#drop a dime on your opinions

[jamicha]

HELP! I ACCIDENTALLY ENGAGED IN FANDOM DISCOURSE !

somebody made a comment i dont like but it REAKED of internalized homophobia to me and weird projection and i couldn't contain the beast (stop myself from reply) and i may or may not have been a bit harsh and pointed out that fact. oops. i dont regret it but now ive decided to take this stance indefinitely til the day i die and i will die on this hill

(psst my full thoughts are in the tags if you wanna like look or smth)

[ryo-apologist]

Camboy! Shigaraki

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

CW: Smut, Minors DNI, I will block your ass. Exhibitionism, being filmed, spanking with a toy, nipple play, degradation.

AN: I tried to keep it pretty GN, if I missed something let me know. Because of this, I don't mention a hole specifically, so use your imaginations <3

~Darling XOXO

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who remains faceless the entire time he's on camera. He's the leader of an entire army, he can't have his entire being called into question because he likes the attention.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who started this whole thing because he saw far uglier men on porn sites raking in hundreds of thousands of yen and for what? He knows he's better looking than at least half of them, and who ever complains about extra money?

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who holds that ideology but really, he loves the attention. He's such an attention slut that you throw enough money at him on stream and he'll do anything.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who loves edging himself on stream because it's just a special kind of torture. Stroking up and down the shaft of his cock and watching it twitch with ever drag of his hand. Thumbing over the head just to collect the bulb of pre-cum already dripping out only to slather it in a slow circle and watch as the light sheens off of it. Reaching his other hand to squeeze his own balls because it feels so good and this is for him and him alone. Everyone watching is lucky that they get to experience such a thing.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who is originally adamant on not bringing you on until Dabi makes a comment about how much more viewers money two person streams bring in. While Dabi was talking about two women streams, Shigaraki is already taking this idea and running with it.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who teases the idea on stream for weeks just to garner his audience's opinions. He watches as the numbers start rolling in when he starts moaning about fucking you're tight little hole and leaving you a dripping mess for their pleasure.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who reads every single comment he gets, about how people are blowing their loads to just the thought of watching anyone get fucked by his cock, whether it's them or not. People volunteering themselves, even if he knows nobody will ever reach your level.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who's disgusted by the idea at first, but soon realizes what this mean. This isn't just a way to make money, or get all the attention he was deprived of as a child, no.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who realizes this is a way to stake a claim. This is a way to absolute ruin his little whore in all the ways he's ever dreamed of and to send a message to everyone who's debauched enough to lose their shit over him of all people.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who knows this will be a message that he's better than them in every single way. He has an army, he's the most wanted villain in Japan, he's dangerous and lethal, and yet he's still getting laid more than they are. That he has this perfect little cum sleeve waiting for him at the drop of a dime.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who grows so hard at the thought on stream he's nearly breaking his thirty minute edging streak at the thought of absolutely wrecking you on camera and leaving you to moan his name for everyone to hear. Because he's the only one who gets to talk to you like this. He's the only one who gets to touch you like that. He's the only one who gets to fuck you and leave your whole gaping for his cock and his cock alone, after all, he's worked so hard to carve out a spot in you for his dick alone. For him to fuck and sully and leave flooded with his cum.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who doesn't need much more convincing after that.

Your head hurts.

His fingers are threading so close to the roots of your hair that a small part of your brain is firing off a number of warning signs that he could kill you then and there. The red flags are numbed and buzzed out by the euphoria of simply having him there. You can barely find yourself caring about his hands when the delicious stretch of his cock is filling you all over again. When the sound of his balls clapping against your ass cheeks is ringing in your ears over and over again.

When your eyes are focused on the lens of the camera in front of you. The red light is haunting in the sense that you know exactly what's being broadcasting. An audience of thousands, maybe more, is watching you get your back blown out with heavy drops of cum already dripping down your thighs.

Your back is arched nice and pretty for Tomura, with his one hand pinning you by your head and the other is too busy holding your hips, the only thing saving your life being the arch of his own pinkies to keep them from touching your delicate flesh. Sweat is coating your skin in an uncomfortable layer, but you can't even find it in yourself to care.

There's a chime and the sound effect of coins falling, and you whine out as the vibrators taped to your nipples light up once again. They buzz happily against your sensitive nubs and your entire body scrunches as you keen and shudder. The hand in your hair pulls slightly in a warning.

"Naughty slut." He hisses, low and deep and it sends your entire nervous system into a tizzy. "Gonna cum? I didn't say you could do that."

"'m sorry-" You gasp out, fingers tightening their gasp on the sheets beneath you. "Not gonna cum." You swear thought you can feel that neither of you truly believe that.

Tomura grants you a sliver of relief and stops moving.

The hand on your hip leaves and you're almost tempted to look back, but that's against the rules. So you don't.

You do let out a yelp of shock, or maybe pain, as the stiff surface of his paddle rockets against your awaiting ass cheek. You groan and clench and you can hear Tomura let out his own noise as the paddle lowers to rest it's cool face on the burning flesh of your ass.

"That's my good cum sleeve."

There's another chime and the returning noise of coins falling. The vibrators you hadn't even noticed had turned off come to life again. The paddle swings and your entire body clenches as euphoria runs through your veins, quickly followed by the shame of disobedience which ruins your orgasm before it can even finish.

Right after you feel the rush of warmth as another load of cum fills you more than you thought possible.

Another chime has you crying out in agonized glee.

[peoplesgraves]

I have yandere thoughts yet again

Imagine being a Model and you literally can’t get away from obsession.

Yandere Fans cover their walls in pictures of you. They rip out every magazine page your included on and papermache them above the ceiling so you can look down on them every day. If you have shoot with other models they’ll use those too but with cut/scratch the other people out or even crop their face over the other person. If you ever did a meet and greet it would be absolutely packed and would likely get shut down because everyone’s fighting over who’s your biggest fan and who loves you the most. Those who do manage to meet you end up lovesick,sobbing messes so the pictures usually turn out bad. But the fans don’t mind as long as you look good in them.

Yandere Models all want to be pictured with you and they’ll do anything to make it happen. From blackmailing other models to drop out or bribing whoever’s casting, nothing is too dirty or too illegal if it means getting to spend all that time with you. Models will starve themselves and do all matter of dangerous treatments or plastic surgery just to have a leg up and hopefully be chosen to pose alongside you. It doesn’t matter how much it hurts or how much they lose, it’s all worth it to have all the tabloid gossiping about the two of you after the latest editorial you were pictured in together.

Yandere Photographers who only care about you. Who call you their muse and only ever take perfect pictures. They’ll take awful pictures of other models who they feel are a threat to your career until they’ve been all blackballed from the industry. If you have shoots with other people then there’s a super noticeable difference in quality over the way you look and the way other people look. The photographer obviously plays favorites but no ones going to say anything. It’s what his muse deserves.

A Yandere Stylist who is just a little too cheeky. Always staring obviously at your lips when putting gloss on or making jokes about having to punish you if you smear your makeup one more time. They’re always jovial and smiling but there’s something dark in their eyes that only you get to see. Their touch lingers when they’re tailoring your clothes and their hands go from professional to more like a lover whenever they’re helping you take 100 Bobby pins out of your hair. They’re always by your side always joking and touching and waiting for the second you get lipstick on your teeth or a fly away.

