Ain’t nobody throwing him in prison, so his freedom of speech isn’t being violated.
Also, learn what speech is exempt from it, like, for instance, fighting words. Words that by their very utterance inflict injury, and speech that incites an immediate breach of the peace, kind of like, yknow, saying you want to exterminate all of their kind of people. Basically, talk shit get hit is 100% protected.
I swear people that yell about Freeze Peach have no idea what it means. If you provoke someone and then they act on that provication, then it’s on you, not them.
What does this say about you, though. When you are the one who starts a conflict with this man, then escalate it into a physical confrentation. The bottom line is that if this guy is just sitting there, doing nothing, then all he's really guilty of is having an opinion you don't like and by attacking him for his opinion you not only sink to his level, but you strengthen that Nazi's conviction, because you've acted in the exact way that makes him think you're inferior. Don't punch Nazi's, because while violence may settle conflicts, only words can resolve differences.
If fresh air is in such demand in Delhi that capitalists can make it a commodity, then maybe people should start pressuring the Indian government to put better restrictions on how much pollutants companies can put out instead of uselessly bitching about capitalists providing something that people want.
Indiana Jones. Great character, hates Nazis. Punches and kills his way through them. Still loved by all.
Everyone loves Batman! Doesn’t like Nazis.
Wonder Woman, showing people how it’s done.
Even the villains don’t tolerate Nazis!
Like, the Joker is seen as one of the most notorious villains in the DC-verse, and he just is about to beat the shit out of the Red Skull.
More examples:
And just the sheer amount of times Captain America, literally a character to signify the freedom of the US of fucking A, has punched Nazis is bordering the line of excessive.
So all of this media ranging from different decades and companies have all endorsed Nazi punching. However, as soon as this happens:
Everyone loses their shit! “Violence begets violence!” “That isn’t the way to do it” “How dare he attack that man!” “Don’t put out fire with fire!” “You’re just as bad as them if you’re violent!”
But here’s the thing. It interrupts their platform. It shows that they are not invincible. It shows that they are not protected. It shows that they are going to be held accountable for their spouts of hate disguised as freedom of speech. It shows that there are consequences for their words.
I’m not saying that I’m going to seek out Nazis just to punch them, but I’m not going to stop anyone who’s doing it either.
Does art imitate life or does life imitate art? Either way, we should be punching more Nazis.
It's amazing how stupid these people are. Batman and Cap beating up Nazis is cool, because they aren't actual people, they're characters to live vicariously through. In real life those Nazis are real, thinking people and attacking them for voicing their opinions is wrong, because it gives them justification to do the same thing to us, only they won't stop at just punching people. Oh, and just as an F.Y.I, this dehumamanization of people we don't like is exactly how Hitler justified the holocaust. Just think on that.
Not bad by any means, very clever twist at the end, and lots of giffable scenes, but… that was supposed to be that 200th, celebratory episode? The 100th was way better. At least there they went balls-to-the-walls with the ridiculous, self-parodying plot. Honestly, the opening episodes with the whole “Celestia and Luna don’t do squat whenever there is a problem” felt more like something they’d do for 200th.
Yeah, expected something better, this felt like a regular ep.
I’ve gotta disagree. After all the time that’s been devoted lately to new characters what better way to celebrate 200 episodes than to put the focus back onto the characters we all fell in love with to begin with?
What an absolutely idiotic thing to say and a complete misrepresentation of what it means to give ground in a debate. To give ground is to admit when your opponent has a valid point, because no matter how repulsive one side may be it doesn’t automatically mean everything they say is false, or that what they are saying doesn’t deserve to be addressed.
It was a beautiful day outside. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming….
And drug dealers were creating superhuman serums to make a superpowered army.
So it was a typical Tuesday in the city of Maretropolis.
Spike, aka Humdrum, quietly sighed to himself while he watched the abandoned warehouse from his vantage point through a pair of binoculars/camera. Inside was where the super serums were being made, but more importantly an informant for the police had tipped them off that Gladmane, the evil billionaire crime lord that was funding the whole operation would be making an appearance today to check on progress. So it was decided that the girls would appear at a public event all day today to make it look like they were busy while Spike would make use of his non-existent public awareness to stake the location out and signal for when Gladmane showed up.
For the past three hours he had been laying on the rooftop of the building across the street. He had to beat up a few thugs that were standing watch, but compared to superpowered beings it was as easy to take them out as swatting a fly. After restraining them on the first floor he had made his way up to the roof and rolled out a thick blanket, made himself cozy and started watching.
At this point he was almost hoping somebody would discover him so he could have something to do by beating them up.
