#so rich people don't just get a slap on the wrist

[cheeseknives]

I watched the Scandi flick and never even thought about our speeding laws being one of the most strict in the world??

Or at least one of the strictest in Europe

[saturnrings77]

intoducing sleazy!rafe

note: this was not supposed to be smutty. I got carried away 😭. i need more dialogue... HOW DO I ADD MEORE?!?!? I gave up at the end, im sorry

oh, how you ignored all his red flags just because he had a pretty face and striking blue eyes. you've come to regret it and there's not much you can do about it.

on your first date, rafe shows up half an hour late, in a wrinkled, orange polo shirt, high with a freshly rolled blunt behind his ear. there's remnants of white powder along the edge of his nostril. his hair is greasy, and you wish he had put more effort into his appearance with all the dirty stares you were receiving.

he lazily chuckles at god knows what. his pupils are blown and his eyes are lidded. he has to tilt his head slightly up to be able to see you.

"let's eat?" you're unsure at this point, hesitating to call up one of your friends fo an excuse. your friends warned you about this. did you listen? no. you didn't want to prove them wrong though, always seeing the best in people.

"yeah... yeah"

when you flip you hair over your shoulder he says "i wonder how many times it'll wrap around my wrist." you freeze.

you fight every nerve in your body to refrain from rolling your eyes. gosh, he was so high.

the whole date went by with him making crude remarks directed towards you and the alcohol you guys were getting served was not doing anything to help the situation. you were buzzed and horny.

his gaze kept dropping towards your glossy lips and chest accentuated perfectly by the silk dress you were wearing. with the way he was licking his lips and shifting in his seat, there was no way he was letting you go home without him.

you felt exposed with the way he was eye-fucking you and you felt all the more turned on, your nipples hardening and poking out through the thin fabric.

you, were no better. you mirrored his actions, eyes constantly flicking down towards his lips every time he licked them, suggestively taking food into your mouth and leaning down enough to expose as much flesh of your tips without flashing him your nipples. something about his nasally, rich kid voice had you hanging onto his every word.

"y'look sexy." rafe's licking his lips, undressing you with his eyes. you squirm in your sit at his gaze. "got such a beautiful little thing sitting in front of me."

he's hot, that's for sure. maybe, one night wouldn't hurt.

"wanna go back to mine?"

"mhm" the moment you affirm your answer, he throws a wad of cash on the table, grabs your bag and drags you out the restaurant. he's taking large steps, much to large for your stiletto clad feet. "rafe, slow down." he slows down and looks back at you, before he starts walking towards you and throws you over his shoulder.

you squeal and he gives your ass a firm slap making you yelp. "what a slut. y'ass is basically hanging out." you gasp at the delicious sting on your cheek. "fuck, I don't think I can wait." he hissed as his truck came into view.

unlocking his truck, he pushes you into the back-seat, grateful for his illegally tinted windows. and then his lips are on yours.

he's everywhere, all at once. hands grabbing whatever he can, wherever he can. thighs, cheeks, ass, tits. he's groaning into your mouth, tongue pushing past your lips and fighting with yours.

short, heavy breaths fill the vehicle. your flushed with need. a needy moan leaves your lips as rafe starts undulating his hips into yours. your hands snake to his belt. "I need you." you whisper against his mouth. he just hums and rolls his hips with more insistence into you, chasing his own pleasure. he clasps both your hand between his and puts them above you while his other hand continues groping your tits.

he trails his kisses down to your shoulder, nipping and sucking along the way. a particularly harsh suck has you hissing, knowing it would leave a mark. he bites the strap of your dress, pulling it down your shoulder. he does the same to the other side, his hands finding the zipper on the back of your dress, pulling it down.

your panties are drenched, sticking to you like a second skin. the friction of rafe's tip underneath his jeans, rubbing against your clit has you mewling in pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum" he snaps out of his horny daze and stops moving. he pulls his lips back but attempt to chase after him yet you fail. there's a string of saliva connecting the both of you together.

rafe fumbles with the buckle of his belt and leans over to open the centre console. he pulls out a condom, putting the edge of the wrapper between his teeth and tugging to rip the foil open while pulling himself out his boxers. you pull your own panties off, chucking them at rafe's face.

he rubs his tip along your folds before pushing in all the way. rafe looks at you to find you already staring up at him with doe eyes and your bottom lip between your teeth. a nod from you, and a roll of your hips is all he needs before he starts pumping in and out of you. fast.

it's not long before you hear the squelch of your pussy and the sound of skin slapping. "fuck. y'feel s'good, baby," rafe grunts out. a desperate, whimper escapes from your lips at his praise and you wall flutters around his thick cock. "y'like that, don't you?"

you let out a needy whine. "more." rafe flips the two of you over so that you're straddling him. one hand gripping your hip, the other grabbing handfuls of your ass as he starts fucking up into you.

rafe's focus goes down to your tits and the way they jiggle every time he slams his hips into yours. he brings his mouth down and starts sucking on your nipple and you choke on a moan.

he brings one hand down to your clit and starts rubbing, listening to the way you let out an unrestrained sob, the pleasure becoming too much.

"w-wait" you feel the familiar tightening in your stomach and squeeze if your pussy, trying your best to push yourself away.

"y'bout to come, hm?" you nod your head, getting a small, breathless "yes" out. "cum f'me, baby." you feel your body convulse as your orgasm washes over you, however, rafe keeps fucking into you chasing his high, finishing moments later.

[sakuranbo-s]

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠, 𝑢ℎ𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑒, 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑏 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 ( 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ).

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!

You should've known better than to have disobeyed Neuvillette's orders. How difficult were they, really? Just stay inside the Palais Mermonia during his work hours and follow him there or home when he goes, too. Has he not already spoiled you with all the riches he's earned during his centuries alive? With every single sweet Fontaine and even other nations had to offer?

So why did you run off while he was occupied? What could be so compelling about the outside world that you felt the need to explore behind his back, as if he would deny you the chance to see what held your curiosity so deeply? Sure, he wouldn't let you go alone, but was it such a drag to have him, the Iudex of Fontaine, by your side? He'd keep you safe from any creature or human to try and harm you, from anyone who tried to even look at you for a second too long.

