rogueninja · 5 years ago
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and you know what while we’re on the subject, names have an interesting role in the series. let’s review
titular character’s name (din djarin) is not revealed until literally the last episode, and the fact that someone even knows his name is telling of WHO that person is and HOW they acquired this information. and it’s not that mando hides this information, per se. everyone just seems to know to call him Mando. The Mandalorians don’t seem to have any rules against sharing your name, but at the same time, rarely seem to offer up the information. Din himself stated he had not heard that name spoken since he swore the creed. 
interestingly enough, him name is actually spoken 2 more times in the episode after the reveal. once by himself when he tells the others to tell the covert that din djarin sent them (implying the other mandalorians will know who that is, even though his name has not been spoken (maybe he meant spoken by non-mandos?))
then again by the armorer who tells ig-11 to carry the jetpack for din djarin. this is especially interesting because she actually does not know that his name has been revealed to them. all this leads me to believe that his name having a reveal is a combination of the fact that mandalorians now live in secrecy (coming up only 1 at a time), the loner way of life of being a bounty hunter (few non-mando friends), and probably the fact that Din himself is very private and never offers up the information, plus the fact that society seems perfectly comfortable referring to every Mandalorian as “Mando.”
i’m interested to see how his name will be utilized henceforth. will cara dune start calling him Din? I expect Greef to continue with Mando. Maybe in the future someone will finally straight up ask him his name, or heaven forbid he actually properly introduce himself to someone. Heck even i feel weird referring to him as Din and not Mando bc he never seemed to offer that up freely
Baby Yoda. second only to the main character and the internet had to make up a meme name for him. canonically known as “The Child.” In this case, we have a character who we know pretty much nothing about their backstory, and they are literally a non-verbal baby who cannot communicate it to us. It has recently been teased that his name will be revealed in season 2. this may happen 1 of 2 ways
Mando somehow finds where The Child came from, and people there reveal his original name, if he ever had one. 
Mando names him. Really rooting for this one. Of course this could not take place in season 1 because though Mando cared for the child, he seemed reluctant to become emotionally attached, knowing this way of life wasn’t suited for him. However now that Armorer has declared them a clan of 2, it’s only reasonable Mando should name him!!! given the Yoda species trend, a ‘Y’ name seems probable but i’m fine with anything !! (i would even be on board with naming him kuill or something)
Kuill. I actually bring this up because even though his name is in the credits in the first 2 episodes, his name is not said onscreen until episode 7, where he deliberately is like “YO I HAVE A NAME” since Mando keeps calling him “ugnaught.” This once again seems to tell me that Mando literally never bothers to ask people’s names. Like he spent several days with Kuill without ever learning his name. It actually makes me wonder if maybe he doesn’t ask so they don’t ask back ?? just speculating here. honestly though he pretty much never seems to ask anyone personal questions like ever unless they offer up the info freely.
Carasynthia Dune. I think it’s safe to say we were all weirdly excited by this revelation. I decided to mention this because even though we knew her name already, just learning her full name feels like we know her that much more, especially considering this information was immediately followed by the reveal that she is Alderaanian, which really gives us pretty much all the info we need to know about her character and why she hates imps so much.
Just gonna throw this one in here: The Client. We don’t learn his name, and now that he’s dead we probably never will. We also knew nothing about him other than that he worked for Moff Gideon. 
Suffice to say, there are a lot of “The” names in this, The Mandalorian.
So what’s the point then?? To me, names have power, and in this show are kind of a gauge for how much is known about a character/how much that character wants others to know. We slowly get to know Mando better throughout the series, culminating in the reveal of his name. He is by nature a private person - we don’t even get to see his face until the same episode where his name is revealed. The Child’s name is as much a mystery as the character himself. Names have power in this show, and the more we know about them, the more is revealed about who that character is. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
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brownskinsugarplum76 · 4 years ago
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Writer's Month 2020
Day 31: There was only one bed
I made it! This is the last story for the month. I'm glad I tried the challenge.