A Yandere Manager whos always on your nerves. Who’s older and has more experience. They always have some excuse for steamrolling over you and just making whatever decision they want for you. They’ll keep you in line with their connections and their influence. In a way you both get what you want. You’re the most loved and sought after model in the industry and they have you too dependent on them to ever try to leave. Stylists and photographers are a dime a dozen but your manager has your entire career in his grasp.

Yandere Paparazzi who are ironically more ethical towards you as yanderes then they would be if they were normal. They don’t take bad pictures or catch anything embarrassing about you, or at least not that they show publicly. They might snap a few pictures at vulnerable moments to keep just for them, they’re the only ones who get to see you like that. While they may do their best to protect your reputation the same can’t be said for anyone else. They’ll slander other models left and right. Wether it’s true or a little editing magic they’re good at swaying the public opinion against anyone they need to. Just let them watch from the sidelines and you’ll never have to worry again.

[olderthannetfic]

Thinking about the asks a while back regarding accepting ex-antis. Obviously they are just as welcome in fandom as anyone, and they make fine acquaintances spotted in passing.

But, I think antis who decide they're not antis anymore often seem like they decide this about themselves at the drop of a hat? Like, they have one conversation, or two conversations, and they think "Ohh, people are mad at me when I say they should be jailed for fanfic crimes? Okay! I don't believe that anymore! I changed my mind!"

That's a very serious thing about which to change your mind in a hot second. Of course, on the one hand, I'm pleased: I think having stupid pissfights about the evils of shipping, in a reality where I walked to the bookshop and bought The Misfortunes Of Virtue when I was 13 and nobody even noticed let alone cared, is fucking stupid.

But on the other hand, I think this is the crux of my mistrust: I have not yet been convinced to "change my mind" about a sincere, core belief because someone yelled at me and made me feel bad. And it's hasn't been for a lack of yelling.

I feel like this kind of dime-stop turn from antis is really about conforming to stay safe from harassment and censure within a perceived in-group, and not about establishing a reasoned moral framework by which you want to act in the world. And it's fine to be a go along to get along and avoid thinking too much about moral issues and to change your mind whenever people get mad at you. But, you see, whatever new opinion that kind of ex-anti now espouses, if it's not a lie right now, it evidently might be in, like, ten minutes when someone else acts mad at them.

I'm not advocating for being mean to such people, obviously, and I don't even think you can necessarily tell someone who does this apart from someone who actually had a sincere and thought-out change of heart without pretty extensive acquaintance. I just think with a lot of people I see suddenly declare themselves not antis anymore... non-interaction is the way to go for me.

--

Much depends on how much they ever believed it in the first place.

If they don't have any strong belief other than wanting to hide from harassment, they can be pushed around again.

If, on the other hand, they were super into some dark fiction or something and using this crap to delay their kink awakening, if they can once accept themselves, they aren't going to swing back the other way.

Honestly, I expect most people to be cowards if they see someone bullying the person next to them. I expect people to jump on bandwagons. Antis are a particularly visible and douchey variety of this at the moment, but they're hardly alone.

I don't care about avoiding ex-antis because I think most of the issues with them can crop up with nearly anyone. But yes, there are often traces of One Right Way-ism and other annoying artifacts of their old views.

[rogersevans]

she’s just not that into you

Summary: You were never one for parties, so how did you end up at the biggest frat house on Saturday night? 

18+ Content Below the Cut, Minors DNI

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Parties. Something you’d never gotten the hype over. In your opinion they were filled with alcohol and bad decisions. You’d been to the odd few house parties in high school, you were the person that always found the animal, spending most of the night on floor with them or quietly observing everyone getting shitfaced, whilst also keeping a watchful eye over your best friend. College parties were different, or so your friends had told you, something about them being ‘next level’. The comment alone had piqued your interest which is how you ended up spending your Saturday night in the house of the biggest fraternity on campus, the music so loud you could feel the vibrations under your feet.  

Your roommate, and best friend, Robert, had convinced you to come with him. You took pity on him after he’d spent the best part of 5 hours following you around the apartment begging, pleading you. He took great pride in the fact that it only took him that long to convince you, knowing how stubborn you are. That smug smile hadn’t left his lips since you said yes.  

It wasn’t like you were a recluse or had no friends. You had plenty of friends, some days you were hardly at home. You’d just never seen the appeal of getting shitfaced at a party with people you didn’t really talk to or plan to talk to in the future. Although, watching people make idiots of themselves was somewhat amusing to you.  

“Having fun, flower?” Robert husked in your ear, his hands resting firmly on your hips, holding you close to him and giving them a reassuring squeeze.  

“Tons.” You deadpanned, leaning your head back against his shoulder to speak into his ear.  

“Come on, flower.” He tried, gripping your chin and turning you to face the crowd of students dancing and having what seems to be the time of their lives. “You’re tellin’ me, this doesn’t look like fun?” His chin resting on your shoulder, turning to look up at you flashing his pearly whites.  

“Oh yeah,” you sarcastically started. “Getting shitfaced with a bunch of strangers, who don’t understand personal space seems like a great way to waste our Saturday night.”  

Guilt started to build up in the pit of your stomach when you heard Robert huff in annoyance and his face drop slightly. You remembered him telling you that he’d signed up for formal rush with this fraternity, which is why he dragged you along tonight and why going was so important to him. He wanted to make himself known to the guys.  

“Sorry, Robbie.” Turning to face him in his hold, cocking your head to the side. “Come on, let’s go get a drink.” Taking his hand in yours you began to lead him through the house, pushing your way through the sea of bodies and various rooms.  

Jesus, how big was this fucking house?

“Whatcha drinkin’, my flower?” He husked against the shell of your ear, his hands finding your hips again as he guided you over to the counter were all the alcohol sat in tubs filled with ice to keep them cold.  

To anyone looking in from the outside, your friendship looks like something more. You’d both lost count how many times people would assume you were a couple or would insist that you crazy kids should admit your feelings and date already! Robert always joked that if he had a dime for every time someone made that assumption, he’d be able to buy you the world. You’d both given up going out of your way to correct people a long time ago. But you and Robert were purely platonic, with a capital P. You’d grown up together, your fathers were best friends and business partners, and his mother took you in as her own when yours left.  

The dynamic of your friendship often intimidated guys, which explained why you were still painfully single at the ripe age of 19. Downey was the biggest walking cock block around.  

It wasn’t malicious though, not in the slightest. Robert was protective of you and guys often didn’t believe that two people of the opposite sex could be that close without sleeping with one another. But you were like his baby sister- he's older than you by three months, a fact he never lets you forget. Someone has to vet the guys you date, look out for you. As Robert always phrased it.  

“Surprise me, handsome.” You hummed as he moved around you, your eyes catching the sign taped to the cupboard above the drinks: ‘Flavour Station’, making you snort.  

“You really not having fun?” Robert eyed you as he poured your drinks.

“Ask me in an hour.” You couldn’t help but wince at the amount of vodka he put in the red solo cup before adding lemonade. “Jesus Rob! Are you trying to get me drunk or give me alcohol poisoning!?” Your high-pitched squeak caused the brunette to roll his eyes in response.  