But instead, you had to disrespect him and his time, those people awaiting their trial processes, waiting for their sentence of life or death, all because you were childish and irresponsible. So is it not fitting for him to have you squirming atop his lap, your stomach atop his thighs?

"Enough," he states firmly, and you immediately stop moving, not wanting to make him seethe with more anger than what's evident in his voice and the tight grip he has on your wrist. The velvet of his glove used to feel so soft and comforting when he would caress you with it, but now it feels like sandpaper being dug into your skin. "Do you not think you deserve punishment for what you've done? Must I confer with the Oratrice?"

Would it even be ethical to let the Oratrice decide on such a trivial, unofficial matter?

"No, sir... I deserve whatever punishment you see fit, but I..." a small pout juts out from your lower lip, "I'm scared is all..."

And you have every right to be when he starts to pull the hem of your skirt up to reveal your stocking-covered legs, letting the thin layer of nylon also get pulled down the long expanse of your lower limbs, though he doesn't care about how expensive or delicate they are as he lets them rip by the time they meet your knees. The only thing that covers your dignity is a pair of lacy panties that he picked out for you to wear earlier that morning, and even those are crassly bunched and lowered to tangle with your torn stockings at your calves.

"Perhaps you should have thought of that before you ran off." There's no warning before his hand slams down on your plump ass. Instantly, he knows that he won't get a satisfying sound or slap with his gloves on and he lets his teeth grab hold of a tip before pulling his head back until the velvet is off, freeing his palm and fingers to grab and toss the accessory beside him on the sofa. "And perhaps you'll remember this the next time you attempt to escape."

Neuvillette's hand rains down on your behind over and over until you can feel a burning sensation when his palm isn't even on you. Tears well up on your waterline, pooling at the corners of your eyes and as much as you don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that it hurts and you're so damn sorry for what you did, you can't help but sniffle and turn your head away from him, wiping at your wet eyes with the back of your hand.

"Had enough, darling? Ready to apologise?" His smooth palm is running along your skin to give you a soothing feeling, though it doesn't make your soreness any better.

For a moment, you grit your teeth in defiance, but when you feel his hand leave your ass, you panic and turn your gaze to meet his beautiful eyes, shaking your head frantically. "No, no, no.. I'm so sorry, sir! I'll never run away again, I-I promise, p-please..." Now the glistening dewdrops fall down your cheeks in crocodile tears and your breathing gets harder to control. You must look so pathetic right now, and that must be why Neuvillette wipes the tears from one side with his thumb as he caresses your cheek.

"See? That wasn't so difficult, was it?" You nod along in agreement and he has to hold back a smile when you look so damn adorable — he's still supposed to be punishing you. "No more hits, but you do need a lasting impression to keep you from making the same mistake, no?"

He's... not wrong; if he lets you off easy, you'll think that you're able to take punishment without regret next time, but the spanking was so demeaning and painful, there's no way you'd think of breaking his rules again for a while.

Still, his hands part your legs a bit with a simple spread of his fingers and you shudder as a soft fingertip slides up your folds, licking up the dew that formed there and using it to tease the clenched hole in the back. No, not there—

"Relax, sweetheart. I'm not that cruel." Once upon a time, you asked for ample warning in advance if he wanted to do anal and he seems keen on honouring your request as his hand peels away from you to reach for something a bit away—

Something cold and solid is pressed against your petals and you gasp as he slides it upward towards your clit where he grinds down a bit harshly, making you squirm once more. "M-Monsieur— What—" You're gasping for air now and you turn back to see the black pole of his cane in the air behind you. His cane?

The thought has you humiliated beyond belief and your tears start to fall down your cheeks again as you whimper, defeated. It isn't as bad of a punishment as what could be, but it's just so degrading to have your most intimate parts played with like this, and he knows that.

The slightly dented surface of his cane becomes more noticeable as he slides it down so your clit and entrance are both being pushed against by the expensive, indestructible metal.

"Apologise properly." His words are so cutting and he only presses harder as he glares down at you, and what choice do you have other than to obey?

"I-I'm so sorry, sir. I p-promise I'll never, ever disobey you again. Ever! I'll do—" a breathless gasp escapes your lips, "do anything bad again.. Please... I'll stay beside you all day, every single day!" Your voice is higher pitched now, desperate to get away and grind for more all at once, and he sees the dissonance in your body.

"Good girl," he murmurs softly, finally ridding you of the torturous cane against you to replace it with his hand. Two deft fingers move to dip inside of you, stretching you open as he lets his thumb toy with the second entrance again, much to your dismay, but your resolve to frown amidst being worked to orgasm is much too entertaining. His digits work faster, pushing closer to reach that sweet spot inside of you, and a smirk crawls up his features as he whispers, "Come for me, sweet girl."

[x-heesy]

Our whole system is very very wrong 😑

Europe is lost, America lost, London lost

Still we are clamouring victory

All that is meaningless rules

We have learned nothing from history

The people are dead in their lifetimes

Dazed in the shine of the streets

But look how the traffic's still moving

System's too slick to stop working

Business is good, and there's bands every night in the pubs

And there's two for one drinks in the clubs

And we scrubbed up well

Washed off the work and the stress

And now all we want's some excess

Better yet, a night to remember that we'll soon forget

All of the blood that was bled for these cities to grow

All of the bodies that fell

The roots that were dug from the earth

So these games could be played

I see it tonight in the stains on my hands

The buildings are screaming

I can't ask for help though, nobody knows me

Hostile, worried, lonely

We move in our packs and these are the rights we were born to

Working and working so we can be all that we want

Then dancing the drudgery off

But even the drugs have got boring

Well, sex is still good when you get it

To sleep, to dream, to keep the dream in reach

To each a dream, don't weep, don't scream

Just keep it in, keep sleeping in

What am I gonna do to wake up?

I feel the cost of it pushing my body

Like I push my hands into pockets

And softly I walk and I see it, this is all we deserve

The wrongs of our past have resurfaced

Despite all we did to vanquish the traces

My very language is tainted

With all that we stole to replace it with this

I am quiet

Feeling the onset of riot

Riots are tiny, though

Systems are huge

Traffic keeps moving, proving there's nothing to do

'Cause it's big business, baby, and its smile is hideous

Top down violence, and structural viciousness

Your kids are dosed up on medical sedatives

But don't worry 'bout that, man, worry 'bout terrorists

The water level's rising! The water level's rising!

