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the-firebird69 · 24 days

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He has a short list to do and he might go to the park or something thinking about it might change it up it's kind of hurting we have other things too there are a lot of people here who are problem they're having a lot of trouble they're having a war it's getting worse and worse for them and they don't acknowledge it and they're bothering us as if we're going to help and they're not doing a damn thing so we are going to try other stuff they adamantly refuse to get him anything too and we're starting to see the problem it's these trumps so he's going to call lawyers then they say they're going to take it themselves and put it on their ships doesn't really help so yeah they can't do it we are going to start promoting a lot of his projects so they don't die off and we need people to do that who were marketing people and psyops psychor and other divisions like that. It's important we have an in our version of the CIA. We have a great need for it and KGB Mexican secret place and more we need to get these things going we have a heartache here this is terrible. Couple of other things we're going to be brief

There are several monsters here on Johnny Millard is a monster he needs to be stopped cold all day long every 5 minutes he needs to be stopped I don't want to see him today I don't want him here there's so much stuff he needs to do is not doing it I want his army and dust I want them in to dust if he doesn't pay attention we're going to take advantage we must we need people who hate him.we need them to go at it now.

-I also don't appreciate the verbiage changes they're trying to make us look bad all the time I want people to hate them and do things to them I want the point system back we need it I don't care how many points Columbia together and have them shot I'm going to go ahead and do that they said that's the way to do it

-we have a huge number of things to do I put that forwards too that last idea and it worked we have a lot of things before our son gets anything all these people are paying the ass and they need to leave Jason does a great job he can't help himself but that's what he does. It's going to work there's a series of events that are happening before June 4th it's already May 5th there's only really 4 and 1/2 Weeks until June 4th and that's not too far away and we really need to have things done there are several movies occurring and people won't expect them to be going on but they are one of them is

*daybreak, it is a serious movie and it is about zombies and it's happening in Georgia a little but this is the upper Midwest it's a horrifying film and you have to see it to believe it but it's going to be starting in certain people are in it and they're going to die

*catalyst, it is a giant film it was in the 90s before someone ran around saying it and he told Thomas O'Connor and he said we got to get these people and they found out who they are and they're these idiot clones he knows about the clone problem and everyone's having issue and tons of people say it you're not them they'll kill you they don't care and it's the max and they are figuring it out and they're going after them another issue they say this film is about disease and it's obscure the one with a virus that's the one with Dustin after he gets with Cruz and does rain Man and several other movies it takes a while but this is a horrifying movie and it shows you diseases are dangerous

-Martin Scorsese he does a lot of movies about Vietnam there are 10 Vietnam movies coming right up really fast Believe it or not tropical Express something like that is one of the first ones because it's a fake show a fake bombs and it becomes real then they become embroiled and they're fighting trying to get chips is what they're doing. And it seems like they try them a little and they seem tough they try these pseudo empire and they're much harder so that's what's going on but there are 10 movies that they try to do it in and yeah one of those full metal jacket the Rambo series begins after it's all the hardcore movies and One flew over the cuckoo's nest is in that grouping coming up soon because Mac Daddy took what our sunset seriously I can't stand you I don't know what to do I don't have anyone to talk to and you're two people he says give it to me everyday I said why there's other things happening because of it so he feels lost and he should and bja says it too this guy is not on my team. Vietnam is a very sensitive topic to our daughter and our son but she went through hell was afraid for him they started working very hard and it was real Randall text Cobb his image comes back that's not his body but John c Riley think so and he does raised in Arizona for raising Arizona and he does several other films and disappears but there are some scenes that are horrific and he is mutilated in many movies about Vietnam and having to do with it full metal jacket he gets shot 50 times in about five scenes and he's a mess when he gets out. These are hardcore movies and mixed in there is a few Good Men that comes after and after the Dustin Hoffman series but really they're talking about Hoffman in the bomb and about these guys and talking about dusting him because he has a memory and he's an idiot. That's what they're saying.. there are other things happening but this is a big series of movies and our son is a huge fan of all of them he doesn't love the movies but he is a fan because he he knows what they're saying but he knows what the director is saying and you don't want to be here. and Bruno text car was acting back then and parts are in the movie Randall taught our son and it's like an uncle. So it's like this wise ass he always challenges him but really he's bothering people on purpose and all sudden he told his dad I did it later on and you're not supposed to tell anyone they put the motor in his 500 pounds Randall text Cobb said good boy and someday he wants to drive that bike I want him to I want him to ride it that would help these guys even if he drove it in the parking lot and it was not the one that's not the Sportster that he almost bought but really he should do it and really he could go to a show for cars and he'd have a hard knock shirt on and people say where did you get that and said I got it online it says you got to look for it and they'll say okay he'll start making the shirt and he could ride his own bike people will be amazed and he says I'll probably get hers and she said shut up. And really they do it to draw her out.

-other movies and it's intense that this is heavy stuff but the 10 movies are obvious deer Hunter is one of them and that's tied into one flew of the cuckoo's nest they get their brains back and it's still kind of stupid but they're working on stuff and they get a lot of stuff going instead of this doldrum. Apocalypse now is one of them and he was thinking it it is a huge and it does something like this one or two with Charlie Sheen and they're kind of jokes and they start after tropical Express and they really suddenly get serious but you will be amazed

-other movie series begin right around the corner all of them this week and it's because of what transpires over the next couple days with the shields and they're going to foreign countries with the shield and these guys think they can take advantage of it and take the shield over and all sorts of stuff there are several other films associated with it one is

*sky high, is a superhero movie and it's trying to be jacked up and they're getting jazzed up and people are using radiation and they're becoming superheroes and their possessed a lot of them know it and can't stand it but they want to do something that works so they get some power to try and save themselves and others a lot of people think I'm going to try and save people maybe they'll help me. It's one of my son's favorite films because it's kind of a joke and because he's always called the sidekicker less and a lot of people get called psychic that want to be the main hero. And he's more like the guy who's announcing it who is Trump one of his characters and he's trying to put our son down the whole time and then they fly up to like this mountain it's not floating and they have a school there and they brought it up there it's really amazing but they start that this week to try and train it's insanity but that's what they're doing

*yeah the school is from stow Massachusetts now but it is one that he was in just went to an event. We have other movies they are pretty big one of them is like raised in Arizona but it is a little bit larger although that one is a cult following by a lot of people who new Randall text Cobb this one is as large in popularity but has a wider scope or different it's really a bigger cross section difference of people who are fans for different reasons and it becomes a weird thing because people say and I like this movie is for our group then they say this movie is for our group and you can't tell what group is for and that's why it's kind of famous and it is a very hardcore film it's not for the timid and it's an action movie come on and it is not what they were saying here which is funny it is The avengers it is an amazing film series this week with Thanos and some minor battles out in Spencer and south of westborough and northborough and they're fighting using superpowers so they open the school here somewhere not here I think it's Georgia and that's what it said he thinks and this is an amazing film series like seven movies will be 10:00 there's like 20 that are associated that have characters from that movie series that's that they sprout off and like a wolverine is one black widow is another fantastic four has characters in it that come from the other films dragon Ball z starts with The avengers and lobo and proxima midnight and there's a very big characters Voldemort Voldemort and he is from Harry Potter 2 he's a huge character and it's nawada who assists and he shows a lot of the powers that he has but also what can happen he gets beat up a bit as does lobo and the incredible hulk is in the hulk series after the avengers and he is actually our son's character and there's several of them who are in it they're different colors but they're all appear to be green. And my character Thor shows up and I get my butt kicked a little by the hulk and he gets his butt kicked completely I'm using a hammer but he has one okay. But that's how it is trying to intimidate me a lot and it doesn't work. I give him some lines and it sounds like us a little I treat him like a kid and that's what he does he spazzes out but okay now that's kind of fun cuz we are fighting inside you it's not really our bodies but he trying he's trying to win he didn't see it sometimes he's got some moves are really outrageous outrageous stuff and there's nothing moves that start up from this avengers show but it really starts with Timmy Doyle and he's not Thanos yet and you have this prequels shield and things like that TV shows and then a movie actually and iron Man and they call the other way afterwards and what they learn is a huge huge series starting this week a little bit has started and he mentioned it but it didn't show up the shows didn't show up not much and really it starts off with like he was saying like people are fooling around with costumes and he thought it was the watchmen but that's actually much later and it doesn't start off with Hit girl later although she's pivotal and and pushing thing it begins with Batman. And Batman begins it's one of the first movies about superheroes and he's intense and does the job is a real superhero and we have plenty of them and he does a very good job but there's several actors it's an intense character. And it's kind of a mirror of how intense we are is intensity and it's not Insanity it's intensity and it's for law and order and maintaining it and Superman goes a little nuts it's not art Superman there's a bizarro Superman and he acts like him he just doesn't look like him at that time later on after the show you see him appear several times and he looks like bizarro Superman and he speaks like him does BG talks that way people don't want to see it so they shut it down. There's more

*kung fu is a huge art form for martial arts it's a huge huge skill to have massive everywhere there's a whole bunch of karate movies kung fu movies ninjutsu lots of fight movies happen this week one of them is Steven seagal and it's one of our son's kind of favorite fighters even though you guys even though you got his butt kicked by Mike Tyson but who wouldn't. It's one thing to do. He likes the way he fights and he talks because it's a way to handle them they get pissed off you you beat a few up you're kind of slapping them around and they leave it alone and they don't flow in right away. If you toss them and stuff sometimes it has the same effect cuz they say you didn't do anything and it didn't Dave and Dave wouldn't stop they've had to stop afterwards been a headlock and said just cut the s*** and Dave had to fight people. He did get him back for me and him in the face. And it was a day to remember cuz he tossed him pretty good and Dave was at like 185 and 63 and could not stop and no matter what he was doing. He has some pretty good holds on her son and he broke them he's the strength and Dave said I'm in some damn trouble but he was out of shape. So back to the show. It's about fighting so people are getting into it but these fights break out in Asia and they lead into the war movies there's tons of them there's a huge one with the character Bruce Lee it's not really him and someone has his body and it's gross but he kicks some ass as Bruce Lee and Asia does that says you're in there and you're not supposed to but you're going to do the job and it pushes their people and a lot of people don't believe it's not him. And they're hearing it from here and sometimes it's not true. Turns into huge huge fights and that show is kind of first you're invited to a big fight and let's see what you got and of course they're trying to grab you and it's below and Bo long it's really Tommy f. It's even fighting his own guys and he gets his butt kicked and he escaped but it starts another couple movies serious coming up it's kumite and it's to the death and they have several of them and he wants our son to be in one and a son is still a baby and sick and he says get lost to Tommy f you're in that case you're in nutcase so it's a huge day because today all of these things start to roll a little during the week it begins and one reason is New York is infested and DC with trumpsters and people start fighting them and they get in superhero costumes cuz there's so many it's frightening and they want to take out tons of them in disguise and they're using them to discuss who they are and using gas and other things tell me if uses a lot of gas Tommy f is a lot of gas as Bane and he doesn't wear a shirt and stuff it does go in but not that much in it and it says it's not for gas. Giant giant movie start because of the martial arts movies The avengers begins because of the trial and it really kicks in when Stormy Daniels takes a stand and she is pursued. She's not Sherry no that's who she is and she has a character the Scarlet witch and you see her in avengers is a bad guy starts kicking ass on Trump's and the other guys are on the wrong side and they say you know this guy is on the wrong side and they start fighting with her on occasion and she becomes a black widow and she's thanks her son cuz they were misery it's like really really simple he's going after them to take their stuff to go after the pseudo empire and she says it it's iron Man yeah he's the key so it goes up to him and says it and says I don't know how to tell them and he starts telling them he said this is his junk his guys are gross they go into mutants and ruin them and it's going on the whole time and Mark ruffalo is actually Trump and he is not a mutant yet in a lot of the scenes and then he becomes a lizard and he does that in Star wars so yeah this week kicks it off and it's a couple subtle movies in New York

*it's not very subtle but it is subtle that it starts it off it's Wall Street and it is a huge series and it is a giant cult following there's two other Wall Street movies trading places is another one and Wolf of Wall Street they happen shortly very very brutal movies about the stock exchange and how it is it's a very cold place and dangerous people are very mean

*another movie happens up there actually tons of them in New York City cuz of trump they start going nuts trying to do stuff planet of the apes begins attack the killer spiders this already spiders offshore they're trying to get in and get Adam Spider-Man series begins but it starts with basic movies you would think it would be the mafia movies but they're in the old costumes it happens after when they discover the max again and this stuff is more progressive and current and it begins with like you've got mail and I'll have what she's having some tender type movies about New York made in Manhattan and d is in that as Camilla and there's a massive number of those just massive never along with the stock market there's a huge number of movies and there's some bank robbery movies but really it starts with the stock market and there's some trial famous trial movies and then there's a lot of cop movies cop movies begin because of Wall Street the movie a huge number of coplings they're trying to catch trumps and they start taking cops over and there's a big war and in DC too and it's against Trump and it's timely he's trying to change the outcome of the trial and Sherry gets the pseudo empire involved big time and they pull in and start to mail them there's a couple battles Thanos is pseudo empire and he kicks their ass badly and I mean it he does a real number on them and then he ends up taking all of their asses and he gets beat but he does a lot of work and he does some decent work but these are coming up in that order and it's really some sweetheart type movies the movie that comes later on is flash dance believe it or not later but really there's Harry met Sally's is what we were thinking of movies like that start up this week and Summer today you would not believe but there are so many movies I mean in New York City there's so much going on buttons and tons of them and it's due to Trump being up there and they figure out it's up there by all these movies happening and seeing them in films a bunch of goomba these goofballs just running out all the time

We're going to go on to something new shortly but right now we got to take a break and he's got to try and eat

Thor Freya

Olympus

Today is an amazing day they're trying to get them to fight and they can't try to get them to do something you can't they went down and found their presents information is getting out in the foreigners will have them fight each other too they need at this place and can't get in they're just saying okay they're there and they do nothing

Thor Freya

We're doing good and we haven't lost stuff happening we need to print Hera Zeus

I like this but we need to know other Ariana and I'm posting a list

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princessamericachavez · 2 years

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Listen. Okay. If I didn’t KNOW and love Perc’ahlia I might find myself seeing Vex and Scanlan as a ship.

