#gun control idiocy

[laughingblue12]

Have No Fear, Mickey is Here

I have recently had more run-ins with my old nemesis… Fear.  He is a vicious animal that makes my heart race and muddles my thinking (which is ironically very hard to do considering the muddlesome nature of my brain to begin with.) I posted a political post a couple of days ago suggesting you should shoot yourself in the foot.  Fear tells me he likes shooting.  He is a card-carrying member of the…

[qqueenofhades]

Sure, Mitch McConnell is evil. But I think progressives thrilled about his demise aren't considering the fact that right now he's pretty much the only person keeping the Senate Republican conference from turning into the House Republican conference. Like, yeah, he's a piece of shit who stole a supreme court seat, but he can keep the rightest of right flanks mostly under control. I don't know if potential future GOP Leader John Thune could do the same.

Look, I'm not going to call it thrilled, at least for me. He's an old man, he presumably has people (uh, somewhere) who love him, and if he loved them back, or anything more than power, he might retire to be with them and/or do something more appropriate for an 81-year-old man who clearly is not well. But as it is, he has spent 30 years being one of the worst impediments to progress in this whole country, he stole not one but THREE SCOTUS seats (or at least maneuvered in very, very bad faith to get them) and managed to install the current nightmare court that is stripping protections for women, workers/labor rights, LGBTQ people, health care, immigrants, the environment, anyone who doesn't want to get murdered by a gun, democracy, etc. etc. left and right. I have no sympathy for him, I will not be pretending sympathy for him, I don't think anyone else should be obliged to either, and his overall public legacy is one of absolutely damning and devastating damage. Fuck him.

Nor am I a believer in the "we should accept this terrible person because the next terrible person might be worse!" McConnell might not be an open raving MAGA conspiracy theorist, but he has never, not once, done the right thing and put principle over power. He might have personally loathed Trump; he still took full advantage of him to pack the courts with far-right Federalist Society hacks who will likewise damage the judiciary for the duration of their lifetime. He vigorously condemned Trump for January 6 and then immediately voted not to convict him for it. McConnell seems "reasonable" only because he can stand in public and not spew insane QAnon election conspiracy batshit theocratic nonsense, but once again: nobody except for Trump did more than him to fuck this country up, and he was and is very good at it. I'm honestly fine with his demise leaving a power vacuum that will impel the Republicans to spend so much time fighting each other that they might for once actually break the rigid ideological lockstep that McConnell maintained over all of them. Which was, as noted, precisely in support of Trump all the time. Don't let the fact that McConnell is able to masquerade as an establishment politician fool you. He is possibly even more toxic than the Josh Hawley and Ted Cruz GOP losers of the Senate, who talk an endless stream of idiocy and do little. McConnell says relatively little and does the most evil things of all.

Anyway, yes. Fuck him, fuck the things he's done, fuck the Republicans, and let them fight. It will be another mess to appoint his successor, it will make them even more toxic and extreme to the general electorate, and since they need to be burned to the ground and salted in the ashes before we should even think about giving them power again (not that this will happen, because MURKA), frankly, in the end, this is exactly what McConnell deserves.

[seek-the-truth-be-the-truth]

I love to see when LEOs point out the idiocy of the the media. Hey fun fact: did you know it’s illegal to murder? So why do people still do it? Did you know that criminals will use any means necessary, and that banning guns would only disarm law abiding citizens because criminals don’t comply with the law? That’s the definition of criminal, by the way. Did you know that there are more illegal machine guns in circulation now than ever before, even when they were legal? (Machine guns are legal if they were made before 1986, but require a tax stamp and are extremely expensive, so I am talking about illegally manufactured machine guns) The media never talks about that because it shows gun control doesn’t work. Just like this Sheriff is saying. The laws in place didn’t stop the criminals. Go figure.

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

Also,hasn’t the gun sales among minorities including the lgbt gone up in recent years?

[pityslash]

— “IN THE WATER.”

SHIP: bakugo x fem reader

DESCRIPTION: one year unexpectedly turned into two, you start to think all hope is lost in the apocalypse. spoiler warning: the real danger in the zombie apocalypse isn't the dead, it's the living.

TW: short series, apocalypse au, rawr rawr zombies & mild gore, descriptions of a panic attack, friends to lovers, main character injury.

　　I. WHO ARE YOU?

“please let there be something other than canned beans.”

you stood watch in front while he was looking around the back aisles. you two were in search of food, but everything else has been wiped out already. you weren’t excited about moving onto the next town.

it was cold out, you bury your face in the scarf around your neck when a shiver runs down your spine. occasionally you would see a few undead stumble towards you, empty eyes and its jaw hanging loose. you always took care of them quickly, you just have to aim for the head. “katsuki.”

it’s been years since everything turned to shit. when the bitten were who you feared and everyone you knew was gone. sacrifice or idiocy, it didn’t matter. but sometimes, you’ll catch a glimpse of the survivors —they always traveled in groups and you wanted to avoid them at all costs.

you had to remind yourself what kind of people would be left over, what morals they have.

the screams met deaf ears when katsuki saved you from this other man, grabbing his neck and throwing his body on the ground, the eyes of horror before getting a shot to the head. you shift slowly, shards of glass dig into your hands as he comes closer.

“you killed them.” you hated the way your voice trembles. blood leaks out of the holes in their heads, your throat tightens and aches like you’re about to cry.

it was like static noise on television, the buzz of city life only a memory in the back of your mind. now all you hear was the groaning of the undead, and the screams of those who weren’t resourceful enough.

your small moment of peace doesn't last long, broken by the slide of the glass door behind you and a pair of footsteps. you don't need to look over your shoulder to know who it is. “there’s nothing but dog food. some fucks must have found our stash.”

you can’t hide the disappointment on your face and it makes katsuki roll his eyes, pushing up the safety lever on the beretta 92 before sliding it back into the band around his waist. “i see more revenants coming this way, let’s go.”

katsuki holds out a hand and you take it.

the man took a glance at your arms and legs and you knew what you’d see from the excruciating agony. “yeah, should i have left you for dead?” he kicks your leg with his shoe, “maybe i’ll shoot you anyway, just in case.”

in case you were bitten? you were bleeding too much for it to be a bite.

“no— of course not!”

you hold your breath, bruised cheeks burning and you felt dizzy when he raised the pistol again, unblinking and focused. “stop yelling, jackass.” you can’t even look at him directly.

you’re shaking and everything hurts, and the blood everywhere makes you so scared, the gun pointed at you makes you so scared. it was the ease with which he saved your life, the complete lack of hesitation.