The animals, the elephants, the polarbears are dying!

Stop crying, start buying, but what about the oil spill?

Shh, no one likes a party pooping spoil sport

Massacres, massacres, massacres, new shoes

Ghettoised children murdered in broad daylight

By those employed to protect them

Live porn streamed to your pre-teens' bedrooms

Glass ceiling, no headroom

Half a generation live beneath the breadline

Oh, but it's happy hour on the high street

Friday night at last lads, my treat!

All went fine 'til that kid got glassed in the last bar

Place went nuts, you can ask our Lou

It was madness, road ran red, pure claret

And about them immigrants? I can't stand them

Mostly, I mind my own business

They're only coming over here to get rich, it's a sickness

England! England! Patriotism!

And you wonder why kids want to die for religion?

It goes work all your life for a pittance

Maybe you'll make it to manager, pray for a raise

Cross the beige days off on your beach babe calendar

The anarchists are desperate for something to smash

Scandalous pictures of fashionable rappers

In glamourous magazines, who's dating who?

Politico cash in an envelope

Caught sniffing lines off a prostitutes prosthetic tits

Now it's back to the House of Lords with slapped wrists

They abduct kids who fuck the heads of dead pigs

But him in a hoodie with a couple of spliffs

Jail him, he's the criminal

Jail him, he's the criminal

It's the bored-of-it-all generation

The product of product placement and manipulation

Shoot 'em up, brutal, duty of care

Come on, new shoes, beautiful hair, bullshit

Saccharine ballads and selfies and selfies and selfies

And here's me outside the palace of me

Construct a self and psyhcosis

Meanwhile the people were dead in their droves

And no, nobody noticed, well, some of them noticed

You could tell by the emoji they posted

Sleep like a gloved hand covers our eyes

The lights are so nice and bright and let's dream

But some of us are stuck like stones in a slipstream

What am I gonna do to wake up?

We are lost, we are lost, we are lost

And still nothing will stop, nothing pauses

We have ambitions and friendships and our courtships to think of

Divorces to drink off the thought of

The money, the money, the oil

The planet is shaking and spoiled

And life is a plaything

A garment to soil

The toil, the toil

I can't see an ending at all

Only the end

How is this something to cherish?

When the tribesmen are dead in their deserts

To make room for alien structures

Develop, develop

And kill what you find if it threatens you

No trace of love in the hunt for the bigger buck

Here in the land where nobody gives a fuck

Europe Is Lost by Kae Tempest

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

The rescent riots in the UK are despicable (but sadly not surprising).

Yes, what happened to those little girls is a tradgey, but the person who was responsible wasn't an asylum seeker, and even if he was, that would NOT excuse the racism displayed these past few weeks.

The people taking part clearly don't care about the safety of children as they're, scaring other people's & indoctrinationating their own into perpetuating racist acts.

Seven years is a lot, though! Then don't fucking join a hate group.

But the non white people are being violent too! Yeah, well, that tends to happen when you attack people. I'm not going to hate on people for standing up for themselves.

They're taking our jobs! Why do you believe that those jobs are YOURS? Are you actually qualified & able to make a good impression on bosses, or do you think just being white should be enough.

They don't work! Well Asylum seekers litrually aren't allowed to until their case gose through but plenty of other POC have jobs (I know you've seen them though it must be hard to make them out through that fog of hatred) & I've met plenty of white people who don't want to (no hate to those who can't because of disability or mental health issues) or loose jobs because they're just overall terrible employees (some of the shit I've seen middle aged white people do at their jobs is crazy).

They're all criminals! Well, that's just not true now is it plus it's been proven multiple times that the biggest factor in crime is poverty, NOT race & again I've encountered plenty of white people who've broken the law yet most didn't seem to get more than a slap on the wrist (if that). Strange, that isn't it?

Well, "those kinds" of men hate women! Ahh, yes, because there's never been white rapists, woman killers, stalkers or harrasers. Its been proven that hating women is a problem in all races & and sadly, the biggest threat to us is usually our own partners or family, not some random aylsum seeker (who if they do hurt women tend to go after the ones from their own community).

They're not from here! Ok, so I don't know if anyone told you, but you can actually be born here without being white and you can't ban people from a country just because of the colour of their skin. Also, neither was half my family, yet we never get told to go back to our own country. Hmm, I wonder if our white skin could possibly have anything to do with that.

They can't speak English! A lot of them are multilingual, actually (& you make fun of their accents) & for the ones who can't well you seem to hate them getting anything (such as English lessons) for free. Also, how many Brits go abroad despite refusing to learn absolutely anything about other countries (there's a reason we're known as disrespectful, violent, sex obsessed, drunks by most of the world).

Also sooner or later we are going to have to accept that a lot of the issues that make immigrants flee their home countries are caused (or at least made worse) by ours & other Western governments.

This country definitely has problems, but we should be taking them up with politicians & their rich mates. Who are the ones actually hording wealth made from the exploitation of the poor, not random people of colour who are just trying to live their lives.

[bethesammytomydean]

Unbearable

((I've found a list of 512 one-word writing prompts and well, drabbles will ensue))

"I don't like this."

Sam hummed, taking a sip of his water, looking around.

"I hate this."

Once again Sam hummed, glancing at his big brother who adjusted his tie, stretching his neckline so he had more room to breathe. It almost seemed as though he was sweating. Even in the dim lighting of the room Sam could see Dean's forehead glinting.

"Sam, I hate this."

"Stop acting like a child." Sam finally spoke up, now fully turning toward his brother. "We're here for a hunt, remember?"

Dean looked even more like a child now, pouting the way he was. That just made his lips seem more plump, and for a second Sam was distracted. But he was an adult who could separate his love life from his job, unlike Dean.

"Yeah but," Dean paused, glancing around. "I don't see shit here, and I'm hot."

"We've been here for not even ten minutes."

"Long enough for us to figure out if there's anythin' worth staying for." Dean muttered, wiping his hand over his forehead with a grimace. "Can't we just leave? Or get out of these fuckin' suits?"

"No. And there's ice over there anyways, just put it in your drink."

"That'll just water down my wine."

