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2neaky · 20 days ago

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3.7k! • 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑵𝑰 | -> warnings: or*l (male receiving), aggressive/rough behavior (both parties are consenting), gagging/choking, bre*thplay, dirty talk, substance use (smoking we*d) & detailed mentions of using it, obscene language, “put in your place” trope, ambiguous relationship between characters, use of n-word (all characters & author are Black), NYC slang used sparingly, original characters

This is my first queer fic (MxM) on this page (not new to this, though). Sumn slight, sumn light. Hope you guys enjoy. Pls reblog if you do.

There’s nothing special about this tonight. Nothing out of the ordinary or extravagant.

The complete opposite.

Even the parking lot of the Chick-fil-a is still. There are probably only four other cars here, quite spaced out.

What’s so special about two guys hanging out? Sitting in the car; Talking, smoking, listening to music—and they might even come up with a few freestyles while high.

A calm vibe for the night. Nothing special.

Oily paper bags full of empty sauce packets and finished fries sit by their feet, ready to be discarded.

One of their rap playlists is on, and he can’t even remember whose it is. Their taste in music is the same at this point. So as MHPG Sound’s MHA bumps through the speakers, he hears soft mumbles as the other man raps along.

“Yo, Shey.” Jai’s voice cracks as it’s the first time he’s said anything in about half an hour. Quickly, he clears his throat.

“Mmh,” his friend hums, attention elsewhere at the moment.

“You could put the seat warmers on? I’m fake feeling the cold from outside.” In his seat, he softly shakes his legs in an attempt to generate some heat for himself.

Peering up from whatever had arrested his focus, Shekar nods over at the small backlit buttons decorating the dashboard. “It’s right in front’a you.” Just as quickly, he’s looking right back down.

Crumbs of salt and waffle-fries fall from Jai’s hands as he dusts them off. “Yeah, but my fingers mad greasy.” Licking his lips, he tastes the remaining salt crumbs.

Should’a got more napkins.

“I’m rolling. Just wipe ‘em off.”

Finally, Jai looks his way for the first time in minutes. In the darkness of the car, with Shekar’s faced-up phone screen being the only efficient light source, he catches him in the process of rolling a blunt. There’s even a lighter balancing on his knee.

If he hadn’t known him for so long, Jai would’ve been more impressed that he just rolled up in near-darkness. But it comes as no surprise, this nigga will roll up anywhere.

“Nigga if I could, I wouldn’t be asking you. We ain’t even get napkins.”

Sucking his teeth, Shekar breaks his focus from the blunt. Thankfully, he’d finished. He carefully sets it on his phone screen before stretching over the middle console and Jai’s knees to pull open the glove box.

He crashes back into his seat, letting Jai see for himself, the hidden stash of napkins he keeps on deck.

“Chipotle?” Jai scowls at him just before leaning forward and snatching up two. “Thought you had better standards than that.”

“Aah, look at that.” Ignoring every thing he just said, Shekar clicks on the overhead light to show off his work. “Pearled that shit, nigga. Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout.”

Jai only rolls his eyes in response. He reaches for the seat warmer button for his side and sets the temperature up to the max.

Clicking the light back off, Shekar is quick to spark up. He takes the first hit before even giving it a second thought.

“And it’s a—“ He coughs. “S’a good thing you don’t get paid to—to think.” A smile creeps up on his face, even as he clears his throat. “Talking ‘bout better standards. Tuh, I seen the bitches you fucked with—“

“Yeah, shut the fuck up.” Jai snatches the blunt, immediately taking a hit.

A pointed stare is what Shekar gives him. “Thought you brought your own.”

He drops his lighter on the small shelf of the speed-o-meter. The clank of the plastic is the loudest sound in the car.

Taking his time to respond, Jai exhales through his nose, puffing out a thin cloud of smoke. “And?”

From his face, Shey’s stare moves to the blunt itself.

“We’a just smoke it after this.” An air of indifference surrounds Jai’s words.

“You put Grabba?”

He takes one more puff while pushing his seat back. “Mhm.”

Immediately, Shekar sucks his teeth. “Hand my shit back, I’an tryna smoke that—“

He reaches out for the spliff, only for Jai to block his hand.

“Aye, nigga—chill!“ He pulls it from between his lips, holding it close to his chest and careful not to drop it. “Almost made me drop the shit,” he scowls. “Structure up. You a grown ass nigga and can’t smoke Grabba?”

“I’on like it—“

“Aah, you’a be cool,” Jai says as he smacks his chest with a light back hand. Settling back in his seat, he brings the blunt back to his lips.

Resigned, Shekar only leans against the window and pulls out his phone.

“Hm,” Jai hums, handing it over.

Wordlessly he takes it, taking a slow hit as he scrolls through some app. “Damn near … smoked my shit out.” He turns it over, eyeing how it had shrunk.

“You whining, Shey’.”

With a burst of energy, Shekar whips his head to look at it. “Nigga ‘cause you use too much Grabba. You be on that feind shit, it ain’t even that good.” His glare lingers on him for a second more before it retreats to his phone screen.

As he grows quiet, Jai watches him slip the blunt back in-between his pink lips. This time, when he exhales, his tongue peaks out just a little bit to wet the bottom lip.

It’s got a soft sheen to it. Even in the darkness, the pink skin looks plump and soft.

For as long as they’ve been smoking—since they were seventeen (and Shekar’s been doing it for longer than that)—it’s always surprised Jai how he hasn’t gotten smoker’s lips.

