#this is your punishment for the dam post limit

[harmcityherald]

I did, of course, reach my post limit so it affords me time to write something that's been on my mind. Twitter. lets take a minute and step back to see a bigger picture, if you will. A social media website that was a victim of a hostile takeover by a billionaire capitalist to clear out antifascist or left leaning ideologists like myself and let me tell you I jumped ship pretty quickly. Now I understand you may be weary of hearing about old muskbucket and the twitter titanic but really, hear me out. He did a hostile takeover to vacillate his right wing cronies. we all know it, I say it out loud. Under the guise of "free speech" (which is a phrase many fascists use but rarely afford to others)

then a few weeks later and old trumpidump comes out saying his main platform is gonna be trans rights. which then in florida the Guantánamo kid starts banning books and going after trans rights starting with the young because that's how they did abortions. now....if a billionaire can be coaxed/forced (because I think he was actually) to buy a whole damn website just to burn it down OR make it the bastion of the far right voice, then who is to say they won't be coming for us here at tumblr? we fucking stand for everything they are against. I could go through a list of what I mean but you have to see what I mean. scroll thru your dash and imagine desantas reading it. ok. keep up now. because pretty soon they gonna put the choke hold on us. right now, the supreme court, packed with fucking nazis, is gonna decide if a social media site can be sued for what you do and say on it.

when they came for facebook I didn't care cause it sucks.

when they came for twitter I didn't care because I wasn't part of that....

but then they came for tumblr.....

sound familiar? it fucking should.

If they are going to ban the fucking velveteen rabbit what makes you think they would allow their kids to kick about on the most pro-everything left leaning website to ever exist in these "united states" hmm? lets even go beyond that and include all the western leaning countries. I wholeheartedly recommend every minor to not allow their parents, teachers, clergy, or anybody else with no shoelaces know they have a tumblr. I know that's harsh as shit, innit. well its the same clandestine war they are waging against you. Im saying it now, while I can. While im still allowed to say it.

bla blah you're paranoid, you see that shit everywhere.

that's because it IS everywhere. I would tell you to wake the fuck up but christ, don't call nobody woke. that'll start a fight in the dollar store line any day.

so to cut my rant short.....lets all keep our eyes on the ball. Don't let it consume you as the dreaded election approaches, I will be guarding my own mental health and peace paramount because Im old and close to death. they love that, I can't vote against them then. But you youngins sure can AND you have the power to drive this ship now and I for one would be tickled pink to die on trans island. can you tell Im from the 70s? lol. their most vilified citizen, I like to think. nixons nemesis. reagans nightmare. but all bullshit aside, think about it. think about what we have here, a free exchange of ideas and likes. the fucking freedom to read marx, to each other if we so desire. to know real history. and maybe just maybe to vote every fucking billionaire off the planet. Im telling you to look out because they don't like that. not one little bit.

all I can think is somehow tumblr has once again miraculously flown under the radar. how? I dunno. I bet there's a thousand "nazi computers" scraping the web for everything we freely talk about. We must be on the radar....but why are no V2 rockets coming? they holding a card to their chest? waiting for the right time? wait till the Guantánamo kid finds out about us. They want to torch and shoot up synagogues, drag shows and black churches, why the hell would they allow this website to be near their kids? why not?

pssssst. hey kids......looks left and right....Im a socialist. pro lgbtq pro feminism and Im not a fucking racist. and I would die for my principals and for your existence.

thats why gotdammit.

[ellanainthetardis]

"Like Mockingjay (never start me talking about Mockingjay)."

Now you have to talking more about Mockingjay. What's your problem with MJ? 😎

@curiousnonny

@curiousnonny I feel like my poor followers are tired of my opinion on mj lmao. There must be a ton of posts somewhere under my meta tag but I will sum it up for you. Baring in mind it's been ages since I've reread or seen the movies so my opinion might have chanced in the meantime I guess if I saw it again.

Book wise: I do like the book alright in the sense that I like the themes and the messages and I think it wraps the series up perfectly. However, I also consider Mockingjay to be very poor writing because it's the book when suzanne discovered how limited a first person pov was and it shooooows. We're trapped in Katniss' head when, clearly, we needed more info so we get a scene like Finnick's death - a scene I still consider to be one of the worst writing example of all times by the way - where Katniss suddenly develops telepathy and reads his thoughts. lol. Let's not forget the random and weird decision to substitute Effie for Fulvia and only remember about Effie halfway down the book with a vague mention of "we don't know what happened to her", well okay then. Outside of that, Mockingjay was a strong instalment and I have no other problem with it (at least I don't think).

Now. The movies. *take deep breath. Beg someone to hold me back*

Okay for the positive, thanks to the movie more omniscient perspective, it corrects that whole "first person" problem and we get to see more of the war, we get more context which is great. The cinematography was also very pretty which doesn't hurt. Strictly on an aesthetic point of view the two movies are great - that dam scene will never ever not give me chills.

HOWEVER, they made decisions to change some stuff that still irk me.

Personally, I would rather have Effie rescued with the victors than there from the start because they made her comic relief when she could have been so much more and it annoyed me. Elizabeth's performance is awesome and it's not her fault but we were promised a fish out of water for months and we didn't get that. I love her but we didn't get that.

Strictly linked to Effie's situation we have Thirteen. Thirteen in the books is a military district that borders on police state to rival the Capitol. There are lots of rules and harsh punishment for disobeying those rules, it's a military place where everyone is considered a soldier (and I actually really much liked that part in the books). We see most of that aspect of Thirteen through its interactions with Capitols - in the books the prep team, but also Fulvia when she tosses away a piece of paper and in a lesser impact Plutarch. The key scene to me that clue to Thirteen's true harsh nature is the one with the prep team where Katniss finds them imprisoned in a cell that hints at torture happening behind those door (not to the prep team necessarily but generally: the chains, the drain on the floor etc). It's clear from that scene on that in Thirteen, you follow rules or you get hurt. Now back to the movie: Effie struts around in a modified uniform (how funny haha), doesn't generally follow the rules ("I won't get out of my compartment" how do you eat then? Because they're sure as hell not giving you trays of food), and is very much running her own show. That doesn't keep with book!Thirteen and that annoys me to death.

Now, again, it wasn't difficult to make Effie a fish out of water. You just had to give her the right uniform and make her wear it. The scene with the prep team could have been included with Effie in their place. It would have gone a long way into making Thirteen more book!canon.

Linked to Thirteen is movie!Coin. Look, it was a choice. They made her give Katniss so many pep talks. She was great at the distant evil vibes but she wasn't as frightening as book!Coin and I do love to hate book!Coin. They also changed the final voting on Games scene with her saying she doesn't want a bloodbath and lol. That's exactly what she wanted. So... I guess they tried to make her more human with Snow being the big bad villain and the reveal that she was also not a great person doesn't hit like in the books.

Regarding the pep talks that Coin gives to Katniss all the time. Here's my question: where the fuck was woody when they were filming? Was he high? Was he not on set? How do we go from Haymitch being Katniss' prime caretaker in book!MJ to Haymitch barely talking to her at all in the movies? I love those scenes in MJ where Haymitch's love for her shows, okay. I love that even though they have their tension and Katniss is angry with him because of Peeta, it shows that they care about each other. Haymitch is with her, in her corner, there's no question. In the movies Haymitch is hardly there to be found and he's pretty much comic relief half the time. That's the big reason for my annoyance with the movies I guess. I love Haymitch and we didn't get enough. All his canons scenes were replaced either by Coin or Effie.

Another scene that absolutely guts me in the book is the Finnick's reveal scene. It's just such a twist in the books, such an important reveal and in the movies they made the *stupid* choice of CUTTING IT SO KATNISS CAN HAVE A SKYPE SESSION WITH SNOW. A SKYPE SESSION. WITH SNOW. Nothing more to say about that.