“keep zoning out and you’ll get lost again.”

“that was one time.” you take a deep breath, the smell of wet grass doing little to calm your nerves about being in the open like this. “how much further?”

“just a few miles.” katsuki says quietly, not a hint of hostility in his voice for the first time, and you nod, fighting to get your breathing under control. you wished, more than anything, that you had your anxiety medication.

“hey, relax. before you make yourself pass out,”

it took a long time to gain his trust, having to pack up the bedding while he took care of the rest before you two made it to the city, in case you made a run for it with days worth of food. the hours and hours on your feet and the whining while this man told you to shut up, struggling through a harsh winter.

but he was true to his word.

“it looks abandoned.” you look up at the house with boarded up windows and a wooden fence, it was too quiet. “wanna do it?” the sky was pretty and clear, finally warming up but that meant the undead would venture out again, too. katsuki sighs, “we can’t be too sure, be careful.”

you duck behind the car halfway up the driveway and creep up the stairs of the front porch.

the slits between the boards give you a limited view inside, seeing only the first room but there was a gate leading to the backyard, though it was chained up. katsuki kept watch while you tried the knob. it was locked, of course.

you share a glance and he held his gun at the ready with a nod. pulling out the crowbar from your backpack, you pry at the door as quietly as possible, the sound of wood splintering. it took a few tries but you finally eased the door open.

you two searched the house, both floors came up empty besides a few dead animals. there were four bedrooms, one belonging to a young girl and you wondered about the kind of family who once lived here.

smudged pencil marks on the door frame, glittery princess stickers peeling off the yellow walls. you find out the girl’s name and it didn’t make you feel any better.

the sun was setting so you two settled in for the night, putting your sleeping bags down in the living room and lighting a small candle. the house was empty and wasn’t completely falling apart. “here, take it.”

he was giving up his share. you offer half of the jerky and he reluctantly takes it, the grumble of his stomach enough to shut his mouth.

“thanks.”

for miles all that could be heard was the sound of running water and kicking a stone on the road, that random tune that got stuck in your head last night.

the sun was high in the sky and it reminded you that you’d have to meet with katsuki at noon. you were the one who suggested the split up to cover more ground even if he was reluctant.

“is it too early for lunch?” you asked no one, digging through your bag for the last of the jam and bread you packed before leaving home. things were getting harder every day, and you two were getting more and more frustrated when you came back empty handed.

you take a bite out of the bread and savor the blueberry jam, rich and sweet. katsuki would always tell you to make it last, maybe you’ll save him half.

you finally made it back to the market. those things always wandered about, and the place was too big to just walk inside hoping for the best.

so you knock your crowbar against the tile floor to call out any more undead but there was only silence. you start to go through the mess. sunflower seeds, some dented cans of tuna and fried apples, it must have been luck.

you were looking at the arrangement of dead flowers and think about taking a magazine with a cover that caught your eye, but then you heard a scream.

there’s gunshots and names thrown around as you rush over to see the commotion. you quickly see more undead thanks to all the noise, hoping katsuki wouldn’t come this way, because you could be stuck here for a while.

two kids were cornered just across the street, it used to be a barber shop, those disgusting things getting closer and closer. leave them or give into the last bit of humanity you had. “hey, this way!”

you call out to them from the other side, it was a little girl standing in front of the boy, who you assume was her brother. she cried in frustration when the gun clicked each time she pulled the trigger. revenants are fast, but they’re clumsy, so you could be faster.

you stab two in the head without breaking a sweat, they fall to the ground with a hollow thump. you make a run for it since more were drawn by the noise. “come on!”

they caught up quickly, the scraping of that girl’s shoes against the cement makes you want to cover your ears. “katsuma!” you hear from behind, turning to see her pick him up from the ground. he tripped.

“hurry!” you might have pushed their backs too hard if the squeak that left the boy’s mouth was any tell, struggling to keep up with their small legs. then you notice the alley, taking a sharp turn and yanking their arms to pick them up.

suddenly you were inside a heavy metal door, it was dark and they whisper as you slide down the handle and there’s a click.

“quiet,” you shush them, using your own body to shield them if worst turns to worst. you feel the boy bury his face in your shirt, grossed out by tears and snot, and the little girl squeezed your hand, so tight it felt like it’d bruise.

you were horribly out of breath, maybe even scared. but the undead finally passed —waiting a few minutes wouldn’t hurt. you listen as the groans and growls get far enough, taking a deep inhale and slowly moving away from the cool surface.

it was alright.

“we’re safe now.“ but you can't even turn back before there is something cold on the back of your head. this time she holds the gun with confidence, fingers on the trigger.

“put your hands up and close your eyes.” you feel your blood boil, the tone of this girl’s voice not sitting right but maybe that was the point. “don’t do anything dumb.. take the bag.”

you noticed the boy, katsuma, had dried the tears from his face and started to walk over while you slowly took off your backpack, which he took with shaky hands. “so i just saved you and now you’re robbing me?”

he must have been surprised it felt so heavy.

the girl snatches it from him. “we were fine, didn’t ask for your help.” sure seemed like it. you turn your head and watch her digging around in your backpack and you know katsuki will kill you.

“we’ll just take this, thanks. keep your eyes closed and count to fifty before you go.” she said, and for some reason you did.

the silence after their small footsteps fade out, even with your keen ear. you finally found katsuki waiting for you anxiously outside of the market.

“i heard the gunshots. what happened?” he was quick to ask and you were never one to hold back from him. too bad he was as upset as you expected. “—but you’re alright?”

the question made your smile get bigger, and you feign a small limp. “mm, i twisted my ankle so bad.” katsuki didn’t look impressed. “anyway.. katsuki, they could have been with a group, don’t you think? maybe they got separated.”

you made it home before dark. when you finally are able to shake off the feeling of being watched, you collapse on a chair in the dining room, the legs scraping against the floor loudly. katsuki drops his bag on the table and you make grabby hands, “so, what’s for dinner?”

“beans. and more beans.”

the look you give him makes katsuki glare back, opening the lid of one can. “don’t complain! next time, don’t let some kid take our shit.”

you snatch a can of beans and katsuki rolls his eyes, spoon flinging a bean at you from across the table. “didn’t your mom ever tell you not to play with your food?” but katsuki only gives a half smile, and it makes dimples dig into his cheeks. you swear you haven’t seen him smile before, or maybe you never noticed.

you two eat in silence and start to get ready for bed, doing one last house check and finally putting out the light. you stayed up a little longer though, wrapped in a small matted blanket as those kids have yet to leave your mind.

glancing out the window, stars bright in the unpolluted sky, you hoped they had a safe place to sleep tonight. you sigh and finally close your eyes, not that it makes a difference in the dark.

