#drunk injuns

[sidrial]

Pick 1 album and discuss.

If you don’t recognize any of these, listen to at least 2 first. I will add music 🎶 links in the comments.

#Alsmusiccafe

Episode 105

6 4 23

Yes-the theme is older albums that are not fully/legally available digitally

#blacksabbath #ruperthine #Ulcer #drunkinjuns

[bestfuckinmusic]

Poison Ruin - Live from the Oubliette - 2021

Pro-shot video of Poison Ruin, Philly punks with an interesting sound and theme! I think these are likely to be quite a Marmite band, you’re going to love them or hate them! Reminds me a little of the Amebix. Hardcore needs more bands like this, remember Drunk Injuns?

[theeversocelebratedmarktwain]

Perhaps I Spoke Too Soon

Dr. rHello all!  Welcome back to anyone that may be reading.

This previous week, we, as a class, have read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. Crafting vocal points about this Twain novel can be very generic considering that this and The Adventures of Huck Finn are two of Twain’s most celebrated (boy) books. Previously, we have discussed a very personal approach to Sam Clemens/Mark Twain himself. However, this week, we will jump into a dive of content that focuses more on his material, and how that is received for the time of publishing versus modern day. 

So, my two points of conversation today places me going a bit backwards considering how much credit I gave him for being ‘so progressive’ with the minority scholarship. While we all know now his morals and beliefs on Black Americans and enslaved individuals, I believe I jumped the gun with thinking his progression would lay over in other minorities. 

First, the Native Americans: While the Ken Burns’ Biography paints Clemens/Twain in a flattering light to one minority, it should be noted that the light is apparently only bright enough for one area. Twain writes The Adventures of Tom Sawyer with the idea of showing the class systems in between the population in even such a small town. While the book follows Tom who is a young scoundrel who enjoys mischief, Tom and his friend Huck accidentally come across the characters who are grave robbing. Specifically three of these characters are named Dr. Robinson (the dead victim), Muff Potter (the town drunk), and ‘Injun Joe’ (the liar/real murderer). With the Doctor dead, the boys who witnessed everything keep this to themselves from fear for their own lives. It was ‘Injun Joe’ who murdered the Doctor. However, with Muff Potter being consistently drunk, he is unsure of the facts. This made him an easy target for framing him for the murder. Although Twain includes many microaggressions about the character ‘Injun Joe’, he is only part Native American. This is how Twain shows the class systems of the middle and lower class. Doctor was in the middle. Joe is lower (for genetics), but Muff Potter is the lowest because he is the town drunk. 

Next, the women (or girls): In the beginning, the reader gets a great insight to one of the largest female characters in this story which is Aunt Polly. She is who is raising Tom, which she struggles a lot to do with his ‘Tom Foolery’ (Lol, sorry for the pun). Anyway, Aunt Polly raises Tom the best she can. He always keeps her on her toes with guessing and/or second guessing herself because of his mischief. Twain writes Aunt Polly as not much of disciplinarian when it comes to her approach with children. She is seen getting easily walked on, but still- a good heart. 

The next female Twain graciously included is Becky Thatcher. She is a *stereotype* blonde haired, blue eyed, innocent little girl that has caught Tom’s attention as soon as she comes to the schoolhouse. He insistently states that she is all a kid could dream for. However, this is really the only young girl Twain gives us really. Even then, her character is more of a flat stereotype (probably the original that everyone else turned into a stereotype). But, Twain is known for his ‘boy books’. In this novel, the reader gets so much from Tom himself, his friends, his family, the people in the town, etc. However, even though the readers knows there are women in the town. The only women that receive dimension to their character is the Widower and Aunt Polly. The only other representation is the school girls. 

This book is so celebrated and so loved, and yet- it fits the ideas of only half a community. But yet it makes the reader feel whole, as if nothing in town is missing. Granted, after the week I have had with my other classes, I’ve learned (the hard way) that sometimes no representation is better than bad representation when it comes to women specifically. 

[do-geese-see-god]

We went with a lamer name and wound up in 7th place. I blame the drunk injun, even though we were all drunk.

I was on a mini golf team and we signed up for a tournament with the name "Team any hole's a goal" and they turned us down.

[noiseneverends]

Drunk Injuns Discography Genre: Skate Punk/Punk Rock Origin: San Jose, California Years active: 1983–present

[thecvltnation]

The Gritty Gothic Punk of PAWNS: An Interview and Preview of “The Gallows” LP

I had the opportunity to catch Brooklyn’s PAWNS at San la Muerte III fest last year in San Antonio. The band’s electric performance was one of the highlights of the multi-day event, captivating and galvanizing the audience with a sonic assault that was equal parts classic...

http://www.cvltnation.com/gritty-gothic-punk-pawns-interview-preview-gallows-lp/

#DeathRock, #Featured, #Features, #Interviews, #Music, #Post-Punk

[the-hellhounds]

Taeyong's Birthday Party

Walking around the club that the hounds had rented for their leader, Taeyong kept looking around for his friend. A cold beer held tightly in his hand while his eyes scanned around the entrance for them.

"Still waiting for your bunny friend?" Ten asked with a clap to his back once he arrived next to his hyung at the open bar.

"Yeah..."