“Don’t be such a party pooper.” Jutting out his bottom lip before leaning over the counter and tapping your nose with his index finger. “Maybe you’ll actually get laid, show off the girls.” His right eye dropped into a lazy wink before dodging your clenched fist, which was aiming for his shoulder.  

“You’re a pig.”  

“What?! You have a great pair of tits, and you should be proud of them, I know I am.” Rolling your eyes as he continued his rambling about your chest, plucking the red solo cup from his grasp and lifting it to your lips. “They really came into their own, it was touch and go for a short while. But they really pulled through.” Before taking a sip, you leant forward again to flick him on his forehead. “Ow! Hey!” He huffed out, rubbing the spot you’d just flicked. “Ask any guy at this party, they’ll say the same.” He now leaned in, his voice lowering as his spoke. “They’ve been starring at your tits for the past hour, flower.”  

His words going straight to your cheeks, them now deepening in colour slightly. You couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping your jacket tighter around you, covering your chest from the view of everyone.  

You knew this top was too revealing.  

“Oh no you don’t!” Robert protested loudly, smacking your hands away and then pointing at you. “Don’t be such a priss.” He instructed firmly. “Or I’m takin the jacket.” Nothing but humour in his tone, he’d never go out of his way to make you feel uncomfortable, knowing how you’re already out of your comfort zone just being here.  

That was the amazing thing about Robert, you could be feeling the worst you’ve ever felt. No bra. No make-up. Clad in sweatpants and an old top. He’d still build you up like you’ve just jumped off a runway. Now, whenever you doubted yourself, his words would echo through your mind. “Honestly, flower, take it from someone who adores the female body in every sense of the term... Believe me when I say, I’d do anything for those tits.” Was by far your favourite. Sure, his delivery wasn’t that of a gentleman. But you knew he meant every word.  

“Johansson.” Chris called, his gazed fixated on you from across the room. When he was met with no response, he let out a low whistle, snapping his fingers in the general direction of his best friend and her date. “Johansson.” He sang now, his eyes finally leaving you before falling to the blonde who currently had some guy whispering something in her ear. Chris didn’t need super abilities to understand what he was saying, the look in Scarlett’s eyes said it all.  

His blue eyes fell back onto you, his pulse jumping at the sight of your cheeks tinging in colour at something the guy you’d been clung to since you arrived said. Not being able to control the jealousy that oozed off him at the memory of you pressed against his front, as he whispered something in your ear.  

He remembered you, how could he not? You’d approached him when he was in the middle studying for a test he had that morning, leaving it to the last possible minute. As usual. He remembered the flustered look on your face, your cheeks warm as you blew a stray piece of hair out of your face. You’d asked him for directions to the library, a small pile of books tucked under one arm whilst the other clutched the strap of your bag on your shoulder. The baby blue sweater you wore displayed the curves of your upper body perfectly, your jeans clinging to your thighs deliciously. It took him a few seconds to gather himself before answering, standing to his feet and pointing you in the direction of the library, standing closer than he should’ve. Your perfume clouding his senses when you moved to look in the direction he was pointing, the very existence of you had the front of jeans tightening.  

He felt enamoured with you in those brief seconds, resisting the urge to follow you.  

The memory alone had him salivating. “Scarlett.” His tone a lot harsher now, tugging on her elbow not caring how impatient or annoying he was being. “Oi, Cassanova. Detach yourself for a hot minute, yeah?” His stare hard on the stranger, whilst his grip stayed on Scarlett’s elbow.

“Stop being a dick, Evans.” The unnamed date sneered in Chris’s direction; Scarlett probably did tell him his name, but he didn’t care enough to remember. He’d be gone by morning anyway.  

“Don’t even think about it.” Scarlett finally piped up, pushing herself off her date, moving to stand next to Chris. “Go get me a drink, I’m thirsty.” She dismissed him with ease with a simple flick of her perfectly manicured hand, her tone void of emotion. All it took was for her bottom lip to poke out slightly and his shoulders relaxed before delivering a quick peck to her lips, leaving to get her that drink.

The beauty of Chris and Scarlett’s friendship, no one came between them. Ever. No matter who they were. If Chris required her attention, he’d get it. If Scarlett needed help to ditch a date, Chris was always the fake ex-boyfriend who’d show professing his love for her. No stone was left unturned in their friendship, every part of their lives, they shared.  

“I’ll never understand how you can be such a raging bitch and still have them at your beck and call.” He watched as she pulled out her pack of smokes, tapping the box against her palm before opening it.  

“All straight men are pussy whipped my friend, even you.” Plucking a fresh smoke out of the box and resting it between her lips, fishing out her bright pink lighter from her pocket. “Oh please,” she started when he grimaced at her statement. “I bet when that one girl comes along, you’ll be so pussy whipped, you won’t even realise it.”  

Silence fell between the two friends and Scarlett took the time to light her smoke and take the first puff. Chris found his gaze drifting back over to you, now you were laughing. A noise he couldn’t currently hear due to the loudness of the party going on around them, he felt robbed, he wanted to hear your laugh. When you scrunched your nose, your head falling back and the corners of your eyes crinkling slightly, he swore he could feel his heart hammering against his chest.

What the fuck was wrong with him? Was he having a heart attack?  

“Now, what was so desperate that you needed to disturb my fun.” Scarlett caught Chris just before his eyes flew back to her, his cheeks flushed the tiniest bit. “Oh! I know that look! Who?” Suddenly giddy, the smoke now resting between her fingers as she scanned the room.  

“Her.” Chris moved closer to the blonde, his fingers gripping her chin and turning her head in the direction of you.  

“Oh,” she muttered quietly, more to herself. Instantly struck and speechless at your effortless beauty.  

“Shes mine Johansson.” Chris warned, letting go of her chin and folding his arms across his chest.  

“Relax caveman, I have my entertainment for the night.”  

“Just shut up,” shaking his head he huffed out a laugh. “Who is she?” He asked carefully, his eyes falling back to you, again. Not even ashamed of how obvious he was being.  

“She’s a freshman. Works at the campus Starbucks, makes a mean iced coffee. Her best friend is Downey, your newest, wannabe pledge.” The beauty of Scarlett Johansson, she could effortlessly give you a three-page report on everyone in this room.  

“Downey?” Chris asked suddenly, his brows knotting together in confusion.  

“You know that kid who told Billy to go fuck himself after he found him sniffing around her.” Now pointing her manicured fingers at Robert’s back, his head thrown back in laughter to match yours. “He’s a baby pledge.”  

“Oh shit, that was him?” Chris was impressed, not everyone had the balls to stand up to Billy, at least not when they were trying to get into the fraternity.  

Which meant one thing to Chris, he’s protective. Which also meant he’d be attached at your hip. Making it difficult for Chris to make his move.  

Over the years Chris had become known for his reputation around campus. Ladie’s man. But in the most respectful way, he would never lead a girl on, but he would never commit to one either. Every girl on campus wanted to be the one to change him, swearing they can squash his commitment issues.  

