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dabistits · 4 years

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im super conflicted abt hawks atm but i was thinking abt his parallels with shigaraki and i was wondering kinda why there's a difference between wanting 'redemption' (i dont think this is the right word but i cant think of a better one 'want better' maybe?) for shigaraki but not for hawks? is it bc he made a permanent decision to kill twice as essentially an agent of the state?

Just to preface, I don’t think I’m objectively right for just wanting Hawks to eat shit immediately in the next chapter. I’m just complaining because a lot of people who “love both Hawks and Twice” and “think Hawks was wrong, but…” are hard to get away from without going in the other direction toward a group of people who have shitty fandom behavior, whose opinions about the Hawks/Twice situation are (unfortunately) much closer to my own. I don’t think there’s necessarily a “correct” way to feel about Hawks, but I feel differently than a lot of people I see around (who, ironically, are the ones insisting that there’s a “correct” way to feel about Hawks), and that’s frustrating. I want to be done with Hawks. I don’t want him to get any more focus in canon, I don’t want to see more posts about how Hawks committing murder is an indication of inner turmoil instead of him choosing a side, I don’t want to keep running into posts that tack on “but Hawks is also sad/a victim” in discussing what’s pretty clearly a tragedy for Jin and the LOV that Hawks was completely and 100% solely responsible for.

But, yeah, sure. I’ll also explain what I think is the difference between Tomura and Hawks:

1. Part of it is emotional and not logical for sure. I love Jin a lot. He embodies the person who has faced incredible adversity, and still comes out on the other side ready to love and open his heart to others, moreover to protect others. I’m not like that at all, but I think it’s very admirable. So in that sense, it hurts on a personal level to lose him over anyone else, and I can’t not associate that with Hawks, since he’s the killer.

2. Jin is a significant death. The nameless minions that Tomura has killed (many of whom were active “Quirk supremacists”) don’t mean anything to me compared to Jin, and?? Through the lens of narrative, I think that makes Tomura more forgivable, because I genuinely have no interest in there being any plot “resolution” with, like, the dead anti-mutant cultists, because I just do not care about them.

3. Tomura, especially early Tomura, has threatened to go places that are unforgivable, like leaving All Might’s students dead and forcibly bringing Bakugou over to their side (whatever terrible procedure that may have entailed). The difference is that the narrative never actually allowed him to cross that line by actually killing the kids, who we do care about as characters, so while the intent in itself is pretty awful, he was never allowed to complete the action that would take him over to the point of no return. Hawks, however, did cross the line by killing someone who we care about and who is narratively established as a “good person,” who even Hawks concedes is a good person.

3. a. I don’t like the MLA ideologically and I don’t like the decision to have the LOV team up with them. But, again, their takeover plan has been stopped in its tracks, which I’m actually fine with to prevent the LOV from crossing the moral event horizon, but that’s, like… completely irrelevant to me thinking Hawks shouldn’t have killed Jin.

3. b. Though there’s still a chance for Tomura to cross the moral event horizon, and I’m not going to convince myself that it won’t happen. If it’s going to happen, I think it’s highly possible that it might happen in this arc, because now Jin is dead and we know how Tomura and the LOV have historically responded to their friends getting hurt. I, and many others, have called Jin the “heart” of the LOV (his name is also literally written with the kanji for “benevolence”), and now without him, there is no remaining heart nor goodwill.

4. Although both Tomura and Hawks are, on one level, fighting on behalf of the ideals that they were “raised into,” their fights happen in very different ways. The MLA arc in particular made clear that the villains are, in part, fighting for their very survival in ways heroes just aren’t. The threat that the LOV were living under was constant—when it wasn’t heroes or other villain groups, it was trying to find money and shelter and essential upkeep. Hawks may not be “free” from the HPSC or the occasional villain attack, but he’s free from those constant material struggles. He’s not an “underdog.”

4. a. Tomura is also, in part, fighting to protect his marginalized friends. It’s for sure not on behalf of every marginalized person, but it’s certainly more than we’ve seen any pro hero fight for. The people Tomura is surrounded with are people who have never been protected nor cared for before, because they were not deemed “innocent” enough to deserve that care and protection, and Tomura continued to care for them even when it was troublesome for him to do so, when they disagreed with him, when they threatened him, and when they fucked up very, very badly.

4. a. i. Eri is an example of a victim who the heroes fought for, but she’s an easy case to want to love and protect: Overhaul was inarguably an abuser who wanted to elevate the yakuza, she was being used in extended torture-experiment sessions, she killed her father on accident, she’s a child, she’s innocent, she’s selfless, she’s well-behaved. It’s basically not even a question whether or not she “deserves” help.

4. b. It’s people who are difficult who get overlooked. Hawks and hero society are completely unprepared to protect and care for people who don’t behave as they’re supposed to. Hawks did not care for the LOV who didn’t personally befriend him. For the one he did, when Jin didn’t cooperate the way Hawks wanted, he went for the kill. It’s either being easy and “manageable,” or die.

4. b. i. Tomura has specifically spared two people who tried to kill him or actually succeeded in killing his ally, people who he explicitly hated or did not care for. So make of that what you will, I guess.

5. From a leftist perspective, it’s just impossible not to account for the fact that Hawks helps maintain a social structure that creates so much suffering. The question isn’t really whether AFO’s teachings to Tomura are better (they’re not, and I want Tomura to break away from them), but it can’t really be ignored that Hawks is enforcing an ideal that’s wildly popular. Why this matters is that Tomura doing the wrong things will be roundly condemned, and he’ll probably be “punished” for them; but heroes are very unlikely to be punished or held accountable for committing murder, especially if it’s “justified.”

5. a. This is problematic because it allows heroes, and the state, to define what a justified “emergency situation” is, and who can die in those emergencies. The people who are deemed killable “in an emergency” are usually those who are already marginalized; hence heroes can wait until those marginalized people get desperate enough to commit villainous acts, and then they can swoop in to arrest or kill them to widespread public acclaim.

5. b. Heroes (and law enforcement IRL) don’t address the roots of crime that lie in overarching oppressive structures like misogyny and capitalism. They don’t prevent theft by bringing people financial stability; they arrest people who were desperate enough to steal, and use those people to send a message to poor people everywhere. They make these conditions of desperation more permanent by punishing the most vulnerable people when they slip up, while doing absolutely nothing until the slip-up happens.

5. c. Heroes are punching down, and villains are punching up. That may not be the case with AFO, but I believe it with the LOV specifically, and I believe this matters because it’s exemplified between Hawks and Twice. Hawks targets someone who reached out to him, despite being hurt over and over again by types like him, who has dealt with poverty and fantasy mentally illness completely on his own, and kills him in defense of the very society that allowed all those things to happen to Jin. Hawks was given a choice: sympathize and relate to Jin, and acknowledge his well-founded grievances toward a dysfunctional society, or prioritize the safety and security of that dysfunctional society by permanently removing Jin from the equation. The choice he believes in is the choice he made.

5. d. In order for Tomura to make the same choice with the same implications, they’d have to be living in an alternate universe, in the Kingdom of AFO, where Tomura is a respected noble who infiltrates a rebel group who were going to “commit atrocities,” kills the one person who offered him a way out of AFO’s control, and possibly screws the rebels altogether, but everyone is happy that the rebels are gone. Even if you think Tomura is capable of that, it’s irrelevant because canon!BNHA has completely different power dynamics. Because Tomura’s violence will always be unpopular and persecuted, rather than justified and glorified by the state, he physically cannot replicate a choice like Hawks’. Tomura can approximate it, but even if he does, he’ll be hunted down by heroes for doing so. The circumstances and consequences for making such a choice are totally different.

So. That’s why I don’t think Tomura and Hawks can be equated. Suggesting that this is a level playing field is essentially believing that criminals and law enforcement exist on level playing fields, and they absolutely do not at all. Hawks is particularly abhorrent because he’s already followed through with his choice. He holds power by being part of the policing class, and regardless of how he came into it, he behaves exactly the same as everyone else who “freely” joined, and in his position of power he made the choice to eliminate someone who was socially powerless.

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doon-writes · 5 years

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medieval au for dennor week (day 2)

• i am sooooo late im so sorry

• sigurd = norway // magnus = denmark

• trigger warning for a lil bit of violence, blood, and gore (witch burnings and like 1 fight scene)

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Magnus wished he could say this was the first time he'd attended a burning. The first time he'd waited in a small crowd of eager people to smell burning flesh on the wind and to see someone wither into ashes. Slowly, and painfully. The flames held no mercy, and neither did the crowd cheering the fire on.

As much as Magnus hated it, this was a familiar scene. Years ago, he would've been cheering with his fellow villagers, joining in the chants of "burn the witch!"

Then, he met Sigurd. Honest Sigurd. Caring Sigurd. Lovely Sigurd, who just so happened to be a witch.

Magnus was mad after Sigurd first told him-- he refused to talk to the someone he'd held so dear up until that point. He even considered turning Sigurd in. They could burn him, just for being a witch, though Sigurd had done no sins which would be unforgivable in the eyes of God and men.

And as days passed without seeing him, Magnus realised just how foolish he was for being mad at Sigurd for his paganism and magic. He came to realise that he would never willingly hurt Sigurd over anything, no matter how angry he felt, for however long. And regardless of how Magnus still felt that Sigurd was wrong for his beliefs, he still cared for him immensely, and could wait no longer to see him.

This revelation came a bit too late. When Magnus had burst into Sigurd's house, he wasn't there. By then, Sigurd had already been taken by the knights. Imprisoned, a burning for him scheduled the day after his capture. Magnus learned this soon after— news of the event spread quickly, people speaking of the burning as if it was something to make a day out of.

As Magnus stared at the upright wooden log before him that Sigurd would soon be tied to, he played the scenario through his head. Clearly, he didn't want this to happen, but he saw no way to stop it, so his mind simply tried to prepare him for the event by planting it in his mind.

Stuck in his thoughts, it was as if he could smell the smoke already.

The vivid imagery of Sigurd, his best friend and more, writhing in pain as he burned in front of a brainwashed people applauding his suffering was absolutely unbearable. It was all he could do to stop himself from collapsing onto the dry ground beneath him.

The reality of the situation set in, again and again.

'In a few minutes, Sigurd will be dead. I'll never see him again.

In a few moments, Sigurd will be gone. He'll never be able to live a full and fulfilling life.

In just a little while now, the only person I've ever longed for with heart and soul will be nothing but ashes in the wind. He will have died without knowing I love him..

If... I don't do something.'

There was no fullproof plan. There was no time to make even a semi-solid course of action. Magnus acted solely on instinct, the deafening haze in his mind dissipating for the first time today.

He moved out of the crowd as quickly as he could without drawing suspicion. The crowd was smaller than previous crowds Magnus had seen at burnings, but that was only because Sigurd had not been accused of anything. Yet. It wouldn't be unlikely to think that the executioner would pepper in a murder accusation or some other heinous crime to keep the people on their side during the cruelty they were about to witness. The thought of it all made Magnus bitter. To think that sheep could be lead by louder sheep into killing one of their own in cold blood.

He rushed off to where the witches were held, having known how to get there with ease. After all, he'd been a knight before himself. He used to be one of the bastards orchestrating these iniquities. The memories of it made him feel physically ill, and for a moment, he wondered if this nightmarish sequence reality had become was a divine deliverance of karma long due.

The only time he stopped moving was when he'd reached the holding cells. His heart was pounding, his breath stolen by distress, but he tried his damnedest to quiet himself as he leant against a cold, stone wall, listening for any guards. Immediately, he heard voices. Readying himself for a fight, he peaked over the edge of the cobblestone corner, finding three guards shoving Sigurd out of his cell. One even spit on him. And as much as he would've loved to yell at them and take his time beating their asses for mistreating Sigurd, he needed to take advantage of the distraction.

As he charged towards them, he wished he'd brought a weapon. Magnus figured he'd be able to pull a sword off of one of them, but knights wore armour even at times of peace, and their chainmail gave them a significant advantage, along with the number of them.

Still, the element of surprise helped Magnus effectively knock down one knight by charging into and shoving them. Magnus stomped on the knight's chest after he'd knocked him down to ensure he'd stay down for at least a few seconds longer. Taking the blade from the stunned knight was easier than he thought it'd be; perhaps, the knight's head had hit the floor too hard. It didn't seem he was getting up for at least the next two seconds, so Magnus took his blade and turned towards his other threats, who were, unfortunately, very aware of his presence now. In fact, one was already coming towards him, and slashed Magnus’ side with his sword.

Though Magnus wanted to seem invincible in attempt to intimidate his enemies, he couldn't stop himself from crying out from the sudden sharp pain. It wasn't deep enough to kill him right then, but it certainly could later if it wasn't taken care of. As badly as Magnus wanted to press his hand to his side to see how much it was bleeding, he decided he'd take a swing at the man in front of him while the other knight quite literally threw Sigurd back in his cell.