Speaking of Katniss, like I mentioned in the last act, JLaw's performance in those movies is... a choice. Her face is blank all the time, she gives as much emotion as a plank of wood... I don't know I just didn't buy it. But more importantly, she is wolverine. Take a bomb in the face? No problem, she bounces back in five seconds without scars or any physical trauma. Easy peasy.

I also hate the erasure of any sort of trauma. I get it was probably for rating reasons and it's not like it was the first time. Haymitch's alcoholism is pretty much absent (yes we see him drinking in the previous movies, yes it's acknowledged he drinks to excess but we never see any hint of withdrawals and he stops drinking without apparent difficulties outside of a cold, he also stays sober in the last stretch of mj and possibly afterwards as well which is a whole different discussion I already had a few times and that only highlights the differences between book!H and movie!H) and in the same veine, we don't see Katniss getting addicted to morphling, we don't see her becoming suicidal and we don't see her finding herself back through singing - which is very sad actually because there is this whole thread of Katniss and singing woven through all 3 books and we loses a very impactful moment here. Instead we get Katniss shipped back to 12 under one day because why not?

Book!MJ has that for itself that it doesn't shy away from trauma, it shows the bad and the ugly and it also shows the good because there's rebirth. Movie!MJ... Well, we get bad wigs.

I probably forgot some stuff but here it is in a nutshell XD I told you you shouldn't have started me on that topic lmao.

[meatcrimes]

so i finally finished The Frontier. here’s my final thoughts:

new vegas runs so much faster and smoother since uninstalling the frontier and all related hotfixes

i will say one positive thing about this mod and it’s the sheer variety of different items in the world. not just the guns, but the consumables, workbench & campfire recipes, combining consumables to make healing items that are on par with the wasteland omelette or fiend stew.

i know this mod was being developed before fallout 4 was released but this would have been so much better, from a technical standpoint and from a story standpoint, if this were a fallout 4 mod. if this was essentially a Where Are They Now mod that explored what the ncr/legion/bos did following the second battle of hoover dam, this would have been a better story. for example, legate valerius becoming the next Caesar after the deaths of Edward Sallow and Legate Lanius and how the changes he implemented made the legion almost unrecognizable

speaking of legion, i played the legion quest line and most of the crusaders quest line so these are all opinions from that perspective

the de-fanging of the legion was disappointing. i wanted to play with the villain faction, or at least a morally gray faction who is no better than the other choices. the legion could still be evil even with the “liberal” valerius in charge. the ending where the northern legion abolished slavery, gave women equal rights and power, and allowed modern technology was disappointing because they were clearly trying to remove a lot of what made the legion evil in the first place. a “liberal” legion that, for example, uses slavery as a punishment for crimes that you’re freed from when your sentence is up, is still evil and still villainous

or a legion that allowed women to have limited roles as priestesses, doctors and frumentaria (which i hc that the mainland legion is already doing but wtvr). that could have been what the “liberal” new caesar has done while still maintaining the legion’s misogyny

SPEAKING OF WHICH. legate valerius had an epiphany and supported women’s equality when his daughters were born which is unintentionally hilarious because that’s how a lot of real life men start caring about women’s issues

the mission where you have to kill a slaver and when you get to her you find she’s already been captured by other slavers. and how that was the end of the quest. and you lost karma for killing her or setting her free. there’s a lot to unpack here but let’s just set the whole suitcase on fire

also the indigenous coded tribe that was wiped out by an STD. yeah. not over that

and the Followers doctor who knowingly gave the courier a blood transfusion from someone with syphilis

the other followers doctor, Welick, who blamed all of his problems in life on arcade gannon

(from subtext we can gather that Arcade exposed illegal/unethical things Welick was doing and the reason everyone “had arcade fever” was just them acknowledging that Welick was wrong. and the reason he “left” the followers is that he was actually kicked out. welick is an unreliable narrator but i’m willing to bet 35 bottle caps and a wrinkly $5 NCR bill that most of the players did not pick up on that)

scrapz my beloved ❤️

seriously scrapz was the highlight of this mod. you know that post that’s like “when you know you can do a canon character better so you just steal them and make them your oc”? that’s what i wanna do with scrapz. he deserved a better mod

also… the fact that we can flirt with scrapz with a black widow check (and i think confirmed bachelor too but i am not replaying this mod in order to see) and he openly admits to being horny on main for humans (paraphrased, but honestly tell me that doesn’t sound like a real line from this mod) and yet we can’t have sex with him!??

he clearly has advanced enough AI to give him the ability to consent, since he leaves the player if you get too far in the crusaders quest line (and i assume ncr too but once again. not replaying to check). we can fuck the chem-obsessed Argonian queen. we can fuck a deathclaw. but we can’t fuck a robot despite being able to have sex with FISTO in the base game

the entire Dr Voss quest. i’m still not sure what that was. it’s just a blur of blood sewers, finding keys, and increasingly incomprehensible notes

when callidus revealed AJ was his sister and he didn’t want you to kill her but capture her and reunite them. and then i killed her anyway because it’s what she would have wanted, between death and the legion

“you prevented silus from being interrogated” x103

the weird romance-but-not between legate valerius and the courier. like he lets you sleep in his bed for a well rested bonus, his personal quest is called I Was Made For Loving You, his weird protectiveness of the courier, and of course that unintentionally erotic interrogation scene. and near the beginning i swear there was dialogue with him that was like “you were out cold for days, but I never left your side. it looked like you weren’t going to pull through, but I ordered my men to spare no expense to ensure you recovered. i tended to most of your wounds myself, working late into the night to set your broken bones and repair your torn ligaments” etc etc you get the point

the NCR commander named Tiberius Rancor who no one suspected was a legion plant

the radioactive super mutants that had a melee weapon called Kitchen Sink and it literally was a whole entire kitchen sink ripped from a building. and the courier couldn’t use it

the repair tool for the cars in the game but when you used it, it kept giving you the achievement for knocking down enemies so it was basically a source of infinite xp

the fucking space enclave. the enclave, in space. they never were defeated by the chosen one or the lone wanderer, they just fled to outer fucking space for some reason

the cannibal ice ghouls with 3500 hit points. you know what i mean. the fact that this mod was set way too far south to be seeing them, and basically did nothing accurate to the mythology at all except that they were cannibals, and didn’t even pluralize the word correctly. i understand this was probably inspired by fallout 76 but 76 should not have had those creatures either

in conclusion: i was determined to finish this mod and i’m glad i can say i did, but was it worth it? was it really worth it? no

[oftenderweapons]

The Magic Touch - maknae line

Pairing: maknae line member x reader

Wordcount: 1.3-1.5k words

Genre: smut, fluff, (Jimin’s and Jungkook’s are a bit angsty)

Rating: 18+

Hello there everyone! One day later, here I am, I’ll repeat my general considerations.

I was very conflicted about posting, especially since I realised some of you might be focusing your energies on the BLM movement -- at the same time I thought that, as a writer, one of my priorities is to offer a momentary getaway from real life, especially since many countries are still affected by quarantine and lockdown, and many of us might need to get away from all the stress in the meantime.

As I mentioned in my previous post, I’m pretty busy with exams and studying but I really wanted to post this because last week, on May 28th, we celebrated International Masturbation Day! So, as you can see, the theme is masturbation.

I think that the general message here is that you don’t have to be single to masturbate, and that masturbation and couple life are not mutually exclusive.  

TRIGGER WARNINGS: There is some swearing. Also, THIS IS QUITE DESCRIPTIVE (sometimes even too descriptive for my own good) with some possibly rough language, pretty much any kind of masturbation, mostly mutual, but also individual, of course this thing is filled with exhibitionism and voyeurism, unprotected foreplay and spit play, mentions of unprotected sex (GUYS, PLAY IT SAFE, CONDOMS, DENTAL DAMS, GET TESTED REGULARLY!!!!), use of restraints and sex toys, namely one vibrator and one dildo. Mentions of cheating (it’s just JK being insecure, his gf loves him like crazy), apparently the key to unlock Jimin’s part was to switch (haha! in literature we call this foreshadowing) his and Taehyung’s prompts. Lately I’ve been thinking about dommy Jimin and damn, I had to share: he’s merciless and a tease, enjoy. Taehyung loves watching his gf, no news. JK is a young bunny and he couldn’t understand much what was happening, he was Jungshook through most of it but he appreciates.

