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sanjoongie · 1 year

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Toy

✥Pairing: Nct's Mark Lee x Reader (f)

✥Genre: first love trope, rags to riches, small town au

✥Word Count: 2,173

✥Warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, penetrative sex without a barrier, fem dom, male sub, oral (f recieving), hair pulling, refer to mark as a dildo/toy, degradation kink, mark is a simp for the read straight up, m and f orgasm

✥Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot

✥Summary: Mark's back in town and he's convinced that his new LA vibes and incredible job are exactly what it'll take to shove into your small town face that you missed out on him, and perhaps seduce you in the process

✥Dedication: @flowerboykun you are quite literally the reason I wrote this. thank you for helping inspire me to write. @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii my unholy trinity beta reading team, thank youuu

Mark walked into your coffee shop with a swagger in his step that you had never seen him with when you used to know him. Gone was the ambitious boy with stars in his eyes and here was a man who knew his worth. It was late, you were just about to close shop for the night when the bell on your door had announced his arrival.

His smile was friendly enough, as he leaned on the counter, and animatedly told you about his life since high school. He went to a prestigious tech school, moved to L.A to work in Silicon Valley, where all the major tech companies lived, and now he was a C.P.O apparently. He folded his arms with a satisfied look on his face, waiting for you to wilt in the way he had progressed and you had not.

"That's really amazing, Mark," You said with such a genuine awe that he felt his vengeance dwindle immediately. "I'm so glad you managed to do what you dreamt of. That's all I ever wanted for you."

Mark scratched the back of his head, laughing and hoping to hide his shock at how kind you still were. "Yeah I really did, didn't I?"

A playful smile pulled at your lips. "I still remember when I used to babysit you and you were grumbling about making better games than what was on my Playstation."

Mark frowned. Did you still see him like that little kid? He raised an eyebrow at you. "Well I've gotten laid since then so I think that's a bit behind me now."

You laughed at his deadpan. "I'm sure you did, Mark."You shook your head and moved to another counter to clean up before closing.

"Don't believe me? I could show you."

You stopped cleaning and turned around slowly. "Why would you show me?"

"I'm not that kid you babysat anymore," Mark raised his chin stubbornly. "In fact, I'm a better lay than majority of these guys left in this stupid town."

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him. "Do you think it's that easy to get between my legs, Mark? Brag about how good you are in bed and then I, what, sit on this counter and open my legs for you?"

That caught Mark off-guard. You were supposed to be melting for him. He expected you to be quaking with his freshly bleached hair and west coast vibes. That's what he was used to, of course. He forgot your stubborn nature and your pride. "I--no--but!"

"Oh no," You said in a sarcastic voice, "by all means. Let me help you play out your fantasy, Mark."

You removed your apron and climbed onto the counter. You sat back with your legs apart, palms flat on the counter to support you. "You're so fucking hot now," You cooed at him mockingly, "What I wouldn't give to have your head between my thighs right now."

Mark visibly swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Hey, there's no need--"

"Isn't that what you want to hear?" You interrupt him harshly. "Just some small-town girl in awe that you would fuck her?" Your tone turned sugary sweet again, "I can't believe I'm gonna get fucked by the Mark Lee," You giggled.

Mark frowned. "Stop it."

You tilted your head. "That wasn't what you were looking for?"

It had been but now seeing it play out in front of him, Mark wasn't too sure. "Nah. It wasn't."

You sighed heavily through your nose. "Come here, you idiot."

Mark approached you cautiously but you seemed only mildly annoyed at him. He walked closer and you grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him between your legs. "You look good, Mark. You really do."

"Yeah?" Mark continued to look up at you from under his eye lashes and then looked away.

You released his jacket and ran your hands through his hair. "Yeah! I like this. It suits you."

Mark made eye contact with you, biting on his lip. Fuck, after all these years, he was still a simp for you. "Maybe--"

You accidentally pulled his hair, finding a knot and Mark let out a whine that was nothing short of lustful and needy. You both froze, unsure of how to move past the moment.

