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Sam Wolfson at The Guardian:

A chill wind swept through Europe this summer. On the continent, far-right parties rose triumphantly in the EU elections, hoisted not just by the grumbles of older xenophobes but on the shoulders of young men. When news crews went out on the streets to train their cameras on these extremists in France, Germany, Finland and the Netherlands, they found no blackshirts, just barbershop trims and Zara chinos worn by young men, enthralled by dreams of ethnonationalism and a return to the values of the 1980s or the 1940s or some other period long before their birth. Then, in Britain this weekend, gangs of mostly young far-right men marauded through northern towns, attacking mosques and accommodation for asylum seekers. The nationalist right is rising once more on the tides of gelled-backed hair and Nike swooshes.

A similar transformation could befall America in November. Until now, twentysomething voters were a thorn in Donald Trump’s side, opposing him robustly in previous elections and making their resistance corporeal as leaders in the Women’s March, Black Lives Matter protests and climate movement. Yet recent election polls suggest that while young women remain committed to the cause, there has been a tremulous withdrawal from young men. In 2016, 51% of young men identified with or leaned toward the Democratic party. By last year, it was down to 39%. Young men now favor Republican control of Congress and their support for Trump has grown since 2020. The Democratic strategist James Carville (he who told Bill Clinton “it’s the economy, stupid”) has been warning Democrats that the party’s eroding numbers among young men and young people of color are “horrifying”: “We’re not shedding them; they’re leaving in droves.”

Of course, many of these fears were emerging when Joe Biden, an octogenarian white man, was still the presumptive Democratic nominee. But while early polling suggests that overall, gen Z is excited by Kamala Harris’s likely nomination, she hasn’t made much impact on gen Z men. Research by the Young Men Research Initiative (YMRI), a group set up in recent months to observe this unexpected drift, shows that men aged 18-29 are split 32% for Harris and 33% for Donald Trump, with Robert F Kennedy Jr taking 15%. This is an almost identical split to when Biden was the frontrunner. Young men used to vote more like young people: left. Now they might start voting like men: right. What changed?

Some pollsters believe we are witnessing a new politics of resentment – that young men feel #MeToo has gone too far, that feminism has left them behind, and that they can only see a home for themselves in a testosterone-fuelled Republican party.

Others – including Richard Reeves, head of the recently founded and influential American Institute for Boys and Men – say this isn’t a cultural issue. While a small, loud minority of men might have become more extreme in their views on feminism, most are responding to other economic and social factors that have meant they have lagged behind women for some time. Young men statistically are more depressed, financially worse off and less educated than young women, and looking for electoral answers. “This is less about young men being pulled towards the right than it is about them being pushed away from the left,” Reeves says. Blue-collar workers, Hispanic voters in Florida, white married women: Democrats have blundered before in assuming they had certain demographics locked up only to find they had taken them for granted. Unless the party can work out why it’s losing young men and how to win them back, Democrats may wake up to a cold new dawn in November, as Europe did in June.

‘A very scary time’: the politics of resentment

In 2018, a gaggle of the White House press corps asked Trump for his opinion on the allegations that Brett Kavanaugh, his nominee for the supreme court, had sexually assaulted Christine Blasey Ford when she was 15 years old. Trump, almost drowned out by the whirring blades of Marine One, could only offer superlatives in response. “High quality”, “top student”, “a great judge”. The reporters sounded desperate: what does it say to boys that someone facing such a serious accusation is still being considered for the supreme court? “Well, I say it’s a very scary time for young men in America,” Trump replied. “You could be somebody that was perfect your entire life and somebody could accuse you of something … and you’re automatically guilty.” Trump had dismissed his own boasts of sexual assault as “locker room talk” during his 2016 campaign, but now he was making his pitch directly to the locker room. Having harnessed the racial resentment of white voters who felt society had become too diverse, could he do the same with young men who felt society had become too feminized?

[...] Armed with this sort of feedback, it seems Trump has been heavily courting the young, resentful male vote. He has attended Ultimate Fighting Championship bouts until the early hours, walking out to Kid Rock’s American Badass. He has lately worked hard to position himself as the crypto candidate and is heavily promoting himself on TikTok. When Kid Rock, Hulk Hogan and Dana White, CEO of UFC, introduced him at the Republican convention, Kid Rock screamed at everyone to put their fists in the air and shout “fight!” as Trump had done after the attempt on his life. Trump even attended a sneaker conference to launch his own golden hi-tops. There are millions of progressive young men who won’t be interested in his proposition. LGBTQ+ men, for example, remain solidly progressive, as do young Asian American voters. But for others, Cox says Trump’s effort could work. “Logan Paul just had Trump on his show. He’s got over 7 million followers. Some young men who are not very political might say, ‘Oh, hey, you know, Trump showing up, he’s talking, he’s engaging. I kind of like this.’”

Why are young men moving rightwards in recent years? This Guardian article highlights the role of male resentment and entitlement over their perceived loss in social standing, especially in the #MeToo era.

The increase of testosterone-oriented culture in the UFC and MMA is also helping fuel these trends.

Read the full story at The Guardian.

#2024 Elections #2024 Presidential Election #Men #Donald Trump #Kamala Harris #Gender Gap #Masculinity #Nationalism #Feminism #MeToo #Depression #Male Entitlement #Male Privilege #Tucker Carlson #Brett Kavanaugh #Andrew Tate #Culture Wars

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dum1s-writings · 2 years

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Heya! I come from that-kid-fromtheplayground's blog! They reblogged your post and I thought It was pretty neat!

Um, If it's not much trouble then could I maybe get headcanons for being Alejandro's (tdwt) sibiling and being as hot as him and driving all the boys crazy just like he does with the girls but reader liking and flirting the most with Cody? Idk if I explained myself well lol /cries

[please, if you could maybe do the reader also protecting Cody from Sierra by putting her on her place? That girl creeps me out and also terrifies Cody and he's my fav character so... 💀]

Oh dear anon. Of course. Though I hope using gender neutral terms is okay. It's just what I work better with.

Info:

Reader is the younger sibling to Alejandro, so they'll have the same genetics. (

Reader is implied to look slightly more feminine than their brothers.

Any Spanish used will come from Google translate...I'm sorry.

I've decided the team Reader is on will be The Amazons, better for Cody and Sierra interactions.

Relationships: Platonic!Reader x Alejandro, OneSidedTDWTboys x Reader, Implied!Cody x Reader, Sierra vs Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Warnings: Swearing, Manipulation from Reader, obsessive behavior from Sierra, terribly translated Spanish, only Alejandro being able to understand Reader and vice versa, Chris McLean

The World Tour contestants thought Alejandro and Sierra were the last surprises. But that changed when the young Spanish boy helped someone else out of the bus. They weren't super tall, just about 5'6" or so. They also looked surprisingly similar to Alejandro.

They had the same brown skin and dark brown hair, not nearly as long as Alejandro's. When they got closer to the contestants it was then the others noticed the lighter green eyes.

"This," Alejandro spoke up and pulled the shorter teen closer "is my youngest sibling, -Y/N-."

"Hola¹." Their voice was soft, but just as alluring as their older brother's. "I hope we can become good friends, even while competing against each other." -Y/N- smiled at the others and gave a particularly long look to Cody.

That was the beginning of the end.

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It was an off day for filming. Slow and easy flying for the cast and crew. Team Amazon was in first class, enjoying the luxuries of winning. -Y/N- wasn't with their team, rather they were in economy. They claimed they wanted to see their brother but that went out the window fast.

The younger Burromuetro did talk to Alejandro for a bit. They quickly started talking to some of the other guys though. Especially since their brother was talking to the girls. They both had the same idea and plan going on, being siblings and all.

"So then what'd you do next, Tyler?" -Y/N- was sitting close by the (mediocre) high school athlete. The brunette teen flushed.

"Well then I pushed past some of the guys and-"

"Hey. Time for bed." An intern walked to the teens. "Chris's orders. -Y/N- head back to first class, please." The Spanish teen pouted for a moment but nodded and got up.

"I hope you'll finish the story later, Ty." -Y/N- leaned down and hugged the boy.

"Y-yeah, of course." The athletic boy agreed and hugged the other contestant back. This got a smile from the Spanish contestants.

When the lone Amazon walked back to first class they heard a happy shout of their name. Looking over they saw Cody. He was waving them over, happily but frantically. The teen happily bounded over.

-Y/N- quickly hugged their brother "Buenos noches, hermano²~". Alejandro hugged them back, also saying goodnight. "Buenos noches, tontos crédulos³~". They waved to the others, the boys waved back.

"Cody, mi hermosa florcita⁴." -Y/N- sat by the shorter Amazon member. Completely ignoring the very obvious glares coming from behind them somewhere. "Are you doing okay?"

"Uh I'll just say," Cody started off, looked to the side real quick and leaned into -Y/N- "being around you makes me feel safe." He finished off with a whisper. This caught the green eyed teen's attention.

"Well, Cody," -Y/N- pulled the boy as close to them as possible "I'll stay with you all night~" Cody's face got very very warm and very very red. Yeah he's had fans before, Total Drama and his boy band, but never has someone so pretty willingly doted on him....without it being Sierra and her creepy habits.

"Thank-" the boy's voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Thank you, -Y/N-. I really appreciate it."

"Anything for mi hermosa florcita⁴~" Cody moved a bit closer to his teammate. From somewhere behind them Sierra nearly ripped into her pillow with how tight her grip was. She did end up ripping into it when the Spanish contestant ended up running their fingers through HER Cody's hair.

The late night hours seemed to fly by. Soon an intern started waking up the contestants. Breakfast was served and eaten, Cody was sticking by -Y/N-'s side. Sierra didn't do that great of a job hiding her anger.

When the Amazons finished eating -Y/N- went to economy class. Cody tried to convince them otherwise but that was pointless. The Spanish contestant made their way to the other teams. Gotta keep the guys thinking they had a chance.

Sierra immediately took the opening and nearly tackled Cody. The day before he was allowed to sit with Gwen and Courtney. Then -Y/N- came back and took up her rightful spot by Cody. The purple haired girl took the opening immediately.

The Burromuetro siblings were talking. It was quiet and in Spanish. Most of the others assumed it was about their family and home life. What they wanted to do if they won the money.

Around lunch -Y/N- went back to their team. What they were greeted with was quite the sight. Most of the girls were eating a 5 star lunch on one side. Sierra was being Sierra and that got to the young Spanish contestant.

"HEY!!" -Y/N- shouted and got everyone's attention. "ACOSADOR LOCO⁵!!" They stomped over to Sierra, who had Cody trapped in her arms. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just eating lunch with Cody-kins." Sierra frowned and waved a hand dismissively. "No need to get so worked up over it." The girl held onto her victim teammate tighter, Cody was getting more visibly scared. "Can't I talk with my fellow Amazon?"

"When that teammate is Cody?" The Burromuetro crossed their arms, clearly more irritated. "No. You have NO self control when it concerns Cody." -Y/N- gestured to their trapped crush teammate. "He's absolutely terrified right now!"

"Now you pleito esperando a suceder⁶," the Spanish Amazon grabbed Cody and with all their strength pulled him away from Sierra "I recommend you keep away from mi hermosa florcita⁴."

Unknown to the mostly girl team Chris had heard drama happening and being Chris he ordered the crew to start recording. And ho-boy did he get the drama he was looking for. Sierra tried grabbing Cody while -Y/N- tried to keep him away from the stalker.

”Listen here you maldito psicópata delirante⁷," the Spanish teen was glaring at the tall girl "if you don't stop your mierda espeluznante⁸ I swear on my bisabuela's⁹ grave," -Y/N- grabbed the front of Sierra's top and got as in her face as they could "if I EVER see you bothering Cody again I WILL ruin your life."

"You can say goodbye to ALL your blogs. All your online followers. Your ENTIRE internet existence will be whipped out." Sierra was struggling to get her shirt free and when -Y/N- finally let go the girl nearly fell backwards. "I'll make sure of it personally." Sierra just nodded, actually kind of scared and wanting to avoid the Spanish contestant.

The younger Burromuetro grabbed Cody's hand, being careful to not squeeze it too hard, walked to a couple of seats further away from everyone and sat down. They ordered some food for themself and their shaken up teammate. The taller of the two placed their head on the other's shoulder.

"Let me know if that perra psicópata¹⁰ is bothering you okay, mi hermosa florcita⁴."

