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3d-wifey · 3 years

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kenma doin like a twitch stream on face cam w reader bein a cxckwarmer and j him fuckin around w u or somethin pwease

Cyber Sex

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x Reader

Synopsis: You and Kenma play a little game while he streams.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Among Us, c!ckwarming, exhibitionism (technically public smex), & smut in general

A/N: So, typically when people play group games like Among Us, they use Discord to talk to each other. So there's an audio for Discord servers that's completely separate from the audio used for streams or videos being recorded. This is very important to remember.

Not every idea is a good idea. Some seemed great in therory, but were complete dog-shit in practice. You were a pretty competitive person. Now, mix that competitiveness with a dash of horny, you get completely misplaced confidence.

You had innocently suggested a friendly competition to see who would break first. You had assumed you would just ride him during a movie or both of you would wear vibrators or something. But that wasn't enough for Kenma.

It may not seem like it at first glance (or second glance), but Kenma is competitive too. That competitive streak especially came out in things he was interested in. Volleyball, gaming, and, apparently, getting his dick wet.

Which led you to your current predicament.

Now, here you were, sitting on Kenma's lap and bare from the waist down, far less confident. He had his stream set up on his desktop, the camera focused on your faces but cut off at your shoulders.

"Yeah, my girlfriend is gonna be sitting in on this stream," he explained to the chat, slender fingers playing on the inside of your thigh, "No, she isn't playing with us. She's just gonna watch."

You kept your eyes low on the screen, feigning like you were concentrated on the flying chat, but you were really focused on keeping your hips still. Honestly, even if you weren't sitting on a dick, it was going way too fast for you to keep up with what was on screen. You had no idea how Kenma did it.

"Yeah, she is, isn't she? Chat says you're pretty," you jumped in surprise when he tapped the side of your face, making it even harder not to grind down, "What do you say, pretty girl?"

You typically never did this. Current situation aside, Kenma didn't usually like you watching him stream. Something about you being a distraction, and as he adjusted in his seat, pushing himself further into you, you definitely understood what he meant. You fidgeted with your hands, struggling to keep your composure.

"T...thank you, chat." The small pause was apparently noticeable to the viewers and you were able to catch some of the comments flying by.

'Did y'all catch that "pretty girl" 😳?'

'of course his gf is as pretty as him, i never stood a chance 😒"

'She seems so nervous :('

God, if they only knew why.

"Me and some of the guys are gonna play a couple rounds of Among Us. It should be a shorter stream."

"No," you almost broke skin biting into your lip as his pointer finger ghosted over your clit, "We're doing proximity chat."

He multitasked while he waited for the lobby to fill up, splitting his attention between talking to the chat and teasing your slit.

The teasing touches continued until the first round started up. At that point, Kenma had shifted his focus to the game. You weren't sure how many rounds of Kenma killing and being killed—all while you involuntarily clenched aroynd him—you watched before he decided to turn his attention back to you.

Your heartbeat picked up in speed as you watched him discreetly move the mouse over and cut the camera.

He wasted no time fucking into from below, you were on barrowed time. But before you could even release a whine, his hand shot to your mouth. His long fingers slipped past your lips to press down on your tounge, not minding the spit that dripped between his fingers.

He folded one arm over your chest, tucked under your armpits to get a better grip on you. You briefly awed at his strength as he used his hold to push you into each of his thrust.

You wondered if the mic could pick up on the sounds of your arousal. What would his fans think if they saw him like this? Knuckle deep in your mouth as he pistoned into your puffy cunt. The idea of thousands of people watching you get fucked stupid made your walls flutter.

You were woman enough to admit when you were beaten. You were losing and losing fast. But if you were going down, you would go down with your dignity, damn it. You would not be the only one effected.

You knew exactly how to get him.

You ran your tounge along the calloused pads of his fingers, sucking the digits further into your mouth. You made sure to coat each finger in a generous amount of saliva before hollowing your cheeks around them. You were sloppy, drool trickling between his fingers, just like you would have been if you were blowing him.

"Shit." His hips stilled as he panted against your neck. You were more than a little disappointed when he removed his fingers from your mouth and turned the camera back on.

"Sorry, guys. My camera cut out for a second." And just like that, he went back to gaming, like nothing happened. But if him twitching inside of you was anything to go by, he only stopped for his sake.

You don't know how long you watched those stupid little characters run around that stupid little screen, but it must have been long enough for Kenma to get impatient. Which was good for you since it wouldn't have been long before you began to well and truly crack.

He didn't end the stream like you thought he would. No, instead he grinded into you.

The pace he set was agonizingly slow. The movement going unnoticed by the camera, but the lazy shifting of Kenma's hips almost had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and made butterflies settle high in your stomach.

You didn't know how long it went on for; it could have been minutes, but it felt like hours. Hours of grinding back and forth that was definitely leaving a wet spot on Kenma's lap.

You twisted your hips is a semi-circle, and stopped—only for a second—when his hand shot to your waist. But you could only be dangled over the edge for so long before you fell.

You spread your legs wider, propping your feet on Kenma's. You were still only framed from the shoulders up on camera, but you didn't care if they did see you at this point. You circled your middle and ring fingers over your clit, nails brushing his cock on each swipe down.

You clenched around him, tightening with each pass of your own fingers. You managed to keep your face relatively blank, but you couldn't stop your body from trembling. Kenma took your walls attempting to milk him with a grunt and a shudder. He attempted to speak but was cut off when he twitched inside of you.

You locked your ankles around his and rocked back and forth, desperate for some kind of friction inside of you. You leaned forward, placing both hands on his knees and let out a breathy whine when he instinctively bucked into you. You didn't care anymore and you were sure some of the people in the chat were catching on.

You kept going, becoming more brazen with each sway of your hips until he did something you were silently pleading he would do since this whole thing started.

He ended the stream.

There was no fanfare, no outro. One second he's interacting with the chat, the next he's clicking the red square on the corner of the screen and ending the stream.

He was uncharacteristically eager and you could tell by how he handled you. You barley had time to catch yourself on his desk, fingers spread on either side of the gaming keyboard, before he was pushing into you. Each thrust pushed you further and further to the ledge.

You were close and he knew—he always knew—and you cursed yourself for being so damn transparent as he slowed his thrust down, holding your hips against the desk to keep you still.

"Come on, pretty girl. You can't be this close already. It was your idea to have the competition in the first place."

"That was b-before," a particularly hard thrust made your breath hitch, "I knew how unfair you'd play." You weren't the omly one effected. His moans were soft and breathy, something you would have missed if you weren't looking for them.

"That's right. Fuck back against me," your hands shook as you strained to meet each of his thrust, "You're my good little cocksleeve, aren't you? Fuck--ngh."

"Yes. 'M your cocksleeve, please, please, please." You weren't sure what you were begging for anymore, but Kenma somehow understood perfectly.

His body heat made you shiver as he leaned over to lick at your sweaty neck, trailing his lips up and nipping at your jaw. You were sure he was going to kiss you, but he stopped his trek up your cheek to laugh.

You were too caught up to wonder what could be so funny at a time like this, but that was before he placed his gaming headphones over your ears—all without a single hiccup in his thrusts. It took a while for you to hear over your own moans in addition to the blood rushing in your ears, but once you did, the butterflies in your stomach dropped dead.

He never muted the discord.

All at once, the voices rushed in over the call.

"Kenma, mute your mic!"

"Can someone just fuckin' kill him?"

"I CAN'T, HE'S THE OTHER IMPOSTER!"

"KICK HIM FROM THE PARTY!"

"I knew Kenma was a little weirdo, but this is wild."

His thrusts faltered in speed, but not in power. He slowed down, making sure you felt every ridge and vein rubbing against you.

"You're so pretty like this. All dumb from my cock and I barely started," his fingers were warm across your back as he pushed you further into the desk, "Tell them how good you feel. Tell them."

"This video is definitely getting demonetized."

"Twitch ended my fucking stream because of you."

"I didn't think this stuff happened outside of porn."

A fire, starting low in your belly, gradually grew with each drag of him against your walls. Instead of speaking you managed a shaky moan into the mic, having lost the brainpower to form a coherent sentence.

His soft fingers trailed down your stomach to rub at your swollen clit before you came with a high keen that you tried, and failed, to muffle with your hand.

"I can't tell if that's Kenma or Y/n."

"Guys, if I'm being completely honest, that was pretty hot."

"I'm not even gonna edit this out. I-I'm just gonna leave it in."

"I will be blocking both of you from this moment onwards. Do not try to contact me."

"This is the single worst things that's ever happened to me."

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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Trouble Is Your Middle Name

Dominic Toretto x Sister Reader

A/N this is my fic for Fanfic Friday

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This Months Writing

There were two rules you had, two rules your half brother gave you when he promised to take you in when you had nowhere else to go.

Rule One you kept up with your studying, just because you had the surname Toretto didn’t mean you could slack off, he wanted the best for you and not to end up like him or the rest of the family.

Rule two was you would keep out of trouble. Stay off the police radar and keep your head clean.

The first rule was easy and you were keeping your grades up and would be ready to sit the Bar soon enough, becoming the first lawyer within the family. But the second rule was hard, you grew up around cars and the fast life so it was in your blood.

It had been a long and exhausting week of studying and you needed a break, before you exploded. So as you climbed into the driver's seat of your Hellcat you went into auto pilot, cruising through the streets until you found an empty parking lot. You needed to let some steam off, it was late so you were less likely to get caught, or that’s what you thought. Little did you know you had a cop following you ever since you left the campus library.

A few burnouts and donuts never hurt anyone.

There was something about throwing the car about that made you feel free, the smell of burning rubber was one of the best smells and you found it relaxing. There was no doubt that you were a Toretto, it didn’t matter that you didn’t have the same mother as Dom and Mia, all that mattered was the Toretto blood than ran threw your veins.

You were in your own little world as you tore up the car park, leaving tyre marks as you went, to even notice the cop had put his lights on. It was only when you heard the blip of his siren you knew you were fucked. And you had broken rule number two.

“Fuck,” you mumbled bringing the car to a stop, killing the engine before slowly climbing out of the car.

“Should have known it would have been a Toretto,” the cop scoffed, instantly getting your back up.

“Talk about pre-judgement,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What was that Toretto?” The cop spat.

“Nothing,” you shrugged. “Look can I just go and we pretend this never happened?”

“I’ve been watching you all night, ever since you left campus, so far I can do you for speeding, reckless driving, criminal damage, and I’m sure if I looked probably illegal modifications,” he said, puffing his chest out.

“Look, do what you gotta do, I need to know what’s happening with the car so I can arrange a lift,” you said calmly, when inside you were panicking. You knew Dom was going to flip.

“I’m tempted to seize the car,” he laughed.

“Do it,” you shrugged, pulling your phone out, looking for Dom’s name, hitting call.

Within three rings he answered.

“You do realise the time right?” He laughed.

“Yeah I do but I need you, look don’t flip out but I went to let off some steam in an empty parking lot,” you sighed, “turns out a cop followed me from the campus and is tryna do me for so many things. And is now threatening to seize the hellcat.”

“Fuck sake, Y/N. What did I say?” Dom shouted.

“I know I broke rule two and I’m sorry okay.” You mumbled. “Just please come down, I don’t like the look of this cop, he is giving me the creeps.”

“Say no more kiddo, I’m on my way, ping me your location.” Dom said softly, he knew you didn’t get scared or creeped out often so he trusted your feelings. “I will bring the busta as well. Don’t worry.”

It didn’t take long before you heard the sound of Dom and Brian speeding down the street, pulling into the parking lot, parking with your car.

Dom jumped out the car, instantly pulling you into his arms. It didn’t matter that you were half siblings, neither of you saw each other as that. You were blood and he was going to do anything he could to keep you safe.

“Has he touched you?” He asked.

“No, thank god,” you whispered looking up at him. “I’m sorry, I should have come straight home.”

“It’s fine kiddo, I know you are stressed.” Dom smiled softly, kissing the top of your head, before letting you go.

“Oh so I see you called your half brother,” the cop laughed, “thought you were meant to be a Toretto?”

“You wanna shut your fucking mouth officer,” Dom snapped, pushing you behind him. “I mean is it that slow of a night that you have to follow a young woman and keep her blocked in a parking lot at eleven pm?”

“She was breaking the law,” the officer shrugged, “and just one look at her car tells me that it’s been illegally modified,”

“Well I’ve just had a walk around your car and I can find at least three different violations,” Brian said calmly. “For starters your tyres are bald, you have a brake light out, and the window wiper is broken, that is just from walking around the car.”

“What would your chief say if we reported you?” Dom said, “told him all the issues with your car and how you made a young woman feel uncomfortable. I’m not quite sure that would go down well.”

“Dom my dash cam is still recording,” you whispered.

“And we have proof,” Dom laughed, stepping closer to the cop. “So here is what’s gonna happen, you are going to climb back into your squad car and drive off, pretending that this never happened, that my little sister was never here.”

“But she obviously was here,” the cop laughed.

“I mean it’s our word against yours, these tyre marks could have been from anyone,” Brian shrugged, “and plus Y/N has been with me working on my car.”

“Fine,” the cop huffed, “but if I catch you driving so much one mile an hour over the speed limit I will be coming for you.”

“And then I will just come after you and send this little video to your chief.” Dom hissed. “Now get the fuck out of here and go you know, be a police officer.”

The three of you stood there, watching as he pulled out of the parking lot, driving off into the distance.

“Thank you,” you whispered, hugging Dom. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble.”

“You are kidding right?” Dom laughed, “Trouble is your middle name”

“So you aren’t mad?” You asked looking up at him.