"Just give her a call. Bet she's running late." He tells him, seeing him crane his neck again as another one of the mates of the younger hounds arrived. A sigh leaving Taeyong.

Taking his brand new phone out, courtesy of Jaemin gifting it to him. He makes the call to his friend, walking away where he could hear her.

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On the dance floor, Haechan held a six month old Minjun in his arms. Dancing around with him while Renjun glared at him for having taken his dance partner away from him.

"Oh stop your death glares, Injun. He's my son. I get to dance with him more." Haechan grinned, his lips pressing a kiss to his son on the cheek as he twirls him in his arms.

Renjun scoffed. "That's because I kept taking care of him while you were look for lovers." He argued before his mate came along to whisk him away.

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During his call with his friend, Taeyong sighed until he heard someone call for him from the entrance. His eyes lighting up once he saw her. "Bunny!" He smiled rushing over to her, pushing Jeno and Kai out of his way.

"Hyung-"

"The fuck-"

Ignoring them, he hugs his bunny friend. Lifting her up in her arms, forgetting that she was scented by another. "You came. I thought you said that you couldn't come?" He asks placing her back down, guiding her to the bar where he ordered for them. He couldn't just tell her that he had developed feelings for her. After all, it was his birthday and he didn't want to get his heart broken in case she said no to him.

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"I swear to fucking hell, that if they get near our mates, I'm going to fucking lose my fucking mind." Mark sneered at the table he was sat at with Jaemin, Chenle, Lucas, Kun and Johnny. His glass of whiskey slamming on the wooden table after downing it all.

"All I can say is, good luck." Johnny chuckled.

"Same. We don't have mates, so we could care less." Lucas chimed in as he looked over to where the four original hounds were huddled in the opposite side of the club.

All the hounds that had mates and love interests were told to be away from them, Haechan basically having to horde them away while having a death glare battle with Baekhyun when he had glanced at the female love interest of his.

"Mark Hyung, chill. It's not like they can steal our mates-" Chenle goes to say when Kai comes over and gives him a look.

"I literally kidnapped two people before. One being Taeyong's friend." He says with a thumb thrown over his shoulder. "Don't doubt those fuckers won't be able to steal your princess, Lele."

"Fuck."

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As the party went on and the hounds started to get drunk after almost emptying the bar, Taeyong hung on the shoulder of his bunny friend while he gave his thanks to everyone for attending. "Thanks...for uh..." He smiled drunk and dazed, his friend telling him to stop drinking. "Thanks for my birthday party!" He yelled, making everyone cheer and root for him. His cheeks having gone so pink, hundreds of glasses of alcohol being downed in his system. He felt so drunk for once and he was happy.

~Later that night...he confessed his feelings to her~

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Tags: @redroom-cb (Kun's cupcake) @universe-of-superm (🧡 Markie) @disney-cafe-nct (🧡 Taeil & Kun) @idealmulti-cb (🧡 Mark) @multi-esme (Mark's baby & Kai's baby) @multiyiren (Chenle's Princess) @fallenangel-oc (Jaemin's angel) @lovesick-hyuck (💜) @witch-renjunnie (💙) @ateezmystery (Kyun's Sangie~) @dragonyixing-cb @frathouse-cb (Ten's sicheng) @uridealbf-cb @uridealgf-cb @raiden-oc (demon boy) @velvetparadise @harddoms-playpen @badbf-cb (brat ☠) @1960-exo @cave-of-demons @darkmoonsiblings-reblog @ur-oc @multiaugirls @multiauboys [dm for + or -]

[justiceamberheard]

Johnny Depp’s testimony, part 5.

Before we start, I shoud point out why he sued Amber Heard. It was because of the Oped in Washington Post,  which was written and published in December 2018 by Amber Heard where  she talked about domestic and sexual violence. She never named him in an article.

Johnny Depp cross examined by AH team.

Depp testified in the UK he was abusing alcohol when he and Vanessa Paradis broke up. He once told Amber early on he wasn't drinking because he had a problem with his liver.

Johnny Depp to Elton John: ''that is, until the french extortiniost (ex c*nt) attempts to brain wash them against her''. And remember how he said his kids and Amber Heard were not on good terms. This email disproves it.

The court is now being played an audio recording. We are hearing a clip from a longer recording we are told, with the full piece being entered into evidence.Amber Heard can be heard talking to Johnny Depp about him vomiting, saying: "I thought you'd choke on your own vomit... yes you do vomit a lot... Oh, it's news to you?"

It shows Depp "passed out", Mr Rottenborn says. There is spilled ice cream in his lap. The photo was taken in Boston while he was filming a film called Black Mass

Johnny Depp to one of the nurses: ''I was high as a mutafucka when I made that film''.

Ben Rottenborn then moves on to a message sent by Depp to his friend in April 2012, saying: "I got drunk and destroyed my room. There are hookers and animals in here..."The friend replies: "Watch out for Mike Tyson... have you num-numed."Depp replied asking if it was "okay to put on a condom after the fact".

In May or June 2013, Johnny Depp and Amber Heard visited a trailer park in Hicksville, California, with a group of people including Heard's sister, Whitney.Heard has claimed that Depp became angry when one of her friends, referred to as Kelly Sue, touched her.

