They want to change the rules of a race, to say you canât sprint to the finish line, because the white man didnât win? Was Joshua Jackson supposed to stop running because white dude was almost at the finish line? GTFOH!!!
Unbelievable that people act like he was cheated out of a win. Everyone knows if you have a sprint left in you, you give it your all. Congrats Joshua Jackson!
When people in power start changing the rules mid-game because theyâre about to lose, thatâs not competitionâthatâs control. And when it keeps happening in ways that disadvantage Black competitors, weâre going to call it exactly what it is.
Same thing we are seeing with the MAGA Cult Republican Party. See themselves losing so instead of changing their ideas and how they are governing the American people they decide to rig the election. It's something many white people do on the regular.
If youâve got a sprint left, you run. Period. The real issue is people trying to move the finish line when they donât like whoâs about to winâand weâve seen who that tends to impact.
Run your race.
Donât move the finish line.
And donât get quiet when the pattern is obvious.
Summary: Sitting in the winter garden, there were Namjoon and you alone, surrounded by beautiful vegetation.
Playing chess was not the idea you had in mind when Namjoon said he wanted to "show you something new" and you had waited too long to waste this opportunity with the dark-skinned boy.
âThis isnât going to workâ you said snorting after the third chess game you lost against Namjoon, your best friend. He was trying hard for you to learn to play because it was his favorite hobby and âI didnât want to share it with anyone elseâ.Â
Being honest with yourself, this made you feel like a fucking bitch because you considered saying no to him. So, there you were, failing in every attempt.
âHmm, itâs fine Y/N. It doesnât matter.â He said, making a face of disappointment and your heart broke into a thousand pieces.
Some time ago you had recognized the attraction you had for the dark-skinned boy, but your friendship was very valuable to spoil it for a simple lustful night. So you waited a few months to be sure about your feelings.
The problem arose when he told you he was going on a world tour and for a long period you wouldnât see each other. It was the first time you felt like you almost had a heart attack.
You were ready to show your feelings towards him, you wouldnât waste any more time. You should try at least, because there was a 50% chance that he would reject you, 25% that he would tell you that he only wanted to be your friend (probably because he was gay), 20% that he already had someone special or something, and 5% that he would like to try dating you. So sad.
He had started to keep the old-fashioned chessboard that had hand-carved pieces of wood, a great family heirloom, and you just stared at nothing, waiting for a plan to fall from the sky to save the situation. âWhy canât this be more... fun!?â You asked while mentally beating yourself.
Suddenly an idea came to your mind and a small heat radiated your body, blushing your cheeks while a smile pulled your lips.
âWhatâs wrong?â Nam said smiling, infected by your expression.
âCould we try it one more time?â You begged, bulging your lips. âY/N seriously, itâs not necessary. You tried. Letâs do something that doesnât bore you, okay?â
âIâm not going to get bored, definitely.â You thought with great desire to say it but instead you proposed: âI want to do it one more time, but weâll have to change the rulesâ. âHow do you want to change them?â He asked as he crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. He was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt that showed his long arms subtly toned. You imagined many scenes with just that image, which was enough to make your mouth water (and also other parts). You bit your lip to contain yourself and then said, as you rearranged the pieces on the board. âEvery time someone loses, we must remove a garment.â
He looked at you with plate eyes. âIf you run out of clothes before the end of the game, you lose and if I checkmate, too.â Your countenance was perverse.
Now, he was watching you with his hand on his chin, analyzing the situation. âAnd what happens if I win?â He said suspiciously, you twisted in the chair trying to hide your discomfort. âWhatever you want, and if you lose, Iâll do whatever I want with you. The same for you, if I lose you can ask me anything. Neither of us can refuse.â You explained, as you reviewed the thinking features of the dark-haired boy. âOk.â Was the only thing he said, and he set out to make the first move.
Both played safe at first, moving the row of pawns, bishops and horses. But the war began when you attacked directly to its defenses, getting the loss of a piece.
He set out to continue with the agreement and took out a ring that he was wearing in his right hand. âThatâs cheating.â You complained. âItâs part of my attire. Also, comparing the clothes you wear, Iâm certainly at a disadvantage.â You snort at the cunning of your friend as you watched one of your bishops fall. You took advantage of his trick and took out your earrings, which generated an annoyance for the man who sat in front of you. âWe can both play this, baby.â You said side-smiling.
A couple of winning plays forced you to take off the tight jeans that you wore and of course he was ready to see that show. Your best friend had seen you in a bathing suit that summer though. But this was a new level because your pastel pink lingerie revealed more than the bikini. And if you were going to do it, you should do it right.
You got up from your chair and turned around, turning your back on him. You knew that he wasnât going to take his eyes off you because of the anticipation you generated. You slowly unzipped your jeans and then slid it gently down your hips, legs and you leaned up to your ankles, exposing yourself before him with sideways movements. You left it on the floor and when you turned again to take a seat you found your eyes. The half-open mouth and a little sigh gave you the tone that he liked what he had seen.
Your turn. Defeating a tower, you watched his shirt fly away to reveal his languid and marked torso. It was much better than you remembered. He had been doing too much physical exercise in these months that you hadnât seen him. Definitely reached the expectations of your wet dreams: when you imagined yourself under his body, kissing your neck and collarbones, leaving marks on your body while claiming yours, with a deep voice and moaning his name in pleasure.