“What is there to be mad about? You were never here remember,” Dom laughed, “Now come on let’s get you home.”

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blackwoolncrown · 4 years

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”This essay has been kicking around in my head for years now and I’ve never felt confident enough to write it. It’s a time in my life I’m ashamed of. It’s a time that I hurt people and, through inaction, allowed others to be hurt. It’s a time that I acted as a violent agent of capitalism and white supremacy. Under the guise of public safety, I personally ruined people’s lives but in so doing, made the public no safer… so did the family members and close friends of mine who also bore the badge alongside me.

But enough is enough.

The reforms aren’t working. Incrementalism isn’t happening. Unarmed Black, indigenous, and people of color are being killed by cops in the streets and the police are savagely attacking the people protesting these murders.

American policing is a thick blue tumor strangling the life from our communities and if you don’t believe it when the poor and the marginalized say it, if you don’t believe it when you see cops across the country shooting journalists with less-lethal bullets and caustic chemicals, maybe you’ll believe it when you hear it straight from the pig’s mouth.”

>>Copied here in case anyone gets paywalled when they click the above. The full article is...a lot.<<

WHY AM I WRITING THIS

As someone who went through the training, hiring, and socialization of a career in law enforcement, I wanted to give a first-hand account of why I believe police officers are the way they are. Not to excuse their behavior, but to explain it and to indict the structures that perpetuate it.

I believe that if everyone understood how we’re trained and brought up in the profession, it would inform the demands our communities should be making of a new way of community safety. If I tell you how we were made, I hope it will empower you to unmake us.

One of the other reasons I’ve struggled to write this essay is that I don’t want to center the conversation on myself and my big salty boo-hoo feelings about my bad choices. It’s a toxic white impulse to see atrocities and think “How can I make this about me?” So, I hope you’ll take me at my word that this account isn’t meant to highlight me, but rather the hundred thousand of me in every city in the country. It’s about the structure that made me (that I chose to pollute myself with) and it’s my meager contribution to the cause of radical justice.

YES, ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS

I was a police officer in a major metropolitan area in California with a predominantly poor, non-white population (with a large proportion of first-generation immigrants). One night during briefing, our watch commander told us that the city council had requested a new zero tolerance policy. Against murderers, drug dealers, or child predators?

No, against homeless people collecting cans from recycling bins.

See, the city had some kickback deal with the waste management company where waste management got paid by the government for our expected tonnage of recycling. When homeless people “stole” that recycling from the waste management company, they were putting that cheaper contract in peril. So, we were to arrest as many recyclers as we could find.

Even for me, this was a stupid policy and I promptly blew Sarge off. But a few hours later, Sarge called me over to assist him. He was detaining a 70 year old immigrant who spoke no English, who he’d seen picking a coke can out of a trash bin. He ordered me to arrest her for stealing trash. I said, “Sarge, c’mon, she’s an old lady.” He said, “I don’t give a shit. Hook her up, that’s an order.” And… I did. She cried the entire way to the station and all through the booking process. I couldn’t even comfort her because I didn’t speak Spanish. I felt disgusting but I was ordered to make this arrest and I wasn’t willing to lose my job for her.

If you’re tempted to feel sympathy for me, don’t. I used to happily hassle the homeless under other circumstances. I researched obscure penal codes so I could arrest people in homeless encampments for lesser known crimes like “remaining too close to railroad property” (369i of the California Penal Code). I used to call it “planting warrant seeds” since I knew they wouldn’t make their court dates and we could arrest them again and again for warrant violations.

We used to have informal contests for who could cite or arrest someone for the weirdest law. DUI on a bicycle, non-regulation number of brooms on your tow truck (27700(a)(1) of the California Vehicle Code)… shit like that. For me, police work was a logic puzzle for arresting people, regardless of their actual threat to the community. As ashamed as I am to admit it, it needs to be said: stripping people of their freedom felt like a game to me for many years.

I know what you’re going to ask: did I ever plant drugs? Did I ever plant a gun on someone? Did I ever make a false arrest or file a false report? Believe it or not, the answer is no. Cheating was no fun, I liked to get my stats the “legitimate” way. But I knew officers who kept a little baggie of whatever or maybe a pocket knife that was a little too big in their war bags (yeah, we called our dufflebags “war bags”…). Did I ever tell anybody about it? No I did not. Did I ever confess my suspicions when cocaine suddenly showed up in a gang member’s jacket? No I did not.

In fact, let me tell you about an extremely formative experience: in my police academy class, we had a clique of around six trainees who routinely bullied and harassed other students: intentionally scuffing another trainee’s shoes to get them in trouble during inspection, sexually harassing female trainees, cracking racist jokes, and so on. Every quarter, we were to write anonymous evaluations of our squadmates. I wrote scathing accounts of their behavior, thinking I was helping keep bad apples out of law enforcement and believing I would be protected. Instead, the academy staff read my complaints to them out loud and outed me to them and never punished them, causing me to get harassed for the rest of my academy class. That’s how I learned that even police leadership hates rats. That’s why no one is “changing things from the inside.” They can’t, the structure won’t allow it.

And that’s the point of what I’m telling you. Whether you were my sergeant, legally harassing an old woman, me, legally harassing our residents, my fellow trainees bullying the rest of us, or “the bad apples” illegally harassing “shitbags”, we were all in it together. I knew cops that pulled women over to flirt with them. I knew cops who would pepper spray sleeping bags so that homeless people would have to throw them away. I knew cops that intentionally provoked anger in suspects so they could claim they were assaulted. I was particularly good at winding people up verbally until they lashed out so I could fight them. Nobody spoke out. Nobody stood up. Nobody betrayed the code.

None of us protected the people (you) from bad cops.

This is why “All cops are bastards.” Even your uncle, even your cousin, even your mom, even your brother, even your best friend, even your spouse, even me. Because even if they wouldn’t Do The Thing themselves, they will almost never rat out another officer who Does The Thing, much less stop it from happening.

BASTARD 101

I could write an entire book of the awful things I’ve done, seen done, and heard others bragging about doing. But, to me, the bigger question is “How did it get this way?”. While I was a police officer in a city 30 miles from where I lived, many of my fellow officers were from the community and treated their neighbors just as badly as I did. While every cop’s individual biases come into play, it’s the profession itself that is toxic, and it starts from day 1 of training.

Every police academy is different but all of them share certain features: taught by old cops, run like a paramilitary bootcamp, strong emphasis on protecting yourself more than anyone else. The majority of my time in the academy was spent doing aggressive physical training and watching video after video after video of police officers being murdered on duty.

I want to highlight this: nearly everyone coming into law enforcement is bombarded with dash cam footage of police officers being ambushed and killed. Over and over and over. Colorless VHS mortality plays, cops screaming for help over their radios, their bodies going limp as a pair of tail lights speed away into a grainy black horizon. In my case, with commentary from an old racist cop who used to brag about assaulting Black Panthers.

To understand why all cops are bastards, you need to understand one of the things almost every training officer told me when it came to using force:

“I’d rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6.”

Meaning, “I’ll take my chances in court rather than risk getting hurt”. We’re able to think that way because police unions are extremely overpowered and because of the generous concept of Qualified Immunity, a legal theory which says a cop generally can’t be held personally liable for mistakes they make doing their job in an official capacity.

When you look at the actions of the officers who killed George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, David McAtee, Mike Brown, Tamir Rice, Philando Castile, Eric Garner, or Freddie Gray, remember that they, like me, were trained to recite “I’d rather be judged by 12” as a mantra. Even if Mistakes Were Made™, the city (meaning the taxpayers, meaning you) pays the settlement, not the officer.

Once police training has - through repetition, indoctrination, and violent spectacle - promised officers that everyone in the world is out to kill them, the next lesson is that your partners are the only people protecting you. Occasionally, this is even true: I’ve had encounters turn on me rapidly to the point I legitimately thought I was going to die, only to have other officers come and turn the tables.

One of the most important thought leaders in law enforcement is Col. Dave Grossman, a “killologist” who wrote an essay called “Sheep, Wolves, and Sheepdogs”. Cops are the sheepdogs, bad guys are the wolves, and the citizens are the sheep (!). Col. Grossman makes sure to mention that to a stupid sheep, sheepdogs look more like wolves than sheep, and that’s why they dislike you.

This “they hate you for protecting them and only I love you, only I can protect you” tactic is familiar to students of abuse. It’s what abusers do to coerce their victims into isolation, pulling them away from friends and family and ensnaring them in the abuser’s toxic web. Law enforcement does this too, pitting the officer against civilians. “They don’t understand what you do, they don’t respect your sacrifice, they just want to get away with crimes. You’re only safe with us.”

I think the Wolves vs. Sheepdogs dynamic is one of the most important elements as to why officers behave the way they do. Every single second of my training, I was told that criminals were not a legitimate part of their community, that they were individual bad actors, and that their bad actions were solely the result of their inherent criminality. Any concept of systemic trauma, generational poverty, or white supremacist oppression was either never mentioned or simply dismissed. After all, most people don’t steal, so anyone who does isn’t “most people,” right? To us, anyone committing a crime deserved anything that happened to them because they broke the “social contract.” And yet, it was never even a question as to whether the power structure above them was honoring any sort of contract back.

Understand: Police officers are part of the state monopoly on violence and all police training reinforces this monopoly as a cornerstone of police work, a source of honor and pride. Many cops fantasize about getting to kill someone in the line of duty, egged on by others that have. One of my training officers told me about the time he shot and killed a mentally ill homeless man wielding a big stick. He bragged that he “slept like a baby” that night. Official training teaches you how to be violent effectively and when you’re legally allowed to deploy that violence, but “unofficial training” teaches you to desire violence, to expand the breadth of your violence without getting caught, and to erode your own compassion for desperate people so you can justify punitive violence against them.

HOW TO BE A BASTARD

I have participated in some of these activities personally, others are ones I either witnessed personally or heard officers brag about openly. Very, very occasionally, I knew an officer who was disciplined or fired for one of these things.

Police officers will lie about the law, about what’s illegal, or about what they can legally do to you in order to manipulate you into doing what they want.

Police officers will lie about feeling afraid for their life to justify a use of force after the fact.

Police officers will lie and tell you they’ll file a police report just to get you off their back.

Police officers will lie that your cooperation will “look good for you” in court, or that they will “put in a good word for you with the DA.” The police will never help you look good in court.

Police officers will lie about what they see and hear to access private property to conduct unlawful searches.

Police officers will lie and say your friend already ratted you out, so you might as well rat them back out. This is almost never true.

Police officers will lie and say you’re not in trouble in order to get you to exit a location or otherwise make an arrest more convenient for them.

Police officers will lie and say that they won’t arrest you if you’ll just “be honest with them” so they know what really happened.

Police officers will lie about their ability to seize the property of friends and family members to coerce a confession.

Police officers will write obviously bullshit tickets so that they get time-and-a-half overtime fighting them in court.

Police officers will search places and containers you didn’t consent to and later claim they were open or “smelled like marijuana”.

Police officers will threaten you with a more serious crime they can’t prove in order to convince you to confess to the lesser crime they really want you for.

Police officers will employ zero tolerance on races and ethnicities they dislike and show favor and lenience to members of their own group.

Police officers will use intentionally extra-painful maneuvers and holds during an arrest to provoke “resistance” so they can further assault the suspect.

Some police officers will plant drugs and weapons on you, sometimes to teach you a lesson, sometimes if they kill you somewhere away from public view.

Some police officers will assault you to intimidate you and threaten to arrest you if you tell anyone.

A non-trivial number of police officers will steal from your house or vehicle during a search.

A non-trivial number of police officers commit intimate partner violence and use their status to get away with it.

A non-trivial number of police officers use their position to entice, coerce, or force sexual favors from vulnerable people.

If you take nothing else away from this essay, I want you to tattoo this onto your brain forever: if a police officer is telling you something, it is probably a lie designed to gain your compliance.

Do not talk to cops and never, ever believe them. Do not “try to be helpful” with cops. Do not assume they are trying to catch someone else instead of you. Do not assume what they are doing is “important” or even legal. Under no circumstances assume any police officer is acting in good faith.

Also, and this is important, do not talk to cops.

I just remembered something, do not talk to cops.

Checking my notes real quick, something jumped out at me:

not

fucking

talk

cops.

Ever.

Say, “I don’t answer questions,” and ask if you’re free to leave; if so, leave. If not, tell them you want your lawyer and that, per the Supreme Court, they must terminate questioning. If they don’t, file a complaint and collect some badges for your mantle.

DO THE BASTARDS EVER HELP?

During my tenure in law enforcement, I protected women from domestic abusers, arrested cold-blooded murderers and child molesters, and comforted families who lost children to car accidents and other tragedies. I helped connect struggling people in my community with local resources for food, shelter, and counseling. I deescalated situations that could have turned violent and talked a lot of people down from making the biggest mistake of their lives. I worked with plenty of officers who were individually kind, bought food for homeless residents, or otherwise showed care for their community.

The question is this: did I need a gun and sweeping police powers to help the average person on the average night? The answer is no. When I was doing my best work as a cop, I was doing mediocre work as a therapist or a social worker. My good deeds were listening to people failed by the system and trying to unite them with any crumbs of resources the structure was currently denying them.

It’s also important to note that well over 90% of the calls for service I handled were reactive, showing up well after a crime had taken place. We would arrive, take a statement, collect evidence (if any), file the report, and onto the next caper. Most “active” crimes we stopped were someone harmless possessing or selling a small amount of drugs. Very, very rarely would we stop something dangerous in progress or stop something from happening entirely. The closest we could usually get was seeing someone running away from the scene of a crime, but the damage was still done.