This one is long. It's something I've been playing around with for a while. There's a teeny bit of romantic action between the two dudes. ❤️❤️❤️
I should add that the Iggy anecdotes are things that I've read in bio books, or things he's said in interviews.
Forgot to say earlier: thanks @ledbythreads for the sanity check on this. 😁❤️
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They faced each other on opposite sides of the king-sized bed. They were both naked and hot after what had just transpired with Alice, and as neither of them was especially modest, neither of them thought much about it.
"Did you see how Alice made her way to the bathroom? Could barely walk!" Iggy laughed his unnerving cackle. "I've never seen a groupie look so ecstatic when we walked back here. Like she'd just won the fucking lottery."
"Not so loud, Ig! This isn't the bloody locker room." Robert's admonition came in a harsh whisper. "But I am proud of my work. Always am." Robert swept his damp curls out of his face and a beamed with a big Cheshire grin.
"She should be proud of her work, too… Would've sucked my soul out, if I had one to spare." Iggy rolled his eyes backward and opened his mouth wide in an exaggerated dramatization of his climax moments before. "Thanks for inviting me back here with her. Real nice of you to share."
Robert laughed at Iggy's joking, rubber face, but the hilarity faded when he noticed how genuine Iggy's gratitude was, and how intently he was paying attention to Robert all of a sudden. There was still amusement in Iggy's eyes, but Robert swore he saw flirtation in the pouty set of Iggy's lips. He realized he found it hard to take his eyes off the devilish little dynamo at the other side of the bed. That bastard always knew how to court attention, Robert thought, having read about Stooges shows and hearing wild word-of-mouth stories from groupies he and Iggy had in common. Guerrilla tactics, on and off the stage. A pint-sized, silver-haired man-child with a heart full of napalm.
Alice emerged from the bathroom after washing up and threw on her dress. She crawled between Robert and Iggy to kiss them both before leaving to fetch her best friend Fran from the party in Bonzo's room.
Robert lay on his back with his hands behind his head. If Fran was anything like Alice, a breather was in order before round two.
Robert sighed and glanced at Iggy, who was reclining on his side. "How does it feel to be in the big leagues? Raw Power is one hell of a record, mate." After all of Robert's chattering that night about the success of Houses of the Holy, he instantly regretted how arrogant his comment must've sounded to Iggy, who had been making music for roughly as long as Led Zeppelin had been. "Sorry," Robert interjected. "What I, uh, mean to say, Ig--"
"No, I get it, Percy." Iggy saw how much the nickname irked Robert when Bonzo spoke it and decided to twist the knife in Robert a bit.
Iggy had no poker face to speak of. Robert could see the American's thoughts slowly formulating through the movement of his big, blue cartoon eyes. Barely controlled rage pivoting to wily thoughtfulness with whiplash speed. Iggy seemed very lucid tonight, which surprised Robert, who had heard horror stories about Iggy's junkie tendencies through the grapevine. He was getting a sense that an alert Iggy was the truly dangerous Iggy.
Robert didn't know whether he would be scorched by what Iggy was going to say, or if he would be impressed by Iggy stopping himself from leveling a vicious retort. Iggy was not unlike Maureen, Robert thought--petite and fiery. And cute. Iggy's energy was vaguely familiar. The thought surprised Robert but also made him smile.
"We had to get dropped before we could perform the fucking album more than once, but yeah, we are getting bigger audiences now, thanks to Bowie's aura around the project. But we've always had a tight, rabid group of fans who really get it. The money isn't much, since the label tossed us out on our asses, but there are a few more people in the audience to catch me."
"You're a lunatic, with that stage diving." Robert caught himself breathing a sigh of relief. Iggy was reflective. Not in the mood to spar verbally.
"What? Too afraid to bust up your pretty face, Perce?"
Robert inhaled with irritation. His face flushed. He couldn't pinpoint why Iggy was getting under his skin. He'd been treated worse by the press. Much worse.
