WHAT'S THE GIG?... one of jabber's neighbors has gotten consistently worse with her accusations. first, she said it was meth, then heroin, and now... dope! but what can he do? especially when he has his favorite client over while she's busy bangin' at the door...
featuring... dopeboy!jabber x reader.
WHAT'S THE MOTION?... NEIGHBORS by J. COLE. 1k words. modern au. neighbors are implied assholes. racial profiling if you squint... SMUT. weed references. jabber might come off as having an accent idk. stoner!reader. UNPROTECTED SEX. implied situationship with jabber. reader is black. use of the n-word.
luvrs note : lowkey considerin' making this a series of some sort if i can figure out a decent plot, or maybe have it solely revolve around these twos bond. thoughts? also, heeyyyy... i know its been like, four years, but im back! fr this time, no cory sht.
wait... i think police is at the door...
"ma'am... could you please back away from the door?"
the voice of an obviously exhausted police officer is muffled behind the door. on the inside, your barely contained moans challenge the woman's already loud volume.
"no! you don't smell that?!" the elderly lady demands, banging on the door once again.
the vibration rocks through the door and against your cheek. your heartbeat increases as jabber's hips meet yours again, and again, and again.
"i don't smell anything illegal, ma'am." the officer corrects her, presumably approaching her based on the way she begins to yell in protest. "you're causing a disturbance."
jabber's hand is wrapped securely around your throat, the coolness of his rings raising goosebumps as he slaps your ass.
"he got some kinda drugs in there, and i know it!" the woman screeches.
the cop sighs. "we've been through this many times before, ma'am. he's passed the drug test and all."
it's the fourth time jabber's neighbor has called the police on 'em. twice with the accusation of meth. again with heroin. and now, she's tryin' her luck with dope.
jabber always used to laugh at the way she was hopping around with different drugs, hoping someone believed her false claims.
and even now, he's chuckling to himself knowing the officer ain't goin' for her shit no more.
the same police officer has been sent out each time, and with the previous three claims being false, the poor officer doesn't even bother to try and ask jabber to open the door to let him at least search this time.
not that jabber would've, anyway.
not unless the officer wanted a porno on the spot.
"i don't care!" the woman dismisses the idea all over again.
"ma'am, i'm gonna need you to leave." the cop stands firm, "if not, i'll have to arrest you for..."
their words trail off, your eyes rolling back when his tip glides past your g-spot before he's spearing into you once again. a broken moan rips from your throat, prompting a sharp slap on your ass from your dealer behind you.
"gotta stay a lil' quiet, ma," jabber grunts, slowly leaning forward to look through the peep hole. "damn lady just don't know how to stop."
you swallow a moan, chuckling instead - it comes out broken regrdless.
"jabber-" you mutter moan as quietly as you can against the wood. "what if he asks... shit, what if he tells-"
he shushes you, tilting your head back to look up at him. "gotta be quiet, girl."
he stuffs your mouth with his index finger, vibration traveling across his skin as your moans increase in tandem with his thrusts. "he ain't gon' tell me to do nothin'..." he peaks out the peephole again, catching sight of the officer slowly pushing the elderly woman back despite her wails of disagreement. "jus' focus on takin' the dick, 'kay?"
as if on cue, your walls flutter around his thick cock, world spinning when he reaches around to toy with your clit before pressing up against your belly button.
his hips speed up against your own, skin creating a resounding clap as he drives you closer and closer to your orgasm.
the sound of arguing builds as your peak does, the officer carries out his threat of arrest on the other side of the door.
jabbers hands moves along your skin, two browns making contrast before he settles one palm on your belly with an arm around your chest. your back arches against his chest as he thrusts up, up, up! into your hole, bullying just past your cervix.
"where you want me, ma?" he asks, teeth gravitating to the cartilage of your ear before nipping gently at it.
your hand circles back to wrap around his neck, locs tickling your skin as you whine, "pull out-"
you can barely get the words out fully before he's pushing you against the door again, your nails scratching at the wood from pleasure before balling into a fist.
you damn near begin banging against the door yourself.
"jabber! shit!" you moan, eyes wide as he angles his hips just right to glide a vein against your g-spot before teasing your cervix.
his hands pull your hips against his, your ass creating a wave of movement as his speed only increases more.
the worry of the officer and woman aren't significant – not anymore. now, all you're worried about are the stars splotching your vision.
"i'm right here," he says, pride dripping from his words. "pretty pussy so good f'me..."
your eyes roll – more involuntary than you meant it to be – before he's manhandling you to turn around, back against the door as he hikes one of your legs up.