And consider this: my job as a police officer required me to be a marriage counselor, a mental health crisis professional, a conflict negotiator, a social worker, a child advocate, a traffic safety expert, a sexual assault specialist, and, every once in awhile, a public safety officer authorized to use force, all after only a 1000 hours of training at a police academy. Does the person we send to catch a robber also need to be the person we send to interview a rape victim or document a fender bender? Should one profession be expected to do all that important community care (with very little training) all at the same time?

To put this another way: I made double the salary most social workers made to do a fraction of what they could do to mitigate the causes of crimes and desperation. I can count very few times my monopoly on state violence actually made our citizens safer, and even then, it’s hard to say better-funded social safety nets and dozens of other community care specialists wouldn’t have prevented a problem before it started.

Armed, indoctrinated (and dare I say, traumatized) cops do not make you safer; community mutual aid networks who can unite other people with the resources they need to stay fed, clothed, and housed make you safer. I really want to hammer this home: every cop in your neighborhood is damaged by their training, emboldened by their immunity, and they have a gun and the ability to take your life with near-impunity. This does not make you safer, even if you’re white.

HOW DO YOU SOLVE A PROBLEM LIKE A BASTARD?

So what do we do about it? Even though I’m an expert on bastardism, I am not a public policy expert nor an expert in organizing a post-police society. So, before I give some suggestions, let me tell you what probably won’t solve the problem of bastard cops:

Increased “bias” training. A quarterly or even monthly training session is not capable of covering over years of trauma-based camaraderie in police forces. I can tell you from experience, we don’t take it seriously, the proctors let us cheat on whatever “tests” there are, and we all made fun of it later over coffee.

Tougher laws. I hope you understand by now, cops do not follow the law and will not hold each other accountable to the law. Tougher laws are all the more reason to circle the wagons and protect your brothers and sisters.

More community policing programs. Yes, there is a marginal effect when a few cops get to know members of the community, but look at the protests of 2020: many of the cops pepper-spraying journalists were probably the nice school cop a month ago.

Police officers do not protect and serve people, they protect and serve the status quo, “polite society”, and private property. Using the incremental mechanisms of the status quo will never reform the police because the status quo relies on police violence to exist. Capitalism requires a permanent underclass to exploit for cheap labor and it requires the cops to bring that underclass to heel.

Instead of wasting time with minor tweaks, I recommend exploring the following ideas:

No more qualified immunity. Police officers should be personally liable for all decisions they make in the line of duty.

No more civil asset forfeiture. Did you know that every year, citizens like you lose more cash and property to unaccountable civil asset forfeiture than to all burglaries combined? The police can steal your stuff without charging you with a crime and it makes some police departments very rich.

Break the power of police unions. Police unions make it nearly impossible to fire bad cops and incentivize protecting them to protect the power of the union. A police union is not a labor union; police officers are powerful state agents, not exploited workers.

Require malpractice insurance. Doctors must pay for insurance in case they botch a surgery, police officers should do the same for botching a police raid or other use of force. If human decency won’t motivate police to respect human life, perhaps hitting their wallet might.

Defund, demilitarize, and disarm cops. Thousands of police departments own assault rifles, armored personnel carriers, and stuff you’d see in a warzone. Police officers have grants and huge budgets to spend on guns, ammo, body armor, and combat training. 99% of calls for service require no armed response, yet when all you have is a gun, every problem feels like target practice. Cities are not safer when unaccountable bullies have a monopoly on state violence and the equipment to execute that monopoly.

One final idea: consider abolishing the police.

I know what you’re thinking, “What? We need the police! They protect us!” As someone who did it for nearly a decade, I need you to understand that by and large, police protection is marginal, incidental. It’s an illusion created by decades of copaganda designed to fool you into thinking these brave men and women are holding back the barbarians at the gates.

I alluded to this above: the vast majority of calls for service I handled were theft reports, burglary reports, domestic arguments that hadn’t escalated into violence, loud parties, (houseless) people loitering, traffic collisions, very minor drug possession, and arguments between neighbors. Mostly the mundane ups and downs of life in the community, with little inherent danger. And, like I mentioned, the vast majority of crimes I responded to (even violent ones) had already happened; my unaccountable license to kill was irrelevant.

What I mainly provided was an “objective” third party with the authority to document property damage, ask people to chill out or disperse, or counsel people not to beat each other up. A trained counselor or conflict resolution specialist would be ten times more effective than someone with a gun strapped to his hip wondering if anyone would try to kill him when he showed up. There are many models for community safety that can be explored if we get away from the idea that the only way to be safe is to have a man with a M4 rifle prowling your neighborhood ready at a moment’s notice to write down your name and birthday after you’ve been robbed and beaten.

You might be asking, “What about the armed robbers, the gangsters, the drug dealers, the serial killers?” And yes, in the city I worked, I regularly broke up gang parties, found gang members carrying guns, and handled homicides. I’ve seen some tragic things, from a reformed gangster shot in the head with his brains oozing out to a fifteen year old boy taking his last breath in his screaming mother’s arms thanks to a gang member’s bullet. I know the wages of violence.

This is where we have to have the courage to ask: why do people rob? Why do they join gangs? Why do they get addicted to drugs or sell them? It’s not because they are inherently evil. I submit to you that these are the results of living in a capitalist system that grinds people down and denies them housing, medical care, human dignity, and a say in their government. These are the results of white supremacy pushing people to the margins, excluding them, disrespecting them, and treating their bodies as disposable.

Equally important to remember: disabled and mentally ill people are frequently killed by police officers not trained to recognize and react to disabilities or mental health crises. Some of the people we picture as “violent offenders” are often people struggling with untreated mental illness, often due to economic hardships. Very frequently, the officers sent to “protect the community” escalate this crisis and ultimately wound or kill the person. Your community was not made safer by police violence; a sick member of your community was killed because it was cheaper than treating them. Are you extremely confident you’ll never get sick one day too?

Wrestle with this for a minute: if all of someone’s material needs were met and all the members of their community were fed, clothed, housed, and dignified, why would they need to join a gang? Why would they need to risk their lives selling drugs or breaking into buildings? If mental healthcare was free and was not stigmatized, how many lives would that save?

Would there still be a few bad actors in the world? Sure, probably. What’s my solution for them, you’re no doubt asking. I’ll tell you what: generational poverty, food insecurity, houselessness, and for-profit medical care are all problems that can be solved in our lifetimes by rejecting the dehumanizing meat grinder of capitalism and white supremacy. Once that’s done, we can work on the edge cases together, with clearer hearts not clouded by a corrupt system.

Police abolition is closely related to the idea of prison abolition and the entire concept of banishing the carceral state, meaning, creating a society focused on reconciliation and restorative justice instead of punishment, pain, and suffering — a system that sees people in crisis as humans, not monsters. People who want to abolish the police typically also want to abolish prisons, and the same questions get asked: “What about the bad guys? Where do we put them?” I bring this up because abolitionists don’t want to simply replace cops with armed social workers or prisons with casual detention centers full of puffy leather couches and Playstations. We imagine a world not divided into good guys and bad guys, but rather a world where people’s needs are met and those in crisis receive care, not dehumanization.

Here’s legendary activist and thinker Angela Y. Davis putting it better than I ever could:

“An abolitionist approach that seeks to answer questions such as these would require us to imagine a constellation of alternative strategies and institutions, with the ultimate aim of removing the prison from the social and ideological landscapes of our society. In other words, we would not be looking for prisonlike substitutes for the prison, such as house arrest safeguarded by electronic surveillance bracelets. Rather, positing decarceration as our overarching strategy, we would try to envision a continuum of alternatives to imprisonment-demilitarization of schools, revitalization of education at all levels, a health system that provides free physical and mental care to all, and a justice system based on reparation and reconciliation rather than retribution and vengeance.”

(Are Prisons Obsolete, pg. 107)

I’m not telling you I have the blueprint for a beautiful new world. What I’m telling you is that the system we have right now is broken beyond repair and that it’s time to consider new ways of doing community together. Those new ways need to be negotiated by members of those communities, particularly Black, indigenous, disabled, houseless, and citizens of color historically shoved into the margins of society. Instead of letting Fox News fill your head with nightmares about Hispanic gangs, ask the Hispanic community what they need to thrive. Instead of letting racist politicians scaremonger about pro-Black demonstrators, ask the Black community what they need to meet the needs of the most vulnerable. If you truly desire safety, ask not what your most vulnerable can do for the community, ask what the community can do for the most vulnerable.

A WORLD WITH FEWER BASTARDS IS POSSIBLE

If you take only one thing away from this essay, I hope it’s this: do not talk to cops. But if you only take two things away, I hope the second one is that it’s possible to imagine a different world where unarmed black people, indigenous people, poor people, disabled people, and people of color are not routinely gunned down by unaccountable police officers. It doesn’t have to be this way. Yes, this requires a leap of faith into community models that might feel unfamiliar, but I ask you:

When you see a man dying in the street begging for breath, don’t you want to leap away from that world?

When you see a mother or a daughter shot to death sleeping in their beds, don’t you want to leap away from that world?

When you see a twelve year old boy executed in a public park for the crime of playing with a toy, jesus fucking christ, can you really just stand there and think “This is normal”?

And to any cops who made it this far down, is this really the world you want to live in? Aren’t you tired of the trauma? Aren’t you tired of the soul sickness inherent to the badge? Aren’t you tired of looking the other way when your partners break the law? Are you really willing to kill the next George Floyd, the next Breonna Taylor, the next Tamir Rice? How confident are you that your next use of force will be something you’re proud of? I’m writing this for you too: it’s wrong what our training did to us, it’s wrong that they hardened our hearts to our communities, and it’s wrong to pretend this is normal.

Look, I wouldn’t have been able to hear any of this for much of my life. You reading this now may not be able to hear this yet either. But do me this one favor: just think about it. Just turn it over in your mind for a couple minutes. “Yes, And” me for a minute. Look around you and think about the kind of world you want to live in. Is it one where an all-powerful stranger with a gun keeps you and your neighbors in line with the fear of death, or can you picture a world where, as a community, we embrace our most vulnerable, meet their needs, heal their wounds, honor their dignity, and make them family instead of desperate outsiders?

If you take only three things away from this essay, I hope the third is this: you and your community don’t need bastards to thrive.

RESOURCES TO YES-AND WITH

Achele Mbembe — Necropolitics

Angela Y. Davis — Are Prisons Obsolete?

CriticalResistance.org — Abolition Toolkit

Joe Macaré, Maya Schenwar, and Alana Yu-lan Price — Who Do You Serve, Who Do You Protect?

Ruth Wilson Gilmore — COVID-19, Decarceration, Abolition [video]

#acab

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The Women of Euphoria and Personal Style: Lookbook no.8

Hi to anyone reading,

I hope you’re well considering everything going on! It feels weird to want to talk about fashion or TV shows or red carpets or whatever when 90% of my Google searches are COVID-19 related but there you go. It’s all about trying to power through as normal (minus the social interaction) and pretend the world isn’t ending, right? Queue nervous laughter.

And as if things aren't shitty enough, production of season 2 of Euphoria has been postponed until further notice.

Okay, in the grand scheme of things, having to wait a bit longer for a TV show isn’t catastrophic but it does just about sum up the transition from 2019 to 2020 thus far that after HBO redeemed itself by broadcasting Euphoria in the summer following an ending to Game of Thrones that has made the whole series unrewatchable, the glimmer of hope in me reignited by the prospect of series 2 this year has been quickly dashed. 2021, I’m rooting for you, because it doesn’t seem like things are getting better any time soon, and in all seriousness, I think everyone needs a break from the collective suffering of the last few months.

For me (and undoubtedly for many others if the hundreds of makeup looks and styling videos are anything to go by), Euphoria’s effect on the world of fashion and beauty is unprecedented. I really can’t recall a TV show in living memory that has had as much of an impact on the way young people dress. I mean, this might partially be because the style of the characters already kind of caters to and draws from the target audience but also, aside from Blair Waldorf did anybody really give THAT much of a fuck about what anybody in Gossip Girl wore?

The draw of the styling on Euphoria is that it has something for everyone. The style of each of the main girls, Rue, Kat, Maddy, Jules and Cassie, all of whom I’ve attempted (emphasis on attempted!) to base (emphasis on base!) outfits around, is varied and distinctive but still so current and realistic at the same time. It’s also consistent; even if you don’t own the specific pieces worn by any of them, similar shapes and details reoccur enough in different looks throughout the series that it’s not hard to create an outfit which matches your favourite character’s overall vibe without buying anything new. That’s kinda what I have attempted to do here and without further ado, I’m gonna get on with it! First up:

Jules (Played by Hunter Schafer)

When it comes to whose style is the most experimental, Jules is the obvious answer. A lot of her outfits are what I imagine a cartoonist in the near-distant future will envision their cool girl protagonist wearing. Whilst her ensembles are generally whimsical and girly for the most part, there’s usually a few slightly punk-ish finishing touches thrown in there too be it through chunky shoes or bold makeup or that incredible mesh trench coat she wears in the series finale with the trans symbol on the back which, honestly, deserves a moment of silence.

There are definitely nods to current fashion trends sprinkled throughout her wardrobe too. I'm not going to lie, despite someone at work seemingly thinking it was an insult to tell me I look like someone who does (I still don’t know but this person has a Rick and Morty keyring so I don’t give it too much weight), I’ve never watched any anime. BUT, that being said, given the abundance of anime screenshots posted by all these aesthetic oriented Instagram and Tumblr moodboard accounts, I have a vague idea of what some of the more iconic characters look like and a lot of Jules’ looks seem to be very much modelled after or at least inspired by them. In a way, I see a lot of her looks as a blend between modern “e-girl”, Y2K skater chick (yes, I’m thinking early Avril Lavigne), and 2013 Tumblr “hipster” a la 2014 Joanna Kutcha and Charlie Barker, and though on paper that sounds like a nightmare combination, it works. I know-if that sentence were a Depop description I would’ve just gained 30 followers.