It’s a long running bet that Scarlett and Anthony had set up secretly at the start of junior year of college. A bet Anthony was currently winning. There had been a close call a year back, when Chris had spent half a year dating the same girl. But that swiftly ended when she asked him to meet her parents over Thanksgiving break. Putting Anthony back in the lead.  

“Yup. Remember Billy’s face?” She snickered, taking a puff of her cigarette, blowing the smoke out in front of her. “That shit was hilarious. Billy nearly shit his pants.”  

“Yeah, yeah. What else do you know about her?”  

“Well, she’s friends with Lizzie’s younger sisters. I’ve seen them around campus together.” Chris inwardly cringed at the thought of you running in the same circle as his ex-girlfriend, the only one he’s ever had.  

Elizabeth Olsen. The only girl to ever pin Chris Evans down. They dated for 3 years, breaking up the summer before junior year. They met through Scarlett and Chris turned into a lovesick fool within seconds of meeting her. The only girl Chris Evans had loved. But things had become stagnant in their relationship, becoming more like friends than lovers. When things ended it was friendly, both still wanting to maintain a friendship.  

“I don’t really see her at parties.” Scarlett continued, stubbing her cigarette out in the ashtray on the table next to her. “Must be her first one.”

“Yeah,” Chris mumbled more to himself than anything. His eyes fixed on you, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watched you scrunch your nose up in distaste at a couple in the corner all over one another.  

“So, see anyone you like?” You ask, leaning across the counter and resting your chin on your palm. Your eyes going wide as you spot a couple in the corner devouring each other, your nose scrunching up at the view of her leg hitched up and wrapped around her date's waist. “Jeez.”  

“Jealous?” Robert asked, smirking down at you. “Poor flower.” Reaching over to pat your head condescendingly, “want someone to ravish you like that?”  

The snort that follows his question is loud and obvious, shoving his hand away from you and moving to stand up straight. The alcohol you’ve consumed has made you relax significantly, even if the drink is 90% vodka, 10% lemonade. “Jealous?” Scoffing at Robert’s shrug of his shoulder’s. “Please, he’s practically licking the inside of her mouth. She’s a girl, not a washing machine.” It was Robert’s turn to snort with laughter.  

It was like a sudden blip had happened. He wasn’t there, and then he was. His bright, blue eyes a striking contrast to the black t-shirt he had on. The sleeves stretching delightfully around his bulked out biceps. You couldn’t help but focus on the St Christopher pendant that rested just above his collar bones, it swayed as he moved-

Wait. Was he walking towards you? Shit.

Your eyes locked onto his, the smug smirk that was greeting you was a dead giveaway that he’d clocked you shamelessly admiring him.  

“Downey!” Chris suddenly cheered, bypassing you and holding his hand out to the brunette at your side. “Our newest pledge...” He trailed off; his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes but crinkles formed at the corner of his cobalt's nonetheless.  

“H-hey, Chris.” Robert stuttered nervously, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake.  

“This is my friend, Scarlett.” Chris nodded towards the blonde that was stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and looking incredibly intimidating. You don’t know if it was the way she was starring you down, her green eyes bright with, excitement? Or the way her blonde hair, which was shoulder length, flowed perfectly with a simple twitch of her head.  

“Best friend.” She corrected smugly, a twitch of a smug smile pulling at the corners of her lips. You couldn’t pull yourself to look away from her, your eyes widening slightly when she took a few steps closer to you. “You got a name, little one?”  

You felt your lips move but you couldn’t remember any sound coming out of them, but you must have because you watched as Scarlett repeated your name, her head cocked to the side. “That’s a pretty name. Do you smoke, little one?” You felt your cheeks heat up at her close proximity, watching as she reached into her jacket pocket to pull out her pack of smokes.  

“Depends on what you’re smoking.” You startled yourself at how confident you sounded, your eyes looking over her shoulder to find Robert and Chris, pouring four shots.

“Oh!” The blonde perked up even more, her eyes lighting up in excitement, the green twinkling under the dim lighting of the kitchen. “You’re more of a green smoker!” When you nodded silently, she continued. “Well colour me surprised! You don’t give off pot head vibes.”

“I give off vibes?”  

Scarlett opened her mouth to respond, her new cigarette resting between her middle and index fingers. But was interrupted by the boys making their way back over to you both, Robert and Chris flanking either side of you. Chris’s cologne filling your senses, his hard chest rubbing against your arm.  

“Hi beautiful.” He rasped in your ear, the nickname making you visibly tense.  

You couldn’t stop your nose from scrunching up in distaste, shuffling back and pressing your back against Robert’s chest. “What did you just call me?”  

“Shit,” you heard Robert curse under his breath. “Flower, he’s just being nice, have a drink?” He tried to calm you, his voice soothing in your ear.  He held up the shot glass in front of you to try and tempt you, but you were too irked by Chris’s tone to listen.  

Robert liked to pride himself on looking after you, making sure no harm came to you under his watch. But he knew that you could handle yourself, the number of times he’s witnessed you putting guys in check when they’ve crossed that line. He remembers how close you were to ripping that dick, Billy, a new asshole when he wouldn’t take no for an answer.  

“Beautiful?” Chris asked, his brows knotted in confusion.

“Hmm,” you started, tapping Robert’s arm to lower the shot. “That work on all the girls? Let me guess, you deepen your voice, invade their personal space and flash those pearly whites and they’re putty in your hands?” Your head now cocked slightly, and your hip jutted out as you rested your hands firmly on them, narrowing your eyes in on him.  

You tried to ignore the way his eyes drew you in, the way they glinted in excitement as you questioned him, not even hurt that you’re smart enough not to fall for his usual tack ticks that would have girls clinging onto his arm at this point. His lips looked so inviting as they stretched into a wide grin, the way his grin turned into a smirk within seconds had your head spinning.

“Let me guess,” he handed Scarlett the second shot which they both knocked back with ease in unison, placing the empty shot glasses on the counter. “That’s not going to work on you?”  

“Bingo.” Now it was your turn to smile and Chris swore he felt the world stop turning at the sight.  

“Oh shit, dingus.” Scarlett snorted, now stood by Chris’s side, her small hand gripping his forearm as her eyes danced between you both, waiting with bated breath. “I like her! I like you.” Pointing at you with a wide grin.  

“Can I get you a drink, sweetheart?” It was like the confidence had come surging back into his body, never had he been rendered speechless by a girl. Not even Lizzie could do that to him, he always found a quippy comeback.  

“Try again.” You tsked, taking a step closer to him.  

“Princess?” He tried, a smug grin now on display. “Gorgeous?”  

“How are you so bad at this, my guy?” Jutting your bottom lip out and taking another step closer, you don’t miss the way his eyes carefully watch as you reach out to rub his arm sympathetically. “Don’t worry champ, some people are just meant to be single.”  

In the moment Chris knew he had to have you, no matter what. Everything about you was so intoxicating and he could practically feel himself falling head first. The urge to lean into your touch had him come crashing back down to earth. Your hand still resting there on his arm, creating a warmth through the fabric of his t-shirt. His mouth suddenly dry.

Ignoring the snickering from Robert and Scarlett, you gave Chris a sympathetic, but smug smile, giving his bicep a quick squeeze before stepping around him to leave.  

“Is she always like this?” You heard Scarlett ask. “I just thought she was some shy freshman.”  