Sceneries about 1300-1500 words each.

Enjoy!

Here you can find the hyung line

And you can find my masterlist here

Jimin

How much more could it go on like this?

Would he really tease you for the rest of the night?

“Stop it. Please, just get it done.”

“Not tonight baby.”

He moved his hand away from your thighs once more. He had been edging for almost an hour now. Tonight he was merciless. He had trapped your nipples in his favourite clamps and was currently pulling at the string connecting them, his other hand pressing against your sex.

“You want me to stop?”

“Please, just want to cum.”

“Are you aroused?”

You nodded desperately. Tonight he was being a huge switch, going from dom to sub every two minutes. 

On the sofa he had initially curled up in front of you, letting you be the big spoon as he rested his head on your bicep. Then he had pinned your hands and moved your shirt aside to suck you nipples, his hard on pressing against your crotch. Then he had pulled you on top of him, acting as if he wanted to suffocate between your tits. 

And now you were below him, mouth wide as he finally took off his shirt, the head of his erection pressing against the waistband of his underwear. Would he let you touch him?

“Sit there. I want you to watch me. If you touch yourself I’ll stop.”

You nodded sharply after he took off his underwear. “Have you missed me?”

“Yes, I have baby.”

“All of me?”

“I missed you on top of me. Inside me.” You licked your lips as you saw the first drop of pre-cum appear on his glans.

“Are you wishing you could lick it?” He teased with a smirk.

Another nod, this time eager and convinced. 

“Aren’t you always hungry for me, my queen.” He collected it with his palm, offering it before your lips. You lapped at it. “Wet my hand for me, love?”

You obeyed silently.

His hand ran down his torso while his wet one grabbed the middle of his sex and slid downwards, contracting around the base. 

“How can I help you?” You asked. 

“Just look at me. I love it when you watch me. You give me so much attention. Make me feel so beautiful.”

“You love it baby, don’t you?” You smiled wildly. 

He nodded, his lower lip plum as he bit it. He was too handsome for his own good: kneeling at the feet of the bed, his left hand kneading the base of his neck, his erection half hidden by his hand. 

“Will you let me touch you?” You asked, praying every god that he would not deny you.

He giggled playfully. “Of course not.” 

You couldn’t hold back your disappointment, pouting like a babygirl. 

“Don’t be a brat, princess. You know that the moment you touch me, you’ll want to put your mouth on me, and the moment you put your mouth on me you’ll want me inside your pretty, wet pussy.” He teased with a smug grin. “Wait for it like a big girl.”

Still you clenched your jaw and tried to get closer to him. “Don’t you love me? Don’t you love the way I touch you?” Maybe you could hit his switch. Maybe you could make him your pliant little boy and climb him and use him to fuck your brains out. 

“Wait.” He said, his voice stern. 

“I know you want me to touch you.” You tried to persuade him with a saccharine voice. “You love my hands on you.” You sat on your knees and started getting closer to him, slowly, one inch at a time. “You always cum when I stroke you. You love my delicate touch, my warm, slipper fingers, you love it when I press on you there... ”

You were face to face now. 

“Don’t.” He ordered you. 

“Or?” You cheshire grin and your fingertip on his knee were immediately interrupted by his body smashing against yours, dragging you back to the headboard. 

“One can’t even get off in peace in this house. Dammit.”

“You know I’ve been trying to get off too, right? The feeling’s mutual.” His body was snug against yours, his erection pressing on your hip.

“Quit the attitude. Now.” He was almost scary.

“Then fuck me.” You replied snarkily. 

“Fine, you had it coming. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With his body pinning yours he reached for his bedside table, rummaging until he found a pair of black furry handcuffs. 

“Give me your wrists or it will get worse.”

“Try me, sweet thing.” Since the ball was rolling, might as well play.

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, I will.” He grabbed your wrists, joining them on top of your head and cuffing them together, looping the chain around a bar of the bed. Sometimes you thought he had that bed specifically for this purpose. Even though it was usually him being cuffed to bed. 

“Well, well. look who can’t touch me now.” He teased. He rummaged in the drawer again, emerging with a small silk case. “I told you I would ruin you. But you didn’t believe me. Guess I’ll have to deliver.” He extracted a small vibe. You knew it too well. Usually you would restrain him and let him watch as you wore the vibe and let it overstimulate you, orgasm after orgasm. You biggest source of joy was being turned against you. 

“Now will you apologize for your smartmouth and keep quiet while I get myself off?” He asked. 

You did not reply, looking at him with hostility. 

“Fine.” He forced your knees apart and put the cherry-shaped vibe in his mouth. Extracting it, he switched it on and pressed it against your clitoris. Your reaction was immediate. “Let’s see if you still misbehave now.” He pushed it inside and instantly your eyes blew open, your lips parting in an high pitched moan. 

“Oh my god. Jimin, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I swear I’ll be good.” You didn’t last one minute before you started begging. But he was completely insensitive to your pleas, once more comfortably sitting on the balls of his feet, this time he placed himself at our feet, between your spread legs. 

“Not so bold now, are we ____?” He provoked, his hands reaching slowly for his hard on, enjoying how stressed out you looked below him. 

“I’m so sorry.” You were so close to sobbing. 

“Saying sorry is not enough baby. You passed your limit tonight. Take your punishment like a big girl.” He started touching himself with ease, not fretting over it, tugging at the upper half and observing you writhe in front of him. His confidence and arrogance got you upset even more: he was there, all triumphant and smug while you were making a mess of yourself with your body juices. Your cries and pleas were whiny and childlike. 

“Can’t you keep quiet, princess, I’m trying to focus here.”

“Please,” you begged once more. 

He collected some of his precum on his fingers and then forced them in your mouth. 

“Now keep quiet.” He cocked his head. “Don’t you wanna cum?” He baited. 

You nodded frantically, sucking his fingers. 

“Then silence.” 

And silence was, the toy only edging you more and more, since it was set on the lowest level and you were sadly unable to orgasm without contact on your clit. Though you knew that if you were lucky enough to resist until he got inside you, his pubis rubbing against your sensitive bud, you would be seeing stars straight away.

But you weren't silent because of his orders, but rather because of the sweet moans and whimpers coming from his throat. He had edged himself too, meeting your eyes every now and then and blushing when you smiled at him softly, interrupting only when your brow furrowed and you needed to concentrate on the feeling between your legs. 

Now he seemed finally ready to orgasm, his face completely relaxed and focused as a long, sweet exhale fell from his mouth, making you shiver. 

“I’m cumming baby.” He said in his small voice. 

“Want you all over me.” You replied, inviting him to mark you. 

His eyebrows knitted together, he pouted, nodding, then you saw his sculpted torso undulate and his hips snap towards you, making him crumble on top of you, spilling over your breasts and stomach in a messy puddle. 

It took him over half a minute to recover, and by now you felt so tender and on edge that even his lashes fluttering over your breasts made you get wetter -- you were surprised you could get any wetter than this. 

He opened his eyes, his voice soft as a cloud when he said: “I want you to use me for your pleasure, my queen.” And he switched, once again.

Taehyung

“Head or foot?”

“I get the foot.” He answered.

“Nice. Very polite of you.”

“I can see better when you take the head. I can kneel but you need to prop yourself up.”

“Thank you, Tae.”

“You’re welcome, my love.” He wrapped a hand around your waist, leading you to the bedroom. 

“Would you want some music?”

“Do you?”