Johnny Depp to Paul Bettany: ''I am insane person and not so fair headed after too much of the drink''. (after Hicksville, California 2013)

In Depp's exchange with his sister, he tells her: "It was not pleasant today... I don't need actress bullsh*t and her f****** ambition". (after Hicksville, California)

Amber Heard's lawyer Ben Rottenborn is now going back to the flight from Boston to LA that Heard took with Johnny Depp in 2014. The actress has alleged Depp was abusive during this flight. Mr Rottenborn takes Depp through an email he sent to Heard after the flight, saying: "Once again, I find myself in a place of shame and regret. Of course, I am sorry. I really don't know why, or what happened. But I will never do it again. I want to get better for you. And for me. I must. My illness somehow crept up and grabbed me." (May 2014)

Johnny Depp to Paul Bettany: Drank all night before I picked Amber up to fly to LA...Ugly mate. No food for days. Powders.Half a bottle of whisky. An angry aggro injun in a fucking blackout, screaming obscenities and insulting any f*ck who got near. (May 2014)

The court is now being played some audio clips. Amber Heard's lawyer Ben Rottenborn says it sounds like an "animal in pain" - Johnny Depp agrees and confirms it is his voice.(at the end of the video).

Mr Rottenborn moves on to Depp's detox on his private island in the Bahamas in the summer of 2014. Mr Rottenborn is now reading out an email sent by Depp to Heard's mother following his Bahamas island detox."I couldn't have made it without her... I would have gone for a swim and swallowed a big drink of ocean without her, to be honest," it said. "It was a hell of my own doing that your little girl walked through with me step by step...

[fierceawakening]

Also, regarding shit Depp said while intoxicated and pissed off, I recall he also made a racist remark comparing himself to a "RAGING DRUNK INJUN"—yes, in all caps, I think. (He's had other racist incidents, including some crap surrounding the Lone Ranger movie, the subsequent time he dressed as a stereotypical Native American in an ad for Dior's line of body spray called Sauvauge, and I think maybe saying the N word once, but that wasn't in the context of his relationship with Heard except MAYBE that last thing?)

Yeah.

I understand that fighting addiction is difficult, and some people die trying.

But if you’re self aware enough to know it makes you literally violent to use, don’t you have some duty to at least try? Your right to swing your fist ends at someone else ‘s face.

It seems from what I have seen and read that Depp really wasn’t taking responsibility in any consistent way. And that alone does not an abuser make, but if you know you’re violent and not at least trying to find ways to learn to hold your horses? Red flag.

[cherokeefrank]

Injun drunks be like: the constitution works so well! We just need to give it over 100 years for it to do anything, if at all. Your toilet paper is as useless as you, you drunken bullet sponge

Dipshits be like the above.

[nomadriver]

The ‘95 Disney movie Tom & Huck includes an idea where Pap Finn had been the best knife fighter on the Mississippi. We never see this but it is mentioned by Injun Joe when he’s mocking Huckleberry near the end of the film. 

I do like this addition because Pap Finn isn’t normally given a backstory of any kind, he’s just an abusive and washed up drunk. This adds a little touch of depth to him that I think just adds an interesting layer and a curiosity on what he was like before the drink ruined him. 

A friend also proposed that he taught Huck how to knife fight and taught him well, even if Huck didn’t really want to learn. He was taught. 

This I also like because it makes sense for the boy to know his way around blades, given his living situation. 

So yes: Huck can use a knife and he can use it very effectively. He probably knows the best places to strike both on opponents his size and bigger than himself. He likely traded some of his finds with one of the kids in order to procure hold of a switchblade. 

It’s a prized possession, along with his pipe and hat.

[dreamiesdotcom]

My First and Last | h.rj

word count: 828

request: ❁

a/n: i just tried this format because sjdhjd they told me to :D

Renjun remembers it all, a dream-like reality, his first love.

He didn't really know how it happened — he just felt different, like days were brighter and exhausting tasks suddenly are what he loves doing the most; walking to the park, socializing, things like that, little excuses to see you. You were a good friend, after all; more than blessed with wits and love, you've always had kindness with you.

He feels drunk, kind of hazy, falling in love. Falling in love. He fell in love.

It went on for months and many more that he let this seed of unknown feelings grow, aware of what they mean but also kind of not. He had no time to sort everything out — to put it to Donghyuck's words, he was whipped and stupid and has reached the peak of both. He ignores it, because how could he not be any of these things? He searches for you in crowds and your eyes meet and you smile, you talk to him even if all he does is break his cold guise and fall apart into a stuttering, blushing mess. Again, how could he not? It was just that everything faded with the background whenever he was looking at you, and even if it was not like everything he's read, it was equal parts terrifying and surreal and he whispered to himself, afraid and oddly looking forward, this must be it. This might be what it must feel like.

"You're just too much for me," Renjun suddenly blurts out, a pretty expression on his face. You think everything about him is like that — just so pretty, in all ways delicate but at the same time fierce. It's hard to believe he's looking at you like this sometimes, smiling meaningfully, "My heart can't take you."

"Hmm..." You nod, returning the same look with purpose, teasing as you lean forward, "Should I just go, then?"

Renjun's smile drops, and he feels quite unfair and confusing when replies, "Don't you fucking dare."