"Since when do you drink wine anyways?" Sam turned his focus back on the crowd they were observing. Or trying to observe, at least. Dean didn't seem to be doing much of that.

In fact, Dean didn't seem to be doing much of anything aside from shifting where he stood, complaining, and drinking wine. Which was odd, since he usually did really take their job seriously. And Dean? Drinking wine? That was still really weird to Sam.

"It's the only thing they've got to drink here."

"The only alcohol. They've got plenty of other options available."

"Whatever." Dean grumbled, once again shifting where he stood, moving from one leg to another, hand pulling on the sleeve of his jacket as his eyes shifted through the room-

Sam could've slapped himself in the fucking face. He was such an idiot. How could he not have noticed this before? This was Dean. His big brother. The one person he grew up with. He was supposed to know Dean. Know everything about him.

And yet he had missed how uncomfortable Dean was.

Of course he felt uncomfortable. The crowd they were amongst was filled with stuck-up assholes. People who just bought expensive things to impress each other, which was pathetic. No one in this room was real. It was all just silicone, jewelry and expensive clothes.

Facades. Rich facades. And Dean probably felt extremely out of place. Unlike Sam, who had been around crowds like this more often as a lawyer. He still didn't feel completely comfortable, obviously, but he could at least tune out their horrible talking and ignore the way everyone was trying to impress each other.

Dean wasn't able to do that, apparently.

"I think maybe we should approach this in a different way."

His big brother looked at him, finger hooked on his own collar. "Huh?"

Sam shrugged. "Since everyone is here, no one will be in the garage. Or in the rest of the office. Which means we can roam around practically freely."

Dean started grinning. "You wanna snoop around?"

"Yeah, I wanna snoop around." Sam nodded, smiling at his brother and putting down his glass of water. "And who knows? If we don't find anything I might just take off your suit."

"I'll hold you to that." Dean downed the rest of his wine before grabbing Sam by his wrist. "Let's go, Sammy."

[mountainmaven]

So I picked up My Best Friend's Exorcism by Grady Hendrix and was SO excited to read it. I'd heard nothing but glowing reviews. I was sorely disappointed. Here's my review under the cut because of spoilers (though I did NOT tag it as such on Goodreads - for a reason).

This was a huge disappointment for me. My first Grady Hendrix book, and possibly my last.

This might have spoilers but I'm not tagging it as such because I think people need to see these types of reviews. So read on at your own risk.

It started out strong, I was getting ALL the 80's feels! (I graduated HS in '86), that was the first 30 or so pages. My first little moment of "ick" was on page 45 with Margaret's brother Riley. The brother who was "famous for slipping drugs into girls' drinks,…and then, after they passed out, he'd have sex with them in the backseat of his car." No, no I think you mean he raped them. And got nothing more than a slap on the wrist being the rich little white boy he is. So we gloss over that. Then just other little things were starting to sit not quite right with me, just that little "ick" factor. But THEN page 165 happened. (disclaimer I had skimmed a lot between pages 101 and 165). During spirit week at the school and they had a "Slave Day" - I'm sorry, what now? Now granted I grew up in the Northeast and not the South but still (though I did move to the deep south right after graduation so I do have SOME idea of how things were). So author tells us that a certain day of the week was "Slave Day" and then says: "Five years later, Slave Day was gone as if it had never existed, but in 1988 no one dreamed that it could possibly be offensive. It was a tradition." And then goes on to tell us in a lot more detail exactly how they celebrated Slave Day during Spirit Week. First of all - yes there were people who would have thought that having such a day was offensive and him saying that there wasn't is, in itself, offensive. Look, I get that you're trying to set the tone for "how things were in the 80's" and how messed up a lot of it was, and how much we've come (and still have so much more to go) since then. But honestly if you want to do that then just write a non-fiction book about it. Don't sprinkle crap like this into a supernatural fiction book as an extremely poor attempt at shock value. Do better.

So as I said I'm not sure yet if I'll read any more of this author, but I do know that if I do I'll be borrowing from the library and not buying them.

[llavend]

•supernatural•

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"Y/N hurry up" your mom said when she was outside.."okay okay one second " y/n sigh and go to her mom " can i not come" she said pouting "no come on we'll be late"

y/n fake crying and followed her mom.

they were going to castle cuz her mom was maid"aishh just What good is it for me to come?" you have to help me., cuz your sister is sick.now you get it?.!" she continued to talk until they arived..." now y/n listen carefully, Don't cause any trouble and behave nicely!!!!" okay okay mom i get it" she said it in anoying tone "i warned you" y/n just nodded....when they go to the castle y/n wowed at the place "wow mom this is so beautiful..!"

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"ok so this is your another daughter?!." yes this is my youngest child y/n" she necked y/n meaning that show some respect"hello I'm y/n" she bowed " ok so Get started" when this lady was gone." mom she is so rude please" y/n!!! stop it now.?!" ok ok don't be angry i just said the truth.!!" Y/N!!!!" ok ok I'm gone......but Where should I work?!!!" go to straight then go left."..........

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y/n open the door and everyone look at her she was embarrassed but act cool and grated them scene she is extrovert she was making friends " wahh you are so sweet you're not like your sister she was so cold towards everyone.!" i know right she is like this at home haha" yes..now c'mon girls let's go clean the living room."

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when y/n and her two new friend come to living room there was there girls in the room

y/n asked " who are this?!!" probably it's prince hyunjae girls" what how they allowing they come here?!!!!!!!!!" i think you're too dumb.girl it's majesty ordered of course they let him" the girl face plamed " okay okay stop "They were talking too loud And they made fun of them because they cleaned the floor of course that's how rich people live and suddenly one of them said" have you guys heard what prince hyunjae did!!!" what what he did!!!??" minju said that prince hyunjae He touched her forcefully!" oh my god whattttt!?" everyone in the room shocked because of prince behave and they talked shit about him " You saw him when he did it

" y/n said on of her friend whisper" yah don't talk to them" The girl smirk and look at her" will i didn't knew that maids had a mouth...but no i didn't see him" then don't talk if you didn't see anything in your eyes..!"