“Fuck? … Fuck is niggas on? Thinking I’m hitting that,” Shekar mumbles, his soft voice breaking Jai’s focus.

And so, Jai finally looks at the whole of his face. Before he can stop himself, an airy laugh floats out of him.

Shey’s always had a softer, quieter voice. Some days, it actually pisses him off, because having to go “huh” about five times before hearing what was said gets aggravating fast. Most times, he just finds it funny.

Although, he occasionally thinks it’s a little cute.

“Quit bitching. Y’know I hate that shit.” He smirks, he can’t help it. The thought of how he might react to the teasing is just too good.

Shekar can hear the smile in his voice. It’s quiet for a minute as he smokes.

And even if he’s sitting still, Jai might as well be bouncing in his seat, waiting with bated breath for a response, a clapback—anything.

Nevertheless, Shekar continues to scroll through his phone. The lingering stare on his body doesn’t bother him.

So as Jai continues to wait for a response he likely won’t get, he only watches. But waiting turns into something else as the thought leaves his mind for better: admiration.

Is that what he wants to call it?

Either way, he’s staring at his hair. Eyeing the fresh lineup. It’s crisp. He can imagine how the trimmed hairs feel under his fingertips.

The rest of his hair is pulled up into the most half-assed bun he’s ever seen. Just to get it out of his face, he guesses. His deep brown curls have seen better days.

“Your hair is mad frizzy. This day five hair?”

He’s the only one that laughs at his own joke, let alone acknowledges it. And that makes his smile drop.

“C’mon, y’know I’m just joking.”

He waits a couple of seconds for a response. A reaction of some sort. And when it doesn’t come—

Jai sucks his teeth. “Nigga you mad sensitive. Mad sherm right now—”

With a loud sigh, Shekar shuts off his phone and drops it in his lap. Finally, he does a full-body turn just to look at him.

Jai fights himself to successfully restrain a smile.

“What you want?”

This time, he loses the fight to his natural urges—a shit-eating grin slowly stretches out his full lips. It only continues to grow as he stares at Shekar. “You getting butthurt over a lil’ joke.”

“I just don’t wanna smoke your bum ass shit.”

“Yeah, aight.”

Shaking his head, Shekar passes the blunt back. He pretends he doesn’t see the slight tremor in Jai’s hand when their fingers touch in the exchange.

“Don’t beg for it when I take it out,” Jai smirks.

Under the cover of his naturally full lashes, Shekar eyes him, letting his words sit in the air for a bit. He waits patiently for a “pause” from the other. It doesn’t come.

With a scoff and a shake of his head, Shekar turns his head to look out the window.

“Oh, aight,” Jai challenges.

He only shakes his head again, neglecting to even say anything.

“You know you good for doing that.”

He rolls his eyes, almost letting a simple “shut the fuck up,” slip out.

Finally, Jai stops speaking, if only to take a hit. Holding his breath, he shifts in his seat and yells: “It’s quiet, ain’t no what?” He exhales. “Oh, aight!”

His chuckles are deep. Shekar tries to ignore how his stomach stirs at the sound.

“Quiet, ain’t no motherfucking … back talk, nigga.” He’s only quiet for a couple more seconds, taking another quick puff. “You listen to what I say.”

Shekar can’t help it; He cracks a smile. He even quietly laughs to himself. “Now you just chattin’.”

“Ain’t nobody chattin’, nigga! I tell you to do something and you do it. Simple.”

This is too ridiculous to ignore. Shekar finds his body moving to look at him before he can even consciously do it.

“You off a bean?”

Letting go of the blunt, Jai allows it to dangle between his lips. His now free hand reaches forward, latching softly around the base of Shekar’s neck, just to drag him forward.

Just a few inches separate their faces. A small cloud puffs from the end of the shrinking blunt.

“If I tell you to do sumn right now, you gon’ say no?” He raises a brow.

Shekar looks down at his mouth, unconsciously memorizing the way his dark pink lips curl around the vice.

“Nah…” He watches how the corner of his mouth twitches, trying to hide a smirk. “I’a just remind you who you talking to.”

A scoff leaves his lips before an actual response does. Jai’s hand drops from his neck, pushing him away before catching the blunt before it falls. Now, he can really laugh.

“Yeah, okay,” he sighs out. “You ain’t doing shit, nigga.”

Shekar remains quiet.

Seeing as the blunt has grown considerably smaller, he realizes that a bit of time has passed. It’s starting to hit, even by just a little bit.

He can tell by the sluggish feeling plaguing his body. As fatigue slowly blankets him, he recognizes that it’s only a matter of time before his patience begins to shorten.

Busying himself, Jai grabs his phone to queue up more songs for the Apple CarPlay. Even if the music plays low, he can still enjoy it.

All the while as he silently jams out to the music, the blunt steadily becomes a roach. It isn’t glaringly obvious to him until the tiny thing burns the pads of his fingers. He quietly hisses before putting it out in the car’s mini ash tray.

Missing the feeling of something in his hand and between his lips, he quickly replaces Shekar’s blunt with his own. He pulls it from the pocket of his Amiri hoodie.

“Yo, pass me that lighter?”

“Hm?” Shekar looks up from his phone. With low and glassy eyes, he searches the man next him for seconds as his words take their time to sink in. “Oh…”

A bit slower than usual, he grabs the lighter from the speed-o-meter’s ledge and drops it in Jai’s awaiting palm.

“‘Preciate you.”

He hums. This time, he looks Jai’s way. Watches how he turns the new blunt over the open flame.