Just their whole banter is great but you can also see how important Vex’s opinion is to Scanlan, so much that his Rambo mission is about “gotta prove Vex wrong” and meanwhile she’s genuinely worrying about him. The dichotomy of “I’m not dying for that gnome” immediately followed by “get me closer” is amazing. And later, Vex slapping him out of his panic and Scanlan blushing and saying it was kinda hot is hilarious.

Knowing there is no romantic feelings between them though makes the dynamic even MORE fascinating. There’s a push and pull between them and I find myself constantly thinking about how SIMILAR they are. I mean, they are both “the face” of the party. They are great planers under pressure. They will both bottle down every single emotion to keep their masks on (until they can’t). No wonder they keep butting heads.

Anyway anyway anyway. Idk where I’m going with this. It’s just fascinating to watch. And while I think it was there in the stream, and I suspect we are seeing more of their early pre-stream dynamic, it’s so cool to see how they’ve really given this dynamic focus in the show. It makes me think about how important it might have been to Sam and Laura and how easily we as a fandom might have overlooked it, either because of lack of information or because they were the two characters that never quite had entire arcs devoted to them, rather expanding their self-prompted character growth throughout the whole campaign. But it was there, and it mattered, and we now get to see it.

#anyway I am intrigued #scanlan shorthalt #vex’ahlia #tlovm spoilers #the legend of vox machina #critical role #sofia's nonsense

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renaerys · 3 years

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Has anyone said “38. That ass is highly unprofessional” for Reds yet? Because I feel like the comedy potential is enormous

38. “That ass is highly unprofessional.”

There are far too many good scenarios for this excellent prompt and idk if I picked the best one, but an effort was made. 🤡

Send me a prompt and some characters! Reminder that the challenge is to make everything SFW, so we're getting creative here.

List of prompts

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Blossom watched from across the room as Brick fist-bumped the head delegate from the China team. He’d been cagey and weirdly subdued all morning, but the moment the unmoderated caucus began, he slinked away without anyone noticing. Anyone, that is, except Blossom.

“Russia? You were saying?”

Blossom snapped the pencil she’d been holding between her fingers. Denmark leaned back and slowly pulled the cup full of fresh pencils out of her reach. “What? Oh, right. I’m proposing we form a sub-committee to begin formal negotiations.”

“No way, we don’t negotiate with terrorists,” said Canada. “Terrestrial or otherwise.”

The United States stood up and palmed his fist. “Agreed. I say we nuke ‘em before they can nuke us.”

“Oh, sure, great idea, Rambo. This is Model UN, not Independence Day.”

“Wow, super in-character of you, Switzerland. Why are you even here?”

Blossom put up her hand. “We have no idea if the aliens are terrorists. I agree that we can’t discount the possibility of hostile intent, but violence should not be our opening move.”

“Crisis update!” A staffer handed Canada a red envelope, which she read aloud to the gathered students-cum-delegates. The aliens had parked one of their space ships on the Xi’an city wall, destroying a huge chunk of it and killing some civilians, and China was using it as justification to attack with full force.

“Oh my god, I think we might actually be in Independence Day,” Canada said.

“Recess! I’m calling for a recess.” Blossom left the table as the United States, Canada, and a gaggle of European Union countries began to squabble.

She found Brick talking to Israel and Argentina. The minute he saw her coming, he excused himself from the conversation and walked the other way.

“Brick! I know you saw me.” Blossom followed him to the all-gender restrooms, where he was fixing his hair in the mirror. “What are you doing?”

“About to take a gratuitous shit. You might want to get out of here.”

She grabbed his elbow and spun him toward her. “I’m talking about your side conversations. What were you doing talking to China without me?”

“Russia’s a big country, and you looked busy doing your thing. I’m just doing mine.”

“And what, exactly, is your thing?” She peered at him. “I swear to god, if that KGB comment this morning wasn’t a joke and I find out you’ve been threatening the other delegates behind my back—”

“Relax, comrade,” he patted her shoulder, “before you pop a seam in your pencil skirt.”

Blossom could not help but check out her ass in the mirror now that he’d brought it up. Of course, he was also checking out her ass, because he was an uncouth jerk who knew exactly how to get under her skin, and now Blossom was at an impasse. If she told him off, she’d be giving him exactly what he wanted, which was to make her snap and froth. If she did nothing, he’d still win with the knowledge that he’d pissed her off and gotten the last word in to boot.

Much like with terrorists, when it came to dealing with teenage boys, negotiation was not an option; the only solution was total annihilation.

Blossom placed a hand on her hip and stuck her ass out more as she examined herself in the mirror. “You mean, this pencil skirt?”

Brick’s smile fell in defeat like so many doomed German aggressors marching into the heart of Russian winter. “Obviously.”

Perish, you fool.

“Did you see a loose thread somewhere around here?” She turned slightly and ran her finger along the side seam of her skirt in an unbridled act of hormonal militarism. “Or was it on this side?”

Brick rested his weight on the counter because he was weak and cornered and they both knew it.

“No?” She smiled. “Just your imagination, then. We better get back to the conference.”

She made it halfway to the door when Brick hauled his wounded carcass away from the sink counter and desperately fired back with: “Disgraceful tactics, honestly.”

“Me? I’m not the one committing treason and encouraging intergalactic warfare.”

“Hey, I signed up for global warming and nuclear proliferation, not this made up Men in Black bullshit. If aliens attacked we’d just blast them ourselves, no negotiation necessary, we can all go home.”

“Oh my god, so you admit you intentionally sabotaged the exercise! I knew it. You are highly unprofessional.”

“That ass is highly unprofessional!”

“Stop thinking about my ass!”

“I literally fucking cannot after that!”

Blossom fumed. “Are you saying I’m asking for it?”

“I’m saying how dare you expect me not to think about how good your ass looks in that skirt!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault, is it? Well, I’m so sorry for looking amazing in Western business professional!”

“Apology accepted!”

“Good!”

“Great!”

“Fantastic!”

“Wonderful!”

“Incredible!”

“Superb!”

“Glorious!”

“Brilliant!"

Blossom had at least fifteen more increasingly positive synonyms that she could have screamed at Brick, but Denmark popped his head in just as she was getting ready to shout stupendous at top volume.

“Um, hi. We’re taking a vote on what to do about the aliens and we need Russia’s vote, so…yeah.”

The vote was close and also meaningless, since China and several allies acted on their own against the aliens, who of course retaliated and gave the United States carte blanche to bust out the big guns. By the end of the conference, half the world’s population had been eradicated by nuclear weapons or alien technology. It was a complete and total disaster, and Blossom had no idea how she was going to explain it to her Model UN club coach when she got back to Townsville.

“Told you we should have just fought the aliens ourselves,” Brick said as they packed up their things for the flight back home.

“Please stop talking. It makes it harder for me to pretend you don’t exist.”

“Still wearing the skirt, I see.”

Blossom threw her water bottle at him, which was both very childish and very unsatisfying when he caught it. “I’m going to wear pencil skirts every day for the rest of the semester just for you.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I dare.”

“I’ll drop out.”

“No, you won’t.”

“I’ll check out your ass every day.”

“Go ahead.”

“I will.”

“Great, because I want you to.”

“Great, because I want to!”

“I’m going to look so good!”

“I completely agree!”

They stormed out of the conference center together.

“See you on Monday,” Blossom said in her best die in a trash heap voice.

“You better wear a skirt,” Brick said as if he’d just invited her to jump into an active volcano.

“I absolutely will.”

“I can’t wait.”

Blossom swallowed a scream and took off flying, knowing she’d be there all day if he didn’t get the last word in.

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“Dude, are you okay? You’ve been aggressively staring at Blossom’s ass all morning.”

Brick sucked on his straw loud enough to draw Blossom’s annoyed glance. “Fuck off, Harry.”

“Are you, like, into her?”

She turned her back to him and power posed with her hands on her hips, which was an extremely flattering angle and a high-key bitch move. “I despise her.”

Harry smiled. “Oh, cool! Cool cool cool… Hey, so I was wondering who I should ask to Homecoming—”

“No.”

“But I just thought since you don’t—”

“No.”

Harry finally fucked off.

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sharknadoslutt · 3 years

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Here for them sweet NSFW headcanons 👌

I'd bet MONEY that Hunter would get hard as a rock when his s/o gives orders or orders him around. That man is a SIMP, he might not show it in front of his brother's but this man will ✨whimper✨ if you demand something from him. He's been the leader for so long he's never really been on the other side of that commanding side of someone, and when you start giving orders, he will discover a whole new side of himself.

You are 100% right baby and you should say it. Our Rambo-wannabe Sergeant is a SWITCH but on most days, he likes to be tossed around and let his mind go... Just needs to be taken care of somedays. Being the boss-bitch he is, gets exhausting 😌

As The Marauder pushed through hyper-space you had Hunter exactly where he needed to be; handcuffed to a durasteel rod in the ships tiny refresher, stark naked and cock half-erect, with your fully clothed self in control.

"Now, Sergeant" You quietly giggled into Hunter's ear, your hot cheek flush against the tattooed side of your face as you continued, "I'm going to take care of you.. so long as you're a good boy for me."

You maintained a stern gaze with the long haired man as you dropped to your knees and became level with his girth and spoke. "Now put this leg," You clawed his thick left thigh with one hand, pressing your nails into his skin just enough to earn a groan from him, and then you gestured to the lidded toilet with your other hand, "Right here, so I have access to all of you."

You smirked as the mans cock instantly grew fully erect when he obeyed you, quickly moving his leg as you'd instructed, his balls drooping a bit more as his legs were now more spread.

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it 👀👅

#we love sub hunter yes we do #ask #anon #ask games #hunter #hunter smut #hunter x reader #the bad batch

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ohgodmyeyes · 3 years

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Movie Night

Luke x Anakin is my new favourite ship, so I’m gonna crosspost one of those, too. I’m bored.

3k words of modern!Anakin fucking his son on the couch below the cut.

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Luke liked to sit next to his dad.

"What are you watching?" he asked one evening, as he fell beside Anakin onto the well-worn old couch in the basement.

"Huh?" Relaxing downstairs after work was one of Anakin's favourite things to do. He liked to bathe, shirtless, in the gentle, blue glow of his television set. Like the sofa, the TV was old— Anakin had never bothered to upgrade to HD. Not down here, anyway.

Luke didn't mind. Again, he just liked to sit next to his dad.

"I said, what are you watching?"

"Oh. Movie."

"What movie?"

"Rambo."

"Oh, cool. I like the old ones."

"Fuck off." Anakin didn't think 'Rambo' was that old.

He'd just started drinking when his son had walked in— cans of beer, interspersed with the odd shot of dark, spiced rum. When he offered some of it to Luke, Luke didn't refuse.

Luke liked to do the things his dad did.

So, the two men drank— shot after shot, beer after beer, late into the night. 'Rambo' ended and 'Predator' started, and then 'Predator' ended, too. Luke rested his head on his dad's chest. It was strong, wide, and smooth. 'Top Gun' started to play next. Luke began to absently stroke Anakin's stomach.

By then, they were both certifiably shitfaced.

"You're pretty," said Anakin, sometime during an extended commercial break between films. It seemed to come from absolutely nowhere.

"What?" Luke turned his head to look up at his dad's face. He always seemed so serious. Right now was no exception.

"You're pretty," repeated Anakin flatly. "Like your mom." He was slurring his words a bit, but he wasn't lying. Luke was fucking gorgeous.

Luke felt himself blush. Why the hell was he blushing? "You... you think I'm—?"

"You're gonna get me in trouble one day." Anakin hadn't had a coherent thought for hours. Luke and the heat of his body were all there was. That, and the glow of the television screen.

"What are you talking about?" Luke tried to sit up a bit, but it was difficult. His dad's chest seemed almost... magnetic. He felt stuck to it.