“Not really.” He started undoing his shirt. You removed your jacket, freeing all the small motherpearl buttons of your blouse. You were standing right in front of each other. Shame was something you had removed from your relationship almost a year ago. If it had ever existed. 

You talked about everything, saw everything of each other. Every dimple, mole, scar, valley and plane, curve and angle of your bodies had been explored patiently and devotedly. Looking at each other like this was a form of worship rather than erotism. 

“Is it too cold?” You asked, looking at the thermostat. Tae was rather sensitive to changes of temperature. 

“It’s nice. But maybe I’ll change my mind once I’m naked.” He took his pants off, his feet softly padding on the marble floor, nearing the enormous bed. All that space was a waste, you always slept latched together, one on top of the other. You could probably fit in a baby bed.

“No underwear today?” You asked, removing the small vintage star-shaped pendant he had gifted you. 

“I showered at BigHit, then realised I had forgotten my boxers but I thought it wasn’t worth it wearing the sweaty ones. I was getting home anyways.”

You smiled and removed your pencil skirt. “Stockings on or off?”

He pondered. “Off.” Pause. “No, on.”

You giggled and mirrored his boxy grin. “Okay, on. Coming,” you teased, taking off your panties. “Wait. Panties, bra?”

“Pantied off, bra on.” He ordered. 

“Fine.” You trotted to the head of the bed and climbed, his eyes trailing over our legs and the curve of our bum.

“I love your curves, princess.”

“I love your face.” You complimented back. 

“I love your thighs, soft and buttery.” He said, shaking his hair out of the way, kissing you left ankle. 

“I love your hands, strong and naughty.” 

“Where do you want my hands?” He asked you, waiting for your instruction. 

“On yourself. Rake your hands on your lower belly, on your pelvis. You can touch anywhere but your cock.”

“Like this?” He showed you.

“Yes, but slower.”

By now you were leaning with your back against the pillows, your legs wide for him, to look, to sniff, anything but touch. 

He obeyed. “Tell me.”

“Keep going. I want to see your cock come to life.”

“I love it when you use that word.” His smile was already more subdued, his stare dreamy and light.

“I like using it. I like how raw it feels. It matches the way you fuck me.”

“About fucking you, wet your right pointer and middle finger.” You complied eagerly, strings of saliva connecting your tongue and digits. “Now use them to spread your labia.”

You reached for your sex, slowly, without a care in the world. You showed him your wetness, the pink of your tender skin. 

“Keep teasing your outer labia. Don’t touch your clit.” He said. 

“You can grab the base. Squeeze it.” You told him in return. He complied with a small groan. “That’s it. Keep squeezing. Slowly. Feel it pulse.”

Taehyung’s eyes were closing, but he fought the need just to look at you. “One finger in. Only one.” He urged you. 

You licked your lips and felt the thick sense of wetness hosted in your cunt. “I’m so wet.”

“Can I taste?” He questioned. You offered him your finger. “Delicious, as always. We should keep eating fruit.”

“Maybe it truly is the ananas.” You commented, cupping your breast with your spare hand. He hadn't asked you to but he wouldn’t hold you back. Not tonight.

“Long live the ananas.” He muttered. You laughed. 

Sex with Taehyung was made like this. Sharing. Laughing. And him wrecking you like you were his very personal fucktoy. Not to your distaste, you might add. Being treated like a diva from the Sixties, worshipped like a goddess. It was like being one of those actresses from old time erotica. Turned into muse, lover, girlfriend, sidekick, saint, sinner… He could morph you into anything, mould you into his perfect match, every single time. Wearing masks, costumes, accessories, being half a deity and half a whore. He was your director, liberating you of all the boundaries of society, carrying you across those moral borders that were so heavy on you. Sex with Taehyung was metaphysical.

“Did it work on you too?” You asked curiously. 

“You tell me.” He squeezed his shaft and offered you a drop of his precum. 

You licked it clean. “Mh mh.” You moaned enthusiastically. 

“Ananas at noon every friday, so we get dirty on the weekend,” he considered, “Strawberries on saturday and watermelon on sunday so I can pop that cherry and smack that peach.”

You laughed genuinely at that, your heart melting at the adoring look in his eyes. He was in a good mood today. You were grateful. “Curl your hand in a fist. Use it like my cunt,” you suggested him. 

He nodded. “Like this?”

“Yeah. Like that.” You were still massaging your slit with one finger, now fully covered in your juices. “Don’t get carried away, I’m waiting for you.”

He looked at you confusedly, then, as if waking from a trance: “Two fingers, still no clit.” 

You licked your lips provokingly, then looked at his face from under your lashes. “This way?” Spreading your fingers once inside, showing him that you were getting stretched and ready for his girth. 

“You know how to do it, my love.” Your eyes were glued to the motion of his hands, his shaft penetrating one as he reached the base with the other. That was his favourite way of touching himself. It was the first thing you had learnt about him in bed, roughly two months after your first date. You were making out and you started palming him through his jeans, wanting to see how he looked when possessed by bliss. And he had taught you. A few days after that, he had asked you to lay in bed and touch yourself for him, show him how you worked, what you liked. 

So when he started using his large left hand on his shaft and his more precise right palm on the tip, circling around it, using the digit of his middle finger to tease his slit and frenulum, you knew he was read to go for the killing blow, arousing you visually with how his body moved this close to orgasming, and giving you the final command. 

“Touch your clit, two fingers in circular motions.” You started. 

“Faster.” He ordered you. You accelerated. 

“Faster.” Again. “Spread your knees wider, let me see.” He spurred. “That pretty cunt needs to be seen. It’s too pretty to remain hidden.” He slowed down with his right hand. “Sway those hips like I was fucking you, princess.”

“Tae, so close.”

“Use your kegels. I need to see you clench.” That was your final undoing. You started rubbing furiously against your hand, thighs falling wide apart, much to Taehyung’s enjoyment. 

Your eyes were still close, stars falling against your eyelids, burning white lines in that black sky, when you felt Taehyung’s weight on you. “Let me cum inside.”

You nodded, letting him wrap one arm under your waist, the other under your neck. That was all you needed to know he would fuck you rough, violent, a matter of minutes and he would reach his high and take you with him. 

Hips snapping furiously, his arms holding you still and impaling you on his cock, he whispered: “Touch yourself”. Your second orgasm hit you hard as he finally got his first, groaning loudly without a care of who could hear, mouth needy and wet at your neck, and then at your own mouth, kissing you forcefully. 

He was still completely paralysed a few minutes later, abandoned on your clothed breast as you absentmindedly caressed his hair. His gravelly voice rose suddenly. “I love many, many things of you, but you above them all.”

Jungkook

The smacking coming from the shower is what really gave you off. 

The lewd sound made Jungkook go from confused, to curious to jealous and angry. Could it be…?

How could you? Why do this to him? Hurting him this much? Couldn’t you just tell him you wanted to break up?

As he reached the master bedroom, he noticed that the only clothes abandoned around were yours. And even though the sound of the smacking from the bathroom suggested other, he could hear only your moans. The door was ajar, the sound of the water echoing in the room. 

“Googie.” Were you calling his name? Really? 

He delicately pushed the door, enough to catch your reflection in the mirror. Yes, you were alone, but fear was still constricting his gut. He needed you to comfort him. 

A little timidly, he showed his presence on the threshold and called your name. 

His view was clear now, and he could finally figure out the whole puzzle. Your backside was pressed against the wall, one of your hands resting between your thighs, your fingers hidden among your folds, something of a bright hot pink colour just barely showing there.

“You’re home early.”

“Yeah.” His gaze still fixed between your legs, eyelids blinking frequently and quickly, his mouth twisted in surprise and puzzlement. 

“Do you need the shower?”

“What are you doing?” He asked, head cocked to the side.