“And you hitting this shit, too,” Jai insists.

Before he can think, Shekar softly sucks his teeth. “You tryna … smoke me out, nigga,” he mumbles, dragging a hand over his face as he leans back in his seat. “Told you I’an want that bum ass shit.”

Still, Jai sparks up. His first inhale is slow and deep. He only hits it about two more times before passing it off.

With no argument, Shekar accepts it. He puts his lips right where Jai’s were and inhales deeply.

“Look at how you still took it, though.”

Shekar coughs, though it’s not as bad as when they hit his blunt first. “Shut—shut up.”

“Exactly … took that shit real easy.” Jai looks at him with lowered eyes, a lazy smile on his lips, too. “You a pro at that, taking it, y’know?”

Face screwed up, Shekar sucks his teeth as he stares down at the blunt. “Yo, stop … fucking playing with me…”

His voice had trailed off.

“You is, though. I’m giving you your props lil’ nigga.” Jai nudges his shoulder, his smile growing to show off his perfect teeth.

Shekar fixes a dirty look on him. Even as he glares at him, Jai can tell that he’s baked. His low and glossy eyes drags laughter out of him.

“You gon’ quit bitchin’ me.”

Jai only laughs harder, having to put a fist over his mouth as he doubles over.

Sucking his teeth, Shekar turns to look out the window. His body is growing tense. “‘Fore I put my dick in your mouth.”

He’s wheezing at this point. Breathless as he looks up at him with an open mouth. “Yo … what? Nigga—I can’t even—I can’t even take you serious.”

“Yeah … keep laughing, pussy.” The slur in his words is soft, feeling the high really get to him. He sucks his teeth, his body feeling a little too light. “Choke on my shit.”

Jai’s fit dies down as he sucks his teeth. “Yeah, okay.” Sitting up straight, he partly stretches over the console to get in his face. “Bet you, you won’t,” he says hushed.

Shekar turns to look at him with low eyes. There’s a hint of a scowl on his pink lips. “Bet you I fucking will.”

Jai peers down at them, his own stretching into a smile. “You won’t.”

“On everything.” His eyes widen as they fall on his.

“Fuck everything,” he says quietly. “Make me, pussy.”

What little illumination the parking lot and tiny lights of the car’s interior offers shouldn’t be enough.

But, if Shekar can roll up in the dark, then he doesn’t need much to see Jai bobbing his head over his lap.

The hand he’s got on his head guides him, as well as keeps his braids from falling in his face.

Soft gags and wet slurps are music to his ears—louder than his own moans.

“You wanted this shit … make sure you get it all.” He scowls, angling his hips up to hit the back of his throat.

The only answer Jai gives is a deep moan that sends a steady vibration through Shey’s dick.

No doubt, he’s got bruises now. But that’s the least of his worries when he’s struggling to breathe properly.

“Doing all’at talking … had to shut you the fuck up.” He pushes him all the way down and holds his head there.

Jai’s gags and the way his throat constricts around him only make his dick twitch.

Shekar looks down at it all with a grin on his face, taking his time to admire despite Jai’s desperation to come up for air.

“You look good choking on my shit.” He licks his lips, admiring the view.

Gripping the back of his head tighter, he yanks his head up.

As Jai is pulled off, he gasps. Harsh coughs leave him as his body tries to swallow as much air as possible.

But even as he’s struggling for it, Shekar still finds his plump, spit-slicked lips to be arousing. His chin is messy with his own spit and a bit of precum.

He gets in his face. “You still got somethin’ to say?”

Still gasping for air, Jai weakly shakes his head. Though, it’s difficult to do that when someone’s got a stiff grip on your hair.

“Speak, nigga.”

He swallows, and Shekar can see his throat bob. “Nah.” His voice is hoarse and broken. Ruined.

If he wasn’t so hard already, that would’ve got him there.

He hums, running his eyes over Jai’s face one more time.

“You pretty when you don’t speak. Maybe I should keep my dick in your mouth … but you gon’ do that anyway.”

“Shey—“

“Stop talking, nigga.” He ignores the way Jai winces when he tugs his on his hair harder. “I’an really tryna hear all’at. What I really wanna hear is you choking on my shit, ‘cause you blowing my high right now.”

So, Jai dutifully sinks his head back down on him, embracing Shekar’s dick with his throat.

“And keep your hands behind your back.”

They’ve never moved from the spot, crossed even, despite nothing holding them down.

Shekar only guides his head for the first few bobs. And he smiles as he slowly pulls his hand away, watching Jai take over for himself.

He wants to bet all of the money in his bank account that Jai hadn’t even noticed that he stopped guiding him. And it’s cause he’s a slut like that.

Shekar knows it better than anyone else. He doesn’t even need Jai to say it himself. This is all proof enough.

“Just like that … keep throatin’ my shit.” He laughs to himself, leaning back in his seat as he watches. “Make sure you clean up all the mess you making.”

A broken moan sounds from the back of his throat. Jai pulls off of him. A full second doesn’t even go by before his mouth is back on his dick, suckling on the slick skin from the side.

All the while, in his other hand, Shekar smokes on whatever’s left of Jai’s blunt. He minds the burn in his nose and throat a little less.

“It’s quiet, right? No fucking back talk, nigga.” He licks his lips.

Every drop of precum that dribbles out, Jai is there to slurp up. While his pillow-soft lips surround him, his syphoned cheeks give a tight squeeze.