everyone shock about y/n the way she talks. courageous..."hey know your place!!!" don't talk shit about him.. what if he heard what you talk about him hmm.." so you're one of him doll?" y/n scoff " I’ve never seen them.. I don’t even know their names if you didn't see anything then don't talk about it." so you're that fearless that you talk back at us?" "of course what you guys are hm..What are you guys doing... that every night under a man. That's your job?!!!" y/n said like joking at them " i wish his majesty was here and listen to her girls when they talked shit about him and his brother!" heyy" but they didn't knew Two people are stealthily watching them on of girl stand up and go to slap y/n but two Guy come they looked at them and they shock and bowed y/n was confused and look at them " yah what are you doing!!! hurry bow to them!." y/n still confused but still bowed " oh your majesty hello.. this is the girls that i borrow they are pretty right?" the girls laughed gentle when the maid make there way to outside and here is y/n still confused and stand in there " yah y/n come on what are you doing!!!!!!!" y/n go but on of guy grabbed her wrist and said" you stop there" y/n stop and grab his hand and untied from her wrist " so we heard everything!." o-oh prince haknyeon your majesty i-i think you h-heard it wrong!" " you still laying!!" y/n said " you shut up dirty maid" on of girls said " you shut up dirty people. his majesty is still here you Talking like this.!?" look prince hyunjae we didn't said anything like this....!" the tall girl said he scoff hyunju- no hyunjae " i will punished you really hard for this and your other friend miss minji" he said his eyes was dark and his voice was deep wah he's scary-" no no your majesty please" they go down on their legs " i said don't talk about his majesty" i bowed ready to go but he again grab my wrist what is his name again--" you stay here" he's eyes softed when he look at me but when he look back at them he was another person " you guys don't ashamed you talk shit about me in my house in my castle huh??" y/n still want to break free from this guy but it didn't help of course he's stronger than her " stop" he said without look at me but i said y/n is stubborn girl she didn't stop "GUARDS" the boy in front shouted tsk- he's scery "Yeah your majesty" take them out and punished them really hard" yeah your majesty" they cry and beg them to not do it but it's their order "aishh I said STOP!" " but you grabbed my hands" y/n talked back "what's your name?!" "song Y/N!" " HMM are you new here?" hyunjae said "no your majesty I'm just here to help my mother" " you said you didn't know our name right!?" yes.why there's a rule said that we must knowing every prince name???" ohh I'm sorry your majesty from now on i learn your names" no need sweetheart just call me hyunjae, and call him haknyeon" ohh yes, thank you" y/n bowed and excuse herself haknyeon still holding her wirst haknyeon holding her chin y/n was shocked at his actions and said " you're attracted!..come here everyday" and let her go y/n was still shocked................ " I'm sorry but just today i come cuz i can't work plz"

they chuckled at her words But soon their smile drop" you will come here everyday" haknyeon said ."what no i don't wanna work either i don't wanna my mom work too" Y/n said suddenly y/n mom come and shouted at her forget that two guys are there " you little brat- how dare you.!" what mom!?" "you asking me why!??.. it's bad decided that i borrow you here" what did i did???" two prince was shock at this moment......

" aishh you course enough trouble.. i hope that the king his majesty don't know!!" y/n looking at her with DONE FACE.." you go to home before course more trouble ri-!?" before her mom could finish her words y/n bowed to two prince and go outside her mom was shock because she didn't knew that they are here "oh.oh I'm sorry your majesty please I'm sorry i didn't knew that you are here please I'm sorry...!" it's okay" they said and go outside....

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y/n go outside on her way to go home but she heard The sound of the dagger, she is always curious so of course she took look at it and saw to handsome man fighting " it's probably they are practice," y/n thought

and go to her home,,she go inside of her home and grated by her brother heejoon

" welcome back Lil sis" y/n chuckle and hug her brother " how are you feeling?!" I'm good but this should be me who asking" they laughed" I'm really tired and i need to sleep so long~~~" okay okay go sleep" he patted her head and go to living room...

y/n when she was going to her room she pass by her sick sister and she got to her room " how my sister doing~~~~" she laughed and suddenly she coughed really hard y/n grab water by standard and give it to her " i said don't work too much but you didn't listen to me..now look at yourself," she was worried to her sister they are poor but not too poor but they still so hard for this family" I'm good don't worry--i'm still tough"

they laughed and y/n hug her "hey hey you will be sick~" she said in worries in her voice

" let's be sick together hehehe"she said happily and layed with her "hey~~~~ please you will be sick c'mon" no, i said what I said"

she laughed at her

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That Winter, The Wind Blows (2013)

This show is not meant to be believable and is about feeling all the feels. It's not worse than other dramas I've finished, but the tricks it pulls to keep your interest are dated, and I've lost patience with this kind of show.

It doesn't help that the premise is a bit bonkers...

There's two guys with the same name. One of them is a con man who is suddenly in deep trouble with the mafia. The other guy is the (disowned) older son of a rich man who is in a coma. And on the day the second guy is about to finally meet his long lost sister and come into his inheritance—he dies in a car accident, and the con man takes his place. That works because his long lost sister is blind and no one has seen the guy for twenty years so they don't know what he's supposed to look like anyways.

I mean, there's a few other twists to it, but that's basically it. And over the course of the series we learn lots of terrible family secrets and have crazy plot shenanigans happening. I stopped watching after five episodes.

The Good:

The two leads are great, both separately and together. Jo In-sung puts in a great performance as a con man who has just enough of a moral compass to get caught when he ends up doing the decent thing a few too many times. Song Hye-kyo put in an amazing performance as someone who is strong outside and in complete emotional turmoil. The sidekicks are fun, too. There's a weird faux-cest plot that kind of keeps things entertaining for awhile. The tragic backstory is suitably tragic and gut wrenching in places.

I'm starting to see a pattern in the roles Song Hye-kyo has been cast in. She starts out playing this coldly competent character that is missing something in her life. And once she finds a good man, then suddenly she'll be complete and all the trauma and bad stuff will finally be healed. She's played that kind of character in every role I've seen her in, and this is where that started. Overall, that's not a bad kind of character, and I enjoy watching her play it, but it seems like the rest of the show has been hit or miss.

The Bad:

The plot doesn't make sense. It will never make sense. From what I've read, the ending won't make any sense either. I can put up with alot of lapses in logic, depending on the show, but just know that going into it.