[mayweneverdie]

Onward to Canada!

Part 2

Cw: video game accurate violence, guns, curse word, no beta read but i tried to weed out any inconsistencies or errors

Notes: head hurt (owie), written on mobile (as always) so the format might be wonky? Idk

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A cool breeze blew against your skin, a reminder of what’s to come. It was relatively quiet aside from some squeaky wheels and the clopping of horse hooves. You ride in the back of the caravan, keeping an eye out for any soldiers seeking vengeance. After scanning the dark for the umpteenth time you tilt your head to the sky and take a long, deep breath.

This seemed to be the most calm it’s been in your life despite all the circumstances. You can’t remember the last time you weren’t under someone else’s influence or control. You just hope it would only get calmer from here.

Until you remember you have to change out Eagle Flies’s bandage soon. A small sigh escapes your lips before you tilt your head back down. You turn your attention down to the wagon a few feet in front of you, his head barely visible from where you’re situated.

You gently spur your horse forward, just enough to be side by side with the small wagon. He seemed to be sleeping fine, a little cramped, but fine. You lean down a little and gently brush some of his hair back. It felt less than fresh, but what else would you expect? Your hand drifts down to his blanket, pulling it back to reveal a crusty and crimson bandage.

“Is he ok back there?” The older man asks, a bit of worry and tiredness in his tone. He slows the wagon down a little.

“He is, but I need to change his bandage soon,” You assure him, “No one’s given us trouble yet, we can pull off the road for a minute or two.” He thinks for a moment, his lips purse in contemplation.

“Alright.” He nods, pull the wagon off the trail and a bit into some shrubs. You offer him a smile and a nod before sliding down the side of your horse. While you dig around in your saddle bags for some bandages, you hear some groans and mumbles.

“Why did we stop?” Eagle Flies asks with a voice so tired and raspy you would’ve thought he had a sore throat.

“I need to change your bandage.” You reply with an even tone. Finally, you’ve found your rolls of gauze and bandage. You take a few steps over to the wagon and peel back the old bandage.

“How’re you feeling now?” You ask as you toss the bandages to the ground, making a mental note to get those later.

“Horrible,” He answers with a chuckle only to wince moments after, “I’ll be fine soon enough.” He finishes. Just as you finished the first wrap, you could hear some horses and voices of men. Your brow furrows.

“Who’s that?” You whisper to the older man.

“I’m not sure…” He mutters as he strains his eyes to see. Feeling a pit form in your stomach, you snatch up his arm and pull him towards yourself.

“Keep wrapping him up, I’ll make sure it’s nothing.” You quietly demand, a jittery tone obvious in your voice. The sounds only got louder, you could hear a bit of what they were saying too.

“Keep an eye out, they need to be dealt with quickly and silently.”

Shit.

You turn your head and sigh in relief seeing a thick tree cover them from anyone coming up the road. With just a bit of time to think, you step up onto the wheel and see a small mallet laying out. With swiftness, you dropped down to your knees and quickly dig out some of the looser pegs and began to nail them back in.

“What’s that over there?” One of them asked among the group. Your heart beat quickened with every second they got closer. With a bit of courage, maybe idiocy, you turn your head just a little and see just three men to the patrol.

“Who are you and what is your business out so late?” A gruff voice calls out, “Mighty peculiar seeing someone traveling all alone.” He adds on.

“Just… some wagon troubles,” You choke out, “Wheel came off… you know how it is.” You swallow, your throat tightens.

“Is that so?” Another voice asks, the sound of them dismounting rings clear to your ears. With your heart pounding hard, you stand up and turn to face them. It’s a miracle you haven’t been discovered yet.

“It’s my pa’s, he had me collect some uh…” you took a look at what was sticking out, “Had me collect some furs and tools from a family friend.” You say with such nerve you were almost certain they knew. They had to be taunting you now.

“Mind if we take a look-”

“No! My pa is very, very particular about these things.” You interject.

“Then what’s with the extra horse?” A squeaky voice interrogates. Just as you were about to answer, a loud shot and a wet thump is heard. Your now terrified horse kicks the scrawnier man to a near instant death. The soldier’s horses whinny and bolt in all different directions.

Both you and the last soldier freeze for a moment, but just a moment. Your body seems to move on its own as you tackle the big man to the ground, whipping your pistol from the holster.

Thwack

His head falls back into the soft dirt while his head bleeds slowly from the wound on his temple. A loud pulse thumps in your ears as you sit up, you never killed someone this close before. You swallow thickly as you get to your feet.

“Holy shit.” Was the only thing you could say right then. You pause for a few moments, collecting yourself before speaking.

“Did you get him wrapped?” You ask with the same nerve in your voice. The older man shakes his head.

“I froze, thankfully he found his rifle.” He speaks, directing his attention to Eagle Flies for a moment. He seemed a little spooked.

“You good?” You ask, placing a hand on his knee to comfort him.

“I’m fine, just need this bandage done.” He tries to assure, though you can see how tired he is.

“You sure?” You press more, your eye contact unfairly as you hand the mallet to the older man to replace the pegs.

“It’s fine, it felt good to know I’m not completely useless.” He spoke in a much softer tone of voice. It was almost foreign to you. You sigh and squeeze his knee before slipping your hand from his own.

“Let’s get you wrapped up and going,” You say lowly as you finish wrapping the cloth around his waist, “Hungry?” You ask as you pin the bandage secure.

“A little bit, but I’ll live without.” Eagle Flies answers, his hand waving to dismiss the idea of taking your food.

“Well, I have some extra jerky if you’d like.” You shrug, looking to the older man get back on to lead the wagon. Eagle Flies smiles at the offer, but shakes his head.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” He says with a grin, his words gentle but strong. You would have said more if it wasn’t for the fact that the older man seemed to be keen on leaving.

“See you in the morning.” You whisper before mounting up again. The driver sighed in relief before prompting the horse to move forward. You take a deep breath in as you prepared for the rest of tonight.