"c'mon, pretty girl." he tells you, pressing a series of kisses to your neck as his thumb toys with your clit. "pretty pussy, pretty girl, you perfect ain't you?"
the only response you can give is a short nod, mouth falling open as your orgasm crashes into you – white clouds your vision, moans falling from your lips like second nature.
and still, jabber continues bullying his way into your soaking cunt, now solely chasing his orgasm.
by the time your high is over, your head falls forward as he pulls out.
he barely strokes himself once before strings of white paint your brown skin, accompanied by his own moans as he finishes on your stomach. his finish trickles down the curve of your waist before slipping onto the floor below.
the sound of silence outside tells you the officer probably arrested the woman – that, or they heard the two of you and went on their merry way.
considering how damn persistent she was, though, you doubt she left on her own accord.
with a playful scoff, he lets your leg down gently before kissing you. "what you said you wanted? a .5?"
your eyes narrow. "a pound, nigga."
"my fault," he says defensively, eyeing you up before muttering, "lemme get you straight first."
clanker discourse is funny to me because I've only ever heard black people say it irl (and a majority of the content I see where it's used is from black creators) and the comparison to the n word is funny because people are very open about it being a slur?? a slur for robots. who do not have feelings. Sometimes I almost forget Tumblr is full of white people who want to be seen as woke. I'm not sure why we're picking "the n word" as what clanker is supposed to be "replacing" when imo it could easily be compared to literally any other slur in the English language. It's just odd to me. White and nonblack people continue to speak for black people over and over again.
Warnings: bad parenting (not outrageous, they just don't know what their really doing), reader had a hard childhood, light child endangerment, arguing between reader and basically everyone, angst with a fluffy ending, the reader is Caribbean because I really understand the struggle of trying to understand Caribbean parents, mentions and allusions of smut, mentions of cancer, reader works as a pimp under Rio
Guess what's harder, raising three girls vs running a drug empire? Rio and his wife are the proud parents to three girls and struggle to raise them and change the way they were both raised
Please let me know if you enjoy, likes and reblogs are appreciated! Also I'm taking request for Rio and every character I write for, I wanna write more stuff for my baby daddy! <3
This is a long one lol
Important info: The oldest daughter is nine, the twins are seven
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The car was silent. The twins sat beside their oldest sister, Valentina. Amancia and Alvita squirmed in their seats while Valentina stole glances at the front of the car. Her father, Rio, kept his hands gripped on the steering wheel and his eyes glued forward as he drove them home from church.
Their mother had their iPads sitting in her purse. She'd taken them as punishment the moment they got back in the car. It felt like riding to your doom, sitting in the car with two angry parents like hers.
The sun beaming outside did nothing to ease her nerves, and the thought of winding down the window and risking sending her mother into a lecture was not one she was willing to act on.
Don't get it twisted; the girls were by no means treated awfully by their parents. But when you have an old-world Caribbean mother who still 100% believed in spankings, there's no telling what you're in for after a day of acting up.
The more familiar the streets got, the more anxious she got. Sure, she was supposed to just go to the bathroom and take the twins with her. But how could she resist taking a little walk outside? And how could she resist going to the corner store?
When they got back with bunches of (stolen) candy and got caught by a deaconess, Amancia decided that was the best time to bust out that swear word she heard their mom call some lady on the phone.
Amancia called her a cunt, and Valentina could feel her ass start to throb from the spanking they were about to get. Alvita bit the deaconess the moment she tried to grab the three of them.
It was over then.
They were sitting in the driveway now, and Valentina realized that Alvita had snot running down her nose and her hair that their mom perfectly styled that morning, and Amancia was staring off into space as if she accepted her fate.
Her mother cleared her throat as daddy turned off the car. He let out a weary sigh and ran a ringed hand over his face. Her mom cleared her throat and turned back to look at them.
"Go take a shower. Valentina, you first."
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"Why on God's green Earth did she call that woman a cunt? I don't know," his wife sighed as she wrapped the scarf around her hair.
"Because she heard you call that lady a cunt on the phone last month. I knew something was up; I saw her little ass twitching to use the word," Rio chuckled, opening the sheets for her to come into his arms.
"You think this is funny? I had to be the bad guy again," she asked as she crawled into his arms. The silk of their red sheets covered her, and the TV played Empire in the background. Rio reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. The large room was dark now and was only illuminated by the glow of Cookie Lyon beating her son with a broom.
"It's funny because that woman is a cunt. You know it, I know it, and Vita just said what we were thinking," he yelped, the pinch getting him hard.
"Yes, Sister Jefferson is a cunt. Our kids will respect authoritative figures." She was getting upset now. She shifted away from him slightly, and Rio didn't miss it. Rio wasn't sure what to say next, so he figured it was best to just agree.