"Mark?" You said his name hesitantly.

"Yeah?" He responded, cursing how much higher pitch his voice was right now.

"Do you want me to tug your hair while you eat me out?"

Mark choked on his spit and coughed. "Yes? Please?" He couldn't deny you anything. If he could be useful--if he could he used by you--he would be happy.

You motioned with your chin. "What are you waiting for then? Take off my pants."

Mark looked over his shoulder. "But you didn't--"

You grabbed his head and turned it back your way. "Mark? Are you going to be a good little toy and lick my pussy or not?"

Mark almost lunged for your lips. You sat back and avoided them with a teasing smile. "Then you better get to work."

With your ass on the edge of the counter you had only just wiped down before this, Mark was in between your thighs, moaning with enthusiasm. Your lower lips were wet and so sweet, he felt like he was feasting. The loud smacking coming from in between your legs was lewd at best but you couldn't find any fucks to give. Mark was actually stimulating your lower half so fucking well that you found yourself running your hand through his hair and grinding into his tongue and nose.

"Mmm fuck," He mumbled into your pussy, half crazy with lust and half empty brain, pussy drunk on you.

"You like eating pussy that much, Toy?" You cooed mockingly down at Mark. "Or is it my pussy you're in love with? You want me to ride your face all day, hmm? Want me to grind down on your nose and get off? You gonna fuck my pussy with your tongue too, Mark? I bet your face is a mess right now. Show me." You degraded Mark as he licked your cunt and he couldn't have a more painful boner than he did right now.

Mark let you tug his face away from your pussy, enjoying the sweet pain on his scalp. His face was covered in your wetness and his eyes were rolling in the back of his head. His tongue came to lazily lick his lips. "Please. I wanna hear your noises. I won't even touch myself. Just let me get you off."

You chuckled in amusement. "You really wanna be a good toy for me, Mark?"

His eyes opened and they were hooded but directly glued to yours. "Please."

"Then be a good little dildo and fuck me."

A pin could drop, it was so quiet and then abruptly Mark was raising himself to his feet, heavy boots making a lot of noise as he did that. He tugged on his snakeskin belt quickly, undoing the buckle with one hand and pulling down his zipper with the other. "I'll be a good dildo for you, I promise. I'll fuck you deep and hard and you won't have to do anything but let me fuck you."

You hooked your legs behind Mark and guided him to your heat with your heels digging into his ass. You smirked, the smile threatening to spill into a grin. "Gonna fuck me good, little toy? Did you learn well out west? Gonna show me what you can do?"

Mark rutted against your wet folds, a whine building up in the back of his throat. His cock, thick and veiny, rubbed you the right way. "I'll be a good little toy for you."

You reached down and grabbed Mark by his shaft. He let out a garbled moan and bucked into your hand until your fingers brushed his pelvis. You stroked back upwards, to just the base of his head and guided him to your hole. He sunk into you as you pushed firmly on the small of his back with your heels. You tipped your head backwards and arched your back at the feeling of being full.

"Fuck that's good," You sighed.

Mark licked his lips, watching you carefully. Not that he minded holding his position. The picture you were making for him was good enough to capture for his spank bank later. He wanted to lean over and suck love bites all over your neck and collarbone and the swell of your breasts. He wanted to rip open your button up shirt, have your breasts spill from the cups of your bra and curl his tongue around your nipples. But he watched and waited for your cue. He was your toy, after all, and would only do as you commanded.

"Slow, measured strokes, toy," You ordered, head still tipped back.

Mark brought his hand to the small of your back to brace you and then began to thrust into you with a slant to his hips in order to rub that spongy part inside of you. When you let out a low moan and snapped your head upwards, he knew he was doing it right.

"Just like that, shit," You groaned and then braced your feet back on the counter, spreading your legs wider for him.