When it comes to my own interpretation of Jules’ style, it’s definitely something I like to channel when I’m putting together a proper OUTFIT outfit. Meaning an outfit I actually put effort into and thus will most likely want to get a good photo in, lol. The way her character dresses is almost quite Christopher Kane in that it’s fresh and unusual but still understated enough that I wouldn’t walk into a room wearing any of these feeling like I’m doing a Rick Owens runway.

I’m not TOO far out of my comfort zone but still at the same time, I’d be trying something new and maybe a little bit more zany than I'm used to. As for noting where any of these pieces are from, only a few have been bought in the last 6 months, but from left to right clockwise I have marked out those that have in case they’re still available (though be wary of the fact that it seems a lot of online clothes stores are still forcing warehouse employees to work in close confines at the moment and so perhaps aren’t operating the most ethically):

LOOK 1

Corset-Jaded London

Shoes-TK Maxx

LOOK 2

Dress-Motel Rocks

Boots-Koi Vegan Footwear

LOOK 3

Dress-Jaded London

LOOK 4

Dress-Jaded London

Beret-Ebay

LOOK 5

Beret-Ebay

LOOK 6

Mesh Top-Depop

Hair Clips-Urban Outfitters

Kat (Played by Barbie Ferreira)

Eurgh, Kat.

I LOVE THIS BITCH.

If I had to choose my favourite character in the show, it would be a very close toss-up between her and Rue, and though I think Rue might just about nab the top spot for her relatability factor, Kat is the girl I want to be or wish that I had been when I was at school. I mean, there’s definitely an argument to be made in that a lot of what she’s doing with her cam work could be seen as a means of validation (Sam Levinson has basically said everyone on the show has some kind of an unhealthy coping mechanism and I would guess due to the circumstances in which her cam girl career was borne and the fact she’s underage, this would be hers) but I do think in other ways we really see Kat reclaim her power and recognise herself for the smart, capable, gorgeous woman that she is. Honestly, the definition of divine feminine energy, and I would completely let Barbie Ferreira/basically Kat if she was also actually 23 dominate me.

Plus! Her! Style! Is! The! Bomb! Definitely the easiest character to base looks around because if I’m totally honest Kat’s energy is pretty much just what I want to emulate in every day life.

It’s either pieces that are typically feminine, cutesy, and even slightly preppy at times drenched in everything grunge OR vice versa where you have something semi-gothic and then add a colourful, more playful touch in there that harks back to the beginning of the series before Kat had began to explore her identity and sexuality and dressed slightly more Forever 21.

I’d say, not yet with my whole chest, that on a good day the outfits I put together when making an effort aren’t too far off something Kat would wear, minus the more overtly BDSM touches; if wearing a ring choker in London is enough to get me a creepy comment from a gross middle aged shopkeeper (because I apparently forfeited my right not to be perved on when I decided to buy a bottle of Oasis summer fruits), then you can only imagine the kind of looks wearing a full-on harness would get in my conservative OAP dominated hometown. Not the most doable right now, especially considering the only time I get out is to work and to go for a run. The chafing I could deal with but the horrified glares of pensioners whose M&S prawn mayo sandwiches I’ve ruined by simply being in their eyesight not so much.

LOOK 1-

Corset-Urban Outfitters

LOOK 2-

Bodysuit-Depop

Skirt-Zara

Harness-Ebay

LOOK 3-

Co-ord-Depop

Lace-up Corset-Missguided

LOOK 4-

Dress-Vintage

LOOK 5-

Belt-Ebay

LOOK 6-

Coat-Topshop

Dress-Jaded London

LOOK 7-

Fishnet Top-Ebay

Skirt-Urban Outfitters

Maddy (Played by Alexa Demie)

Not gonna lie, I was kind of scared to do Maddy. I’m scared to be posting this, lol! Alexa Demie has played this character for a single season and she’s already one of the most iconic women to grace our screens in years. This is a huge undertaking and I don’t have the bank balance or the body confidence (lmao) to raid IAmGia.

And this is where I want to stress: THESE ARE NOT OUTFIT RECREATIONS. THESE ARE INSPIRED BY. I HAVE ADDED ELEMENTS OF MY OWN STYLE INTO THEM. PLEASE DON’T DRAG ME. I KNOW, I’M NOT ALEXA DEMIE. I WOULD NEVER ASSUME TO BE ALEXA DEMIE. I’M NOT ABOUT TO TAKE THE LORD’S NAME IN VAIN LIKE THAT. So now we’ve got that out the way (wipes bead of sweat off forehead), let’s continue.

Everything about Maddy Perez is extra. She has very much been established as a centre of attention character, and her outfits are a key part of that. They’re daring, they’re hyper-feminine, and they are always glamorous. We’re told that she competed in beauty pageants when she was younger and it’s clear that level of excess and coordination and glitz and all-round-boujeeness wormed its way into her DNA during that time. Even the “depression” outfit she wears to school following Nate becoming violent at the fair is costume-like, a 2019 Bratz doll Off-White street style collaboration.

Do you know how HARD I had to try to be HOT!? For these photos. Alexa Demie is one of those blessed women who doesn’t have to try at all, and that translates into the character completely. At any given moment, Maddy could add or remove one item or clothing and be let straight into the VIP section of a club, and that, honestly, is inspiring to us all in these dark times.

One thing I tried to keep in mind is that she always looks polished and coordinated, I.E the kind of look I would prepare for a night out is something Maddy would wear on an average day. Co-ords and delicate prints seem to be more subtle wardrobe staples along with mesh and PVC and glitter and feathers and fur and basically anything that toes the line between expensive looking and tacky. Yes, I am aware we may toe different sides of that line but please let me stay delusional and believe that’s not the case for 5 minutes. Much appreciated xoxo

LOOK 1-

Bodysuit-Jaded London

LOOK 2-

Bralette-Depop

LOOK 3-

Co-ord Suit-Boohoo

Bodysuit-Boohoo

LOOK 4-

Dress-Motel Rocks

Shoes-Schuh

LOOK 5-

Bodysuit-Zaful

Trousers-Depop

Coat-Topshop

LOOK 6-

Dress-Zaful

Belt-Zaful

LOOK 7-

Top-Jaded London

Hair Clips-H&M

Rue (Played by Zendaya Coleman)

I have a complicated relationship with Rue as a character. When I started season 1 of Euphoria, I was like “Oh my god, this girl is the worst. Jesus, she’s so negative and draining and willingly self-destructive and-”

Then, oh my god is this what it’s like to live with me!?

I will say, to my own credit, that I don’t think I've ever been quite as hard to deal with as Rue (a lot less smashing stuff up and a lot more moping), and to HER credit, by the end of the season we come to realise she’s been through a fucking lot and so it makes sense, but wow. I don’t think I have ever seen a teen show handle drug abuse and mental illness in such a brutal way. It’s quite a talent to be able to show a character cause so much pain to those closest to them and yet do so through a sympathetic lens. And issues aside, whether it’s her occasional social awkwardness or her relationship with her family or watching bloody Love Island (still quite surreal to see Zendaya Coleman witnessing the Amy/Curtis drama unfold), Rue is just my favourite character to follow.

Her style, though. AH. The thing is, I can hardly drag it, because it’s pretty much what I wear when I’m moping about the house-or just any time I can get away with it to be honest-to a T. I want to stay true to character, but that being said, creating a “Seth Rogen”-esque outfit that’s worth posting on here is difficult. So, with the same kind of artistic license that had me wearing berets whilst cosplaying Maddy Perez, here is the best I could do:

I know, I know, it’s probably too much colour and jewellery for Rue but this is as toned down as I could do and I tried to stick with the key silhouettes we see from her throughout the season; I mean, I can’t see her wearing leopard print but the structure of the coat in outfit 1 is very similar to the one seen in Shook Ones pt.II. I think the bottom line when it comes to her character is keeping things effortless and not overly-feminine; you want to mix street style, athleisure and your dad’s wardrobe favourites like your life depends on it. Plus messy hair and smudged makeup, both of which I’ve already got down according to the completely inappropriate number of customers who’ve asked if I'm tired at work so thanks for that guys, and glitter tears. Lots and lots of glitter tears.

OUTFIT 1-

Dungarees-Vintage

OUTFIT 2-

Trousers-Depop

Cardigan-Urban Outfitters

OUTFIT 5-

Beanie-Depop

OUTFIT 6-

Shirt-Boohoo Man

Sports Bra-TK Maxx

Trousers-Urban Outfitters

OUTFIT 7-

Shirt-Jaded London

Cassie (Played by Sydney Sweeney)

Style-wise, Cassie is a hard one. When putting outfits for her character together, I found myself gravitating towards a direction that’s probably a bit too bohemian for her character, under the guidance of loose terms like “girl-next-door”, “floaty”, “delicate”, you get the idea. She definitely feels the least fully-realised in terms of all the main girls and I think it’s fair to say she’s probably got a bit of self-discovery to do. Most of her storylines in the season are dictated by her relationships to other people: McKay, Maddy, Lexie, her parents and so on.

Nevertheless, I tried to stick to the airier, more traditionally “pretty” pieces whilst still channelling the confidence and ease with which Cassie pulls them off. Sydney Sweeney has the most incredible figure and I feel like whilst the clothes the on-set stylists put her in flatter that and don’t hide anything, they’re still the focus. It doesn’t feel like there’s anything more inherently sexual about her character than any of the other main female characters despite the way the men within the narrative view her, and I think it’s a testament to the the wardrobe department that to me she still gives off big modern Disney princess energy and a certain innocence even whilst we hear her being continuously sexualised by her male peers.

If anything, Cassie probably dresses the most like an actual teenage girl, and her style, whilst less distinctive than the other girls, still does a good job of capturing the youth and romanticism of her character.

The colour palette of her wardrobe tends to be quite neutral, with a couple of pastels thrown in there, and if there are any details, they’re usually quite dainty. Similarly, Cassie is probably the least experimental when it comes to her makeup; we don’t really see her wearing the bold eyeshadows or liners or gems like the other girls at any point.

OUTFIT 1-

Bodysuit-Motel Rocks

Hair Clips-Bershka

OUTFIT 2-

Dress-Jaded London

OUTFIT 3-

Trousers-Urban Outfitters

OUTFIT 4-

Top-Urban Outfitters

Hairband-H&M

`OUTFIT 5-

Top-Urban Outfitters

Jeans-Zaful

Headband-Primark

OUTFIT 6-

Top-Urban Outfitters

OUTFIT 7-

Dress-Urban Outfitters

Hair Clips-Boohoo

SO, I guess that’s it for my Euphoria lookbook! As always, let me know what you think (nicely pls, my ego is fragile lol) and I’d love to hear your opinions on the show too! I really haven’t got this excited over a new TV show in ages and I just think that it does everything so excellently-from the writing to the cinematography to the soundtrack, you can tell each element is so carefully and purposefully constructed. It immerses you into the dramatic highs and lows of being a teenager in a way I haven’t seen since UK Skins and I never thought I’d watch a show which held a candle to that.

In terms of what I’m doing next, I’ve got a very delayed fashion week masterpost in the works as well as something to fill the Met Gala shaped hole in our lives, which I hope to get up over the next couple of weeks. In the meantime, if you read to the end, THANK YOU! And I hope you’re staying safe and AT HOME where possible. I know this self-isolation feels never-ending and if I’m honest, it is having a hugely negative effect on my mental health, but NHS staff are doing their very best with the shitty recourses they have and whilst it seems that our government have thrown workers under the bus once again, we can all do our bit to combat that by slowing the spread of the virus. Also thank you to anybody who’s out working now in such a scary and uncertain time! I work at a grocery store and can say from experience that the best way to show this thanks is just through kindness and following employee’s instructions without giving them grief for it. Everyone’s scared right now and the best we can do is pull together and look out for each other, as difficult as that might seem at times.

Anyway, sorry for the ramble, and like I said, stay safe! Thanks once again if you read til the end or even if you’re just here for the photos. Appreciate it more than you know either way!

Lauren x

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I think it's funny how ppl idolizing genuinely good ppl doesn't make those ppl suddenly saints in everyone's eyes but if you like a problematic creator it makes you a horrible irredeemable person? are you guys not able to consume media without internalizing all of it? without becoming what you watch? if so I hope you can manage that in your life in a healthy way. I fortunately have the ability to criticize media and make a distinction between what's being shown in media and what myself and my own real life is like. I'm entertained by many really sweet and pure things and also sometimes I put on crazy Russian car crash dash cam 2hr long video compilations. doesn't suddenly make me a crazy Russian driver with a dash cam. nor does it make me someone who thinks car crashes are good moral and ethical choices. like..... djvjrjiwnduw

#anyways trisha paytas is hilarious and i love them

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nickgerlich · 3 years

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Good And Bad

I bought my first digital camera in late-1996. It was a very simple Casio point-and-shoot, with an astounding 320X240 pixel format. It was the best available on the market, and cost about $600. At that point, I was free from the ball and chain of film, and able to shoot with reckless abandon.

It completely changed the way that I not only do photography, but also live. I carried that camera everywhere I went, because it fit into a shirt pocket, much like a modern smartphone. I photographed everything, because memory was becoming cheap, and I could just download my photos to a computer when I needed to.