"I'm talking about how you're even worse than your mom. She's a tease, sure... but you're a goddamn sadist." Anakin peered down at Luke. The kid looked like he belonged on a beach— naked, with the sunlight kissing his skin and glinting off his hair. How the hell had he turned out so damn blonde?

"Huh?"

"She likes to... I don't know. Flaunt herself around to get me going. Always has. You fucking torture me, though, and you don't even know you're doing it." Luke would do things like shower with the bathroom door open, and then walk around the house in nothing but a towel. Padmé and Leia were both busy, ambitious women, and that meant they were away a lot— working, socializing, attending school.

When they were away, Anakin would imagine ripping that damn towel right off and having his way with Luke.

He'd never actually tried it, though.

"I— uh, I... I'm... sorry?" stammered Luke. His face still felt hot. Now his dick was getting stiff, too. He didn't know what to say.

"Don't be sorry," said Anakin. "Just... take off your shirt." Again, Anakin was already shirtless.

"...What...?" Luke did manage to sit all the way up then. He looked his dad up and down, unable to stop his eyes from lingering. Anakin had always seemed so big to him— big and strong, and capable, too. He could fix anything, do anything, be anything.

Luke, sometimes, woke up hard and wet in the middle of the night to thoughts of his dad's body.

He'd never done anything about those thoughts, though.

...You really weren't supposed to think about your dad that way, were you?

"Take off your shirt," Anakin repeated. He shifted sloppily in his seat so as to get a better view. Luke's perfect, slight little frame and smooth, milky skin cried out to be touched.

Puberty had been very kind to Luke, Anakin thought, and he secretly loved that his son had stayed a couple of inches shorter than him. He would often sit right here in his basement and fantasize, in fact, about having Luke against the wall near the boiler— he was just small enough to lift, so it would be fun and easy to take him from the front, flush against the rough, bare cinderblock.

Luke would wrap his legs around his daddy's waist, and then Anakin would pound him until he—

"Dad?"

Anakin realized he'd become distracted.

Luke sat in front of him, newly shirtless.

"Fuck," said Anakin.

"What is it?" murmured Luke. The room was spinning, but his dad wasn't. His dad looked perfect. Too perfect. Fuck. Fuck.

"Y-you— you're as hard as a fucking rock."

Luke looked down. Anakin was right. He was only wearing a pair of soccer shorts, now. They were favourite pair— green. He was making a tent out of them with his cock. "S-so are you," he said, glancing across to the bulge in Anakin's own pants.

It was fucking huge.

"Goddamn it," Anakin said. He could feel the tip of his dick starting to drip. His heart was racing, too. This had to be a dream. He'd had dreams like this before.

"...Daddy?" asked Luke, wide-eyed and visibly tentative. He hadn't called Anakin 'daddy' in years. Why did he do it now? He didn't know.

"Tell me what you want, baby boy. Tell your daddy what you want."

"I— I want... I w-want you t-to..." Luke faltered, and faltered badly. How the hell was he supposed to say it?

"Tell me, Luke." Anakin shifted in his seat, and pulled his dick out of his pants. It stood tall and thick. Eager. Ready.

"I want you to fuck me, daddy," confessed Luke, struggling not to gape at the sheer size of his father's hard-on. He'd never seen it like this before, but now that he had, he knew he needed it.

Up to now, he'd thought dicks like his dad's only existed on the internet.

A half-shade or so darker than the skin on the rest of Anakin's body, it looked nearly as thick as a soup can, and more than long enough to choke just about anybody. It had a subtle, very alluring inward curve, and adorning its base was a pretty nest of haphazard, amber curls. Those curls lightened and grew sparse as they trailed up Anakin's stomach, stopping just short of his navel.

Luke found himself overcome with a disconcertingly urgent desire to touch his dad's cock— to lick it, suck it, and take it up his hole. He'd played with toys and played with his own fingers before, but he'd never had anything so magnificent as Anakin's hard-on up his ass.

He wondered if it was going to hurt.

Part of him hoped it would hurt.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He was too drunk, that's what it was.

...Not too drunk to fuck, though. Not too drunk for his daddy.

Luke sprang into action. He got onto his hands and knees right there on the couch, kicking off his shorts behind himself as he ravenously stuffed the length of Anakin's throbbing dick into his wet, eager mouth. Everything in the room seemed to move along with him, and when the head of it first hit the back of his throat, he thought he might throw up.

His dad leaked haplessly onto his tongue.

Luke forgot all about puking.

"Jesus Christ!" shouted Anakin. He'd be glad, later, that his wife and daughter weren't home to hear him. He took a handful of his son's lovely hair in his hand, and pushed down to the delightful sound of a muffled squeal.

This was no dream.

Tears gathered at the edges of Luke's eyes. His dad was thick in his throat, hard against his back teeth. He bit down gently, and Anakin dripped. He coughed, swallowed, and whimpered through his own painfully full mouth. He began to choke as he felt his hair being gathered up, and his head being pushed down and pulled back in turns. On the way up, he'd try to breathe and blink, and on the way down he would simply relish being consumed.

"D-does th-that taste... g-good, baby boy?" Anakin gasped, although Luke didn't answer, because he couldn't. Padmé never let him fuck her mouth like this, Anakin thought. Never let him grab her by the hair, or force her face onto his cock. She thought she was too dignified for that— too 'good'.

Luke was under no such illusions.

Anakin bucked upwards, still pushing and pulling on the back of Luke's head. That pretty little mouth of his was talented, and every time it came down on Anakin, it seemed to have something new in store for him. Luke bit, Luke tongued, Luke swallowed, and Luke sucked. Anakin let out a groan, and realized that he was beginning to lose his rhythm.

Shit. No. Not yet! With a heavy grunt and very little warning, Anakin pulled his son's mouth away from his dick. He wanted to cum, but not like this.

"Daddy," coughed Luke. "A-are you g-going to—"

Anakin interrupted by twisting Luke's hair tightly in his fist, and hoisting him up so that the two were face-to-face. "If you let me fuck you," he warned, "it's going to hurt for days." Anakin knew very well that he had a monster hard-on. He'd always liked to make his wife squeal with it. Would Luke squeal, too?

"I— ah!— I... I want it anyway!" Luke bent his head backwards, squirming and struggling against his father's grasp. His own cock twitched, because he didn't really want to get away.

"I bet you have a tight little asshole, Luke. Tell your daddy you want him to wreck your hole." He pulled Luke close, again by the hair, and went on to sink his teeth into the boy's exposed neck. He smelled and tasted just like a teenager: All pheromone-laden sweat, and cheap, obtrusive body spray.

It was fucking intoxicating.

Luke cried out, and bucked his hips into the air. "W-wreck me, daddy. Destroy me." Anakin didn't know yet that Luke had been leaving the bathroom door open on purpose. Deep down, he wanted his dad to smell his soap, and catch glimpses of his body.

He always had.

Anakin released Luke's hair, letting him fall heavily back onto to the couch. "Give me your ass," he said, stumbling to his feet as hastily as he could manage. His dick was already out, so getting up was all he had to do.

"H-here," breathed Luke, sloppily rising from where he'd been dropped, and taking the back of the sofa in his hands as he stuck his ass out toward his father. He felt hungry right now— empty— in a way he never had before. He'd stopped asking himself how or why, because the reasons didn't matter. All he knew was that he needed it. "Fuck me, daddy," he begged. "Please, please fuck me!"

Anakin had been busy squeezing a generous portion of silky, high-end lube out onto his hand. Padmé had bought it for him to use with her, but he mostly kept it down here because he liked to make jerking off a more pleasant experience for himself: Anakin was horny by nature, and he jerked off a lot... although these days, he tended to do it most often following Luke's cruel, exhibitionist showers.

There was still plenty of slick left on his hand, so just for fun, he started with his fingers. He massaged Luke's little hole, poking and prodding and rubbing circles around it with awe-filled fascination, all while Luke shouted and whined. He reached around, too, to grab Luke by the cock. He stroked its shaft and teased its head, and every time it pulsed, he squeezed it hard and tight.

"You've always been such a good boy," whispered Anakin, curling his fingers up into his son's ravenous little hole.

For what felt like a long while, all Luke could do was writhe and whine as his dad fondled and fingered him... soon, though, his thighs began to tremble, and an intense, very familiar type of desperation started to well up inside of him. His breath hitched as he begged haltingly, "P-put... put it in! Please, dad, I— I—"

"Say it again first," demanded Anakin, abruptly withdrawing his attention from Luke's cock.

Luke screamed in frustration; again, it was a good thing his sister and his mother weren't at home. He knew just what his dad meant, though, so he obeyed immediately and unquestioningly, "Wreck me, daddy!"

"F-fuck... fuck, that sounds so damn good. One more time, Lukie— one more time for your daddy!" He was letting his cock brush up against the backs of Luke's thighs. Sticky little droplets of cum leaked out of him and onto Luke's skin, and Anakin spread them all around with his tip.

"Wreck me, daddy!"

That made Anakin grin. Wordlessly— he knew he didn't have to say a thing— he thrust his waiting length right past the threshold of his little boy's ass.

Luke would always be Anakin's little boy.

"F-fuck! Fuck!"

Again, Luke had played with toys before— his dad's cock, though, was something else altogether. The stretch burned, but as Anakin eased his way in further, a unique sensation of unfettered fullness overtook Luke, displacing his pain entirely.

By the time Anakin was buried up to his sack, Luke had been overcome with an urge to touch himself. When he went to try, though, he was foiled by his father's scolding.

"Stop that," Anakin chided, the very moment he noticed Luke's hand start to move.

"But dad—"

"You'll come when I say."

Luke blinked fresh tears out of his eyes as his own cock throbbed painfully, bobbing about in the air. He didn't have time to argue with his dad, though, because Anakin had already started to thrust: He felt too desperate to take his time, unable to spare Luke even an ounce of his own desperation.

Every one of those open-door showers came back to him then— every time that towel had ever slipped, every time Luke had bent over to grab one of the bottles of sugar-free iced tea Padmé liked to set up in neat little rows along the bottom of the fridge.

Every time the water in his hair would drip onto his shoulders, sending little rivers cascading down his chest and back... every time the outline of his flaccid cock would make itself evident through the immodest strip of blue terrycloth draped around his perfect little waist...

Fuck. Fuck.

Luke felt sticky tendrils of himself begin to drip helplessly onto the couch. Something akin to a sob forced its way up from the very back of his throat, and he gripped the back of the sofa with all his strength. He didn't dare reach back down between his own legs.

Anakin, for his part, just kept on fucking. He placed one hand on Luke's waist to steady himself, but the other shot straight to the back of the boy's head, twisting its fingers up once more in that pretty, blonde mop he so admired. Luke's whining only made him move faster, and their mutual trembling only caused him to tighten his grip. He was merciless, tearing into his son with the unbridled power of years of repressed lust.

Anakin had wanted this for what felt like forever.

Luke's neck bent back at a near-impossible angle, and his cock continued to bounce tortuously beneath him as his dad intensified his rhythmic pounding. He moaned and yelped as Anakin yanked on his hair, and dug a persistent set of strong, blunt fingertips into his waist. He tried not to clench too hard around his dad's dick, but he couldn't help it.

Not that Anakin minded being squeezed.

"Dad, I can't— I— I can't t-take—!"

"Just hold on, baby boy," Anakin interrupted breathlessly, lost in the frantic movement of his own hips. "Just hold on for daddy."

Luke did hold on. He held on with all his might, waiting— waiting for a shout, waiting for a tug, waiting for the sensation of—

"Daddy!"

"Fuck! L-Luke!"

Neither of them would ever know who went off first: Luke's eyes squeezed themselves shut while every muscle in his body tensed. His breathing grew ragged, and he let out a series of obscenely loud, strangled cries as his dad's ravaging finally became too much for him bear. Dick still bouncing along with Anakin's rhythm, he erupted all over the sofa in a hot, sticky, needy mess.

At what might have been the very same moment, Anakin ground his hips sharply into Luke's ass. He cursed, growled, and relished the dire, pulsing sensation of his cock exploding deep inside his boy. It felt like the ultimate indulgence: An indulgence of every single one of the sick fantasies to which Anakin had ever closed his eyes and stroked himself. He'd needed this for years.

He pushed hard while he drained, letting the hand he'd been keeping on his son's waist snake around to finger his sexy little navel. Anakin let his fingertips dance along the edge of the near-indiscernible trail of fine, strawberry hairs leading down to Luke's slowly-softening dick. He finally did wrap his hand around it again, giving it a loving pump or two as he held himself inside of Luke for as long as he could manage.

Luke sputtered and panted, and backed into his dad's cock insistently despite the fact that his arms and legs had begun to quiver. Soon, he felt Anakin start to soften up, and eventually— begrudgingly— pull out of him.

"D-Daddy," he whined yet again, as the very head of Anakin's dick popped out of his ass, leaving him with only its seed, and a uniquely wonderful, strangely devastating emptiness.