As one of the guards called out for help, he realised he had no time to waste here. Immediately, he went for one guard's throat, and, without checking if he'd landed the swing, he spinned around to his victim on the floor, stabbing him through the thigh. A thud soon told Magnus the fate of the guard he'd swung at, and he moved forward before turning back around to give him a bit more distance between the one knight left uninjured. He turned to see he'd narrowly missed a blade through the face, managing to get away with only a scrape across his cheek and nose. He moved to the left of his attacker, seeing as he'd backed himself into a wall, and got in a position to have a proper sword fight.

The knight before him lunged, sword first, to which Magnus responded by redirecting the blade with his own in a way that would not stab him. The other swordsman recovered from this change quickly and swung at Magnus again and again, seemingly with more fervor in every swing. For the entire time, Magnus had tuned out the words being thrown at him, the 'what are you doing?'s, 'halt!'s, and the like. But it was harder to ignore as it came from the person his attention was fixed on.

"You've killed two of our men. What kind of Christian are you?" The swordsman landed a hit on Magnus’ shoulder, earning another pained sound. "Are you a witch too now?"

This polarization hurt somewhere deep in Magnus. The knights were the men he'd worked with not so long ago, and he'd known some of them for years. Some knightly part of him, the part that had been loyal to only king and country, wondered if he was doing the right thing.

In spite of his doubts, Magnus did his best to fend him off and tried to get the upperhand. Nonetheless, he ended up cornered, his sword pressed against his enemy's so hard he worried it would break.

The opposing swordsman's blade was nearly at his throat, and for a while, it felt like it was only a matter of time before the sharp end plowed into his neck.

Then, by some miracle (or lack thereof), a sword from behind them both slashed into the knight's head, cutting the upper part his face in half. Magnus watched in shock, unsure if he should be horrified or thankful. The sheer force at which the man had been swung at launched his blood onto Magnus' face, which was just a bit traumatizing. The sword was pulled out of the man's head, and the body fell, revealing Sigurd to be the one behind the slashing. Magnus was relieved it wasn't some sort of invisible spirit, but surprised and intimidated at seeing Sigurd of all people do such a thing.

Sigurd's usually calm disposition was now shaken, and he looked even more traumatized than Magnus felt.

"Come on," Sigurd said with a soft, unsteady voice. "We have to go."

Magnus nodded, holding Sigurd's free hand with his own and beginning to pull him away from all the dead bodies they'd left.

"I know you're probably tired, but we're gonna have to run. It's our best bet to run into the woods to have the cover of greenery, and then make a more solid plan from there." Magnus spoke as he took off his tunic, wrapping it around his waist to cover the wound on his side. Then, he began to pick up his pace. He felt bad for making Sigurd exert himself, knowing that the knights don't give witches on death row any food, but he couldn't risk their safety by staying another second. Sigurd agreed to his plan, and they ran for the nearest part of the forest like their lives depended on it, because they kind of did.

Many minutes later, they reached the nearest part of the forest. They would've gotten there sooner if they ran in the open, but the pair had to take cover behind buildings and any large objects; after all, they were both wanted people now. They'd be killed on sight, and even on horses, most knights were accurate archers.

As soon as they'd jogged through the woods for a while, Magnus slowed to a stop. He turned to Sigurd, who turned back towards Magnus as soon as he'd noticed he was being looked at. Then, Magnus hugged Sigurd tightly, not giving him any time to react before the hug, nor giving him any space to breathe because of just how hard he squeezed Sigurd. Still, Sigurd accepted and reciprocated the hug, though he wasn't expecting anything like that from Magnus.

"I missed you so much. I'm so, so glad you're okay." Magnus buried his face in the crook of Sigurd's neck, grasping the back of his smock almost desperately. "I don't know what I would've done if you died. I don't think I could live without you." His last words left his mouth in a whisper, and he hadn't noticed he was tearing up until he felt himself start to cry.

"Magnus.." Sigurd responded softly, rubbing the other man's back for comfort.

Magnus didn't know about Sigurd, but he could've stayed like that for another ten minutes, silent or not. Still, he forced himself to let go, knowing they should keep moving. He did, however, let himself have a few moments to look at Sigurd silently, which Sigurd responded to by blushing.

Magnus didn't stop to think of the implications of Sigurd's blushing and instead opted for holding his hand and starting to walk again. Despite his confusion, Sigurd let his fingers intertwine with Magnus’, his heart beating a little faster.

"How are you doing?" Magnus asked with all the tenderness of a homemade pillow. He glanced at Sigurd when talking to him, otherwise eyeing the trees and bushes before them for anything that looked edible.

"I'm alright. Just a bit tired." That was an understatement. Sigurd felt like he was seconds from falling down, lightheaded and perhaps a bit dizzy. Magnus noticed how unsteady his walk seemed and put an arm around him.

"You sure?"

"I'm kind of hungry, too." Sigurd added softly, thankful that Magnus gave him help with walking without him having to ask for it. Somehow, it made it feel less degrading.

They walked quietly for a while, Magnus scanning the greenery around them anxiously for something to eat. Still, the forest seemed barren of fruit, and to make matters worse, the cut in his side was throbbing rather painfully. He didn't look at Sigurd at all as they treaded along the forest, courtesy of a question that had been bubbling in his stomach ever since he learned of Sigurd's capture. Eventually, the boiling in his stomach became too much to bare and he decided to ask him.

"Hey, Sig?"

"Yeah?"

"You know I didn't.. tell them about you, right? About the magic?"

"I know you didn't." Sigurd said solemnly, looking towards the ground. Magnus was initially relieved by those words, but as he saw Sigurd's expression, he began to worry again.

"That's good, but.. how did you know?"

"I turned myself in."

Magnus' face fell. He stopped walking, only staring at Sigurd with wide eyes. Sigurd met those wide eyes with his own, revealing to Magnus a more troubled state of mind than he'd originally let on.

A beat of silence passed before Magnus worked up the will to ask why. The only answer he got was silence, and Sigurd turned away from him.

"Sigurd, please tell me."

"I was just depressed, and I made a stupid decision because of it..." Sigurd's voice got quieter with every word he let out.

"Because of me?" Magnus asked hesitantly, unsure if he should've even asked, because he felt his heart drop into his stomach acid after Sigurd nodded. Guilt began to bloom and crawl about uncomfortably in his insides, manifesting outwards in the way his face saddened, and the way he began to hold Sigurd in another, more gentle hug.

"I'm sorry. I'm the biggest idiot in the world, but I swear I'll do everything in the world that I can to make it up to you. If.. if you'll forgive me." Magnus stumbled on the last bit, terrified at the idea that he might've damaged his and Sigurd's relationship permanently. However, his fears were soon quieted; Sigurd returned the hug even more tenderly, rubbing Magnus' back with one of his hands slowly.

"I have nothing to forgive you for. This is all my fault." Sigurd stated in a matter-of-factly manner, resting his head against Magnus' warm shoulder.

"That's not true.. please don't take the blame for this." Magnus pleaded with Sigurd softly, shutting his eyes as he pulled him a little closer. Sigurd didn't respond, wanting to pass out in the comfortable embrace rather than fight about whose fault this was. Thankfully, Magnus didn't force the topic for now, and simply stayed quiet as Sigurd basked in his warmth.

"Sigurd?" Magnus spoke up after a while. The person in question tensed slightly, yanked out of his mental relaxation.

Despite the tension in his body, Sigurd was still tired, so he opted to respond with a small "hm?"

"I know this might not be the best time to say this, but I want to be with you."

Sigurd didn't react to those words for the first few seconds after he'd heard them, merely because he couldn't yet process what they meant. As soon as the fog in his mind cleared though, he jolted slightly.

"Come again?" Sigurd questioned for further clarification, wondering if Magnus meant what he thought he meant.

"Well, I.. I think I love you. No, wait, I know I do. I understand if you're not okay with that, but.." Magnus paused, his cheeks tinting themselves with a rosy pink. "I just wanted to let you know." He looked away from Sigurd, preparing himself for a brutal rejection.

Instead, he got a kiss on the cheek. It was chaste, soft, and best of all, it was from Sigurd. He felt the temperature of his face rise as he looked over at Sigurd with shock written all over his face.

"Let's talk about this more when we're not in danger of being killed by bloodthirsty knights." Sigurd said with a small smile. Magnus was dumbfounded by the events that had just transpired, so he settled for a nod.

They continued walking on again, aimlessly, but a bit more hopeful. It didn't take long until Sigurd was stumbling instead of walking, and Magnus started to worry about the possibility of him overexerting himself to a dangerous extent. So, he picked up Sigurd bridal style, clearly surprising the smaller man.

"You should go ahead and get some rest." Magnus told Sigurd with a soft smile. The wound in Magnus’ side moaned within his body, making what was once a dull pain sharp once more, but Magnus smiled through the pain to keep Sigurd from worrying.

"Are you sure..?" Sigurd felt a bit guilty for burdening Magnus with the task of taking care of him, but even more than that, he felt weak. Tired.

"Absolutely! You're as light as a feather."

Sigurd was, in fact, not as light as a feather, but Magnus would never purposely make Sigurd feel like a burden. Sigurd uttered a hushed, tentative "okay" before letting his eyes flutter shut. Magnus smiled down at him, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Don't worry Sig, we're gonna be okay."

#i think this is awful but yknow what? it's done and i had fun writing it for the most part #avalonic oneshots #avalonic writing #dennor #dennor week #dennor week 2019 #dennor week 19 #uhh i hope those are the right tags #i got a lot of catching up to do-#aph denmark #aph norway #medieval au #i spent d a y s writing things #3000+ words lets go!!!!!#hetalia #axis powers ヘタリア #axis powers hetalia #ok there was a glitch or i just made a mistake where i duplicated the beginning part of the oneshot but i fixed it now

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yjinwoo · 5 years

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hello , hello my name is veer, she/her and living in the gmt+1 timezone. this is my newborn baby bae jinwoo / twenty-two years old, bar singer who ran away from home, he was partly inspired by ( x ) this scene of the girl on the bridge ( watching the first minute will be enough ) & he is also somewhat inspired by serena van der woodsen from gossip girl. ( x ) is a pinterest board for inspiration and under the cut, you will find his biography. honestly, his biography is a drabble of a muse that has been drifted into my mind during a daydream and it is not really fleshed out, however, i do hope you somewhat get what i was going for. there are some wanted connections under the cut as well ( bc all his pages are still a work in progress ), but if any of them catch your interest or you want to plot out something entirely different give this a LIKE and i’ll hit you up in the ims. shout out to dion for helping me with my theme uwu

tw: drugs, murder.

POSITIVE TRAITS: curious, fervid, adaptable, mellow, alluring. NEGATIVE TRAITS: impulsive, lascivious, secretive, spoiled, escapist.

he was always the lightest among the dark of his family with that golden hair and those cupid shaped lips forming an angelic smile. his family was the winter-raw, the wolves of a moonless night and he was summer and fireflies at dusk, the little dots of light in the dark. despite being raised with all the privilege and care of a princeling, he knew that he would not ascend the matching steps his siblings had. with two older brothers, jinwoo was the last child ; the baby.

his parents where visibly influential and his father was a rumored kingpin, but it went only as far as a rumor, there was no evidence that proved that the notorious businessman was involved in the underground world of south-korea. if he was or wasn’t, jinwoo did not know, you see, he was always the outsider in his family, but while other outsiders stood out and rebelled loudly against their family, jinwoo was almost unsettlingly obedient. there was a peculiar distance about him, he appeared to be uncaring, uninterested - quite a bit discontent, but it had all grown from traditions he was expected to follow, yet also was shut away from. his family wanted him to always do what was best for the family, but also isolated him from his legacy. he was never the heir to take over the family business. the only part he had was carrying through with the demand of being present during dinners out with business partners and acquaintances, during in which he appeared to be so impersonal yet still so alluring. family portraits spoke of the same manner - throughout his life he was so set apart that when others saw the family photographs in the news, they wondered who he was. but it was always the curious kind of wonderment.

it was his mother who loved him the most, while her older sons were the mirror image of their father, it was jinwoo who resembled her mellow soul and carried that endearing personality of every mama’s favorite boy. he never objected when his mother dressed him in cashmere and gentle silk, the expensive designer only to be ruined when he spilled red wine over his clothes after innocently getting drunk from a box of liquored chocolates - resulting for his nannies to be fired. he grew up immensely spoiled, but while his brothers were out wreaking havoc outside the horizon of the gated community he lived in, he spends his time with a cigarette between his cupid lips and a creative tool in his hand - whether it was the violin, a paintbrush, or he was sitting behind the piano where his father’s dirty money was hidden inside the instrument. he craved the distraction.