Apparently a lot of other people bought into the idea as well, and, coupled with a growing ubiquity of internet, launched a completely unexpected phenomenon: citizen journalism. It was easy to find yourself suddenly “in place,” long before TV or newspaper could send out a reporter to cover something happening. Run home and post it to the internet, and suddenly you have scooped the New York Times, CNN, and The Weather Channel.

Of course, that was before social media as we know it, but it was the beginning of the battle between good and evil in the field of technology. Put technology in the hands of the many, and both will happen in alarming quantities.

It caused all news reporting outlets to completely re-imagine themselves. If they were smart, they learned to embrace their new competitor as a source of content. Those who shunned it suffered.

Skip forward to August 2021, and we find that citizens, armed with the latest technology, headed out into the eye of Hurricane Ida yesterday in Louisiana. For better or worse, we had live footage when the hurricane made landfall.

Webcams and intrepid “reporters” ventured into the storm to provide real-time coverage, which broadcast media ate up. It was cheaper than them having to send their own reporters into the maelstrom, not to mention safer.

Not lost in all of this is the fact that yesterday’s landfall was sixteen years to the day that Hurricane Katrina ravaged New Orleans and surrounding areas. It will take a day or two to assess the damages incurred yesterday and overnight. I’m sure we’ll see footage of scenes similar to what I photographed in the Lower 9th Ward in April 2006, eight months after the tragedy.

In the aftermath of Ida, we are left to digest the reality of our modern state. It’s not just citizen journalism anymore. It’s sending people into the jaws of danger.

I see it every year here in the Texas Panhandle, with storm chasers eagerly driving hundreds of miles to try to anticipate where afternoon storms will pop. Their vehicles are loaded with the latest everything, from dash cams to rolling wifi and internet connections. They are able to give the television stations live coverage from the field, and they are willing to do it for the price of gasoline and maybe a few extra bucks for the photos.

Technology is a great thing, but it has also wreaked havoc on an otherwise happy society. Don’t believe me? Just look back on the last 18 months, through a pandemic and election. People used social media as if they were experts in their own right, qualified to render opinion because they had seen a meme, watched a YouTube video, or Googled until they found what confirmed their bias. Along the way, people dismissed experts by putting quotes around the word, as if having a PhD in something were not good enough compared to their feeble, naive armchair analyses.

Yeah. Insert one whopping big eye roll here.

And yet we roll on. If it bleeds, it leads, and many media outlets have come to embrace the new normal. They are more than happy to use your video, your still photos, your first-person narrative, because we viewers actually kind of like it. Sensationalism sells. We are consumer; others are the producers. And the media are just the middlemen.

Consider that the next time you pull out your phone at the scene of a tragedy and assume the role of roadside journalist on Facebook or Twitter. Welcome to the dark side of technology. Just because you have it at your fingertips does not mean you should use it. It’s not 1996 anymore.

Dr “Put The Phone Away“ Gerlich

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#marketing #technology #journalism #hurricane Ida #New Orleans

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mergeatrois · 5 years

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Desire

Have to upload again because Tumblr cannot make up their mind on banned content after it was prior approved :))

Sarah’s life felt like it was spiraling downwards. Her grades were shabby, she felt sick almost everyrday now, and worst of all, her own roommate had started bullying her. Sarah thought that life would get better after she came out of the closet, and for a little while it did. Her family was supportive and accepting and she felt relieved to finally tell everyone the truth. Things would have actually been pretty decent if it wasn’t for her roommate Kacey.

Kacey didn’t even talk much to Sarah before she came out as a lesbian. She figured that it wouldn’t have even changed anything between them but she was sadly mistaken. Kacey started lashing out at Sarah, small at first, forcing chores onto her and making small but insensitive comments about her appearance. Eventually these things grew into outright sharp insults, rumor spreading, and even stealing. Kacey was one of the most popular and beautiful girls on campus so her rumors were practically truths to every student that she told. “She cheats and plagiarizes all of her work” “She’s kind of a huge slut” “She’ll steal just about anything she can get her hands on”. All of these falsehoods ran through Sarah’s mind day in and day out all thanks to her shitty roommate.

Kacey wouldn’t even call Sarah by her name, she just referred to her as “bitch” or “dike”. Sarah felt like an intruder at her college, even in her own dorm she didn’t feel very safe unless Kacey was out of the dorm. The bullying was bad enough on its own, but the worst part had to have been that Sarah had developed a crush on Kacey before she came out. Sarah couldn’t help herself when she saw Kacey, she was easily the hottest girl on campus. She was gorgeous, fit, and busty. She was everything that Sarah found sexy. Even her “high and mighty” demeanor was a turn on for Sarah. She would give just about anything to see that smug, snakey look wipe off her face while Sarah dominated her in the bedroom. Nothing turned her on more than thinking about Kacey. She’d think about her almost every time when she masturbated, but on the inside she knew that her fantasies would remain just that, fantasies.

One night, Sarah stayed up late, trying desperately to finish work deadlines and maybe fit in some time to rub one out if she could manage. Kacey was gone that night. She went out on a date with some guy she had met just a few days ago. Sarah was relieved that Kacey was gone but still felt sick with envy. “Lucky asshole” she muttered to himself while thinking of the bastard that would push inside Kacey’s guts that night. She felt frustrated after finishing up her work, she needed some relief. She pulled up her regular porn site and scanned the numerous pages, looking for something good to watch. She searched closely, reading every title on every page. Eventually, she noticed a small, recurring ad banner that had appeared on the last few pages. She scoffed as she read the scamming advertisement. “One trick that’ll help you fuck anyone you want!” Sarah shook her head. How could people even fall for shit like that? What a waste of time. She went on to the next page and noticed that every ad banner was replaced with the one that she had read before moving on. “That’s….odd” she thought as she clicked the refresh button. The page blinked white before reloading. Now all the thumbnails to the videos on the browser were replaced with an small image of the ad banner that she had seen earlier. She read the titles on all the videos, they were all the same. “Life changing product! Click now!”

Sarah winced. She was spooked to hell at this point. What the fuck kind of ad did this? She shivered a bit, slightly shaken by the strange glitch that covered the web page. She decided the bite the bullet. Maybe there was something about the ad that drew her in. Sarah didn’t know, and for some reason, she didn’t even care. She winced and clicked one of the many links that threw her straight to strange website. A picture appeared before her. A image of a smooth, plastic bottle filled with a strange orange substance. Underneath the image was a title filled with big tooney letters and a picture of a young, smiling cartoon witch. The title read “Bellamy’s Magical Elixir!” Sarah scrolled down to read the description of the weird product.

“A new supernatural lotion that will let you have the body of your dreams! Do you ever get tired of being you? Or do you simply want a hotter sex life? Have you ever dreamed about being a hot supermodel or a muscled up stud? If you answered yes to any of these then this oil is for you! Just grab the partner that you want to merge with and rub the oil into both of your bodies. Once both the bodies are finely lubricated, just squeeze together and voila, you now have the body that you always dreamed of. Enjoy your new life and your wildest fantasies! Now only $9.99 per bottle!”

Sarah couldn’t believe her eyes. This couldn’t be real, could it? “I mean, what hope do I really have left?” She asked herself. Sarah felt hopeless in her situation. Kacey was making her life a living hell, and the idea of being someone that Kacey found irresistible turn Sarah on more than ever. Worse case scenario, she blows 10 bucks on a useless bottle of lube. Sarah placed the order as fast as she could. Once the money was sent, the page closed abruptly. She tried searching for the website that she had ordered from just seconds ago but nothing popped up in the search engine. Sarah groaned loudly. “Fuuuuuuuck. I can’t believe I actually bought into that crap.” She was too disappointed in herself to even masturbate that night. She marched over to her bed defeatedly and flopped onto bed. Sarah closed her eyes tightly, trying desperately to forget that the night even happened.

She woke up the next morning feeling like death itself. Her eyelids were still heavy. She went into the kitchen and looked around the dorm for a bit. Thank god, Kacey was still gone. She yawned loudly and began stretching before a loud knock resounded from her door. The banging was so loud that it made her jump. “Jeez, spoke too soon I guess.” she mumbled before marching over to the door. She looked through the peephole to that Kacey wasn’t in front of the door. In fact, no one was. She opened the door cautiously and looked around seeing no one. She began to walk outside her dorm when her foot kicked a small package. Sarah picked up the package slowly in disbelief. “No way…it’s already here?” she asked to no one. “That was like, crazy fast.” She walked back inside and ripped the package open. A slim plastic bottle filled with a syrupy orange fluid. She read the instructions on the label on the back of the bottle. She repeated the instructions: “Find yourself a partner and oil up together. Once both bodies are thoroughly lathered with the substance, squeeze both bodies together and enjoy the new you. Note: Only one partner will retain their conscious during this process. The possessed partner will be gone forever and the one taking over will lose every semblance of their old life. The partner that’s being taken over will wait on standby once they are coated in the elixir. Please use with caution.”

For the first time in a long time, Sarah was filled with excitement. All the events up to this point had been so…strange. The glitching ad, the disappearing website, and the fast as hell delivery. Maybe there was something to this elixir after all. She decided to put her faith in the oil. Sarah packed the oil in her bag and rushed over to find Kacey’s laptop. Sarah had snuck a peek at her password while she was typing it in a few months ago, but she didn’t think to use her laptop until this point. Sarah searched quickly through Kacey’s facebook, skype, email messages, trying to find anything about a guy that she was crazy about. Hope seemed lost until she looked through her bookmarks. She saw a tab that linked her directly to the channel of a cammer that Kacey had visited quite often. Sarah looked at pictures of the man in the camera. He was a tall, dark, muscular man with a pretty large following on the site. He would stream naked every other day and put on a show for all of his viewers. The guy looked so familiar to Kacey. She finally figured it out. The guy in the cam was Martin Lennard. He was a student attending their university. No wonder Sarah recognized him, she had seen him just a few months ago while going to the gym. Sarah had been working out with her sister that day when she first saw Martin. He didn’t play any sports for the college but with a body like his, he certainly could. It made sense now why he didn’t, and why he was so reserved. “Jesus Christ, he’s a fucking cam boy.” Sarah said to herself again.

The only time she saw Martin let loose was in the gym. She couldn’t remember much but she could definitely recall how loud he was when he worked out. He strained his entire muscle covered body while in the gym, trying to work out every single muscle until he was drenched in hot sweat. Even Sarah had to admit that he was a pretty dashing guy. Sarah found that Kacey was an avid donator to his stream. She tuned in and donated almost every time he went live. She must have been super into him. It didn’t take long for Sarah to form up a plan. She HAD to get Martin’s body at any cost. This was too good an opportunity to pass up. She sighed calmly before closing the laptop and packing her bag and leaving for class.

During the day, Sarah remembered what day it was when she had seen Martin at the campus gym and began fine tuning her plan. By the time her last class rolled around, she finally had everything worked out. Wednesday rolled around and Sarah took a day off from classes to hang around the gym, waiting for Martin to arrived. Finally she saw his giant, beefy figure stomp towards the gym entrance. He looked absolutely massive. He wore a white tank top that looked almost too small for him. The edges of his meaty pecs poked out the sides of the thin shirt. His swollen arms swung around his heavy gym bag effortlessly as he opened the door to the gym. Sarah jumped up and walked towards the gym desperately to try and follow. She watched him disappear into the men’s locker room before she could grab his attention. She would have to improvise. She waited until he reemerged before sneaking in as fast as possible. Her face was red while she sneaked inside and fear gripped her entire body. She prayed to god that she didn’t get caught.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” she repeated as she slowly snaked through the locker room. She peered into each and every closed locker before finally finding Martin’s gym bag sitting next to an open locker. What a score, he must have forgotten to pack it up before working out. She pulled out the half empty bottle of Bellamy’s Elixir and scratched off the label as neatly as possible before slipping it in his bag. After everything was set she quickly ran out of the locker room and slipped out of the gym in embarrassment.

Sarah went back to her dorm and saw Kacey wandering around inside, talking on the phone. “Yeah, shit didn’t work out last night, I’ll be over in a bi- Oh wait, she’s here. Here, I’ll talk outside, you know how snakey she can be.” Kacey walk past Sarah narrowing her eyes with a devilish grin on her face before she put down the phone and started talking. “I’m gonna be at a friend’s place for most of today. Clean shit up around here. I swear, you dikes can be so damn messy sometimes.” Sarah cringed at Kacey’s caty insult before she walked out of the door with her purse in hand. “Fuck I hate her” she thought as she opened up her laptop. It had only been about 20 minutes since Martin entered the gym, he’d probably be back home in about an hour. Sarah had to get ready. She searched around her bed, finding the other bottle that she had filled with the magic oil. “Christ. I hope this works.”

She waited in Martin’s hallway near his door. He would be there any second. Just when she thought about backing out, she could see him walking towards his door with his gym bag in hand. Sarah jumped a bit and began fumbling through her purse, looking like she was just looking for her keys. She listened closely as Martin opened his door and slammed it shut. She stopped for a minute. She could hear the door lock. Martin may have been a strong guy, but the man was definitely not too careful. Sarah waited another minute in silence before opening his door slowly and inching into the dorm. She left her purse outside, only taking the other half of the oil. She snuck through his place carefully before finding a closet to hide in while he showered in the bathroom. She took the time to strip down naked in the dark closet and cover her body in the oily substance. The orange elixir seeped into her skin making her soft, white flesh nice and slippery. Her face turned red in embarrassment once more. It was strange being naked and oiled up but she was banking on this elixir to escape her shitty life with Kacey.