You laugh, does it like you're on top of the world. He watches you like that, carefree and happy, everything so comfortably warm with a hint of butterflies. Renjun thinks this is how it should always be — he wishes, blind to reality and the world, a naiveness much like a child's. He wishes that this is how it will always be — you, him, having each other's back with entwined fingers, even until the world crumbles and falls apart at your feet. He wants to be with you even above breaking grounds and falling heavens. He wants forever, until the end of time, until the very last —

Except you two are young, except time is mean.

You're young, though, maybe too young — you could lie; no, not lie — you could imagine, you could play pretend. You look up to him, smiling. Renjun knows that gaze all too well and his heart thuds against his chest, and even that he feels you recognized too. You hug him close so that he doesn't see your face, and then as slow as you can you whisper, "Don't leave, Injun-ah..."

Pretend never lasts long, though.

Truthfully, he doesn't really want to. But it's not like he had a choice, and he barely has time to wonder how you knew he's leaving. Fake control is a concept familiar to the boy, faux composure something he always wears, but no matter how hard he tries, he simply couldn't. Renjun hums, the same joyous tone he uses then, "Aren't you being a little selfish now, love?"

"You can't leave unless you promise to return." You stubbornly say, holding tight onto him and even if he's reciprocating the hug, you can't help but feel as though he's fading away, like little bits of sand escaping from your fingertips. You shakily sigh, "And I know you won't."

The boy nods, and you part from the hug to greet him once again with a tear-stained face. He remains smiling, one drawn in a deceiving way you learned to see through pretty early on. He loved doing that; he loved making it seem like he doesn't feel as much as the others, as if he's unbreakable and nothing can ever bother him. You think it's silly — maybe it was you or him, but for a reason or two, everything uncovers itself whenever you're around each other, him included.

"I know you won't promise... and once you leave.... once you leave," you try to hold back a pitiful sob, the sight in front of you barely even visible through the tears filling up your eyes again, and he hardly even finds himself able to continue his act when you fail to meet his gaze, eyes dropping to your clenched fists, just in between the two of you. Even while crying, you let out a loving smile, "I know you won't come back."

Renjun remembers it all, a dream-like reality, his last love.

[adorablele]

assign your mutuals with the dream members (sorry, i saw the other anon who did the describe your mutuals and wanted to see this)

this popped up in my inbox and I gotta say,, I like the way you think. maybe you should come off of anon and we can chat 👀👀 also y’all really testing how much I know about my moots (I’ve known majority of them for like less than a month fdsdfsa) but thank you for these, they’re so fun!

claire- @shimmershimmernct

renjun!!

for sure because I’d love to see the two of you talk about moomin

and gurl if you’re savage but quiet??

pls fite renjun omg

entertainment!! I would need some popcorn

lowkey feel like the two of you would just vibe too

like you would make eye contact and just know

just know

before renjun sticks his tongue out or something

and now you guys are bickering lol

but you know that he doesn’t hate you

he’s a lil softy inside

dahlen - @jisvngy

hands down jisung

because it’s,,, jisung

can definitely see you bickering with him

like that whole how do you pronounce this word type of deal

and omg studying together??

you’d def clown him for his grammatical errors

could see the two of you baking together

and you sighing a lot because

oh no, jisung whisked too hard and spattered flour everywhere

and oops was he supposed to preheat the oven?

denise - @renjunlite

so your bias is hyuck

but i was siding more towards jeno (was shook when you said he was your bias wreck adjklfa) or mark

let’s go with jeno

because I like the two of you as a pair

like I mean you could have hyuck distract you during study sessions

but what about bestfriend!jeno bringing you coffee and cracking some pun/joke as you stretch out your tired muscles

AHH I love to see the two of you as best friends

and hyuck getting jealous

(what k-drama is this)

eiko - @jeonginks

okay i could put you with hyuck

and watch in amusement as you reject his love

BUT your conversations with injunnie?

with the way you world build

and injun’s conspiracy theories??

lmao you could add in mark

who’s commentary is always gold

especially when he’s drunk omg

either way

eiko and renjun (plus mark’s input)??

we would love to see it

leyna - @jisunqsgf

your reaction to jeno’s eye smile??

in person???

i can just see you freaking out

also see you freaking out over jiceps and his flustered face

but would love to see your interaction with jeno lol

he’s so caring and you’re so sweet

and i feel like the two of you would have a blast talking to each other

can’t lie,,, i think you guys would be cute together

louna - @glossyjaems

jaemin

I see no other option

can practically feel the energy buzzing off the two of you

and you guys would be so such a supportive pair 

always hyping your friends

boosting people’s confidence

showering everyone in affection

I can picture you guys, possibly, not being talkative at first

but once you two get to know each other

and are comfortable??

it’s endgame

qiu - @juyeonzz

mork lee!!!

you guys are both adorable pls

I love talking to you

and conversations are so easy

I think it’s the same thing with mark, too

like he’s able to talk about anything and everything (thinking back to the relay cam where someone commented how fun it’d be just to talk to him)

still don’t see how you’re awkward

but if you are that way,, don’t worry, so is mark

and ajdfksa i would die laughing if the two of you were stuck in awkward silence

that sounds so mean

but pls know that I support you like a best friend

and would just watch as I eat my popcorn from a distance :)

yara - @kwantified

chenle omg

like immediately that thought came to me

and it’s hard to explain

but I feel like the two of you would just click?