Robert took a couple of seconds to compose himself before he answered with a simple yes, nothin’ shy about her. Both now holding their stomachs as they continued to laugh.  

“Wait, firecracker.” You heard Chris call after you, stopping you dead in your tracks before turning on your heels to face him. “Better?” He asked in surprise when he noticed your brows shoot up.

“Surprisingly so.” Was all you said, folding your arms across your chest. You watched as Chris fought with himself internally to not let his eyes drift down to your cleavage and that filled with you an odd sense of pride, your chest practically blooming with it.  

He nodded his head towards the drinks behind him, his hands now stuffed into his pockets as he bounced on the balls of his trainers. “Let me get you that drink.”

“He’s not going to give up, is he?” Robert whispered to Scarlett, his eyes never leaving the pair of you.  

“Not a chance.”  

“What makes you think I’m not capable of getting my own drink?” You quipped back.

“I never said-”

“I couldn’t possibly know how to pour a drink, right?” You insisted, watching him start to fumble over his words which only encouraged you to continue your torment. “Let me guess,” you quickly added, stopping him from speaking. “You’re just trying to be a gentleman?”  

It was like he’d suddenly turned into a mute, like his tongue had been pulled out of his mouth. He couldn’t speak.  

“Tell me, Chris...” You trailed off, now standing in front of him, your chests almost touching. “If, and that’s a big if, I allow you to get me a drink, do I have to spend the entire night glued to your side? Laughing at everything you say? Twirling my hair around my finger? Holding onto you and telling you how funny you are?” Your voice now low as your spoke, your adrenaline was running at an all-time high as you reached for his pendant, twiddling it between your thumb and index finger.  

Chris’s breath hitched when your eyes met his, looking up at him through your lashes. He knew he was stood there like an idiot, but he couldn’t find it in him to move. It was like he was cemented to this one spot, everything else around him a blur, the music now fading into the background and all he saw was you. Like time had slowed down.  

Your throat dried up when you saw his tongue poke out and wet his lips. Not even noticing how your hand now rested firmly on his chest, the pendant cool under your palm. Soothing your hot and flushed skin. It was like you couldn’t pull yourself away from his eyes, watching how they searched yours, flicking between each eye.  

His touch was so light it took you a couple of seconds to realise it was there, his fingers ghosting over the exposed skin of your hip. Pulling you back to reality. “That’s what I thought,” you cleared your throat, your cheeks flushing at his smirk. “I’ll pass. Good effort though.” Giving his chest a couple of pats before spinning on your heel and disappearing into the party.

Leaving nothing but your perfumed scent in your wake.

[cfr749]

I still dont understand how you went from Lucy supporter to this nonsense. She is again just a vehicle for the man pain and you are celebrating it. Disappointed and disgusted

Welcome back, anon! First off, thanks for sending two rude messages so I can respond to one and use the other to block you 👋

To be clear, the only reason I’m giving this the the time of day is because I think the “man pain” issue is worth addressing.

I’m always open to talking about this show and issues with misogyny, representation, race, etc. Even with people I don’t completely agree with.

What I’m not gonna do is discuss it with someone who can’t converse like a rational adult and finds joy in sending toxic, judgmental anonymous messages, so this little exchange of ours is over after this.

I am so sorry that my feelings about the show don’t line up exactly with what you want them to be. Sounds like you have some pretty strong feelings of your own though, so here’s an idea 💡 : post them on your own blog!

Shockingly, I’m capable of considering that there might be multiple perspectives on specific decisions the show makes. And that more than one of them can be valid at the same time!

I completely get how this could be viewed as growth for Tim at Lucy’s expense. I agree that sucks. I’ve posted multiple times that I will be LIVID if Lucy doesn’t actually end up with any type of storyline of her own or character development resulting from all the shit they put her through, and just ends up as a supporting character in another Tim-centric SL.

But, I can feel that way and also have other opinions all at the same time:

- I am glad they let Tim be the flawed human instead of the victim.

- I’m glad they didn’t villify Lucy in the breakup because god knows how quickly this fandom would tear her to pieces if she ever did to Tim what Tim just did to her.

- After years of Lucy doing barely anything on screen other than the odd UC op and propping up storylines for Tim and Chenford, I’m glad her character is 3-dimensional again both in the relationship and outside of it.

- I am heartbroken over the break up. I can’t watch the scene without bawling my eyes out. I feel nauseous thinking about it. But I am also glad they now have another chance to get it right this time for Chenford. Specifically because I love Lucy. Because I feel like she deserved so much better than what she got the first time.

- I’d love to see Tim value her and fight for her instead of just having her drop everything on a dime for him bc he deigned to look her direction after getting dumped by his girlfriend.

- I’d love to see him deal with all his unresolved baggage and realize what a complete and total idiot he is for throwing away what they had.

- And I’d love to see Lucy [continue to] recognize her own worth and thrive in the meantime. I am SO proud of who she’s been this season. And I hope she becomes even stronger and more sure of herself.

- I hope she recognizes she deserves so much better than what Tim gave her and that his decision has nothing to do with her worth (even if it feels like that at first), and I hope she *demands* better from him before even considering taking him back.

I’m not psychic. I don’t know what they have planned for the rest of the season (and no, I’m not gonna jump to conclusions off of a few vague interviews either). Maybe I’ll love it; maybe I’ll hate it. We’ll see.

Either way, I’m clear that’s it’s still just a TV show and that these are fictional characters. Are you?

[class1akids]

I read the first chapter of Kagurabachi but dropped it afterwards. Nothing wrong with it, but I felt like the target audience were supposed to be "edgy 13 year old boys?" Which I wouldn't mind if it had endearing characters for me to focus on, but it came off like they were trying to hard to make the MC a cool stoic edgelord and I was turned off by how dry he was.

I don't know what chapter you are one, but have things changed since the 1st chapter? You must have taste if you stan Shouto+Touya, so I trust your opinion.

I personally like Chihiro that he's not your dime-a-dozen sunshine MC, but is actually a bit gloomier and quiet character - that's my type more (like you can tell, I'm a Shouto-fan).

For me, his relationship with his dad was what caught my attention. It reminded me of my own dad, and given that he died too, it's a very personal topic for me, which means I sometimes have a hard time reading it.

I'm not going to try to convince anyone to read it - I personally enjoy it so far (and I'm up to date), and like the main characters they introduced so far.

[davekat-sucks]

I think i definitely would've liked Calliope more if she was presented as a bad person. I love how she absolutely malded (this term works here (wig)) when she was losing that chess game. Beforehand she was acting all snide and flirty towards Caliborn, like come on, "you're being such a good sport now finally", sending hearts <3 to him, saying weirdly suggestive shit. Like damn girl you're usually not this upfront. Then she gets thrown off guard and gets extremely defensive, it's hilarious. I really liked her when she acted two-faced, you can even take this literally, she's delusional. She dresses up as a troll because she has a fetish for them then starts shipping herself and friends together, no wonder why Caliborn sees her as so pathetic. All she has is ruses, i don't even think that SHE THINKS that she's all that strong. She pretty much relies on other's to get her through stuff and she even pretends to be someone else to progress the story. I've said it in the past but i think she should've been a misandrist, i think it would be funny for her to enable her female friends obsessive dispositions towards their crushes. Remember her drawing of Roxy trying to kiss Dirk while he looks visibly uncomfortable? It's stuff like that, have her perception on men be that they're props for the girls and you need to get a one-up on them in anyway to control them. Like drawing Dirk in a pink costume and being called something as gay as "the prince of heart" as an attempt at emasculating him. There's potential for this idea. She's better at being more composed and tactful than Caliborn, a good set up for being manipulative, she uses her fake politeness to slither her way onto C-Earth where i think she would have great potential to become a villain.