Anakin took a moment to catch his breath and regain his composure. He looked down and saw Luke's hole, still bearing the evidence of having been stretched to its limit by his cock. It was beautiful— so beautiful that Anakin traced one last circle around the rim of it with his fingertip, and then reached back to give the fleshiest part of his son's ass a hard, unexpected slap.

With a yelp and a hop, Luke finally gave up his grip on the back of the couch, letting go in favour of sloppily turning to face his dad. He fell into a heap then, almost seeming to dissolve into the old, threadbare fabric. He was sweaty, but still naked, and growing cold. His skin was peppered with goosebumps.

Anakin stood and stared down at him, mesmerized. His cock was still out, although it was now wet and flaccid. He didn't tuck it away until he registered for himself the chill in the basement air.

Then, he sat down next to his baby boy... who immediately moved to cling to his daddy's chest, warming himself contentedly as he basked in the glow of the TV, and in the lingering delirium of their sex.

The old movies had long since finished airing— now, there were only infomercials.

Anakin and Luke were quiet. They were still drunk... although, perhaps, not feeling their drunkenness quite as acutely as they had before.

"See?" asked Anakin.

"See what?"

"I told you— you're pretty."

Just as it had done the first time, Luke's face went red... however, the new heat rising in his cheeks was accompanied, this time, by a serene little smile.

He didn't say anything... but he did snuggle in just a little bit closer to Anakin. His ass hurt, but it was a good hurt.

A hurt that made him feel loved.

Luke liked to sit next to his dad.

#star wars #fanfic #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #modern au #keeping it in the family #luke x anakin #father x son #star wars fanfiction

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greggodna · 4 years

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Thoughts on CSI 9x5 GSR??

@4-ever-young recently messaged me to talk about CSI Episode 9x5: Leave Out All the Rest and what the ending of the episode might imply about the GSR relationship. They’re looking for more info and have given me permission to post our conversation.

Here’s the question: In the final scene, between Grissom and Lady Heather, what really happens? How can you leave such a scene with a question mark. All this, for me, created a stain in the relationship between Grissom and Sara. It is possible that no author, writer, or creator himself has ever revealed something about that scene? Only on a CSI forum did I read about a response from David Rambo to an e-mail from a fan on the issue of episode 9x05, categorically replying "no, because we're discussing it, he (Grissom) is with Sara now". What do you think of that scene? Not having certainty, I lost a bit the desire to watch the show, because I see that scene as a stain in the relationship between Grissom and Sara. William Petersen has said several times that Grissom never slept with Heather. Do you know if no author, writer, or creator himself has ever revealed something about that scene?

My shortened answer: I don’t think Grissom slept with Lady Heather. As for the creators’ intensions.. I’m not sure. I’m not super deep in the GSR fandom so I don’t know where to look for those kinds of answer. But it’s possible no one wrote it with a specific answer in mind. William Petersen was a producer on the show and I’m sure he had a lot of input in the writing of scenes, especially the ones with him in them. If he says that Grissom didn’t sleep with her I think that’s a pretty good answer.

So, CSI Fandom, what do we know/think of the end of 9x5?

Here’s my extended answer under the cut (I rambled for a bit):

I will say, I am no expert on gsr by any means, though they were my original OTP of the show. (Now I really focus on shipping Nick x Greg haha…) Okay, episode 9x5: Leave Out All the Rest… I did re-watch this episode a couple of months ago. I’m going to ramble, so just stay with me. The scene at the end is really interesting to me. I like that Lady Heather tries to explain why Grissom is there. She thinks he comes to her/her house because it is the only place that doesn’t remind him of Sara. And that’s pretty understandable. Lady Heather and Sara are very different in some ways but are also similar in other ways. I think Grissom is drawn to her because she is so confident in who she is and what she does. She seems to understand him more than he understands himself. I think this at first unnerved him but he also kind of likes it. He’s not great at communicating so it’s easier for him to have relationships (platonic or otherwise) with those that don’t have to question his thoughts and feelings all the time. He and Sara have been in a relationship for a long time now. Years. When she left it obviously upset him but I don’t think he found a way to really process his emotions. We see them trying to maintain contact. Sara comes back for Warrick’s funeral and stays with him for a little. But clearly has been some strain on their relationship since she left. And we see that flashback again of Grissom watching that video from Sara. She explains that she’s been waiting for him to make a decision about their relationship. They’ve been stuck in limbo pretty much. And Sara finally says that by Grissom not making any move to further their relationship, he has effectively decided to end it. We get that conversation them between Lady Heather and Grissom where she is basically giving him free therapy. She sense that his relationship with Sara is over despite him not saying that. What should strike us as interesting is that Lady Heather repeats pretty much the same wording as Sara regarding Grissom not making a decision. As for us speculating about what happens when he asks Lady Heather to stay and the door closes… Well, I don’t see Grissom as someone who seeks sexual intimacy for comfort. I think if anything he seeks more intellectual intimacy. Or maybe just someone to sit next to, lie next to. Earlier in the series, in 7x21: Happy Endings, we get this conversation between Grissom and Sara: Grissom: Sex without love is pointless. It makes you sad. Sara: Well, I’m pretty sure I don’t make you sad. Grissom: No. You make me happy. So, I really don’t see Grissom sleeping with Lady Heather. I don’t think he loves her, or don’t think that he loves her in that way. He cares for her, sure, but I just do not think he slept with her. Of course, this is open to interpretation and I’m sure other fans have a lot to say about it!

#4-ever-young #gsr #grissom x sara #sara x grissom #gil grissom #sara sidle #william petersen #jorja fox #csi crime scene investigation #csi las vegas #csi #csi 9x5 #csi 9x05 #leave out all the rest

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himbo-buckley · 4 years

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Intimacy, Sex and Buddie (better known as I have a lot of feelings about this show, some of which are related to the before mentioned topics)

I should preface this by saying this meta was supposed to be a lot shorter and only talk about how both Buck and Eddie use sex to distract their respective partners from whatever topic they actually wanted to talk about but since I decided to rewatch the show to make sure I don’t miss any such scenes, it has exploded a bit and taken on more topics

I should also preface this by saying that the whole of the 118 has some obvious intimacy / commitment issues except Bobby (which is sort of surprising) but *John Mulaney voice* we don’t have time to unpack all of that!

On another note I cuss a little in this Meta because my parents let me listen to TicTacToe as a small child and after that it never stuck that cussing is wrong so, uhm, parental supervision is advised or something?

This Meta will so far have three parts, one for each season and is organised by episode so you could technically follow along

Without further ado I present: Intimacy, Sex and the Buddie of it all, Season 1: (Better known as “Not a Sex Addict”)

Episode 1.01:

Buck, we meet first in the pilot and one of the first things we learn about him? That boy fucks! Like literally his second scene is him having sex in the firetruck, which in the episode is presented to us as his way of dealing with the stress of firefighting (it cuts from Bobby’s confession scene saying some firefighters are sex addicts to Buck racing the Brunette). Then later in this episode, between saving a baby, getting in a fight with Athena and not knowing who Rambo is, he fucks the snake horder and get’s himself fired for his trouble. He also tells Bobby he is a sex addict here.

Now you could easily read both those scenes as proving Buck’s statement or you can read it as him justifying his actions, which I think is what Bobby did, or you can fall in love with the cocky bastard and think there is more to it, which is obviously what I did. And also what I think this show wants you to do? Because in the same scene Buck gives the first of his many heartbreaking speeches about having nothing else besides being a firefighter and how that is the best part of him (or whatever, I’m combining the speeches, I didn’t rewatch that scene because it gives me too much second hand embaressment)

And let’s look at this statement and what we know about Buck by fast forwarding a bit, okay? Because we know virtually nothing about who Buck was prior to the Pilot. We know he spent a summer in South America as a bartender, we know he tried out for the Seals about a year ago and we know he’s been a firefighter for 3 months (meaning the first season is his probationary time the same way Season 2 is Eddie’s), so depending on how long firefighter training takes he probably has lived in LA for less than a year, meaning he probably hasn’t made too many meaningful connections yet and the 118 are really the closest thing to family he has there (a fact that if you fast forward again is sort of proven in canon if - if we take every word as being word of god - by Maddie saying „If our parents call“ in 2.01, implying Buck is probably not close to them) (he also tells Maddie „It was getting pretty lonely here“ in 2.01, so you know, point proven?)

Now I don’t think Buck is a sex addict after all. Yes, he is using sex to unwind (and good for him, at least he isn’t drinking or taking drugs, Bobby), but he is also using it to substitute actual intimacy, because that boy is fucking lonely.

Just look at the scene with the brunette, alright? After the act he asks her: „So can I have your actual number?“ and she says no, and he does this whole macho spiel about „the golden times“ or whatever, but come on, we know this is bull, right? Look at how earnest he looks when he asks! (and here I have to applaud 911 again, because the show only has one young conventionally attractive character at this point and instead of his character just being badass ladies man, but he is held accountable for his actions and the show went out of its way to point out how problematic his behaviour was, so kudos! I love you!)

Episode 1.02:

In this episode Buck loses two people and is understandably distraught. And Bobby comes to him in the locker room, to, as Buck thinks, express his disappointment, which is what Buck thinks he deserves, except Bobby is in full Dad-mode and just wants Buck to talk about it. Which Buck does almost imediately leading to us learning about the Seals and that our Buck has so many emotions and knows it and likes it (again, shoutout to the writers for having their young attractive Macho-dude cry in episode two! Ya’ll the real ones).

Now Bobby clearly didn’t see this coming and is like „Uhm, how about we talk to a professional about all that, I have my own shit, kiddo“ and then we get our first therapist scenes and look, while I do see where people are coming from, I do not consider this rape. I do however think it was a badly thought through scene and also an abuse of power and Autumn Reeser should not be allowed to work as a therapist again. The way this scene is shot and cut however makes it seem like Buck came onto her and did not regret what happened, so you know as the german saying goes: where there is no complaint there is no judge. (which does not mean I condone what happened, but, tbh, this is one of those scene where I feel the writers just did not think the implications through. Someone with a twitter go ask Tim Minear about it)

Anyways, let’s talk about everything before the sex because I think this is what’s relevant:

The scene begins with the therapist asking Buck if he is uncomfortable, he seems that way (and kudos to Oliver Stark for the way he acts this scene because we can truly feel everything Buck feels) and Buck saying his „I’m not really into feelings. I mean yeah feeling them, just not talking about them.“ after which the therapist throws some things at Buck to see what sticks (which is something therapists sometimes do in early sessions, just try to gauge a reaction, see where the no no - zones are, especially with people like Buck who are quote „not scared“. Like, he is so walled up already.)

And now comes the part that I’ll give you word for word, because this is what matters in this scene, okay?

T: „You lost somebody, that’s hard“

B: „Yeah but we lose people. At least that’s what everybody keeps telling me.“

T: „Was this your first time?“

B: „Well, I’ve had calls where it’s been to late but I’ve only been doing this not even 6 months. Now I just can’t shake the feeling that this one didn’t need to go down the way it did.“ (up until the second part Buck sits tall, then he leans forward, his voice becomes urgent, THIS is the important message)

T: “So do you think there is something you could have done differently?“

(close up to Bucks face looking distraught, ding ding, we have a winner!)

After this they cut away to Athena and when we come back Buck is crying and the therapist tries to explain why the guy might have died and then walks toward Buck and tells him how they’re actually here to talk about him and then Buck deflects, he tells her to call him Buck, they talk about facebook, scene change, they come back after Sex, Buck is all better.

(Slightly unrelated sidenote at this point we have seen Buck have sex 3 times and every single time it’s sitting on some chair with the girl on top, uhm, what’s up with that? (He’s a bottom))

But I truly think the important part is what I’ve highlighted, this is where she hit a nerve and sure, he let her finish and listened and cried, but Buck’s a multitasker, he was just waiting for his opening - which the therapist gave to him by sitting down across from him and touching him, so now Buck turns the tables on her and makes her uncomfortable - or: she struck a nerve and he deflects, so instead of the emotional vulnerability she wants from him, he gives her physical intimacy, probably aware that this way he will not have to come see her again (because isn’t that what all women do? Hi, Brunette from Episode 1).

And then the episode ends on the very relevant conversation were Abby asks him out and Buck says no because HE REALISED HE HAS SOME ISSUES WITH WOMEN AND INTIMACY!!! I love this show so much, you guys! Buck tells Abby he can’t go out with her because they’ll definitly have sex and he tells her about the therapist and Abby is all you wish and he tells her how much he likes her and how he has no one else in his life that make him feel good and it’s all cute and dorky and yes, sometimes I do find myself shipping them. A little.

Episode 1.03 has nothing of relevance as far as I recall so we ignore it.

Episode 1.04:

... also not that relevant except that little scene at the end that I thought was in Episode 5 titled: The moment I fell in love with this show! When Bobby says „help“ it gets me every time! I keep expecting him to not answer but he asks for help and I gasp. Every. Damn. Time.

Episode 1.05

... is when it get’s really interesting because this is when the Sex addict meets the women he has been emotionally intimate, which is, you know, the thing he’s sensitive about!