at twenty he found himself to be living in a cage and the only time he could find any sort of freedom was when he went behind the backs of everyone close to him. it’s the sneaking out at midnight and meeting in shady dark corners with shady companions that he knows to be associates of his family. shutting them up with a map of hickeys on their throat. drinks, sex, parties with a sense of anonymity. his family was too preoccupied and never suspected that anything was off, he was adaptable at hiding his rebellious side.

his family had no idea that their ways of shutting him out have led him to a path of danger. they thought they had done well and hidden him from the actual violence, but there are moments he remembers, distant memories vague enough to be dreams. he remembers peeking through the slightly ajar door of his father’s office. his father in a pristine suit and in front of him a man kneeling on the floor pleading, whimpering in pain until he goes quiet and so does his own heart at the sound of a deafening gunshot. its the night that jinwoo runs away for the first time. lost, panicked, and with everything falling apart, it was then he met ( to be plotted ) and later while he shared a cigarette with the stranger between the conversations and moonlight lighting up his pale complexion, he had asked “ do you think there would be sex at the end of the world? ” #iconic. in their love, where he followed them into the shady underground bars, where they made out under flickering neon-lit bathroom stalls the taste of whiskey on his lips ; the bustlings clubs where he partied with drugs, and gambled with his life. he felt found. around ( to be added ) he didn’t have to be an heir. and so he chose the stranger over his family and followed them to yongsa.

tldr; attention-loving boy finds out the rumors are true and his father is a kingpin and runs away from home with the first person he falls in love with

WANTED CONNECTIONS

x CLOSE FRIEND & CONFIDANT: their bond was instantly sibling-like and jinwoo considers ( MUSE A ) to be trustworthy and dependable. they see the terrified boy underneath the mask, knows why jinwoo acts out in the way he does ; the parties, the drugs, the easy sex, knows because jinwoo has always been able to share things with ( MUSE A ), and now in the latest fit of frustration of having enough, jinwoo has revealed his unstable dangerous family life and since then the two of them have only grown closer.

x FRIENDS ( with benefits ) & RECENT UNEXPECTED FRUSTRATION: despite initial reservations and the closed-off ness that jinwoo showed upon first meeting them, in a matter of time getting to know one another better they have developed a soft-version of a ride and die friendship. the pair of them know how to always have a good time, and it’s not unlikely to find jinwoo on the nights that he has no one to share the bed with crashing into ( MUSE B ) bed. which could have brought the recent shiftiness and tension in their friendship or there could be something more. whatever it is jinwoo has never been able to wholly identify it.

x EX-PARTY FRIEND & BAD INFLUENCE: at one point they had been friends of the worst kind, a friendship that started and blossomed after frequently running into each other at parties and ending up talking and hanging out the entire night. they partied together, they occasionally slept together, and often ( MUSE C ) was the wilder of the two, pushing jinwoo into hedonistic and reckless actions. however, after one specific night, their friendship was broken and now the pair can’t stand to be even in the same room together. something bad happened there and they are both holding onto a secret.

x CURIOSITY & MUSE: recently ( MUSE D ) has been showing up more and more at his performances and jinwoo has noticed them in the crowd. what he doesn’t know is that ( MUSE D ) recognizes him and has seen him with his family in the news. for jinwoo they have become a recent unexpected muse that he has been writing songs about and always the first person he looks for, wanting to make sure that ( MUSE D ) is at the bar on the night that he performs.

x * chemistry * ON & OFF & INFATUATION: based on the last part of his biography. ( MUSE E ) appeared in his life when it was falling apart, he ran away for them to yongsa. since then, ( MUSE E ) interest seems to be shifting with the wind. jinwoo craves their affection and lives for the nights when all their attention is on him, but when ( MUSE E ) doesn’t give it to him enough .. he will find minute lovers, distractions in someone else.

#yj:intro #for a moment tumblr really went there and marked my talk tag post

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rkkyungsoo · 5 years

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do kyungsoo

Hello friends, Muffin reporting to Rookies with my first and probably only muse. I will give y’all a brief summary about him and then under the cut, I’ll be providing some plot ideas. I’ve arranged the plot ideas from the good, the bad, the ugly and the truly atrocious. The number of trigger warnings may increase as the list goes on and if you are uncomfortable at any point, just stop scrolling. Please IM me for plots. I have a twitter @_mafiosoo but I am faster on tumblr.

✧ Nov 16th, 1998 (I decided to age him up a bit)

✧ Born to teacher father and stay-at-home mother. While his parents are unremarkable in their achievements, Kyungsoo’s grandfather with the last name of Lee is the CEO of a successful jewelry company. His business is expanded to other parts of Asia and specializes in jade. Kyungsoo’s grandfather is a very traditional man and valued sons over daughters. Unfortunately, his wife gave him no sons and instead, three daughters. The youngest daughter was disowned for getting herself pregnant young, the eldest daughter was an ambitious woman who made a name for herself and the middle daughter/Kyungsoo’s mother was the sweet one who wanted to marry. Since grandfather had no sons, he values his grandsons very much and Kyungsoo has never lacked for money. However, he would rather spend what’s his and not what’s given to him. One day, Kyungsoo hopes to build his own business empire - one even greater than his grandfather’s.

✧ Key personality traits: Ambitious, decisive, charismatic (when he wants to be), perceptive, meticulous, distrusting, insincere, persistent and possessive.

✧ Timeline information under the cut due to the abundance of trigger warnings.

✧ Quirks: sensitive to scents (please tell me what your character smells like when we role play I mean this in the least creepy way possible), fluent in Korean and Chinese (Mandarin), intermediate in English, plays violin, taps his fingers on the table when he’s anxious, high alcohol tolerance, doesn’t take heat well, cannot swim, is insecure about his height, excellent driver

tw: dietary restrictions, violence, obsession, stalking, blackmail...I don’t know if I am missing anything, please let me know.

Crossed out plot ideas are taken!

✧ Ages 0 - 15: Really good student, never made his parents worry about him for anything. He was legit the type of kid who’d get up in the morning by himself and make his own overly healthy breakfast + lunch. Straight As, participated in school clubs and never allowed himself to indulge in anything he shouldn’t. Did not mix with those popular kids and mostly made friends with smart people. Was likely not bullied because even though he’s a small guy, he’s got a lot of intensity. If a kid tried to grab him by the collar in public, he’d grab the kid back in the throat in private.

✧ Ages 15 - 19: High school was going smooth at first. By this point, Kyungsoo was on his second girlfriend and on the student council. He was exactly where he wanted to be in life and would have continued enjoying himself if it wasn’t for the appearance of that person. Obsession was a dangerous hole to fall into and the more he tried to crawl out, the deeper he sank. His parents eventually saw the hundreds of sketches he drew of that person and forced him to go to China and finish high school there.

✧ Ages 19 - Current: Kyungsoo is back in Korea and feeling in control again. He’s in college, back to being his model student self. He helps out grandfather in his spare time and plays the dutiful grandson. He is pretty sure at this point when grandfather finally kicks the bucket, he and his cousin will both get a decent sum.

Plot ideas

The Good:

✧ Family relationships: Kyungsoo is an only child but I am open to him having cousins on both sides of his family. If you choose mother’s side, you will have to share my grandfather Lee plot and go to those annoying rich people parties with Kyungie. 2/2

✧ Positive influence: Someone my hardass of a son can actually look up to. I am looking for someone who is really successful in one aspect of their life and has a gentler personality. Maybe your character sings really well or dances beautifully. Either way, something caught Kyungsoo’s attention and he actually admires this person. He will be somewhat willing to listen to this person’s advice and rely on them a bit emotionally. 0/1

✧ Friends! I am so new that Kyungsoo literally doesn’t have friends right now. Somebody come and help me out here. I gotta at least have SOMEONE to call if Ksoo ends up passing out somewhere. I am hoping he can have some friends from his past and some friends from now. I am also interested in the idea of a trio, like, three really good friends that were always together. Maybe one knows why he was sent to China and one is completely oblivious.

✧ Tutees: Kyungsoo tutors on the side to make some extra $$$ to fund his appetite for expensive watches. He can tutor your character or your character’s siblings and they can get to know each other this way. 2/2

✧ It starts with an accident - your character or my character accidentally hit/cut/somehow hurt the other person. A friendship could blossom from this?

The Bad:

✧ Remember earlier when I talked about a kid who tried to grab Kyungsoo by the collar and he grabbed that guy back in the neck? Anyone wants to BE that kid? They could have had a lot of past issues and can try to resolve them now. Or maybe the past problems will continue forever and turn into a feud.

✧ It was supposed to be a casual hook up but your character ended up having some feelings and this relationship won’t end well.

The Ugly:

✧ Current obsession: Kyungsoo was obsessed with someone in the past and after a few years in China, he feels like he is okay now. Jokes on him though because I am 100% willing to let him slide back into the hole and get the same sort of feeling towards someone new. I prefer a girl for this role.

✧ Mutual sin: Someone who knows about Kyungsoo’s past obsession and probably the only one besides his folks that actually knows who the object of Ksoo’s psychotic love is. Kyungsoo can know something bad about this person too and they can mutually blackmail each other.

The Truly Atrocious:

✧ The Past Obsession: Of course he’s not over it. He doesn’t see his fault as much as he sees what happened as the other person’s fault. The reason I want to put this in the truly atrocious section is because unlike the current obsession, Kyungsoo harbors some resentment towards this person. He feels like this person made him leave Korea and this person made him crazy. That said he also really liked this person before. In the beginning, his affection was probably pure and he’d just want to stay close to the person without talking to them. Then eventually the stalking, lusting and drawing stuff happened. It’s good Kyungsoo went to Korea because otherwise, I have no idea how things would have ended. I prefer a guy for this role because Kyungsoo’s parents would have panicked harder.

#;plottu #please excuse the grammar issues i am typing this up on little sleep last night #if anything is confusing and you need clarifications just hit me up #i will now start tagging some triggers #;obsessive behavior #;stalking #;restricting diet #;blackmailing #;violence #;unhealthy relationships #;alcohol mention #Actually I am sure alcohol mention is okay #Just in case

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morkmywords · 6 years

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Not Really a Cinderella Story | Royalty au | Exo | Sehun | Part 7

Masterlist | Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 [FINAL]

Length: 5.8k

Note: Im sorry this took so long but its here now and i hope you like it, also this part is kinda angsty.

Summary: When a strange string of not so great events somehow and you with a job at the palace punching the wrong people can be not so great.

You could feel the warm sand between your toes as you watched the two in the center spin in circles. Qeca was known for its gladiator battles and that is what you were watching now, the two were dancing in circles in the center of the pit swords clashing together and creating a symphony of metallic noises mixed with the cheering of the crowd. The battles have gotten more civilized as time went on, there was no more killing but instead, they must surrender but still you had no taste for the violence. The other princes were completely invested in the fight cheering as loud as the crowd, Jiyoon was under the tent with the other court women gossiping and you were left alone in a chair at the edge of the booth. You watched the fight cringing every time the clash of metal on metal echoed through the stadium, you couldn’t wait for it to be over so you could get out of the blistering, hot sun.

“It doesn’t look like you’re having too much fun.” A girl who looked around your age, said as she came to stand beside you.

“Well aside from being cooked alive and feeling like I’m about to barf from the stench of sweaty men I’m having a great time.” You said sarcastically. When the girl on your left laughed it sounded like an actual angel and now that you got a better look at her, she looked like one too. You stared at her in as and amazement of how somebody could be so perfect until she caught your eyes and you straightened yourself.

She stopped her ethereal giggling and dropped the hand that was slightly covering her face before addressing you. “You’re funny.” Was all she said before she started laughing again at your face which had gone blank again, “I’m Princess Hyejin.” She said before curtsying perfectly. When you finally realized what she said you hurried to bow but ended up tripping over your own feet and bumping into her.

You rushed to help her up while apologizing profusely about your clumsiness which she just brushed off saying it was fine. Helping her up wasn’t much of an issue seeing as she was quite a bit smaller than you, even smaller than Jiyoon. “You’re Prince Jongin’s sister right?” You asked once you were both back to a standing position. She nodded excitedly before answering.

“You know Nini?” She squealed before grabbing your hand and bringing you closer to her face.

“Nini?”

“It’s a nickname silly.” She giggled before letting you lean back from her face a bit. “Come sit with me for the rest of this.” She didn’t give you a chance object before pulling you into a pile of cushions under a separate tent.

You spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with Hyejin and eventually Jiyoon, you learned a lot about Qeca and their various traditions plus a ton of gossip which Hyejin seemed to know a lot about.

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The air was still warm even though the sun had set hours ago. The pavilion where the ball was being held was lit by only lanterns and the moonlight. It was fitting for the theme, midnight, everyone was dressed in dark blues and black with pale stars or moons tastefully placed on skirts and suits. You were dressed very similarly in a plain deep blue gown, not nearly as dressed up as the two princesses who left your side to head to the dance floor. Unlike the heat of the day, the nights were cool and it became more noticeable as you drifted farther away from the crowd around the dance floor. In Qeca there were hardly any trees that blocked the sky so you got the perfect view of the night sky, out of sheer boredom you began counting the stars and completely forgetting the world around you.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to ignore you but since you showed up, I guess I’ll have to leave.” you said before you turned away from the railing you were leaning against and heading back towards the crowd. The heat was already getting you in a bad mood, not to mention the nasty sunburn you had received earlier in the day, and this was the last straw.