The Ugly:

Oh Young (Song Hye-kyo's character) keeps trying to kill herself. For reasons that kind of make sense. And Oh Soo (Jo In-sung's character) decides that slapping her is a good idea. I just cannot be cool with that. All the other toxic masculinity BS in the show—stuff that is supposed to be smoldering and show how much the man cares—just feels dated and tired.

I know where the show is coming from—I just can't keep watching when that kind of thing happens in a show. I've got a three wrist-grab limit, at this point (though I do subtract from that count for reverse wrist-grabs; it's a complicated system). I know some of this is cultural, but some of it isn't... and I'm tired of seeing it.

TL; DR:

Don't go into this show expecting logic. Don't expect it to be objectively good. But it can be entertaining for some people. Just not me.

[lauralot89]

I saw Infinity Pool and I regret it

What's that trope called? The Eight Deadly Words? "I don't care what happens to these characters."

spoilers

I guess if all you want in a movie is to see Mia Goth breastfeed Alexander Skarsgaard then it's good for that

I myself was after a different experience

I went into this movie completely blind as to what it was about and I think I actually would have reacted even more negatively had I known what it was about because "rich people exploit loophole to get out of death sentences by creating a perfect clone of themselves with all their memories so it can die instead" is an AMAZING concept for horror and science fiction, and they do NOTHING INTERESTING WITH IT

I get it, okay, I get the themes such as the rich viewing other people as lesser and thinking of crimes as a fine and a slap on the wrist, and being so shielded from the consequences of their actions that they keep doing worse and worse things for the thrill of it, and identity, and all of that, I GET IT.

it's just so boring and I just want all these people to die, but even if they do die, it doesn't matter because their wealth allows them to essentially escape death, since even if the original were killed and not the double, it functionally makes no difference whatsoever

which again is probably part of the point but silly me, I like to care about what happens to the characters

I will say Mia Goth was incredibly talented at making me hate her guts, she was playing perhaps the most annoying character I have ever seen since The Babadook

also, this movie has a straight up onscreen warning that it'll fuck you up if you have photosensitive epilepsy and let me tell you they are not lying

there was an orgy, so I guess there's that, but there were weirdly pulsating nipples throughout it

so nobody wins

unless that's your kink

[superbdragoncollection-stuff]

I'd argue it wasn't republicans, it was our unwillingness to reckon with the poisonous white supremacy and regressive attitudes in the United States. That being specifically, every white supremacist in America since the 1700s who has been insisting everyone not a rich white 45-year old male must be a slave, and they have been saying this EVER SINCE THE COUNTRY WAS FOUNDED.

The Republican party in 1859 was the progressive party of the northern states, with many even being outright communists in the 1920s. The complete switch only happened in the 1960s. The Democratic party used to be the unprogressive party of the south.

Yet right-wing politics have remained the same since the concept of right-wing politics were conceived! You can find fear about LGBT+ people and bathrooms from videos in the 1950s. Look up the PSA "Boys Beware", it is pretty similar to Joanne Rowling's bullshit.

They will NOT stop at oppressing LGBT+ people, they are just the first targets.

And their list of targets has always always always remained the same.

George Fitzhugh of the south literally insisted all white and black people needed to be enslaved.

The END GOAL of these sorts of politics, not merely right-wing, but the contemporary GOP, has always been the same. Put the aristocracy in power, and everyone else to be slaves underneath them.

And notice how their positions of power have virtually never changed? It is always in the south. Not because southerners are inherently racist, it's that the same racists who started the war are still in power.

Want to know what led to this? The failure of Reconstruction after the US Civil War. Virtually all rebel leadership got off with a slap on the wrist, and many were able to get back into power. And completely turned the narrative around. It took DECADES for the idea that the war was over slavery to get back into popular consciousness.

Want to know what happens if we don't take care of Trump now? This. Today. All this nonsense today is the result of a failure to properly deal with the rebellion. Because the men who did SO MUCH WORSE got off EVEN EASIER.

Robert E Lee and Jefferson Davis killed more Americans than Hitler ever did. And they are honored by nearly half the country.

It's not that they were loud enough, it was our unwillingness to recognize that we can't advance unless all of us can. It was our unwillingness to ACTUALLY DEAL WITH OUR LAST CIVIL WAR. Because so many people were willing to accept racism.

Bingo. 🎯

[sorcerous-caress]

Yes you get it, I work really hard to give Jubilee the right vibes.

Jubilee would be super open about her name change if Sol asked, most people in her life took it fairly well especially after she explains its a part of teifling culture however the assimar she was in that weird situationship plus people she knew from the church of Bahamut with refused to participate in a “devils traditions” which is actually what made Jubilee put her foot down and made her disenchanted with the church which has always had a keen interest in her for her gold Dragon magic. She would tell Sol something along the lines of “I don't deserve much but I deserve better than that.” Dame Alyin, Isobel and shadowheart have successfully converted her to a sulunite by the end of the game and her relationship with the gods in her life is this energy.

As for whether or not Jubilee lives up to her virtue, no argument has a leg to stand on she consistently runs herself ragged trying to help her companions and the NPCs and successfully keeps up her front until the act 3 breakdown lol. She constantly goes out of her way to cheer folks up and talk her way around combat whenever possible to keep folks keep living healthy and happy lives and while it is exhausting and her work life balance needs adjusting helping people genuinely makes her happy. The gal just needs some moderation.

Jubilee would also totally invite Sol & the companions to a festival but like not one she's going to one that she is working at and not mention the fact she is working it to them because she thinks working a pastry stand is great, she won't get mad at them for going of and will encourage them to go have fun but she's good, leave her to her pastries please.

We don't talk enough about her aasimar ex tbh. That is some delicious toxic positively. Because who would take the tiefling side over the literal angel incarnation? Who would think the fiend was the victim against the symbol of goodness?

It must have been harsh on Jubilee, a lot.

Both for her heritage and her sorcery. And yet that church still wanted to use her, despite labeling her a sinner and a devil, they still wanted to use her powers while condeming her for being born with them.

And Jubilee is so sweet, so kind. All she wanted to do was help people, figure out her powers.