Mark rolled his body, sucking in his lower lip, eyes focused on the way his dick moved in and out of you. He's whining again, biting down now, because you feel so fucking good around him that he might just nut before you're done, and he'd rather not fail you when he's got the chance to be here.

As if you knew Mark was struggling, you prompted him. "Come on, Toy, fuck me harder, hmm? I wanna come before someone sees us."

Mark had almost forgot that he was fucking you in public. The coffee shop was closed and it was late at night but anyone could walk down mainstreet and--he moaned, his hips stuttering.

You wrapped your arms around Mark's neck, dragging him closer, so you could speak into his ear. "You want someone to see us, don't you?" Mark's sharp intake of breath let you know you hit the nail on the head. "You like people watching you fuck or you want them to know that you fucked me?"

Embarrassment flared up in Mark’s stomach but the lust there overrode it. “What if they see you using me like a toy?”

You chuckled quietly and then moaned when Mark once again hit that spot deep inside of you. “Better show them you’re a good toy then, lover.”

Mark’s grip on your hips got tighter as he visibly swallowed again. Your moans were like music to his ears and he was addicted to them. He wanted to come inside of you so fucking badly but more importantly, he wanted to see what your face looked like when you came so he could capture it forever in his mind.

Your hands went from the back of Mark’s neck and racked through his hair, only to grip it tightly, making Mark hiss at the pull of his hair. Then he whined when you pulled his head back enough to suck a hickey on his neck. Were you being possessive of him?! “Fuck, I--” Mark bit down on his lower lip harshly.

“Is my toy going to come?” You cooed mockingly once again. “You gonna squirt inside of me? Gonna give me a creampie that I can play with?”

“Don’t--” Mark’s voice cracked and he cleared it, “Don’t say that.”

“Shut up, Toy,” You said with a coy smirk and then brough Mark’s lips onto yours in a messy kiss.

The two of your bodies worked in unison to chase both of your climaxes. Mark came with a low groan into your mouth, you pulling on his lower lip as he worked his cock in and out of you, coming inside of you. Your pleasure washed through your nerves, pleasantly surprised at how your toes curled and your back arched.

You continued to card through Mark’s locks, eyes scanning his face. Mark couldn’t look you in the eyes, laughing at his inability to still look his long time crush in the eyes. “You really are something else, Mark Lee.”

Mark’s eyes slowly found yours upon your statement. “Really?”

You smiled, one side of your lips pulling upwards. “Yeah. And you didn’t have to fuck me for me to admit that, by the way.”

Mark laughed in embarrassment. “Yeah, that was just another itch I had to scratch.”

“Babysitter to lover?” You quirked an eyebrow at him.

Mark groaned, throwing his head back in frustration. “I had a crush, okay?”

“It’s not a crush anymore,” You prompted.

Mark smiled, crooked and maybe a little bit confident, “Yeah.”

You ruffled Mark’s hair and pulled away. “Now help me clean your cum off of my counter, please, Mister Silicon Valley.”

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #thekpopuniverse #nct oneshot #lee mark oneshot #nct smut #lee mark smut #✥nct #topaz's work #mia🌼#yeah i know i don't write nct but #this needed to get out of my head okay

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dlibskzh · 3 months

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MIDNIGHT MEMORIES - A SEUNGMIN FANFIC

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1: 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓

MASTERLIST

CHARACTERS: non idol!Kim Seungmin x reader, Lee Know (referred to as Minho), Hyunjin, Sophie (reader’s best friend), Amelie (reader’s second friend), Derrick (reader’s ex boyfriend).

Themes for chapter: reader goes clubbing, drinking/alcohol consumption, pining (m), drunk kissing (both characters are somewhat sober), cheating (only kissing drunkenly), use of swear words, guilt, mentions of abuse, getting into an Uber with a stranger.

see pinterest board here for chapter inspo.

WC: 1515 words

a/n thank you for reading my content! Lmk any feedback. This is my first series so bare with me!