Just a bunch a thoughts about her bleh, she was kinda boring half of the time in the comic, stuff just gets handed to her and she's supposed to be a good guy despite forcefully separating Roxy and Rose that one time. Gave off control freak vibes. Her character feels inconsistent, like Hussie couldn't choose what he wanted her to be. I feel like her potential was underutilized

While Caliborn tries to be more in your face direct kind of deal, Calliope would have been someone who plays the more passive role. Doing her best to hide her true intentions or feelings and only showing her true colors when she is not able see the results she wanted or something else beyond her control comes her way. Calliope would shown to be no better than Caliborn and prove show how Cherubs are awful species. Sure there could be a chance of good Cherub, but like with trolls, there is some trait that would be frowned upon by human standards. Like you got Nepeta, she is playful and sweet, yes, but people forget she still hunts animals for food and PAINT. Some may find FLARP sessions that Tavros, Terezi, Aradia, Vriska, and Eridan engage in to be dangerous since it can lead to physical harm, be it from other players or the monsters they had set up. To trolls, such activities like this are a norm because they had been conditioned to live under it. But perhaps for Cherubs case, it might as well be in genetics as a species themselves that they act this way. If she is also represents the 'good' side of the fandom, then one should show toxic positivity is just as bad. People who have good intentions, but their noble deeds can lead to harm if the intent behind it is still selfish, consciously or subconsciously. Maybe those who are part of the good fandom side that may disagree with certain opinions, everyone else immediately goes against them instantly at the drop of dime because they fear they instantly become bad, when there is more to it than that. Actually show the grey morality on both sides of the fandom that would represent people like 4chan & old MSPA fans with Caliborn and Calliope with Tumblr.

[shit-talk-turner]

Does anyone think 'Audeline' by Alexandra is about Alex?

"Lyrically, I would say ‘Audeline’ is my favourite song overall, because I wrote most of it by myself and it was the first one that I felt I had full ownership over, so I enjoy that one lyrically because I feel more emotionally attached to it." - AS

I've wondered if the name of the song could be play on words for 'outt-a- line' cos it kind of sounds like that a bit: 'Aud-e-line'

"I'm counting on the morning for him to make it back"- Could she be talking about the level of dependancy she felt towards him in the making of BoS. "You know what he wants if he's in drag." - She's started recognise shifts in his moods and change in behaviours.

"To the top he's shooting, so you better get back" - He's got big ideas about this record so she's best to go along with his plans. "He'll charm you till you give him a slap, that microphone hog" - He's happy and pleasant when things go his way, 'Microphone Hog' could be taken literally as he is a singer but in this case she is describing someone who likes 'the sound of their own voice'; Someone who may think there opinions are more superior than others.

"Audeline, I question my design, your opinion changed my mind, don't leave me caught up" - He's started to make her question herself and now she doubts her own ideas/opinions (possibly in regards to her music) She doesn't want to be left in a cloud of confusion and hopes that he will give her reassurance and confidence.

"You can look but to touch you'll have to pay the price" - This could be referring to how attractive and alluring he is in a number of ways but it's not without its flaws nor sacrifice. "Open book but, Oh yeah most of the pages are wired". - He comes across as sincere, laid back and 'open' but the more she gets to know him it feels performative as though he's speaking from a script, he's calculated in what is shared with her.

"He dropped a coin, Guess he's got no problem sparing a dime" -This could be highlighting the difference in their success at the time of recording, he has more financial freedom and control than she does which may've meant he could get his way more due to his 'investment'. "Not a boy that's a man, can't you tell by the shine of his black magic lounge" - I think this might be a reference to both the difference in age between them as well as experience. Alex is a man whom is established and very successful within the industry, in comparison to her being quite young then and 'fresh' on the scene.

Thoughts?

this is one we have always 1000% agreed is about alex

[ausetkmt]

Why Everyone is Salty with Amanda Seales but not Katt Williams

It’s been a couple-few weeks since Amanda Seales posted an Instagram video dropping dimes on the lack of support she receives from Black media and we’re still blaming the victim. It’s the [insert strong Black woman] celebrity version of “but what were you wearing?” the accusation that keeps many sexual assault victims silent.

“Likability plays a huge role in our career trajectory” was the focus of an Essence op-ed about the actress and comedian.

Black Enterprise wrote that her post was “whining” and “complaining.”

TheGrio also chimed in with its own version of “she’s not a victim; she’s just loud and wrong.”

Even here at The Root we asked if Seales is the problem, citing her long-time divisive nature. (It should be noted that I, on a selection panel that included The Root’s editor in chief, other editors and a group of Howard University journalism students, chose Amanda Seales to be one of The Root 100 in 2023 for her witty, fearless and candid insights.)

Social media has, of course, spent the better part of the last weeks firmly coming down on the “it’s her; Seales is the issue” side of the discussion:

“We live in an era where folks absolutely don’t want to take personal responsibility for ANYTHING. There’s truth to the fact that if you are the common denominator in messed up situations maybe pause and ask ‘What is my role in this?’” started one Facebook comment.

On X (formerly Twitter), @Joshyoutrippin posted, “I hate when people like Amanda Seales, that live their lives as provocateurs rubbing people the wrong way, start acting surprised that people don’t rock with them. You’re annoying and no one wants to be around you. Don’t blame Black spaces for your bad personality.”

@feministajones shared her disdain for Seales on Threads in a series of posts that called the comedian “a nasty ass troll whose words have caused material harm and damage with nary an apology in sight.”

On Insta, one commenter summed up their feelings about Seales with a short and caustic, “No platform likes her…she is negative.”

If I’m correct in my understanding, when Williams roasts folks, he’s honest and refreshing. When Seales provokes discourse on myriad topics, including colorism, navigating industry social circles, gender identity, racism, dating f-boys and the Palestinian-Israeli conflict, she’s a “professional polarizer” and “unpalatable.” Got it.

I don’t know Seales personally but admire the way she provokes conversations that challenge societal norms, which is what comedians do, right? The criticism she is receiving now is reminiscent of the treatment faced by actress and comedian Mo’nique when she stood firm in telling her truth. In its reporting, The Refinery 29 suggested she faced consequences for not playing the game.

The far greater likelihood? We are uncomfortable when a strong Black woman voices her opinion. Be loud, be bold, we tell our girls in 2024. Don’t dim your light. Don’t ever change. But apparently it’s in bad form to be too loud, too bold or too bright.

As one IG poster, one of the few who came in support of Seales, commented: “The saddest part is if you were a man you being likeable wouldn’t even be a factor. The industry rewards opinionated, outspoken men — but punishes women who do the same.”

Funny (sarcasm intended) how that rings true.

