again...
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á°.áâ âč just been thinking about catty, kook!reader and jj having problems and somehow rafe gets thrown in the mix. 18+ mdni!!
you and jj had been dating for a while now but things started to go sideways. there wasnât a moment that you and jj werenât arguing with one another. whether it was the two of you getting in each others faces, him pulling your hair, him forgetting to pick you up from work, or you simply embarrassing him in public when you didnât want to give him a kiss.
âno. jj just leave me alone.â you looked over at the sandy blonde who was drumming his thumbs against the Heywardâs steering wheel of the truck. the look on his face was the same as always. unconcerned. as if he didnât really care what your answer was. you slammed the door after you got out of the truck, walking toward the entrance of the country club where you worked. you felt a strong pair of hands grip your arm as you spun around. âhey. donât give me that shit. iâm trying to make this shit work out between us okay baby. you have got to trust me.â you looked down at your shoes, digging your feet into the gravel trying to avoid his gaze. the truth was that you didnât actually want this to work out, not after heâd been so nonchalant towards you but you didnât have the heart to tell jj that because you really did love him but he didnât reciprocate it that much lately.
âgive me a kiss before you go.â jj reaches out to lift your chin but you quickly snap your head away, reaching your hands out, you push him away. âno jj! I said leave me alone!â at that point you knew you had embarrassed him more than ever because almost everyoneâs head turned to look at the two of you. including rafe. you watch as jj bites the inside of his cheek and takes his hat off to scratch his head in frustration. âalright. alright. find a fucking ride home. see if i give a fuck.â before you could protest jj had driven off.
âarenât you gonna ring this up.â a familiar voice spoke to you as you were under the counter sorting out some drinks. you raised your head up to look eyes with the tall, handsome rafe cameron staring down at you. you quickly rose to your feet and took his card from his fingers. âwell if it isnât little miss pogue.â that infamous smirk plastered across his face. âdonât fucking call me that.â you said as you slid his card into the machine. âwhat? well you are dating one, arenât you.â rafe looks you up and down as if heâs waiting for an answer. âdonât play dumb with me rafe. iâm positive you saw exactly what went down between us.â he steps back with his hands coming up as if he was being defensive. he chuckles to himself before he speaks again. âyeah youâre right. let me guess, no ride home?â that question stopped you dead in your tracks as you had remembered exactly what jj said to you before he sped off and there was no way you were going to try and call him, hell he probably had you blocked. you shook your head slightly but enough for rafe to know the answer you were trying to get out. âwhat time you get off? i can take you home.â ânow.â you meekly replied. you handed rafe back his card as you went to grab your things and go home for the night.
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you knew you shouldnât have let rafe take you home. you knew you shouldâve just called jj or one of your friends and you knew you shouldâve stopped rafe once he told you to get in the backseat but the thing was that you hadnât felt this kind of feeling in a while. jj was barely around and when he was he definitely wasnât touching you in the way you wanted him too. âthis kook dick too much for you sweetheart?â your pussy clenched around him as he digged you out in the back of his truck. your tears stained your face, mascara running as you begged rafe for more. âplease daddy. i need to feel you deep inside of me!â you needed to feel rafe all over. it made up for all the absent touches of jj. you need to feel rafeâs tongue against your lips and your cheek because jj was too ignorant to do it to you. âyeah baby. so much for this kook n pogue bullshit huh? you gonna tell him you found somebody better. somebody to do all the shit heâs never done for you.â you closed your eyes tightly as rafeâs words ran through your mind. you couldnât do that because you didnât want to hurt him but if he found out about the position you were in, heâd never forgive you. âyouâd never have to worry about a thing pretty girl. iâll take care of you in anyway you need.â and to you, that sounded amazing. it sounded exactly like everything you ever wanted. everything jj had once promised you. at least with rafe those promises would come true.
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