“Just wait, I really need to talk to you!” he called while following after you. “I want to make everything right between us, like it was before.”

You ignored him and kept walking while trying not to lose your temper, you were finished with all this drama and were beginning to regret your decision to become Jiyoon’s lady in waiting.

“I want to apologize.” he called as a last attempt to catch your attention and it worked.

“You really are an idiot Prince Sehun,” you exclaimed as you whirled around to face him, you found him with a smug smirk on his face which made you even more irritated, “Saying sorry or apologizing doesn't fix everything, its like putting a band-aid on a broken arm, it doesn't do anything!” At this point, the smile was gone from his face which was a small triumph for you. “It’s going to take more than just saying sorry for things to go back to the way they were before this whole mess happened.” With that, you stalked away back to the dance floor trying not to let him make your night even worse.

At some point during the night, Baekhyun offered some sort of wine he claimed would ‘loosen you up’ which you reluctantly took and drank with much encouragement from him and Chen. By the end of the evening, your mind was foggy and you felt really….. Weird, you had never had any sort of alcohol before and you guessed it was just something that came with drinking.

“What happened to you?” Jiyoon said as she and Hyejin came up to you. You were completely out of it and were holding onto a pole to keep yourself from falling over.

“Baek and Chenie gave me some weird drink and now it feels like my brain is inside a pillow.” You sighed Jiyoon took your face in her hands and started inspecting it.

“Baek? Chenie?! What's wrong with you?” She exclaimed turning your face in her hands. She poked one of your cheeks and you giggled before falling forward and leaning your head against her shoulder.

Hyejin let out a huge sigh and smacked her head. “The wine, I should have known something like this would happen.”

Jiyoon whirled around as best she could while supporting your at least 6 inch taller figure, “What do you mean ‘the wine’?” She exclaimed which woke you up from your almost asleep state, you yawned and shushed them both before closing your eyes again.

“Well,” Hyejin began, “Qecan wine is a whole lot stronger than regular wine so if she drank some, especially if she hasn't had alcohol before, she's probably pretty messed up. I should have kept an eye on her, it's my fault”

“Let's get her back.” Jiyoon said as Hyejin came over and draped your other arm over her shoulder. At first it was hard to start moving, it felt like you had two left feet and both of the girls were a lot smaller than you.

“It's not your fault,” you mumbled as your head drooped to the side, “I drank it because Hunie made me sad so it's his fault.”

“Hunie?” Jiyoon asked, “Do you mean Sehun?”

“That's the one,” you slurred as you felt your eyelids get heavier. “He made my heart hurt a lot.” That was the last thing you remembered before you fell asleep against a shoulder. You vaguely remembered a pair of strong arms picking you up before you woke up the next morning with a pounding headache.

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“SeHuN?! How did that happen?” Hyejin exclaimed lowering her voice when she remembered the sleeping girl on her shoulder. “Your brother is kind of a jerk.”

Jiyoon sighed, “He is kind of a jerk but he means well, but I don't even know how that started.”

“It's kind of odd though, I’ve known your brother for my whole life and he's never had interest in girls that goes deeper than their makeup.”

“I know, I don't think he knows how relationships work and I don't want Y/n to be hurt because of it, I think he really likes her and I think she likes him too.”

Hyejin giggled, “They really do seem perfect for each other don't they.”

“They do but I don't think they realize it.” Jiyoon said as they continued to drag their tall friend back to the palace. A few minutes later they were stopped by somebody coming to help take their friend back to the palace.

“You really don’t have to do this Sehun.” Jiyoon said as her brother picked up Y/n and put her on his back.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” With that, he walked away from the two princesses and started heading back to the castle.

“You’re warm, I like you,” You mumbled into his neck. He only smiled and replied with “I like you too.” Before he put you back in your own room where you collapsed onto the bed.

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“I’m still angry about you giving me that wine so I don’t know why you’re trying to joke around.” You huffed. You were at a rest stop in your way to Meadazia while Chen and Baekhyun were joking around. “My head is still pounding thanks to you two.”

“Admit that you’re thankful we gave that to you or else you would still be mopping.” Chen teased.

“And how were we supposed to know that you’d never had a drink before.” Baekhyun followed. You frowned at them while they just laughed.

“I’m going to go find someplace to lay down away from you two and all your annoying jokes.” You got up and stomped away from the two giggling boys to go find a nice tree to nap under. You wandered, lost in thought as usual while trying to find a nice spot to sit. Where Qeca was hot and dry Meadazia was hot and humid, you had passed the border a while ago and there was a stark contrast. You could practically feel the moisture gathering on your skin as the caravan travelled through the dense jungles and you were over hot weather. You were brought out of your thoughts as the one and only prince you hated grabbed your arm.

“You dropped this and it seemed important.” He said as he handed you back the notebook you hadn’t even realized you’d dropped.

“Thank you, your highness.” You mumbled as you bowed your head. You could practically feel the tension in the air and it definitely wasn’t making things any better.

He rubbed the back of his neck and he seemed… Nervous? The Sehun you knew never got nervous. “They’re getting ready to leave again and I was wondering if I could uh…. maybe walk you back.” He asked spitting out the last few words like they were chilli peppers burning his tongue. You just nodded and followed him back to where the carriages were waiting.

The heavy vegetation of Meadazia didn’t stop at the surrounding jungle but continued into the city with vines snaking up buildings and tree sprouting up wherever there was space. The people lived in harmony with the jungle and you had never seen anything like it, they used their surroundings for everything but at the same time treated the forest like it was a living being.

The ball was a whole other story. Because of the canopy glow bugs lit up the entire jungle city including the ball, they floated through the air illuminating things like tiny floating stars. Most of the party’s fashion was following the styles of Meadazia with loose pants and skirt with close fitted tops, and the nature theme made it even better with the sea of greens. The night passed with little to no issues, you chatted and danced with the guys and even met Chanyeol’s you see brother Daeho Who was an angel. The only issue arose when Chanyeol’s sister Sejung threw a fit because she didn’t like the music or something. You hardly talked to or even saw Sehun which you were sort of glad about but for some reason it made you uneasy. Overall Meadazia was a beautiful place and you were really happy you got to go.

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Unfortunately, you were in for more warm weather as you headed to Edesea, thankfully it was a port city so it wouldn't be too warm. The road there was very rocky as it was built off cliffs but Minseok kept you entertained by telling you many things about his childhood and his country. Apparently when the boys were younger they snuck away from the palace and decided to go cliff jumping at the edge of the city, it was all fun and games until Jongin got caught in a fisherman’s net, Kyungsoo got pooped on by a seagull, and Baekhyun got a piece of seaweed in his pants that he thought was an eel ad started freaking out. Long story short, they all got in loads of trouble and were forbidden from going to the cliffs for an entire year. Your entire visit was filled with stories like that as you wandered the streets and the castle with Minseok as your guide, the boys would float in and out and Sehun continued to act… different. You were at the market and Baekhyun and Yixing had left you alone to go find some food stalls, you had been browsing the various fabric stalls looking for some fabric to make pants for yourself so you could finally give Yixing his back.

“Chanyeol and Jongin ditched me, do you mind if I hang around you?” Sehun asked. Somehow he appeared in front of you between the rows of hanging fabrics and materials, it was odd how he kept showing up around you but you were about to send him away when you remembered something.

“Alright,” YOu smirked and crossed your arms, “You can come IF, you carry everything I buy.” You were almost one hundred percent sure that he would leave but to your surprise…

“Sure.”

“What?!”

“I said sure so let's get going.” He said nonchalantly. You stared at him in disbelief, the Prince Sehun that hardly ever did things for anyone but himself agreed?? He noticed your expression and shot you a smirk to which you only glared back, that smirk was making you hate it more and more. You didn't want to fight this battle so instead you sighed and kept walking, Sehun followed behind you as you wandered through the various market stalls.

“What are you shopping for anyway?”He asked as you stopped in front of a stall with tons of work grade fabrics hanging.

You sighed as you kept sifting through the fabrics. “I need to find fabric to make pants so I can give Yixing his back.” you picked up a sample of material to inspect it closely while he still hovered behind you.

“Why do even need pants?”He asked as he stood beside you and started looking through the samples next to you.

You were starting to get irritated as you continued to walk down the table covered in samples. “Have you ever tried to wear a dress or a skirt?? They’re heavy and long and hot especially when you're wearing long sleeves and it's hard to do any other movement than walk and sit down in.” you huffed out as he followed you down the table, the heat wasn't doing anything to help your mood.

“If you're so hot why don't you just wear short sleeves?” He asked and you stopped in your tracks, nobody ever asked you that before and you were momentarily dumbfounded.

You mumbled, “It’s complicated.” before you grabbed the fabric you decided on and went up to the vendor. You purchased it quickly and gave the bundle of fabric to Sehun before saying something about how you should go back and meet up with everyone else, he told you he needed to get something and you should go ahead so you left back to the main square.

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The masquerade was ocean themed which made sense since it was a port city but it was much more extravagant than the others. People had on extravagant headdresses and different pieces hanging off of them, they were covered in various ocean wildlife in a range of colours that made the ballroom look like it was full of a rainbow. Your dress was no exception, Jiyoon said yours was modelled after seafoam, something about Aphrodite and the goddess of beauty that you didn't really understand. To put it plainly you looked like a mermaid, the dress was tight but flared out around your knees and was covered in iridescent scales. Anyways you didn't really understand what seafoam had to do with it but you went with it anyways, at least you had one of the more normal dresses.

The dances and food they had were just as extravagant as the various costumes, Edesea really knew how to party. The boys went in turn teaching you the complicated and lively dances that were native to Edesea, you spun and twirled so many times that you felt like you were going to barf. You stayed far away from any wine or alcohol and overall had a great time but Sehun still lurked in the back of your mind. At one point you saw him dancing with another girl who you wouldn't recognize because of the masks but you felt a pang of something in your heart, you tried to brush it off and ignore it but he was in the back of your mind for the rest of the night.

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“These lights are making my headache five times worse than it already was.” you groaned as you rested your head against the window of the carriage.

“Did you drink any more of the wine last night, Jiyoon told us all what happened.” Yixing, who was sitting across from you, asked.

You groaned again and rolled your forehead against the cool glass hoping it would provide some relief from your head, spoiler alert it didn’t. “I didn't have anything to drink but all that dancing sure did a number on me.” Yixing looked at you confused, he obviously had no trouble with dancing at all seeing as that's how he spent almost the entire night.

Vraetis was easily the most advanced out of all the countries on the continent, all the bright minds travelled there to learn and create in their academies. The streets glowed with Neon colours at all times of the day and it would have been beautiful if it weren't for the pulsing in your head, people wandered past in clothing from all over the world with additions that were only native to the tech capital of the world. Of course, other countries had the technology but it wasn't as prevalent as it was here, the building almost reached the sky and there were automated billboards covering them all from top to bottom. You ignored the pain in your head and admired the city that was so different from everything that you knew and before you realized, you were at the palace. It looked like it was made out of mirrors, it must have been the only building in the city with no neon lights or flashing signs. It was taller than you imagined sticking straight up into the clouds but once you got inside it was even larger with 20 floors of just guest bedrooms.

The ball was tech-themed with reflective and holographic everything, most of the pieces people wore were more avant-garde with harsh lines and folds not the usual flowing dresses. Jiyoon took full opportunity of the modern aspect and stuck you into a holographic pantsuit, it literally made you look like a disco ball but at least you were comfortable. And you weren't alone seeing as Jiyoon joined you wearing a colour block jumpsuit and some really wild eye makeup. You definitely drew some eyes with your glitter covered outfit but by the time you reached the dance floor you were at the back of people’s minds. After a few hours, everyone you knew was on the dance floor or off socializing with someone else and you were left alone in a corner table hiding behind a large bouquet of flowers.

“I don't see why you needed to get fabric to make pants when you have these bad boys.” Sehun gestured to your sparkling pants as he took a seat beside you.

“Yes I think thee would be totally appropriate for working around the palace.” you retorted. “Besides, shouldn't you be off flirting with some princess.”

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, “Well I was but then I saw you over here and wanted to make sure you weren't drinking any more of that wine because we all know what happened last time.” You were lost for words, how did he even find out about that?

“You know about that!?” You spluttered out and he just smirked which got you even more upset. You sat there in silence trying to cool down while avoiding his eyes which you could feel on the side of your face when suddenly he stood up.

“Dance with me?” He asked.

You sat for a moment and contemplated your next move, ”And why should I do that?” you asked him.