Kendra Lee is a writer based in DC.

[homeimprovement31311]

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[elliebell77]

lotta text under the cut (fanfiction (i was gonna post it to ao3 but i realized that i dont really have a plan for the story so itd probably just drop off after like 3 chapters again and i always feel bad when I do that because readers seem genuinely invested (what was i talking about again? Oh, yes, the fanfic. please ignore it. (or don't.(You are free to choose your own fate (are you still reading this??))))))

There was something intimate about the art of sculpture.

Perhaps this was borne of the collective species narcissism seemingly inherent to all humans, but there was just something about the whole idea that appealed to you. As though intelligent life were to say to the Earth "let me give you purpose. Let me chisel my image into your flesh, breathe my stories into your soul. Let you be the vessel for the expanse of my imagination, and an echo of my voice for the generations to come."

…Of course, writing all that down makes it sound like total hogwash. Still, there was no harm in finding meaning within a world seemingly devoid of it, no? Even if you had to squeeze it out of places it didn't belong, like the universe was your exhausted orange. Or, hehe, like blood from a stone. Get it? No? Sorry.

Your favorite sculpure was the one in the mansion's garden. Well, okay, it wasn't your mansion, as you may have accidently implied in the previous sentence, but it was the mansion because it was the only one in the area, sitting among apartment buildings and parking lots.

It used to be a park, and a fairly popular one at that, famous for the giant fuckin' tree stump just… sitting in the middle. In your own honest opinion, you were pretty sure the city planners were trying to turn it into yet another parking lot, but most community efforts to get rid of the expansive stump had been pretty fruitless, so they begrudgingly turned it into a park instead, trying to use it as a selling point for tourists. "Come to our city! You can see the parking lots, apartment buildings and that one giant fucking tree stump!"

You were fairly sure that the city planners, then, breathed a collective sigh of relief about the whole matter when some rich asshole took it out of their hands by buying the whole property up, walling off the stump and the garden around it and making some bigass mansion for… bragging rights, maybe?? Either way, nobody came around to see the tree stump anymore, because he kept a pretty tight lock on it (though, sometimes if a tourist looked stupid enough he'd try to nickel and dime them into paying absurd prices to look at a stump).

Incidentally, tourism to the city also faced a sharp drop shortly after the stump was finished being walled off, putting the city in even worse debt. So, really, the city planners must be really kicking themselves now.

Anyway. Tourism and rich assholery aside, there was also a statue there. And that's what this story is about.

[mysteriouslyunabashedpeanut]

6 letters.

Six letters define american society

ESA and QLI

E s a is What lawmakers call an emergency spending authorization

Because the budget is accounted for 2 the penny

Every time There is a military engagement anywhere in the world for any reason

It requires an emergency spending authorization.Because we don't have money set aside to do it

Once the emergency spending authorization has been approved

It is completely unaccounted for

It's the only way it can be done I don't know how much it's gonna do this thing that i've convinced you needs to be done so I'll let you know when it's over

How much it cost,

But I can't tell you in advance.

That's the game

That is the only game of politics that matters all the rest of it.Is nickles and dimes

Iraqi oil is nice, but a no strings.Attached check from the united states taxpayer for 5 hundred million This is a closed case. No matter what happens there after, That money is yours Legally. The Second three letters are the abbreviation for the quality of life index. The Quality of life index doesn't care about economic forecasts or changing political opinions or world markets, It's a simple comparison between one generation and it's Predecessor And until recently, there had never been a generation in American history that lived a lower quality of life than it's previous generation.Never until now and they would.Have you believe that it's just simply the normal course of history when You should know better than to believe . owners

Are retaining a far greater share of profit , And when you divest them from responsibility for that by saying it's being paid as dividend to shareholders who deserve to reap the benefits of their success over the workers, you need to understand that the shareholders in turn. Decide the CEO's compensation so .It's not some kind of Don't blame me situation.They get the silver parachute.Send 50 million dollar bonuses based on shareholder return.So they're working to pay themselves no matter what you say or think.

Increasing employee benefits or wages correctly comes out of a ceo's compensation package

It doesn't have to be that way and they don't care because you can't make them care.

It's the reason every professional sports strike in the history of modern society has ended in the same way

The owners can't lie about how much money they have so the players

Are not influenced by the lies ,

And percentage is always the resolution

Thirty five percent of all revenue must go to players,

Once you make a deal like that There's no place to hide money.

You wanna know why there's so much crime and poverty?There is the only honest answer.

People by nature are greedy,

Angry doesn't never good it really isn't,

It's a wonderful motivator for narcissists, but.

The rest Of us seem more inclined to Our needs being rather than

Having three luxury sports utility Vehicles painted front to back in the same tone as my house to match the aesthetic as miss kardashian explained on tv recently.

When you think that 1 of those vehicles, just one could probably feed. A hundred people for a year ,

It's not a matter of who earned?What or Who works for what,

But the value of a human life and more and more, The idea of such a thing having any value is being slowly erased which Is a shame,

You never know when it's going to be you, caught in the tornado Is a random chaos life can

Drop on you at any time so,

When you discount others misfortunes or Circumstances as Is somehow deserved

You've lost sight of what it means To be human.

And sincerely deserve nothing less

[adamsart]

Starting a daily blog of my life. My backstory is one of a life misspent, years lost to incarceration, loss after loss, traumatic event after traumatic event, life always lived in the moment with no time to even process what I was going thru only time to react and survive. I made alot of stupid decisions and choices along the way. However I’ve always believed myself to be a good friend and decent person to other human beings. I’m sure this could be debated depending on who’s opinion you might find. No one is perfect or innocent but I believe I have left more bridges intact rather than burning. Today I want to start focusing on my future rather than dwelling on my past. About 6 months ago I made the decision that I was going to escape the state of Utah. Out of the 40 years I’ve spent on this beautiful planet 20 or so of those years have been spent in the state of Utah it’s where I was born and raised and lived thru tremendous amounts of religious, economical, sexual and other types of abuse/discrimination. Most people think of Utah as one of the best places to raise a family which may be true if your Mormon, White, upper middle class, sheep. I can assure you for a free thinking, non church going, working class person like myself Utah has continually been a place of loss,sadness,pain,shame,and regret. Not that it is all bad just most of it. I remember I used to listen to my father get up for work everyday and as he was waking up he would go thru what I like to call waking gripes and complaints. My dad couldn’t wake up without mumbling on for hours about all his problems. Usually my brother and I but alot about the fucking Mormons and this fucking state this and this state that and I remember thinking I bet if dad had a better attitude maybe people would treat him different and I thought all these problems he bitched about were probably more him than Utah or it’s people. I discovered he was totally right about everything it only took being kicked out of the state of Utah at 15 years old and living in Pennsylvania for 3 years during high school to open my eyes to just how horrible things are there for some. I guess I am thankful to some degree because fighting daily thru my childhood being discriminated by an entire population Adults and kids alike, finding a way to survive by myself as a young teen, doing time etc. have all made me a much stronger person mind body and soul than most humans. I also believe I feel love, happiness, and gratefulness on a deeper level than most as well as being able to find happiness with very little material. I think because of the hell abuse loss with no one to help me up I can appreciate even the smallest beauty in life. Find gratefulness in the smallest gain. Trying to get this back on track sorry if this has become hard to follow. So by the age of 13 years old I caught my first three felonies. I was in the beginning of my 8th grade year and was arrested for cultivation of marijuana, distribution in a school zone, and dangerous weapon on school property. I was caught selling a dime bag to a friend at school and was ratted out because I was made to be the “problem” when the cops searched my room they found my closet grow lol. And the knife I carried on me. These were actually my first charges ever I remember being walked out of school in cuffs all of the kids staring at me being put in the back of the local sheriffs car. Never to see regular school again. For the rest of 8th and 9 th grade I rode a school bus for 2 hours on my way to school and 2 hours to get home not because of the distance but the school I had to attend only had 2 busses and had to pick up and drop off kids from one end of Davis county to the other and I was last to get dropped off and first to get picked up in the morning. 36 to 45 of Davis county’s most hated kids under one roof. My 13 year old stoner self was put into school and classes with other troubled youth however most of the other kids were there for fights or violence of some sort not dealing and growing drugs.