I really like how Buck is all in Protector-Mode and seems so competent up until when they’re in the car together and Abby starts to talk about them (him) not having wanted to meet and it hit’s him that uuups, this is the actual woman he has been talking to! A human being (and not just some voice on the phone he talks to) and an attractive one as it is (and boy do I love how dressed down Connie Brighton is most of the time? Look, she’s pretty and she’s not 25 and she looks it and that’s okay!) so again Buck deflects by making the whole exchange about Sex - you know, physical intimacy because he is scared of emotional intimacy. Which is what I have been trying to prove here.

Then they save that little girl and have the very sweet moment in the car were Buck is very vulnerable, though I think it’s mostly for Abby’s benefit? Because Buck is in protector mode and there is nothing Buck wouldn’t do to help someone else, even flay himself open. He’s just selfless like that.

And then they find Patricia and bring her home and he is very uncomfortable and then he says goodbye all sweet and Patricia tells him to be kind to Abby and Buck is already in so deep, so really someone should have taken the time to tell Abby to be kind and nice to this boy (if Buck gets another love interest I want someone to give them the shovel talk, mainly Hen or Eddie, possibly together, because this boy gives away too much of himself and it hurts me), but alas no one did, so Buck tries to protect himself by, you guessed it, talking about sex!

It really is a defense mechanism for him, which might prove that he came from a conservative background or might just not mean anything, besides that he is very comfortable with Sex and other people are not which is why he uses it to deflect. People generally don’t try to look to deep if you make them uncomfortable, which is generally Buck’s way of dealing with problems: he either pushes back and steamrolls over it or is it too loud and open about something, which keeps people from looking to deep (Season 3 is proof of that, the only person who sees through his act, I think, is Hen because she also uses false bravedo to deal with things. Eddie sees it too, but only after Buck explains it to him, because Eddie operates completely different - but that’s something I’ll talk more about later)

And then all of Bucks fears of people not liking him after seeing what’s underneath are proven right when, after spending a whole day with him, Abby tells him they shouldn’t see each other again because she too likes him and if they continue mistakes will be made (which is just her respecting Bucks wishes from 1.02 but also proves to Buck that no one can like him on a deeper level). She gives this very sweet speech about how good he makes her feel but if you look at Buck’s face it’s just sooo closed off. And then she does this very mean thing with the „do not fuck some tinder-girl“, which i find very hypocrit of her, because she basically told Buck she won’t give him more than what they currently have but also he’s not allowed to look somewhere else for it (although she is very right, Buck needs to learn to find validation in himself and not through other people, which is something he sorta did in Season 3? More on this later)

Which is why we get the phone sex scene at the end. Because at this point Buck has been emotionally intimate with this women and then he met her and he kept being emotionally intimate with him and she basically rejected him so Buck made it about physical intimacy. He rejected her back. Found a loophole. Pushed back.

And I know I’m ignoring the scene in between when he is all proud about not having sex with Abby, but yeah, he would have had if Abby let him so it doesn’t really count.

Side note: this whole Episode proves that Buck is not a sex addict - if he were we would have seen him maybe try and convince Abby or seen a scene of him struggeling with whether he should pick up another girl or something, but they didn’t. Nope, they gave up „Buck with Hen and Bobby - bonding time“.

Episode 1.06:

I dislike this one a lot because it calls the episode before a liar by having Abby go on a date with Buck, after saying they shouldn’t meet each other again. I actually checked IMDB to see if there was a christmas break between those episodes, but nope, they aired a week apart! (Also how everyone pushes Buck into doing Valentine’s day even though he doesn’t like it? Yeah, not on board.)

But you know what’s relevant af about this Episode? The scene between Bobby and Buck where Dad helps his son get ready. I truly think this scene, combined with his firing in 1.01 is what caused the shift into Buck 2.0.

Also canon yet again tells us that Buck is not in fact a sex addict but rather using sex to avoid real intimacy and then they have this bantery conversation about not being a dick by having sex on the first date and being a gentleman and I love how Peter and Oliver play off of each other here. This scene is so much fun to watch because they clearly had so much fun acting it.

We can basically jump over the rest of the episode, but I do want you to look at the scene between Bobby and Abby in the hospital for a moment because I 100% thought they were setting up a love triangle here? (Again, someone with Twitter ask Tim Minear)

Episode 1.07:

The actual time jump according to IMDB happens between those episodes (someone who watched Season 1 live please confirm) although in the story there isn’t - they just decided to air the Valentine’s episode in November and then come back in February to talk about the full moon - apparently.

Aside from that Buck is such an adorable dork in this episode which i truly think is why half this fandom is in love with him and some more scenes with Peter and Oliver that are just plain fun happen (and I love season 3 but I miss how much fun they got to have in Season 1). Also our first real bi!Buck sighting and the implication that Buck went from delivering Babys to delivering a tapeworm, only to go: I’m gonna have sex with my girlfriend now! And I honestly love him for that.

Other than that, not much to prove or disprove this meta except Buck being hesitant to go on another date and trying to explain away why he came to see Abby but her just cutting right through his bullshit.

Episode 1.08: not relevant

Episode 1.09:

Our second instance of Buck nearly dying. Buck’s „I don’t suppose you do a lot of pull ups“ kills me every time and Hen freaks out about it a little and he just loves it off. He is a true badass.

Also there is the Ballon scene which makes me mad, because Buck has every right to be upset about everything, even if none of it is Abby’s fault. I’m really up in the air about how I feel about the Bobby and Buck talk in the locker room because on the one hand side I do agree with everything Captain Dad says and I think this scene also is part of creating Buck 2.0 but on the other hand side he is kind of invalidating Buck’s feelings?

Anyways, Bobby tells him, that if Buck really likes Abby he needs to stop trying to feel like she needs saving and let her set the pace. I’m not saying it’s why Buck waited around so long for her in Season 2 but I do think Bobby basically telling him this is what a real man would do - the thing Buck wants so badly to be - plays a role. It’s too bad that while Buck is all in, Abby is not.

I’m also gonna put my clown shoes on real quick and say we get a nearly identical scene in 2.10, when Buck talks to Chimney about Eddie and Shannon. Make of that what you want.

Episode 1.10:

Buck identifies with the guy using him to cat fish girls because he understands his need for connection and intimacy. After all he did the same thing, just a different method.

Also Abby leaves.

There’s not more to say

So this is where Season 1 ends, with Buck aware that he was trying to substitute physical for emotional intimacy and trying to correct it and build a life with Abby - which did not work because Abby left.

But I just wanna mention real quick how much character development Buck has in such a short amount of time! It floors me every time. And while we all know he attributes this to Abby, it’s really just about Buck being Buck and he was already on his way to becoming this guy, simply because through his job and the firefam suddenly he got validation? I feel so proud. I really only wish Buck would finally come to this realisation himself or maybe someone would tell him this. He deserves it.

#evan buckley #buck meta #buddie meta #buck #911 meta #911 #911 fox #textpost #mine #season 1 #meta #my meta

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conundrum-esoterica · 5 years

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highlights of stranger things season 3 (SPOILERS!!)

Mileven being uh... teenagers? Hooking up? What the fuck, they were like ten years old three minutes ago

‘‘THREE INCHES AT LEAST!’’

Hop scaring the shit out of Mike

‘‘My Nana might... die?’‘

‘‘Gross...’‘/‘‘I will never fall in love...’‘ SAME WILL SAME

I don’t know if Max and Lucas are officially a couple, but I love their dynamic anyway

‘’AHOY!’‘

Oh my god Robin is my new favourite character

‘‘How many children are you friends with?’‘

Erica constantly asking for ice cream samples. (me.)

I feel like the mayor is a kind of a way to mock Trump??? And that’s a very good job.

Nancy standning up for herself! I missed her POWER.

‘‘NO GIRLS!’‘

I DUMP YOUR ASS

Mike and Lucas being disgusting and laughing and Will being like ‘’ugh heteros’’

Will’s costume, I love my son so much

‘‘It’s not my problem you don’t like girls!’‘ fUck you Mike, but also thanks for confirming that WIll is actually gay

WILL IS GAY

‘‘YEAH,, SHITHEADS!’‘ Good parenting Karen

Max and El being the ULTIMATE DUO!

‘‘Who are you going to call? The police?’‘

‘‘Magnets’‘ ‘‘Magnits!’‘ ‘‘YEA YEA MAGNITS!!!’‘

That Alexey guy lol

I kind of shipped Murray and Alexey, sue me

‘‘...the machines in the farm where we kiddnaped you...?’‘

Alexey watching Looney Tunes

‘‘NO SHIT HARRINGTON!’‘

When Billy was choking El i almost had a heart attack

Last season El closed the gate with just her mind, and the Russians need an entire laser gun thing to open it again? ugh HER POWER

El openning doors and beating the shit out of them, like the good old times

ELMAX CUTE SLEEPOVERS READING WONDERWOMAN TOGETHER... MY HEART...

‘‘What is your problem?!’‘ Is it just me, or Winona was 100% Veronica there?

SCOOPS TROOP CARRIED THE ENTIRE SEASON ON THEIR BACKS

Like really, Steve, Robin, Erica and Dustin were a FUCKING POWERFUL SQUAD, they made the season 10000 times better

‘‘Yeah like... Scott Clark...’‘

‘‘Detective Byers’‘

Robin’s knee patch

‘‘I’m sorry is there anything you want to share with the class?’‘

Long ass shots with trembling lights and dead bodies on the floor, that’s peak stranger things

‘‘Marco?’‘ ‘‘POLO!”‘

‘‘Well he did ask for cherry’‘

‘‘No cherry no deal’‘

FAT RAMBO

‘‘i WONT FORGET YOU!’‘ ‘‘MOOOOOOOOOOVE!’‘

Is none looking for their god damn kids in this town

‘‘He said he’s going to kill all of you’‘ ‘‘oh well, that’s nice’‘

Robin and Steve acting dead drunk, and Dustin and Erica acting like their parents, that’s peak comedy

‘‘How many times dad? I don’t do drugs.. Only marijuanna’‘

‘‘It’s official, I’m never having kids’‘

Dustin and Erica really had the braincell in this season.

Joyce beating the SHIT out of the mayor, for no reason. that’s my girl

The kids getting locked in a house, holding weapons, that’s peak stranger things too

the toilet scene!!!!!

Scoops Troop should addopt Will because he’s having INCREDIBLY SMALL SCREEN TIME UGH

I was like ‘’ugh more boring romance between Robin and Steeve’’ but then... ROBIN IS wlw!!!! AND THAT’S WAY WAY WAY WAY BETTER THAN ANOTHER ONE BORING ROMANCE

We have two canonically lgbt characters, st said gay rights

And also Max is lowkey in love with EL???

‘‘..HER WHOLE KNEE CAME OUT, IT WAS SIX INCHEES IT WAS INSANE’‘ ‘‘You are not helping.’‘

DUSTIN AND SUZIE HAVING AN ENTIRE MUSICAL NUMBER WHILE THE WORLD WAS ENDING,,,

The last episode leaved me traumatised.

Like really traumatised.

I’m kind of glad El lost her powers and she can be a normal girl.

Also i’m SO sad and traumatised that i almost felt happy when i saw the good old demogorgon in the end of the last episode.

I never liked Billy like NEVER but i felt sorry for him.

Hopper... Hop...........................................why.....w....h............y...

Hopper was like the spirit of stranger things, everything is going to be so different without him

Joyce is so broken, she can’t handle it and neither i can

WHY THEY MOVE OUT WHY WHY WHY I WANNA KNOW

Can you imagine how Mike felt, he spend the entire s1 looking for Will then s2 looking for El, and then he LOST THEM BOTH AGAIN

Everyone is crying and so i am

WILL AND EL ARE NOW SIBLINGS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ MY HEART UWU

El lost her powers, Hop is gone, the Byers move out, i can’t even imagine how s4 is going to be

i m....................... crying

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devintrinidad · 3 years

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I know the last CAW Main chapter was so good!

I love how 3803 got so much spotlight and was acknowledged as the MVP by so many. She really got to inspire and encourage so many cells to never give up, even 1146. I was surprised she got so much focus to the point it felt like 1146 was overshadowed by her. Not that he didn’t have any good moments. But this really felt like her arc. Which fits so well because even from the beginning where all cells kept to their own or didn’t understand anyone else. 3803 right away always knew. She wasn’t the smartest or bravest or most talented. But she was so wise and kind where it mattered and it was so good to see everyone finally see that from her.

Idk about her being dropped. Who knows. For all we know she might be retired or she’ll become a support character in White or get her own spinoff. It wouldn’t surprise me for either of the latter 2 options considering, I’m assuming, she’s a very popular character too and her relationship with 1146 is one of the main draws of CAW. We’ll see. I think it’s too early to decide whether or not she’ll be seen again. I’m going with my gut and say she will be. After all a lot was done with her character in the Main finale.