Maybe it’s the way she walked that got his attention? It was like she walked straight into his heart and stole it. Seungmin was sitting at the bar with a whiskey in hand, anticipating how the night would unfold. The bar was adjacent to the entrance, so he could spot his next chick. He came here quite often with his two friends, Minho and Hyunjin, as a sort of a stress-reliever every Friday night.

The night was only young when you and your best friend, Sophie, decided to go to the local club for a girls’ night. “Hey Am, do you wanna come to the club with us?” Sophie spoke into the phone while shaving her legs and trying not to scrape herself in the process. “Heck yeah! Maybe there’ll actually be some hot guys there this time!” Amelie replied, seemingly excited. “Don’t get your hopes up, Am” you replied, “Most of ‘em are assholes anyway.” you said while fitting yourself in your mini dress. “You never know,” Amelie retorted.

“Enough chit-chat ladies, the night is only young!” Sophie concluded as she finished freshening up. “I’ll meet you guys outside then” Amelie said before hanging up the phone. With that, you and Sophie ordered an Uber to the club so neither of you needed to be the sober-bob. You met Amelie outside and went straight up to get your ID checked. Once you and the girls were successful, you confidently strutted into the club, eager for a fun night ahead.

That’s the exact moment that you caught Seungmin’s eye. “Oi, look at those three!” Minho pointed out you, Sophie and Am. “I call the red-head!” Hyunjin giggled as he gestured to Amelie. “Alright then, Jin I’ll win over the blonde one and Seungmin can have the brunette” Minho said while reaching over to pat Seungmin on the back. All the while, he was staring at you from the other side of the room, eyes fixated on the way that you laughed, the way that you talked, and the way that that sparkly mini-dress hugged your curves in just the right ways. “Ain’t that right, Seungie” Minho shook his shoulders. To be quite honest, Seungmin wasn't paying attention to the plan that Minho and Hyunjin were cooking up. He was too busy imagining what it would be like to have your lips on his. “Oh, yeah” Seungmin quickly snapped back to reality.

Sophie was the one to spot the three boys over at the bar. “Oh my god, look at those three 10s over there” she whispered in your ear while trying to be discreet. You snapped your head to the side, only to make eye-contact with the hottest man you had ever seen. “Holy..” you muttered. Amelie tapped both you and Sophie on the shoulders, “I bet we can jag a nightie with those fellas. They’ve literally been ogling at us this entire time” she said. You looked between your best friends and decided who was gonna talk up who. “I want the blondie with the sexy lips'' Sophie asserted, “he looks like he can get me to orgasm with just his mouth.” You looked over at the tall, blonde haired boy, trying to figure out whether he’d be a match for your bestie. “Ok but seriously guys, the one with the brunette hair is literally calling my name. He’s got that swagger to him” Amelie added. Which just left you with the black-haired boy who’d been staring you down since you walked in this place. Yeah, you noticed alright.

The three of you gathered your belongings and made it over to the men. ‘Oh my god guys they’re actually coming!” Hyunjin stated, straightening up to look his best. “Hello ladies” Minho started once you’d reached them, “to what do we owe this pleasure?” Amelie moved next to the brunette. “We were hoping, you fine young men would get us drinks” she announced, leaning closer to her man. “So what’ll it be, blondie?” Hyunjin spoke up, gesturing to Sophie. “I’ll get a mango daiquiri on the rocks.” she stated. And she was off with him. That left you and the creep. Well, the cute creep at least. “Hi, I’m Seungmin” he finally managed to get out. “Hi, Seungmin, I’m Y/N”. He had never heard a name more beautiful in his life. As he shook your hand, you could see how nervous he was. He ordered you a drink and you got to talking. “You’re very pretty Y/N’ he complimented, taking a sip of his third whiskey for the night. “Thanks, I never really hear that a lot.” The truth of the matter was, you had a boyfriend. He was great at the start of your relationship but he got worse as you progressed. He always ignored you and it sometimes led to huge arguments. Which ultimately resulted in a physical fight where he laid hands on you. You wanted to get out, but you were scared.