Spike put the binoculars down and rubbed his eyes.
“I am so fucking bored.” He muttered, before forcing himself to resume watching.
It was only his training that stopped Spike from yelping in surprise as a familiar weight laid on top of him and a voice whispered in his ear.
“Maybe I can help with that.”
“Matter Horn?”
He managed to twist himself around until he was laying on his back and sure enough he was face to face with his secret girlfriend.
“What are you doing, you’re not supposed to be here?”
“The girls have things covered, nobody will notice that I slipped away from an hour.” Twilight grinned like a cat who had cornered a mouse and pressed her body closer to his so that there noses were touching. “Now what can we do to alleviate that boredom?”
Spike shivered, feeling her soft breasts squishing against his chest. He knew he should stop her, that the mission was more important than getting their rocks off, not to mention the scandal that would happen if two superheros were caught having sex in public, but the feeling of her body pressed against his and the flowery scent of her hair made him lean up and push their lips together.
His one arm held her around the waist and the other by the back of the neck to keep her steady as they kissed. Twilight’s hips ground against him in small circular motions, massaging the quickly growing bulge in his pants. Their lips smacked as their tongues wrestled for dominance. His hand slid lower and gave her round ass a firm squeeze, making her squeal into his mouth.
“Mmm, someone’s feeling bold.” She teased.
“Says the woman who snuck off for a booty call.” He fired back, before trailing a line of kisses along her jaw and down to her neck.
A throaty moan slipped past her lips as she craned her neck to the side to give him better access. “I-it not just a booty call.”
“Oh?”
She pulled herself away from those wonderfully soft lips and sat up.
“I know you still don’t get the respect you deserve from people and you gave up a chance to be in the limelight to make this mission happen.”
Spike frowned. “Twilight, you know I do this because it’s the right thing to do, to keep you and the other safe.” He reached up and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I don’t care about any of that fame stuff anymore.”
“But we care, I care.” She leaned down and kissed him tenderly, then gave him a naughty smile. “And I want to show you how much I care.”
She slithered down his body, never breaking eye contact as she took the tiny zipper of his costume between her teeth and pulled it all the way down. Entranced, Spike absentmindedly shrugged off his purple and blue uniform so Twilight could tug it down all the way to his knees.
Twilight giggled as his erection sprang free. “Someone’s eager for their reward.”
“He’s always eager to see you.”
“Flatterer,” she mock-scolded while wrapping her dainty fingers around him.
He hissed, letting his head fall back as she stroked his shaft, pumping him with slow, firm strokes. She squeezed him in intervals with each pass her hand made while her other mischievous hand cupped his balls and fondled them. Spike’s hips started to make shallow thrusts up into her hand as her pace increased.
When a bead of precum oozed out of the tip and slid down the crown of his head she decided it was time to get serious. Leaning in she stuck her tongue out and placed it flat against the base of his shaft, dragging it up to the head where she greedily lapped up the first tastes of her own reward.
“Oh fuck, Tw-ngh, Matter.” He grunted, almost letting her real name slip.
He grunted even louder when he felt her lips close around his head and slide down to take more of his cock into her mouth. She continued to swallow him until hitting the back of her throat. Unfortunately, the angle they were at wouldn’t allow her to deepthroat him, but she made up for that by jerking the last of his thick shaft with her hand and sending her tongue into overdrive. Her velvet soft tongue lavished the underside of his shaft as she took him in deep and danced wildly around his head when she came back up.
It took everything Spike had to keep himself quiet while he watched the incredibly erotic sight of Twilight sucking his cock. His hand tangled itself in her hair, assisting her with the motions which earned him a deep moan that sent vibrations through him.
Her pace started to increase as he started to throb inside her mouth, signaling his approaching orgasm. She forced herself to take more of him in, pushing into her throat and making her gag slightly. Her cheeks hollowed out from how hard she was sucking. He throbbed harder in response, spilling a constant dribble of hot precum into her mouth witch she quickly swallowed.
Spike was trying as hard as he could to hold off and prolong what he was sure was the best blowjob in the history of blowjobs. It was impossible though, the sounds of her sucks and loudly slurping at his cock all while she stared up at him with her beautiful amethyst eyes only amplified the incredible feeling of her warm mouth wrapped around him.
“M-Matter, I’m gonna cum!” He groaned.
Hearing it was time, Twilight withdrew herself, until only the head remained in her mouth. Her hand quickly took over, furiously pumping his shaft. Her tongue did once final lick around his head before it relaxed and with a wordless cry Spike began pumping ropes his load of cum into her waiting mouth.