Was he playing coy? “Can’t you tell?” You moved your hand suggestively, letting the pink silicone slip out of you. Jungkook’s eyes went wide. “Want me to show you?” You were still chasing your first high, your nerve endings going haywire with stimulation. 

“Need me there?”

“Depends. What do you want to do?”

“Let me just watch from up close. Then we’ll see...” He was already taking off his clothes. He really just needed you close. Something to comfort him after the scare he gave himself thinking you were in here with someone else.

“Come, then.” The moment he dropped his boxers you zeroed in on his half hard length, how his hand went immediately there as he kept his eyes on you, his timid side completely overpowered by his lust for you. You loved the effect you have on him. He joined you in the shower, not sure about what to do. 

“Tell me what to do,” you asked him.

“Act like I wasn’t here,” he requested. “What would you do if I weren’t here?”

You smirked, fingers naturally coming to your clit, your left hand fumbling a little to reinsert the dildo inside you. When the head went past your entrance you let out a heavy moan. 

His eyes went wide, his own sex quivering a little, now reaching its full length and touching against his belly button. 

“I’m already so close.” You whispered, eyes half closed. 

“How long have you been like this.”

“Maybe ten minutes, don’t really know.” You shut your eyes as the silicone stimulated an especially tender spot. 

“You look glorious.” He said. You smiled, another moan parting from your lips. “Keep going. You’re close.” Your fingers now circling furiously on your clit, you heard the loud smacking of your ass against the tiles pick up again. 

When you saw him start stroking himself, one hand pressing himself from above, one from below, his fingers laced so to apply pressure along all the shaft, you felt something snap inside you. Your eyes were hungry for him, the sight of him crumbling. He groaned as you reached for your breast, fingers tweaking the nipple. 

He felt so close himself. It wasn’t surprising at all, considering it had been a while since you last had sex - period and all of that - so the moment he saw your body grow looser and messier, a high pitched whine escaping your lips as your fingers lest their rhythm, he knew he was done. Your orgasm triggered his, face scrunched in pleasure, one hand desperately going for the wall behind you to prop himself up. “Baby, yes.” He cried when your hands touched his back, snaking behind him. You felt his cum on your belly, slowly being washed away by the water. 

“I need you so bad,” you whispered in his ear. 

“Stay still.” He said, caressing your hair back as he abandoned his spot on your shoulder. One hand stroking from your neck, to your breast to your belly as he kneeled. The moment he realised that his semen was on you, and now trapped on his fingers, he looked at it questioningly, then he looked up at you, bambi eyes blown wide and begging as he put his stained finger on your lips. You opened your mouth for him and licked it clean. 

“Such a good girl. Will you let me taste you now?” 

You nodded eagerly. “Please.” That’s all it took for him to place his mouth on you, your knee bent and thrown over his shoulder. His hand kept massaging your breast, comforting the heaviness you felt there. His other arm enveloped around your waist, fingers searching for the toy attached to the wall, pressing around its suction cup to free it. You didn’t hear it pop and when you felt the tip pressing once more against you, you opened your eyes. 

Jungkook, tongue pressed and rolling against your clit, eyes closed as if he were fully tasting you, enjoying every drop of you. He substituted his mouth with his thumb. “Do you want me to keep going?” He asked.

You nodded. 

“Use your words.”

“Keep going.”

He immediately pushed the toy in, letting it settle while your moans echoed in the shower. Eyes fixed on you, he let his mouth lean against your pubis once more, tongue darting out to meet your essence. His free hand dipped down to grab his dick, teasing it with small motions. 

“Googie, it feels so good.”

You knew it wouldn’t take you long. Especially considered that your second orgasm was always so easy, usually a few minutes away from your first. He loved eating you out on your second because you were always so pliant and relaxed, while you first was always more complicated and always risked turning in a bilaterally stressful experience.

Touching himself one handed was slightly uncomfortable, but considering that he had you on his tongue and he could take advantage of the gorgeous vision of your chest inflating and deflating with you heavy breathing made quite the trick, his sex throbbing with need, his neck and face pressing you against the wall, so that you couldn’t escape his ministration, your writhing only causing you to roll from his mouth to the dildo without any chance of reprieve. 

Suddenly grabbing his hair you felt your second high hit you, your standing leg shaking so bad you thought you would fall. Jungkook completely lost touch with reality as you started riding his face, your calf on his back only drawing him closer, trapping him. He felt his own release approach as your high diminished, letting go of the base of the toy only to use both his hands on himself. 

When your vision finally focused again you were met with the sight of his head rolled back, his jaw clenched and the beautiful length of his cock slightly inflating, veins showing, as he finally came in his hand. You felt him groan against your stomach after his torso leaned forward, looking for your support. 

When he opened his eyes, slowly, he grinned at you soft and wild, kissing your belly button and carefully removing the dildo from inside you.

“We should do this more often.”

You chuckled. You hoped you would. 

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

Corporeal Damnation

Suicide . . . One of the Most Horrible thing’s seen in the Usa aka death it Self ! 

and Some How a Crime ! 

. . . 

You See, Earth the World Not the Planet aka Gaia ! Is Not a very Nice Planet ! 

Fully of, Very Not Nice People ! 

and Law’s but the trillion’s of even the Most Petty of thing’s . . . 

Law’s, Rule’s and Code’s thou Most alwasy Obey 

Gaia is a Very toxic Place full of Lord’s that rule over you, and take away al of your free will and Happiness ! 

Thay take Away all that you are ! 

And Enslave you with a Job ! 

you are not a Person you are a Cog . .  and there is Nothing to Live for in this world Any way .... WHAT !? fiction ! ..... What ! . . .? Hentia aka Anima Porn of Any kind ! 

Life is Made so Thou Can express them self’s ... BEEEEEE THEM SELF’S ! 

With no Limit’s ! 

but the Earth is anti Life ! 

In every Way ! 

It is a Horrible Place ! a Place where Soul’s that are Born here are Tormented as if thay where in Hell ! and Oddly Enough a Soul that Want’s to Leave aka Suicide ... is a Crime ? 

it’s a Crime to Leave the world you must stay and suffer till you die of Old age and if some one try’s to get you out of the world aka Murder thay’ll be Punished ! 

Gaia . . . Is the Far Most Horrible Place this Place is Hell ! . . . 

Gaia’s, Flesh has Become, Cursed and Dammed ! 

This is No Place for the Soul ! 

but a Punshiment Just to be Born Here ! 

You Live is Alwasy Watch and the Evil Eye’d Reptile’s are Alwasy Plotting how to Hurt you More ! .... How to enslave you More ! .... and How to destroy you’re Soul just a Little Bit More .... Scar’s that will Last for Endless Age’s .... Wound ... That May Never Heal ! 

And If a Soul 👻 Want’s to Leave the Almost Eternal Torture .... Thay will be Punished for Aiding you ! 

In Cracking the Shell and Leaving thsi Hell ! 

Earth, is a Extremely Horrible Place . . . 

All it is ... is Abuse, torment, Mockery, Torture, Poison, Every one and thing is toxic ! 

Harshness, Impossable Challenge’s, Trauma . . . Limitation, After Limitation ! 

Endless Stupid Alien’s aka the Human’s aka the Reader’s of thsi Post ! 

Endless Bullshit, Endless Lie’s ! 

Endless W8ing ! 

I MEAN THE EARTH IS NOTHING GOOD ! ! ! 

WTF !!? IS THE POINT ! SAYING ON THSI FUCKING CRUSED ! ROCK ! ?? 

Now, i Can’t Go in till After 2023 OOOOOONNNN DEc 27 

it is a forced Contact i HAFT ! to Obey ! Against my Will no Matter what if i try to ... end My self ... it Won’t work thay 👽👽👽 Have full Control over my Entire Brain ! 

and i Get to Use a Little of it to Kinda express My Self .... for a Very Short Wile !

. . . 

NOW ! Back to the Point !  

. . . 