The small talk turned into drunken laughter about nonsense. By now, it was about time you headed to the dance floor. You looked over at Seungmin and noticed that he had a cute bracelet on his hand. You had no idea of the significance, so you slipped it off his wrist and onto your own. He said, “can you give that back?” to which you replied, “never in your wildest dreams.” and with that, you dragged him onto the dance floor. You were too far gone to even register what songs the DJ was playing. All you knew was that somehow, it felt right. Seungmin couldn’t stop watching you dance next to him. He was mesmerized by the way the strobe lights seemed to radiate off your body as you twirled. He excused himself to grab some water for you both, not wanting you to feel sick and throw up on everybody around you. For a moment, it felt lonely without him there. It was like your body longed for his presence before your mind could catch up.

After what seemed like a long time, He returned with two cups of water. He handed one to you, which you took reluctantly. With every sip, you felt yourself sober up just a little. You noticed a sparkle in Seungmin’s eyes as you grew aware of his treatment towards you. Random guys you meet in the club are never usually this nice to you. They usually just want a quick fuck and that’ll be it, but with Seungmin, you felt somewhat safe. You never felt like this with your boyfriend.

It was getting to that time in the night where you’re starting to remember things a bit more clearly. The DJ turned up the music and you quickly recognised the song. You turned to Seungmin, and he gave you the prettiest smile you thought you’d ever seen. Starships by Nicki Minaj blared in the background as you and Seungmin shouted the lyrics towards each other. He was laughing just as hysterically as you, dancing at the same time. It felt like you were on cloud nine. All of a sudden, Seungmin’s look changed from an endearing one to a more lustful gaze. He pulled you towards him so that you were basically bumping noses. He reached down and swept a piece of hair behind your ear. “I don’t really care what happens after tonight and I might be a little intoxicated, but you’re truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He bit his lips. You didn’t feel the need to respond with words because your whole body agreed with his words. So you put your hands on his cheeks and kissed him deeply. You didn’t care that your boyfriend was at home. You didn’t care about the consequences of your actions at this present moment. All you wanted to do was revel in the pure safety that you felt with Seungmin.

You never felt like this with your boyfriend. And as you parted from the kiss, you could sense the pure love in Seungmin’s eyes. That’s when it hit you, that you had just cheated on Derrick. Your abusive boyfriend Derrick. Derrick who was surely going to beat you if he ever found out you kissed some guy at the club. Seungmin hadn’t let go of you yet, so he could see the worry in your eyes. “Hey Hey Hey” he started, “are you ok? What’s wrong?” He thought he’d gone too far. He thought the kiss was bad or that he misread this whole situation. “I have to get home.” You said sternly. You ran straight over to Soph, who had her tongue down Hyunjin’s throat, “Soph, Soph! I gotta get home Derrick’s gonna kill me!” You yelled over the loud music. “Babes I’m kinda busy” She mumbled. As if in a queue, Seungmin came over. “Hey, listen I’ll get us an Uber” He said meekly, getting out his phone. “Really?” you questioned. “Yeah it’s no big deal. Looks like it’s outside, let’s go.” He gestured.

Just like that, you were in the Uber. Uncomfortable silence engulfing the vehicle.

#hyunjin #seungmin #lee know #stray kids #skz x reader #midnight memories #seungmin x reader #best song ever #seungmin smut

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watching-pictures-move · 29 days

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Movie Review | Shooter (Fuqua, 2007)

The fact that the name of Mark Wahlberg’s character is Bob Lee Swagger places this firmly in his “calibrated for maximum heartland appeal” phase, so it’s a bit of a shock that its politics are as blackpilled as they are. I wish this was a bit more bozo-brained in that respect, but Wahlberg’s performance is too sanded down, with none of the exasperation that makes him fun to watch in the hands of better directors. Had this been made a decade earlier, it definitely would have starred Charlie Sheen.