"Alright." Cody spoke quietly and held -Y/N- hand gently. "Thank you." In that moment the Burromuetro promised to themself they'd protect the shorter contestant.

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Hola¹ - Hello

Buenos noches, hermano² - Goodnight, brother

Buenos noches, tontos crédulos³ - Goodnight, gullible fools

mi hermosa florcita⁴ - my lovely little flower

ACOSADOR LOCO⁵ - YOU CRAZY STALKER

pleito esperando a suceder⁶ - lawsuit waiting to happen

maldito psicópata delirante⁷ - fucking delusional psychopath

mierda espeluznante⁸ - creepy bullshit

bisabuela's⁹ - great grandma

perra psicópata¹⁰ - psycho bitch

Hopefully this was what you had in mind.

#dum's rules #total drama world tour #total drama x reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn!reader

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evilasiangenius · 2 years

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Mad Max time! For your series Fortunae Plango Vulnera: 12, 22, 25. 😊

@fadagaski I am so sorry, it has been forever since this was asked. I didn't forget, I just didn't have the mental capacity to properly answer at the time. But I wanted to answer this properly, so apologies for length as well. Witness me!

12: Pick a scene and give writer's commentary on your thoughts.

I had a hard time picking a scene, so I asked @veeeeight what they would like to see, and they picked the scene in the prologue of Vulnera, where a young Nux sneaks out of bed to wander around the shops.

Vulnera was a strange project. It was written, edited, and posted completely within about a month's time. That particular summer had been very hot so I had trouble sleeping, and when that happens I end up passing the time by writing. The story was not plotted out in advance; I just followed where the characters took me, and they took me to interesting places. Most of the way through, I started writing Gloria too on the side, after getting some ideas while washing vegetables.

At this point in writing MM:FR stories, I was still wondering about how the War Boys filled their days in the Citadel, and tried to think through things like economy, scheduling, internal layout, etc. Thus, rest days for the War Rig crew, all sorts of mechanical things in the shops, and odd jobs for the War Pups. I actually learned quite a bit about cars and car parts while researching for this story, though not nearly as well as anyone who actually knows something about those things.

This Lancer's Workshop becomes a very important room in this story (and others): a few chapters later, this is where Nux and Slit hide out after Nux comes back from the dreaded meeting with Corpus Colossus, and has lost his precious hex key. Now that I think of it, for a public space, it's the setting of some very intimate and private scenes, such as the one here, where the Ace is training Furiosa in secret. I suppose if one were to think about it a bit more, this juxtaposition of private and public space in the War Boys' world is kind of a continuing theme, where privacy is very rare and the delineation between public and private spaces are almost nonexistent.

If I recall correctly, the key reason the Ace had such good advice on fighting for Furiosa was because he had been taught to fight by his older sister Frances. By the way, the names for the Ace (Alex) and his sister (Frances) were intentionally picked as gender neutral names. The idea was that Engineer societies, the descendants of professional middle class people that had evacuated the cities ages ago, were comparably more egalitarian and by tradition picked non-gender-specific names for their children, e.g. Capable.

Anyway, as a woman, even a strong one, Frances might not have had as much of an advantage fighting a man but for fighting strategically: keeping an eye out for environmental advantages. Certainly a younger and smaller Ace would not have been able to win against Frances but for wits and footwork. That, and if I recall correctly, many martial arts also place a heavy emphasis on footwork. It's this kind of quick thinking that makes Furiosa an impressive fighter in Fortuna.

By the way, I also want to mention here that I always thought the reason that Max sliced through Gastown War Boys like they were made of tissue paper was because even a Citadel Blood Bag ate better than a Gastown War Boy. Thus, why those War Boys were dressed more appropriately for cold weather; their rations were skimmed by the People Eater and so they were never going to be great fighters, underfed and underweight.

However if that is the case, why is that one War Boy that comes after Furiosa and stabs her so much more effective? I decided that was the Bullet Farmer's heir, who eventually was going to take over Gastown as well. Name? Bolt. Win mentions the name in Vincula while criticizing the names of the War Boys (intentional, as foreshadowing). If I hadn't written about it before, the idea was that the Citadel supplied all the War Boys for the other settlements as well, as a measure of control. The smaller ones went to Gastown; the People Eater preferred more War Boys but smaller ones that didn't need as much food. The Bullet Farmer in contrast had a smaller staff of select and quality fighters that were well-maintained.

Anyway, I think in some ways, the Ace thought of Furiosa as someone like the sister he had lost so many years ago. Besides that, he saw how hard working and clever she was, and a person like the Ace would not let talent like that go to waste just because of gender or size. Similarly, the Ace intentionally doesn't make Nux stop his morning wanderings, when he could have forced Nux to stop. I think this is also in part that sense of building opportunity, as Nux too shows a lot of potential. I recall thinking that the Ace did not want to punish Nux; he was intentionally stalling for time to come up with something that would preserve authority while at the same time allow Nux to continue his vigilante fixing, and thankfully Furiosa came up with something, out of sheer kindness to the pups.

More on food: later in the series when Capable is married to Immortan Joe in Euphoria, one of the Milking Mothers gives her advice: “Eat more or eat less; either way, there are ways to get out of his bed.” I never addressed this issue in depth but it is possible that Furiosa's lack of interest in food is related to the culture of the Immortan's Tower, which perhaps may hint at something like an eating disorder. That being said, I had always meant for that milking mother (Shams) to come back either in or post-Ekstasis. She is Coil's mother.

Now that I think of it, I should probably also throw in some commentary on Ekstasis, which I never finished. Here is a rough sketch of the rest of the story.

Over the course of Ekstasis, Furiosa would become very adept in learning about the details of trade, which is one of the Imperator's main duties, which we see glimpses of with the former Imperator Acosta. As a result, she would find out that the salt that had been traded to the Citadel came from the Vuvalini -- essentially, the military wing of the Many Mothers community. I believe my idea was that the Rock Riders were also originally part of the same military group but infighting when the community collapsed caused them to split and become rivals, where the Rock Riders controlled the pass but the Vuvalini controlled access to the salt.

When Furisoa was trafficked as a child, the slavers had gone around the mountain range to avoid that pass the Rock Riders controlled, so for a very long time she thought she had been taken far away from home. But tracing where the salt came from, she found out that the Green Place was not as far as she had thought it was. That knowledge would cause Furiosa to end up increasingly disaffected, to the point where she almost runs off with Coil on one occasion using the pretext of testing a new car -- Max's Interceptor that has been remodeled into the Razor Cola. But instead, they get trapped out in the Waste overnight. Not knowing that she is once again fertile, that night out on the Waste with Coil is the night that Glory was conceived. So for example, that moment in the movie where Furiosa and Max have their first hand-to-hand fight and he almost kills her, but for an image of Glory, about to be run down by the Citadel's forces…I like to think that this is the future he's seeing, and not the past. A future where his compliance with the Citadel's goals mean that he would be destroying Glory's life too via Furiosa.

At around the same time, Nux was going to start getting sick. He gradually starts losing weight, losing muscle, and wasting. This would cause Slit to act more erratically, especially in terms of his self-harm, and even start doing things like courting a Lancer, thinking he'll take over the Driver's seat sooner than later.

Morsov was going to get much closer to Stonker and over time their relationship would become sexual. But this would be a problem for Stonker -- the reason why Win was so incredibly protective of Stonker was because Stonker was ambiguously gendered. (IIRC there is a little detail here where the Prime Imperator was removed from the breeding pool because it was thought his genes were defective.) As a child this meant that Stonker looked enough like a boy to pass, but as Stonker had been born intersex, and Win did his best to prevent other War Boys from getting close to or courting Stonker. After Win's death, there was no one to protect Stonker in this way, especially since Win had never even told Coil, so after beginning a sexual relationship with Morsov, over time Stonker ends up pregnant. When this can't be hidden anymore, Stonker is taken to the Immortan's Tower where he meets Shams -- Coil's mother and is reunited with his own mother Kier.

However the outcome for Morsov is not as good. Once separated from Stonker, Morsov becomes despondent, knowing he'll never see Stonker again, and begins taking crazy risks that he never would have taken.

Meanwhile, as Angharad's pregnancy becomes more and more evident, the stakes are getting higher and higher.

Furiosa's plan for escape would have been to take some trainees onto the Waste and ditch them at Gastown, forbidding her usual crew to come along upon penalty of demotion. But the Ace, Coil, and Morsov come along anyway, against her orders. The Ace comes out of duty, Coil comes out of love, and Morsov out of self-destruction.

The end of Ekstasis would then lead us into the present day of the start of the movie. Tran and Dart get promoted to Imperators since they were the highest ranked War Boys remaining (and obeyed Furiosa). Coil is killed, the first one to be thrown from a car. Morsov dies in battle. The Ace is crippled in a fall…

22: Have readers ever misinterpreted anything from the fic or given it a new meaning that you didn't intend?

Probably? But then again, the author is dead, right? There are probably interpretations that I'd find questionable or outright unpleasant, but it's up to the reader at this point. That's one of the most interesting things about writing; the story has its own life once it's out there. In the process, some readers find themes and ideas that I never even considered while writing, but when I think about their analysis, it makes a lot of sense and I wish I had thought of it when I was writing! :D

25: Favorite thing about the fic - this is your permission to brag!

Besides doing what I hope is a pretty good job capturing voice and characterization, I like to think I made a very believable world. When I stopped writing this series (for various reasons), I was at a point where I had mostly figured out the economic interplay between the Wretched below and the Citadel above, something that had taken a lot of thought over some years to come up with. This is where the Wretched provide the human labor that runs all the electricity and water pumps in the towers, and the Citadel feeds and waters them. Of course, not everyone works all the time, but they run many shifts of people walking until they are nearly half-dead from walking. One subplot in Ekstasis that I was working toward was for Furiosa to win acclaim among the Wretched for wage reform, improving food and water rations and reducing lengths of shifts so that more people could eat and work.

I have a lot of fondness for this series and in some ways wish I could go back to finish it, including Gloria, which I have loosely sketched out (a War Boy revolt started by Bolt, and the Dag and the Ace hiding Glory in that little hidden room in the old warren that the Ace had hidden Morsov in). But some of the last stuff I wrote in Ekstasis was during a very bad time in my life and it's hard to want to face that again. Maybe someday?

#mmfr #mad max fury road #fury road #mad max #furiosa #writing #fortunae plango vulnera #a lot of things have happened since 2018 #many good and bad things but even good change can be stressful #i hope you are all doing well and i miss riding the fury road with you guys

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sublimeobservationarcade · 2 months

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Blame It On The Poor Immigrant

The conversation among my work crew is a fairly good reflection of the average discursive exchange happening around the nation at the moment, I reckon. Dressed as we are in high viz gear and steel capped boots ensconced in our work ute on the way to the site. Smoko ramps up with the news of the day and plenty of opinions. One of my erstwhile colleagues, a migrant from the old country, was voicing her support for those kicking up a stink in Britain. Blaming it on too many immigrants coming into the country and receiving special treatment to the detriment of those who really belong there. Blame it on the poor immigrant. Arnold Rasnick, Virginia-Pocahontas Coal Company by U.S. National Archives is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0

Revoking The Commonwealth

This is a popular theme here, there and everywhere, it seems. The cost of living and housing crises are biting a lot of working people on the bum at the moment. Blame it on the new arrivals is a perennial sentiment, especially when they have different coloured skin and look different. The thing about Britain is that for centuries the old empire was out and about taking stuff from lands abroad and enriching itself. Colonising places and imposing imperial rule upon their populations was their main game. Some of those coloured folk, their descendants anyway, have come to the United Kingdom to make it their home. Pakistani’s, West Indian’s, African’s and plenty from other spots too have settled in England. It might be convenient to have a very short memory but there are consequences to historical actions. Photo by Tima Miroshnichenko on Pexels.com