I think the both of you would just go with the flow

and everything with the two of you would be so chill

I would imagine you guys being partners in crime too

pulling pranks on the dreamies lol

then acting like you’ve done nothing

[dear-dreamie]

To celebrate you finally being done with exams, and them just finishing another successful comeback, you, Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun all decided to get as drunk as possible. Haechan was invited, but ultimately had to abstain due to his 127 promotions, much to his dismay, and Jisung and Chenle were both going to be staying at Chenle's house for the night, so you had all decided that the DREAM dorm would be the best place for it. So far everything was fine, you were all slightly tipsy, being two thirds of the way through the first bottle of the night, but nothing serious yet, and all lying down in the living room, staring at the ceiling.

"Y/n, my dude, my bro, my guy. I love you, but you have got shit taste in booze." Jaemin said, taking another swig from the bottom shelf bottle of vodka you had supplied.

"Not all of us are idols. I'm a college student, and I have a minimum wage barista job, I'm broke as fuck, so this is all I could afford. If you hate it so much, just stop drinking it," you retaliated, reaching to take the bottle, but he snatched it away, slapping your hand, and looking at you, insulted.

"Fuck no. Hey, does anyone know what time it is?" Jaemin asked, taking another mouthful.

"Time is but an abstract concept, coined by clockmakers so that they could sell more watches, and utelised by the capitalist system to put pressure and stress upon each one of us to work ourselves down to the bone, just so the rich man gets richer." Renjun replied monotonously, taking the bottle and swigging.

"Twelve thirty-six," Jeno said, checking his watch. "I'm bored, let's play a card game, or something."

"Okay."

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"Hmmm, three of hearts," Jeno says, putting down his card.

"Okay, uuuuuuhh, wild card, pick up four," Jaemin goes, placing down an Uno card.

"Nice try, but, Ditto, I choose you!" Renjun exclaims, throwing down a Pokemon card triumphantly.

"Hey guys? What the fuck are we actually playing?" you stare at your hand, consisting of playing cards, Uno cards, Pokemon cards, Snap cards, and a gift card.

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"Right, but when you shake laminated paper and it makes that sound, "—"FWUBWUBFWUB" —"Yes, precisely, thank you, Jeno." You tell the boys your favourite sound.

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"I'm going to kill fifty people and an octopus," Renjun says with absolute certainty, and determination in his eyes. Jeno looks at him worried, but Jaemin looks at you weird, as if you had anything to do with this decision.

"Why would you kill and octopus, Injun?" He asks.

"See? Nobody ever cares about the fifty people."

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It had gotten much later, and you and Renjun had exhausted the usual topics of ghosts and aliens. You were now on the subject of cryptics. It seemed you two were off in your own world, with him trying to stay upright by clinging to your shoulders. Jeno and Jaemin were watching, noting how the alcohol had affected Renjun way more than anyone else, as he hadn't even realised he was practically cuddling his crush. But they had.

"Bigfoot, but clean shaven. Barefoot." You provided proudly, with a nod of your head. Behind you, Renjun let out a huff of air as he nuzzled further into your neck.

"Nah, that's Mr. Clean," he says, and you can feel his lips moving against your neck, causing you to blush. You hope neither Jeno nor Jaemin notice it, and even if they do, you hope they just brush it of as the booze.

"What the fuck?"

"You two are the reason I have anxiety."

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It was nearing 5:00 am when you all decided to turn in. Jeno was already in his bed, leaving after having a whispered conversation with Jaemin, during which they kept stealing glances at you and Renjun, who was still stuck to you like glue, even though you were trying to set up the sofa to sleep on.

"Y/n, I really don't think it'll be good for your back to sleep on the sofa like that. You already complain about it enough as it is, you should just use a bed." Jaemin said as you were starting to try and get settled.

"I can't be arsed climbing upto Jisung's bed, so it's this or the floor." You knew what Jaemin was getting at, drunk Jeno isn't as good a whisperer as he'd like to think.

"Well, why don't you sleep with Renjun? He seems nice and comfortable on your shoulder, and you wouldn't want an upset Injunnie on your hands, would you?" Jaemin smirked, knowing you would either cave now, or when Renjun started moping. "Yeah, sleep with me. You're soft, and warm, and cuddly, and I loooooooovvvvvveeeee youuuuuuuu lotsssssss. Loooooooovvvvvveeeee yooooooouuuuuuu." You started off towards his room, because you knew Jaemin was right. A drunk Renjun was a needy and emotional Renjun, and there was no way out of this. As you were walking down the hall, trying to keep to a straight-ish line, you heard Jaemin cooing at you both, so you flipped him off as you closed the door.

Pulling back the covers, you get Renjun into the bed, and go switch off the light. When you get back and begin to lay down, he pulled you in, really closed, and drunkenly kissed you. Granted, it wasn't so much a kiss as Renjun just pushing his face into yours, but your heart still shit itself. After a few more confessions of his undying love for you, and how adorable and lovable and beautiful you are, Renjun buried his head in your chest and fell asleep, not long before you.