“Because you have nothing better to do?” He shrugged. You took a few more moments to decide before you took his hand and he led you onto the dance floor. You were tentative at first but as the night went on you found yourself having a good time, better than you thought. But you still had an inkling of uncertainty in you that grew and grew until eventually you knew you had to leave, as soon as the song finished you pulled your hand from his grasp.

“I’m not feeling well, I think I should go,” You said as you started walking to the edge of the dance floor, as you walked you could feel the gazes of the other attendees watching your retreat and the prince following you.

“I’ll come sit down with you or I’ll walk you back to your room.” He said as he followed you through the crowd.

It felt like everyone’s eyes were on you as you turned around to face him, you already hear the whispers travelling through the crowd. “No, you’re a prince, this is what your life is. I can go on my own but you should just stay here.” You left before he had a chance to say anything else and just headed back to your room.

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You had been sprawled on your bed for about twenty minutes until you heard a knock at the door. “I’m sorry I left early but Sehun was just something else I promise I’ll make it up to you……” You said as you opened the door, you expected to see Jiyoon but were surprised to see the face of Prince Sehun staring back at you. “What are you doing here?!”

“I came to make sure you were alright,” He said plainly, “but know I want to know why I was being ‘something else’.” He smirked at you and you were tempted to just close the door in his face but you knew that would probably get you into more trouble.

“You should really go back.” you said trying to change the topic, and it worked.

“But it would be ungentlemanlike if I left you all alone,” he countered.

“It would be ungentlemanlike if you didn't head back down to the ball that being held for you and the rest of the royals.” you said trying to shoo him away so your heart would stop racing.

He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, “There really is no winning against you.” He gave you a small smile which really wasn't doing much for your current mental state. Suddenly he reached forward and placed it on your forehead and then your cheeks, you swear your heart stopped.

“You should get some rest, your face is really warm and red so you might have a fever.” He turned and left, as soon as the door was shut you fell back onto the huge bed. You were blushing and your heart was racing, what was wrong with you?

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You were bundled up since Matus was drastically colder than even Kera, you had only travelled a few hours and it was already so much cooler. You sat next to Jiyoon draped in blankets and huddling for warmth, muffled conversation filled the air between you and the two other men in the carriage with you.

“So we all saw you and Sehun the other night.” Jiyoon elbowed you in the side which jolted you awake. “What’s going on between you two?”

“There's something going on between them?” Junmyeon asked, “I just thought they hated each other.”

“You haven't seen the way they look at each other all lovey-dovey?” Jiyoon asked and he shook his head. You groaned and buried yourself farther into the pile of blankets and tried to block out their chattering for the rest of the carriage ride. Eventually, you fell asleep even through the freezing cold but your dreams were something else. They were filled with flames and familiar feeling faces blurred out by smoke, screams echoed around you but you couldn't move. You called out but nobody could hear and suddenly it all disappeared, you were back at the palace, in the garden and he was beside you, he took your hand and led you through the flowers, he was laughing and smiling but soon that was gone too. Another scene appeared but this time it wasn't a dream, it was more like a memory, it was a sunny day and you were in the garden of your old house with your mother and father when a woman approached. Your father told you and your mother to go inside while he went to talk to her, you peaked out the window at the woman and her entourage of unfamiliar men. They were talking and then the woman was screaming and flailing her arms, eventually, your father turned and came into the house while she left but you couldn't shake the feeling of her being somewhat familiar. You jolted awake to everyone in the carriage staring at you and suddenly you felt very nervous.

“What happened? You were crying and shouting and we were all worried and trying to wake you up but nothing would work.” Jiyoon was obviously worried and the others in the carriage were as well but before you could say anything the carriage lurched to a stop and you had arrived at the palace.

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Nobody brought the carriage ride up again except for Jiyoon who asked a couple of questions while you were getting ready but quickly stopped when she saw your uncomfort. Earlier in the day, you went out to explore Matus in all of its winter glory. You went ice fishing which was more difficult than you expected, you went sledding down the mountain slopes, and even went ice skating. At the end, you built snowmen and even had a snowball fight which was very disturbing to the people of Matus who were as cold and reserved as the weather. You tried your best to enjoy yourself at those times but you were so confused about your own feeling it was incredibly difficult and now you were heading to the masquerade even more confused than before.

The castle was a huge ice sculpture in the outside and a cozy cobblestone mansion on the inside. It was amazing how the hundreds of fireplaces that heated the inside didn’t manage to melt the outside. Unsurprisingly the grand ballroom was covered in ice, even the floor, which somehow people didn’t slip on. Everyone was bundled up in many layers of fur to keep them warm and without frostbite, you were incredibly nervous for some reason but you soon loosened up after dancing with all your friends. You spun and twirled around with every prince and even Jiyoon Before you finally gave out, after these past weeks you found dancing became one of your favourite things to do and you hating it seemed like the distant past. You were burning hot after all that physical activity so you decided to take a walk in the garden.

Every plant was covered with ice and snow, icicles hung from the trees and sparkles in the moonlight. You were enchanted by the starlight and lost in your own thoughts as you wandered through the garden, boots crunching in the snow.

“Lost in your own thoughts again?” Sehun asked as he came up to walk beside you. You let out an involuntary shiver and he grabbed your bare hands and placed them in his own warm ones, you were about to pull away but you left them. He looked at you when you didn’t pull away but instead, you grabbed his hands and kept walking, as you kept walking eventually you tucked yourself into his embrace.

“I like this,” he smiled as he snuggled back into you, “but what’s with the change of heart?”

You sighed, after all the thing you had done over the past few days you had come to a conclusion but you didn’t know how to say it. “I’ve just been thinking about me,” you told him as you kept walking, “and you.” You added in a quieter voice.

“And what’s the verdict?” He asked while tightening his grip on your hands.

You continued walking, trying to pluck up the courage to say it. “I think…” you stopped walking, “I think, I-I-I’m….. in love with you.” Silence fell over the quiet garden and you went stoic, thoughts were running through your head at a mile a minute until you finally looked over at Sehun and what you saw was not what you expected.

His eyes were full of love, not anger and not disgust but love. He lowered his head and captured your lips with his own, the kiss was full all the emotions you both shared and when you finally pulled away he picked you up and spun you around. Once your feet touched the ground he pulled you into his chest and wrapped himself around you.

“You have no idea how happy I am because…. because I love you too!” He said into your neck. You were in utter shock of what just happened but you were broken out the trance by those four words, ‘I love you too’. You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him back, it felt like you were floating on bliss and you never wanted this moment to end but eventually, it got too cold and you had to head back inside.

By the time you actually went back inside everyone had already gone back to their rooms and aside from the various servants, you were the only ones still wandering the halls.

“I’ll walk you back to your room.” He said and nodded before grabbing his hand and following him down the hallway still on a cloud. “Goodnight,” he whispered before giving another kiss and disappearing down the hallway, you never wanted this day to end. Jiyoon was already sound asleep when you entered so you changed as quietly as possible before climbing into bed and drifting to sleep.

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You woke up early the next morning and decided to go down the kitchens to grab breakfast for you and Jiyoon. On your way to the kitchens, you passed the garden and memories from last night placed an instant smile on your face, you were about to keep walking when you heard voices.

“You’d better listen to me Sehun, I’m your mother.”

‘Sehun’? ‘Mother’? The queen must be talking to Sehun. You poked your head around the corner and saw three figures, one obviously the queen from her decorative crown, the other Sehun which you knew so well, and the third was an unfamiliar girl standing next to the queen.

“Step-Mother, and we’ve already talked about this.” Sehun groaned. He was obviously very irritated but what about?

“You’re being very rude to Kanghee, she is your fiancée after all.”

Fiancee?

You let out a gasp and dropped the plate you were carrying which drew the three pairs of eyes, once you registered what was happening you felt your heart which you had so meticulously put back together shatter again. How could he not tell you and make you fall in love with him all over again, You picked up your skirts and broke into a run back to your room. The tears were falling freely as you crashed back into your room and tried to shut the door but something stopped it, you turned around to see Sehun with his arm stuck in the doorway.

“You had a fiancee and didn't tell me? How could you?!” You shouted at him while he pushed past the door.

“Just let me expl-”

“How long have you known?” You cut him off trying to hold back your sobs.

“Y/n-”

“How long?!” you demanded as he stepped farther into the room.

He stopped and let out a sigh, “ Since Lokya.”

“You mean that girl I saw you with, that was her?” you stuttered out and he looked away which was confirmation enough. “Get out.” you said as you back farther into the room.

“Y/n wait-”

“I said get out!” you shouted as he advanced closer to you.

“Leave me alone,” you shouted as you tossed a pillow at him, “You broke my heart for the second tie and I never want to see you again.”

He fell silent as he took in your words and was about to say something again before you cut him off.

“Get out.” At that point, Jiyoon walked into your room and immediately rushed over to you as she saw your distressed state. You had sunk to the floor and you buried your head in her neck when she came next to you, thankfully you heard the door shut and you knew he was gone as you sobbed into Jiyoon’s shoulder.

“I think I should take some time off.” you mumbled out and Jiyoon just agreed before you continued to sob.

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Jiyoon had agreed to let you take as much time off as you want under the circumstance you would write to her every week. You gratefully agreed and hugged her goodbye before you climbed into the carriage which was under orders to take you wherever you want, nobody knew what was happening except for Jiyoon and you were happy that way. As the carriage pulled away from the front steps you heard a familiar voice call your name and footsteps crunch against the gravel but you kept your eyes forward, refusing to let your heart crumble any more than it already had.

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“Idk what’s funnier The KS fans scouring the anti KS tag looking for...”

sea por puro morbo que se asoman al anti ks tag, pero cuánta inseguridad deben de tener para defender una historia que es imposible de defender?

Im gonna reply to this in english so that others can understand and i’ll start this LONG post by citing from an acquaintance’s blog:

Anonymous asked: what do you think about ppl who enjoy ks but acknowledge that it features a sexually and emotionally abusive relationship and enjoy the story but reject the notion of celebrating the actual relationship or sangwoo as a character? like they hate sangwoo or they might think he's a well written character but a shitty person? just curious bc i know there are ks blogs like that which idk if i should hate[…]same anon who asked about ks blogs that condemn the abusive relationship in ks. i just wanted to add ppl who want bum safe at the end of ks and who see the story as a condemnation of abuse itself

I see where you’re coming from with this but ks is not ~problematic~ media. It is garbage through and through. As someone who has read it, you as a reader are supposed to sympathize with the relationship at some points, it’s kind of emotional whiplash.

The story is barely there honestly. The first two chapters are about how Bum ended up where he is but every chapter after that is just constant violence and pain to not only Bum but to women and other gay men as well. The only thing keeping people reading is how fascinating we, as a society, find abuse. People are drawn to it and this author knows it. The torture is the only “interesting” part and it’s all the story relies on. The people who read it may not consciously condone the relationship but they’re still consuming media wherein the entertainment relies solely on the suffering of a mentally ill gay man.

I had a conversation w/ Dipper after some idiot mikayuu shipper kept coming after them on anon with really nasty messages that were just blatantly insecure about how Dipper condemned Mikayuu as incestuous. So I talked to Dipper and I told them how I ship *problematic* stuff like Mikayuu, but even so it was wrong of that anon to be so rabidly aggressive, and because people are in fact allowed to criticise *problematic content* and point out things that make them uncomfortable/things that display flagrantly awful themes and imagery.

And I hope every “anti anti” out there knows that the convo was perfectly cordial and productive after we left it at that. Thing is that these kind of ppl don’t get is that it’s not about it being fictional, it’s about how you consume media, how it shapes your views and tastes, cultivation theory, and how you respond to it. What you as a consumer are ok with seeing/what you want to see. This is why *problematic* faves are a thing, because i don’t hear ppl saying to automatically cancel everything prior to 2009 just because of the abundance of disgusting things like rape and gore in them, just that there should be an awareness of how media is now handled, created, consumed, and discussed--not only that, but to display more empowering and positive content across all genres, dark or not, now that we have the tools to do so properly. Nobody’s out there demanding things like cancelling reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer; just pointing out how awful characters like Spike and Xander are and how Joss Whedon’s Male Feminist™ views coloured the creation of Buffy.

KS is not an example of this because, like Dipper said, there’s nothing *problematic* about it in the first place: it is unmitigated garbage through and through.

It is solely about an author pandering to the thirstiest yaoi fans and playing with their fascination for abuse. The story is rooting for the “relationship” between Sangwoo and Bum, it puts Bum into explicitly humiliating sexual situations for the purpose of sexually arousing the audience; it puts him into harms’ way such as having his legs broken, being slapped and hit, nearly drowned, and even raped to the point of experiencing anal bleeding. Sangwoo’s repugnant mommy issues are displayed by blatantly homophobic/gender essentialist views by forcing Bum to wear women’s clothing and even buying them for him when they’re out shopping, making him do his housework, frequently commenting on Bum’s “feminine” qualities, always wanting to have sex from behind in a dominant position, referring to himself as the “husband” in the pair (gag), and even vomiting out of disgust after Bum asks if he can receive oral sex from him.