[rauthschild]

We heard that CPS was charging $6,000 per day per kidnapped sons and daughters, and $9,000 per day if the kid has any kind of disability.  And then we saw the budgets.  

And now we know where they get the Endless Payola to perform this "service" --- from who else? The Fairy Godmother of them all, Bill Clinton.  Just imagine him wearing a tutu. 

The Adoption and Safe Families Act signed in 1997 by the Clinton Administration gives their own State-of-State franchises a million bucks per child seized. 

A million dollars. 

How's that for filthy lucre motivation to go out and steal kids from their own parents under color of law and armed threat?  

Imagine the impact that a million dollars per year would have on a struggling single parent home?  

That parent could afford to hire a housekeeper and a cook and nanny, too.  They could get some sleep and go to school or go to work without a worry and everything would be so much better..... but instead the Vermin kidnap the kids and don't help anyone.  

Instead, they send out people who have never had a child of their own to tell parents what to do and how to do it.  For real.  Social workers straight out of college with all sorts of "ideas" and no practical experience at all, standing there with their little clipboards telling real life parents all about parenting.  

They make crazy unrealistic demands of working parents --- "classes" that last 2-3 hours per class, two times a week, in the middle of the day?  As if these parents don't have jobs and lives and can just magically afford to spend three days a week going to child visitations and classes and taking drug tests and all sorts of other inane bureaucratic bunk --- and if they don't, they are considered a "risk"?  A risk of earning a living for themselves and their children?  

The only people who could ever meet the CPS demands are people who don't work.  Welfare scags, unemployed deadbeats of all kinds could make it to class where they teach parents of four year-olds how to diaper babies. These people are so dumbed down that when they are told that 12 out of a 100 is 40% --- they believe it.  They spread it. It's in their textbook because the idiot who wrote the textbook can't do math either, and together, their "opinion" becomes the "law".  

Are you getting a taste for just how @$#%# bat guano crazy this is?   And what drives it all? Federal kickbacks to their own State-of-State franchise organizations.  They are wallowing in graft so deep the average career bureaucrat is in danger of drowning.  

And now, we know who to thank for this endless barrage of fake "community concern" and the plague of bullies who have been encouraged to breach our constitutional guarantees, break down our doors, invade our homes, and steal our children from us---- all in the name of what? 

Corporate greed.  

The Accusers, who turn someone in as an "unfit" (Margaret Sanger word) parent don't have to come forward and be identified.  Their accusations don't have to be proven. Anybody with an ax to grind -- a disgruntled Ex or angry employee or some dumb sicko on a lark--- can just drop a dime and turn your family life into a nightmare with no evidence at all.  And no accountability. 

None of this would be happening except for the Federal Payola funding all of it.  It's time for CPS to be kicked to the curb along with the State-of-State Administrations and Legislatures belly up to the trough and the Federal Pigs responsible for it, too.

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Woke versus anti woke well, no

I do not know about you, but are you tired of all the cultural wars? Yes, we do need to move our society forward, but being forced to adapt to societal changes that do not affect or reflect the majority of the country at times can be difficult.

Then there is the other extreme where a talking purple M&M becomes scourged publicly for no other reason but to assuage the ego of one overly hyped TV personality or personalities. Seriously, I just want to eat my M&Ms in peace and enjoy Santa and one of the M&Ms fainting when they see each other.  

The hard reality is the vast majority of the country fits somewhere in the middle and leans moderately liberal to moderately conservative. I will posit that most lean more moderately conservative because most people are married, have kids, are stressed out at work, try to balance all their kids have on their plates with their own plates, care about the children’s education, clip coupons in some shape form or fashion, trying to find ways to save an extra dime in the bank, church attendance may be dropping off a bit, but still many go, and some not going is because religion isn’t helping them in anyway except for messaging and many churches have forgotten it is not their message that is important, but actual faith in God. Many vote out of a sense of duty, but hold no hope that elected officials know about their lives much less care about them. They pay too much in taxes, want social security to work, wish their employers paid more, would love to work from home, but struggle with productivity and all in all no one in any endeavor feels caught up.

Sounds a bit dire and there are many who are doing well, but generally the working and middle class feel something is missing and no one understands except each other.

So what does all this have to do with being woke or not woke? And of course you saying if you say nothing and everything then I am going to scream, but alas that is the answer. 

There really isn’t “woke” so how can there be an “anti woke”. There isn’t either because it is all grandstanding, what you use to be called political correctness, agendas, and people being judgmental against each other because we have nothing better to do. And judge we do.

There is a need to learn to respect each other, help each other, find solutions to problems, give people an opportunity to do well as the person they are, but that is more about loving your neighbor than pleasing your neighbor. Sometimes you do not have to agree, but you do have to talk. Finger pointing and denigrating others is wrong and both pretentious liberals and hard right wing people do it. And if you deny it, then well you aren’t paying attention to yourself. We all do in some shape form or fashion.

Yet there is no woke or anti woke. There is only people pushing their agenda upon others trying to find people like themselves. And again this is not the majority of the country, it is just loud minorities berating us for not being them.  

What is not going on is addressing the real issues facing us and the main one is the decline of what makes us a great country which is a well educated working and middle class. Now don’t presume too much, well educated doesn’t mean you can quote Shakespeare verbatim, but have an ability to reason, debate and converse with decorum, respect a well thought out opinion even if the vocabulary is sophomore English, be able to function with technology, but unless interested no need to be an IT guru, know what is STEM, and appreciate science and art for what they are to humanity. 

A person who is taught much and exposed to much and knows to respect others can find a successful niche in society to be productive and dare I say it enjoy life.

So the next time someone tries to drag you into a culture war, just remember you are better than that and get with people who respect you to find ways to overcome or survive our daily struggles. And if someone tells you that you have to go with the current choices ask them why? 

And after they answer it is because the other side is bad then reply, isn’t that why we have problems now? Or if you are a polite person, then you will probably just think that. 

When both sides are finger pointing they are both hundred percent right and hundred percent wrong, but not for the reasons they think. Where exactly is the finger pointing or as some say, one finger points away and three point back.

Nothing about humanity will ever be perfect, yet it can be better if we choose better. 

Cheers