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You woke up before Renjun the next day, and felt warm all over at the memories of last night. Playing with his hair was all it took for Renjun to start grumbling and waking up. "Ugh, ah, fuck, that hurts," clenching his hand in a fist, he realised he wasn't laying on a pillow and froze for a second before slowly looking up at you. "Oh, hi..."

"Hey, there. Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Clearly not enough. Could you fill me in?"

"Well, you got really clingy about 3:00 am, and haven't let me go since, except for when I put you in bed and turned out the light. You also kept telling me that you love me lotssss, and then, just as you were falling asleep, you pushed your face against mine, which I can only assume was supposed to be a kiss. But, that's about it." Whilst telling him all of this, you were still playing with his hair, just at the bottom of his head, and he had moved up to be eye level with you on the pillow.

" Listen, I'm really sorry about all of that can we just forget any of it ever happened. I really really am sorry, and I ju-" You cut of his rambling by giving him a proper kiss this time, and looked him right in the eye.

"No, because you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I love cuddling you, and you're the greatest thing to happen to me, and I loooooooovvvvvveeeee youuuuuuuu lotssss, too, and I want to be with you, as much as you do me, apparently. Now, tell me you love me, and cuddle me until we either have to eat or use the bathroom." Renjun looks at you, almost in awe, and dumbly nods his head.

"Yeah, sure, I can do that. I love you more than anything in this whole world, Y/n L/n."

"I love you, too, Huang Renjun."

[themarktwainblog]

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer- Themes:

This is the story of a mischievous boy living in a small mid-west American town in the mid 19th century. He keeps getting into trouble and finding his way out of it again. Some of the novel is about Tom’s romance with Becky Thatcher, a new girl in town. They like each other and experience relationship problems, which are eventually resolved. Tom hooks up Huckleberry Finn, the son of the town drunk. One night they sneak out to a graveyard where they see Injun Joe murdering Dr. Robinson. Most of the story is now about that murder and its repercussions. After various adventures connected with Injun Joe and some treasure he is hiding, during which Tom and Becky are lost in a cave for days, Tom solves the mystery surrounding Injun Joe and his whereabouts. 

The themes of this novel are:

- Boyhood and growing up

Tom Sawyer is a rebel. The adults who surround him are constantly concerned by his rule-breaking, fighting, ducking out of chores, truanting, telling lies, stealing treats from his Aunt Polly’s closet, and so on. All that is presented with humour and affection. There is not a trace of judgment in Twain’s portrayal of him. In fact, Tom’s escapades are a delight to read. His gang’s activities are often satirical mirror images of the town’s adult behaviour.

More daring and imaginative than the other boys, Tom is admired by them. They all misbehave, but never in such a bold manner as Tom, which makes him their leader. His friend, and rival in wildness, is the unsupervised boy, Huckleberry Finn. He is every boy’s dream, envied because he is free to do as he likes without adult censure. The boys of the town bond through rebellion, and those who don’t conform, such as Tom’s half brother, Sid, are isolated.

Adults who don’t conform are also isolated. The mirror image is the expectation of good behaviour among them, so the criminals, Injun Joe and Muff Potter are outcasts, excluded from society.

The theme of boyhood includes the mapping of Tom’s journey from rebellious boy to responsible citizen through the process of maturing. Tom is an intelligent and sensitive boy and he realizes that his actions can have serious consequences. He is driven to make several moral decisions like testifying against Injun Joe and protecting Becky Thatcher from being whipped by their teacher by taking the blame for ripping the book.

The other model of boyhood does not lead to an acceptance of society. Huck Finn also matures. He performs the most heroic act in the novel when he saves the Widow Douglas’ life. However, even after he wins the approval of the adults he is not drawn into the kind of behaviour that would make him completely accepted. He does not conform, by going to church, developing table manners, and so on, preferring to live on the outskirts of society instead.

As the novel ends we see the two boys presenting as two different models of looming adulthood. In spite of that, they continue to bond through their firm friendship. Such friendship is a characteristic of boyhood that Mark Twain endorses as enduring wisdom – a friendship that will be with them throughout their lives.

-  Adventure

Adventure, exploration, and discovery are central themes in the American experience. It is at the core of  The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

Tom is an adventurer, an explorer, and a thrill-seeker, driven by his imagination and sense of nobility. The novel’s title is a nod towards the popular emerging literary genre  – the adventure novel – and reveals the author’s intention of commenting on it. He makes repeated references to other tales of high adventure  like “Injun Joe’s cup stands first in the list of the cavern’s marvels; even “Aladdin’s Palace” cannot rival it.”

Moreover, the sarcastic tone of the novel presents a postmodern self-consciousness – the sense that the author is telling a story that is aware that it is a story being told. Tom’s adventures subsequently become a commentary on adventure stories. There is an echo of Don Quixote in that Tom’s imagination like Don Quixote’s plays the central role in his adventures. It is a comment on the role of imagination in the premise of adventure. Tom is connected with Don Quixote with his romantic swashbuckling.  Like the knight of La Mancha Tom is self-made, formed by his reading of romantic adventurers.

-  Adult hypocrisy

The novel is set in small-town America. It is a close-knit society where everyone knows everyone else. The townsfolk see themselves as law-abiding, Godfearing, church-going, stable families who raise their children with discipline, with the aim of turning out responsible adults.