The “relationship” is all about how a serial killer/rapist--a monster--manipulates and hurts his captive into needing his attention, and preying on his mental illness and insecurities in order to keep himself safe from the attention of the authorities and then (as so many fans are apparently hoping for!) to mould his captive into his accomplice by hinting and prodding him about his abusive uncle.

For all the fans that protest about being painted as disgusting, who argue they like it for the “plot” and “psychological elements” and “dark theming,” they’re bullshitting. There are plenty of dark and psychological series out there that don’t market themselves on the appeal of an abusive m/m dynamic. There are plenty of m/m series that discuss difficulties in the relationship/show explicit sex without them playing up the looks and “brooding danger” of a sadistic murderer. And so far, all of these people who claim to like it for the “plot” have had as much porn of Bum in female underwear/of being fucked as their fellow fans, salivating over Sangwoo’s muscles, sledgehammer memes, fawning over Sangwoo calling himself the “husband,” posting excited reaction faces whenever Bum is raped they have sex. They hypocritically scorn the lgbt people/abuse survivors who object to Killing Stalking while holding up their token gay/abused fans and egg them on into heaping trash talk onto the others for spoiling their fun. I seriously doubt KS would even be half as popular and get such a defense if the relationship was m/f or f/f.

And for me, the last straw was when one of the most prominent KS fans turned out to be a disgusting transphobe who supports nonsensical American bathroom laws under the guise of “protecting real women” as well as reblogging from honest to god paedophiles--sorry, I mean “minor attracted persons.”

I’m down to watching and consuming dark, problematic media. I even have a nsfw tag here on my main and have discussed imagery like explicit sex and and violence and death with fellow authors and bloggers here. And I��m not scouring the tags (unlike some people) for “anti x” content to start fights over. It’s ludicrous for others to suggest that objecting to media like that is always born out of puritanism. But KS isn’t *problematic* nor does it deserve a defense--it is pandering to the lowest common denominator and making a buck off of people solely because yaoi makes them hard and they’re still acting like 13 year olds who think consuming violence makes something edgy.

#la-horrorosa #anti killing stalking

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WEEK 3 REPOST

RESPOSTING WITHOUT IMAGES AS HAD SEXUAL CONTENT AND DIDNT MEET COMMUNITY GUIDELINES :( The Museum of Innocence Objects, Souvenirs, Collections: beginning to make meaning with things and places. overall theme/idea(s)im thinking of looking into: sexual energies, erotic paintings, sex art and commitment, sex positive ,fluid worlds, visibilty, interconnection of art sex and science, sex and psychedelics, Sexual Intimacy and Its Connection with Aural Energy ,beyond the binary,sexual edcuation approach,form, Imagine you could bring any 5 (or 6 or 7) things together, to tell a story, to make a point, to illuminate a concept, to reveal an insight, to offer a portrait…What might those things be? 1. Louise Bourgeois Cuml l 1969 marble on wood base place on floor to be viewed from above clouds; not this intent but entangled with metaphors of male and female body parts that are simultaneously abstract and descriptive. breasts and penises emerging from a rippling fabric appealing and disturbing reveal and conceal 2.I would love to see a Tracey Emin installation as part of my exhibition more specifically her text pieces situation of a large wall really setting the mood and tying the ideas of the exhibition together. Something your guided to first .big fan of her white neon light text atop of a white wall. clean ,minimal 3.lynda benglis about her :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Kh23bD2-xw&app=desktop her works shocked back them but do they shock now ? provocative feminist icon your body and my body colour importance https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzPiwBKwdhk Two women, faces framed in tight focus, kiss and caress. Their interaction is silent, muted by Benglis' superimposition of a noisy, distracting soundtrack of appropriated AM radio: bawdy wisecracks of talk-show hosts and male callers, interacting in the gruff terms of normative toss up between screening the video piece or this particular photograph.(lifesized) body representational of gender fluidity untitled 4.Robert Gober untitled 1990 the made body,made vulnerable gender fluidity 5.Malcom Liepke the nonsensical idea that sex is something a woman gives a man, and she loses something when she does that encourage girls to see sexuality's as something they own What connections are being made? non censored bringing together artists to explore themes of sexuality and gender fludity creating a safe space for open conversations constructing and coming out How do different juxtapositions make + change meaning? sex positive environment in a different context Louise's works would perhaps not come across so sexually charged and identifiable. all have similar context and meaning to begin with as I chose works that adress and work with same topics just with different media and processes. begin to ask myself where this collection may best be understood? Lyndas more colorful works would stand out against the mentioned works so far, challeneged .confrontational. Does this change how viewer reads the overall? further research: inspiring artists: gustav klimt ,pablo picasso, Robert Mapplethorpe,Florian Hetz, Louise BourgeoisLa Fillette, 1968 / Avanza / Janus Fleuris, 1968 “sex work is art work. i love cuntemporary art <3 “ https://happymag.tv/heres-the-artist-people-listen-to-most-whilst-having-sex-according-to-study/ sound audio of exhibition to be considered https://www.elitedaily.com/entertainment/twin-artists-paint-stills-kim-kardashians-sex-tape/1574570 why great sex is an art form = what makes sex simply a physical act, and what makes it transcendent? Bad sex, or mediocre sex? mechanical exercise involving body parts, forgotten as soon as it’s over. disconnected,cliche,erotic improv, tracey emin(young british artists) reflection of own desires the female imprint on the genre of sex nancy nan goldin -themes of violence sex and drugs sexual dependency private vs public life UNTITLED Lynda Benglis 1974 parodying stereotypical gender roles, UNTITLED Robert Gober 1991 gahee park https://www.dazeddigital.com/artsandculture/article/30097/1/the-makers-of-this-sex-painting-kit-talk-bodies-and-art using the body as a tool and sex as a method to create painted piece brandon herman abject art- describes a body of work which incorporates or suggests abject materials, such as dirt, hair, excrement, dead animals, menstrual blood, and rotting food in order to confront taboo issues of gender and sexuality potentially curate a exhibition of abject art rather than traditional contemporary as it better fits themes I love exploring looking at exclusively abject art would also help have some cohesiveness to an exhibit but this is all still hypothetical. mixed multimedia This weeks texts/readings: museum of innocence Açalya Allmer offers a perceptive history of the Museum of Innocence, and the complex, meta-fictional relationship between Orhan Pamuk and his fictional characters, within the changing social and cultural context of 20th century Istanbul. obsessive collector meet fictional exhibition architecture and narrative of art collecting acquired objects before describing them in the novel and sometimes he found an object by chance after he had written about it instead of building his collection ‘in an atmosphere of clandestineness and concealment, of secrecy and sequestration, which in every way suggests a feeling of guilt only 50 people at a time so everyone can see unlike the great exhibtion how days were so busy you couldnt really view much new organisation was necessary for visitor circulation childlike modes of acquisition, from touching things to giving them names regards collecting as a tempered mode of sexual perversion ‘ We are attached to objects because of the experiences, joys or feelings of security, of happiness, of friendship, whatever we may enjoy in life, because we relate these emotions to corresponding objects. My protagonist is deeply in love, I would say infatuated, with Füsun; he had enjoyed immense happiness. Now, in order to preserve this, or relive this, he gets close to her and collects objects that remind him of those moments. I strongly believe that we collect objects because they make us remember our good moments.” pamuk interview relationship between history and space The reader of the novel visualizes the grater in his or her mind, actually creating each object in his or her unique vivid imagination. In the actual museum, however, the grater becomes a tangible, objective reality. When the reader sees the ‘real’ object in the actual museum, their dynamic and active imagination is then stilled or frozen. what happens if the display differs from imagination? what happens if the museum visitor has not read the novel ticket in the book to encourage people to read and get free entry two different entireties and experiences novel= not an explanation of the museum Susan Stewart,On Longing: looks at the nature of the souvenir, and the collection, considering the emotional and philosophic of the thing, and its accumulation. objects of desire body as a primary mode of receiving body and world experienced and imagined articulate and delimit each other authentic experience measurement for the normal and authenticates the experience of the viewer cultural codes domesticates the grotesque the souvenir by definition is always incomplete narrative of origins- interiority and authenticity sites and attractions are collected by societies but souvenirs are collected by individuals tourists distance and intimacy authenticate and distance past whilst discredit present present too alienating and not intimate directly lived antique as souvenir always carries the burden of nostalgia of which cannot be sustained without loss separation and restoration childhood cold/warm narrative used to invent the symbolic ownerships keeping body and soul together fetishstic value defined by intrinsic value values of consumer culture Anthropologist James Clifford offers a critique of a 1984 show at the Museum of Modern Art (MOMA), called '"Primitivism' in 20th Century Art: Affinity of the Tribal and the Modern." identifies structures of power and first world paternalism, beleives show is misguided and offensive. This is then an example of the conceptual act of bring things together being highly problematic. the predicament of culture you do not stand in one place to watch a masquerade modernism informing principles that transcend culture politics and history tribal is modern, and the modern more richly ,more diversely human power of the affinty mix n match pairing modern and tribal problematic common denominators but in fact they are and should be independent of direct influence redeeming appropriating otherness factual and discovery proposed question :could this intercultural encounter be told differently? reclassification an additional history that assumes art is not universal but is a changing western cultural category intergrate question boundaries

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Hi! how are you? (= About the last chapter of 19 days.. I don't fully get why people are so upset. I mean, I understand that everyone wants the situation to turn into a romantic sphere but I think that the things are quite premature for them at this point of the story. The dynimic we've just seen, it perfectly applies at the state of their relationship right now. Plus, I noticed like a sort of change in Mo. He is still annoyed by He tian but he's also like a spiteful cat that like to make angry

who loves him. I didn’t see him very angry with He tian like when he kissed him, for ex. Yes he’s annoyed as alwas but in the end he decided to made He tian even more angry. I think Mo starts to like this dynimic (If this make sense). In the end I could say that if He tian overreacted, is because (like he said more than once) he don’t like when Mo use a bad language XD What do you think?

hi, anon!! aah, i’ve been having a bit of a hard time these past few weeks if i have to be honest, which is why this reply comes so late (sorry!!), but im trying to pull myself together, thank you for asking!! i hope you’re doing well!!

as for this last 19 days chapter, i can’t pretend i wasn’t a bit disappointed with it, especially at a first read, and even if now i can look at it in a more positive light, i still don’t really like how he tian resorted to violence again when dealing with guan shan

i do agree with you that things are still too premature between them to even think about them jumping into a relationship, or suddenly becoming overtly romantic: they still need to get to know each other better and learn how to be together on a more equal ground, and that will take some time. as you said, i think the dynamic we’ve seen in the chapter is perfectly coherent with the journey they had up until now, but unlike other tianshan chapters, where i always felt like they moved forward even if just a tiny bit at a time, in this one it was the first time i felt like they made a slight step back, or at least that he tian did

(the rest under the cut because it got long again;;;;;;)

of course their relationship is always going to be characterised by this push-and-pull dynamic they have, even years down the line when they’ll be happily bathing together, but at some point he tian will have to stop being so forceful for things between them to work, and i personally thought that after guan shan’s reaction to the kiss and after everything he went through with she li, he tian would have finally known better than using with violence with him again (and as i said in a previous ask, i CAN understand why he tian acts like that, but it can be an excuse only to a certain point)

it’s actually a bit surprising to me that a lot of people seem to think that guan shan is the one who has to change first, but i don’t know if it’s just because im being too biased towards him;;;;; however, even trying to think as objectively as i can, i still think he tian is the one who has to make the first step in the right direction. you compared guan shan to a spiteful cat, and i think that’s fitting, tho maybe i would describing more as a feral one: he has been kicked by the world and hurt by people so much, that his first instinct when approached will always be to attack to defend himself; if you answer to that behavior with violence or lose your patience, you will never win him over, but if you always treat him with kindness then maybe he will come to trust and love you

plus, guan shan IS moving forward in this chapter in a way, though that is up to interpretation. im just going to redirect to this post here because this is already way too long, but basically it sums up with this: guan shan is always expecting the worst from people, from he tian as well, but he is slowly learning that maybe he tian doesn’t have bad intentions or an ulterior motive (we can’t expect him to go from 0 to 10 in just a couple of days, tho)

but in the end they’re just two 15 years old kids who went through a lot of stuff, so we can’t really expect their journey to be a smooth sailing, we just need to give them the time to grow!! i guess in the end the upset reaction a lot of people had about this chapter was due to the fear of seeing their progress being slowed down or getting halted like it happened with zhanyi, but of course i can only talk for myself!!