I know some fans were disappointed 3803 and 1146 didn’t become a couple or talk about knowing each other as kids. But I actually think the two had some really good development. I think the last scene between them was the most open and emotional the two ever were with each other. For once, 1146 actually told 3803 why she was special and amazing. I thought is thanks was also really different from all the others. He used to tell her good job. But here he was talking about her as a individual. This was some neat development from him that he was able to talk about his feelings about her to her so freely. We also got to see him relying on her emotionally. It was obvious before she showed back up to help Rambo cell, 1146 was getting to the point of being lost on what to do. She inspired him to keep working and he saved her life later. These two are so precious. I hope the fandom makes hundreds of fanfics on them (probably more likely when the anime dub comes as well as the official translated last chapters).

Because White is basically the sequel that will no doubt become the next big CAW title. I’m not so sad Main is over. 1146 and the others will continue on (and I’m still thinking there’s no way 3803 will be gone for long so long as 1146 is around. But that’s just a feeling I have for now. I could be wrong. Either way, Band Cell looks precious and favorite character material).

There’s so much more but the last chapter was so good and covered so much in such a short length. Thanks for the discussions too (I mean, when I have time I’ll most likely still bug you about CAW stuff. I’m still into the franchise more then ever). XP Glad you enjoyed it so much too.

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Yes! Much love to 3803 for coming all this way! If I had the time, I would definitely reread the series just so I can see the culmination of her character arc in this chapter. Still a bit salty about the fact that she was pretty much shelved while 1146 hogged the spotlight, but at least we have the animation team on our side. It really warmed my heart that she retained the attitude and determination she had during the hypothermia arc, so awesome!

I hope she’s not retired from the enter CAW universe. I love the WBC boys as much as anyone else, but the true draw from that was the interactions that I wanted to see with other cell types, specifically that pertaining to RBCs (mainly 3803). But, you’re right, it’s still too early to say.

As for the shipping aspect... Well, it’s still a manga about the body and is more edutainment than pure entertainment, you know? I always knew that there won't be some endgame romance; I was only looking forward to a culmination of their respective character arcs where they can look at each other with respect and appreciation for what they do for the body. If the manga had ended with a romance, I don’t know... It would come out of left field for me and it would seem a bit too forced? If romance were to occur, I suppose White would be appropriate (provided that their relationship is further fleshed out and there are hints of “something more”). So, I’m not at all disappointed with the way the mangaka ended the series with regards to their relationship. Good friends is a relationship that I want to see explored more in media and I’m glad that CAW delivered.

Yeah! My gosh! It looks like 1146 is finally realizing that he doesn’t have to separate professional and personal relationships. I’m glad that he can see her for the person she is other than the fact that she’s just another hard worker in the body. It’s so nice! Plus, what you said about 1146 leaning on 3803 emotionally? You can say that in return for saving her life so many times, she basically saved his by giving him the motivation to fight COVID. Like, it’s so poetic and shows how they’ve come full circle from the very first chapter.

(And yes, there will be an influx of fics with this ship considering the ending of the series/starting of White/popularity of Season 2).

Anyway, I can’t wait to get my next hit of CAW. Band Cell is definitely a character I want to know better.

Til next time! Thanks! :D

#cells at work #hataraku saibou #caw #caw anon #anon ask #devintrinidad author #devintrinidad #devin trinidad author #devin trinidad #submission

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ariainstars · 5 years

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Why I Don’t Want Ben Solo to Die

Look, I am aware that Kylo Ren is a widely unpopular character with Star Wars fans. And that seems only legitimate, after all he killed his own father.

But reading and listening to fans’ comments, I come across the same judgement all over again: he is simply hated because he’s not badass.

The moment he destroys the ship’s console in a fit of rage it was already clear to most fans: what a baby.

When he took off his helmet so we could see his vulnerable features: that is supposed to be the villain?! He’s neither ugly nor beautiful enough! He looks normal!! (How awful.)

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo after the patricide, obviously traumatized. What a sissy. He did not enjoy the terrible thing that he did. He’s in pain and sorrow because his father is dead by his own hand, which means that he did love him.

A villain who loves someone? Who doesn’t enjoy the terrible things he does? My, my, how uncool is that. What a bad example to kids watching the show.

Ben watches Rey leave with the Falcon, tears on his face. He’s more miserable than ever, kneeling on the ground, literally having hit rock bottom.

But he’s the Supreme Leader now, folks!! Wasn’t that what he wanted all along? Why isn’t he triumphant?!

Ben Solo / Kylo Ren, like Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader is a split personality. Many fans have never seen Ben behind the mask, not even in his interactions with Rey, because hey, if he was secretly a hero, he ought to be badass. And Ben is not badass, the son of Han and Leia is vulnerable and timid. So there can’t be a good guy in there somewhere, am I right?

Sorry, but I can’t help wondering how people can be so blind. It has been staring us in the face from the start that this man is not the story’s villain, that he is on a painful but ultimately successful way to redemption.

And by “redemption” I don’t mean coming back to the Light, but finally finding and sharing the balance the Force and the galaxy so desperately need. It wasn’t for nothing that he had promised his grandfather that he would finish what he started.

A guy I know claims that the wide-spread sympathy for Kylo / Ben (mostly coming for females) springs from the fact that for some unexplainable reason the role was given to Adam Driver, and that the actor’s personal charisma is leading fans to unhealthy and illogical conclusions. He never wondered why Disney gave Driver of all people this role in the first place, and that there actually might be a very good reason for that.

It’s easier to pretend that the saga is ruined, that Lucas has lost his magic touch and Disney is defiling the saga’s miserable remainders, than to sit down and try to think about it for just a minute. To listen, instead of believing to know everything by breaking down a 9-film-3-trilogies story to “it’s always black against white, ka-boom, the white ones win, the end”. Maybe, just maybe, Lucas had a good reason for telling the prequels the way he did and for selling the rights for the sequels to the Disney studios of all places.

One of the things that annoy me most is that so many fans keep calling Ben “Kylo Ren” and simply refuse to accept that actually they are speaking about Ben Solo, the son of Han and Leia and the nephew of Luke. Hence, also, the stubborn and unrelenting “it will turn out that Rey is a Skywalker / Organa / Solo / Kenobi”, even if in the first three cases these fans would actually be expecting her to kill her own cousin or half-brother.

Many of us have grown up with and loved the Star Wars original saga. I can understand that a lot fans are irritated by both prequels and sequels because used to stuff like Jaws, Rocky, Rambo, Alien etc. they of course expect a diluted and warmed-up rehash of the original story and not a development of themes and characters.

But these antis never seem to consider that Ben dying, and dying unrepentant, is the very worst service the saga could do to the original story. It has been said and shown over and over that Rey is a nobody from nowhere. Ben is, thus, indeed the last scion and heir to the heroes from the original trilogy. If he “gets by his deserts”, all that his family suffered and went through was in vain.

His father sacrificing himself - for nothing.

His uncle - ditto.

But to these fans, Kylo’s miserable death would be the only thing that could still halfway reconcile them with the allegedly disastrous, or at least very unsatisfying, sequel trilogy. If they were “real fans” like they claim, in my opinion they rather ought to pray day and night for Ben’s redemption. If they would dare to look beyond their noses, they would realize that Ben has his uncle’s learning, his father’s slyness, his grandfather’s protectiveness and his mother’s empathy and that these qualities are only waiting for the right spark to ignite inside of him and light the galaxy.

I have my own, personal reasons why I’m hoping for Ben Solo to be redeemed, and I’m going to admit that they are pretty personal.

Yes, I like Ben Solo and I like Adam Driver: not because of their pectorals and arm muscles (although they’re nice to look at 😊) but mostly because I identify with them. I want Ben to change and be happy and I hope for Adam to make a marvelous job of this role. I know he and the rest of the crew won’t be capable to convince everyone, but I do hope that they will make Ben Solo’s character, life and development understandable to as many viewers as possible.

I don’t want Ben Solo to fail and die miserably, unrepentant.

Nor do I want him to become Rey’s pet, only good enough to have kids with her so that she will finally have her own family.

I don’t want Ben Solo to die “because that whiny sissy deserves it”.

I don’t want him to die because he’s sensitive and “a real guy isn’t sensitive”.

I don’t want him to die because “he’s done so much evil and doesn’t deserve to be forgiven.”

I don’t want him to die by Rey’s hand because she’s badass so whatever she does, it’s ok.

I don’t want him to die because “he’s not good-looking so he can’t be the hero”.

I want the last scion of the Skywalker saga, the oversensitive, doubtful, patient, emphatic, funny-looking Ben Solo to prove to the world at large that you can be a hero and find your place in your own place, as a man, even if you don’t come up with any of the common prerequisites for a hero in the common sense of the word.

I want him to show the galaxy and the audience at large that it’s never too late, that you can change, grow beyond your wounds and weaknesses, find your own place among humanity and a happy ever after.

I want him to be a role and an encouragement for everyone like me who is introverted, insecure, thoughtful, sensitive and overall not badass.

For the same reason, I was happy when I saw that my theory that Rey would take a plunge into the Dark Side was founded. Rey is being mistaken by most fans as the true heroine of the saga because we see the story unfold mostly from her point of view, so we tend to identify with her and to overlook the arrogance, stubbornness and aggressiveness that were already hinting at her personal development.

I hope that Episode IX will finally make abundantly clear down to the last fan that even the most pure and intelligent and well-meaning heroine can still go down a dark path. (Louder for the people in the back: Anakin and Ben had all chance to be heroes and they were turned evil by the events around them.)

I want the Star Wars saga to end on the note “you don’t have to be badass to save the world.”

I want Love to be the triumphant end note.

I want vulnerability and empathy to be portrayed, in this action science-fiction world-wide known saga, as qualities that do not necessarily make you weak but can make you strong if you’re in the right place and employ them in the right way, instead of denying them and secretly admiring who has no qualms with going over corpses.

I know that many, many fans will never have compassion for Vader or Anakin. For some reason, if someone is frightening, they are likely to bow down before him and to think he’s right with everything he does, even killing and torturing.

Most fans hated the prequels’ depiction of Anakin Skywalker because he wasn’t a fearsome person like Vader but so desperately human.

They similarly hate Kylo Ren and wish him to end in the most horrible way because he’s conflicted and suffering instead of “enjoying” his crimes.

I know I’m being mean now: but I really hope that the expectations of these fans for “the badass wins” will explode in their faces when Episode IX comes out.

I predict that countless viewers all over the world will howl to the moon in frustration, claim that Disney ruined the franchise for good and sign petitions to start everything all over again.

But I hope that viewers who are less prejudiced will listen with their heart and find confirmation for what, in Lucas’ own words, the saga is all about: compassion and family.

And I also hope that future generations who will watch the saga on the whole, in particular boys and young men, will grow up with the message that you don’t have to be canonically handsome, formidable, violent and cruel in order to be a hero, but that loyalty and belonging to something bigger than yourself are more important; that a true hero is not someone who saves the world all by himself but who overcomes himself and creates a better place for other people and together with other people.

I don’t need to watch the lonesome hero, the cowboy riding away into the sunset. There are more than enough action films like that. Let Star Wars be a glorious exception for that cliché. I want it to give encouragement to people who, like me, are not cool and badass but for this are not useless, weak and have nothing to give to the world. If the saga ends the way I hope, I will assuredly not sign petitions for some of its chapters to be removed from canon but send George Lucas personally an enormous bouquet of flowers together with a card offering him all of my admiration and gratitude.

Do it for us, Kylo, Ben, Adam, George, please. Show the world that it’s always love that ought to win, not violence. Prove in a convincing way to whoever watches the saga that emotionality and doubts are not weaknesses but virtues, and that you can be a worthy and happy person without being cruel, vicious and creepy. I’m right here rooting for you and waving your flag.

See you in December. 😊

#bendemption #ben solo #kylo ren #save ben solo #episode IX #star wars #rey #han solo #luke skywalker #darth vader #disney #read more

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Watch "Shinedown - 45 (Official Video) [HD]" on YouTube

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The system I designed for my clan on Titan and people found voids and it kind of matches up with a design and you can ask Will and Bill AKA Preston and Joe m and they can tell you and his name is Preston Rambo and I think it was given to him by Alice. John remillard thinks he's a master of power and thinks he has the ships and thinks he has the power to go up there and hold the computer hostage to do what he wants and I think he's that he's stupid because he might not be able to get to the planetoid at this time and he never will be able to get there if those spheres are activated. According to the voids and what I was described in my designs they would fit and the light computers are some of them missing actually people can't find them

Zues Hera

I did scans but he's right the computer could be messing with the scans and probably has many computers up there the only way to tell us to go down there and to look and they could have been commandeered and they listen to all the commands and if the computer is as fast as he's saying then we could be in a lot of trouble and I did bring spheres up there and they're not responding

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We see it too either way we do understand what it is and he's told us they're up there if he hasn't then we have to go up there and stop it and if they have it the computers we have to stop it and he says there's probably no chance that his clan survived that the computers were after them and they were way too small and we do understand that and our facilities are being taken over that's the matrix now we're heading towards something that is very evil and it's been warnings about it saying the computer doesn't care about humans what sucks is the computer was around back then and 75 and could have been told what to do from the future or didn't even have to he says he got messed up and the computer could have taken over using that and it was an early version but it was wicked enough and we talked to it

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Truth or Dare? 1/3 probably

much of the details about him in this fic is from things b has said in interviews, on periscope, twitch, twitter... see if you can guess what is true vs details/things i made up. other things, like most of his friends being girls (at least as a kid and teen) i don't think he's ever stated outright but i consider so damn obvious as you learn about him eg the bullying, his best friend in 8th grade was a girl. hopefully, all the things i remember him saying he's actually said and i didn't dream it/imagine it haha. also i love this fic so fucking much if i may say so. one of my faves, to be a braggart. in this universe, he never got introduced to spence or ryan, hence no mentions of them or panic! and him going off to arizona for cosmetology

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You're watching Aladdin with Brendon, after Alice in Wonderland but before Bambi because you don't want to wind up crying yet. He's totally like Flower and Bambi. Loves flowers, flirty and doe-eyed, for starters. He's an Aladdin too, and is singing along with you as you're cuddled up on your bed with him, him absentmindedly playing with, brushing your hair. He stopped styling it a while ago, but you love having your hair played with, scalp massaged, neck too, as much as he does... Even that has arousal spreading, tickling over you.