"I just don't have it in me," Robert finally said. "Plus, I'm bigger than you, and I think I could hurt someone. Or, I might come back to the stage naked, once all the birds get their hands on me."
"You'd love it. Admit it, man."
"Maybe I would, Iggy… But I'll leave you to it."
In the silent pause, Iggy swept his gaze over Robert's face again. Iggy admired the masculine set of Robert's jawline, at odds with his feline eyes and the curlicued cloud of his hair. Robert was more attractive than The Stooges' cutest roadies, and Iggy adored his roadies. Robert was a finely sculpted man who seduced everyone with very subtle androgyny. Robert's pretty hippie god look was a far cry from Iggy's battle-scarred demon persona of eyeliner and dark lips. Nevertheless, Iggy reveled in all the boys and girls wanting him. He loved blurring the lines of the expected. It was his ace, shoving people off kilter with his performance. If he straddled a man's lap and sang in his face, or kissed an unexpecting girl in the audience, all eyes would be on him. Hate or love his performance, they would be telling all their friends about it. It never failed.
By the way Robert looked at him, Iggy knew that even Robert found him to be an intriguing novelty. He smirked at the larger man, who smiled at Iggy quizzically.
Iggy wondered if Robert knew what he was doing with his look. But Robert was a god to his fans and had nothing to explain or prove to anyone.
Iggy couldn't lie to himself; he wasn't on that level. He was the sideshow for a loud, primitive band that always performed at the brink of chaos. He would be the scrappy little underdog until the day he died. Nothing came easy. He had to do the dirty work to get what he wanted.
Iggy watched Robert's chest rise and fall with his breath and imagined that it felt just as solid as Iggy's own musculature. Robert was a total package, just like Iggy had heard. Beautiful inside as much as outside. Iggy remembered the dreamy look in Sable's eyes when he saw her on the street and mentioned he'd be coming to the Riot House, as they called it. She'd asked Iggy to say hi to Robert for her. She was on to the next thing, only had eyes for Johnny Thunders these days.
Iggy started to wonder if Robert was someone he wanted, if Robert himself might be interested in exploring that kind of connection. Iggy was not turned off by the idea, no matter how much he protested about any hint of interest in men to anyone who'd listen. But he knew he'd have to be the one to make it happen with Robert. And that was always something he wrestled with.
David and Lou had no qualms about men, but Iggy hadn't truly shaken free from Midwestern ethics. It was like the time Iggy lived with Leee. It was two boys who grew up far from the coasts of America who couldn't act on their feelings, even when Iggy's robe was open and his large cock was on display. Leee was into boys, but as much as Iggy tried to entice him, nothing ever came of it. Iggy couldn't bring himself to go for Leee. Neither man ever spoke about it. Iggy had been paralyzed by his thoughts. Lee? Maybe he just wasn't sure if Iggy was sure. Iggy had broken free from society in many ways, but not this one. He sighed in frustration.
Robert noticed that Iggy's mood had shifted again, that he was lost in his thoughts, and not happy thoughts, it seemed. For all of Iggy's maniacal bravado, Robert realized that his fellow front man wasn't a savage to the core. It put Iggy in a new light in Robert's eyes.
Not that it made Robert think Iggy was delicate or weak. The ripples and etchings of wiry muscles on Iggy's body proved how strong he was, as did how he had clawed his way to a new record deal after his band had been left for dead a few years before.
Robert and Iggy weren't friends, having just met that night, but they sat by the balcony in the Hyatt suite and had a nice, long conversation over drinks, joints, and stories of the stage.
Iggy, Robert was pleased to find out, had more layers than the press ever attributed to him. Iggy was as well read as Robert and had even broader music taste than his British counterpart. It was refreshing for Robert to have a lively artistic conversation with someone who wasn't Jimmy.
Something was shifting between Robert and Iggy. Robert kind of hoped that Alice and Fran would be delayed for a while, even though he was unsure of how he wanted to fill that time with Iggy.
"Penny for your thoughts, Ig."
"Oh…" Iggy swallowed and blinked his eyes. He'd been caught. What the hell, he thought.