"You're right."
"So why don't you act like it?" Silence.
"What do you want from me?" He asked after a moment.
"I want you to stop leaving me to punish our kids all alone. I know I pushed them from my pussy myself, but I didn't put them there alone. You just stood there like a fucking idiot while I dealt with them, and I'm sick of being the bad guy." During their confrontation with their three daughters and forcing them to call Sister Jefferson to apologize, Rio more or less stood there. In the past, she did ask him to not just be the fun parent, but sometimes it still slipped his mind.
"So you're mad I didn't yell at them? You're mad at me because I didn't chase them down with a stick or make them write out sentences 100 times? Don't piss me off." It wasn't that serious, was it? An annoyed huff was his answer.
"Yeah. The girls adore you, and I'm just the bitch who takes their shit and sends them to bed. Then you have the fucking audacity to say it was my fault she called that woman a cunt. What about you? You remember teaching our kids Spanish, yeah? So when you're going on and on swearing in a way that would kill your mother, you think they don't understand you. Come off it, you prick." She rolled even further from him now. He had a feeling she was pissed off earlier at dinner after she called the girls down and even after she tucked them all in.
"You wanna call me a prick louder, ma? Maybe Amancia will hear you and use that one next Sunday." It was a mistake, and he wanted to suck the words back into his throat. It was an intrusive thought that he didn't have time to stop from slipping out.
He could hear the craziness turning in her brain. He didn't just marry her for no reason; he married her because she could hold him down. And to hold Rio down, you have to be a bit crazy in your own right.
He was on the ground with a thud, and the TV was off.
"Did you just fucking push me?!"
She was silent now, the way he had been during the confrontation earlier.
"Hello? I know you hear me? Did you really just throw me onto the floor?" A pillow slammed into his chest, and he knew it meant he was not welcome back in this bed.
"So now we're just throwing each other off things, right?" More silence, as she pulled a pair of headphones onto her head, and he could hear the sound of the ocean bleeding through. Pulling an eye mask over her face, he just huffed and headed to the door.
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The sun shone through the kitchen as she chopped up sausages to make breakfast. It was 5:30 now, and the girls would be up soon. Where her fucking idiot of a husband was, she didn't really care. How dare he! Leave her alone with the kids?
It had been a while (nine years) since her first pregnancy. He wasn't as useless back then. And she knows she was not alone in that bed making that baby. She didn't want to do things the way she did.
Yes, she struggled at times to show affection, but that wasn't her fault. She didn't have a mom to show her how to hug or any older sisters to teach her how to be a girl. She had to learn about femininity from watching the older girls around her shitty neighborhood. Hell, until she met Rio she wasn't even sure about having kids.
When they asked where grandma was, the last thing she wanted was to explain was that her mom killed four people in a gang fight and that she herself was born in jail before she was released to her grandma who was hardly around. That she spent one day every weekend driving to a prison to see her mom. That even as a grown adult, she still gets collect calls from her mother and her husband sends money for her books and does whatever her can for her in jail.
It wasn't entirely her choice to keep the girls from their grandma. Grandma expressed no desire for them to know that she sold her whole life to kill four people.
Growing up the way she did, why did everyone just expect her to be a model mother over night? Good at all the emotional shit that came with kids? She wasn't and it was fucked that her dickhead of a husband may as well be a totem pole the way he just stands there sometimes. Behind her the fridge opened. Speak of the devil she supposed. Still she ignored him.
Since she was a fuck up, since everything he said was bad for the girls then it was better she didn't speak to his dumbass at all.
"Good morning baby." After 13 years of marriage his voice still made her wet. Still she relented.
"How did you sleep? It wasn't the best for me, my back hurt and I had to sleep on the couch. You wanna rub it out for me baby?" He was testing her, testing the waters to see if she was still steamed. He was very close to getting slapped with a pan.
Nothing from her as she poured three cups of lemonade for the girls who she heard moving around upstairs. Returning to the stove, she started scraping the food into three plates. She felt his hands creep up her sides.
"Look. Look baby, I'm sorry. I know you're not the best with being affectionate with the girls and I know you struggle to figure out how to go about things with them. But I want you to know we're a team. I'm gonna start acting like it baby." His apology was smooth and deep in her ear. Still she could hear the honesty in his voice and tears bubbled up in her eyes.
The girls had a lot to do today. From Valentina's dance classes after school, the Amancia has a piano class and Alvita has science classes at her advanced tutoring company after school. And knowing she wouldn't have to be pissed off at her husband all day was a lot better.