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Holy shit i didn’t think i’d write this much

I hope this chapter was satisfactory 🙏

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Tried to Kill Me

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Fourteen)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, past abuse, past SA, attempted assassination (repetitively), threats, violence, guns, bombs, teasing, insults, poisoning, trip wire traps, improper use of a condom, piss play (not what you think), Dom being an alpha, trouble with stalkers, baiting, fights for dominance, morning kisses, grinding, mentions of sex, hormone cycles, self hatred, self control issues, needy make outs, desperate boys, voyeurism, claiming, demands, ruts, d/s undertones, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: mature (lightly explicit)

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

The first attempt on the Alpha's life was a surprisingly dumb one- not that he should have been shocked by any amount of idiocy from James Sebastian. The next day after they turned down his not-so-kind offer of one life and one lifelong sex slave a package came to their door. It looked oddly fancy for regular mail and none of them had birthdays very close besides the obviously freshly born child, so Dom was already on edge the moment he saw it. He set it on the kitchen table and he tried to sniff it and listen closely. When nothing was apparent besides the annoying stench of other people he opened it carefully and rolled his eyes at the sight inside.

“Wha’s inside? A present?” Blain asked when he wandered into the room. When he peaked inside he grumbled too, they were all already at their wits end over this bastard. “Another bomb? Didn't he learn nuffin before?”

Dom shrugged and pulled the contraption apart, crushing the cell in his hand before ripping the cords free just to be safe. “Suppose not. ‘Ang on.” He smirked, retrieving the first phone they got and taking a picture of the mess that he sent to Jimmy with a kiss emoji and a middle finger. He laughed when he saw the three dots pop up and disappear. He was enjoying the game too much and loving how easy it was to drive the other Alpha up the wall.

The second attempt came the next day, a poisoned box of chocolates Dom could smell the moment it arrived on their floor. The toxin was overused and disgusting. Besides, chocolate wasn't high on his list. He accepted the box and set it on the counter, getting the phone for a second picture. He laid his middle finger on the box as if he were pointing and sent the image asking if he should try one. After that he double bagged the poison and called a hotel worker up to remove the trash from the building. He tipped them extra to pick up a safe box on the way home because his oldest son had gotten a look at the present and was pouting about fancy chocolate. He sent one more message telling James he should have tried chicken twisties, Dom was far more a salty bitch than a sweet one.

The third attempt was laughably over the top. It didn't even make sense to be set for him. It was by chance he was the one Colson sent down to the garage to check the Bentley for one of the omega's cards. It could have just as easily been Mod or Blain or even Col himself but it was annoyingly juvenile. Between the car and the beta’s Jeep was an actual tripwire waiting for his ankle. It was easy to spot and step over and he followed the string to the cinder block on the ceiling. The idiocy of this posh pompous arse was starting to piss him off but he just shook his head and disabled the trap before he found his mate's card between the leather seats.

After finding it he started to walk away before an idea struck him. He couldn't help but laugh as he checked the glove box for what he might need and victoriously found an old condom. Making himself whip his dick out and pee into the opening was difficult in the shadow of the garage and it triggered a memory like every time he used the bathroom since the day his lover made him piss himself. He didn't regret their play but it caused him trouble, it was hard forcing a stream through even a partial hard-on but he was learning. The attempt was worth it though when he was taking the block off the trap and tying the makeshift ‘water’ balloon in its place. He felt like a giddy child that he never got to be.

After fixing his own Home Alone style trap he retied the trip wire where it would actually be hidden. He dropped and broke the cinder block so it would appear the original thing hurt him before he all but skipped back to the elevator and up to their home. When he found his fiancé he handed over the card and started giggling. When Kells arched a brow he broke into an absolute fit. “Sorry luv but I might ‘ave pissed on someone else.” He forced out through chuckles and Col only looked at him even more confused. Eventually he was able to explain and the boss joined him in a laugh. They really couldn't treat this bastard with any sincere worry. He just didn't feel like a threat so much as a pest, not to them. Not after everything they went through already.

“What kind of Acme shit is this dude on? Too many Looney Tunes growing up. Pussy ass bitch can't even get his hands dirty.” Col sighed. He had too much to actually worry about to be anything more than annoyed.

“Nah, but he's about to get ‘is ‘ead messy.” Dom teased and they both started laughing again.

Of course Jimmy boy didn't text them in his rage but they had someone check the trap to find a wet mess everywhere except a dry spot on the ground in the shape of two very expensive shoes. Surprisingly he didn't contact them at all for the entire next day and Dom didn't find any assassination attempts. The next morning was safe as well until they started getting confused and checked with the clerk to see if he'd seen anything. Normally it would just be the Alpha leaving the apartment but Col thought they were more likely to talk to him. Halfway down he was fidgeting being away from their son but he just squeezed his lover’s hand and forced himself to continue.

For the man's first attempt to leave their baby behind he thought it was a success. Sure they stayed in the building but he was far enough away he felt the pull. It seemed like there was a tether between him and the infant still even though Punk existed outside of his body. His mate was his rock though and kept hold of him as unobtrusively as he could, and he let the omega lead the way as they spoke to the workers about all their security risks. They didn't have a picture to give them for James, weirdly the frat boy fuck kept himself out of the media. They just tried to explain the general vibe but it sounded like half the people who would stay at the Four Seasons.

It was late at night because they didn't want to be surrounded by people and it was the easiest time to catch the employees free. The lobby was empty and it made Col nervous but he talked to everyone he could about the situation before thinking it was time to head back up. Someone covered head to toe stepped through the glass doors and kept their head down. The older man noticed the hat and the trench coat were expensive as fuck and probably vintage and he tried to give the stranger an appreciative head nod. The man didn't look at them and barely moved but he reached into his briefcase. The couple felt their nerves escalate at the same moment and Dom turned them so his partner was behind him. The broody bitch did exactly what they thought and pulled out a gun. It all happened so quickly and three shots went off before the other Alpha was running out the door, jumping into a vehicle, and speeding away. The killer didn't have a chance to go after him. They realized in that moment they weren't just being stalked but being watched very closely. How else would he know they were out of their flat? Fuck.