Righteous Racists Blaming People Of Colour

The race riots have been fuelled by misinformation and lies put about on social media by far right groups and racist individuals with large followings. Andrew Tate, Laurence Fox, Elon Musk and the other fascists pulling the strings. The horrendous stabbing murders of 3 girls and 8 others with knife wounds in Southport were immediately and falsely attributed to a Muslim refugee. In fact, this mentally ill young guy was born in Britain but was of the wrong coloured skin for many of these patriotic Brits online. Hundreds of angry righteous blokes have gone on a rampage attacking refugee centres and mosques around the country. The police have copped it in their attempts to defend innocent people and maintain law and order. This is not really about the murders of innocent kids; it is about venting rage and frustration for its own sake. There is a surfeit of violent passion being whipped up by social media and the culture wars happening right now. We are all being screwed by our economies and big business these days. Most folk don’t know who to take it out on and are being manipulated into blaming the state. The state has been sucked dry by private corporate interests called private equity under the banner of neoliberalism. Their political allies hide behind bullshit smoke screens like immigration, LGBTQI gender issues, and the anti-woke puppet show. Cowards and bullies like to punch down upon weaker victims like refugees and trans people, they hardly ever take on the real people who are stealing their lunch. Downward envy is encouraged by the authoritarian right wing parties and the Murdoch press. Divide and conquer by getting people to fight amongst themselves whilst the wealthy dance on our heads is the order of the day. “Nursing leaders have expressed their horror at racist violence across the UK, as two Filipino nurses have been among the targets of far-right rioters. Riots first broke out in Southport, Merseyside last Tuesday (30 July) after far-right agitators began a misinformation campaign on social media falsely claiming the perpetrator of a mass knife attack on a group of children in the town the previous day was a Muslim.” - (https://www.nursingtimes.net/news/leadership-news/filipino-nurses-attacked-as-nhs-community-condemns-racist-riots-05-08-2024/) Jeff Bezos by U.S. Air Force is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0 Identity Politics Playing You For A Fool Identity politics is smoke and mirrors, it is a scam perpetuated upon those who don’t bother to look into things. Here is a tip, much of the stuff that enrages you online is BS. It is purposely designed to provoke you and get you losing your shit and not thinking straight. Demonising gay and trans people, demonising immigrants and refugees, these are not the people getting rich at your expense. Wake up sunshine! Dig a little deeper and don’t believe everything you read online. There are people like Rupert Murdoch making money out of your rage. There are people in Russia misinforming you for their own nefarious designs. There are populists wanting power who are promising you they will make it all better – they won’t. Maybe spend a little less time in the gym and try exercising your brain instead. Ask yourself the question – who benefits? This is the key to every investigation. You know if they kicked out every migrant and every gay person you would still have the same problems. It is a scam. These poor people are not taking your piece of the pie. It is the billionaires and their underlings gobbling up the pie at your expense. It is always the same old story, nothing ever changes. Robert Sudha Hamilton is the author of America Matters: Pre-apocalyptic Posts & Essays in the Shadow of Trump. ©MidasWord Photo by Kelly on Pexels.com Read the full article

#Britain #costoflivingcrisis #immigration #migrants #raceriots #racism #refugees #Southport #stabbing #UK

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existotherwise · 2 months

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Wednesday, July 17, 2024 6:54pm

I promise I'm not being dramatic. I don't think anyone really cares for me, or maybe I haven't allowed them to really love me other than in person or over the phone, and any admiration I had stirred years ago, when I was more active, has dried up due to an infrequent presence online.

I'm at one of the worst places in my life thus far, and almost everyone I've developed attachment to over the years has frankly disposed of me, as in factual evidence and not a flare of drama.

I could sit staring at the walls and letting my time blindness unfold into the infinite void of the present, but I try to only feel the ocean waves pummeling my corporeal spirit when consented.

Since top surgery, I've felt more myself than ever before. I took time away in the woods over the winter to allow myself to fully embrace my new range of embodiment. I felt more myself when I was living alone for 4 months in a cabin on a hill in the forest than I do when I must interact with people within hierarchical resource economies for support.

There seems to be some very hidden very subconcious difference in the way that people with resources see me vs. the way that I see myself and how I value my offerings to them. It's as if I believe I am worthy, and they do not. As each domino falls however, I become more desperate... reinforcing a disillusioned banishment from cisgender society.

The base of this alternate reality is a predisposition to being "fully self sufficient" (as one of my friends, an elderly southern aristocratic cis gay man has told me bluntly). Allyship only goes so far to say: "If you can't provide for yourself the same way that I can, than I'm passing the buck to the next person down your already limited list of contacts that believe your reality is more than likely plausible."

Haven't they ever heard of the bystander effect? If Kitty Genovese got a chance to become elderly, she'd puke in disgust, but alas... she lies in dust in Lakeview Cemetary.

So, I'm arriving at a point of legacy-building....

One of my dearest trans friends died in 2018 in the ocean, drown to death, didn't know how to swim and got caught in a rip current. They were one of the brightest lights I still to this day have ever experienced. I went to the memorial. I went to the funeral. The loss of vitality of trans people happens more frequently to suicide or violence, but nevertheless Mother Nature scooped them up and the loss was felt heavily on me and the other trans people in our crew.

I'm haunted by not knowing how to advise a grieving mother on how to gender her baby correctly when the casket is open and the heart wound fresh. They were not gender in the way they wanted to be remembered, but what haunts me more is there is only a small trace of their legacy accessible to the public.

Their art hasn't been archived like Francesca Woodman's or Jimmy DeSana's. Their family did not start an estate, nor did I make them privy to my friend's last words to me ("I have so much more new shit I'm excited to share with you.").

This is the crux of my soul-death -- If I do not leave this realm with everything already archived and in order for someone to find... If I do not entrust my archive, my storage unit, my computer, account, hard drive passwords with someone who understands me and knows how hard I worked at this shit, knows how I felt intimately about my practice... then nothing was worth it. I'm just a spring cleaning away from the record of my creative mind decaying next to fast fashion in a landfill.

And in this same sentiment, I've recently felt like my present existence [this bodybag that doesn't have a job, can't pay rent, and is barely eating] is ultimately devalued by anyone I have ever felt like I'd write down as my Executor in my "After I'm Gone Organizer" (I neurotically impulse-bought a few months ago when all of this started) or trust with signing over my Google account to or given a spare key to my storage unit.

The only things that keep me going are Archive Fever, my kitten, the motto my dad signs ["I'm Still Standing Ya Ya Ya" (Elton John)] and surrounds with stickers on his letters to me, the discourse on suicide from Heathers (1988), and "Don't Try Suicide" by Queen.

[Pray for us]

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Week 7 - Are those beauties realistic?

The lecture this week covered the topic of micro-celebrity practices on social media in contemporary times, detailing the process of monetization through visibility labour and the phenomenon of pornification that shapes the aesthetic templates adopted by many users, often reinforced by platform algorithms. Additionally, it explored how the heightened visibility of these aesthetic templates can contribute to concerns regarding body image.

How attention is monetised

According to Drenten et al. (2019, p. 42), the ability to monetise relies on the attention garnered by digital content. In the "attention economy," attention is a scarce and valuable resource that functions as a form of capital since once attention is measured, it can be marketised and financed (Drenten et al., 2019, p. 42). This has led to the emergence of "influencer commerce," where individuals create digital content to attract attention from a following on social media, often incorporating commodities into their everyday lives, and thus, influencer marketing on social media has become a multi-billion-dollar industry, with influencers predominantly being women who set cultural scripts adopted by everyday social media users, particularly on platforms like Instagram as depicted by Drenten et. al (2019, p. 42).

The problematic side of the influencers industry

Drenten et al. (2019, p. 42) noted that influencer marketing in the attention economy significantly reinforces conforming to heteronormative standards of attractiveness and femininity, often through sexualised self-presentation on social media. This aligns with the concept of "porn chic," where mainstream culture incorporates aesthetics from pornography (Drenten et al., 2019, p. 42). Ultimately, influencers aim to attract attention, gain likes and increase monetisation potential, with adherence to these norms being valued and attention-grabbing.

Some examples of those heteronormative standards in both masculinity, as Terry Crews, a sports player who is considered to work in a testosterone-fuelled environment, and femininity, as Kylie Jenner, who was described to have ideal beauty with exaggerated curves to their noticeably plumped lips below (Rix-Standing, 2018; Senft, 2013).

By continuously reinforcing the particular templates of beauty, for example, the template of Kylie Jenner as a perfect beauty standard for feminity, those templates would likely become a mainstream criterion of beauty that women "should" orient to. However, it could lead to a body image crisis relating to the unrealistic standards backed by the inequality in the way platforms’ algorithms choose what is to visible and what is not. According to Duffy and Meisner (2022), people of marginalised groups such as ones with queer identities or with ethnic identities would likely receive both formal and informal punishments from TikTok. As a result, there is evidently a bias toward what is normative and mainstream as well as excluding what is beyond it would directly lead to a crisis of body image for users who cannot adopt or are not naturally born with mainstream identities, including their appearance.

In summary, the rise of micro-celebrity culture on social media, driven by the attention economy and platform algorithms, has reshaped influencer marketing. While this has led to the monetisation of online personas and the establishment of cultural norms, it also raises concerns about body image. The normalisation of heteronormative ideals perpetuated by influencers can exacerbate insecurities and marginalise non-conforming individuals. As we engage with digital platforms, it's essential to critically assess their impact on societal perceptions of beauty and identity.

References

Drenten, J., Gurrieri, L., & Tyler, M. (2019). Sexualized labour in digital culture: Instagram influencers, porn chic and the monetization of attention. Gender, Work & Organization, 27(1). https://doi.org/10.1111/gwao.12354

Duffy, B. E., & Meisner, C. (2022). Platform governance at the margins: Social media creators’ experiences with algorithmic (in)visibility. Media, Culture & Society, 45(2), 016344372211119. https://doi.org/10.1177/01634437221111923

Lang, C. (2023, July 28). Even the Kardashians Can’t Keep Up With Their Beauty Ideals. Time. https://time.com/6298911/kardashians-kylie-jenner-boob-job-beauty-standards/

Rix-Standing, L. (2018, November 19). Six male celebrities changing the conversation around masculinity. The Independent. https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/international-mens-day-2018-masculinity-mental-health-prince-harry-daniel-craig-dwayne-johnson-a8641256.htmlSenft, T. (2013). Microcelebrity and the Branded Self. In A Companion to New Media Dynamics. Chicester : Wiley.

#mda20009 #body image crisis #beauty template #micro celebrity

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A Tale of Seashells and Shenanigans - Alex Nonymous

Read: November 14th 2023 - November 16th 2023

Rating: 5/5

Rep: disabled (chronic pain, cane user) ace non-binary main character, autistic aroace love interest, queer side characters, disabled (amputee) achillean side character

CW (listed in back of book): ableism, negative self talk about queerness, negative self talk about disability, non-malicious mispronouning, very brief mention of suicidal ideation, discussed transphobia, lashing out, autistic meltdown, gender dysphoria, discussed unsafe binding, swearing

Review:

Something Alex is incredibly skilled at, and this is something I’ve noticed across many of his books, is that she takes two characters whose initial opinions of each other are so terrible (and often for very good reasons) that I’m left wondering how on earth they could possibly get to a point where they can tolerate each other, let alone love each other, and then they show me the progression of the characters’ relationship, and does it so well that I’m left just completely convinced of it. Enemies-to-lovers (and variations thereupon) are so, SO hard to get right, and it’s so easy for the characters to go from A to B in what seems like an instant to the reader, but Alex Never Does This. The relationships in Alex’s books always, always feel earned, and this one is no exception.

Especially as the initial dislike Nico has for Tillie partly stems from totally justified outrage at being dragged on a quest and partly from them being Deeply Uncomfortable at the mirror Tillie is turning out to be. Watching Nico having to come to terms with the latter part of this while very gradually forgiving the former part of this was so fun!

I did not go into this expecting there to be a queer and/or disabled pirate crew captained by someone whose ex captains a rival pirate crew which occasionally gets into skirmishes with his own, but I was delighted by everything about that subplot.

As a genderqueer person who goes by a shortened version of their og name among friends and online but still uses their longer og name in professional settings and with coworkers, Yeah. I think this is the first time I’ve come across a non-binary character with this relationship to their og name. Some people have deadnames, and some people have Formal names, and it was neat to see a depiction of the latter!