And it’s got Shekar’s eyes rolling back, his head falling against the headrest, too. He’s got a hand back on Jai’s head, an attempt to slow down his quickening pace.

“S—shit … you a fucking eater … goddamn, nigga,” he groans out.

His gentle voice only goads Jai on. He wants to hear more of him. It makes his chest warm.

“Look at you … should record this, play it back f’you later ... show you how much you love this shit.”

Jai falters in his pace, moaning at his words. His own dick aches in his sweats, untouched.

“How you the biggest slut I f-fuckin’ know—“ He hisses, his hips stutter. “Ain’t you?”

His only answer is a gag.

Shekar’s hand moves from the back of his head to the side, just far enough that his thumb caresses the side of his face.

“Ain’t you, Pa?” he asks softer.

Jai’s eyes fall closed and for a second he stops. His concentration is up by a thousand percent as he tries not to finish in his pants.

“Gimme a answer, c’mon,” he gently pushes.

And Jai only whimpers. It’s quiet, but Shekar definitely hears it.

“Mhm, I know … I know.” He inhales deeply.

Tightening his grip on his hair once more, Shekar holds his head down. That’s the only warning he gives before he starts fucking up into his throat.

“So quit. Fuckin’. Actin’. Like. You. Not.” He grunts through clenched teeth.

The gags are harsher—wetter—this time. Jai’s hands clench into fists behind his back. Even as his eyes squeeze shut, tears slips from them, down his cheeks.

Sweat beads at the top of Shekar’s forehead as he punctuates each word with a thrust. His stomach clenches, burning with arousal and the workout this is.

“Quit acting like you not a lil’ thot f’this shit,” he pants, still holding his head down. “This what you needed, though … someone to shut you up. Give you some dick to keep you quiet.”

He takes a hit of the blunt.

“That’s all you was needing … I could tell. Just wanted my attention, right?”

A ragged, pathetic moan is the only response Jai can give. He even tries to nod his head. It isn’t much of anything, but Shekar sees the effort for what it is.

“Yeah … just wanted some attention.”

He finally pulls Jai off of his dick, allowing to breathe again. He ignores coughs and hacks.

“So I’ma give you what you really need.”

With Jai’s head just a few inches off of him, Shekar takes his dick in hand and pumps himself. It only takes a few fast tugs.

His balls grow tight and a groan gets caught in his throat. Holding himself and aim, he paints Jai’s deep brown skin with ribbons of gooey white.

His cheeks and chin are outliers. Bullseye is on his shiny, parted lips. And the view from up here is to die for.

Biting down on his lower lip, Shekar taps his tip against Jai’s mouth as the last few drops of his cum dribble out.

“Fuuuck.”

When he’s finished, he releases’s Jai’s hair, allowing the other man to finally sit up. All the while, he finishes off the rest of the blunt.

Silently, too exhausted for his own good, Jai leans back in his seat, trying to catch his own breath.

“Shit, nigga,” he sighs out, voice broken beyond anything.

Shekar doesn’t respond, basking in his own orgasm still.

Weakly, Jai pulls down the sun visor on his side, accessing the mirror. As the automatic lights hit his face, he sees the mess made.

“Fuckin’ … got the shit all over me.”

Shekar exhales. “You whining, Jai.”

He turns his head to glare at him, a weak scowl on his lips. “Shut the fuck up.”

It’s funny hearing how his voice is almost completely lost. Shekar smirks, still looking ahead at the empty parking lot.

“Bet you your standards not too high for them napkins now.”

And if Jai hadn’t learned his lesson, he would’ve said something back. But as he swallows, his throat sore, he’s reminded to keep his mouth closed.

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daydreamerwonderkid · 5 months ago

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Gotten a few asks about this so let me clarify:

Atlantis the Lost Empire is NOT Nazi propaganda nor is it an endorsement of Nazi beliefs.

It's another example of a piece of media that has taken inspiration from a conspiracy theory which unfortunately has ties to the Nazis' obsession with proving their bonkers Aryan race theory.

The Nazis were obsessed with finding and creating ANY sort of historical/traditional link to validate their agenda, no matter how utterly ridiculous or entirely separate from reality that link was. They were obsessed with the mystical and the occult. Pseudo-science and pseudo-archaeology were their literal bread and butter.

In this instance, Plato's story of a sunken ancient city is not special for being co-opted for the Nazi's purposes. What has lead Atlantis to becoming a popular conspiracy theory in modern times is due in part to the steady popularization of pseudo-science as well as bad faith actors promoting a racist conspiracy theory as genuine fact.

The majority of conspiracy theories you hear about today actually have roots in fiction. For example, the Hollow Earth conspiracy theory finds it's origins from science fiction novels dating back to the 1800s. The Philadelphia Project can also trace its origins to a UFO writer who claims he was receiving secret confidential intel from a former US mariner. And yet there are are people who genuinely believe there is a secret world hidden in the center of the earth and that the US government was experimenting with and succeeded in creating a portal to another dimension.

So is the case with Atlantis. Atlantis: The Antediluvian World was written by Ignatius Donnelly in 1882 as a means to express his desires for a populist government and world. He was extremely misguided in his belief that Plato's story was factual and he employed the use of hyperdiffusion-a popular method used in countless conspiracy theories-to argue that all ancient societies were basically all descended from one even more ancient people.

Or in the Nazi's own terms: "An ancient master race."

Bad actors like Graham Hancock and Ancient Aliens further popularized the Nazi's conspiracy theory (as well as many others) and Donnelly's books by spreading mass disinformation across a global scale and we are all suffering for it.