Colson took a breath and looked around, the guy's aim was as bad as his bomb making and trap creating. The shots had gone wildly far away but the clerk was freaking out anyway, far more stressed than either of them. They shared a look before trying to calm the worker. They had to tip him a lot to keep him from calling the police. They couldn't include them when they were already being watched. They just hoped no one else caught the mess. Thankfully the idiot was smart enough to use a silencer even though he obviously didn't know how to use a gun. They did what they could to smooth over the incident and made their way back upstairs. Dom was ranting about how much he hated guns and Kells joked about how awful the man was with one. It felt like an insult he thought it would be so easy and he started to wonder if the fucker was actually trying to kill them or just fulfilling a duty. Every attempt felt silly, not serious. He might have stepped it up but that was probably more from being embarrassed than anything else. Of course Dom made the shame worse with a text to the bastard about how his aim was obviously better than Jimmy's and asked if he still felt pissed.

Colson was just proud of himself for leaving their home for a while, even if the attempt went terribly. It was almost better it went so badly because it set a precedent that he could handle anything. He felt more himself working things out with the hotel employees and getting shot at than he had in months. Violence was his lifeblood. His love language. Granted he was working on both to learn better for their sons. Blain was upset when he was told about the more serious attempt but he didn't know what he could do to make it better.

The next morning Dom was enjoying his morning tea and cigarette on his balcony when another shot was fired. It went way off track and over the building he thought, and the next landed closer but bounced off the bulletproof glass. He didn't move, he wouldn't be bullied so close to his home and he wanted to embarrass the man even more. He enjoyed every sip of his drink and every drag with his gaze wandering calmly until he spotted Jimmy Boy in the building across from them. It was another hotel and the Alpha was on the top floor- of course. Dom just finished up, blew him a kiss, flipped him off, and went back inside.

“Did I hear something hit the wall?” His lover asked as he woke up but Dom just waved off his worry and slipped back in bed to hold him.

“Jimmy is fhrowing a tantrum again.” The killer explained and the other rolled his eyes, pressing his lips to Dom's in a good morning kiss. The taste of something he no longer let himself enjoy was always an aphrodisiac in the morning. His mate didn't smoke much anymore out of respect for him but he allowed himself the relief first thing with his breakfast tea.

“I don't like that he's fucking with us in our home.” The omega grumbled, his fingers tangling in his fiancé’s wild hair. Dom didn't like it either but there wasn't much he could do until they were allowed to kill him. It was driving him mental as well.

“Let me off me leash.” The Alpha purred, biting softly at the boss's neck. He wasn't normally the one to nibble but his urges were getting intense and he felt more aggressive than normal. It was a feeling he knew well but he didn't want to bother his partner with it. He kept trying to shove it down but having someone threatening his family was making it way worse. He knew he was being more typically Alpha than Col had seen him before but he couldn't help it and Kells didn't seem to mind it. Yet.

“Fuck- I would if I could.” The omega promised as he tilted his head and let his growling lover roll him to his back. He'd give a lot to get the feds off their backs and let his pet psycho loose, he wanted blood as much as Dom did. He was surprised at the reaction his pent up boy was having but he had to admit at least to himself he was loving it. Every day he was acting more claiming. It started with the Alpha cupping his cunt when they slept and progressed to him bending Kells over at random times and laying against him like a promise. Dom never really growled or bit but he was obviously worked up and overwhelmed. His instincts on high alert with their new baby.

“Ain't no one getting close to yas. You mine.” The Alpha vowed as he set his teeth around the mark he'd left months before. It was his main claim on the older man and he was tempted to make another. His body slid between his mate's thighs as Colson spread his legs to invite him closer. He was already throbbing and Kells was wet enough he could scent him. A soft whimper escaped the boy, he didn't want to go too hard. They still weren't technically supposed to fuck and he knew if they did he'd go wild. His cock fit against the other's core and he felt the heat coming off him. He needed to be inside. He needed to own him. “Fuck m’sorry.”

Colson’s brows furrowed and his hips bucked up. He didn't know why the killer went still above him and he was tempted to punish his bitch for stopping mid-play. “Why? What the fuck? I'm having a good morning.” He chuckled. His voice was already breathy and he was surprised at how much he wanted to submit. The last few times they'd been together Col had held all the control. He rarely gave it up but whatever was going on inside the boy was doing it for him.

“I fink I'm… I- bloody ‘ell.” The Brit grumbled but he couldn't stop his body from rocking down, grinding them together.

Col grabbed his partner’s hair and tugged until their eyes met. Dominic was full Alpha already, his gaze crimson and his fangs exposed behind his plush pillow lips. The omega kept him close but took a breath to ask- “Fuck is wrong with you? I thought we were having fun.” When Dom flushed pink he knew it was something new. The guy never really blushed, he had to make him piss himself to get him to. It was something that drove him crazy and endeared him to his fiancé. He knew it meant it was something to do with his Alpha side. It almost always was.

“I don't mean to get all… grr.” Dom tried to explain but he ended up just sounding like a pitiful monster. His growl was half assed and frankly adorable but the omega just arched a brow to tell him to go on. “I mean I wanna. Fuck do I wanna. But ya know I try to let you-”

“That's cool. I didn't stop you, did I? I get everything this douchebag is doing is a lot. I get you're feeling territorial. I mean he hurt our son and we can't do shit to get back at him. It's fucking me up too. I can't imagine what it's doing to you since it's your family.”

“Not me family.”

“Possibly your family. So what you're getting a little aggro? I didn't say stop.” The omega grinned, flicking his tongue over his lover’s mouth.

“But I'm- it ain't about tha'. I don't ‘ave control of it. I- I'm sick.” Of all the things Dom could say Colson didn't expect that. He moved his hand from the boy's hair down to the back of his neck.

“You do feel warm. Hot even. Do you not feel well? Wait, what the hell does being sick have to do with your dick?” He chuckled. He was confused but starting to get worried.

Dom pressed his face against his partner's chest and made a noise like he was fighting a scream. His cock was still hard and pulsing against Col and the older man just wanted to get fucked. The Alpha mumbled something but the omega didn't understand. After he asked for a repeat and the killer just muttered again he tugged him back up by his hair. He was already dealing with multiple children and childish behaviors, he wouldn't put up with it from Dom no matter his actual age. When he met that red gaze again he tried to soften his annoyance. The guy was obviously nervous.

“Rut.”

“What?”

“Ya know ‘ow we waiting on ya ‘eat?” Dom flushed hotter.

“Duh. I don't think I'm there yet but maybe close. I mean shit when I wake up there's like a bucket of slick between my legs but I figured that was just cause you keep getting all- oh. Ooooh. Your cycle. You have a cycle too.” The man figured it out as he talked through it and it felt like a brick on his head. Of course he wasn't the only one with a hormone cycle and his fiancé hadn't had his since they met. “Is my body just reacting to yours then?” He didn't mean the question in a bad way, he always reacted to his lover but he could tell in the moment Dom took it wrong. “Don't you dare move. You know I didn't mean it like that.” He huffed and was surprised when his normally tame bitch growled at him. He was starting to think he could really get used to it, at least occasionally.