I cannot emphasise enough how healing the core relationship of this book was to read about. As Nico grows to like Tillie and enjoy spending time with her, they develop a crush on Tillie. Tillie, as it turns out, is aroace, and so cannot reciprocate Nico’s romantic feelings. Since I started reviewing books I have read two separate books in which the main character falls for someone who’s aro, gets cruelly rejected as a result, and it’s this big deal that hugely impacts the book and even becomes the tragic-backstory emotional crux of the story, because how dare the aro person be aro??? Alex looked at that situation and went: No thanks! If you care about someone, you’re not gonna be cruel when telling them you don’t reciprocate their feelings, whether you're aro or not. If you care about someone, you’re not gonna act like them not reciprocating your feelings is some great tragedy, whether they’re aro or not. Nico and Tillie care about each other. Maybe it’s the arospec in me, but even if you do feel romantically attracted to someone, it’s seriously not the end of the world if you never do anything about it. You can still enjoy having those feelings while also getting to have that person in your life as your friend! Speaking from experience here, I promise it’ll be okay! This book is a love story, but not a romantic one, and while Nico says at one point they think they might have bit of a crush on Tillie forever, the relationship between Nico and Tillie is not a romantic one because Tillie is aroace and that is respected and guess what!!! The world didn’t end!!!!!

The sea having a concept of the economy and refusing to do anything to disrupt it is very funny to me for some reason kjdhsfkg

Also Alex if you ever do want to write a follow up about the other members of The House, 👀

#review #book review #a tale of seashells and shenanigans #alex nonymous #books #booklr

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What’s Life Like, Bleeding on the Floor?

character: vampire spike spiegel

content warnings: nsfw; overstimulation and a slight breeding kink. dom spike, vampiric blood loss and related injuries. power imbalance, with a bit of dubious consent. discrimination…towards vampires (politics™)

reader: afab, but gender neutral

notes: you know that goofy halloween image, with the crew all dressed up in their costumes, and spike deciding to be a vampire? yeah.

also on ao3!!

Of course you were his own personal blood bank, spirited away aboard the ship and usually found in his room, where the act in question was commonly preformed. It didn’t hurt—not all that much anyway—but then, the bite was meant to quickly enact a sense of pleasure, to ensure a proper feeding. Not only was the liquid obtained, but the life essence as well; rejuvenating the vampire involved, and leaving you with little to low energy—hence your habitual place in his quarters, curled up warm in his bunk. Traditionally, this was used as a means to subdue the prey, but times have changed, and vampirism has become more accepted in the public eye; so this was nothing more than an unfortunate side effect to many who partook in that type of meal.

And while his kind were no longer legally persecuted for simply existing, it didn’t mean he felt entirely comfortable living in modern society as it was. That’s where you came in. Feeding from the source directly is now heavily frowned upon, safer and more easier ways coming into fruition with the times, but Spike didn’t care. He had you, and your agreement was simple enough: give him your body, however many times he craved it, and room and board were free.

In this economy? Given how hard it was to survive just being human, you were rather quick to take him up on his offer. What’s a little blood loss every once in a while?

And when he sunk his teeth into your beating pulse, you found it hard to complain. Especially when he made you feel like that, high from the euphoria; and afterwards, after he’s drunk his fill and tongued your neck better, the rush of adrenaline coursing through him usually manifested itself in certain ways. Most frequently—and, admittedly, your favorite—it ended with his dick inside of you, chasing a release with the frantic roll of his hips. Added that, the previous pleasure still clouding your mind, and your energy all but depleted, you welcomed him to the hilt, moaning his name as you gave him all of you, exactly like you promised.

And when he came, you already having spent yourself several times over, writhing and crying underneath him, he did it inside, filling you up and leaving it there, still buried deep. And he wished, to himself, that a vampire could fill a human up with something else, too.

Another reason why you preferred to stay in his room rather than out on the ship proper—it was sort of awkward, for you. Your relationship with Spike was a bit…unconventional, to say the least; and you often found it difficult being around the lone other member of Bebop: the captain himself. Your status there nearly always brought up in one way or another, casually or otherwise, during conversation.

Jet was polite with you, of course. He treated you fairly, and often asked if you were doing okay, or acquired after anything you might have needed or wanted. Your agreement with the resident vampire included him too, partially; after all, it was his ship that you were practically freeloading on, masquerading as a source of food for his partner. But human food emptied the pockets at a slower rate, compared to purchasing the supplies necessary for Spike’s continued survival—and why was it, that vampires were no longer seen as a threat to society, but to live as one inherently costs so much more?—so he didn’t have much of a reason not to let you stay, as long as he could continue the life he currently had.

His stance on Spike, however, was firm; he would step in, if things got too out of hand—if Spike habitually took too much, or if you decided you were uncomfortable with the situation, even a tiny bit. You knew Jet would drop you off at the next planet, had things seemed out of place, away from Spike and the small confines of the ship. It was no secret, the three of you knew, obvious, that there was no way you could fight off a vampire—much less Spike himself—had he decided that what you were willing to give was not enough.

But you didn’t feel that way. Content and within agreement to your spoken contract, life like that went on.

He fed from you several times a week. Typically, in modern society, a vampire only has to feed once every seven days, and even then it’s usually not so much—roughly about a pint, or so. But you wouldn’t call Spike’s indulgence feeding, exactly—it was more akin to snacking. After a rather strenuous workout, or after cashing in a bounty. When he was bored, or in a particularly good mood. The chaser for a drink, or just a simple treat throughout the day. And it’s not like he took a pint every time—a nibble here, just a drop there, knowing full well that you were not a limitless supply.

Still, somedays you felt lightheaded, and others fatigued. On the days when it became too hard to ignore, and Spike hungry still, you often found yourself placating the other desire that often sung just beneath his skin. He had a hard time differentiating between the two, you came to realize, even when he knew this about himself already. You used this to your advantage, quite frequently.

It still left you a mess against the sheets. He could go for hours, like that, rocking in and out, fixated on one pressing thing.

Even so, when he had a proper meal, fangs buried deep and taking exactly how much he wanted, his dick wasn’t so far behind. But, again, you liked that about your sessions—about him, unrestrained with his inhibitions chucked away at the simple sight of you. And when he showed you his teeth, all bloodied and bare, the two most noticeable glinting in the low light—you thought then, if he were to devour you whole, that you wouldn’t complain too much at all.

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º . ♔ ⸻ the capital of king’s landing welcomes GWYNESSE of HOUSE ( s ) LANNISTER ( by marriage ) & GOODBROTHER ( by birth ), the LADY of LANNISPORT. the THIRTY year old CISWOMAN is reputed to be ENTERPRISING and MELLIFLUOUS, but with the eyes of court watching their every move, they might turn out to be IMPERIOUS and DESENSITIZED. when songs are sung, their verses speak of THE TIDE VICIOUSLY BREAKING AGAINST THE SAND AND SPLASHING AGAINST THE WALL, A NEVER ENDING, ALL TOO FAMILIAR CALLING ; “WHAT IF I TOLD YOU I’M SPLIT IN HALF? WHAT IF I TOLD YOU: I’M THE KNIFE?” ; PENELOPE, THE QUEEN OF ITHACA, PATIENTLY TENDING TO THE WEAVING OF A SHROUD AND OF A FUTURE OF HER OWN DESIGN. whispers throughout the seven kingdoms claim that their allegiance lies with HOUSE LANNISTER OF LANNISPORT / HERSELF, where they conspire to GET RID OF THE SQUABBLES ON HER SHIPYARD AND INSTAL HER HUSBAND AS RULING LORD. but in the end fealty means little when you play the game of thrones.

full name : gwynnesse lannister, née goodbrother. alias / nickname : gwyn, ness, senne, the gilded siren. age : thirty. gender and pronouns : ciswoman and she / her. orientation : demisexual demiromantic. occupation : lady consort of lannisport ( as wife of the lord heir ), secretly acting regent of lannisport. faceclaim : naomi battrick.

date of birth : first month of the year of 270. parents : gorold goodbrother & eydis farwynd. siblings : eleven sisters ( two older, nine younger ) and three brothers ( all older ). significant other : tba lannister, lord heir of lannisport. offspring : at least five children. she does not always remember their names. religious affiliation : the faith of the seven ( public; converted by marriage ), the drowned god ( by birth ).

inspirations : eleanor guthrie ( black sails ), jocelyn castell ( jamestown ), penelope of ithaca ( odyssey ), cersei lannister ( asoiaf ), ariel ( the little mermaid ), georgia ( ginny & georgia ), isabella the she wolf of france ( history + knightfall ), livia drusilla ( domina ), emma of normandy ( history + vikings valhalla ), nurbanu sultan ( magnificent century + history ), caroline collingwood and marcia roy ( succession ).

application ; full statistics ; tdlr and connections below the cut.

trigger warning for : toxicity ( both for her #girlboss gaslight gatekeep ways and for her actually poisoning her father in law oop. )

as the third born daughter, it seems all that she could be has already been taken by either gael ( begrudgingly, the childrearing ) or gyda ( their mother’s old chainmaille ) — straining for individuality or selfishness ( one and the same, at times, but who cares ), young gwyn would attempt to reach out for father instead, an endeavor that while others ( most of the other goodbrother girls ) would fail, she would succeed. before the rebellion made him harder, and even afterwards, she took prize in being one of the few to pry a smile out of him, and, most of all, she enjoyed accompanying him to the family mines, learning of the ores and the business and economy, while taking home whatever shiny little rock she could.

although she trained with the sword, as well as the needle ( her mother had, after all, been a notorious shieldmaiden and now she was a loyal wife who had given her lord fifteen children ), gwynesse preferred the former, if only because being a lady paired up well with what she was truly good at : cunning.

still, once she was sixteen, she asked to take a part of a crew that would travel to essos. although she cared nothing for physical exertion activities, she greatly enjoyed the trip — it made her realize that the iron islands were nothing compared to the world and, perhaps, she would rather be elsewhere. somewhere better, greater.

the realization of her wish was a double edged sword: while she did manage to go somewhere greater, she almost died ( or actually died, and was brought back to life by the drowned god who wished to set her to greatness, in her own mind ) when the ship wrecked, and she washed around westerland waters. she was rescued by the heir to lannisport, who took a liking to her and took her to his home to be cared for. there, fearing she would be killed or worse for being an ironborn, she pretended to be amnesiac and was allowed to remain at the castle out of courtesy.

during that time, she effectively managed to make the lord heir fall for her ( and if she fell for him too, it was, then, a sweet consequence ). once she fell with child, she arranged so her brothers would come retrieve her — the shot gun of sorts wedding was a good enough deal, for she did bring a big dowry, even if her father - in - law ( and possibly her husband, though he was easier to bend ) was not very pleased with having an ironborn for a daughter.

within two years after that, her husband was called to lead a part of the lannister fleet, and gwynesse remained at lannisport, bregundigly bearing babies and facing scrutiny from the westerlanders who thought of her as too foreign to be trusted — a sentiment her father - in - law shared, refusing to allow her in and aid him with anything of importance, much to her distaste. at some point, she begins poisoning him with lead ( something that has no taste, no smell and that slowly can drive one to madness and several other unpleasant physical ailments ), which leads him to become more dependent on her and, of course, she takes advantage of that to help him rule lannisport.

currently, it’s been over ten years since the poisoning started, and if anyone points at her, gwynesse is offended and can easily begin tearing up if necessary, even offering to take on his food and drink if they are so suspicious. her husband defends her, likely unbeknownst, something she is glad for. gwynesse has no qualms in engaging in falsity, and even takes enjoyment of that, of this power.

her father - in - law is greatly debilitated, of course, and she is, for all purposes, mistress and ruler of lannisport, a duty she does not take lightly and tries her best to always stay on top, either that be to know who comes into town, what goods arrive and of the deals happening in it — it is an understatement to say she is controlling, and likes things her way. while some may frown at such power being granted to an ironborn, most have come to terms that she is as westerlander as one can be, proved by her loyalty to lannisport and to the many children she has birthed and raises under the light of the seven.

truthfully, she does not feel westerlander — but also she no longer feels ironborn. this is not a sentiment that disturbs her much, however, for she is content with her position and very busy occupation, but she is growing more bothered by the day by the ironborn growing bolder around the westerlands coast and how that may disturb her security in her role. besides mother, wife, ruler, daughter, sister, she is now being pushed to be a diplomat, a position that may be all too suited to her silver tongued ways, but that she is less pleased to juggle, as it may jeopardize all that she prizes and worked so hard to build.

i’d love more goodbrothers, particularly geirdis, her twin sister ( annie has put the wc on the main with all the information but i’m glad to help out with more ideas if needed ). the goodbrothers are often around lannisport, either for business or for familial affection.

the friendship is not entirely stretched to the other ironborn, but it wouldn’t be unlikely some do come in lannisport and i think interactions between gwyn, who has definitely been ‘corrupted’ by the way of the westerosi and enjoys dealing with the gold price rather than the iron price, and her old countrymen.

anyone from the westerlands or who stops by lannisport really. this also includes people who have not come to lannisport, but do deals within the city or with the lannisters of lannisport, as she often speaks for them all

due to the children and to her duties at the realm of lannisport, she is not often away from it, but it’s possible her husband could have taken her to some nearby places, or even acquaintances from that travel over a decade ago, when she was just one out of many goodbrothers

the lannisters of lannisport! please!!! at the moment i only have her husband and his sister, but they’re both pretty interesting — there’s all sort of things to explore with her husband, his position at sea, the shift to proper lordship and how he deals with her ambitions and everything else in their relationship; his sister is rosamund lannister, who is acting as lady / doppleganger for myrcella on kings landing. i’ve sent wcs for the both of them but i’m very game to discuss or change anything if necessary!