Almost everyone goes to church on Sundays and all accept a common set of moral values. The town judge is the most respected figure and he administers the law with rectitude and fairness.  School attendance is compulsory and education consists of reinforcing the inflexible rules that guard the town’s social values. It is a model of what a good society should be.

However, the town is full of children and they can muddy the water. The novel focuses on them, particularly the boys, who are led in boyhood rebellious behaviour by the rebel-in-chief, Tom Sawyer. Their activities frequently show gaps in the adults’ logic, and reveal a degree of hypocrisy, as they often say one thing and do another. Aunt Polly intends harsh punishments for Tom’s behaviour but is unable to follow them through to harsh action. Tom is sometimes punished for not doing as he agreed to do, but her hypocrisy in not carrying out her threats is not, and in that sense she is being hypocritical. In spite of that, she remains a moral authority.

When Tom joins the Cadets of Temperance he does that, not because of any belief or understanding of the cause of temperance, but because of the effect that the fancy sash he will be allowed to wear will affect his standing among the other kids. The author suggests that the adult members of the Temperance group are similarly motivated – more impressed by the actual membership, with its insignia, than by the cause itself.

The author extends his satire to the hypocrisy in 19th century America in general. For example, Aunt Polly is typical of small-town American women in her belief in quack medicines. That is a reflection of Tom’s and Huck’s belief in black magic but, whereas there is no authoritative affirmation of that, there are medical ‘authorities’ in support of the efficacy of quack medicines, who are themselves charlatans.

The town’s adults fail to follow through on their word in response to Tom’s various transgressions.  In running away to Jackson’s Island, getting lost in the cave, and tracking down Injun Joe’s treasure, Tom and his friends break several serious rules, but in every case, the villagers don’t punish them. Mark Twain is suggesting that one can’t condemn the community for their hypocrisy in desiring the children’s safety. He is affirming the ultimate goodness of community, which is not a simple matter of the strict policing of children. Hypocrisy is not always such a bad thing and can be forgiven when it results in the good

[ansgar-martinsson]

Fair Winds and a Following Sky - Part 12

Nowhere Oklahoma, One and One Half Years Ago

It was a dry winter, or so he’d been told. Dry, he supposed, meant mild; as the weather was more like autumn or spring in his estimation, than a true winter. He’d never spent a winter in the Southern United States before, but he knew that the winter there paled in comparison to the dark, Swedish winters he was accustomed to.

Which was why he never once complained about working in the barn, why he never once balked at mucking out the stables or feeding the horses, or even putting the great beasts through their daily winter paces. There wasn’t much he could have done construction wise around the ranch. Most of it - the barn, the porch decking, the siding, the garage door - was done, anyway. 

His work there was essentially complete. And yet, for numerous reasons, he stayed.

It was six in the evening, an hour after sunset. The sky was a grayish haze yet - the day was over, but it was not quite night. He, as he was every night for the past few months, was in the stable. It was warm there, heated by the hay and the horses; and he enjoyed the sounds of the breeze through the corridor, the whisper of the straw, and the whickering of horses.

He had just finished brushing Condor’s Flight, one of Anna’s prized racehorses, when he heard tires in the driveway followed by the slam of a single car door. It didn’t sound at all like Anna’s Chevy.  If he wasn’t mistaken, it was the distinct sound of a newer model BMW, which, from his knowledge of the local trucks, SUVs, and beaters with heaters, was quite odd.

He dipped his hands into a trough of warm water, wiped them with the towel that hung from the tack post, pushed the man door open and stepped onto the edge of the pathway. In the beam of a pair of bluish headlights, he saw the shape of a woman - shorter, stockier, thickly dressed - definitely not Anna.

The woman called out. “Boy! Come here.” She gestured wildly in the air with one hand, beckoning him to her as she took quick, shuffling steps toward him. In spite of her demands, he remained in place, his hands on his hips. “I said, come here boy.”

“I’m sorry, madam,” he replied, “I tend not to answer to ‘boy.”

“Ooh,” she sang, “a proud one, huh? Well,” she stepped forward, pulled off one of her gloves and held her hand out to him. “Let me try this again, hm? I’m Bessie Travidge. Folks call me ‘Mama.’ Supposing you can too, call me Mama.”

He sighed behind a tight-lipped smile. “A pleasure, Mrs. Travidge,” he shook her hand, his grip tight and firm. “I’m Alan Easterberg.”

“You’re the help,” she perked. “I know all about you, boy.”

He curled his lip and sneered. “Madam....” 

“Sorry, sorry,” she held her hands up. “Don’t mean to insult y’all.”

He grinned, showing his teeth in an irritated rictus. “How may I help you, Mrs. Travidge?”

“Oh, do call me Mama, will y’all?”

“How may I help you... Mama?” he repeated, the name dripping like venom from his lips.  “Anna isn’t home right now. She’ll be returning shortly if you’d like to wait inside.”

“Oh no,” her eyes widened. “I ain’t here to see Fair Sky.”

He cocked his head. “Then why are you here?”

“To talk to you, for sure.”

He blinked. “Me? What could you possibly want with me?”

She peered at him, then, her aspect morphing from one of blithe friendliness to a hard, stern facade. “I’m here to talk to you about your leavin’ this place. Quick like.”

“I assure you I have no intention of leaving, not yet at least,” he replied cooly. 