“So bloody sorry you wet for me.” Dom grumbled and his tone made something in Col’s mind want to go soft.

“Fuck you. I'm always wet for you, asshole.” Just because his instincts wanted him to go soft didn't mean he had to listen. Another part of him wanted to push the man into making him submit. It was so hard to get the killer to play rough with him and this felt like his chance. He just had to push the right buttons.

Dom smirked and nosed along his lover's jaw, nipping playfully at his mating mark. “Good omega. Better only be wet for me.”

“I dunno. There's a few pornstars that still turn me on.” He shrugged and got the death stare he wanted. “Look at you. So scared of your own rut you won't do anything to me. You'll ask me to present for you, won't you?”

That felt too much like saying Dom wasn't a good Alpha which bothered the part of him that wanted to kill James and protect his family. He forced himself not to get lost in the darkness though, he had more pressing matters to worry about. Mostly the puddle of slick making his boxers stick to them both, that was distracting as hell. “You'd say yes. I can feel ‘ow much you need me. Desperate. Needy cunt.” He cursed and felt his partner shiver below him. “But if you so sure of yourself…” He trailed off before kissing his lover roughly and hopping off of him.

Col stared up at the boy and felt himself shake. He needed him more than he could explain but he didn't want to be the first to break. He wanted to make Dom take him. He pushed himself out of bed and bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from speaking. He tried to just ignore the other and walk to the bathroom but he felt the weight of that gaze. At the last moment before he left the room he felt a hand grab his wrist and the Alpha pushed him forward and pressed him hard against the glass wall. The cold almost stung his skin but he tried not to whine, even when his mate lay flush against his back and grinded his cock against his ass. He fought to stay quiet. Dom pulled on his arm and it reminded them both of their first time. They'd had a moment almost exactly the same. He almost couldn't believe how far they'd come in that time but he didn't have time to be sweet. No, his mate obviously had plans for him.

“Get on the fucking sofa and present for me omega. I want him to watch me claim you.” The Alpha's voice was barely above a growl and it made Colson’s pussy wetter than he thought possible. “He doesn't fink I'm Alpha enough to protect you and our boys? I'll fucking show ‘im 'ow much of one I am.” Kells couldn't do more than nod and finally let a soft needy noise escape him. That he could do for his partner. For Dom's new mood he'd do a hell of a lot more.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🧡

James is turning up the heat but it seems like Dom's rut might be turning on Col's as well 🤭 Dom is getting very Alpha with all that's going on, I just wonder if it'll trigger Col's cycle or if they'll have multiple distractions. I told you they never stay apart long! Wonder what Jimmy will do with what's coming. Hope you're all still enjoying it! ❤️‍🔥🖤

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

So, he's repeating what the CDC did during the Obama administration. Like that worked so well.

[paintedxangels]

Ooh well of course gotta ask about her relationship with Mr White, 🌟

- @charlies-crushes

WALTER,,,, oh she hates that mf

this is a long one I’ve been dying to talk about. strap in

(entire series + movie spoilers btw in case that wasn’t obvious)

he’s on a permanent blacklist from her punk bar, she’s ordered her bodyguards/security team to escort him away (with force if necessary) on sight, and if she EVER runs into him it’d be with a gun in her hand. she knows his name, his previous occupation, his diagnosis, and where he lives, through Jesse.

she typically stays away from the crystal trade altogether though because of a deal she’d made with Gustavo to stay in their own trade’s lane at all times, but Walter is her exception. she’s heard from Jesse how Walter treats him and she despises it (even more so when she learns he was blackmailed into partnering with Walter and he doesn’t even get treated like a partner). she’s a lot like Gustavo in the way that she absolutely hates working around unpredictable people she has a hard time controlling, and Walter’s recklessness and overall idiocy when it comes to how the business works gets to her. she doesn’t feel like Jesse, nor any of Walter’s other associates, are safe in his presence. she’s highly supportive of Jesse’s little field trips with Mike & Gus because of this, as well as Jesse’s sobriety, because she believes a clear head means less leverage for Walter (and just because sobriety is a good thing for Jesse in general).

she likely wouldn’t meet him in the main story save for a couple passing glances (& probably a scene where he tries to show up at her bar to get Jesse & gets absolutely BODIED by her guards while she watches), or maybe a scene where Walter calls her just another ‘distraction’ for Jesse (which Jesse vehemently denies and says they’re ‘just friends’— which is only a partial lie), or hell maybe she tracks him down and kicks his ass for some reason when Gustavo dies. but she would absolutely NEVER work with him. ever. unless it came to saving Jesse (which could be interesting to explore at some point,,,,).

if Walter didn’t die the way he did in the finale, however, she 1000% would’ve murked him in El Camino on her & Jesse’s little revenge tour. probably in order to see if he’s got any leftover cash they can use for the vacuum guy, but that’s really just a thinly veiled excuse for her to finally kill him with her own hands. luckily that car gun of his got to him first.

but then again, where she draws the line, though, is family. she would never touch any of Walter’s family because that’s definitely against her own moral code, and would go as far as to provide for them financially in secret if she ever did actually kill off Walter. heavy on the punk rock morals— fuck the system, help those in need. especially those who have been kicked down and hurt before.

so yeah!! fuck that bald bitch fr

🌟 ask game here <3

[anthonybialy]

Trainee Presidents

Learn by the next shift that the pan is hot.  This is a popular time for scorched fingers.  America’s endured first-day idiocy for an entire term from a branch that should’ve had some idea how to run things when they started.  It’s tough for liberals to claim they’re openminded when they make the same mistakes constantly.  If you think smoking’s a tough bad habit to break, you should try no longer thinking executive orders lower prices.

There’s always some catch.  Why can’t money be worth the same no matter how many checks the Treasury sends for idling?  Similarly, Joe Biden fans claiming he’s experienced neglect how all that time has been spend doing nothing.  Someone born when World War II’s result remained in doubt has accumulated as much useful information as a rotten head of lettuce.  It costs 37 dollars.

There’s no practical application even if you risibly make the case that he’s accumulated a great deal of wisdom in what’s a ninth decade.  A clueless head of state has spent his life inflicting his unwillingness to heed useful lessons on everyone else.  Professional airhead Kamala Harris would keep making the same daily mistakes as the confetti-brained geezer, so continuity can be overrated. 