#19 days #tianshan #ask #anon #y'all are probably tired of my long ass answers and to hear me apologise but i really am sorry #i always try to contain myself and cut stuff and yet here we are #im also afraid that im not making any sense or explain myself well #ANYWAY #thank you for sending me those messages anon!!#maybe let me know your thoughts on what i wrote if you want?#and if you can get to the end of it in which case you deserve a prize #i hope you're having a wonderful day anon!!

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Ok So

im on my shit again cause pragerU is still makin fuckin’ videos time to yell about PragerU - The Least Diverse Place In America

(0:08) They had me in the first quarter, im not gonna lie, i thought this would be some interestin social justice piece and that maybe prageru’s obvious racism and ignorance were instantly solved by this Charlie Kirk guy. I was so wrong.

(0:28) Okay because there still totally isnt racism on college campuses or anythin’??? and like a ton of misogyny??? that isnt addressed at all??? ever??? but sure dude okay, lets act like colleges are good and perfect.

(0:46) So this is just ... I mean he sounds like an idiot who did zero research already but here we go. Can’t wait to have a straight white guy tell me about queer acceptance.

(0:59) Umm no not at all, people will still forever be homophobes and transphobes and every other phobe on the block. Also who the fuck signs a consent form for sex? They’re not doing kinky shit they’re caricatures of a man and a woman kissin’. Also seriously dude? Experimenting? This isn’t the fuckin’ 80′s, we know people are gay for sure and that people know full well what the hell they’re doin’. Experimenting is the way straight people have been disenfranchisin’ actual gay feelin’s for ages and this dipshit is perpetuatin’ that while tryna’ claim that these issues are “been there, done that,” as if anythin’ is solved. Fuck you already Charlie you clearly don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on in the world.

(1:04) If I had a dime every time I heard some conservative asshole talk about this in relation to safe spaces alone I think I’d have enough money to pay for my tuition. Barely.

(1:10) Ye, that thing racists, homophobes, and straight up nazis try to say is an issue because of us nasty liberals. I know the phrase and I know you’re boutta’ spew some bullshit about the first amendment, hit me already.

(1:21) ... Have you been to a college campus ever dude? Seriously, this is an honest question. I don’t even think hes been out in the real world if he thinks conservative ideas are radical or that colleges shut down “diversity of thought.” They shutdown bullshit because bullshit questions don’t need to be asked.

If a nazi asks “Why don’t we kill all Jews?” We do not attempt to explain to them the immorality of genocide nor do we explain to them their ignorance for thinkin’ that Jewish people are somehow the issue in their lives instead of their own mediocrity. We ignore them and move on, as we should. Because they’re fuckin’ idiots.

(1:25) You mean society, right? All of society does is indoctrinate you into a specific way of thinkin’. College isn’t special in this, every single region, culture, and subculture, even on accident, will attempt to indoctrinate you to their way of thinkin’, that’s just how it works naturally. We learn and grow from new experiences and interactin’ with different people, it’s an incredibly important part of our growth. College is an incredibly diverse place where we can do that!

(1:36) I don’t know if you know what’s up politically but people on “The Right” like to defund schoolin’ and bash on our teachers for no reason. So yeah ... they’re gonna’ be more left leanin’ considerin’ who their enemy is when it comes to literally makin’ a wage high enough to pay rent and eat food.

(1:46) ‘Cause no conservative signs up ‘cause they know their antiquated ideas will be shutdown in two seconds because colleges are, often, forward thinkin’ institutions that want to include many different people as they possibly can instead of lettin’ some white middle class straight cis asshole tell other people what to do???

I’m not even overeactin’ here, every experience in college i’ve had with a white conservative man who is my superior has been hellish and degradin’, it sucks. You give assholes power and they become bigger assholes, it’s how it works dude.

(1:59) What kind of conspiracy theory bullshit are you talkin’ ‘bout. No one’s paycheck depends on victims ‘xcept ... well no one. Ever. In the history of everthin’.

(2:10) My core being is superficial to you? What the fuck dude? My pride in bein’ an Italian American, Wiccan, liberal, demisexual, polyamorous, transgender woman is important to me, it’s at the very core of who I am, not some superficial mask I put on. What I am is what I fuckin’ am and that shit that makes me a unique individual is important. Fuck you Charlie.

(2:13) What!? What the fuck!?

How is glorfyin’ who someone is at their core superficial and how is it destructive? Who hurt you Charlie? Who told you that positive feedback and kindness and love is harmful?

(2:16) The only thing destroyin’ real learnin’ is a) people bein’ willin’ly ignorant to honest to the gods facts and b) the fact that republicans are defundin’ education like a mother fucker.

(2:25) a) We’ve all learned from Shakespeare dipshit. He was a surprisin’ly forward thinkin’ man for his time period and wrote what is considered to be some of the greatest works of art in the western world. b) Who isn’t readin’ Shakespeare cause he was a white man? I still do, I enjoy his shit. I know plenty of other queer people who enjoy his shit. What are you gettin’ at here?

(2:34) N- ... no it doesn’t dude. I’m literally a queer woman on a college campus. I am accepted into a group despite my transness and ethnic background. Everyone, black, white, asian, and so forth, speak to each other with respect. Genders, while not treated equally by the old, conservative staff, all get to say what they want and are given equal value in conversations. I live in Texas, not a very liberal place, but I still experience more acceptance and confidence than I ever did with even my parents.

This is clearly bullshit right wingers pull to split apart people in the left by claimin’ that our actions somehow divide us even though, if recent protests and counter protests held by the left against the right proves anythin’, its that our differences unify us. Unlike all of you middle class cishet white asshats.

(2:42) No.

Even ignorin’ my experiences, I’ve never heard a single issue with liberals excludin’ other liberals. It’s always conservatives who either exclude or get pissy when their radical ideas get them excluded. Same with radical liberals really.

(3:03) Has it? Also does that matter? The issue is that we have a stupid amount of people in poverty and a stupid small amount of rich people who are stockpilin’ money that is ruinin’ our economy.

Look I actually like capitalism as a concept, I also like communism, and socialism, hell I even like a monarchy or a tribal system where chieftains and elders hold votes. These concepts (both the economic and ideological ones) on paper are all perfect and good and do more harm than good.

The issue is that in practice, here in America, capitalism is ruinin’ lives as we speak and is goin’ to lead to an international crisis sooner than later on both an economic and environmental level. Capitalism, as it stands, is unsustainable, and our stance needs to change.

(3:06) No? When? Can you give me an example because if you mean places like Cuba or China or North Korea or the Soviet Union those were all communist regimes that acted more like dictators than representatives of their people. Real ass communism hasn’t really been done outside of small communes. People are just too power hungry for their own good, the only difference with capitalism is that their avarice is given praise by the masses.

(3:14) Do not act like we alone made some kind’ve ever lastin’ peace. Do not act like we haven’t instigated violence in the Middle East like it’s a fuckin’ game of Hearts of Iron IV. We, as a nation, are warmongers at worst and war profiteers at best.

(3:21) Because as well all know poor people do not commit crimes because they’re poor and aren’t given a way out of their shitty economic situations no no no, they do it because they’re black and play the victim card.

And of course slavery didn’t both ruin the lives of millions of people by makin’ them and their descendants poor and underprivileged, black people are poor because they choose to be violent and lazy. Obviously.

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(3:29) Maybe because they’re wrong when they say this shit and we don’t want old ideas that don’t work or are objectively wrong or based too highly on subjective thought.

(3:37) I think Trae Crowder said it best when talkin’ ‘bout the nazi bullshit in Charolettesville, “They’ve been losin’ battle after battle, fight after fight for 200 years in this country and these are their death rows.”

Your stupid ideas are fallin’ off, the reason you have a voice right now is because you’re gettin’ desperate and so are the old rich assholes who are afraid taxes will empty even 1% of their fuckin’ pockets who give you the money to even exist.

(3:34) And that’s what they do! And we look at what people on the right do and we all cringe because it’s stupid! We’re not all closeted entitled fuckin’ rich kids goin’ to ivy league schools on our parents dime! We know what the real world is and it’s fuckin’ tough and scary and everyone is pitted against us. We know these things. Dumb fuckin’ bitch. I’m seriously tired of this guy right now.

(3:50) ... ... Did this dude not think we know what liberal means?

(4:12) Noble goal, I wish the rest of America would adopt this kind of “Melting Pot” idea, we’d prolly have way less issues honestly.

(4:25) ??? Why are you mad that people are bein’ kind and decent ???

(4:31) Thanks for usin’ actual terms in an attempt to disenfranchise them of any real meanin’. The same shit is happenin’ with the word triggered so y’know, not really a new tactic. Also one that doesn’t work on changin’ minds. This entire channel is an echo chamber I swear.

(4:35) Wow he’s ... stupid huh. The words mean what they mean asshole. Maybe ask one of your queer friends? You’re diverse in thought, right? Oh wait no your diversity of though doesn’t take queerness into account. Because you’re an asshole.

(4:52) ... No.

Like literally no, where do you get this idea from? Other liberals do not think like other liberals, there is infightin’ in EVERY culture, includin’ college campuses you fuckin’ dipshit.

I’m sorry I’m mostly just callin’ him a dumbass cishet white asshole middle class piece of shit but I’m really pissed off with his willful ignorance.

(4:54) No, it’s not. The two things do not compare.

(5:01) You mean what queer, black, and many other disenfranchised people have been doin’ for ages? Okay.

(5:12) No. Shit.

Video over. I want to die. I hate this dude so much.

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Psycho thrillers: five movies that educate us how the attention cultivate

Power, savagery, fatality and reality the movies can educate us plenty about lifes large-scale concerns. From the Godfather to Groundhog Day, five psychologists pick the cinemas that tell us what realizes humen tick

Ten days ago in London, the Hungarian director Lszl Nemes hosted a preview screening of his film, Son of Saul. He explained that if beings didnt want to stay for the Q& A afterwards, that was fine; he wouldnt take personal offence. The gathering chuckled politely. Thats the last laugh youll have for a while, he told them.

Son of Saul Photograph: Rex/ Shutterstock

He was right: Son of Saul out in the UK on Friday is what you might call a taxing watch. Set in Auschwitz in 1944, it presents a era in living conditions of a Sonderkommando, a Jewish captive forced to work in the gas chambers, disposing of the deaths organizations. Almost every frame is filled by the beyond brutalised face of a mortal fated to die and already living in hell.

The film armies you to grapple with “the worlds largest” frightening moral selections imaginable. Should you delude your fellow prisoners into thinking theyre just going for a shower? Can you square a duty to truth-telling with a responsibility not to justification farther damage? Son of Saul requests topics few dare to pose about the human condition. Numerous movies from the sacred to the debase do the same. Here, five leading psychologists look at the classic movies that explore how human beings work.

Groundhog Day by Philippa Perry

Freud caused his patients the chance to re-edit their narrations

Andie MacDowell and Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Image: Allstar/ Columbia

In Groundhog Day, weatherman Phil Connors lives the same day over and over again. At one point, he has a schmooze in a forbid with two drinks: What would you do if you were stuck in one region and every day was exactly the same and good-for-nothing you did mattered? That simply summing-ups it up for me, replies the wino. Summarizes it up for a lot of us.

Freud inspired patients to tell their narratives and got them to free-associate around their narrative to find out how they thought and experienced about themselves. This rendered his patients the chance to relive, re-examine and maybe re-edit their narrations in terms of the room they impart themselves in the present. Our earliest context has a profound impact upon the americans and anatomies, to a great extent, how we watch and interact with the world.

When we firstly satisfied Connors, played by Bill Murray, whatever happened to him in his past has shaped him grumpy, contemptuous, disruptive and insulting. He is trapped in the narcissistic defence of assuming he is superior to everyone else and we consider parties being circumspect around him and not enjoying his company. In psychotherapy, we often talking here self-fulfilling revelation if you expect everyone not to like you, you behave defensively and, hey presto, your prophecy starts true-life. Being caught in the same day is a metaphor for how he is stuck in this pattern.

Groundhog day also illustrates object relations belief: the hypothesi of how we find bad objects( a negative influence from our past) in objectives that are around us in the present. To find our bad object we search for and find negative characteristics even when, in other peoples sees, there used to be none. For precedent, at the Groundhog Day gala that Phil reports on from the small town of Punxsutawney, he can only determine hypocrisy and satire, whereas the TV creator, Rita( Andie MacDowell ), discovers the grace of institution and the delight it brings to the people. In object relations theory, the relevant recommendations is that the psychoanalyst was becoming good object for the patient, and with the psychoanalysts facilitation individual patients learns good objects where hitherto they could not. Rita is Phils good object and the catalyst in Phils transformation. Her influence begins to rub off. He detects the joy of educating himself in literature, art and music. He acquires out about beings, assisting them and befriending them rather than writing them off and finds out that this has its own reward.