You don't have class tomorrow, but he has a cosmetology one in the morning. He's still excited about not having someone telling him to get to bed though, and you're too relaxed, and uh... you like how you feel around him too much, how simple things, touches kind of turn you on, to suggest he get to sleep or leave your room. Besides, your roommate went home for the weekend. And these blankets and pajamas are comfy. You wind up getting into A Whole New World though: dramatic actions and singing, batting lashes at each other, giggling, pretending the bed is a magic carpet like the dorks you two are...

You offer your lap for his head to get pets in once the song ends... You love touching his hair. Watching his lashes, eyes, lips in the television light. Hearing his breathing deepening, his sighs, a couple mmms when you stroke the nape of his neck, tug his hair, scritch his scalp. You've only known him a couple months, but... whoo boy. Too bad he's gayer than the day is long. And kind of has a boyfriend from his program, George. Well, a friend with benefits.

“Truth or dare, B?” you ask when the movie ends, but neither of you move.

“'M sleepy from all those pets, y/n, so for once, I'm going with truth.”

“Were you like this as a kid? Was it musicals and wanting to do cosmetology and stuff back then too? Like not being... being... different. From how boys were supposed to be.”

He chuckles. “Pretty much. Did skateboarding for years, and some soccer, but that was pretty much the extent of the manly shit. Well, the heavy metal too. And lots of people did pot. But mostly the kind of things people thought boys shouldn't do. Most of my friends were girls. Still are. Liked making people laugh, entertaining them. Gymnastics, dance; just messing around not pro. Did sets for the drama kids in high school. I fit in with some guys, mostly chill stoner or art types, guys who weren't straight, but not many. Sometimes I had to fake it to get by with guys, if it even worked. But mostly stuff like the dress up box.”

“What'd you dress up as?”

“Different musical roles, like Maria and Cosette, Jean Valjean. I remember being about five and wrapping curtains around myself like a dress and singing Sound of Music. Cheerleader with the miniskirt and all from my older sister Kara. Uh... pirate, cowboy, or cowgirl. Elvis, Carly Simon, Gwen. Wanted to sound like her so bad. Beyonce. David Bowie in Labyrinth, without a proper wig though. And a few of the personas he had different eras too. Jareth was mixed up in a crush on him. Like I wasn't sure how much I wanted to play that role versus liked David... At twelve, with Jessica Alba, that was a lot clearer. Make up too, some wigs. Lots of my mom's clothes. I'm sure you can tell on that last one.” He still wears women's jeans now. And hoodies, shirts, a couple pairs of sneakers...

“Oh, a weird flower boy version of Rambo,” he laughs. “Like the headband, but my mom's blouse and jeans, a bouquet of flowers, heels, dad's sunglasses... Still have a picture of that one. And we have lots of home movies of stuff. Me being a lounge singer with a feather boa and gold dress... seducing my mom. Oh, shit, can't believe I just admitted that aloud. Anyway, there was firefighter, seamstress, servant, scuba diver, vet... Vampire, fairy, witch. Playing a mom or sister in plays, like sometimes one of my sisters would be the dad, I'd be the mom, or we'd be three sisters. Or they'd be the mom and dad and I'd be their baby. I remember one where I was pregnant—pillow and doll baby, haha—and Kyla was the pirate doctor helping me deliver on the ship. Or the damsel in distress being rescued by them. Or kidnapped by them. Or we had to save our mom, the queen, from a dragon or evil king.”

They were imaginative too! You're picturing them, little Brendon in these outfits, roles. So cute, and silly, and did you say cute? He must've been adorable, playful and an entertainer back then, too. He's done an open mic a few times and sings and plays at parties with friends. You've seen him do it last Saturday, nervous but eager to sing and play guitar, or keyboard. He said that music was his favourite hobby, that he loves doing it, especially for people, but you had no idea how deep it went.

“Me in my sister's gymnastic leotard, but over my shorts because she didn't want it so close to my crotch.”

The crotch part makes you think of it: if he wears... uh, panties too? The thought makes you flush and feel embarrassed. You haven't seen him in a dress or skirt either, but he used to wear those. You wonder if he still does and you just haven't seen it. You think they'd suit him for some reason. The lavender hoodie, the pink sneakers, plus a miniskirt? Denim, or black. God, you bet that he'd look even better, draw you to him more.

“Wish we had dress up stuff to play with here, B. Bet it was fun. And I bet you looked so cute.”

He gets up, but it's to turn on the lamp; the tv had gone dark. He bats his lashes. “Oh, I did.”

You both laugh as you throw a pillow at him. “Goofball. Don't ever let me tell you you still look cute, then. And that I actually would want to see you with a dress up box.”

“Truth or dare?” he asks. You'd forgotten how this started.

“Truth?” Neither is a safe bet, so you just go with what he went with to even it out.

“Would you want to see me dressed up? Like... in things here... of yours?”

Your breath catches. Are you that obvious? You nod, asking “Truth or dare?”

He grins. “Whattaya think, y/n? Dare.”

“M-maybe... uh... a skirt? On you, I mean?”

“That can be arranged.” He practically bounces over to your closet, sorts through, deciding on a long soft blue and lilac hippieish flowery one that goes to your ankles, a purple plaid one that comes to your knees but would be two to three inches shorter on him, and your denim one that's so short it would be a mini on him. You wear it with black tights or other pants it's so short. Really, he picked most of them; you only have two others. He holds them out one by one, then places them over his hips: “Which one would fit me best?”

You get flustered, because you want to see the denim one most, but worry it would be too short for him. The plaid one? It gives “naughty schoolgirl” vibes to boys and men, older pervs included, so you don't wear it much, even though it reminds you of a newly formed coven of witches stuck at a Catholic school for some reason (you blame The Craft). You wonder what'd look like on him. You bet he's worn skirt school uniforms before, and that he'd get cheesy with it, calling you Miss and asking hammily but flirtatiously about extra credit, asking you to teach him, maybe bending over... which not going to lie, you do want if it got sexily funny, but you know it couldn't mean anything.

He grins. "Warning ya, my legs are really hairy, so you might wanna go with the longest one. What can I say, I've got Jewish legs."

You snort. "Guess I've got Jewish legs too: my hair is a light brown, but there's lots of it below my knees. I stopped shaving now that it's November." You can't help wondering if he's dressed up for Hallowe'en in a girl's costume, or in drag, and what he'd look like; even some guys who are kind of sexist and homophobic do that for Hallowe'en, so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary even outside of the gay bar you and he were let into a few times, because George knew the bouncer. Both of your first one, bar or gay bar.

"Oh, I bet I've got more than you," he jokes, and slides his pant leg up a bit, doing a "banananana" strip tease music thing, shaking his leg, making you both giggle.

"Go with the shortest one, B. Bet you'd look super sexy," you reply, hammily winking.

"No peeking!" he admonishes teasingly, hiding behind your closet door, but he pops his booty out and sways it before hiding again. His jeans quickly get flung towards you to him laughing, "Hey, you ever see that British film The Full Monty?"

"It's kinda tight on my ass, but loose on my hips. What can I say? I bring the booty. But your hips are more womanly than mine, alas," he sighs dramatically. “And your thighs are damn. Um. At least it covers my underwear. Pretty much.” He peeks out, excited. "Ready? I just wanna make sure you're prepared for my hairy ass legs, oh and my stunningly gorgeous ass."

"Pshaw, I know that that booty brings all the boys to your yard, you tramp." He's really a tease at that bar. Both guys his age and kind of older, but only one creep. He always drinks for free, gets you drinks too, and you alternately keep close and watch from afar and let him do his thing with said boys. He only talks with most, often dances, but if he likes the guy, the dancing goes beyond pg territory, kissing too, and he even went home with one of them.

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The Vietnam War had a further pernicious effect: it helped make possible the paramilitary expression of racist sentiment. In the first half of the 20th century the American far right had conducted a campaign of violence against blacks and others, especially in the South. But while they could rely on the support of large sections of society for their cause, their main aim was to instil fear rather than to try to realise fantasies of extermination or separatism. The capacity for more directed violence among white power groups that became evident in the 1980s would not have been possible without their Vietnam training and access to weapons stolen from military bases. Faced with an economic recession exacerbated by the war’s vast expenditures, many veterans believed they would never find ordinary employment, which led some to gravitate toward the fringes of American society both left and right.

John Rambo, for his part, did both. In First Blood (1982), Sylvester Stallone’s character is a ‘half-German, half-Indian’ veteran, traumatised by the war, who arrives in a small town to pay his respects to a black comrade killed by exposure to Agent Orange. Mistaken for a hippie grafter, he is hounded by the local police and struggles to find work: ‘There [in Vietnam] I flew helicopters, drove tanks, had equipment worth millions. Here I can’t even work parking!’ But in Rambo: First Blood Part II (1985), Rambo turns right, fighting the Vietnam War all over again single-handed. ‘Sir,’ he asks, ‘do we get to win this time?’

‘Bring the war home’: what began as an anti-war slogan on the American left was appropriated by the extreme right as a proclamation of intent. Louis Beam – one of the major strategists of the paramilitary right and a central figure in Belew’s book – was a decorated veteran who had logged more than a thousand hours as a door-gunner on Huey choppers. Back home he promptly joined the Louisiana chapter of the KKK, beginning a career that seamlessly combined white power fanaticism with anti-communism. In 1977, Beam received a grant from the state of Texas to build a simulated Vietnamese rice paddy in swampland near Houston: here, he trained recruits as young as 13 to kill an imaginary enemy. Four years later a promising opportunity presented itself. A number of South Vietnamese refugees had been resettled on the other side of Galveston Bay, and local shrimp farmers didn’t want the competition. Beam seized on these fears and gave a speech to a crowd of 250 white farmers. Shortly afterwards a group of them set out and burned two Vietnamese boats, torched crosses on their lawns, and patrolled the bay on a ship equipped with a small cannon and a mannequin hanging from a noose. The campaign of intimidation was ended by the Southern Poverty Law Centre, which won a court order to disband Beam’s group and close his training camps.

Crucially, as Belew shows, most American paramilitary groups in the years after Vietnam considered themselves vigilantes. They were taking up the fight themselves because they believed the state was too cowardly or too paralysed to defend itself against Judeo-communist usurpers: the liberal establishment was infiltrated, or naive, or merely weak, unable to contend with a communist agenda that sought to destroy white nativist values and identity. In this conspiracy, blacks often featured as unwitting pawns, but that did not spare them from being targeted. In 1979, nine vehicles carrying Klansmen and neo-Nazis – most of them veterans – drove to the site of a march in Greensboro, North Carolina, where members of the Communist Workers’ Party were protesting against the Klan’s attempt to sabotage their organising of black textile workers. Five of the protesters were killed in a shoot-out; 12 were wounded. The trial that followed resulted in acquittals for all of the accused, including the local police informants who had guided the assailants to the march.

Then, in 1980, Ronald Reagan arrived. Here was a president who quoted Rambo, referred to the Vietnam War as ‘the noble cause’ and told veterans that they had been ‘denied permission to win’. Reagan not only made it clear that he intended to open new fronts in the Cold War, he even appeared to some on the far right to be paying tribute to their tactics. In 1981 a motley group of a dozen mercenaries in Louisiana – Klansmen, neo-Nazis, arms smugglers – were caught by the FBI hatching a hare-brained scheme to topple the government of the Caribbean island of Dominica and restore a puppet dictator through whom they would launder funds to the KKK and prepare a staging ground to conquer Grenada. The press mocked their failure as ‘the Bayou of Pigs’ (the plan to collaborate with a splinter group of local Rastafarians to take down what was already a right-wing government strained credulity). But as Belew notes, the US invaded Grenada two years later and justified its coup with language remarkably similar to that of the Dominican plotters, who, like Reagan, referred to the island as a ‘Soviet-Cuban colony’.