As I've already stated before, Atlantis the Lost Empire takes superficial inspiration from the conspiracy theory in the same way that Stranger Things takes inspiration from the Montauk Project. Many popular sci-fi films, tv shows, books, and video games are littered with references and nods to conspiracy theories. Everything from Men in Black to The X Files to the SCP Foundation.

If you are interested in seeing how convincing conspiracy theories can get and their very real ability to destroy actual lives, I recommend watching American Conspiracy: The Octopus Murders. It perfectly showcases how conspiracy theories can suck you in and how people can easily take advantage of you once they break down your ability to distinguish fiction from reality.

My only caveat with the documentary is that I really wish the creators had emphasized even more plainly to the audience that the Octopus Murders is an actual conspiracy theory instead of leaving the question somewhat open ended. Especially in regards to Danny Casolaro's death.

I would also highly recommend watching Milo Rossi aka miniminuteman's videos as his channel is dedicated solely to debunking various archaeological conspiracy theories as well as providing fascinating education on a variety of historical topics. I really cannot overstate how wonderful his Awful Archaeology series is.

I'm going to link a few of my favorites here:

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This is the first of a multiseries debunking Graham Hancock's Ancient Apocalypse series.

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This is Part 1 of 2 of him debunking one of the most notorious TikTokers who makes a living off of spreading mass disinformation.

I would be remiss not to mention Atun-Shei Film's amazing channel as well as Lady of the Library.

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I would also recommend Kaz Rowe's channel as they provide stellar information on a wide variery of historical topics.

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Tldr; Atlantis the Lost Empire and the films creators' did not set out to promote Nazi beliefs. They simply took inspiration from a popular conspiracy theory and made it something entirely unique and separate from the Aryan race agenda.

#dreamer talks #atlantis #atlantis the lost empire #conspiracy theory #conspiracy theories #psa #history #world history #debunking myths #debunking conspiracy theories #this is a public service announcement #edits will be made as needed #feel to correct me on any of these points #or to offer your own recommendations #Youtube #long post #long post is long #fuck graham hancock #fuck ancient aliens

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kineticpenguin · 9 months ago

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What other things can you say about InRange and Forgotten Weapons that are recent

Lessee... Karl at InRange has been collabing with more people on a variety of topics, like Annette Evans specializing in women's self-defense, for example. He was a guest on Behind the Bastards for the Hiram Maxim episodes, he had a discussion video with Atun-Shei about John Brown, and he and SinistralRifleman are still working on Brutality stuff. I don't know much of anything about his personal life, and frankly do not care. If that's relevant to anyone, I think it's worth remembering that the reason Brownells dropped him and Ian parted ways with him was because he committed the crime of saying trans people are people with rights on arfcom, not because he does things you might consider cringe on his own time.

I think Ian has realized that he might've fucked up by not standing by his onetime friend, as his channel has kinda struggled for new content and he's started trying to create his own Brutality spin-offs and rip-offs. There are only so many Forgotten Weapons worth talking about, after all, and so a lot of his videos lately have been more like Modern Garbage, stuff that was "forgotten" not because it was old, but because it sucked and/or had no market niche like the Coonan and COP .357. The VHS-2/Springfield Hellion getting a new variant is just bog standard "hey guys new version of a gun" video that TFBTV handles. It'd explain part of why he's copyright striking old videos with InRange, if he can publish new videos about the same topics, that'll keep him afloat. The Royal Armouries have kinda started to eat his lunch, not only having constant access to all kinds of old and interesting firearms, but also regularly talking about them in a way relevant to a wider audience by comparing them to their video game representation. They're doing some collaboration videos now, but we'll see how long that lasts if they catch a whiff of that Leviathan Group stink on him.

Also it was a little embarrassing when he tried to fact-check Siege of Jadotville and the Chieftain made a response video that rightly pointed out that sometimes, troops just do things that don't actually make sense because they believe they make sense.

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jorjmush · 2 years ago

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breaking news: idiot with a fish hits 255 and kills god heres the part where i do a personal review all parts of the arcane river story

dont take these seriously

the adversary as a character 0/10: words dont describe how bad he is "...Oh!" "...Ah!" shut up youre an insult to every maplestory class

lost temple keeper + vanishing journey: 7/10

i did this in 2017 but most of the content is fetch quests and an introduction to completely new things you have no attachment to maybe i should give it a little more credit as the kao twist being revealed for the first time was kinda cool and the talk amongst the fandom

reverse city: 7/10 apparently i did this in 2021? i guess that makes sense because this didnt exist in 2017 why is earth real and called friends world still not invested in the story by this point but i liked t-boy

chu chu island: 6/10 this is when i came back so i actually think this story is quite fun and i liked the characters involved but in the grand scheme of things, its not good

feels like filler, wasnt truly important until yum yum was added YEARS LATER, feels like a waste of 5 levels when i still feel like you should fight the black mage at 250 instead of 255

yum yum island: 9/10 cooooooooool cooooooooooooooooooool has the same fun and and loveable whimsy of chu chu but this time it sets up something sinister and adds to the plot

the afrien fusion, the kaling reveal, chefs kiss

lachelein + crack of subconscious: 8/10 honestly i wasnt very invested in this lucid just makes this interesting

plus im a shade so i get extra dialogue

also this town name sucks gms hates non-english words

arcana: 7/10

rock spirits and i love the spirit of harmony was this just setup for tana

morass: 10/10

alright we getting into PLOT jean deserved better, tana deserved better, arkarium deserved what he got, shey deserved better, kritias deserved better