I also think that Antoine Fuqua miscalculates by making this too much of a real movie instead of the paranoid fever dream for dumbasses the screenplay was clearly intended as. But at the same time this is a pretty easy, well paced watch, the kind of thing that would feel at home on TNT with a billion commercial breaks, that you could still have a good time with even if you missed the first twenty minutes. Plus he puts in lots of splattery headshots, and in one pretty fun scene does some knockoff Bayhem when he puts some patriotic music on the soundtrack as Marky Mark takes out a helicopter. Also he thankfully fills the supporting cast with great actors like Danny Glover, Ned Beatty and a slimy but underused Elias Koteas.

Anyway, I vaguely remember being hyped for this at the time after reading a three-star review in the Toronto Star, if you wanna know what was going through the mind of a teenage Torontonian cinephile at the time.

#film #movie review #shooter (2007)#antoine fuqua

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streampourvous · 8 months

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Shooter, tireur d'élite (2007)

Regarder Shooter, tireur d’élite 2007 Film complet en streaming français VF et gratuit – Shooter (2007) le film en entier Un éclaireur et tireur d'élite, Bob Lee Swagger, avait acquis de nombreuses distinctions sur divers fronts, mais une trahison implacable l'a contraint à quitter les Marines et à se retirer du monde. Il avait choisi de vivre en reclus dans un chalet isolé, perché au sommet d'une montagne presque inaccessible, dans l'espoir de laisser derrière lui ses ennuis passés. Cependant, lorsque le colonel Isaac Johnson a de nouveau fait appel à lui pour contrer un complot imminent visant le président des États-Unis, le "shooter" n'a pas pu refuser son devoir. Il était loin de se douter du piège machiavélique qui se refermerait sur lui, le transformant en accusé de tentative de meurtre. Traqué à travers tout le pays par une horde de mercenaires, Swagger a dû mobiliser toutes ses ressources pour survivre, rétablir son honneur et déjouer la conspiration la plus terrifiante qui soit. Read the full article

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ramrodd · 1 year

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How does Dante Alighieri portray himself in Purgatorio?

COMMENTARY:

I read The Divine Comedy before I went to Vietnam, so my sense of the narrative has probably changed,

For example, the firey pits never held much terror for me when I was in college and the cultural wars were going on around me and I just kept my head down and tried to make grades until I was commissioned so I could go to Vietnam and soldier.

Well, I understand “firel pits’ differently now that I have been close enough napalm to feel the air being sucked out of my lungs, very softly, around the edges, but there, big time, and felt the heat brush my cheek like a mother stroking her child’s sleeping face.

Troops who employed napalm on a regular basis talk about how the “Crispy Critters” dance, trying to get of the flame.

“The Flames, they followed Joan of Arc/As she came riding through the dark”.

That’s a line Hank Williams could have wrote. Burning at the stake was a particularly cruel if usual way o die. There is a great line in a Bob Lee Swagger novel about a RVN political officer talking about facing napalm with an officer who faced it constantly as a CO of an NVA battalion fight Bob Lee in A Shau or some other pleasure spot and the political officer says “It is terrible, but it is over in an instant;.” and the front fighter considers the ignorance of the comment and responds “Yes, but it is a long minute.”

That’s what the Total Depravity Gospel dwells on, the terrors of Hell, the firey pit” which is all Calvanism business model: Fear of Hell and Hatred as Righteousness. It’s why Hegel rejected it. Hell for Jesus lasted from the moment Judas kissed Him until just before the 7th hours of the day, He had been in Roman custody from sunrise, Maudy Thursday until just before the 7th hour, the next day, Friday. the last 8, stung up like a butterfly in a serial killer collection. The centurion in charge confessed to His divinity, although his actual initial response was “Oops1”

Jesus was acting out a unilateral covenant cutting ceremony between God and the Roman centurion with His own blood the baptism. Hell, as a reality, in the Divine Comedy sense of the word, is tres Jean Paul Satre, That’s the whole point of No Exit? We are already in Hell: death will be our only memorial on the critical path of the narrative of the Bible. Hell is Existential. But That’s what those crosses everybody likes to hang from their ears: Life is just a very long instant.