"Blouse out.â You heard that he said smugly as you descended from the clouds. He had knocked down your last defense by staying only with a pawn, a rook and the queen to protect the king. So you subtly slipped the blouse over your head and threw it straight into his face, provoking that beautiful laugh that made his dimples and eyes stand out like two halfmoons.
You knew you were ruined so you thought a little about your moves to save the situation. You concluded in a few seconds that you only had one option left. You moved the queen forward two places and you waited. You knew he would use his to counterattack and in that moment, you took your ace up your sleeve. While he was thinking, you brought your chair to the small square table and placed your hands in the shape of a flower on your face, you bulged your breasts, which were only covered with your bra, to generate distraction. With a pout on your lips you said: "Will not you let me win?" Adding a lot of tenderness to your voice. But Nam wasnât stupid and even though he couldnât stop looking at your breasts, he said "checkmate".
You got up from your seat looking surprised at the board because you thought that at least you had one more play, the one that would leave you in the exquisite black boxers that stood out from his short pants.
No matter the pieces you moved in a desperate measure to protect the control, he did not stop telling you that the game was over.
You were afraid for your purity (although you no longer had it, which did not matter) because his look was not the kind you normally saw in Nam but one that denoted predation.
"What will I do with you now?" He said slowly rising from his place and positioning himself a few centimeters from your body. You could feel the heat emanating from his torso on the sensitive skin of your abdomen. Looking up, you found yourself with lascivious dark eyes. You opened your lips and sighed when he put one arm around your waist while the other grabbed your chin. "If you think I didnât realize your intentions, you're wrong."Â He said arrogantly. He pressed his crotch on your thigh and you could feel how excited he was. A moan escaped from your lips, which was rather regretful because you were already feeling a bit needy. The hand on your chin moved quickly to the back of your neck pulling your hair a little and, taking advantage of your open mouth, he connected, in a warm kiss, your lips with his.
Nam carried a paradise in those full lips that you had always wanted to kiss.
He played with them for a little while.
When your body yielded to his mercy, he reinforced his grip, so you wouldnât fall while your hands went up his firm abs to rest on his chest. A grunt on his part made you give way to his tongue in your mouth. He dominated every corner of it like the good strategist he was. He licked, bit and pulled at your swollen lips, and the sensations he produced were incomparable to others you had experienced before.
The air claimed your lungs when you could not anymore, and exhaling with difficulty you two separated.
"I think I just discovered my new hobby" he said with a lascivious smile, as he pushed the pieces off the table and sat on it to continue laughing, his kissing session.
Did you want more? Hahaha
I've been trying to do something new with Nam, I hope you liked it.
- Admin JiÂ
At the end of Episode 7, Good Jason makes it back to his original universe⊠BUT we also discover another Jason made it back as well. (We saw them both try to buy guns.)
In Episode 8 we find out that multiple Jasonâs made it back - at least 4. One attacks Evil Jason and is killed in a fight. The other two are stalking each other, until finally two of them finally meet at the neighborhood bar.
So⊠the rules again! Until now, the various universes seemed independed of each other. They might contain a Jason, they might not. BUT in this episode, weâre told that these are all branching universes⊠each created by a decision or experience by one Jason that causes the universe to split off - essentially creating 2 Jasons (then 4, then 8, etc).
This is such a massive change. There was no sign of this occurring before. And how come Evil Jason, who has made over a 100 jumps and made many major decisions, hadnât experienced this yet?
Based on the original rules⊠multiple Evil Jasons could have kidnapped multiple Good Jasons and swapped places with them. As those Multiple Jasons tried to find their original worlds, you could see how they might cross into each other. But nope - itâs branching universes now.
Introducing this new rule in episode 8 of 10 feels like a cheat. The show as a whole has been slow to get moving. The first 2 episodes could have been condensed into one. The next 4 episodes were mostly just wandering the multiverse. Here at episode 8 the producers realized the season was almost over and they needed to speed things up.
Whatever happens, if there is another season, I wonât be back because Iâm sure they will be changing rules again.
Israelâs war on Gaza live: No end to war without âvictoryâ â Netanyahu
Israelâs war on Gaza live: No end to war without âvictoryâ â Netanyahu https://www.aljazeera.com/news/liveblog/2024/2/7/israels-war-on-gaza-live-israel-pounds-gaza-as-truce-diplomacy-continues
Israel just canât stop giving people more reasons for loving them. đđ€đđ
Fortunately there are still voices of reason:
The chairman of the Yisrael Beytenu party and former deputy PM of Israel has issuedâŠ
At last, the mods of Rule34.xxx are cracking down on roleplay and DM requests in comments. I wish they'd add a "hide comments" feature, as well. I just hope they don't further follow e621 and Gelbooru's lead and start banning people for as little as expressing a desire to fuck character, though I can live with that. The absolute deal breaker would be a ban on, and deletion of, 3D CG images. I signed up precisely so I could upload and fave such works.
What I wouldn't oppose is a ban on photorealistic AI-generated art of real people. I mean, deceased pre-Internet figures like Marilyn Monroe are one thing. But even without legal and ethical concerns, I'd rather not see full-frontalsâfake or notâof, say, Bryce Dallas Howard, thank you very much.