"Uh, Robert …"
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever… Done anything with a guy?"
"Haven't had the pleasure, Iggy. You?"
"Closest I've come, I told this creep he could lick my stomach when he asked to suck my dick. And some boys in San Francisco? They, uh, have a fan club for me. Met with them a few times. Touchy-feely motherfuckers. I don't go to sleep around them."
Iggy seemed somewhat ashamed. Robert could understand. Jonesy was convinced that Robert was too provincial, too old fashioned to accept or even acknowledge the male attention he garnered. Maybe the Midlands and Midwest weren't all that different, Robert mused. Iggy may have had more exposure to men who wanted him, but he seemed just as uncomfortable with that kind of attention.
But Robert guessed Iggy, too, was willing to bend the rules a little tonight. Good company and good drugs would do that to anyone.
Both men were lost in their thoughts. The silence was painful. It had become a game of chicken.
"Aw, fuck this." Iggy broke first. He scooted closer to Robert, rested a hand on the larger man's shoulder, and pressed his lips to Robert's. For a few tense seconds it was like both notoriously sexy men forgot how to kiss. Iggy additionally feared getting tossed from the bed by Robert. But then, everything clicked. It was like the first number of an electrifying concert. Both men knew the rush that came from singing the first few bars of a song, the sweet release of all the nervous energy that built while the band played the intro, and the passion that must be doled out with the first notes to hook the audience's attention for the night. Their kiss was exactly the same.
Robert nestled a hand on Iggy's back. Iggy's tongue was exquisitely adventurous. But not aggressive. It was the exact opposite of Iggy's stage persona: tender and unhurried. It was as good as any groupie Robert had ever encountered. Robert got the feeling that Iggy had a surprising number of facets that most would never see. Robert felt honored to get a true glimpse of the man.
Iggy glided his hand into Robert's curls. The American was enjoying himself. He realized it was no big deal after all. He briefly thought of telling David afterward, to see the surprise and envy on his face. Robert. Fucking. Plant! But Iggy would never tell a soul, out of respect for Robert and this moment. And he knew Robert wouldn't breathe a word of it, either.
Robert caressed Iggy's back, causing the smaller man to purr contentedly. The taste of Robert's tongue was the taste of freedom that he'd always craved.
The door opened, and Alice and Fran barged in. Iggy and Robert continued kissing. They'd surprised themselves by not jerking away from each other.
"Oh, my God, that's so hot!" The men heard a new voice. Fran. "They couldn't even wait for us!"
The two women took the scene as their cue and climbed on the bed, choosing a man to play with, separating the embrace.
Robert winked at Iggy, and Iggy nodded his head in response. It was fun while it lasted.
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rocky-alex · 7 years ago
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Motels Won’t Cut It Anymore
Word count: 1034
Warnings: Nothing this time
Pairing: Reader x Sam
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Chapter twenty eight: Daddy’s Twisted Nerve
Your dad had told you everything about the rising. He’d told you exactly what you had to do, exactly what you had to give. You’d be hanging onto life by a fingertip if things went south, which they very well could. He didn’t even seem to care much, which, granted, didn’t surprise you, but made you question whether he ever really cared about you or your sister. How long had he been planning this? Was having kids just another step in his plan? Everything just kept running through your head over the next two weeks while he made preparations. In your short time back with your family, you’d already seen that he had become damn near paranoid. He didn’t trust many people, and only you, your parents, uncle Bill and Arnie would be there for the rising.
The first night in the mansion you heard sounds coming from the woods around you. When you asked your father he said the energy surrounding this place right now was drawing the attention of every monster close by. They could feel the ground moving in a way humans couldn’t.
“And you’re totally cool with that?” you asked with raised eyebrows.
“The area has been sufficiently warded against any and all monsters.”
“Again, this is totally fine?”
“Yes, it is. They can’t even come close to us.”
“They’re close enough to be heard from the house.”
“Y/N, would you just trust me on this?” He looked frustrated.