The paramilitary right had a tense but ultimately productive relationship with Reagan. In 1979 the anti-communist Georgia congressman Larry McDonald established the Western Goals Foundation, a privately funded version of the House Un-American Activities Committee, which had been wound up four years earlier. Like HUAC, McDonald’s database stored files on thousands of Americans deemed ‘subversives’, especially those who – it was imagined – might be agitating on behalf of communist movements in Central America. The information the foundation gathered was shared with the FBI and other state agencies, along with the recommendation that the government outsource the work of counter-insurgency to the very same private security firms that were helping to fund the foundation. The increased privatisation of US state violence under the Reagan administration fitted neatly with the president’s more general anti-statist rhetoric.

Kyle Burke provides a guide to this dark underground territory of the Cold War. Just as the civil rights movement spanned the globe, so too did the reaction against it. In some regions it was the reaction that proved more enduring. Burke devotes space to the largely neglected World Anti-Communist League, founded in Taiwan in 1966. The league was remarkable for its fusion of Eastern and Western anti-communist funding and expertise. The US branch was organised by a gay ex-socialist from Brooklyn, Marvin Liebman, who had converted to anti-communism after reading Elinor Lipper’s Gulag memoir. Having recruited the US congressman Donald Judd and the Catholic priest Daniel Lyons, Liebman travelled to Taipei and helped draft the league’s agenda; at the league’s 1974 conference William F. Buckley gave the keynote address. And then there was John Singlaub, a retired general and another of the league’s main organisers, who thought the US government had fumbled the urban counter-insurgency against the Black Panthers and other radical groups, and that lessons should be learned from the admirable ruthlessness with which Latin American and East Asian authoritarians had crushed their leftist opponents.

In its early years the league stirred with impossible ambitions, such as winning back China for the Kuomintang. By the early 1970s, however, it had narrowed its focus. League affiliates in Chile and Argentina were considered to have helped score major successes – including Pinochet’s coup and the Dirty War. But as Burke shows, the league and its offshoots’ activities gradually became too radical for most of its American members: too many of those involved, such as the Ukrainian nationalist Yaroslav Stetsko, openly flaunted their fascist pedigrees, while groups such as Tecos in Mexico, which had once been recruited by the Nazis to fight on the US-Mexico border, waged an open campaign of terror against Castro-inspired rebels that included bombings, assassinations and kidnappings, all barely countered by the Mexican security forces.

One of the league’s main purposes was to serve as a headhunting and staffing agency for anti-communist operations. Liebman and Singlaub – whom Reagan commended for giving him ‘more material for my speeches than anybody else’ – became middlemen for right-wing networks that channelled millions of dollars from respectable sources (the beer magnate Joseph Coors was a major donor) to anti-communist causes and counter-insurgency operations around the world. Their largesse was spread wide. Liebman founded the Friends of Rhodesian Independence, which led tours for US government officials and professors, while Singlaub helped fund arms shipments to groups like the Contras in Nicaragua. Special interests sometimes clashed. In Angola, Chevron managed to forge an oil exploration agreement with the communist MPLA guerrillas, just as Singlaub and others – including a young consultant called Paul Manafort – successfully lobbied to get the Reagan administration to back their client, Jonas Savimbi. That the US government would hinder American companies from operating in South Africa, an anti-communist ally, but allow them to work with a communist regime in Angola outraged Singlaub and his colleagues. They soon called for a boycott of Chevron and encouraged Savimbi to attack the company’s Angolan properties.

In Rhodesia, the interests of American white power internationalism and American anti-communism dramatically converged. In 1965, Ian Smith’s white supremacist regime unilaterally declared Rhodesian independence from Britain, emboldened by support from across the US political establishment, from Dean Acheson to Bob Dole. When Reagan, as a presidential candidate, began flirting with the idea of backing white Rhodesians against Robert Mugabe’s growing insurgency, several hundred American mercenaries were already fighting there. Congressional attempts to establish the exact number – let alone stop them – made little progress. Not-so-covert action in Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) continued even after Mugabe came to power in 1980. As late as 1999, three Americans from a right-wing church in Indiana were arrested at Harare airport while apparently engaged in a plot to assassinate Mugabe. (His paranoia wasn’t always unjustified.)

One lingering puzzle in the history of the paramilitary American right is why, in the early 1980s, a small but significant part of the movement began to rebel against the US state itself. During Reagan’s first term a few thousand members of the KKK and various ersatz militias started down a path that would eventually lead to serious clashes with federal authorities. In 1984, the white nationalist Robert Jay Mathews founded Brüder Schweigen, also known as The Order, a group that sought to bring down the US government. After robbing a series of banks to secure funds for the cause, Mathews was killed in a shoot-out with federal agents on Whidbey Island in Washington State, though his co-conspirators were acquitted of sedition by an all-white jury. Even if we grant Belew’s point that members of the American right had periodically risen up against the US government, Reagan’s election was in part an expression – and a vindication – of an explicitly anti-government creed. So why did elements of the paramilitary right turn against the government during his first term?

Part of the answer seems to be that Reagan was simply too little, too late. The most extreme wing of the radical right was already strongly critical of some of his appointments, especially of ‘internationalists’ such as George H.W. Bush, James Baker and Caspar Weinberger. Weinberger was one of the few figures in the administration to show concern about white extremism. Reagan only made matters worse by allying himself with Jewish neoconservatives, who his far-right critics believed controlled the ‘Zionist Occupation Government’. The spectre of the ZOG had emerged in mid-1970s American neo-Nazi literature, which updated the Protocols of the Elders of Zion for a new generation. It was a case of badly dashed expectations: Reagan was surrounding himself with neoconservatives who purported to share the paramilitaries’ anti-communist passion while secretly they were scheming to divert American power to their own cabalistic hyper-capitalism. By elevating the identity-erasing power of the purely rational marketplace they were really instituting a form of communism under a different name.

So from the vantage point of white power, the Reagan ‘revolution’ was anything but. ‘We spent fifty years trying to elect a conservative and what have we got?’ Robert Weems, a former KKK chaplain, asked at a rally of paramilitaries in 1984. The Reagan administration, Weems declared, doesn’t ‘take on the international bankers and the Federal Reserve; they think that’s part of our glorious capitalist heritage … They don’t take on the Zionists at all because they are the Chosen and our Number One ally in the Middle East … [and they won’t] take any stand for the white race and its preservation either.’ The extremism of Weems’s anti-capitalism marks the point where antisemitic white power and the wider anti-communist movement parted ways on questions of principle. But this should not lead us to dismiss the wide areas of common cause between white power fellow-travellers – whom Belew estimates at around 450,000 Americans – and today’s most prominent inheritors of the anti-communist tradition: free-market internationalists, or ‘globalists’, as their enemies call them. The current US president’s appeal to white nativists – the manna raining daily from Twitter – is in this sense hardly contradicted by the fact that he surrounds himself with veterans of Wall Street.

How, then, could white nationalism further its aims in the post-Vietnam era? One possible avenue was through the democratic system. In 1984, the racialist lobbyist Willis Carto founded the Populist Party, which bundled together ideas of racial purity, anti-Jewish conspiracy thinking and concerns about the money supply – in particular any kind of inflationary monetary policy that might benefit the wrong kind of poor people. The party appeared on ballot papers in 14 states, yet Carto’s efforts amounted to little more than a publicity vehicle for figures such as the Klansman David Duke and Green Beret vigilante Bo Gritz. In a bout of white power infighting, the neo-Nazi factions of the white power movement hounded Carto as a swindler of right-wing funds, and a ‘swarthy’ man of questionable racial make-up.

The second seriously considered option was what became known as the Northwest Territorial Imperative, the aim being to consolidate the white race in the already very white Pacific Northwest, where an ‘Aryan homeland’ would be established. The ‘imperative’ appears today merely like an extreme form of gerrymandering. After years of infighting and lost lawsuits, its latter-day incarnation is the Northwest Front, which operates an innocuous-looking website that displays real-estate advice for white patriots and sells the Front’s tricolour flags: ‘The sky is the blue, and the land is the green. The white is for the people in between.’2

There was, however, a third option for white power activists, originating with Louis Beam and William Pierce, a.k.a. Andrew Macdonald, the movement’s bard. Together they concocted the most influential and enduring of the white power projects. In Essays of a Klansman, published in 1983, Beam advocated an all-out race war. The civil rights battles, he argued, had already been lost. But the best response was not to make a bid for a return to segregation: that was far too moderate an ambition. What was called for instead was white national liberation of the entire US mainland. The real culprit was ‘communist-inspired racial mixing’ and the real enemies were the ‘white racial traitors’ who had allowed it to happen. Beam wanted to redirect the energies of white power against those elements of the federal government which he believed had betrayed its original constitutional mandate to protect the white race.

Beam’s most inspired innovation was his blueprint for ‘leaderless resistance’, a model of guerrilla warfare, borrowed from communist and anti-colonial partisans, in which small cells operate in concert but without knowing the leaders of the other cells, removing any chance of their informing on one another. The move away from bands of local vigilante groups to anonymous, spread-out terror cells marked a major shift in the white power movement – reflecting an understanding that it was no longer operating merely in local contexts. Beam himself, Belew stresses, was an early and ardent adopter of the internet, making use of codeword-accessible message boards, pen pal programs and online advertising to spread the word of white power.

If Beam was known as the ‘general’ of the white power movement, Pierce – who had taught physics at Oregon State – was the ‘strategist’. In 1978 he published The Turner Diaries, a novel that went on to sell half a million copies. The book purports to be the diary of a bygone racist revolutionary who helped to overthrow the US government; the civil war begins when Congress passes the ‘Cohen Act’, banning the use of all firearms. But a small patriotic ‘organisation’ eventually prevails against this tyranny. Blacks in the South are bombed into oblivion with nuclear weapons, the Jews experience another Holocaust and women become a servant class. The US dollar is abolished, the calendar is set back to zero and the federal government goes down in flames when a biplane with a sixty-kiloton warhead flies into the Pentagon.

The collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991 presented more favourable conditions for Beam and Pierce’s fantasies to be put into action. Their views were now echoed in mainstream culture. Pat Robertson’s bestselling The New World Order (1991) claimed to unveil a vast Jewish-capitalist conspiracy, while Charles Murray and Richard Herrnstein’s pseudoscience blockbuster, The Bell Curve (1994), laboured to justify America’s racial hierarchy. In 1989, Beam had already put the question to his brethren: ‘Now that the threat of communist takeover in the United States is non-existent, who will be the enemy we all agree to hate?’ Highly publicised stand-offs in the 1990s seemed to confirm that his faction had been right to double down on the federal government as their enemy.3 At Ruby Ridge, Idaho in 1992, the Vietnam veteran Randy Weaver and his family exchanged fire with federal forces; Weaver’s wife and son were killed in paradigmatic displays of white martyrdom. During the Waco siege of 1993, federal agents stormed the compound of the Branch Davidian religious sect and 76 people were killed. Despite the sect’s lack of connection to the white power movement, the siege became a rallying cause for paramilitary groups that feared state overreach.

One television viewer galvanised by the Waco raid was Timothy McVeigh, then 24 years old. A Gulf War veteran who had seen sustained combat and been exposed in training to the same cyanocarbon tear gas used by ATF agents at Waco, McVeigh was an ideal candidate for Beam’s ‘leaderless resistance’. In 1995, after he bombed the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City – until 9/11 the deadliest terrorist attack in US history – he was tried as a ‘lone wolf’ killer, despite his connections with wider paramilitary networks, such as the Michigan Militia and the ‘Viper’ militia of Arizona, and his stash of white power literature (he was a steady consumer of right-wing ‘zines’). In his case, the tactics of leaderless resistance paid off. Instead of hunting down the co-conspirators and publicising the networks, information and material that McVeigh had relied on, the media in general presented him as an isolated psychopath.

But McVeigh should interest us perhaps more for the person he became in prison. By the time of his execution, in 2001, he had begun to sound like a contributor to Counterpunch. Here he was, cogently, in 1998:

If Saddam is such a demon, and people are calling for war crimes charges and trials against him and his nation, why do we not hear the same cry for blood directed at those responsible for even greater amounts of ‘mass destruction’ – like those responsible and involved in dropping bombs on [Iraqi] cities. The truth is, the US has set the standard when it comes to the stockpiling and use of weapons of mass destruction.

The connections between American violence abroad and American violence at home seemed self-evident to McVeigh, but for the majority of Americans even to hint at such connections remains taboo.

Donald Trump has been the most significant beneficiary of the hypocrisy of American foreign policy as described by McVeigh. Before the last presidential election, no other candidate, Bernie Sanders included, was so savage in his reckoning of America’s recent foreign ventures. ‘A complete waste,’ he called the country’s longest war. ‘Our troops are being killed by the Afghanis we train and we waste billions there.’ Nor has any other president in recent memory capitalised more on the humiliation of those who fight in, or traditionally support, America’s wars. Winning for the president pertains to more than trade. Whatever the ultimate fortunes of the combined forces of American reaction, the ‘leaderless resistance’ is likely to continue. It has rarely been clearer that those who cheer on American interventions abroad should be prepared for more ferocious nativist terror at home.

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