What is the Point Living on thsi Utterly Awful Planet with all of this Shitty, Horrible, Stupid mother fucking People ! 

WHAT !? 

also ! everything is a mother fucking taboo ! 

People are Still Very Christian and So Everything of Nature is a Sin and or is Shamed Very Heavily ! 

WTF ! ???

IS THE POINT ! ... GAIA ! IA WORST THEN MOTHER FUCKING SATAN ! ... IF THAT IS EVEN IT’S REAL NAME ! 

SHE IS WORSE THEN Actual HELL !!!  and or Tartarus ! 

Earth is Pointless Suffrage ! 

And i Just Can’t Understand WHY !? in the fuck People Cling on to Life So Hard ! 

. . . 

Maybe Becuz there Human Among other Human’s and thay can Be them self ... Kinda ..... Any way ! 

This Post is More around, being a Hybrid Here .... or aka A Insectoid ( aka a fairy ) in Human Skin 

I CAN’T ! Find the Word’s to define the Level of Raw, Pure and utter Hard Core Suffrage i Go threw n i Kno it don’t Me SHIT to any one nor am i trying to Persuade you that way i’m just Tell’n aka Say’n ... EARTH IS A MOTHER FUCKING BITCH ! 

And Weather thay 👽 Lose or Win i Just Want this Shit to be Over all Ready ! 

2 Year’s is a Long way n Yet Such a Short Mother Fucking Way ! 

And if you didn’t Get the Message ... FUCK ! EARTH !!!! ( The Planet not the Element ) 

[joshslater]

Unrivaled pt. 6

Continuation of part 5.

At first Trevor had thought the behavior modulation sessions had been nothing but relaxing. Mostly it was just him sitting in a chair with a headset on, repeating out loud whatever was being said. The words and sentences were often part of a theme, sometimes everyday phrases like "Please, be quiet" or "I'd like to order", and sometimes pretty vulgar stuff like "Do you kiss your mothers cunt with that mouth?" and "I'll shit in your mouth if you don’t shut it!". It would just repeat the same phrase until he got the intonation right, so he discovered it was easiest to just think as little as possible and repeat the sounds he heard. Less frequently he got to sit in front of a monitor and just watch movies, typically of people in gyms, beaches and other places with groups of people. Only once more had he got back into the pilot helmet, and there he blacked out again like the first time.

He had loved the relaxed feeling after any of the sessions. How he was chill with everyone and everything. It wasn't until two weeks in that he realized he called everyone "bro" or "dude". First he was surprised by it. Kind of like when you first see the arrow in the FedEx logo and wonder why you have never seen it before. After that it is impossible to unsee.

Once he started to pay attention he realized that his speech pattern were deteriorating. It was grammatically incoherent, laced with swear words and punctuated with "bro". He could speak correctly, with effort, but it was like talking a different language. He had to work to find the correct words and putting them in order. But now that he had started to notice, instead of improving he just winced on the inside immediately after he’d spoken.

Once he had realized the changes in speech, he started to look for other changes. He realized was pulling and adjusting his clothes more than he used to, perhaps. He was definitely scratching himself more than before. The frustrating thing was that he couldn't be sure if these were changes or if he had always done them. Even worse, he knew that he was blind to many changes. He had only discovered these because he looked for them. Every time he caught himself with his hand up his shirt or down his shorts, he wondered what small things had he not caught.

But other, more alarming and more obvious changes were taking place. He had seen the trickle of hundreds of small changes accelerate to a stream over the past few months until the dam broke some weeks ago. He wasn't "gaining muscle" or "adding weight" anymore. He was exploding. Every day he could lift heavier than the day before, hold it longer, push harder. The meals couldn't come soon enough and he practically inhaled oat meal porridge, tuna, chicken, broccoli, brown rice, protein goop or whatever else he was given. He repeatedly got handed clothes in new sizes. He realized that even if he still could dance, no one would cast him for any role based on his looks.

His biggest source of despair however started on Monday. Mr. Thompson held his usual weekly performance review and dropped the bomb that Trevor had failed to keep his cardio values above punishment threshold, despite a warning the previous week. He presented again a chart showing how Trevor’s times on cardio had been slipping across the board. Trevor knew it was happening, but couldn't fathom why. Since the warning he had pushed himself harder than ever before, but the numbers Mr. Thompson showed him spoke the truth. It was like he could only run shorter and shorter distances before exhausting himself, despite getting larger and stronger.

- We clearly must set an example, so you don't get any ideas of slacking off. At the same time we want to be reasonable, so we'll adjust the limits post procedure.

- What procedure?

Trevor was taken to one of the procedure rooms, where he was told to strip and lie on the table. Having done so, a doctor Trevor had never seen before applied some cold, transparent gel to his dick and balls with gloved hands. He could feel his junk shrivel by the cold, but also a weird sensation of numbness. After a minute the doctor plunged a syringe with milk white contents into one of his balls and injected its content there. Trevor had braced for the pain, but to his surprise didn't feel a thing. The doctor did the same on the other ball. He then picked up a device that looked like a small, black flash light with a slightly bent chrome tube at the end. He carefully inserted it into Trevor’s dick, made a few checks that it was positioned correctly and then pressed a button on the device. It made a hissing sound, not unlike when you open a well shaken soda bottle. And that was it. The doctor removed the device and Trevor was told to resume his schedule.

Once the numbing started to wear off during the day he got more and more conscious of how tender and swollen his dick and balls were. He had to take much more care as he performed his exercises, and all forms of cardio was a torture. Running was the worst. The tenderness slowly went away over a few days, but the dick and balls remained as swollen. If anything they grew a bit more and firmed up. His balls were like chicken eggs and his flaccid penis was easily as large as his erections used to be.

It didn't hurt anymore though, but it really bothered him that he had to readjust his balls every time he sat down or changed stance. The change really hit him when he went to his first behavior modulation session after the procedure and sat down in front of the monitor. Unlike all of the various benches and gym equipment he jumped between daily, this was a normal, common office chair. And he simply couldn't sit like normal in it. His thighs squeezed his balls, almost painfully so, and the arm rests were in the way to spread his legs. He scooted forward in the seat, slouched and let his legs spread as far as needed. He almost blushed thinking how vulgar he looked.

He made an effort to sit properly by pulling his junk up and out, shuffled in the seat, back straight up, legs straight down, and let go of his dick and balls. It was really uncomfortable, and to his great disappointment looked perhaps even more lewd with the large mass protruding straight up from his groin. Dejected he shuffled back into the relaxed position and started the video session.

[kazuchikaokada]

can i hear your favorite okada matches? and if there's one or two that are Super Special to you could i hear why? your love for okada is so precious i love reading your tweets and posts on here abt him!!!

oh dam i forgot bout this lolololol my fave 2 matches of kazu r the ones vs marufuji @ king of pro wrestling 2016 n vs shibata @ sakura genesis 2017 bc i think both matches take kazu to his limits n showcase his stamina n his ability to take punishment the best since both were very physical n aggressive matches

[theputterer]

yeeesss i found the nonsense playlist on spotify! Also, could you gush some more about the theme of angels? and the beowulf references? (no cut-off hands in this au, or monsters sneaking up on sleepers, or very sexy passing of mead cups [that's all I remember from Beowulf]?)

first off: I ALSO FOUND THE NONSENSE PLAYLIST ON SPOTIFY. OMG. I think it must be the one created by @gloriouswhisperstyphoon . :D

so the BEOWULF stuff is gonna have to wait until later; my notes for that are buried somewhere in my room, and I don’t remember enough from memory. And also because this post is stupidly long, and all about angels.

but thank you for this ask. I am so excited.

“Did you ever notice how in the Bible, whenever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood. Would you ever really want to see an angel?” 

Cassian is written to share qualities with angels, and to even be an angel, with the cause/Rebellion acting as the god whose wishes and beliefs he embodies, spreads, and fights for in GRAY AREAS/the Nonsense.