But, then there’s bagels and things could be worse.

So, if I was inclined to go back and read Dante’s self-examination again, I might flinch more at things he describes before my experience of napalm

Now, when I think about Clausewitz, napalm is at the core of the paradox. As Sherman observed, War is all brutality: there is no refining it” When he observed “War is Hell”, he had Dante in mind.

My impression of Dante as he stepped unto the boat was as a kid on a Disney World theme adventures . I cannot always capture the drama of what I am reading unless I hear someone reading it. like listening to mom reading me into lay me down to sleep and the blankie of sleep. So, in college, I about tripled my reading, I rad all my text books, cover to cover. I don’t memorize stuff, but sort of collect the pollination of the thinking available by reading. By the end of Paradiso, I checked it off as read like after reading Capital. IT was a slog, like reading Atlas Shrugged, but I persevered. With Dane, I was dealing with a translation and the poetry was evident to me entirely by the verse structure. I knew I was doing poetry, but it didn’t sing to me.

I believe that Dante wanted to portray himself as authentically penetrant . It’s a conceit of the Total Depravity Gospel than my joy at being rid of Total Depravity as an act of following all the rules. Dante wasn’t an Evangelical in the Campus Crusade for Christ sense of the word, but the TULIP is the restoration of the Total Depravity Gospel of the Roman Catholic Confession, which Martic Luther gave up when he posted his 95 Thesis. It’s the gospel of the anti-Christ. Dante’s Hell is what is going on the spiritual realm of human society, what we do to each other and what we do to ourselves, that defines Hell. It is an element of the Human Condition,

Dante’s Hell is like Revelation, a portrait of the spiritual realm occurring around him in the same way the betrayal of Jesus by corrupt theology is connected, cause and effect, to the Jewish Wars of Josephus. Josephus was a Judas to all the people who had invested their trust in him. What he did is identical to Edward Snowden, then made a career of his treachery, like Edward Snowden. But it is essential to understand Josephus and his zeit geist in the same manner as to understand Dante and Inferno as a reflection of the Existential Reality of his Zeit Geist. And=, the that manner, abstract out their universal qualities in a Aristotelian fashion.

In short, I had no sense that Dante’s Pucker Factor was engaged. He allowed himself to be passively transported by Virgil along th4e Way, although he does take satisfaction from the punishment of certain people still alive at the time it was published. But the conceit is that it is really Virgil’s idea.

I may get an audio book of Inferno just to see what it sounds like now. Dante is an entertainer, doing a certain kind of performance art not unlike Andy Warhol, doing Campbell’s Soup graphics.

There is a difference between a mother who rushes into a burning building to save her baby and a fire fighter who enters into a burning building to save the mother and the baby. The fire is the same for both of them. Since George McGovern was nominated for President, the collective political wisdom of American’s understanding of Clausewitz reflects the sentimental impulse of the mother rushing into a burning building when the US Constitution is based on an understanding of Clausewitz based on napalm.

Dante’s Inferno needs to be understood in terms of the Existential basis of Hell as the essence of the Human Condition and the Total Depravity Gospel. Hegel and Kant reject this artifact of the anti-Christ of Jerusalem and present a Phenomenology of Spirit based on irresistible Grace reflected in the relationship between the Sun and a Field of Sunflowers.

Dante is halfway through his ‘three score and ten” and having something of a midlife crises. The Hebrews were the first society to assume history was going somewhere. The critical path is defined by the narrative arc of the epistemology that begins with the Book of job and runs through Genesis 13:5 and out beyond Abraham’s horizons. It turns out, the original narrative arc of Job to Genesis ends up in the hands of the Zealots and the destruction of Jerusalem.