When writing Sol, I made it a very clear point to distinguish between dragon fire and hellflames. I avoided any spells that had any fiend reactions, I avoided any warlock robes or accessories. I wanted their fire to be primal, born from the ancients and magic older than the sun, rather from the pits of hell and sin.

And I think because of that and the fact Sol is human and rich, they've always been at a position of privilege. No one looked at their fire and deemed them a devil. Society celebrated Sol's shiny scales while it shamed Jubilee's tail.

That would make a great contrast. The hypocrisy of people. How Tiefling's horns and tails are seen as hellish and weird but dragon face scales are seen as unique and regal.

How human sorcerers are welcomed by the churches and treated as the pinnacle of human talent while tiefling sorcoers are deemed sinful and evil. How if Sol set something on fire they'll get a slap on the wrist and their family will thrown gold at the problem while if Jubilee did it to no fault of her own, she might face serious consequences.

Especially with how genuinely good and kind Jubilee is. Yet just because someone is good, it doesn't mean life will grant them good things. While someone who is rude and with no consideration to others like Sol, gets forgiven and celebrated a lot.

But also, Jubilee is free in a way. She likes her sorcery she wants to figure it out. By being an outcast she found true freedom while Sol is chained under the pressure of society expectations.

If Jubilee fails at a spell, it would be nothing and she can try again. If Sol fails at a spell it might as well be the end of the world to them, how dare they fail after all the gold, effort and training that was forced upon them? How dare they not be perfect and powerful after all the sacrifices everyone made for their sake.

Jubilee also is constantly working and draining herself, her sorcery practice is at the far back of her mind between all the tasks she has to get done and the people she has to help. Sol just...sit on their ass and set something on fire occasionally, maybe go ruin someone's day if they're feeling bored and put even more work on Jubilee's plates without meaning to.

If Sol saw Jubilee working at a pastery stand, they'd ask her why doesn't she just quit and Gale or someone else can give her enough gold to live. They wouldn't understand the importance of work, let alone someone actually being passionate about their job rather than doing it for money.

But the maids also never allowed them into the kitchen to look at the chefs cooking, so Sol would stand by without any self-awareness and observe Jubilee bake. Giving bad advice occasionally or telling a rude customer to fuck off because they were impatient or had a compliant.

Again I hope I'm not over extending- this is just my view of Jubilee's personality and it could be wrong. She is your OC and the details are always up to you.

[mrbexwrites]

happy STS!! what are your favorite themes to explore? why?

Hiya! Happy STS :D

This is a great question, but I'll try to keep my answer short, because otherwise, I'll just rant away into the ether! My favourite theme is Justice. Which is a pretty wide ranging theme. Fairness is something that I've always been fairly passionate about, even as a kid, and as I've gotten older (and more cynical!) you tend to notice that people don't have the same amount of fairness as others. Our society says that we're all equal under the eyes of the law, but this clearly isn't the case. If you're rich, then you have a lot more fairness granted to you, than compared to someone from a poor background.

(You just have to look at desperate people of colour who steal bread to feed their kids who gets years of jail time, vs white, rich tech bros who steal millions from investors etc, who get a slap on the wrist and pay a teeny-tiny percentage of their income, with virtually no jail time. It boils my piss and is probably part of the reason as to why I am a Social Justice Warrior in a professional capacity!) So, yeah, I like to write about Justice- who has it, what it looks like, what it should look like, who really has it, and the fine line between Justice, Revenge, Redemption and Punishment. I have a lot of pent-up anger and frustration about our society, and writing about it lets me get it out in a constructive way (until at least, we introduce Purge Day, and I can rampage and Eat The Rich :) )

Thanks again for the ask, and I think I managed to not ramble on too much!!

[crow2222]

I started writing this in the airport back on Tuesday 😓 I forgot about it im sorry

I haven't been good with words lately (and I am so so bad at putting ideas on paper), but I will try to explain! This will also be all over the place since, well, there's a lot of reasons they broke up.

First and foremost of course is that they're a pair of guys in 1960s Oklahoma. I mean cmon. I've been reading a lot about gay people around this time BECAUSE of them (takes a fixation for me to look into queer history I guess) and there'd be a lot of sneaking around with them. I don't think either of them are cut out for the secrecy, Paul too flashy and Darry already toeing the lines across their worlds by becoming buddies with Socs. They've heard of what happens to queers. Swear up and down they ain't that as they hold each other together, seconds away from kissing again.

Darry wants what his parents have. The love that comes naturally and seeps into everyday life, from the way his mom would massage his dad on tough work days, or how his dad would cook when she'd be on her feet too long that week. He wants to be held and have sweet nothings whispered into his ear late at night and feel wanted. Paul wants the roughness that comes after a heavy training, look Darry down in the eyes and take over his control. They're also horny teenagers which probably doesn't help when Darry wants to have a genuine connection and Paul takes the opportunity to let off steam.

They're on other sides of the tracks, Paul growing up with having everything he could think to ask for, being let off with as little as a slap on the wrist for the times he rebelled and tried to get attention from his parents. Paul, who learned very early on that he could just do whatever he'd like. Then there's Darry, who knew to be careful with new clothes so that one day they could be passed onto his baby brothers, playing with toys he had once. Darry who'd spend summers doing odd jobs around his neighbourhood to get that latest comics he'd seen calling out his name, feeling a bit guilty as he paid for it, wondering if maybe he should've given the coins to his parents instead.

Paul who grew up surrounded by other rich kids, and would spit on the poorer kids around if given the chance. Darry, who through his good manners and great football games, rose through ranks at school and became well liked with the effort he put into his interactions. Paul never had to think about what he said, whereas Darry thought about his words three times before letting them out.

I don't have a clear idea of how they got together, but it was months of pining and a sudden brash action, like a kiss that made them realise each other's feelings. Took a couple awkward, gut churning days until they managed to figure it out. Figured each other out.

From then on, they got just that bit closer. No one paid all that much attention to it, how they started having sleepovers at Paul's often, or how they were stuck by the hip when walking around in their matching teams jacket.

Darry refused to let himself see how bad Paul started becoming, how was he meant to know he was getting controlling? He'd never dated a guy before. Isn't this how the guys treat their girls? But Darry's no girl. Yet he's letting himself be treated as one? He keeps up his carefree act around the team and close buddies.