Twilight moaned as her mouth was filled with the hot, salty treat she had been craving all day. There seemed to be no end to Spike’s torrent as his cock continued to throb and continued to give her more and more, until her cheeks were puffed out trying to hold it all.
Spike’s hips twitched and jerked, until he finally felt his orgasm begin to taper off. Feeling drained, he slumped back, panting for breath.
“Holy… shit.” he said in between breaths.
Twilight, feeling him start to go limp, gave one last suck to draw the last of his cum out, before pulling off him completely. Spike watched with wide eyes as she licked up a droplet of cum that had managed to leak out, before looking him dead in the eye and swallowed everything he gave her in once gulp.
“Mmm! You taste delicious!” She practically purred.
Twilight was surprised by Spike bolting up and crushing their lips together.
“You are the sexiest woman in the world.” He growled, roughly grabbing her breast and kneading it through the thin material of her costume.
“I know,” Twilight moaned, “but tell me again, anyway.”
Instead of doing that Spike kissed her again, pushing his tongue past her lips without waiting. Twilight quickly tugged the zipper down on her own costume, nearly tearing the top half off and letting her heavy bust bounce free. He kissed his way down, licking and nipping at her exposed skin, until he reached her breasts and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it feverishly. She cried out and pulled wrapped her arms around his head while his other hand fondled its twin. Twilight gasped, grinding her soaked crotch against his rock hard cock. When he pinched her one nipple and bit down on the other it proved too much for her too take.
“Fuck me,” she commanded, and he obliged.
Pulling the rest of her suit off and kicking off the rest of his, Twilight straddled his lap.
Spike took a moment to admire the woman on top of him; hair devilish, face flushed and absolutely beautiful. He wondered how in the world he was so lucky to call her his girlfriend.
Twilight ground herself against him, coating his shaft with her juices in preparation.
“I love you.” He said in a whisper, gripping her hips.
Twilight rose up, lining up his tip with her gushing entrance. “I love you, too.” And impaled herself on him.
Both of them swore as Twilight felt herself stretch to fit him inside her and Spike felt her velvety soft inner walls tightly squeeze him.
“Ha! Oh fuck, you’re so deep!”
Twilight’s hips bucked, shifting him around to touch every part inside of her.
With a deep breath Twilight raised her hips, feeling the euphoric sense of fullness leave her, before slamming her hips back down again. The two quickly built up a rhythm with Spike thrusting up in time with Twilight’s bounces. He sat up and kissed her again, one hand on her hip and the other one grabbing her bouncing breast. Twilight fisted his hair and pushed their faces together hard enough for their lips to bruise, not that either of them cared in the slightest.
Not wanting things to end too fast Twilight slowed her pace down, rolling her hips and squeezing him tighter to better feel him. Spike got the message, resuming teasing her neck with kisses while his hands explored the rest of her body.
“I wish we could do this forever.” He mumbled, nipping at her collar bone.
“M-me too.” Twilight hummed as she felt one of his hands grope at her ass again.
She cried out when he took her nipple back into his mouth again, sucking on it even harder than before.
“More.” She mewled.
Spike obliged, grabbing her other breast and fondling it. The other hand delivered a sharp, open handed slap to her backside. She let out a wordless cry, so close to losing control. She just needed one more push to go over the edge and Spike knew exactly how to do it. The hand on her ass glided over her hip, caressed her stomach, before sliding down and giving her clit a pinch.
Twilight mashed their lips together to muffle her scream as her hips bucked furiously, slamming down on his cock. Spike could feel his second orgasm coming and from how tightly Twilight was gripping him he could tell she wasn’t far behind.
“Matter, I can’t hold it!”
“It’s okay,” she gasped, “go ahead, I want you to feel you cum inside me.”
Those were the magic words and with one last thrust the two came together with muffled screams of ecstasy. Spike filled her womb with burst after burst of cum, even more than his first orgasm, while Twilight’s walls milked his cock for every drop, soaking his lap with her love juices.
The two lovers fell back completely spent. They panted, feeling their hearts beating wildly inside their chests. They were content to stay like that for awhile, cuddling together with Spike’s semi-erect cock still inside her.
“I’m glad you liked it.” Twilight murmured, ready to fall asleep on top of him.
The two were suddenly broken out of their love drunk state by the sound of a car door slamming closed on the street below them.
Remembering why he was here in the first place Spike swore, the two of them fumbling to detach themselves and peak out at what was going on.
“There’s the man of the hour.” Spike said, raising the binoculars up and seeing Gladmane and his security stepping out of a black truck.
A few men walked out of the warehouse and greeted them and shaking hands, before they headed inside.