Note: my knowledge of angels is limited to interpretations in Christianity and Judaism.

Blasphemy like whoa.

Jorge Luis Borges, in ”A History of Angels“, lists attributes of angels as Rothe came up with them. Angels can work wonders, but not miracles. [Cassian can steal the plans, but not destroy the Death Star; that takes a more powerful divine intervention, a la the Force]. Angels cannot raise the dead. Angels lie in a zone halfway between God [“good”] and Man [“bad”]: gray. They are immutable; Cassian believes he is set in his ways, set in stone.

Both of Cassian’s parents have angel-related names. Serafima is a Russian name that is a derivative of seraphim, a class of angel. The word itself is Hebrew in origin, and means “fiery ones.” The main point of this name is to show Serafima is not from Fest; a name like “fiery one” would not be common on an ice planet. There is also this quote by Alexander Pope that I always thought fit Serafima: “As the rapt seraph, that adores and burns…” I think it touches on Serafima’s devotion to her children, all the while dealing with her mental illness.

The Book of Enoch describes the seraphim as “flying elements of the sun”; this is in keeping with Sernpidal, a planet known for its huge, ever-present sun. It also says the seraphim (then called the Ikisat) are under the rule of Gabriel.

Gabriel is a Hebrew name meaning “God is my strength”; in Abrahamic religions, he’s an archangel, and God’s messenger. he is perhaps best known as the angel who tells Mary that Jesus is on his way. When Gabriel appears before Mary (and Zacharias, earlier) he has to tell them “Fear not”, because he appears so strange and terrifying. I always thought of Gabriel as a leader; what with the archangel status, and important tasks, which is why it made sense that Cassian’s father have his name. He’s a leader, charismatic but terrifying, and he sets up the events that begin the story. Gabriel the archangel would also command other angels: namely, perhaps, Nerezza and Cassian.

Nerezza and Cassian are both whole-heartedly devoted not only to their father, but his cause. Nerezza rallies soldiers around her. Nerezza is a name meaning “darkness”; yet Nerezza is described as an inferno. She is as fiery as the seraphim are described; interesting, because Nerezza bears a striking resemblance to Serafima. Her fire is just more obvious.

Nerezza and Cassian, who spent their free time on Fest messing around in the snow, making shapes like these:

When Cassian finds Nerezza’s dead body, he notes that the blood from the bullet that killed her has gathered around her head like a halo. Killed for her cause, as a soldier for this thing she was so zealously devoted to.

Cassian comes to be written as a fallen angel, but maybe not in the most damned of senses, but in the idea that he’s a rebel; that’s basically what a fallen angel is. 2 Peter 2:4 notes that angels are kept in “gloomy darkness” until the judgment. Cassian is never written as “light”, which marks him as different from angels; maybe it’s that so-called sinning he gets up to all the time.

Cassian displays an uncommon devotion to the cause. Multiple times, he is asked why he does the work he does; he never gives a real answer. It’s always a “I must” thing, or a “I know nothing else” thing. He’s almost programmed to be a soldier. He’ll always do whatever the cause asks of him, simply because he’s asked to do the work; he does it even if he disagrees. He doesn’t remember a life before the cause. Arguably, he was born to be a rebel in the Rebellion. Angels are creatures designed to carry out orders and missions. He fits in with this. Cassian is so devoted to the cause (religiously, I would say) that to leave the cause is to unhinge everything he knows about himself. He’s tied inextricably to it. He has no idea what he is without it. And what is an angel without a cause, or a mission? What is an angel when the war is over?

[Donald Barthelme, in “On Angels”: The death of God left the angels in a strange position. They were overtaken suddenly by a fundamental question. One can imagine the moment. How did they look at the instant the question invaded them, flooding the angelic consciousness, taking hold with terrifying force? The question was, “what are angels?” New to questioning, unaccustomed to terror, unskilled in aloneness, the angels (we assume) fell into despair.]

Angels can be symbolized by bird wings, and Cassian is connected to a bird in AMOR FATI: rara avis, or “rare bird”, or “an extraordinary thing.” I’d call an angel an extraordinary thing. Jyn is someone who regularly thinks of Cassian as this unusual, extraordinary thing; there is something about him that is very unique. Maybe otherworldly.

The Hebrew Bible has this “Destroying Angel”, which is sent out to kill the enemies of the Israelites. They are also called “Messengers of death”, which is a thing Cassian does a lot in the Nonsense. I think most obviously on Darkknell when he appears to Garm Bel Iblis at the same time as Bel Iblis’ family is killed, a thing Cassian is on Darkknell to participate in. Bel Iblis’ whole world falls apart; Cassian is there to usher him into the next stage. Do not be afraid.

Cassian is, of course, a soldier and messenger, and a messenger of death, his whole life. As a child on Fest, he carries messages around Fulcra for the Rebellion; it’s the word of his cause, word of his religion, in a sense. As a teenager on Coruscant, he smuggles information out of Imperial Intelligence. As an adult, he carries intelligence across the galaxy. He dies having carried the ultimate message: the message of the Death Star, and how to destroy it.

This is also his judgment, when he feels like he’s done enough, and can be redeemed. But there’s a long period before that, and I think it’s a kind of purgatory, and I think it starts after the Iego Incident, where Cassian does literally die. The [literal] Angel there tells him he has more to do; he can’t move on yet. He isn’t ready to. Purgatory is the immediate state after death where those destined for heaven have to first “undergo purification” and have some of their offenses forgiven. Purgatory is then a kind of gray middle; which is Cassian. Upon leaving purgatory, angels then escort the soul to heaven; perhaps on Jacob’s Ladder. This also means angels can be in purgatory.

Hebrews 13:2 goes: “Forget not to show love unto strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” This is what happens with Alkmene on Corulag, pre: Ring of Kafrene and ROGUE ONE. Alkmene goes out of her way to heal Cassian; she could easily be exposed, could be imprisoned by the Empire. etc. But she helps him. She also tells him, before he goes, thank you, in a most emphatic way. The implication is she knows exactly what he is going to do (steal the plans); but I think it could also be that she knows exactly what he is, too.

Jeseej, who Cassian compares to Alkmene, who is also psychic, but in a more aggressive, crueler way, finds Cassian very interesting. He first asks “Who are you?” and then “What do I call you?” Like there is something almost not quite human about him, that his species/race is a little unclear. Jeseej is almost desperate to read Cassian’s future; he calls him mysterious, notes he is very hard to read, calls Cassian a “gray, monolithic thing”, which is a pretty weird thing to call a 16-year-old. but, you know, angels have been written as being huge and impossible to accurately describe, and “gray” in the Nonsense is written as a way to convey uncertainty about something’s place/morality. Jeseej also notes that something is “binding” Cassian, preventing him from doing what he wants to do; which is also what Cassian knows he SHOULD be doing. Cassian is aware that the things he is doing are horrible, and perhaps are things he should be questioning. But he doesn’t question them. It is not his place. He’s a simple soldier among thousands.

This is also something that happens on Iego. The Angel seems surprised about Cassian; the first thing it says is Why? and reaches out to touch Cassian. It’s surprised that he is both bad and good, and knows his name. It ultimately decides Cassian is gray and notes that this is not only a thing Cassian is, but something he will live and be killed in. Cassian is perplexing to this Angel; which is a little strange, because you’d think Angels would understand humans.

Going back to the purgatory thing: the near-death experience that follows this scene has Cassian in a very gray place (“Fest”) speaking with his brother, who notes that Cassian has not gotten over murdering him. Yet Zeferino insists he does forgive Cassian; it is this crime that can be forgiven in purgatory, yet some of the others cannot.

[Also: if that gray “Fest” is not really Fest; if Zeferino is the only Andor to linger, and speak directly to Cassian; then perhaps Zeferino really was there. And perhaps Zeferino, unlike the other Andors, has not yet been cleared to leave purgatory for the next level.]