But the critical path of the Human Condition tunned on its axis around Genesis 15:5 in a reorientation of Christianity aligned with the social engineering of the Roman Empire, with its administrative state, the Italian Cohort as creatures of the Roman secular rule of law. The narrative thread of the Book of Job ends at the Cross, and shifts to the community structures of the synagogues acting like a dandilion gone to seed and spreading Judaism all over the world.

At 35, Dante begins the rest of his life by looking backwards at where he had come from by walking through the Inferno with Virgil, but the balance of the narrative, Dante turns toward the future and how life can also be the kingdom of Heaven, that the Resurrection of Jesus illuminates the forces of Hell for the puny powers they truly are and, like Jesus, “get thee behind me, Satan” and let’s go get a bagel and coffee and make things better in a “Love thy neighbor as thyself” ethical kind of way.

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filministic · 2 months

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Shooter (2007) dir. Antoine Fuqua

#Shooter #2000s #movie #Стрелок #Mark Wahlberg #Bob Lee Swagger #Michael Peña #Michael Pena #Nick Memphis

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filmes-online-facil · 2 years

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Assistir Filme Atirador Online fácil

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Atirador - Filmes Online Fácil

O atirador Marksman Bob Lee Swagger deixa o exército e desaparece sem deixar rastros. Ele volta para impedir o assassinato do Presidente dos Estados Unidos, mas é enganado e passa a ser perseguido como criminoso.

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falle-ness · 1 year

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I deal in lead, my friend.

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manwalksintobar · 1 year

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Tankhead // Terrance Hayes

As General Patton you will be expected to give his D-Day speech to park audiences twice a day. To fit in the costume you will have to eat nothing but haggis, a Scottish dish consisting of a mixture of the minced heart, lungs, and liver of a sheep mixed with suet, onions, oatmeal, and seasonings and boiled in the stomach of a slaughtered animal.

It may be that visitors love our General Patton best because of the huge mightily polished helmet bobbing on a head twice the size of the body. Notice the cut of his riding pants, the angle of his cavalry boots. Boys love the nickle-plated Colt and the .357 magnum our Old Blood and Guts pretends to fire at them. Fathers love the shimmer of his two dozen medals.

The general’s swagger will become second nature to you. Carrying such an enormous head, your body will seem drunk on patriotism. Which is appropriate since Patton walked funny. He walked like a man who dislikes humor aimed at himself. He was very self-conscious and believed his high-pitched voice made soldiers think of their grandmothers. Patton was not a singer because of his teeth.

“We can no more understand a Russian than a Chinese or a Japanese, and from what I have seen of them, I have no particular desire to understand them except to ascertain how much lead or iron it takes to kill them.” Patton liked to say. People of all creeds are welcomed here, of course. You would be shocked to know that our best Patton performer ever was a thin Asian girl.

Herodotus, the 5th century Greek historian who loved tales of battle, foresaw Patton’s death in a dream: the 2 ½ ton truck mashing his Cadillac outside Mannheim in 1945, the clouds’ warble, Old Blood and Guts paralyzed from the neck down and covered in rain. I have seen his big head left like a broken sarcophagus outside the break room by spineless performers.

Herodotus, noted that early sarcophagi (the plural) were carved from a special kind of rock that consumed the flesh of the corpse inside. This should give you a sense what it will mean to spend your days in the head of Patton.

His favorite animal was the armadillo. He called Robert E. Lee Jesus. He fell in love with Dwight Eisenhower between 1935 and 1940. Distrustful of civilians, Patton measured everything according to the shaft of his weapon. His word for penis was tank. His motto was “Lead me, follow me, or get the hell out of my way.”

#poetry #Terrance Hayes #American poetry #General Patton #war #poems of protest #Black American poetry #Dwight D. Eisenhower #American politics #pacifism #Herodotus #funny

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