The tradition of Punxsutawney is that if the groundhog, too called Phil, can see its shadow on Groundhog Day, the town will get six more weeks of winter. It takes Phil the weatherman quite a long time to see his darknes more, but when at last he does, the working day miraculously moves on. In Jungian assumption, the darknes refers to negative various aspects of your own personality that you reject and project on to others. There are also positive aspects to the darknes that is still conceal from consciousness. Jung said that everyone carries a shadow and that the less it is embodied in the individuals awareness life, the darker and more destructive it has the potential to be.

Although we dont have the indulgence of living in the same day for as long as it is also necessary in order to recognise how we sabotage ourselves, our missteps do have a garb of happening often enough for us to become aware of them. What remains of our lifespan is hour enough to do something about it.

Philippa Perry is a psychotherapist and the author of the graphic tale Couch Fiction .

The Godfather by Steven Pinker

It explains why the impulse for savagery derived to be a selective programme

James Caan and Marlon Brando in The Godfather Photograph: Moviestore/ Rex/ Shutterstock

The Godfather is not an obvious choice for a mental movie, but its stylised, witticised savagery alleges often about human nature.

Except in war zones, beings are extraordinarily unlikely to die from savagery. Yet from the Iliad through video games, our species has always apportioned time and resources to destroying simulations of violence.The brain seems to run on the adage: If you want quietnes, prepare for conflict. We are mesmerized by the logic of promontory and menace, the psychology of alliance and sellout, the vulnerabilities of their own bodies and how they can be employed or shielded. A likely interpretation is that in our evolutionary record, brutality be a major enough threat to fitness that everyone had to understand how it works.

Among the many subgenres of violent presentation, one with perennial appeal to brows both high and low is the Hobbesian thriller a storey set in a circumscribed zone of chao that saves the familiar trappings of our times, but in which the exponents must live beyond the reach of the modern leviathan( the police and judiciary ), with its monopoly on the legitimate use of force. Examples include westerns, spy thrillers, battlefield dramas, zombie holocausts, seat tale and movies about organised criminal. In a smuggled economy, you cant sue your rivals or call the police, so the credible menace( and occasional expend) of violence is your one protection.

The godfather of Mafia movies is, of course, Francis Ford Coppolas The Godfather trilogy. The screenplays are a goldmine for remarks on the human condition in a state of nature, beyond such constraints of modern institutions. Four wrinkles stand out: in the opening stage, Vito Corleone, having promised to mete out some bumpy justice on behalf of a victimised undertaker “whove been” abandoned by the American leviathan, demonstrates how reciprocity provides as the plaster of traditional societies: Some era, and that day may never return, Ill call upon “youve got to” do a service for me. But until the working day, accept this justice as a gift on my daughters wedding day.

The opening panorama of The Godfather

Following the tragic death of his eldest son, Vito addresses the heads of the rival violation households and shows the tactical rationality of evident irrationality: Im a superstitious male. And if some unlucky coincidence should befall my son, if my son is struck by a bolt of lightning, I will accuse some of the people here. Elsewhere, he elaborates: Coincidences dont happen to people who plow collisions as a personal insult.

A foot soldier of one of these adversaries explains why the inclination for savagery advanced to be a select programme , not an indiscriminate bloodlust or a hydraulic pressing: I dont like violence, Tom. Im a businessman. Blood is a big expense.

And for all our hotheaded counsels, Michael explains the knowledge of ensure your ardours: Never hate your foes. It feigns your judgment.

Steven Pinker is Johnstone family professor of psychology at Harvard .

Rushmore by Dacher Keltner

It shows us that to consolidate in dominance, we must unite others

Jason Schwartzman in Rushmore. Photo: Rex Shutterstock

All art, French social theoretician Pierre Bourdieu debates, is an expression of social class, from the music you experience to the trinkets you put on your walls. Few cinemas, though, have undertaken the class subdivide between the haves and have-nots as imaginatively as Wes Andersons 1998 cinema Rushmore.

The film reveals at Rushmore Academy, a prep school in Houston, Texas, and tells the story of the friendship between schoolboy Max Fischer( Jason Schwartzman ), the son of a barber, and rich industrialist Herman Blume( Bill Murray ). They both fall for a lately bereaved teacher at the school( Olivia Williams ), and resort to misguided tactics to triumph her affection. As this timeless strife undoes, the film illustrates various following principles class and dominance uncovered in psychological science.

The first that affluence is rising unethical and socially detached action is on display at a birthday defendant for Blumes sons, who attend Rushmore Academy with Max. The two sons greedily shred through a collection of presents( and are most enjoyed by a crossbow ). Nearby, Blumes wife flirts blatantly with a young man, while Blume sits far away from the mayhem, languidly convulsing golf balls into his dirty pool.

The puddle vistum in Rushmore

This scene captivates recent considers showing that upper-class individuals are more disposed to impulsive and socially aloof behaviour, including misconstruing others ardours, swearing, lying in recreations to win prizes and flouting the regulation of the road.

Navigating power structure, such as prep schools, is the cause of stress for lower-class individuals, and can heighten levels of the stress-related hormone cortisol. To adapt to such social emphasizes, people from lower-class backgrounds reach out and is attached to others a second principle of class and influence. Studies find that it is parties from lower-class backgrounds who share more, collaborate, attend to others carefully and do acts that unite others, a intend by which they can rise in strength when paucity the advantages of lineage. With brilliant detail, Anderson accompanies this principle to life in Maxs defining social inclination: forming sororities. Max is at the head of every imaginable guild, including the beekeepers culture, the kung fu golf-club and the astronomy squad all touching, quaint acts that discover a deeper principle at participate: to increase in dominance, we must unite others in common cause.

Dacher Keltner is a prof of psychology at University of California, Berkeley .

Altered Nation by Sue Blackmore

It plays with the question of what we mean by reality

William Hurt in Altered Regime. Image: Moviestore/ Rex/ Shutterstock

Ken Russells Altered Position is based on a wild time in the 1970 s, when a whole lot of professors took hallucinogenic drugs. One of them, John Lilly, started working with isolation containers where you swim in saltwater in total stillnes, resulting in absolute sensory deprivation with resultant vivid imagery and bizarre sensations.

The films hero is a scientist called Eddie( William Hurt) who starts experimenting with psychedelic drugs to explore other countries of consciousness and our notions of actuality. At one point he emerges from his isolation tank having been transformed into an parrot but Im not so interested in this kind of hopeless fantasy. What interests me is how the cinema manages the altered commonwealths of consciousness. We know that when you take hallucinogenic drugs of this kind, a very early hallucinations are simple, colorful, geometric decorations. Passages and spirals are common, as they are in out-of-body and near-death knowledge. The movie has batch of passageways, and a wonderful maelstrom near the end, where Eddie is being sucked away into oblivion. That is all extravagant cinema material, but the maelstrom leaves a good suffer of hallucinatory know-hows, and is rather well done.

Lilly was trying to understand the nature of actuality, and thats what this movie gamblings with. What do we make by world, regardless? You might say that what we know, and what Eddie in the film presupposed, is that there is a physical actuality and our intelligence interprets it, and that hallucinations are not real. But if you make a hallucinogenic drug into most peoples mentalities, they get remarkably similar experiences.

A lovely detail in the film is where Eddie starts for a formality with an indigenous tribe in Mexico. He is given a tonic, goes into an extreme adjusted territory and considers flows of idols coming out of his body. The hotshots are not real in the sense that there are no white-hot lights flowing from us, but lots of people who take those same doses appreciate the same thing so there is a kind of reality here, a kind of shared experience.

In consciousness analyzes, we struggle with the hard question of consciousness. It is a deep riddle how do subjective know-hows arise from objective intelligence task? We dont know. Numerous people, myself included, say there isnt actually a hard problem. We become dualists in childhood we think that recollection and psyche are divide and thats why we have a problem: how can the knowledge arise from the intelligence? Somehow, we have to see how the two are the same circumstance. Many people have these hallucinatory suffers, or go through intense customs, and claim to have achieved non-duality. We dont get that explanation in this film, but it would be amazing if we did.

Sue Blackmore is a writer, professor and visiting professor at Plymouth University .

The Seventh Seal by Susan Greenfield

Its about the psychology of parties the hope you are going to be better

Ingmar Bergmans film is so striking and implacable, unlike most movies nowadays. A knight, returning from the Crusades to plague-ridden Sweden, is visited by Death, a pale-faced, black-cloaked attribute. They play out a chess coincide which, if the cavalier triumphs, will stave off his demise.

The Seventh Seal

The fact The Seventh Seal is in black and white and was reached in the 1950 s is evidence of its staying appeal, in the same way Greek misfortune weathers it is something that speaks of eternal appraises, folks hopes and anxieties, and is not dependent on current culture. It has been satirised, most famously by Monty Pythons The Meaning of Life, in a sketch in which Death transforms up at a middle-class dinner party. Its funny, but it doesnt detract from the original, where everyone is fated at the end. It is the opposite of the joyous stops of movies we have now.

The film has a very dark, nihilistic feel to it in an age when people are soft and easy. There is one panorama where one of the specific characteristics, an actor, is up a tree, and Death comes to looked through it. He expects him who he is, and Death says he has come for him. The man adds its not his time, he has his performance to do. Death enunciates: Its cancelled. Because of death. All the fantasies and hopes you have are annulled because of death.

Im not recognizing also that Bergman was inevitably expounding any particular mental assumption, but he does talks about the silence of God, which perhaps for many parties echoes true. I think it is about the psychology of beings the hope that you are going to be better and different, to think that you can get away with things.

The knight goes to confession and starts to tell the priest about the chess move he is going make and, of course, the clergyman is Death. You cant overcome fatality and all of us are playing chess with demise, in a way hoping well be the one who wont get cancer, wont have a heart attack, that this happens to other people , not us. I think there is that mentality in numerous parties, and this film brings it home to you. I am an rosy party, and it clears me appreciate life because of its highly transient and arbitrary nature.

Susan Greenfield is a scientist, scribe, broadcaster and a member of the House of Lords .

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Groundhog Day by Philippa Perry

Freud caused his patients the chance to re-edit their narrations

Andie MacDowell and Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Image: Allstar/ Columbia

Philippa Perry is a psychotherapist and the author of the graphic tale Couch Fiction .

The Godfather by Steven Pinker

It explains why the impulse for savagery derived to be a selective programme

James Caan and Marlon Brando in The Godfather Photograph: Moviestore/ Rex/ Shutterstock

The Godfather is not an obvious choice for a mental movie, but its stylised, witticised savagery alleges often about human nature.

The opening panorama of The Godfather

And for all our hotheaded counsels, Michael explains the knowledge of ensure your ardours: Never hate your foes. It feigns your judgment.

Steven Pinker is Johnstone family professor of psychology at Harvard .

Rushmore by Dacher Keltner

It shows us that to consolidate in dominance, we must unite others

Jason Schwartzman in Rushmore. Photo: Rex Shutterstock

The puddle vistum in Rushmore

Dacher Keltner is a prof of psychology at University of California, Berkeley .

Altered Nation by Sue Blackmore

It plays with the question of what we mean by reality

William Hurt in Altered Regime. Image: Moviestore/ Rex/ Shutterstock

Sue Blackmore is a writer, professor and visiting professor at Plymouth University .

The Seventh Seal by Susan Greenfield

Its about the psychology of parties the hope you are going to be better

The Seventh Seal

Susan Greenfield is a scientist, scribe, broadcaster and a member of the House of Lords .

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Psycho thrillers: five movies that educate us how the attention cultivate

Son of Saul Photograph: Rex/ Shutterstock

Groundhog Day by Philippa Perry

Freud caused his patients the chance to re-edit their narrations

Andie MacDowell and Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Image: Allstar/ Columbia

Philippa Perry is a psychotherapist and the author of the graphic tale Couch Fiction .

The Godfather by Steven Pinker

It explains why the impulse for savagery derived to be a selective programme

James Caan and Marlon Brando in The Godfather Photograph: Moviestore/ Rex/ Shutterstock

The Godfather is not an obvious choice for a mental movie, but its stylised, witticised savagery alleges often about human nature.

The opening panorama of The Godfather

And for all our hotheaded counsels, Michael explains the knowledge of ensure your ardours: Never hate your foes. It feigns your judgment.

Steven Pinker is Johnstone family professor of psychology at Harvard .

Rushmore by Dacher Keltner

It shows us that to consolidate in dominance, we must unite others

Jason Schwartzman in Rushmore. Photo: Rex Shutterstock

The puddle vistum in Rushmore

Dacher Keltner is a prof of psychology at University of California, Berkeley .

Altered Nation by Sue Blackmore

It plays with the question of what we mean by reality

William Hurt in Altered Regime. Image: Moviestore/ Rex/ Shutterstock

Sue Blackmore is a writer, professor and visiting professor at Plymouth University .

The Seventh Seal by Susan Greenfield

Its about the psychology of parties the hope you are going to be better

The Seventh Seal

Susan Greenfield is a scientist, scribe, broadcaster and a member of the House of Lords .

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