#oath.intro

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Soli’s wishlist for Our Flag Means Death Season 2

Hey, so why not: I'll try typing up my ofmd s2 wishlist. Some of these are improbable and/or unpopular. You don’t have to agree with everything, but I’ve been encouraged to share my thoughts. OFMD Season 2 wishlist, in the order in which I thought of them just now: 1. THAT THERE BE ONE. Things are looking very good as of May 2022 but cruel and senseless things happen all the time and nothing is assured. 2. Re: the reunion: THAT THERE BE ONE. Some of you have never had your onscreen kiss and love confession take an immediate hard right into bury-your-gays and it fking shows. Furthermore the writers and actors on this show are amazing and I want to see how they do it. 3. Abshir returns! That dude is an absolute legend. I need to know what he and his friends got up to after 1x05 and I am dying to see Oluwande's 'investment' pay off, hopefully at a point when the crew are at their lowest. 4. Hornberry joins the Revenge crew. He obviously likes them (he and Stede have a 'rapport') and there is no way that man is straight. I want to see the Brittish officer -> pirate pipeline happen in real time. And I want to see him involved in Stede et all getting off their feet/getting a ship. LET HIM KISS BOYS. (Is he sleeping with Wellington? Maybe we’ll find out!)

5. Ghosthoney joins either the Revenge crew or Blackbeard crew. I could honestly see it working either way and either way is pure gold. 6. "You're STEDE'S Ed???" The many people on Tumblr calling for this are right and should say so. Every drop of Ed & Mary content gives me life, particularly the moment she finds out he and the 'Dread Pyrate Blackbeard' are the same person, regardless of how exactly that goes down. 7. Lines for Ivan (in this economy) Ok, so it looks like this one isn’t going to happen, which is tragic but it does seem to mean that there is going to be a Season 2 for Ivan to not be in, so...great?? Anyway, so the way I would deal with this is for Ivan do die in an absurdly dramatic way off-screen. It is somehow both heroic and cool and also stupid and hilarious. The actors can probably improv this one, idk. But no body, no crime, and leave it just open ended enough that he can just show up down the line (in an equally absurd and ridiculous way) if something changes wrt Guz’s schedule or w/e

8. Jemain Clement as Benjamin Hornigold. This has been hc’d so hard by so many fans...are we sure it’s not already canon? Pirate-hunter arc would be epic. 9. Captain Thomas EDWARD’S. What can I say except that historical stuff is only cool if it’s funny and/or romantic and this sh is both.

10. Doug comes out as trans, giving us bisexual (or otherwise wlw) Mary and transfeminine rep in one fell swoop.

11. Speaking of which: Izzy Hands tries on a dress and experiences gender euphoria for the first time, which serves as a major turning point for the character. (Ed and Izzy are lesbians together; I don’t make the rules).

12. Ed kisses a girl (and likes it, a la Katie Perry). Please I am dying for explicit bi rep in OFMD.

13, and this is an important one: STEDE KILLS SOMEONE ON PURPOSE. --13a. that person is a dick. --13b. and preferably a racist. This is an important point on Stede’s white-guy journey to active anti-racism.

13. Anne Bonny and Mary Read, obviously. Mary is Tig Notaro but I can think of literally dozens of actors I’d like to see as Anne and they’d all be great for different reasons. MOAR WLW

14. My favorite actors from the last major fandom I was involved in, because why the h not, is this a wishlist or what?

15. Harvey Guillen as someone extremely flamboyant and completely unhinged. He’s been the uptight, contained one on wwdits for so long. Let that beautiful little man be ‘round, brown, and proud’ and completely bonkers. Let him get in a knife fight with Jim. Maybe he’s part of the Siete Gallos, maybe he’s Jim’s long lost brother, maybe he’s just some pirate, idc. This may or may not be a Harvey Guillen stan account.

16. A new wig for Jim. Or maybe just Vico’s hair? I do not like the current wig.

17. CREW. FLASHBACKS. The people (including Samba) on multiple platforms who are calling for this are right and should say so.

18. Geraldo appears in flashbacks. He is an underrated character and Fred Armisen is delightful. I said what I said.

18. STEARD NATION. Murray Hewitt was a LOOK and I would like to see more, ty.

19. We all know that Lucius is alive, but have you consider that his life was somehow saved by the wooden finger, AKA the power of ~love~?

20. The people calling for Rory Kinnear to return as increasingly distant members of the Badminton family who all, improbably, look exactly like Rory Kinnear are right and should say so. But male family members only; we will not be doing the ‘man in a dress’ trope on OFMD.

21. SHOW US THE TALENT SHOW YOU COWARDS. The people calling for this ar-- you get the idea.

22. (can’t believe I almost forgot this one) Gnossienne 5 played on an unlikely instrument like electric guitar or something.

23. GIVE FANG A DOG. Another popular one that is also empirically correct.

24. Explicit ace rep. I don’t really care who but bonus if it’s someone we already know.

25. One time I read a post somewhere that said s2 should start with Stede standing in his dinghy with his hand upraised and he sees the crew and they see him and he is immediately hit in the face by the red silk and. Yes. That. I agree. that’s all I can think of for now, except for the general idea of ‘boys kissing,’ which really should be a given but, again, the world is cruel and senseless and we can take nothing for granted.

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Half the Battle, pt. 1

Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!reader

find part two here!

warnings: slight angst about childhood/parents fighting/divorce, one (1) bottle of wine is opened, someone is betrayed in Mario Party, NOT beta-read! apologize for any mistakes! (lmk if there’s any warnings i missed!)

wordcount: 5.5k

content: soulmate AU, mild angst, fluff, post-timeskip but slight canon divergence (i haven’t read the manga yet so this is loosely based off of their canon timeskip lives), gender neutral reader, reader is a video editor, reader is bad at eye contact but the details as to why are vague/up for interpretation!

notes: this was made for @gg9183 ‘s wonderful birthday event, a soulmate collab! (go read the other wonderful works!) happy birthday once again, gray!! this was meant to be a 2k one shot but.... plans and inspiration changes sometimes, right? 🥺 so this ended up as a 5k part ONE lmfao i hope thats alright w u!!! part2 will be up asap, i promise!! i hope you enjoy this!!!!

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Not meeting his soulmate was fine, Kuroo often found himself thinking. The odds of finding your soulmate’s way too low to be realistic anyways, he supported the thought. It’s illogical to spend so much time fretting about it, he finally added for good measure.

Soulmates were a natural part of life, always had been. But with the big wide world filled with over seven billion people, meeting yours wasn’t completely unheard of. But given the powers of soulmates even existing, it wasn’t unrealistic to also believe that some kind of fate would pull you towards each other throughout your lives so that you would meet each other. Kuroo however, prided himself in not caring about soulmates. His life was rich enough. People explaining their feelings about “something being missing until they finally meet them” was incomprehensible to him.

Kuroo had lived for 29 years without being able to see color. And you know what? His life was damn well fulfilling enough. He had a beautiful apartment, an economy that flourished, an adorable cat named Cucumber and good people around him. What would he really need a soulmate for? He could ignore his friends comments on how wonderful the world was in color, if only he would just start looking for his soulmate, how much meaning it gave life. Just because the people in his closest circle had all magically met theirs – not to mention how many of them had already met in Goddamn high school, Kuroo scoffed and was always able to move on.

Even though a lot of people actively made eye contact with everyone they met, even people on the street, to make sure they would meet their soulmate, Kuroo kept his eyes down. He wasn’t insecure, come on, he was perfectly happy! He just didn’t need to be late for a meeting because he got eye contact with some stranger, you know?

His life was in perfect balance as is.. Until yesterday, of course. It had turned out there was mold in his apartment complex so they had to evict it for a month while a crew would go through everything to remove it. He didn’t want to go to his mother’s place, that was too far from his work, but he wasn’t in the mood for a hotel, that was way too expensive, so he turned to his best friend of many years with the biggest set of puppy eyes he could muster and the prospect of making every dinner while he lived there.

“Fine… but don’t get in the way,” was all Kenma had to say.

And so Kuroo spent his last weekend in his own apartment packing things down to make it accessible to the cleaning crew. Cucumber hated other cats with a passion so he couldn’t bring him to Kenma’s, where three cats already happily lived, so his mother would pick him up tomorrow afternoon.

He sat on his couch, scrolling his phone mindlessly with Cucumber on his lap who had been stressed with all the packing down, sensing something was up. He was being extra cuddly towards Kuroo who, honestly? Didn’t mind at all. He loved when Cucumber was in mood for cuddles, though it wasn’t very often. He had been told his cat was orange and while he didn’t have a measure for what that color actually looked like, he was happy with his gray cat.

His mother was supposed to arrive any minute now, so he should have gotten up and put the cat in his carrier but it was easier to get him in it if you had two pair of hands. He scrolled through Instagram, reaching a photo put up by Tsukishima of his soulmate, the light-haired manager of their high school volleyball club, with a tooth-eating grin on her face and proudly showing off a ring on her finger, the caption said, This smile makes me wanna brag. Kuroo could physically hear the provocative tone of his voice, knowing he was one of the first in his circle of friends to actually plan a wedding. Kuroo clicked his tongue with a smile on his face and double-tapped to like the picture.

He didn’t know if it was the combination of that post and the fact that his mother was on her way but memories of his parent’s wedding flooded his mind. For a lot of people, weddings felt obsolete in the face of the whole “you already got your soulmate and you know this” thing, so a lot of couples were happy not getting married but just being together. But there was also the benefits of marriage in the practical sense, so some people did anyways, some hosting parties, some not. His parents weren’t married when he came to, but after he turned five they decided to do it so he would be protected by both of them, in case of any emergency.

It had been a small wedding, only the closest family and friends but Kuroo was vivid, so excited about being part of that whole romantic ordeal, even helping his mom find a dress and everything. He had been a huge and important part of the wedding – if he did say so himself. Everyone had been glowing at the day, the food was delicious, there was laughter, song and cheers and everyone had brought so many presents – even some for little Tetsurou, who had been very excited about his new train tracks.

But when Kuroo was seven years old, it wasn’t as romantic anymore. His parents were fighting a lot, he wasn’t entirely sure why or about what because they would never tell him about it, no matter how much he asked. When he tried to listen in, the words he heard didn’t explain anything to him because even though they were yelling at each other, the important words were always whispered, as if they knew Kuroo was listening in.

When he was eight his mom had come into his room, hugged him and with tears in her eyes and said that they were going to move away.

“Where are we going?” he asked simply, no emotion to be read on his little face. He was exhausted from his parents being this way – they were soulmates, right? Why did they fight like that?

“To Tokyo, just you and me, my love.”

That’s when he met Kenma. He had been very closed-off and shy back when they met, he reminisced. He had been a regular kid when he was younger but the way his parents split up – his soulmate parents – had closed him off pretty bad, so it was a miracle he met Kenma and started opening up again.

Kuroo smiled to himself bitterly before scratching Cucumber’s ear. He supposed this was also why he wasn’t interested in his soulmate. So many people had romanticized the whole soulmate ideal so a lot of people forgot that relationships still took work, took effort and just because they were made for each other, didn’t necessarily guarantee that they would stay together. His mom and dad didn’t officially talk anymore, but when he asked his mom as a child whether or not she still saw color, she said that she did. He also found long letters in her bedroom when he was nine, letters from his dad, so he supposed they still talked together, though Kuroo wasn’t let in on it – nor was he particularly interested. And he definitely we wasn’t interested in ending up in a relationship with someone who would end up not wanting to put in the effort for the relationship to flourish.