the flying fish TALKS and the moment where he takes the form of jean and shows himself to tana is so AMAZING i love this TRAGIC STORY

the maps are awful though especially if youre low on arcane force which i was

esfera: 8/10

why dont i actually remember much of what happened here i guess the information of tana has been so stuck in my head it doesnt feel like it was presented as new information to me anymore lots of nice exclusive dialogue here though and we get to meet ollie sellas: 11/10 i will cry right here right now this is such a good story with good atmosphere and pacing i CARE for both ollie and shubert greatly

moonbridge: 8/10

this is when the pacing and structure becomes spotty because it was part of the event i chose not to participate in which means i didnt get the full experience theres just so much dread in this questline so many losses from not being ready to fight the black mage the pacing towards the second half is bad though the cutoff is so strange because it feels like you have another 30 minutes to go when really you have 5 labyrinth of suffering: 8/10

hillas beats the shit out of your morale for an hour the dread continues and continues it shall tons of exclusive dialogue, always a favorite limina: 5/10 i feel like im supposed to feel more i feel like im supposed to do more all of the bosses are very weak which is very unsatisfying, orchid is tsundere and says the adversary hasnt lost anything which ranges from maybe true to absurdly false depending on who you are the claudine vs cygnus scene is legitimately pointless, nothing can describe in words how pointless it truly is the flying fish DIES and then suddenly you have to fight the black mage the black mage whos phases last 4 seconds in story mode i only ever got hit once

the adversary dying did make me actually sad though because everyone else thinks youre truly dead the flying fish comes back (yay) and then its revealed NO ONE DIES? and most of the soldiers get UNSNAPPED? the story finishes with orchid being tsundere again and your idiot of a character sitting on the flying fish leaving the scene

i feel like im in a cartoon

kaos memory: 8/10 a tragedy of a character destined to die kao deserved better shade aftermath: 10/10 thank god he gained a reason to live conclusion: why did i even type this out im just ready to move on to the grandis story

#maplestory #im so tired #limina was over an hour and a half long #but the black mage phases lasted 4 seconds each #woops became too much of a negative nancy

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omg I feel like we are the same person. I'm also suffering from terrible chronic back pain. I've already have 5 surgeries this year alone to help rectify the problem with my spine. It's hell and I can't work because of it. Your writing made my days happier while I've been going through all of this. I've been secretly hoping you will finish sleepwalkers at some point because I adore that fanfic. I just hope we both recover from our chronic pain disabilities soon! Just know you're not alone.

omg i'm so sorry to hear abt your chronic back pain and all those surgeries, i can't imagine how that must feel 🥺🥺 i'm super late in answering this, please forgive me, but i hope that things improve for you!! 5 surgeries?!?! you're totally incredible!! gosh i can't imagine how that feels, fren 😭 i've only had the one so far but i may have another soon 🥲 back pain totally sucks 😭 i just got back from an appt with a neurologist today and theyre gonna look for a place where i can get an MRI that is hopefully affordable cos i don't have insurance... again, i'm so sorry you're in so much pain, i'm right there with you fren 💛💛🥺 it's awful. and not being able to work is stressful as well, i wonder how you're doing these days ;_;

as for sleepwalkers, i'm so thrilled to hear i can do something to help you in these hellish times. i miss the digimon fandom, i'm hoping to work on ch 19 soon!! it's been hard to write lately cos of chronic pain and depression but it encourages me knowing that my fics help others!!! i'll try working on it tomorrow morning 😊

i hope that we both recover too!!! thank you for all the kind words 😭

stay safe,

shey 💛

#anon #physical health #health stuffs #personal #sleepwalkers #progress report?#kinda?#sorry for being so absent yall i am alive 🥲#long post

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sheizara · 2 years ago

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Truthful Thursday: What’s one thing that they’ve had to face reality with? Was it a hard lesson to learn? Has it made them wiser? Stronger? Or do they still dwell on it?

Some people just suck. Some people are just thieves of joy and don't want to see anyone else be happy or successful. Some people will just actively hate that you were born, something you had no control over!, and will hold it against you.

Shei spent a lot of time growing up trying to fit into a mold of someone who wouldn't get yelled at or looked down on, and what that mold looked like was constantly changing because it never mattered how she acted or what she looked like.

When she got out of Quel'thalas she was really able to kind of decide who she wanted to be and the kind of people she wanted to be around. Life is extremely unfair and surprisingly short at times, and she's learned that she doesn't really owe anyone a version of herself that they might like.

You either vibe with her, or you don't.

But of course she still dwells on it, it's hard to easily get past that kind of treatment. It just doesn't control her life anymore.

Thanks @chothulu!