I think if Cassian is written to mirror any particular angel, it’s Sariel (or Suriel, Seriel, Sourial; you get the idea). Sariel appears in the Book of Enoch; he is a fallen angel, a Watcher, one of the seven holy angels “of eternity and trembling.” [Cassian trembles a whole lot in the Nonsense.] Sariel teaches men about the course of the moon, or the Lunar Calendar. In the “War Scroll” of the Dead Sea Scrolls, Sariel is listed as a name soldiers would write on their shields (as is Gabriel). I tend to think of this as a legacy thing, a way to remember, and to call upon something for strength. Maybe like pilots naming their squadron after a group before them, a group they admire, a group they might want to create a legacy for.

In “Ladder of Jacob”, it is noted that Sariel is the angel dispatched to tell Jacob what his vision of his ladder means. Sariel is someone who’s very aware/familiar with the ladder, and also, an overall meaning and goal.

Jacob’s Ladder, in the Bible, is the connection between heaven and Earth. It’s said that angels can be seen going up the ladder. Cassian climbs a type of ladder right before he dies. He climbs this, uh, ladder believing it is the very last thing he is ever going to do, and he’s right. The Nonsense also goes out of its way to describe how Cassian has been climbing his entire life. He’s been preparing for it. He knows he is supposed to climb somewhere.

[The Bath Abbey in Somerset, England.]

LOOK FAMILIAR?

^Cassian and the tower.

[Look at those rungs; now compare to the Bath Abbey.]

so in GRAY AREAS, he climbs the ladder. he delivers his final message.

he dies surrounded by light.

thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[englishchinesetranslations]

There are lots of ways to kill off a civilization. Wars, politics, economic collapse. But what are the actual mechanics? It might be a useful thing to know whether or not we are killing ourselves off.

Ancient Rome is a good place to start. They had an advanced civilization. They had running water, sewers, flush toilets, concrete, roads, bridges, dams, an international highway system, mechanical reapers, water-powered mills, public baths, soap, banking, commerce, free trade, a legal code, a court system, science, literature, and a republican system of government. And a strong army to enforce stability and peace (Pax Romana). It wasn’t perfect, but they were on their way to modernity.

One of my favorite quotes is from Marcus Tullius Cicero, statesman, orator and writer (106-43 BCE):

Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.

If that isn’t a mark of a civilized society I don’t know what is.

But Rome collapsed. I often wonder what would have happened if it hadn’t. Could we have avoided a thousand years of the Dark Ages. Could we have been flying airplanes and driving cars in the year 1000?

What the hell happened to Rome?

Dictators. After 500 years, the famous Roman Republic ended with the dictator Julius Caesar taking power. Four hundred years later his progeny and usurpers ran the Empire into the ground and Rome fell to invading barbarians.

The standard explanation for Rome’s decline and fall is that they devolved into dictatorships (true, but not the cause of their fall). Or they became decadent and corrupt (true, but not the cause of their fall). They fell to barbarian invasions (true, but not the cause of their fall).

Rome fell because the dictators ruined the Roman economy and the institutions that had made it prosperous. Rome was falling apart before the barbarian invasions.

How did the Caesars do that? They were profligate spenders. As emperors with absolute power usually do, they thought big: infrastructure (roads, temples, palaces), a huge bureaucracy, and, as the key to maintaining their power they had a very large, loyal, and well paid army. As a consequence, massive government spending far outstripped revenue. They had what today we call a deficit problem.

They did two disastrous things to solve their deficit.

First, they kept raising taxes which became punitive. Not caring much about the consequences to the merchants, small farmers, and peasants, they came up with new ways to squeeze money out of their citizens. Onerous taxes led to tax evasion. The government’s response was to double down and implement laws that restricted economic freedoms in order to raise even more taxes. Heavy taxes forced property owners, small and large, off the land. Large feudal estates run by political cronies arose in their place. Laws were enacted that forced peasants into virtual serfdom. Business owners and their children were prevented from changing jobs or towns. And, taxes had to be paid either in gold or in kind or they would lose everything. Gold became scarce. Gold money was only lawfully available to the government, army, and bureaucrats.

Second, they debased the currency which led to inflation. It was the equivalent of printing money to pay for things. The resulting bouts of high inflation destroyed much of commerce and agriculture. Like most dictators they thought they could stop rising prices by implementing price controls, but that just led to gold and goods disappearing from the economy. Black markets grew despite threats of capital punishment. Unemployment and homelessness rose. Their large welfare system kept running short of money. Commercial, legal, and moral institutions were falling apart. Corruption was endemic. The resulting booms and busts and depressions were destroying the economy.

By the time the Goth and Visigoth invaders came along, Rome was so weakened that they could not hold back the waves of invasions. At the end, Roman citizens saw the government as the enemy and the invading barbarians as their saviors. Rome fell in 410 CE. What emerged was what we now know as the Middle Ages — it lasted for a thousand years. You know what that was like. They didn’t call it the Dark Ages for nothing.

Much of Rome’s economic history is quite familiar in modern times. Even after thousands of years of evidence of repeated failure, bad ideas simply don’t die. Proponents of bad ideas are either ignorant of history or just ignorant. Or they are politicians (as Mark Twin said, “But I repeat myself.”).

One bad idea with ancient precedents is Modern Monetary Theory (MMT). MMT is the New Thing among Progressives in America. Politicians like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC) and Bernie are quite excited about MMT. They think they have discovered the Holy Grail of economics.

Progressives believe that government can and should cause economic growth and prosperity. They believe government can do this by various controls, regulations, spending programs, and monetary manipulation. They believe proper government spending will stimulate demand, generate consumer spending, kick-start production, and, voila! we have full employment and prosperity. Along the way we can solve various social problems.

The idea of MMT takes this one step further. They believe that the government can spend/buy whatever it wants and print pieces of greenish paper to pay for it. Government doesn’t need to tax us or borrow money to do this — it can print whatever money it needs to pay for it. Deficits don’t matter because by printing money to pay for stuff they instantly solve the deficit problem. MMTers claim, with no shortage of arrogance, that they, Oz-like, can fine-tune the mechanics of how the economy is to be run and generate prosperity, prevent inflation, end inequality, and save the planet.

In other words, everything will be perfect; “just trust us” to run things. It sounds too good to be true.

AOC and Bernie Sanders and their supporters heartily embrace MMT. They want to break free of old-fashioned concepts such as fiscal integrity, balanced budgets, and monetary stability because they want no limits on their utopian schemes.

MMT is a crackpot idea. It is the monetary equivalent of the Perpetual Motion Machine — it ignores the laws of economics. It’s like asking third graders to invent money. (“I’m gonna print me a bunch of money and buy me a Ferrari an’ a jet an’ all the coolest video games an’ …”). Proponents confuse pieces of greenish paper with wealth and, as history has repeatedly proven, you can’t print your way to wealth and prosperity.

There is nothing “modern” about Modern Monetary Theory. It has been tried many times over the centuries and it has never worked. In every case where governments have printed money to pay for things, the result has been cycles of boom and bust, inflation (and hyperinflation), economic stagnation, and social disorder. MMTers simply don’t understand what money is or the mechanics of the business cycle or the concept of malinvestment and the destruction of capital.

Why is it not possible that we could go the way of Rome? Franklin D. Roosevelt’s New Deal resulted in 25 years of economic stagnation. Only post-FDR deregulation, more economic freedoms, capital investment, and fiscal and monetary sanity led to economic growth.

AOC’s Green New Deal plus MMT would be worse than the old New Deal in that it places no limit on government’s ability to spend which means government can command economic resources and control the direction of the economy. History has shown that governments aren’t very good at that. Absolute power in the hands of the few is a bad idea.

How much destruction could MMT and utopian Progressive schemes like AOC’s utopian Green New Deal inflict on our civilization? It is hard to tell, but I hope we don’t have to look back some day and say the end started now.