There isn't a lot that scares Darry, but something about him and Paul starts making his heart race, and it isn't the same lovesick feeling he'd remembered. The fear that with one word Paul could ruin what he had been building for himself to get out of Tulsa, if he were to act out of line. He doesn't know what to do. He's stuck.

School ends, he graduates, but he can't afford university. (going by the book here, I usually am) Paul goes off without him, and they don't talk. Then he comes back for the holidays, groaning about being back in the town just for Darry, weighing him down the same way the bundles of roofing had been the last few months. They don't spend much time together when Paul is there, Darry too occupied with his job. Paul getting bored of waiting, goes back to his dorm.

This happens a couple more times, but it feels like they've been over for ages already, and Paul just refuses to acknowledge it as he kisses down Darry's neck on the last evening he's home.

Darry's parents die, he calls Paul and ends whatever it was that they had between them. It was barely a couple words, and he hangs up before Paul could reply in any way. Darry wonders how much that call to the city costed. He'd never had to call before.

Paul's fuming, and tries to talk to Darry the next time he's over on the holidays, Darry doesn't even give him the satisfaction of agreeing to meet up, he had two (looking for another) jobs to do and he wasn't gonna let Paul drag him down again just for a little fun time.

Paul craves Darry, eventually giving up and trying to focus on his studies back in university, snapping one too many pencils thinking of those stupid blue eyes and tough thighs.

Darry doesn't let himself think about Paul whenever he comes into his thoughts, which fortunately isn't a lot. Unfortunately it's because he now has two kid brothers to look after, and he's trying his goddamn best, leaving him too exhausted to even try and let his mind wander. He can't seem to enjoy himself anymore, why read a book when the porch can do a fixing? Why watch a movie when dinner could be prepared early?

The rumble did nothing to change either of their minds, only bringing back a weight into Darrys stomach for a couple days with the fear of his brothers taken away if Paul were to say anything. Paul would exclude himself out of any rumours of Darry being a queer.

Paul gets angrier, but fury had always been a constant in his life, so he eventually learns to live with it.

and oh my god I got a little carried away

Hey so I want your hc on how and why parry broke up

I'm looking at you, @crow2222

[bisexual-neco-arc]

watching the new d'angelo wallace video on elizabeth holmes and. wow everything about this woman & her business is wild

she looks and acts like someone put a prompt into chatgpt for "generic white woman in the business world." she talks like her voice is being dubbed over in post-production. i don't think she's blinked once in every clip i've seen of her in action.

i'm just blown away by the entire situation w her. she is such a deeply vile person who's using her wealth and the fact that she chose to have kids to get out of facing punishment for scamming people and attempting to sell nonfunctional blood testing products.

if she were anything but a cis white person from an incredibly rich family she would not be getting the cushy treatment and legal slaps on the wrists that she's getting. like im not even exaggerating when i say people get more jail time for possession of fucking weed.

it's just. so

[madchild-dennis]

Let me redo this:

BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM

The Government is investing IN WHAT?

THIEVES!!!

So instead of charging, reprimanding and holding them accountable for DECADES of stealing from the POOR. They are given the opportunity to be a place of iNtEgRiTy.

No consequence for their actions

No infrastructure to make sure they do NOT take advantage of the poor.

No care for the people wronged

Just:

Tax cuts to make importing horses cheaper

Investments to make them better/be an industry of integrity

They don't ever go to jail/consequences for their actions.

An opportunity to fix themselves without the possibility of being charged as they fix face and their infrastructure. ALL BACKED BY THE GOVERNMENT.

So these people and industry which requires SIGNIFICANT wealth to participate in doesn't even get a slap on the wrist but their CRIMES are ignored. Then granted a Government branded covering and shield to become a industry of integrity.

WHY is that so?

Because these are WEALTHY individuals who may be foreigners/whites/AFLUENT population of Jamaica.

Let me paint a picture. One horse can cost $100,000 to $1,000,000+ USD or EUR. That's ONE FUCKING HORSE. So the people who own the horse pay that. Then caring for a horse AIN'T CHEAP. Then training cost. Then administration fee. Then betting.

These ain't middle class income type of industry. This is the TOP 1%.

Those RICH, no they ain't just rich. This is OLD MONEY (could be originated from slave plantations in the Caribbean or further), NEW MONEY, BILLIONAIRES, US/Euro Multi-millionaires, and much more. To be in this circle of people you have to HAVE WEALTH; Not be rich. Mega/Super Yacht kinds of money.

They do NOT need money. In fact the reason the steal from the poor is to make sure that's their profit margin is high while charging enormous fees for their premium services. So GREEDY MOTHERFUCKERS who won't suffer if they had integrity in they way they do business in the first place or even if they were charged for their CRIMES.

So the RICH, WEALTHY and the AFLUENT gets an opportunity to fix themselves up get funding to make sure they are of integrity. Get tax breaks and get to make more money. Given the opportunity to continue to be GREEDY.

While the poor people, the source of most of the crimes, the Government ONLY care to punish. These poorer people aren't given the opportunity and protection from the same government so that they can live, survive and be a GOOD contributing citizen to society. Instead of "criminality".

I've spoken to "bad men" who may have illegal guns. Who may have stolen and much more. Their concern is being given the opportunity to be able to live, save, grow and provide for their families. Many who when given the opportunity to travel, would not live the same as they do here. That's so they do not loose the opportunity abroad. Because they feel they can work and get what they deserve and more than survive. I'm sure would do the same if given the opportunity here.

However, instead of given them the opportunity to do so like making the minimum wage liveable ($29,000/week). You choose to create a world that do not care about them unless they are aliens (a foreigner), WEALTHY, highly educated, famous or such. Then also rewarding the wealthy criminals with more money on top of that.

Don't talk about giving them a chance to be educated or skilled. They are STILL exploited or barely paid what they're worth.

So criminality of lighter skinned and WEALTHY (especially established wealth maybe from the backs of slaves) are ignored while the criminality of the poor gets the "FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW"!!!

Please note the Minister of Finance said it is to bring integrity to the industry. Which means they KNOW of the crimes committed by the industry. So instead of consequences/application of the "full extent of the law" THEN given a second chance. Their CRIMES are ignored and then straight to a PR stunt.

Just like this fucking Government.