You’d figure mean corporate titans would want potential customers to have all the free funds they’d like.  Giving away money only makes us poorer if drinking martinis makes boozehounds thirsty.  We simply can’t print it fast enough.  Government is incapable of not meeting all our desires, so corporate greed must be to blame for how nobody can afford to drive to spend what used to be a rent payment on paper towels.  Their disdain for value is based in useful people gaining a couple bucks.

You selfishly refuse to have more taken from you.  It’s like you don’t ever want to be rich.  Getting someone else to offer payment sounds like a scam, so stay home and wait for your share.

More debt is always the answer regardless of the question.  Anyone who thinks governmental spending spurs good value can’t be enjoying a term where they’re getting every last thing they want.  At least they know how everyone else feels.  It’s cruel to not seize fortunes to be squandered by doltish vote-buying grifters.  America is on the dole.

Doing anything possible to not punish criminals reflects a steadfast commitment to injustice.  Principles are not automatically laudable.  An ideology committed to ducking personal responsibility naturally embraces felons.  Disappearing wallets can’t really surprise them.

It’s the item’s fault.  Villainizing implements offers a nice break from demonizing success.  Gun control will be effective once they’re able to break enchantment.  Biden White House witches serving as Voldemort’s proxies would ask J.K. Rowling for advice on how to destroy horcruxes, but they despise her guts for noting men cannot change into women with a magic spell.

Legalistic twits know why things are prohibited, namely because they’re written down.  One particular party enjoys pretending they can warp reality to their will by wording foolish bills in just the right way.  Their baffling excursions into control are not just defying the Constitution but more importantly what’s sensible about it.  Pondering just why these rules are in place is incomprehensible for those who think something is right because it’s enacted.

Smirking liberals mock religion to overcompensate for how their faith is never rewarded.  That’s what you get for believing daft dreck.  Federal zealots think a command to grant everyone insurance just took a law.  Nice health is simply a matter of politicians being brave enough to stand up to greed.  The same ones who break every constitutional aspect they can find believe adding restrictions will save us.

Democrats bizarrely want everyone coming to a country they think oppresses indigent minorities.  Come to this country illegally to show contempt for it while contributing less than nothing to respect it.

Math creates endless struggles for a faction that can’t add prices.  Every crime committed by an illegal immigrant as at minimum the second.  It’s apparently difficult to grasp how country crashers aren’t invited in the first place.  There’s deliberate confusion when evaders are classified as undocumented as if there were just some honest paperwork mishap in winning a game of border tag.

The world can only dole out so many examples.  Debt prevents endless entitlements, eventually.  A pending deadbeat meltdown still might not be enough for a president who’s been in politics for longer than most humans have been alive to grasp that mooching doesn’t make most people wealthy even though it worked for him.  Harris’s best case for Biden’s second term is that she’s just as dim.

The fill-in incumbent can’t stop setting bad examples.  Harris is continuing the tradition of spending and entire life in government only to never realize it sucks.  A little time in an industry that doesn’t involve swindling a percentage would’ve exposed Democratic contenders to productivity.  But any marginally cognizant human shouldn’t need outside experience to unearth how everyone else functions.

Harris is trying to catch up, sadly.  Biden lacks in empathy and every other worthwhile sense.  The disturbing lack of humanity began long before the traditional aging slide.  The president’s not allowed on the swings.

Reviewing what the oldest president ever needs to be taught would be insulting to a kindergartener of average intelligence.  There’s no real way to get stuff for free?  Well, that’s sad but good to know before first grade.

A 59-year-old substitute just needs more time.  Harris is continuing the legacy of maintaining ignorance.  Fretting about Biden’s rather high quantity of birthdays as he still wanders around his government-provided housing disregards how he knew precisely nothing half a century ago.  The biggest concern about his advanced age is never learning that his toxic notions poison.  Harris only trails by accident of birth year.  The technical president and the de facto replacement have always been steaming morons who’ve never improved, which is why the country isn’t, either.  

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

The Hawaii one I think needs more elaboration. You can apply for a permit to carry but it has to go through the police first. The problem is the police are notorious for taking a ridiculously long time to the point the firearms policy coalition has called them out on it. On top of that we have bullshit gun control laws on the state level and one that was instituted by the mayor a few years ago. It has not stopped gun crime since most of it is done by criminals. Usually at illegal game rooms (gambling dens) so yeah it's a criminal problem not a gun problem. Hawaii is not some gun rights utopia. Far from it sadly.

Open carry laws by state

[tchaikovskaya]

the way its all "guns dont kill people people kill people 🤪" rhetoric (yes even from the fucking left bc thats the goddamn underlying tenor and/or reasoning of "wuwuwwuwh but gun control will only hinder leftists fighting against fascists" idiocy) and then the way almost all mass* shootings that end without a su/icide (or a su/icide by cop) end with non-lethal force from a bystander.... shut the fuck up like pls bffr

*3+ fatalities (including the shooter himself** by convention) [plus usually many more serious injuries]

**no not only men are mass shooters but effectively all of them are when u ignore outliers shut the fuck up u know this too

[fan-randomness-mess]

Sort of sad they didn't lean more into the Addams' criminal, villanous ways in the show.

It's true that in the original series they weren't particularly criminally inclined. Sure, they liked spooky, creepy things and had unusuals feelings about aesthetics, but they still were pretty socially adapted and were welcoming to both doctors and police when they came knocking. True, they were welcoming to robbers and thieves too, and they joked about murder, usually one in wich a family member had been the victim, but they didn't participate in it, as far as I can remember. I'm also pretty sure the original Addam's would have taken offense if someone tried to murder anyone in their neighbourhood.

But in the 90's movies they've always been more open about criminality and their "upside-down" morality. Just remember Tish's comment to Debbie.

I'm pretty sure that the 90's Addams have commited murder and prided themselves on the fact. Just ask Morticia about the literality of their family motto. And, in my case, I would have loved to see that version of Wednesday in the series. A Wednesday that didn't try to stop the Hide but set out to become it's master (and maybe SO). A Wednesday that wasn't afraid of a prophecy about how she would be the school's doom, but thrilled and ready to get down to business much to the headmistress woe, who spends the whole series doing damage-control of her bomb-setting schemes. A Wednesday that when faced with the Gates' and Crackstone's bullshit goes full NBC's Hannibal Lecter on their asses, not just for being self-righteous bigots and hipocritical fanatics, but because, how dare they try to hurt her family and fellow students? Her family, the family only she has the right to torture. Her fellow students, who only she, who has endured their idiocy, deserves to burn to a crisp. And a Wednesday that gets incredibly grumpy about how those stupid pilgrim-faced assholes have forced her to save the moronic, hipocritical, normative and not-so-koky-ooky-and-spooky students from them, instead of feeding those pubescent illiterates to her pet octopus.