After what seemed like hours, Martin finally stomped out of the bathroom and past the closet that Sarah was hiding in. She peeked outside the closet door to see him almost completely naked, wearing nothing but a towel that wrapped around his waist. He opened his laptop and started typing on the keyboard before stepping back.

“Everything set up, we live?” He said in his deep, masculine voice. She could see a smile form across his face. “Nice, nice” he said before dropping the towel. Sarah’s eyes widened as she saw the jock strapped that firmly hugged against Martin’s crotch. She covered her mouth, doing her best to contain her excitement.

“I’ve got a real nice show for you guys tonight.” She said with a smirk before pulling out the bottle of elixir that Sarah had slipped into his gym bag. “Forgot I had a little something left in my gym bag. You guys are in for a fuckin’ treat.”

He poured the oil into his hands began rubbing the orange fluid all over his puffed out chest. His hands wrapped around his bulging pecs, slowly coating them in the slippery, reflective liquid. His dark skin glistened and his muscles shined as he slowly bathed himself in the slippery oil. He looked so…hot. He wiped his hands over his tight abs over and over, making sure that the light reflected off their solid surface the most. He refilled his palms with the orange substance before coating his giant arms next. Christ they were fucking huge. Sarah didn’t even care to look at their stunning form the first time that she had seen Martin. He was fucking shredded. He flexed his dark cannons tightly, letting his biceps swell as he washed the oil over their beefy structure. He opened his eyes, staring deeply into his giant guns before turning towards the camera. “Mmmm yeah, you fuckin like that? You like my massive guns huh? Fuck yeah you do.” Even from all the way in the closet, Sarah could see the veins on his biceps thrust against his shimmering, ebony skin. He covered his whole torso in the oil, eventually reaching his hands into the jockstrap to oil up his dick. He moaned softly and tilted back his head as he touched himself, slowly coating that thick black dick of his with the lotion. He finally poured the rest over his thick thighs, letting streams of the magic elixir flow down his legs before he rubbed it into his dark flesh.

He continued to moan and run his hands over his mounds of muscle as the oil seeped into his skin until he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight. He looked almost dazed and he stared at his oiled up body in confusion before shaking his head and turning off the laptop in front of him. Once he closed it, he brought over a chair and sat down. He reached his hand inside the jockstrap once more. From what Sarah could see, he was slowly jerking his cock over and over as he tilted his head back with his eyes closed. Sarah slowly inched out of the closet, covering her chest and crotch as she slowly stepped towards the muscled giant. He started moaning deeply, still oiling up his long, black shaft. Sarah stood in front of the intimidating stud, taking a good look at his body as she stood cautiously. He didn’t even seem to notice her. He moved his hand outside of the jock, letting the strap fill with his growing member. The front of the strap shot out with a large bulge, it grew progressively thicker and thicker as he heaved his heavy chest up and down. Sarah sat slowly onto his lap, trying her best to ignore the massive bulge that ran past her butt and down her thigh. She pulled the strap upwards and slipped her oily legs inside with ease. She let the jock go and the strap snapped against her soft skin making her wince as it pulled their bodies together tightly. Instead of feeling the smack of his oily taut skin, she began falling through his thick waist ass first.

She looked down unexpectedly and her eyes widened with excitement once more. She held her breath as her legs and her waist slowly vanished into his huge, herculean form. A strange sensation coursed through her body. Her legs felt almost twice as heavy as before and something felt so off about her crotch. She felt a strong fabric squeezing against her crotch. It would have felt uncomfortable if her body was so oiled up. “W-wait. Oiled up?” She thought to herself. She looked down once more. Her old legs were completely gone. Her soft white flesh was now replaced with dark, brown skin that was pulled taut over her muscular legs and her crotch was now being hugged tightly by the tight white jockstrap. Nothing could have prepared her for what happened next. Her new cock began to grow as her breaths became more and more rapid. Her shaft slowly inched upwards against the front of the strap, making the bulge grow bigger by the second. She winced with discomfort. “This-this is so fucking weird.” She said while trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t believe it. She had a cock. A big cock at that. She narrowed and eventually closed her eyes tightly as her dick became harder and harder. It felt weird but somehow so pleasurable. Eventually her eyes opened and she moaned softly as her cock eventually hit its peak and began thrashing fiercely against the soft cotton briefs. She wanted to feel it up so badly but fought the urge to jerk off right then and there.

She fell back, her slender, girlish figure disappearing into the void of Martin’s heavyset chest. His chest seemed to swallow her whole. It took in her body so easily. Sarah blinked an eye before feeling the air suck out of her chest. She inhaled desperately but her chest felt massive and unnatural. It was a chore to bring air into her lungs but she slowly got used to the feeling. She looked down and immediately, her gaze was met with her new hunky torso. Her new black pecs were bursting with strength and muscle, they heaved up and down with heavy weight as she sucked air into her new giant lungs. Fuck. This felt so weird. So unlady-like but she loved how fucking strong her chest was now. Even her tight, firm abs felt fucking incredible. She bounced her new beefy pecs up and down over and over again. She loved showing off their strength and form. She bite her lips as she lifted her skinny arms against his rippling, shimmering, black cannons. His arms curved around hers and her arms slipped into his without resistance.

She could feel their power instantly. The size of her swollen biceps and dark, furry forearms. The veins that thrusted forcibly against her slippery, brown flesh and the muscles that lined around her deep hairy armpits. “Fuuuuck” she let out as her arms strained to thrust their muscles up tightly against her skin. Was in love with this body. She couldn’t wait to explore all its ins and outs. She sunk back her head with a large smile on her face before the old Sarah completely vanished.

Sarah’s eyes blinked groggily as she looked around the dorm. A sense of unease and familiarity filled her body. She felt like a stranger inside the dorm but at the same time, she felt right at home. She blinked her eyes fully open before looking down at her body. A smile crossed her face. She was a total hunk. She felt like an intruder in this gorgeous body, like she didn’t belong. Even though this feeling loomed over her head, she loved her stunning, brawny figure way too much to let it bother her. Sarah stood up from her chair and began feeling up her muscled chest, filling her giant hands with her bunching black pecs. That name ran through her head over and over. “Sarah. Sarah. No no no, Sarah is gone. Martin feels so much better.” Martin brought up her thick arms and began flexing this as hard as he could. “Yeah….Martin” he said to himself with a cocky grin wiping across his face.

Martin loved his body. It was the one that he had been building up for his entire life, but it felt so new. It was like playing with a cool new toy for the very first time. He thrusted his pecs out forcefully, letting his chest swell with air, making his muscles look even more massive and pronounced. God, he loved this fucking body. Everything about it was just so damn perfect. From his massive arms to his heavy, unmovable chest, even his glistening dark skin felt so fucking sexy to have. And his cock, god his cock was perfect. Long, girthy, and throbbing for some action. He was so absorbed in checking out his arms and chest that he had almost forgotten how the strap was hugging tightly against his thick, muscled member. His bulge was pulsing and thrashing around fiercely as he flexed his heavyset form. Another wide grin crossed his face as he pulled down the strap. His long black cock shot forward instantly, still throbbing over and over, just waiting to be touched.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Martin wrapped his big muscular hands around his veiny shaft, slowly running his hand up and down its length. His palm was completely filled with his girthy black shaft, he could even feel the veins brush against his hands as he jerked his cock over and over. His dick was nice and slick thanks to the oil that he put on it earlier, it felt so fucking good as he let his hand glide effortlessly up and down his massive dick. Martin’s forearm began to tighten and cover with veins as he tugged faster and faster. The sight of it gave him an idea. He brought up his other arm and flexed, letting his biceps bulge up near his head. His biceps were fucking huge. Covered in a thick layer of lean muscle, riddled with veins, he loved their size. The pleasure was weighing on him. He moaned deeply, his voice booming throughout the dorm as he pulled on his long dick over and over again. It felt fucking amazing. Beads of sweat broke the coat of oil that covered his muscled chest as he heaved it up and down, slowly getting closer and closer to his climax. His abs were sucked in tight, their deep grooves and ridges still holding small streams of slippery sweat as he held them in, keeping them nice and firm. His pits deepened as he flexed his entire body, finally letting out a loud roar as he could feel his load escape his thickened shaft. His hard, now pulsating cock shot out stream after stream of hot, sticky cum. The fluid escaped his fat tip, spewing puddles of white fluid onto the carpet, almost reaching the desk where his laptop laid. Martin breathed in deeply as he smashed back down into his chair, his hand still gripped firmly around his dark, veiny shaft. He slowly milked every last drop of cum out of his muscled rod before rolling his head back with a smile on his face. This body was absolutely perfect.

Thanks for reading. If you like the stories with thinking of yourself as being the one to merge into others and have spare time to RP, hit up my DMs as I’m always generally looking. Cheers.

#F2M Merge

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jkottke · 4 years

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Confessions of a Former Bastard Cop

Confessions of a Former Bastard Cop is an essay allegedly written by a former police officer with ten years of experience in "a major metropolitan area in California with a predominantly poor, non-white population". In it, he attempts to explain the system under which cops are trained and operate, "not to excuse their behavior, but to explain it and to indict the structures that perpetuate it." At the very least, this essay corroborates what activists have been saying about the police for decades.

I could write an entire book of the awful things I've done, seen done, and heard others bragging about doing. But, to me, the bigger question is "How did it get this way?". While I was a police officer in a city 30 miles from where I lived, many of my fellow officers were from the community and treated their neighbors just as badly as I did. While every cop's individual biases come into play, it's the profession itself that is toxic, and it starts from day 1 of training.

And this, uh, training doesn't prepare officers for what their actual job ends up being:

To put this another way: I made double the salary most social workers made to do a fraction of what they could do to mitigate the causes of crimes and desperation. I can count very few times my monopoly on state violence actually made our citizens safer, and even then, it's hard to say better-funded social safety nets and dozens of other community care specialists wouldn't have prevented a problem before it started.

His conclusion: "consider abolishing the police" and "creating a society focused on reconciliation and restorative justice instead of punishment, pain, and suffering -- a system that sees people in crisis as humans, not monsters".

As someone who did it for nearly a decade, I need you to understand that by and large, police protection is marginal, incidental. It's an illusion created by decades of copaganda designed to fool you into thinking these brave men and women are holding back the barbarians at the gates.

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billiesbeat-blog · 4 years

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I Can’t Breathe

I Can't Breathe/8:46

The fact that George Floyd's now tragic final words were not the first time we have heard them in a similar situation from another black man he didn't know, is not the irony of this story.

It's the fact that here again was yet another black man having life choked out of him, by yet another white police officer, for allegedly committing another innocuous “crime”.

Selling illegal cigarettes, failing to signal a lane change, reaching for ID as requested, buying skittles, sleeping in her bed...Living While Black.

On this day we watch America erupt in frustration and anger at a system. A system that so casually took a life, while grotesquely telling George to get up, all the time deliberately applying as much pressure as possible to the throat of a man, a human being, for committing the crime of “suspected forgery'. Listening with a look of boredom and his hand in his pocket, while this human being went from saying he couldn't breathe to crying out for his mother. A 44-year-old son, father, brother, uncle, friend cried out for mercy where there was none to feel or give.

As it has played out so many heartbreaking frustrating times across America, this is just another one of these times. Because it's not the first video we've seen of a black man or person of color being brutalized or killed by law enforcement.

So why is this different?

Is it the fact that they knew they were being filmed and didn't care or feel pressured to stop? 4 cops, 3 of whom could have stopped the murder and instead stood by again casually, while their partner took the life of an unarmed human who was on his face, in handcuffs no threat. Protect and serve.

People have been filming these brutalities more since the advent of cell phone video - like Philando Castile, Eric Garner and many others. Others like Sandra Bland have been pieced together from dash or body cam footage when released. And the Floyd murder comes a week after people were already reeling from the footage released of Ahmaud Aubery being hunted down and lynched, while the act was filmed by an accomplice.

Trying to make statements on social media with pointed hashtags, seem to fall on deaf ears of those who need to understand what it's truly like to be #LivingWhileBlack.

#JoggingWhileBlack #DrivingWhileBlack #BarbecuingWhileBlack #SleepingWhileBlack

Listening to the anguished pleadings of black mothers and fathers who fear for their sons' lives, begging society to stop killing them.

These are modern day slave times, where the color of your skin determines not just your rights but your fate. And there are different rules for the perpetrators of your fate. Time and time again we see a white person brandishing a weapon at police or having just killed people and he is taken in peacefully. There is no being thrown to the ground and having an officer sit on your throat, choking the life out of you. A man swings a machete at police telling them to leave and is allowed to retreat into his home. And at each telling come the comments “if he was black, he'd be dead.”

It's tempting to say that this has all just happened in the last 3 years, since the election of an openly racist President and many other unapologetically racist elected officials. But they didn't invent racism and intolerance, they merely made it fashionable to express it openly. This pre-existing bigotry has found a home on social media and while people say how could this be happening in 2020, I say how could it not?

The people who killed Ahmaud Arbery, said he wouldn't stop and explain why he was running in the neighborhood. There are now endless stories and videos of white people demanding that a black person explain who they are or what their business is in the building, to calling the police when challenged about their unleashed dog. The young man laying on the front lawn spread eagled while 5 police officers train their guns on him from behind their cars, as if he was a mass murderer. His crime? Rolling through a stop sign. Family screaming at him to not move, while his 90-year-old grandmother went to his aid in her bathrobe. Only to be thrown to ground by the same officers.

This is Living While Black.