After Cucumber had been picked up by his mom it was time to leave for Kenma’s place. He carried the last boxes of valuables down to his basement and locked them in before trekking down to the subway with his suitcase and sports bag.

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You were late for work, so you scrambled to pack your things. It was Wednesday afternoon and you were supposed to meet in at 3PM, because that was around the time that Kodzuken had planned to finish his recording, he told you yesterday. You were a video editor and had met Kenma through your old part-time job in his favorite convenience store quite a few years back, back when he had first bought his house when he was 24. You remembered talking to him about video games in the store since you also played some, and after a good while of polite customer service and talk about new games, you had started hanging out outside of work as well. When you had then told him you were actually a freelance video editor but just didn’t get many jobs, he had almost instantly hired you to do his YouTube videos for him and general editing and set-ups of his streams. I know video games, not recording equipment, he had told you so many years ago.

Your original thought had been wary, because working for a friend might get messy but Kenma cared a lot about keeping it professional when you were on the clock, which you appreciated very much. In his house, down by his game room, there was a room next door with screens and all the best editing software just for you to play with. Your pay was higher than average for such a “simple” but regular gig but when prompted about it, he simply shrugged and told you it wasn’t up for negotiation and no one was being treated unfair – and who were you to go against such a good pay for a job that you loved doing and wanted to do full-time? With Kenma being a famous streamer and gamer, he often made lots of different videos for various sites so your job hours resembled a nine to five job, easy, even if the hours were off from the more conventional jobs and you usually came in later in the day and sometimes finished off late in the evening – some of his videos had a time limit for a release date of a game, so there was also days where you were extremely busy and scrambling to get the video done right for a release of a game.

As you closed your bag and ran out the door towards the subway, you checked your phone for any updates. If he’d finished early, he would’ve texted you about it, so you put your phone in your pocket and hurried towards his house.

When you arrived you immediately rang the doorbell before catching your breath, you were used to Kenma spending a few minutes before reaching the door and opening it, so when the door opened almost instantly you took a step back before looking up. The one opening the door was taller than Kenma and in a loose dress shirt that was unbuttoned at the top - that’s all you saw before your eyes darted down to your feet.

“...Hi! I’m uh… Where’s Kenma?” was all you got out while fidgeting with your purse strap, it certainly wasn’t his boyfriend Hinata opening the door today.

“Oh, hey! You must be his video editor, right? He told me about you!” The man said, pointing to himself with his thumb,

“I’m Kuroo Tetsurou! Kenma’s childhood friend! Sorry to intrude, I’ll be living here for the next month, I promise not to get in your way!” As he finished his introduction, he moved aside so that you could enter. As you took off your shoes you heard Kenma’s feet shuffling towards you, “oh hey, welcome, you’re early,” Kenma said with his usual deadpan expression but you could clearly hear the teasing in his voice.

“At least I’m here now, right?” You smiled back, instantly relaxing at the sight of your boss and friend. You turned to Kuroo again, bowed and introduced yourself before taking off your coat and putting it on a hanger, while Kenma and the guy named Kuroo seemed to bicker a bit about whether or not Kuroo should answer the door while he lived there.

“I’ll go set it up, have you transferred the video files to the hard disk?” you asked Kenma as you moved towards ‘your’ office, sending Kuroo a polite smile while keeping your eyes on his neck.

Eye contact was hard for you, it always made you extremely uncomfortable and you didn’t really have any before you felt comfortable with the person. Your mother had often scolded you, saying you’d never find your soulmate at this rate, which you always acknowledged with a hum or a simple yes without starting a discussion.

You honestly weren’t sure whether or not you cared for a soulmate. Your biggest argument to wanting to find one was so that you could see colors, because it’d help your career. Kenma already had his soulmate, so he was the one deciding the color scheme for his videos and helped with the color-related editing, which worked fine as of now, but you would probably appreciate to be able to do it yourself. You had also spent some years coming to terms with your struggles with eye contact and accept that this was just how you functioned. If you missed your soulmate in a random supermarket thanks to it one day, well, you’d be none the wiser, so you felt sure you’d survive without one, but you also couldn’t deny that the sound of a soulmate sounded really nice and comforting. That someone out there existed to fit you, that you were born to love someone who was also meant to love you. You were sure that finding your soulmate wasn’t a dance on roses, it was sure to still be hard, frustrating and maybe even painful sometimes, but you also couldn’t just have all the good, there was a balance that was sure to exist within soulmates as well.

After hours of going through the raw footage from his video game play and slowly editing while watching it, you popped your shoulders and stretched your arms for a moment, yawning as you did so. Your hours were always a bit intense, but that couldn’t be helped when you had six hours of raw footage to work with. Looking at the clock you saw that it was 5.30PM which meant that soon Kenma would wake up from his pseudo-sleep (which was more like a nap in your opinion) to look at your process and ask what you wanted for dinner.

Soon after a soft knock was heard followed by the door opening slowly, Kenma standing in sweats and a hoodie with bags under his eyes, “do you like hotpot?” he asked, and you smiled at him, “sure, are you cooking tonight?” he yawned while he shook his head, “Kuroo is. He insists on a ‘fulfilling meal’, whatever that means.”

You giggled before beckoning Kenma in to see some of what you’ve done so far and making minor adjustments along the way. “Now, something smells delicious and I’m thirsty,” you stated after the two of you had talked a bit about the rest of the video’s plans. As you went towards the kitchen you could hear the sound of of a nameless tune being hummed, pans sizzling from something being cooked and kitchen utensils being used.

Inside, the table was already set with plates and prepared ingredients lying ready for the pot that Kuroo was just about to put on the table. It seemed he had made an endless supply of different side dishes and really put in a lot of work for it, so you looked really forward to eating it and it smelled delicious. You grabbed a glass from the set table and went to the sink to get some water and just as your hand reached it, Kuroo had extended his hand as well to the sink and you accidentally touched.

You both recoiled as if you had been burned and you couldn’t stop the gasp that accidentally left your lips. A feeling was rushing through your body you hadn’t experienced before and you immediately apologized to Kuroo and went back to the table, foregoing the water. You didn’t notice how Kuroo was frozen in place from when he touched you before Kenma called out to him and he immediately started moving again.

You ended up eating shortly after, Kuroo serving the food and talking animatedly about him and Kenma’s childhood, making you laugh quite a bit at their (or more, Kuroo’s) antics and their volleyball days. Kuroo was the type of person to make you relax in his presence and have fun which you didn’t even notice until you got home later that evening and really thought about what a great time you had had. You found yourself surprised by how easily you clicked with Kuroo, a total stranger. It must be his charm, you thought to yourself before going through your night routine. You had to come back tomorrow and finish work, after all. You estimated the video would take you a few more days to finish but that would end up fitting well with the weekend coming, so as you went to bed you felt yourself more relaxed than you had in a while.

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“What are they like?”

It was Friday and it seemed you had finished Kenma’s video and therefor you weren’t here for dinner – for the first time in a few days, which did let down Kuroo just a tiny bit. He had talked a lot with you during dinner preparations when you came out from the office and during dinner as well and while you did answer all his questions (which, he admitted, there were quite a few of them) and follow up with your own for him, it still felt… off… talking to you – and Kuroo didn’t like not knowing why. “What do you mean?” Kenma asked, taking another bite into his mouth.

Kenma swallowed a piece of meat before looking up at Kuroo who was stabbing his plate with his fork in what seemed like a useless purpose. He knew he was being a little weird but meeting you was weird, even though he had no reason to explain why.

“I mean, is this how they usually act?” He didn’t even know what that question meant or why he was even asking it, nothing made sense! But he had a desperate feeling that he needed to get to know you – he was afraid of what that implied and what suspicions he needed to hold onto, but he was sure it was his gut telling him you were dangerous for Kenma to be around – that had to be it! Kenma was his best friend, his childhood friend, it had to be a gut feeling meant to protect him!

“Who knows, they’re being more polite than usual, I think. But that makes sense,” Kenma replied calmly before adding, “I mean you are a stranger who’s really intent on being social with them over our dinners, they were a bit shy as well when I met them,”

Kuroo nodded and finally took a bite of his own food. He didn’t notice Kenma’s raised eyebrows or the questioning look that was sent his way, so Kenma decided to let the subject rest.

Not seeing you today felt weird to him too and he couldn’t help the irritation building up inside him – you had just met a few days ago and only in the evenings when he was done with work and ready to make dinner – and yet, the thought of you kept invading his mind. He had gotten through work today thinking you were going to be there for dinner so when he came home and found out you wouldn’t be there, the first seed of irritation had been planted – why was he suddenly looking so much forward to seeing you? Had it been like this yesterday too? Why was it suddenly important that you weren’t there? He ended up sitting in front of the laptop in the guest room for the rest of the evening, the document left open and completely untouched.

Kuroo, however, didn’t let the subject rest in his head for the rest of that evening. Hinata was in town, having time off after a big game yesterday so Kuroo was left to his own devices – which really wasn’t a problem considering he had to make the paperwork for a promotional deal for a meeting Monday morning that he had procrastinated making – which wasn’t like him at all, he usually never pushed assignments to last minute and he then realized the reason he wasn’t done yet was because he had spent so much time over the dinner table with Kenma and you, talking even after dinner had been done for a while. You always offered to help him with the clean-up so you also spent some time talking there, drifting off to various subjects far passing the cleaning duties and sitting down again with a glass of water.

He enjoyed your company, it felt... easy, somehow, the sensation that something was off was there but it didn’t really settle in his stomach until every time after you left, as if it was left to grow a bit from a small sensation to a problem, which worried him – Kuroo prided himself as an impeccable people-reader, he was captain for both the volleyball team in high school and college, he knew how to act around business relations so well because he could read them so flawlessly – so the feelings he got from you was unsettling and unreadable and it took some control away from him – and Kuroo always felt uneasy when he wasn’t in control.

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Kuroo heard your name and almost got whiplash from how fast his head moved towards Kenma, “what?”

“I asked if we should invite them? To game night? Being three is a little annoying in Mario Party.”

“Oooh, that’s a good idea! I’d love to see them again!” Hinata happily exclaimed before taking another bite of the lasagna Kuroo had prepared tonight. It was Saturday and Kuroo had been in a daze the entire day, first at the office for a quick meeting with his boss about a potential partner he might be able to reel in soon and then doing his laundry at Kenma’s and continuing to try and make the stupid paperwork but ultimately failing before he had to make dinner.

“Isn’t it a bit late to invite someone? I mean, they could have plans already...” Kuroo tried, knowing what a pain it could be to be asked to something an hour before it happened and he didn’t want to let you go through that – that’s what he tried to tell himself, at least. In truth? He was a bit afraid of seeing you again, afraid of his potential reactions, since he had spent his entire Friday in a stupor just thinking about you. His thoughts didn’t mean much for Kenma and Hinata though, who was already texting you to ask. “Oi, no phones at the table, have you parents taught you no manners?” Kuroo chided and Hinata immediately shrank back and apologized – Kuroo smirked, yea the Chibi-chan still had respect for his seniors. But he was quickly pulled back to thoughts about you by Kenma’s phone lighting up again, “they’ll be here in an hour. They’re asking if they should bring anything?” Kenma looked up to gauge Kuroo’s reaction, having noticed something about his friend had been off the past few days. He immediately made a funny grimace before turning it into a smile. “Yea, they can bring a bottle of white wine, if I have to beat you all at Mario Party, I would very much like to be a tiny bit buzzed,” Kuroo said, and Hinata looked at him with wide eyes, “you drink wine!? So grown up!” Hinata exclaimed, to which Kenma just muttered, “or just an old man…” Kuroo didn’t hear that though, too busy to fidget with his hands under the table, suddenly feeling nervous that you were showing up.

Hinata plopped down between Kuroo and you with a controller in hand, “I’m gonna beat you all in this Mario Kart!” to which you laughed loudly, “good luck since we’re playing Mario Party.”

“Huh? Is there a difference?” Hinata asked, making Kuroo belt out a loud laugh as well, holding his stomach, “you just told us you’d beat us but you don’t even know what we’re playing!” Kuroo couldn’t contain his laughter for a bit until he noticed how you were looking at him and instantly retracted his laugh, sitting up straight with a cough, and apologizing for being loud, which confused him to no end. He had never been self-conscious of his own laugh! He knew it could be obnoxious and loud, but he also liked it himself, and-

“That’s a really cute laugh.”