“Don’t matter your intention, boy....”

“Don’t call me boy....”

“Mm hmm,” she guffawed sardonically. “Don’t matter much your intention, sir,” she emphasized. “You’re leaving and quick like.”

“I assume, madam, that there is an ‘or else’ hanging at the end of that.”

She shrugged. “Maybe.”

He widened his stance and crossed his arms over his chest - mainly in an attempt to show dominance, but truthfully in an attempt to hide the damnable shaking of his hands. He pulled the brim of his hat down over his eyes, also a show of strength mixed with the desire to conceal the fear swimming in the blue. “And that ‘or else’ is?”

“Or else I tell them where you are.”

“Tell them where I am,” he repeated slowly, as if trying to decipher the ramblings of a maddened child. “Tell whom?”

She chuckled, lifted one hand, and with the other, she ticked off her fingers. “Well, the police for starters, then the CIA, FBI, Interpol, and some fellas from the Swedish Secret Service what came round to my office last week.”

His heart was a caged lion. It pulsed and strained and pounded against his chest. His mind went cold and he seemed to have lost his stomach altogether. Yet, he fought hard not to show any of his discomfiture. Fought to keep his mask firmly in place, but time and emotional trauma and lack of practice made it fragile, paper thin, full of deep fissures. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said clearly. “There’s no reason any of those people would be looking for me.”

“Because you’re just a carpenter, ain’t that right?”

“That is correct,” he averred. “I think you must have me confused with someone else.”

“Does the name Rufus Valentine ring any bells with you?”

Crack.

He swallowed hard, struggling to keep his jaw from clenching, his eyes from watering. “No,” he lied. 

“How about Isak Pettersen?”

Crack.

He blinked. “No.”

“Ansgar Martinsson?”

Jesus Christ, he thought. She knows. She fucking knows.

“I’m afraid I have no idea who that is.”

“Well,” she smiled, serpent-like. She paced in front of him, back and forth over the short width of the gravel walkway. “He is a very important fella, he is. The CEO of some big international company, got his sticky fingers in projects in just about every country on this planet.”

“What does that have to ---”

“Quiet now, boy,” she barked. “Just hush yourself for a spell and listen to me.” 

His nose flared and his eyes hardened, but he stayed, he listened. There was nowhere for him to go, regardless. “Go on.”

“Turns out,” she continued, “he up and disappeared ‘bout a year or so ago. Left New York City one morning, and ain’t been heard of since. Folks have been looking up and down for him, and nothin.’ They want him back, you see. Guess he’s, how’d they say it? He’s vital to ongoing government operations or something like that. What’s more he’s wanted for assault, they say. Somethin’ about tearing up some bar in Pennsylvania and threatening this Valentine fella with a gun. Should I go on?”

He remained silent. 

“See, and they’re gettin’ real close to finding him, they say. He was good, real talented at slippin’ away, at hiding. Didn’t leave much of a trail. But the FBI, they’re dang good at what they do too.”

Shatter.

“Apparently they are,” he said. He knew full well that to say as such constituted an uncontrovertable admission. He sighed and fluttered his eyes with deep-seated annoyance. “So, what do you want?”

“Told y’all. I want you gone,” she demanded. “Pack up your shit, get in that rust bucket Bronco of yours and high tail it out of here. And don’t come back.”

“Why don’t you just turn me in? Just tell them who I am and where I am?”

“’Cause I don’t want no trouble.”

He cocked his head, squinting. “For Anna?”

“No, for my family. I don’t give a rat’s ass about that injun bitch,” she spat. “I don’t want the Travidge name dragged through whatever mud you’ve been wallowing in. If they ask me, I’ll deny ever knowing what I know or ever seeing y’all. I’ll deny we had this conversation, but you gotta skedaddle. Now.”

He nodded slowly, understanding. “What if I refuse?”

“My boys are out by the car,” she indicated with a lift of her chin. “Brian’s been itchin’ to have at y’all again after the beatin’ you gave him this summer. He ain’t drunk now, and that’s all I’ll say about that.”

“And if I don’t leave, how will you turn me in without, as you say, dragging your family through the mud?”

“The FBI loves an anonymous tip, don’t it?” She tapped the side of her nose and winked. “Easy as pie.”

He licked his lips. “I see. What about Anna?”

“What about her?” 

He closed his eyes in thought. The last thing he wanted was for this woman... this Mama... to know that he and Anna had been intimate, that they’d forged some semblance of a relationship, that maybe, just maybe, he was falling for her. “Nothing,” he clipped, shaking his head. “Nothing at all.”

“So I guess you’ve got a choice don’t y’all? You can either leave, disappear again, and get home to Sweden on your own terms -- when you want, how you want -- or you can go by force, in custody, and under the watchful eye of the press. Your choice, Bucko.”

And later that night, he made his choice. And because of that choice he loathed himself even more, if that were possible.  Like Faye, he packed his bag, tossed it in the back of his car, and left. Left in the night. Left without discussion. Left without saying goodbye. He vanished from Anna’s home, her bed, and her life. 

But unlike Faye, at least he’d left a note. 

He wondered, as he turned his Bronco toward the Eastbound Highway 40 on-ramp, whether Faye had hurt as much, or had cried as hard as he did when she left him.