During slavery, white citizens were deputized to be able to detain, question and ultimately punish blacks as they saw fit. It could be for a suspected crime or for just walking down the street. This continued into the Jim Crow era and exists today albeit in a slightly different form. This belief has clearly been passed along generationally to the present time. How else do you explain the casual way in which whites feel they have the right to detain, question and ultimately punish black people today? I don't mean that it is taught verbally but clearly learned by the 2 systems at play when it comes to enforcing the law both minor and major crimes.

The numbers in health care show the depth to which this racist behavior has gone. Black patients getting substandard treatment by doctors. Black women are 3 - 4 times more likely to die from pregnancy related causes than white women. Black babies die at twice the rate of white babies in their first year.

Certain racist practices set up decades ago still affect black people today-such as red lining. Black people deliberately blocked from getting loans, mortgages or being able to buy homes in certain neighborhoods continues in 2020.

All of this combined with the capricious abuse of authority by the police leads us to where we are today, in the streets demanding change.

It's not the Klan we have to fear. It's the white person walking their dog who by her words, threatens the possibility of death, knowing full well the power her words hold.

Look to yourself white America.

There are too many funerals to be this innocent because this is not new. 1968, 1992, 2020

Stop saying: Well what was he doing to bring this on himself? Why was he in that neighborhood? Oh he had drugs in his system. He must have been resisting. Why was she sitting in her car?

And please stop saying “I don't see color”. You must see color to see the inequities and naked brutality of life, that a lot of people of color live every day.

This President is a morally bankrupt fascist, who has long advocated for violence against African American citizens, going back to 1989 when he called for the execution of the Central Park 5. He put a bounty on their heads by publishing the names, addresses and phone numbers of the exonerated boys. To this day he maintains their guilt. In Minneapolis, the head of the police union spoke at a Trump rally, wearing “Cops For Trump” shirt along with white supremacist badges. A cop in New York can be seen laughingly flashing the white power sign during the protests. Just as white people need to call out racism as they see it, police need to call it out on their own. The now endless videos coming out of wanton police brutality in the face of peaceful compliant protesters must not stand.

They-whoever they are- talk of “a few bad apples” in the force and more training is required. Reality check: You can't train or teach someone to be empathetic or compassion where there is none. Where someone has been raised and conditioned to see people of color as inferior, their lives not having the same worth. Whether it's equal access to medical care, education or available housing. Or equal access to fair treatment under the law.

Talk. Listen. Learn.

A few thoughts that would be good t-shirt slogans provided they are backed up with action. We can all be keyboard warriors. For some that's all they can do but for the rest we need you to show up.

Fascism is like a boa; inhale an inch and you'll never get it back.

Don't Stand By When You Can Stand Up

Times change but the color has not.

It's not Black vs white. It's everyone vs racists.

Justice delayed is Justice denied- MLK

As Angela Davis said “It's not enough to be non-racist, you must be anti-racist.”

#blm #georgefloyd #saytheirnames #racisim #socialactivism #media #change #nojusticenopeace #police reform #police brutality #whitepriv

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cubchaengs · 4 years

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Chaeyoung smiled wide as she watched Sana enter the cafe, bright-eyed as always. She allowed herself a few seconds to simply stare before snapping out of it, waving, and getting back to the order she was currently working.

After she finished with it, she quickly wrote down Sana’s order, knowing it would be the same as always. Trying hard to get through the next couple of orders fast, she started on Sana’s before the girl even got to the counter.

When she did, she greeted the younger with a wide smile. Chaeyoung couldn’t help but admire how her cheeks plumped up, causing her eyes to turn into crescents with her honey orbs slightly shining through. “Good morning, Chaengie!”

“Morning, Sana! The usual?”

“Of course.” The older woman pulled out her wallet. Chaeyoung quickly grabbed the order, already having it prepared for her.

“One iced matcha latte with almond milk in place of coconut milk and a dash of pineapple juice and a cinnamon scone, warm but not hot.”

“You know me well!”

“It’s not like it’s what you order every weekday or anything.”

“Yeah, but how many customers do you get a day? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like a lot.”

“True, but none of them are quite like you.” Sana giggled in response.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re flirting,” the older said. Chaeyoung bit her tongue, choosing her next words carefully.

“Maybe you don’t know better, then.” She studied Sana’s expression for any signs of discomfort or distaste.

“Well, if that’s the case,” she grabbed a napkin and reached over to steal a pen out of Chaeyoung’s apron, scribbling numbers on the napkin. “Here.” Sana grabbed her order after putting some cash down. “I have to get going, early meeting. Use the number whenever and put the change in the tip jar. Bye, Chaengie!”

Chaeyoung was frozen as she watched Sana walk away with a bounce in her step, stiffly waving with her mouth agape. Someone clearing their throat behind her was the only thing to snap her out of it.

“Are you gonna stand there like a statue all day or actually do your job? I hired Chaeyoung, not David.” Chaeyoung turned around quickly, bowing apologetically.

“Sorry, Jeongyeon. I was just a little shocked.” Chaeyoung carefully slipped the napkin into her pocket and got back to what she was doing. It was still early, but she could already tell the day would be long.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Working from open until close is always exhausting, but luckily it pays time and a half. Jeongyeon is a lenient boss, despite wanting things done right. Despite this fact, twelve hours in a cafe full of wannabe hipsters and picky, middle-aged women was not how she would choose to spend her day if she had a choice.

As she unlocked the door to her apartment, she already felt ready to collapse, making it to the couch before doing so. She switched on the television and went to the fridge to grab some leftovers for dinner.

After eating, she was about to shower when she felt something in her pocket. She pulled it out and found the napkin with Sana’s number on it. She fumbled to grab her phone, quickly punching in the numbers.

She stood in her bathroom for nearly ten minutes, simply pondering what she wanted to send her. Biting her tongue, she typed out a short, bland message, trying not to scare away her longtime crush in a matter of one text.

‘Hey, it’s Chaeyoung!’

She sighed and got in the shower, making it a quick one. Once out, she checked her phone, finding no response. Sighing again, she got dressed and went to lay down. The day had been long and hard and she wanted to relax.

She remembered a site Dahyun had told her about and opened her laptop. She carefully typed in the URL and a bright pink title popped up at the top of the screen: CandyCams. Cheesy, to say the least. The whole layout was pink and a little immature for her taste.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she looked through the tabs: “Home; Channels; Videos; Photos; Live Cams; Community”. Chaeyoung couldn’t believe she was doing this. She clicked the ‘Live Cams’ tab and began looking for an interesting thumbnail.

Most of them seemed to have specific aesthetics. She saw some with dark, sexy vibes and others with bright and bubbly ones. She just wanted something normal. At least, that’s what she told herself.

One particular thumbnail caught her eye. The girl’s head wasn’t visible, but her body was, and boy was it perfect. She was slim, but not too much so, and she was clad in a sheer, lavender-colored babydoll lingerie set.

Debating with herself, she bit her lip before hesitantly clicking on the link. When the cam loaded, the girl was on her bed, cutely sitting on her knees as she assumably read chat. She began speaking, her tone soft yet excitable. It was endearing how she greeted and addressed her viewers, having his sort of innocence to it.

When she listened a little more carefully, the voice became more familiar. Chaeyoung just couldn’t put her finger on it. That was until she heard her greet someone in a particular way. It clicked. Sana.

It couldn’t be her though. She doesn’t seem like the type to do this sort of thing. Then again, Chaeyoung only knew a bit about Sana from their short conversations and her coffee order. Deciding to test the theory, she pulled out her phone, typing out another text.

‘Sorry for texting you so late, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.’ She hit send and listened in carefully. A half a minute later, she heard a notification tone on the other end. Eyes widening, that basically confirmed it.

Panicked, Chaeyoung quickly closed the tab and shut her laptop. She laid down and tried to fall asleep, but her mind was much too preoccupied.

#sfw #twice #sana #chaeyoung #sachaeng #cafecam!au

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radwolf76 · 4 years

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FLASHBack: Week 89 [First-Class FLASHBack] - Japanese Cartoon

Time for another First-Class FLASHBack, where we talk about the more prolific and influential Flash animators of the early web. This month, we're going to be looking at another offering from Homestar Runner. As mentioned previously, the Brothers Chaps drew on a wealth of 80s and 90s pop culture (and even a dash of the 70s, absorbed from pop-culture osmosis from their older siblings, as well as the influence of older decades from the fact that syndicated broadcast television reruns mined content all the way back to the Golden Age of Hollywood). One example where this 80s/90s pop culture overload really shines is in Strong Bad Email #57, Japanese Cartoon, posted on 6 January 2003. James F. asks Strong Bad what he would look like as a Japanese Cartoon, and what it'd be about. Strong Bad goes on to describe himself in a chibi big-eyes/small-mouth style (except when the mouth is open, when it goes ridiculously huge), reminiscent of a helmetless Mega Man. With blue hair. You gotta have blue hair. (WARNING: TV Tropes link.) The show itself consists of him in space flying around in cool poses, an allusion to how many animes of the 60s-80s would rely heavily on a library of stock sequences for fight and transformation scenes, to pad out a show's run time (and sometimes that stock footage would get abused even further by US editors who needed to make up for runtime lost to localization censorship). The English is clearly dubbed, with mouth movements not even close to matching. Strong Bad's anime counterpart, Stinkoman, has a voice that sounds like voice actor Cam Clarke, who while best known for being the voice of Leonardo on the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, also voiced on several prominent 80s anime dubs, including the roles of Max Sterling and Lancer on Robotech, Dirk Daring on G-Force, and Kaneda in the original dub of Akira -- at one point Stinkoman even breaks out with a line, "You're just a kid!" that echoes Kaneda's dismissal of Tetsuo's interest in riding his bike at the beginning of the movie. (The name "Stinkoman" was a reference to a line from another Strong Bad Email, Island, which may have been a take on the old 90s Sierra-Online/Dynamix Screensaver, Johnny Castaway.)

Now, it's important to note that television was not the only vector for introducing anime stylings and sensibilities to Western audiences. The shift of video game console market dominance to Japan after the video game market crash of 1983 meant that many titles would originally be developed for the Japanese market first and then have to be localized for the US. One such title is Rad Racer for the Nintendo Entertainment System, originally Highway Star for the Famicom. The Brothers Chaps lifted one of the songs from the Rad Racer soundtrack for their hypothetical Stinko Man K 20X6 anime. The anime's name is only revealed in an easter egg accessible by clicking the words "japanese cartoon" during the end credits -- using X to obscure a year was a gimmick that the Mega Man titles were particularly known for (but also occurred in Metroid as well as the Mother/Earthbound series). Inception-like, there are easter eggs within easter eggs here; clicking "japanese cartoon" a second time would bring up a clip of Homestar Runner watching Stinko Man K 20X6. For the final layer of the easter egg, under Homestar's TV are a collection of VHS tapes, one of which is labled "NES Endings". Clicking that tape brings up a pop up window that shows the ending to Rad Racer. Subsequent clicks on the pop up cycle through the endings to a bunch of video games: Castlevania 2, Mega Man 2 (furthering the connection between Stinkoman and Mega Man), Super Mario Brothers 2 (The US version, which began life as the wholly unrelated title Yume Kōjō: Doki Doki Panic), Hoops, Ghosts n' Goblins, Blaster Master (with a sketched on label and arrow calling out "Blue Hair"), The Legend of Zelda (whose credits provided the inspiration for some of the made-up names in the Stinkoman credits), Metroid (Samus is a girl?!?), Jackal, and Rygar. The world of 20X6 and Planet K would become recurring elements of the Homestar Runner site, and eventually the Brothers Chaps would even make a full Mega Man clone starring Stinkoman. Another subtle video game connection is the fact that the little mushroom clouds around Stinkoman's head when he laughs were inspired by Animal Crossing. Surprisingly, the indie video game I Wanna Be The Guy was NOT an intentional reference to this Flash, despite featuring a "Kid" who's motivation is "I Wanna Be The Guy"; the creator does acknowledge in his FAQ that he and his friend Eric who helped him name the game had probably seen this animation, but claims any influence it had was a subconscious one. (Fun Fact: I cosplayed as The Kid from I Want to Be The Guy at DragonCon one year, and almost got into hot water with con security over my gun prop.) That's all I really have for this week. Next week, we'll go from badly dubbed anime, that staple of after-school weekday cartoons, to something a little more Saturday Morning.

#radwolf76FLASHBack #FirstClassFLASHBack #Adobe Flash #Flash Animation #early 2000s #early web #Homestar Runner #Mike Chapman #Matt Chapman #The Brothers Chaps #Strong Bad #Strong Bad Emails #SBEmails #japanese cartoon #island #Stinkoman #Stinko Man K 20X6 #Rad Racer #You gotta have blue hair

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On the other hand, I bet Deputy Hale stopped Liam for speeding. Had the boy get out of his car, only for Derek’s eyes to get caught on Liam's massive bulge. Until, before he knows it, Derek’s under Liam’s thrall, watching the boy’s cock swing as he's given orders. Until Derek's naked, slacks to his ankles, cock jutting out and leaking profusely onto the ground as he fingers his hole open. Squealing when Master's finally inside him, come splattering the road as onlookers watch from the road

Pendulum 2: Derek/Liam

“Yeah I got it Mom. I’ll be home by dinner, don't worry. I was just hanging out with Scott for a while after school. He was helping me.” Liam smirked. It was true he had just been hanging out with Scott and he was helping him. He just didn’t say what he was helping him with.

Right now his Alpha was probably finishing up his shower and heading home. His balls were full and swinging lowly. After all it wasn’t any fun if he got to cum whenever he wanted. No Liam liked the power and the control. Scott was his play thing after all.

Scott wouldn’t be able to get off no matter how hard he wanted until Liam gave him permission. Which Liam had been saving for a special occasion. He just hadn’t figured out what that would be just yet.