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fulltimecatwitch · 7 months ago

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where the fuck in my post did i say the other options were good? to be clear : they all suck, i'm just clarifying that this isn't the progressive win international media is claiming it is

The tren maya is not a complicated project it was literally built by taking land from indigenous people and committing ecocide on the mayan jungle. It doesn't matter how much the goverment claims it will provide economic growth, the people there do not want it

Tren Maya amenaza la identidad y derechos de las infancias

https://corrientealterna.unam.mx/otras-historias/infancias-tren-maya/

Bacalar: los olvidados que va dejando el despojo del Tren Maya | Radio Zapatista

https://radiozapatista.org/?p=45750

Pueblos denuncian despojo y militarización con “tren maya” - Avispa Midia

https://avispa.org/pueblos-denuncian-despojo-y-militarizacion-con-tren-maya/

Felix Salgado Macedonio ( acussed of SA was literally at her side during her campaign closure ceremony and it is likely that she will give him a new position of power despite

Claudia has publicly spoken about supporting the military during her campaign https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.eleconomista.com.mx/amp/politica/Claudia-Sheinbaum-defiende-las-labores-de-las-Fuerzas-Armadas-ajenas-a-la-seguridad-20240416-0087.html

She was also the one who placed thousands of soldiers at the subway claiming it was for our own security

The military ( which btw is also trained by Isr*el ) in Mexico has a history of abuse of power and now has taken more than a hundred civilian duties, which gives them even more power and impunity to use excessive force against civilians and get away with violating basic human rights

ironic for someone who claims they are not like their predecessors

•During her campaign she claimed her party had managed to lower femicides and violence against women, which is true if you look at their "official numbers" but a lot of people have been omitted from this official records. Here is Jose Luis Castillo talking about how her daughter, who went missing in 2009, is no longer part of the official list of missing people

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMrd1DwLF/

•Claudia never had a solid position regarding abortion during her campaign and during one of the preseidential debates, when asked about violence against women, she literally said she'd rather talk about something else.

• If we have legalized federal abortion is thanks to the collectives who have organized and protested not thanks to Morena or any other party

if we have legal change of gender, recognition of non binary identity trans specialized clinics and legal equal marriage it is thanks to activists, thanks to people like Maria Elizabeth Montaño and Ociel Baena ( whose murders were covered up by the state) not thanks to Claudia or Morena

https://animalpolitico.com/2020/06/doctora-maria-elizabeth-derechos-poblacion-trans-desaparecida

• I agree that a lot of Morena's social programs have helped and i'm glad they're staying. It's also true that minimum wage increased, but i don't know how much it really helps when literally everything is getting more and more expensive. My family and I are all working class and each month we can afford less and less of our basic pantry essentials. My grandmother receives money from these social programs and she's barely getting by as well. Also, just because the money is now going directly to the people doesn't mean there is no corruption present

I'm glad as well that the the righ wing is not on power, everything you say about them is correct and I do not in any form support PRIAN or Xochitl, but Claudia is no better or less corrupt than any of them and she is not for the people

As someone from Mexico I feel deeply obligated to let the US left know that Claudia Sheinbaum is neither of these things and while having a women rule the country for the first time is a historic achievement it is not the win you think it is

She is of jewish descent and made one statement for Palestine but never pressured the mexican goverment to break ties with Israel and one of her proposals as a president is to give the military here ( that btw is trained by the Isr*eli army) more power

As the mayor of Mexico City she constantly used the riot police against protestors and allowed the use of tear gas ( which she later claimed wasn't true)

She calls herself a feminist but always refused to acknowledge the wave of violence Mexico faces against women ( 11 women dissapear every day in Mexico) She has also knowingly made men accused of SA part of her campaign team

She also supports "Tren Maya", a project that caused massive ecological devastation in the mayan jungle and facilitated military violence against indigenous communities

You don't live here, you don't know shit so please don't push this kind of narrative idolizing these people

this is not a win for us

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mojolaoluwa-oyedeji · 3 months ago

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A Nation of Unreliable Fortune

The sun streamed down on the dead, green, not grassy turf. Well, there was grass, but not enough grass. Repeated kicks and days of rain had upended the surface and it still hadn’t been fixed, to no-one’s shock.

The coach shouted into the still silence of the air while they ran dribbling drills. He hated training when the weather was like this.

What was the point of building a training facility near the water when they would never get a breeze? All they got was the humidity and mosquitoes hungry to suck their blood like they were children rushing to down a cold pack of ribena.

The coach’s words didn’t help either, slamming into his skin like tiny little sharp knives, calling each of them talentless, useless and worthless (even though those were the same thing, but you couldn’t tell him that or else he would cut your head off).

Telling them they had no future, even though he was the one stuck yelling at children for meager pay at the ripe old age of 60. He had to be 60, otherwise that big pot hanging off his midsection was just sad.

There was a man sitting to the side, on one of the recently repainted benches that went unloved for years until about two days before his expected arrival. He had a national team jersey from 1996 on, fitted very snugly, as his narrowed eyes scanned over the group of young, shirtless boys running around.

He was a scout. For the national team.

Not the first time his little, haphazard football academy would have one, and probably not the last.

In the reception of the facility, there were pictures of Nnamdi Anozie, member of a glittering and surprisingly successful Nigerian squad that won at the 1996 Olympics. Every boy that attended that academy, as they walked through, wanted to be the next Anozie. Including Dami.

And those hopes rested on the man sitting in the jersey Anozie wore.

Dami was one of two boys that got on the wrong side of Coach Onuoha less. The other was Uche Eze.

Dami had been attending the academy for years–his parents did a lot to pay for him to attend, realizing the boy just wasn’t going to focus on his school books no matter how hard they tried to beat it into him.

Uche, on the other hand, just appeared one day. Whispers spread of him being related to Anozie, as his arrival predated a hefty donation by the academy’s alumnus, making it the Anozie Football Academy.

There was a change of hands, a change of staff, and Uche kept getting things a bit too easy.

But Dami couldn’t think too much about Uche. Not when the scout was looking for fresh blood for the U-17 side. The Golden Eaglets wanted to add another U-17 World Cup to their trophy cabinet and Dami wanted some of that glory. He needed it.