“Okay, we should call the others, then make our way to one of the windows on the east wall for a few more shots, just to make sure we’ve got enough proof.”
He was about to leap off the building when Twilight grabbed him and yelled, “Wait!”
“What, what is it?”
“We’re naked, you dummy!”
“Oh… right.” Spike gave an embarrassed laugh, imagining how awkward it would have been to jump into the middle of a crime den in nothing but his mask.
“We can’t just throw out suits on either, we’re filthy!”
“Er, right, um… here!”
After a rushed clean up using the blanket, a roll of gauze, and more than a few wet wipes, the two were suited up and ready for action. Spike was about to jump off when Twilight whispered in his ear.
“If you take out more bad guys than me, then I’ll let you do me in the bu~tt.” She sang, before leaping off the building.
Spike’s brain took a few seconds to reboot, before he leapt after her, determined to take down every single person in that building by himself.
Yeah, this is absolutely wrong. See, when you are intolerant of someone’s ideals, for example; you deny a group the right to advocate thier ideals because they simply hold those ideals, you create an oppressed class of people. An opprrssed class has every right to hate their oppressors and therefor in their eyes you justify any action they take against you because you are oppressing them. To be intolerant of intolerance means that you must let everyone express their ideals, to not do so makes you just as bad, if not worse than the people you oppose.
Well, that’s why it’s called a paradox: if we do not let the intolerant, then they might call *us* intolerant. If we do allow them voice, we risk losing that freedom altogether.
Yes, but that's not what the comic is trying to advocate. The comic is trying to advocate for deplatforming and silencing opinions you don't agree with, which is the exact opposite of being intolerate of intolerance.
This really should have been the point where Ladybug and Chatnoir revealed their identities. Not only would it have made the earlier episode in which Marinette talks with Chatnoir about their feelings come full circle, but it also would have given us something to be majorly hyped about and something that is desperately needed at this point for season 3, a change in the dynamic.
I’ve enjoyed the love-square and the little teases the show has given us as much as any other fan, but I’m also getting a little sick of it. Think about it like this; over the course of two seasons, how has the relationship dynamic between Adrien and Marinette or Ladybug and Chatnoir really changed?
There is enormous potential to explore their feelings, like Marinette having to understand that Chatnoir’s cocky and flashy personality is more inline with who he really is than the perfect boy she’s built up Adrien to be, or Adrien having to see the always strong and confident Ladybug he loves floundering around as Marinette. Their perception of each other would be totally changed and allow the show to evolve.
But no, now we’ll have to go through another season of only getting little teases and fake-outs to keep the status quo, until the season finale, because the show likes to save its cards for late season and you know they’ve going to wait until the end to play their ace.
I’m excited to see how this new villain will play out, but honestly I’m not as excited for season 3 as I was for season 2.
Idea - Sky and all the boys going to the beach after she got her confidence back about the scar on her chest, so when she steps out of the changing room she’s wearing a bikini. Naturally the scar gets the attention of the seven boys who didn’t really know about it so they’re a bit fixated on it. Sky takes the opportunity to tease them about staring at her boobs, though possibly later she gets them all into a quiet spot for some “group activities.”
Yeah, this is absolutely wrong. See, when you are intolerant of someone's ideals, for example; you deny a group the right to advocate thier ideals because they simply hold those ideals, you create an oppressed class of people. An opprrssed class has every right to hate their oppressors and therefor in their eyes you justify any action they take against you because you are oppressing them. To be intolerant of intolerance means that you must let everyone express their ideals, to not do so makes you just as bad, if not worse than the people you oppose.
Hey there, I REALLY did enjoyed those Mother/Son incest stories between Rally (CPAU) and his mom Glacia. Though their relationship is a bit taboo, it is nice the two have a special type of “bond” together~. And I’m just curious; will we be seeing a comic adaptation of said stories? (Just asking)
I’m glad you like ‘em, but having a comic adaptation at this point would really be up to someone else and that person would really have to be doing it for the love of it at this point. It’s definitely not a priority for me personally.
Whenever I have writer's block I like to read something that will piss me off, like a fic where a character I love is completely bastardized and motivates me to write something better.
It could be worse Drace. You could be on hour six of your nightshift job, not having napped before coming in because you forgot you made plans to hang out with a friend and are now sitting in the lunch room wanting to cry because you know as soon as your done you have to go straight to your other job. But anyways, hope the crickets shut up so you can get some sleep.
I think that if they did Cadence and Celestia would put on a girl on girl show for both of them, but they’d make Rally and Shining do the same in exchange.
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