“Alright sweetie. Make sure to say thank you to Scott for helping you. He’s such a good boy.”

“I will Mom. Don’t worry.”

Glancing up Liam looked into his rear view mirror, catching the sight of a squad car pulling up behind him. After all, pulling in and stopping in the middle of the road wasn’t exactly the safest thing to do.

“Gotta go Mom!”

Liam hung up the phone and looked in the mirror at himself, pulling some of his hair back to fix its place while the officer walked up. He got a look at the man’s side profile of his ass and licked his lips. Those uniforms always did wonders for their asses.

“Does there seem to be a problem officer?” He looked up from his rolled down window straight up at the man’s face.

Derek was in control over everything until that moment. From the second he had pulled over and until he reached the window was all his own doing. But once he got a glimpse of what was actually in the car he was lost. His eyes glazed over, a smile growing on his face when he saw it. Cock.

Just like Scott it was the sight of Liam’s cock that was strong enough for him to be pulled under from something as small as that. With Derek it had worked a bit stronger than with Scott. His own Alpha had been his test subject after all. Finding ways to make it stronger was important.

Unlike Scott, Derek didn’t need the swinging motion and progressive sinking. Instead it was instantaneous for him. One look down at Liam’s naked body in the car and he was gone. Back to being a play thing for his master again.

“Yes Sir. My cunt is hungry for your cock. Please sir, fuck me with your big cock again.”

Taking his cock in his own hand and stroking it. Liam grinned up at Derek and looked him up and down as his slut had returned.

“Well if you want my cock slut. Then you know what you need to do.” Liam told him , his teeth showing from his side grin. Nodding his head towards the hood of his car Liam sat back and got comfortable. Ready to enjoy the show.

With one swift movement Derek took his hand away from the car and walked in front of it. His body started to sway and move like he was dancing in an invisible club. To music that only he could hear.

His hands ran across his body. Feeling the sun’s heat over him and the barrier of the uniform constricting him. The first to go were the buttons on his shirt. Slowly, one by one, he popped each button from the holes all while his eye contact was kept on his master in the car.

With Derek’s buttons all popped his shirt hung open only held by the tails he had tucked into his belt this morning. But that didn’t last for long. With two easy clicks Derek dropped his holster belt and let it hit the floor. The sandy coloured pants were next.

There was a knowing smirk on his face as he pulled them down. Exposing his briefs that he had been wearing underneath. It didn’t take more than that for Derek to jump on the hood of the car , facing away from Liam as he arched his back and started to shake his ass in the younger’s face. Looking back with a smile that only showed how pleased he was with himself.

Liam had been impressed with how much control and response that Derek seemed to still have in this state. Any more and he felt like he was on the verge of having anyone ready to fully live their new lives as his slut. But that was a plan for another time. Right now he had a willing slut in front of him.

Derek’s ass wasn’t shaking for long. It was only a short while between dancing on the hood and pulling his underwear down. Freeing his bouncing ass and exposing it to the air.

“Hmmm, please sir… Fuck my cunt. I need you to fill me up again..”

The little show that Derek had been putting on had garnered him a crowd. The pair weren’t exactly hidden to be fair but it was far enough that they were out of the way at least not on the main road. Liam didn’t want his slut being out there too much, just yet.

“Oooo!!!” Derek moaned loudly as his fingers pushed into his hole spreading his ass and starting to finger himself for Liam and now the crowd.

Liam could see the onlookers starting to realise what the dark haired hunk was doing. Some even taking things into their own hands. Literally.

Derek’s fingers rocked into himself. His hard cock leaking and dripping onto the bonnet of the car. The stud was moaning and drooling from his own need. With his chest pushed down Derek’s ass was in the air and his back arched while he rode back on his fingers.

His body showing off just how slutty the man was, of course he was having a little help but it was him. Liam was smirking at the show with his own hand over his cock , stroking it and playing with himself in anticipation for the main event.

Derek’s own pleasure was all that was running through his mind at the time, even the collection of men that were watching from the side weren’t even a bud of a thought to him. All he focused on, all he wanted, was the feeling of Liam’s big cock again. His master’s dick ramming into him again and again like he had dreamt about every night since he was last blessed by him.

Since he was facing away from him Derek hadn’t noticed Liam jerking himself off to the site, or the videos that the cars dash cams were taking. Recording the whole thing. From Derek stripping in front of the car to now where he was slamming as many fingers as he could fit into his hole moaning out in pleasure, his mind growing numb with lust.

If it wasn’t already apparent the video just provided all the proof there needed to be. Long gone was the virtuous, grumpy man that they all knew, instead under Liam’s influence he was nothing more than a sex obsessed himbo. An entirely different person being shown with just a little coaxing from the younger’s cock, and it was perfect.

Liam stepped out of the car. Naked still as he had been since the beginning, his rock hard cock sticking out and wet from precum after enjoying the little show.

“Alright slutty cop, time for what you’ve been waiting for.”

Derek lifted his head again to stare right at his Master and his cock. His heart beat pounded in his chest from the sight of it alone. All his good work and his effort hadn’t been for nothing. This was what he had been waiting for, what he had been begging for all this time.

“Thank you Sir!!” He squealed out in joy and excitement. Scrambling down he dropped his ass down on the hood of the car. Derek slid his body down and lifted his legs back, putting himself in the perfect position for Liam. Lining up the thick cock to his hole Derek moaned through his bitten lip.

He was impatient, needy, and loose. Usually Liam would have chastised him for it, but since he was in a good mood because of the slut’s good results he let it slide this time. Besides it would have been a waste of a good hole. Derek had lined him up perfectly after all. Not only had he been positioned in the perfect place but Derek had spent all that time making sure that his hole was ready and open for him. It wasn’t an easy task keeping Derek’s hungry hole satiated, that was something Liam knew all too well.

No, he wasn’t pulling away. Instead Liam’s hips surged forward with enough force that his cock sunk into Derek’s hole in one strong broad thrust. It seemed Derek’s work had paid off. After all part of his training was making sure his hole would be ready to be filled at any time.

Liam wasted no time in fucking his slut’s hole. His cock moving smoothly through Derek’s well trained ass. The man’s usual poker face scowl was replaced with wide eyes and a dumb smile that had his tongue all but sticking out. Drool went down Derek’s chin as let out loud moans of pleasure mixed with what seemed like to Liam as laughter.

The slut was actually laughing and enjoying this more than Liam thought he would. But even that slight surprise wasn’t enough to stop him. Nothing was stopping him before he got a chance to breed Derek’s ass. His body moving in a majestic rhythm. Balls slapping loudly against the man’s ass. All of it was just as hypnotic for Derek.

Being fucked by Liam’s thick cock, the feeling of his full balls bouncing with each thrust, and the spreading numbness that invaded his brain. All of it was pleasure, all of it was bliss, and all he wanted was more. Derek’s moaning and the view that they were giving was enough for their onlookers. Now he had a proper audience of a handful of perverts, all jerking off with themselves off with their own hands and licking their lips at the sight. But the Deputy wasn’t finished. No far from it. His sounds grew louder and more shameless.

If his guttural sounds weren’t enough of a tell tale sign Derek’s words were. “I’m cumming!! Mmhmm p-pleassseee. Cummming…” They were followed by the unmistakable sounds of an orgasm, but it was only to be expected. With a cock as big as his Master’s it was only normal he would cum on it without a care in the world as his thoughts were filled with cock.

Derek’s load covered his chest and coated over his skin. The last bit of his cum dribbling out from his swinging cock as Liam fucked more out of the drooling slut.

Liam’s cock was being treated like a king. Even while Derek’s senses were pounded away by the younger, his hole continued to worship Liam’s cock. Surrounding him in the tight, warm heat he could feel his body working to milk his cock for everything it was worth. Pushing him out and pulling him back in all with just his muscle control.

Seeing how Derek had progressed was showing Liam the benefits of not just turning them into blank dolls. As much fun as he was having with Scott’s lifeless body a responsive self deprecating slut was so much better.

Liam grunted as his thrusts pounded deep into Derek’s ass. His movements were shallow and hard, his body pushing hard enough that the car was shaking with every smack. Rocking from side to side from the younger’s own power alone. Even after Liam had just loaded up one Alpha’s hole earlier he was more than ready to do it again to his other Alpha slut.

The blond’s balls were pulling up and still managed to swing about with his movements. Each slap against Derek’s ass making the satisfying sound ring out in the open air. His hands had been placed on the Alpha’s legs, holding them back and making sure that the other’s thick thighs stayed held back during it all. After all Derek had been oh so kind to spread his round cheeks for his Master’s cock.

It wasn’t much longer now for Liam. As Derek moaned underneath him, his body milking the cock as much as he could, Liam even had some sweat starting to form on his brow and back from how much he was putting into fuck his slutty turned wolf.

“Fuckk. Take it all.” Pleasure shot through him as he filled up the dark haired man with his cum. Hot and thick. Rushing to cover every bit of Derek it could find.

Liam panted softly relishing in the afterglow of his orgasm. The breeze gently brushed past him, cooling down his body after fucking Derek’s hole. The deputy on the other hand wasn’t as passive. Still lying on the hood of the car Derek had one hand playing at his hole where he was stretched around Liam’s cock and the other was rubbing the messy cum into his skin. Spreading it around his abs and his chest. Clinging to his chest hair and hiding the evidence all over his body.

“Now you know what to do whore.” Liam said grabbing the base of his cock to shake inside the other.

Derek nodded with an open satiated smile. “Yes Sir.. I’m going to shove in my special butt plug and get dressed and go back to my desk at the station like nothing has happened.”

“Good boy, and ?” He probed for more from him.

“Oh! And once I get back I’ll go to the bathrooms and make sure I send my Master pictures of me being a good boy with my plug still inside him. Keeping all of your precious cum safe.” The quick head nod told him all he needed to know. That this slut was truly and completely his now.

Liam quickly pulled his cock from Derek’s used hole and reached into his car. Taking out the plug he handed it to the older male who wordlessly shoved it deep into his hole. The small moan not going unnoticed by the two.

It had seemed as if their spectators were satisfied as well. Phones put away, and hands taken out of pants once again.

Liam took his clothes out of the back seat of the car. He didn’t care if there were men that were watching him. With a cock and body like his it didn’t matter who saw him naked. For Liam all it did was fill him with pride and also offer him a chance to scour over the crowds for any new sluts out there for him to take as his next victim.

One the chime of the hour Liam’s phone buzzed, texts coming in.

‘ Make sure you’re home in time for dinner! And could you also pick up some milk on the way home? Someone seems to have drunk it all.

Mom’

Liam scoffed as he zipped up his pants texting his mother that he’d get some. It wasn’t his fault he was still a growing teen. Just like how sluts needed his cock Liam still needed to grow.

Looking down back to the squad car Liam could see Derek already walking back to his car. “Thanks for the help Derek!” He waved and smiled at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Next time, Liam, make sure you use your GPS. You’ve lived here long enough to know your way around.” Derek scoffed at Liam. Putting his arm on the roof of the car he shook his head looking down. “Just make sure you get home safe alright?” Derek got in the car taking a note that he needed to have a word with Scott about his beta’s sense of direction. Even after Liam pulled out and drove off it took Derek a second or two to fidget in his seat to get comfortable, there was just something that felt out of place.

#Anonymous #Derek #Liam #scribbles #story sunday #prompt

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seriousbusinessforhumans · 4 years

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As someone who went through the training, hiring, and socialization of a career in law enforcement, I wanted to give a first-hand account of why I believe police officers are the way they are......I believe that if everyone understood how we’re trained and brought up in the profession, it would inform the demands our communities should be making of a new way of community safety.

One night during briefing, our watch commander told us that the city council had requested a new zero tolerance policy....against homeless people collecting cans from recycling bins. See, the city had some kickback deal with the waste management company where waste management got paid by the government for our expected tonnage of recycling........Sarge called me over to assist him. He was detaining a 70 year old immigrant who spoke no English, who he’d seen picking a coke can out of a trash bin. He ordered me to arrest her for stealing trash. I said, “Sarge, c’mon, she’s an old lady.” He said, “I don’t give a shit. Hook her up, that’s an order.” And… I did. She cried the entire way to the station and all through the booking process. I couldn’t even comfort her because I didn’t speak Spanish. I felt disgusting but I was ordered to make this arrest and I wasn’t willing to lose my job for her.

I knew cops that intentionally provoked anger in suspects so they could claim they were assaulted. I was particularly good at winding people up verbally until they lashed out so I could fight them. Nobody spoke out. Nobody stood up. Nobody betrayed the code.

Many cops fantasize about getting to kill someone in the line of duty, egged on by others that have. One of my training officers told me about the time he shot and killed a mentally ill homeless man wielding a big stick. He bragged that he “slept like a baby” that night.

DO THE BASTARDS EVER HELP?

Reading the above, you may be tempted to ask whether cops ever do anything good. And the answer is, sure, sometimes. In fact, most officers I worked with thought they were usually helping the helpless and protecting the safety of innocent people. During my tenure in law enforcement, I protected women from domestic abusers, arrested cold-blooded murderers and child molesters, and comforted families who lost children to car accidents and other tragedies. I helped connect struggling people in my community with local resources for food, shelter, and counseling. I deescalated situations that could have turned violent and talked a lot of people down from making the biggest mistake of their lives. I worked with plenty of officers who were individually kind, bought food for homeless residents, or otherwise showed care for their community.

Instead of wasting time with minor tweaks, I recommend exploring the following ideas:

No more qualified immunity. Police officers should be personally liable for all decisions they make in the line of duty.

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