Also, in this version of the Addams the Garret debacle is cut short, because not only does Wednesday know all about it, but she is done with that shit. She's been listening to it every murder-anniversary, wedding-anniversary, Valentines Day and bed time, cause it's the tale of her parents devotion to each other. Gomez's devotion in taking the fall for Tish, and Morticia's devotion by breaking him out of jail and forgiving him for jumping the gun and killing her stalker when she already was handling it with grandmamà nightshade poison recipe.

[oww666]

Commiefornia and its commie leader ...your next president ...gruesome newsom at work trying to impose their idiocy on the rest of the country ...cause you KNOW their idea of gun control has worked SO WELL in commiefornia

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

This is annoying since most if not all gun control laws were made to oppress minorities like the Mulford Act did with the Black Panthers. Yet, many of these gun control idiots who are part of these minority groups want to oppress themselves. Even though this would aslo fuck over their fellow minorities. So, yes why indeed?

If liberals and gays and trans people started arming themselves I bet we could get gun control passed real quick

[waitmyturtles]

Um, WOW, okay, ha -- I did NOT see an Ohm-and-Film fight scene happening in my lifetime. Thoughts on Double Savage, episode 7: 

1) I wrote this morning that I’m just beginning to dive into New Siwaj’s oeuvre, and I’m wondering for this screenplay, if New Siwaj is really New Siwaj-ing himself here. The writing in this episode was choppy at best. Vignette after vignette with not the most connective tissue. 

I’m not convinced by Win’s continued and growing intensity against Korn -- although I like that Korn finally talked back, but again, without context (unless he was commenting on Win’s sheer IDIOCY for flashing a gun at a funeral, which fucking makes TOTAL sense). 

We’re also not getting enough of WHY Rung would make such a drastic change in her life to go to the same life that Korn is living. Plus, she knows something about her parents that we don’t, I think, but that’s also not made entirely clear.

With that crazy-ass test at the end, along with the previews for episode 8, I am thinking that episode 7 can’t stand alone without episode 8 (Li taking care of Ah’s wound?! What?). Anyway. 

2) Back to Win for a second. Does he continue to spiral because of the pressures at work? He’s clearly NOT getting pressure from his (very good-looking, cough) superiors to, like, arrest his own brother. 

I’m trying to figure out if there’s supposed to be a parallel between Win’s temper and his father’s temper. A patriarchially-inspired temper, basically given unto a man through societal expectations and not through, say, merit or empathic love for his family.

I mean, in other words, Win’s fuckin’ it up left and right, but I honestly am not sure how convincing it is on screen. UNLESS -- because he’s written so choppily -- if he’s MEANT to come off as inconsistent and terribly weak, then THAT’S working. That’s REALLY working. (Again, this might be New New-ing himself -- using an unfamiliar order of operations to make a character look like a fucking lame ass.)

One thing that I can think of on Win’s part is that Win never HAD to learn how to control his temper, the way Korn had to, in order to survive during their childhood. Win received all the praise. We continue to see it in the previews for tomorrow’s episode. Win hasn’t learned self-control -- and we see it emanating.

3) You know what I liked the best of this episode? (Besides Film’s drip, which WE’LL GET TO IN A SECOND.) 

I liked that the mother finally, FINALLY SAID to Win: “But why are you acting like you don’t know why [Korn] chose [his way of life]?”

And petty Win retorts: “You’re taking his side like you’ve always done.”

Come awn, Win. Maybe THAT’S what’s missing for me.

Win clearly understood the trauma of what his family was facing when they were younger. I think I’m realizing that I don’t believe, convincingly, that Win has TOTALLY forgotten it. I wrote last week that what Win is the most influenced by, at this adult time of his life, is the extrasocial factor of jealousy that’s driving his worldview. 

But I appreciate his mom calling him out for straight-up FORGETTING that it was patriarchal ABUSE that caused all of this. His mom is like -- COME AWN. YOU KNOW THIS. And you used to love your brother so much.

And Win is like, aw, Ma, I’m a tired old man, wah wah, I’m going home.

Weak ass. I mean, again, if the writing is SUPPOSED to shape Win like this, then great job. But I think the writing (COME ON, NEW) could have been a lot sharper and more convincing. Perth is like, electric with talent in this and could have had a lot more to work with.

4) Quick note on Korn. Korn’s failing in life is that he lacks subtlety, and I think Ah is taking advantage of it. Korn would be a much smarter and wiser person -- and maybe he’s gonna get there with Rung back at his side -- if he could be more sophisticated about the life he’s living and the illegal things he’s doing. He’s still holding onto a child’s black-and-white perspective, like almost everyone else around him (EXCEPT Ah, Mek, and Rung) -- and I wonder if his maturing into the gray is going to be a storyline for the rest of the series.

5) I have thoughts on the Asian compulsions for saving face and playing the blame game vis à vis Korn’s father, but I might save those for tomorrow -- I’ve been crazy writing the last couple of days. Let me just say this about Korn’s dad, and that interaction they had in the apartment. 

I understood it all. Very unfortunately. As HORRIBLY as that dad has treated Korn for the entirety of Korn’s life, I understood why Korn continued to help his dad, even when his dad went silent. I have that filial piety guilt on me every minute of every day. 

Seeing the dad shed a tear was a touch of karmic satisfaction, but it didn’t make me happy. Ugh. It was painful to watch. 

6) Let’s appreciate Film’s leather-and-eyeliner era. And those CARGO SWEATPANTS! And MOCK TURTLENECK gym shirt! I will submit a request to GMMTV to please get Film some muscle tees and a strength trainer, because I’d like to see some poppin’ biceps on my girl. I LOVE YOU, FILM, I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH.

7) Finally, I just want to note that I have previously loved Foei in the few shows of his that I’ve watched on GMMTV (most notably Dirty Laundry, which I was obsessed with; his work in 10 Years Ticket, and the few episodes of Midnight Museum that I watched), and I’m really fucking horrified and disappointed by his social media behavior this weekend.