“Dad, there are monsters literally surrounding us, probably waiting for the first opportunity to rip us to shreds.”
“I know! But it’s almost time, and the wards will hold.” He seemed very sure of this. You took a deep breath.
“Okay. I’ll trust you on this.” Not likely.
You’d expected your father to start the ritual as soon as he had you in his clutches, but that wasn’t the case. After spending a night at the mansion you were taken to the nearby town. You parked outside a tall apartment building. You’d told your dad that he’d have to kill you to get you to leave your bike behind, and he relented. As long as you stayed close to his cars.
In the downtime, between your arrival and the rising, your father did his best to introduce you to his organisation. Your stay there was precarious as best, and the best you dared to hope for was that he needed you alive for the ritual, so you listened intently, trying to appear as if you were taking in his every word. After a few days, it started getting to you, and you actually got invested in what your father was doing. The first thing he did was go over the basics of the operation, giving you insight to something that had been in motion long before you were even born. You learned that the business was mainly located in Europe and North America. Thin branches stretched to other continents, but the Ritchies had realised long ago that their biggest advantages lay close to home. Going global hadn’t been an option way back when, and the family had, before your father took the reins, decided to stick where there was history.
The family made it’s profit from buying and selling rare artefacts, providing safe-from-human-law hunting grounds for monsters, and running a black market on human organs that were definitely not intended for illegal transplants. Shudder… Another part of the operation was lining the pockets of other criminal families, with interest of course. Families that just happened to consist entirely of monsters. You remembered hearing the brothers mentioning Chicago, and a few days after reuniting with your family they confirmed what Sam and Dean had said about the monster mob.
“Our biggest alliance lies with the Chicago Families. They hold great power among the monsters and have, for the most part, been accepted as intermediaries between us and bigger, more widespread, monster communities.” “For the most part?”
“In some cases, it’s not possible to efficiently gather monsters, or organise them into a working society. Chicago, in a way, is a rarity.”
“What cases?”
“Take, for example, rugarus-”
“What’s a rugaru?”
“That’s part of the explanation. See, they start out human. Some of them have no idea what they are, but they can mate with humans and pass on the gene. They grow up normal, but around 30 years old, they start changing. The biggest change is their hunger, it grows until the inevitably take a bite of the biggest prize.” “Which is…?”
“Long pig.” Okay, ew. “Once they have a taste, they change fast. They become inhumanly strong, their flesh rots, and they can’t go back. They’re uncontrollable and not always self-aware.”
“Does that harm you business in any way?” All part of the charade? Right? Shit. Your dad tried to hide his smug grin.
“Well, keeping monsters a secret is necessary for this all to work. That’s why hunters exist. If all monsters could be controlled we would have no need for hunters. Hell, they’d probably be extinct by now…”
You thought about Sam and Dean, getting to live a normal life… Selfishly, you immediately discarded that thought. You’d never have met them if they had lived a normal life. And your own family would still be as twisted as it was today. You hated to admit it, but you were intrigued by how this family conducted it’s business, despite the organ dealings. It made you sick to think that, if it hadn’t been for Leah’s death, you might have eventually joined your father of your own free will. However, despite already knowing one of his biggest secrets, you were still positive he was hiding things, and you hated to think what it could be. Interest in the business aside, your goal was still clear; stop your father from resurrecting the goddess, preferably without dying in the process. You didn’t see how you could do it, though, with so many guards around. The only thing you could think was that it would have to happen during the ritual, and you’d just have to play along until then.
“So back to your alliance with Chicago…”
“Ah, yes. You see…”
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alightwhendarknessfell · 7 years ago
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The issue I have with Jake and Inna’s ‘Inspiration’ posts is that it’s the same stereotypical spiel that almost 99.9% of 'celebs’ and people with money, rich kids, people with dream jobs or situations they dropped on, people in financially well off and/or comfortable life styles or people who have no responsibilities, preach to the masses.They go on and on about freedom, happiness, to not worry bout life, to travel and 'expand your mind’, to go seek out the beautiful places of the world, to visit nature and so on, posting things like Inna’s 'Remove the I and want from 'I want to be happy’ and you’re left with happiness’.