The comment earned you the stares of the century from the three other people in the room, with Kenma in genuine shock – he wouldn’t say he disliked Kuroo’s laugh, just that it was… special.

“Uhm… Uh. Thank you?” Kuroo could feel that his blush went all the way to his ears but he hoped that the light in the living room wasn’t bright enough to catch it. “Yeah uh! Sure! Mhm,” you awkwardly coughed a bit as well before reaching for your glass of wine.

You had brought a bottle of white wine for Kuroo on the promise that you’d get a glass too, saying he was your first friend who also liked wine. The word ‘friend’ had dumb-founded him and he’d just answered “you can have it all,” to which you had laughed and said it’s fine with half, you weirdo.

The game was about to begin but Kuroo was still sitting stuck on the fact that his laugh was cute – cute? Had anyone else found it cute before besides Bokuto and his mom? He wasn’t sure – he sure couldn’t pinpoint them right now anyways. He tried to shake it off and focus on the game, though quite a bit of time was spent explaining the rules to Hinata who apparently had thought they were just playing Mario Kart.

When you were 12 laps into it, it seemed that you were set to win with your four stars and 121 coins. Kenma was right behind you with three stars and Hinata and Kuroo had been left in the dust with zero stars. You had stolen Kuroo’s first (and only) star early in the game, so he was plotting his vengeance in quiet but was getting afraid that the game would end before he could do anything to you – but just as his hopes were at the smallest during the last round of the game, you were put in the same team as him in the last mini game.

Kuroo had a wide smirk when you cheered and said, “this’ll be easy then!” because no, it would not be easy for you. If he had to go down in order to take you down a notch, then so be it. He’d rather Kenma win than you did with stolen goods!

The last mini game was “Tow the Line” where two players were put in a sewing box shaped with nine dots as a grid and two players tied together with a string and the objective was to make the shape with the string as shown in the middle of screen. As soon as the whistle sounded, Kuroo lowered his hands and stopped using his controllers, all with a big grin on his lips.

“Kuroo, what the fuck! Get moving, we’ve started!” you yelled at him as Kenma and Hinata won the first round, signaling the next round began, Kuroo started whistling and looking away from the screen, to which you got up from your seat, “fine, I’ll just take your controller and do it myself!”

Kuroo put his arm with the controller behind him, “nah-ah-ah! You’re not winning this, fiend! That’s what you get for stealing my star!” He grinned up at you with his eyes closed as you stood with your hands on your hips, “come on man! I stole that star in the fourth round! Kenma stole a star from me as well!” you tried, “maybe he stole the one that was yours, who knows! Get over it so we can win!”

But as soon as you’d said that, the third round had just been won and you sighed and flopped down on your seat again, “not cool Kuroo, not cool. I’ll remember this!”

You both laughed as the game made ready to announce the winner, Kenma and Hinata entertained by your antics.

“You can’t avenge something that I avenged in the first place! I only did it because you did me wrong, you know!”

“You can’t use logic on me, it doesn’t apply!”

To no surprise, you won the entire game, even winning one of the two bonus stars given at the end of the game.

After the last sequence and a bow from you there was a quick break before you decided to play some Mario Kart for Hinata’s sake, since his argument was that he lost due it being Party instead. You played quite a few hours and after another toilet break you had switched places with Hinata so Kenma could cuddle up against him. You yawned, drinking the last of the wine in your glass and said, “I should head home, I have a friend coming over for lunch tomorrow.”

Hinata and Kenma both started to get up to say goodnight but you waved at them with a smile, “I can walk out myself, it’s fine!” But Kuroo had already gotten up from the couch as well, so you walked with him towards the hallway where you put on your shoes. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, which Kuroo noted and scowled a bit - he might have only known you for less than a week but for some reason he felt like it had been a lot longer, like you were old friends – it felt strange, to be so close with a stranger. He didn’t know anything about you, really. He knew your name, your job and how you liked some of your vegetables and which meat was your favorite, he knew you also loved cats but didn’t have one (he couldn’t remember if he knew why) and he felt pretty sure he would recognize you in a crowded area – why it was so intense, he was unsure of, he hadn’t tried meeting someone this way before. It had also seemed like having this game night had made you considerably more relaxed in his presence, even joking around with him instead of being polite, which made Kuroo somewhat giddy, though it didn’t really make sense to him as to why.

“I hope you had fun,” Kuroo said awkwardly, as if he had been the host and scratched the back of his head.

“Yeah, I did! I’m sorry I stole your star, though,” you laughed, buttoning your jacket.

“Nah, no worries, as they say, all’s fair in love and war, right?”

You giggled and picked up your bag from the dresser while Kuroo opened up the door for you. As you exited, you turned around with a bright smile, “well, thanks for toni-”

Everything ended up a blur, too bright, too much, too noisy, too… colorful? Kuroo was still looking into your eyes as all that went through him, completely blindsided. As he took a proper look, he could see that you looked just as surprised as him, your eyes wide but still never leaving his either.

“Is… Is this? Are you? Is…” You asked after what felt like both days and milliseconds, I could stare at them so much longer, he thought to himself, the colors only making your face more clear to him. Had you really not had eye contact at all? Had you seen each other for several hours – more than a few times, without looking each other in the eyes at all? Kuroo was more baffled by this happening so late than the fact that it was happening.

He was about to say something, anything, when you promptly turned around, nervously yelling, “I-I uh, I gotta go! Goodbye!” as you hurried out of the driveway and down towards the subway.

“W-wait!” Kuroo belatedly and unhelpfully yelled out as you turned a corner, too late. You were gone. A hand was dragged down his face as a sigh left him, what the fuck had just happened? He obviously needed to talk to you about this, but he also needed to gather his thoughts about all of this, so he slowly closed the door and went back towards the living room, greeted by Hinata and Kenma who looked up at him curiously, “why did you yell?” Hinata asked with his head tilted.

“I think I just found my soulmate.”

#haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurou x you #kuroo tetsurou x reader #hq x reader #waaaaah im so nervous about this!!!! i basically cranked it out in less than 24hrs ngl.... i had 1.5k of beautiful words before i came u #P WITH A WHOLE OTHER PLOT!!!! :-)#if any of u get the ref of the title i love u and we need to play mp together lmao <33333 #also kenhina and tsukiyachi is mentioned!#both reader and kuroo r A MESS #stay tuned for part 2!!!!!!#nohr.writing #half the battle series #im gonna dig a hole real quick to hide in hehehe #honestly im not sure this is entirely coherent i had so much.... i wanted to force into it im afraid some of it feels out of place but!!!#here we go!! face the fear lmao!!!!

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eretzyisrael · 3 years

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How the West was Lost

Today the world we live in is dominated by a Western alliance that includes the US and much of Europe, along with some smaller players. This alliance is threatened by two major forces: radical Islam, whose most dangerous expression is the revolutionary Iranian regime; and the People’s Republic of China (PRC), still smarting from its oppression by the West prior to its emergence as a great power. I’ll discuss Iran first.

Last week, Iranian drones attacked a ship near the coast of Oman, killing the captain and a crew member. Apparently the motivation was a tenuous Israeli connection. More recently, a ship in the same region was hijacked, and several others were disabled, apparently by a cyberattack. Although Iran denies being connected with any of these incidents, most observers believe that the Iranian regime was responsible for them.

The Iranian regime finances and arms terrorist groups throughout the region, including in Lebanon, Syria, and Yemen. Lebanon, which survived a brutal civil war, an attempt by the PLO to set up a “Palestinian state” within her borders, an Israeli intervention to throw out the PLO, and the systematic murders of members of its government by Syrian agents, has finally been brought to her knees by her exploitation by the Iranian-controlled Hezbollah. The Covid epidemic, and a massive explosion of a cache of Hezbollah’s explosives at the port that leveled a third of her capital city didn’t help.

Israel, which fought a vicious little war with Hezbollah in 2006, now lives in the shadow of 130,000 rockets located in South Lebanon. These rockets, which include ones with precision guidance systems that can strike within a few meters of targets anywhere in Israel, are deeply embedded in the civilian population, including private homes. Israeli defense officials have said that if Hezbollah activates its rockets, the IDF will be forced to employ massive firepower that will essentially destroy the country. The possibility of war breaking out due to escalation between Hezbollah and Israel is a constant threat.

Westerners who visit relatives in Iran or go there for business, educational, or other reasons are often arrested on trumped-up charges and held hostage, either for ransom or political advantage. Sometimes they are tortured. Conditions in prisons for Iranian political dissidents are atrocious, with torture and rape common. Hundreds of Iranians are executed every year, some for serious crimes like murder or rape, but also for “being gay, committing adultery, sex outside marriage and drinking alcohol.” Political opponents of the regime are sometimes charged with spying and executed as well.

Iranian women protesting Islamic dress codes that are forced on them are beaten, arrested, jailed, and tortured. Masih Alinejad, an Iranian feminist now living in exile in the US, was the target of a plot to kidnap her and bring her back to Iran. The plan was foiled by the FBI. Kidnapping and murdering dissidents abroad has been standard procedure for the regime since it came to power in 1979.

The new Iranian president, Ebrahim Raisi, has been nicknamed “the butcher of Tehran,” because of his responsibility for the execution of thousands, possibly tens of thousands, of people during a reign of terror in 1988. Raisi is considered one of the top candidates to succeed Ali Khamenei as Supreme Leader.

Last, but not least, is the regime’s plan to develop nuclear weapons, which is advancing rapidly. Whether such weapons would be directly used – something which is difficult to judge, due to the religious aspects of Iranian ideology – or whether they would be employed as an “umbrella” to shield its more conventional military aggression, it’s likely that the imminent attainment of nuclear capability would greatly change the balance of power in our region, and make war likely. The regime has consistently and explicitly threatened to “wipe Israel off the map,” and Israel takes these threats seriously.

The Iranian regime, while it is economically and militarily weak, has developed means of leveraging asymmetric warfare, which along with its aggressive and even messianic ideology makes it a serious threat – not just to the region, but to the Western alliance and its leader, the US, which it calls “the great Satan.” The threat is immediate in the short term, due to its nuclear program. It is a highly repressive society, and although there is a strong domestic opposition, attempts to overthrow the regime will be (and have been) met with great brutality.

As an Israeli, naturally I am concerned about the local and immediate threat of Iran. But the PRC is a far greater threat to the Western alliance. China is already a nuclear power, and has recently been reported building up its stock of weapons. China’s military and economic power is thousands of times greater than that of Iran, and is every bit as brutal in its repression of internal dissent.

Although China does not publicly announce that the US is Satan, it is quietly moving its pieces – military and economic – on the world’s chessboard to increase its power and influence. It operates an unprecedented system of industrial espionage that has already neutralized the technological superiority of the US. It is building infrastructure throughout the world under its “Belt and Road Initiative” that will not only provide its industries access to markets, but the large debts incurred by the recipients will provide China political leverage over them.

Chinese technology that is used in the most critical communications infrastructure may contain “backdoors” that allow access to traffic on the networks. Everything from mobile phones to PCs to military communications systems have been suspected to be compromised.

The US and other developed countries are experiencing a long-term transition of their economies away from agriculture and manufacturing and toward service-based economies. Manufacturing has moved to China and to other countries, most of which are, or soon will be, in the Chinese sphere of influence. At the time of the outbreak of the Covid-19 epidemic, the US suffered a severe shortage of personal protective equipment and medical devices such as masks and so forth. It was simply not produced in the USA.

China does not (as far as I know) export violent terrorism as does Iran. But it has been engaging in territorial expansionism in all directions. Chinese pressure on Hong Kong and Taiwan make headlines, while China quietly “nibbles away” at Japanese islands, territories under Indian control, bits of Nepal and Bhutan, and so on. In the South China Sea, China has built artificial islands which have greatly extended its territorial waters and provided locations for military installations, including missile silos.

I have not discussed the possible exploitation of the Covid-19 epidemic. Certainly the misinformation and disinformation that was provided by China at the time of its outbreak exacerbated the harm to Western societies. There is even a credible argument that once the disease had become established in Wuhan, authorities there – under the direction of the national government – deliberately allowed the residents of the city to travel worldwide during the Chinese New Year period, knowing that this would spread the disease.