The ball seemed magnetic at his feet, obeying every nudge and every tap from his cleats, weaving around the beat up plastic cones and rolling on the uneven ground. Nothing flashy, though. That wasn’t his strong suit.

Pace yourself, he thought. Getting tired or getting a muscle out of sorts before reaching goal wasn’t in aid of anyone.

As he ended his circuit, Dami lifted his head slightly. Still no wind. No goalkeeper. Mid-power shot, to the right.

Top bins. Too easy.

Even Coach had to stop, the spit from his mouth ceasing.

“Dami, good job eh? Now don’t get lazy. Again.”

A small smirk quirked up at the corners of his mouth.

“Yes sir.”

He jogged to retrieve the ball. On his way back, he narrowly avoided an absolute missile of a ball rocketing off the crossbar right above his head.

Of course it was from Uche. Dami had seen his movement from the corner of his eye. A lot of fanfare just to move a ball up the pitch. The crossbar was the closest Uche had gotten to all day. For a striker he was pretty shit at being on target.

“Shey you dey craze?” Dami shouted. “Can’t you see someone is here?”

“Who asked you to be there?” Uche shouted back. “Blind bat.”

Anger flared red-hot beneath Dami’s skin. He began rushing towards Uche, ready for a fight, but a stern look from Coach stopped him dead in his tracks, forcing him to turn around and go back to the start.

He heard Uche kiss his teeth somewhere behind him, sending a fresh wave of anger surging through his body, but then he remembered the scout was watching. And he could imagine he didn’t want players with anger issues on his team.

After about two more goals, the shrill scream of the Coach’s whistle pierced the air. Dami’s sweat had sweat. But now he had to wear a smelly, faded, coloured bib. Coach was putting them into two teams for a mock match.

There weren’t enough players for a proper 11-a-side game, so it was 5-a-side. Coach said after this test game only one of the boys may receive any form of acknowledgment from the scout. They were to refer to him as Mr. Ben, nothing else. Dami wondered if Mr. Ben had watched a single match since the Olympic finals thirty years before.

Dami and Uche played the same position. Dami and Uche were at the top. Naturally, they were the captains of each side. Dami’s team got the red bibs and Uche’s team got the yellow ones.

Dami and Uche shook hands, both grips unyielding.

“Good luck,” Dami said.

Uche nodded. He didn’t look like he believed he’d need it.

Uche’s team would kick off first. Two halves, seven minutes each. Dami could feel Mr. Ben’s eyes boring into the side of his head as he in turn glared at Uche’s back. He needed that call up. If Uche was really related to Anozie, he would be just fine without it.

The whistle blew. Uche kicked the ball towards his teammate, Dipo. The game was on.

Dami threw himself at the ball any chance he got. Pace yourself, he would think, when it was at his feet.

Pacing yourself opened you up to more tackles, so you had to be strong on the ball. You had to be determined. You had to keep your eyes open. Pockets of space, gaps in the defense. You either take it yourself or square it off and hope they get your vision. If they don’t you win the ball. You pace yourself. You go again.

Dami knew his parents wished he could focus on his books the way he focused on the ball. But the ball moved. It moved with him, it listened to him, better than his books did. His books were always trying to tell him something, never listening to what he had to say.

Every once in a while, Dami would glance at Mr. Ben, see the way his posture changed whenever Uche was on the ball. Uche would make the ball bounce in a million directions, hoping to distract the defender.

And he would promptly lose it. Mr. Ben’s face would fall.

The game wore on. Neither side had scored a single goal, too many saves, crossbar challenges and wide shots. First half goalless. But the second half…

Uche’s teammate, Dipo, had the ball. Dipo had been killing himself over the ball like how Dami did. They were usually in the same team. Always in the same team. All of Uche’s team was really Dami’s team. Dami wondered what made the coach change his mind.

The defenders were closing in on Dipo. Dami shouted instructions, instructions that put Dipo in a tight spot. No gaps, no pockets. But then the unthinkable happened.

Dipo hit the ball. It went to Uche. Uche hit the ball as well. It soared in the air, seemingly gunning for another crossbar challenge, until it hit the back of the net. Coach blew the whistle. Uche’s team had won.

One lucky hit.

Dami could practically see his dream crumbling before his eyes. His spirits were lifted a little when Coach gave him and Dipo a nod of approval or something a shade close to it, and realized that even if Dipo got the spot ahead of him, it wouldn’t be so bad.

He would probably punch the walls and shed a few unmanly tears, but it would be fine. The world cup was every two years. Maybe the scout would come back.

But Mr. Ben called Uche. Uche who barely touched the ball. Uche who lost the ball whenever he touched it. Uche who sent it wide every time he had a shot at goal. Uche who–

Uche whose uncle was a legend. Mr. Ben said Uche’s uncle would be proud. Two generations from the same academy. A natural talent. So beautiful with the ball at his feet, but for the beauty to lead to nowhere.

Dami would have been fine if Dipo got the spot. If Kelechi or Obinna or Tunde or Chima got the spot. But Uche?

Dami wished he could take all the good luck he wished for Uche back. Maybe the ball would have landed at his feet and he would have gotten the one hit, the one lucky hit. Maybe he would have the luck of having a famous uncle on his side.

But he felt stupid for wishing it to a guy that didn’t even need it.

#writing #my writing #my ocs #original characters #soccer #nigeria #nigeria u-17 team #i wrote this a while ago #but in the spirit of independence day #here this is #independence day #october 1st #the high of patriotism has crashed into my usual negative feelings about this country #dami babalola #uche eze

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