Which is fine, they have every right to post and say what they like, but the truth of the matter is that people like Jake, Inna and other people who post things like this, often come from one of the situations above. People who post things like this generally have a good bit of wealth and a safety net in place and never have to worry about said safety net. We can’t begrudge them that freedom, especially if they’ve worked for it, like Jake has, however we can begrudge them the attitude that comes with it, because it is an attitude that is all too prevalent amongst people who do not have to worry about the foundations of their financial security, job security, etc.
That attitude is one which suggests you must travel, you must be carefree, you must not worry about money, your job, your home, your living situation, that to worry means you’re shallow and materialistic, vapid and money hungry and that to not do as their inspiring words suggest means you’re bad and not trying hard enough.
What they post is known as aspirational porn, which serves two purposes: One is to tantalize the viewers with a life they cannot have, and really want (Lets face it, who doesn’t want to be carefree, travel and have money?) and the second is to make the viewers feel like some sort of failure for not being able to have the same life style, yet still be drawn in and keep checking their posts.
It’s a way for the upper class, celebs and those in a cushy life style to pat themselves on the back for being able to do something that anyone with money can buy. Which is to have a comfortable life. They don’t have to worry about happiness because, despite what they try to lead you to believe, money does buy happiness. Think about it; when you can afford your rent, food, bills, clothing, etc. it keeps you happy subconsciously. You’d be pretty miserable if you couldn’t. So on that level it can and does buy happiness. Inna and Jake might preach that it doesn’t, that money is not something they care about, but if that were the case, Inna wouldn’t post about her 'real man’ buying her make-up, she wouldn’t buy designer clothing, she wouldn’t do sponsored teeth whitening ads, they wouldn’t be trying to make ÆLONIA big.
Money, despite what they say, is a key motivator. Case in point, they mentioned how Trixxy’s vet bills were expensive and they could not afford to pay for her treatment. Money very quickly became something they were concerned about. Would they appreciate their own advice of not worrying about it if someone told them the same advice they give others?
Someone who has had privilege of travelling extensively and being able to live comfortably and in decent financial security is not any better, wiser or more cultured than someone who hasn’t, or someone who can never afford to even get out of their own city. Yet Inna and Jake act like they are, because they assume that their life style is a given to anyone, that it’s people’s 'negative attitudes’ holding them back, when it isn’t. It’s entirely a game of money and access and acting as though worrying about money and not finding the 'beauty’ in your life on the part of people with less than them is some sort of trivial issue, just makes it worse.
Encouraging people to 'Worry less about things’ or to just 'Go out and live life’ to 'Follow your dreams’, 'find nature’ when you’re in a position to do as you like and damn the consequences, demonstrates a very profound misunderstanding of what worrying actually is. What the condescending celebs, musicians, rich kids etc. mean by not worrying and to 'be happy’ is they think you’re choosing to be where you are, that you’re the one who decided you needed two jobs, you’re the one who who is choosing to pay your rent over going out and seeking your fortune and dropping your responsibilities. That you could easily just drop everything and go live this perfect life where you’d be happy, but you’re choosing not to. What they fail to understand is that many of us have no choice but to make money our priority over genuine happiness, to make rent, bills, caring for families our priority because we’ve no other choice. Because if you don’t go and earn money, look after your family, etc. then you’d be out on the streets or even worse off. So them implying that people choose to be unhappy or be stuck where they are on purpose is naive and despite what they would lead people to believe, being able to drop your old life and pave the way for a new one does require money. These stories of people who claim to just go and travel to a new city with ten dollars in their pocket are rare and those people always drop lucky on knowing someone who helps them get their foot in the door by way of getting a dream job or simply being in the right place at the right time. When someone tells you a story like that, they’re no doubt deliberately missing out on key factors like people helping them out. The goal is to make it seem as inspiring as possible and to drive home the point that 'anyone’ can do it.