The Chinese strategy is safer and surer, if somewhat slower than the Iranian one. But the West has done little to protect itself, either against the immediate danger of nuclear weapons in the hands of a proven rogue aggressor state, or the long-term combined economic, military, and possibly biological domination of a rising totalitarian superstate. Western nations should be confiscating the Iranian regime’s nuclear toys, reestablishing self-sufficient economies, protecting their technological intellectual property, and strengthening their military forces. They are not doing any of these things.

Instead, the most advanced states of the West are self-destructing over issues of race and gender identity.

Abu Yehuda

#China #Iran #War

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I first listened to Chapo Trap House out of curiosity at the height of the debate over its white male “toxicity” etc., a debate that now seems quaint given the spate of imitative “based” socialists, and a debate that seemed ironic even at the time since the Chapo cast member most hostile to the prevailing sentimental identity politics was neither male nor white. I understood what they were on that first listen, when I heard them mock the Cheesecake Factory. Then I knew I was in Mencken-land, where the booboisie out in cow country need to be corralled by the metropolitan smart set—an aesthetic critique in the guise of a political one.

The identitarians hostile to the Chapo style picked up, rightly enough, on this aesthetic rivalry between wings of the broad white middle class as irrelevant to liberation struggles conceived in race and gender terms; the titular borrowing of “black and brown” transgression for this edgy white comedy does suggest as much. For earlier instances of this same conflict, Ellen Willis's early essay on consumerism objects cogently to this strain of leftism, even as her intellectual transparency later allowed her openly to defend empire:

As expounded by many leftist thinkers, notably Marcuse, this theory maintains that consumers are psychically manipulated by the mass media to crave more and more consumer goods, and thus power an economy that depends on constantly expanding sales. The theory is said to be particularly applicable to women, for women do most of the actual buying, their consumption is often directly related to their oppression (e.g. makeup, soap flakes), and they are a special target of advertisers. According to this view, the society defines women as consumers, and the purpose of the prevailing media image of women as passive sexual objects is to sell products. It follows that the beneficiaries of this depreciation of women are not men but the corporate power structure.

Although the consumerism theory has, in recent years, taken on the invulnerability of religious dogma, like most dogmas its basic function is to defend the interests of its adherents—in this case, the class, sexual and racial privileges of Movement people.

Between Chapo’s hauteur and Willis’s bellicosity there is, I think, little to choose from. I reject the frame of the debate. Willis is right about the intelligentsia’s horror at social mobility and bourgeois insurgency, but wrong that this hostility is simplistically gender-, sexuality-, and race-based, as if James Baldwin, Gore Vidal, and Susan Sontag weren’t also Mencken’s heirs, as if anti-populism's biggest living target isn’t, for example, Joe Rogan. (One is struck again and again by the sheer, staggering falseness of identity politics.) And the Chapo crew are right, I guess, about the Cheesecake Factory—I don’t actually mind the food (I recommend the chicken marsala); it’s the décor I find a bit nauseating—but so what? Your Flaubertian revulsion at petit-bourgeois bêtise is politically irrelevant, and it’s even outdated aesthetics, exposed and contested by Flaubert's chief heir at the high tide of modernism: Ulysses is Madame Bovary turned inside out, the petit bourgeois as epic hero and modern saint.

Yet we can push the hero and saint thesis too far. Ulysses strongly implies that Bloom molested his daughter; his seemingly progressive identity as the “new womanly man,” a gentle onanist practically incapable of genital sex, is informed by Joyce’s reading of Weininger, for whom Jews and women were the same. That Joyce was Bloom much as Flaubert was Emma—an identity finding its formal antithesis in the texts’ impenetrability to the then-prevailing popular literacy, such that neither Emma nor Bloom could quite read the novels of which they’re the stars—doesn’t settle the question. Perhaps it can’t be settled, and we just want incompatible pleasures. We can't even decide among ourselves what is a luxury and what a necessity. (I suspect, however, that breadlines are, as the poet said, really not a vibe.)

I do like Adorno’s denunciations of “so-called entertainment,” yet his alternative wasn't just “high art,” it was avant-garde art in particular, whatever would abrade the public's eyes and ears, Beckett and 12-tone music, a position anticipating and influencing the atmosphere of so many small presses and little magazines and a longstanding wing of literary discussion online, critics who treat “translated literature” as if it were a genre, miserabilist late modernism, dour German tirades without paragraph breaks. A recent article laments that we live in two Americas, one that watches Succession and one that watches WWE Raw. Upon seeing this, I confess I immediately thought, “America should read a fucking book.” Even going back to the Bible would be fine.

The Bible. Shakespeare. Austen. Dickens. If I say, “Read Saul Bellow! Read Iris Murdoch!” it’s to name authors from well into the 20th century who rejected poptimism and avant-gardism at once, authors for whom there seemed no real conflict between reaching a popular audience and staying true to the highest literary values. We are only in Grand Hotel Abyss temporarily, as long we remain The True Mainstream in Exile. We dream, however, of having it all. Tomorrow the world.

#leftism #communism #marxism #consumerism #chapo trap house #ellen willis #james joyce #aesthetics

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Neocolonialism and Indigenous Communities in the Americas

Through the lens of neocolonialism, it is important to point out that this form of colonialism is mostly dependent on cultural forces and ideas in order to maintain the power and influence of white settlers (or even non-white settlers that have access to a lot of power, money, and influence; corporate capitalists, basically).

neocolonialism: a variant of colonialism which does not rely on physical force. Rather, it uses cultural and market influences to create resistances against decolonization and enforce integration into a core imperialist economy (globalization); the use of economic, political, cultural, or other pressures to control or influence other countries, especially former dependencies. (The Red Nation, Oxford Languages) [for a more expansive definition of neocolonialism and it's characteristics, please check out my other blog post here]

I would say that some of the largest of neocolonial influences are the systems and/or institutions that embrace capitalism (specifically racial capitalism), resource exploitation, labor exploitation (that happen as a result of racial capitalism), and the persisting influence of the Christian religion via religious institutions (like the Catholic Church and other religious schools). Neocolonialism intersects quite literally with the structure of the prison industrial complex (but I will talk about that a bit at the end of this blog post and write a whole blog post dedicated to those specific intersections). It is also important to note that neocolonialism argues that the systems of the colonial era are internalized in our bodies. In order for these systems to continue to function, these institutions must work to internalize these cultural forces/ideas (like basically low key brain-washing to be honest) that affect our self-concept, the relationship with our bodies, and our access to resources.

Capitalism, labor exploitation, and parallels today from the "Colonial" era

There is a connection between how labor exploitation plays out today and the exploitative history of slavery during the colonial era, a lot of it is apparent in various industries (like the fashion/textile industry, prison labor, etc.) But in this blog post I'm going to mostly talk about the exploitative labor practices of the Hollywood/film industry and how they exploit indigenous communities through labor and the use of their land. I will also be talking about the capitalization of other natural resources such as water, which is a huge problem indigenous communities are facing today.

An example of the exploitative labor practices in the film industry can be found through the analysis of the film Even the Rain. In Fabrizio Cilento's article "Even the Rain: A Confluence of Cinematic and Historical Temporalities, Cilento breaks down how the film "takes a metacinematic approach to the the story of a Mexican film crew in Bolivia shooting an historic drama on Christopher Columbus's conquest. With the water riots as a background, Bollaín uses different cinematic styles to establish disturbing parallels between old European imperialism, the recent waves of corporate exploitation,... and the exploitation of Bolivian actors for the benefit of the global film industry.... Bollaín warns that these productions can fall into a colonialist dynamic by reproducing the imbalances between the 'visible' countries in the global film market, and 'invisible' countries whose native actors and visually appealing locations are exploited...." It is important to note how the persistence of capitalism and the exploitation of resources (whether that be land or labor) continue to work against decolonization and creates similar power imbalances between indigenous communities and corporate capitalists that allude to the colonial era. This is also a prime example of how there is a continued rift between the indigenous people's relationship to the land, especially through the limited access to water.

(Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Diaz)

So, I would like to make the point that capitalism and corporate interests play a huge role in working against decolonization. We do not live in a "Postcolonial" world, but rather, a neocolonial world that continues to exploit indigenous communities for their (quite frankly already limited) resources. Today, many Native Americans/Indigenous people have trouble accessing water like the First Nations in Canada, the indigenous tribes in the United States, and indigenous communities in Latin America and the Caribbean (whom are 10 to 25 percent less likely to have access to piped water than the region’s Non-Indigenous populations according to this page/report).

For more in depth discussion about the water and land crises indigenous communities are currently facing. All My Relations podcast, which is a podcast run by Matika Wilbur (a visual storyteller/photographer from the Swinomish and Tulalip peoples of coastal Washington) and Adrienne Keene (a citizen of the Cherokee Nation and blogger that discusses cultural appropriation and stereotypes of Native peoples in fashion, film, music, and other forms of pop culture, and a faculty member in American Studies and Ethnic Studies at Brown University.), have done an episode about this topic named Healing The Land IS Healing Ourselves in which they discuss with Kim Smith (a Diné woman, community organizer, citizen scientist, activist, water protector, entrepreneur, and writer) about indigenous' communities relationship with the land, how it relates to the current environmental and water crisis, and the relationship it has with healing our bodies, in which Smith discusses that "violence on the land is violence on our bodies".

The Catholic Church, colonialism, sexuality, and it's influence today

When we're talking about colonialism in the Americas and the remnants of the colonial era today, the conquest of indigenous sexuality/eroticism via the Catholic Church and the repression of indigenous sexuality has played a huge part in colonialism and is still an issue today that perpetuates the erasure of indigenous identity.

In Sylvia Marcos's article "Indigenous Eroticism and Colonial Morality in Mexico: The Confession Manuals of New Spain" Marcos explains that "....By condemning indigenous erotic practices and imposing unprecedented restraints on them, the missionaries altered the roots of ancient Mexican perceptions of the body and the cosmos...." Marcos further unpacks this through probes of confession manuals from the colonial era "....The confession manuals of Molina, Baptista, Serra, and others seem to indicate the missionaries' uneasiness over the diversity of sexual pleasures enjoyed by the souls in their charge. The priests had to repeatedly describe their limited idea of sexuality so that the vital Indians could understand that what for them was often a link with the gods was, in their new religion, always a sin, fault, or aberration.... The morality of negation and abstinence propagated by the missionaries became one more weapon used in the violent process of violent acculturation...." It's important to point out that the repression of the sexual pleasures of indigenous peoples has contributed to the erasure of indigenous identity, especially since they considered it as a means of connecting to their gods. This was used as a weapon to conquer indigenous people's bodies through shame and disconnection from their bodies and spiritual practices.

This is still an issue that persists today, this article by the Washington Post, talks about how transgender Native Americans experienced disproportionately higher rates of rejection by immediate family. It also talks about the state-sponsored Christian schools that have affected indigenous for generations in the United States. So, basically the expansion of Christianity/Catholicism culturally and institutionally and the repression of indigenous sexuality has contributed to the erasure of indigenous identity. And indigenous people that fall outside of the gender binary experience stigma still to this day, which perpetuates colonialism.

To further build upon this point and how to begin explaining the intersection of this with prison abolition and the experience of being Black and/or BIPOC in an imperialist white supremacist capitalist patriarchal society, Estelle Ellison, a Black Trans disabled writer and transformative justice practitioner, in their essay "Gender, Time, and Other Methods of Policing the Body", Ellison unpacks the intersections between exploitative racial capitalism and how it connects to gender, time, and sexuality, and also explains how it is connected to being policed through our bodies by stating that "By design, each of us is expected to participate in gendering other people's bodies...." and that "....of all the possible ways that a person may live their life at any given moment, the infinite combinations of features, experiences, aspirations, and expressions; gender attempts to reduce our possible identities by half. But half of infinity is still infinity..." Ellison also talks about how time has been colonized (via capitalism through wage labor) and is "made possible by overlapping systems of white supremacy, anti-blackness, patriarchy, ableism, misogyny, transphobia, homophobia, exploitation, and countless other forms of oppression..."

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Ellison's analysis of the intersecting systems of neocolonialism explains how these systems are internalized in our bodies and how it is connected to exploitation (whether that be from our bodies some other form under these systems) and that we are being policed through our bodies due to societal, cultural, or institutional pressures, such as the prison industrial complex and the military industrial complex, or I would argue through religious beliefs.

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