How many people feel inspired by those quotes they post? genuinely? Not many. Most of the people clapping for those posts of Jake and Inna’s are young and desperate to suck up to them in the hopes that they will get interaction from their idols. It might fill people temporarily with false inspiration, but it’s not a long term thing and inspiration to better yourself or your own life has to come from yourself, first and foremost. True and lasting inspiration does not come from outside sources. Outside sources might help a little in giving you a push, but ultimately you need to be your own inspiration and that is not easy to do. If it were, everyone would have killer bodies, and we’d all be millionaires on private yachts.
Everyone needs to follow their own path to financial independence and freedom, that much is true and we all achieve it in different ways. And if you’re lucky enough that path involves a lot of money, being able to travel freely and do something you love for a living or even not have a job and rely on family to pay your way, because you know you’ve got security. That’s great if you have that, and there’s no need to feel guilty over it if you do. But to encourage others to follow this very rare and privileged path makes you a dick. Because it implies the only way to gain meaning out of life is to do what Jake and Inna are doing. It’s turned their IG’s into vapid inspiration blogs that only apply to a tiny percent of the population who have the money to go out and do what they keep saying. It’s time to stop with the vague, passive-aggressive inspirational quotes that Jake sometimes starts with 'I suggest you do and [insert thing you should do here]’. It’s time to stop saying things like: ’What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.’ Like one of Inna’s pictures says further down her IG page. It’s incredibly naive and an incredibly privileged attitude.
Similarly, it’s easy for Inna to tell girls to  not worry about social stigma, because she knows she is slim, attractive and has a near perfect body by society’s standards. Again, another example of aspiration porn.
And both Jake and Inna and all those other celebs who do the same can say that this is mean, that my post is wrong until they are blue in the face, but it still does not change the fact that they are preaching from a position of financial security and privilege. If they truly believed what they posted and preached, Inna and Jake would of both acted very differently and not attack their fans. Given that Inna has posted the following quotes:
'I know, sometimes it’s not easy because there are many people who will try to provoke you on the negative reaction, who will bring up your worst inside of you. But always try to wear somebody’s shoes and try to practice non-judgment because you never know what those people are going through and who they really are. Who are we to judge somebody? We can’t do that. But we can understand and forgive. Understanding is the key to forgiveness, to love, to inner peace and happiness.’
'Remind yourself that the greatest technique for bringing peace into your life is to always choose being kind when you have a choice between being right or being kind.’
If they really believed this, they’d not have acted how they did to the recent out bursts, nor would Jake of threatened to hit someone and their gender does not make hitting them or wanting to hit them acceptable.
'Successful people maintain a positive focus in life no matter what is going on around them. They stay focused on their past successes rather than their past failures, and on the next action steps they need to take to get them closer to the fulfillment of their goals rather than all the other distractions that life presents to them.’
Please tell this to the families of Robin Williams, Heath Ledger, Jimmy Sullivan, Kurt Cobain, and the multitude of 'successful’ people in life who have died, committed suicide, struggled with addiction, abuse, etc. Please tell Corey Taylor who was raped as a child and a drug user this. Please tell all the multitude of people who can’t get over something in their past which holds them back, because it has mentally destroyed them. Please tell that to my friend who was raped when he was younger, to the point where it’s not crippled him in terms of relationships. Please tell them all how it was their attitudes and lack of positivity which caused them to be how they are. I’m sure it will go down REALLY well.
This is a perfect example of someone who is in a position of wealth and security, not understanding how humans in general work. Is Inna telling us that no matter what happens you must stay positive? Would she tell someone that after a family member died? What about if a friend told her they were raped? Would she tell them to look at the positives about it? Doubtful. It’s another issue with people with this type of attitude; they often lack empathy, because they think anyone who has anything bad happen to them has brought it upon themselves. And that is a dangerous attitude to have, because when you get knocked off your pedestal, it’s one hell of a fall.
Submission: This post should be mandatory reading. You got it 100%!!!!
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