"It's hard. I want to be closer to them so bad but I can't. I don't know how to be a good mom, or how to comfort them or teach them anything that isn't violence. All the books and youtube videos in the world can't teach you how to be a parent. I want to think I'm doing good so bad. I would fucking die for my girls. I would kill for them and end up in jail right next to my momma for them and I just can't seem to prove that to them. And it would be a lot easier to have someone for them to be angry at instead of me when they do something wrong." She sniffled, whipping tears from her eyes and turning into his chest.
He smelt so good. Like leather and the Dark Temptation body wash she picked up for him last time she went to Target and she made a mental note to buy it again. His strong arms wrapped around hers and he pressed a kiss to her scarfed head. One hand rubbed her back while she cried.
"Mama, the girls love you. You are a great mother. Just by being here you do more than so many people who up and run. They look up to you like you're the Sun. You're the only mom they have and I can see that they wanna be just like you. I'm sorry that I was being the fun parent. You know my entire life, I said I would be there for my kids for the good and the bad. And I've just been sitting back for the bad like my grandpa did. He left my grandma to struggle with me and Nick.
For a long ass time I thought my grandma was just hard on me for no reason. Now I know it's the stress of having to be with someone who's only there half the time and I'm sorry I put you through that."
When he mentioned his grandma his voice cracked. She pressed a soft kiss to his shirtless chest and she nodded against him, wrapping her arms around his smooth frame. She ran her fingers over a small scar on his back that he got when he was putting the cribs up for the twins.
"I'm sorry I pushed you off the bed." One of the girls was using the toilet, while the shower turned on again and it sounded like one of them (probably Amancia) was still in bed and she knew she'd have to get her up soon. A deep chuckle resonated through him and sent tingles through her entire body.
"It's alright, I'm sorry I was being a prick."
He stole a piece of sausage from the scrambled eggs and popped it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed before giggling.
"Shhhh, Amancia might hear you." She teased, and he smirked down at her in response.
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"Aw don't be pouty baby. You'll look so good in that tutu." Rio snickered, sipping from his wine glass and placing it back on their marble counter top. It was a mother daughter dance recital and she was less than thrilled to get this invitation. No actually. She was thrilled. She was thrilled to do something with her daughter, not with a fuck ton of people watching but she would never be ashamed to show off with her princess in front of the whole world.
Valentina was fidgeting around, doing little dance moves and dancing around with her little sisters. How could she say no to that? The woman would be prancing around on stage, matching pink tutu. She was married to a drug lord and helped run his empire with an iron fist. She wasn't used to being in the spot light and as ironic as it was.
"You don't have to do it if you don't want too."
The girls stopped playing. Valentina was standing in front of her mother who was sitting on a chair in front of their kitchen island. She looked like she felt bad for even asking and it put a knife in her heart. She realized then that she didn't hide her emotions as well as she hoped.
"No, no I want too! I was just thinking about how awful those other moms and daughters are gonna look dancing next to us. We're gonna eat them up, trust." Scooping up Valentina with a hug, she nibbled on her cheeks and kissed her silly. Her little princess squealed in delight and she twirled her around.
She needed a drink and a smoke. Rio chuckled as she pulled a cigarette out her pack and lit it. She stole a sip from his wine while she looked at the paper.
"Fuck, I can't make this rehearsal next week." She exhaled the smoke and Rio pushed the sliding door that led to the patio open next to her.
He slid into the seat next to her and heard the girls start up a round of Mario Kart. She rested a head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pushing an ashtray towards her.
"That's the first one. What do you have?"
"I have a mammogram, and I pushed this one back twice already." Rio always got nervous when she had to go to the doctor for any reason. Especially when it was a titty doctor as he liked to call them.
"Yeah thats important. I'm sure Val will understand."
"I feel awful. You know my grandma had breast cancer, and I'm sure I'm okay but I need to be sure. I want to be here for the girls as long as I can without my tits trying to kill me." Rio rubbed her shoulders. He stood up, now standing behind her and rubbing her shoulder blades.
"Don't worry about it ma. I'll go for you." He joked, nuzzling his face into her neck. Her phone rang on the counter and she saw it was one of her girls. Was it ironic that she handled sex work for her husband when she'd just die if one of their daughters was a hooker? Yes. It was also ironic that she was concerned about her tits killing her when she was in the middle of a cigarette.
"Mhm, sexy." She chuckled, running her hand over his crotch before turning around to face forward and. Her bit his bottom lip, brown eyes basically fucking her.
"Hello?" His hands slipped down her sides and up to her chest. Her breath hitched and her legs twitched.
"Go do something with the girls and stop groping me Christopher."
"Ouch." He laughed before kissing her neck once more and slipping out of the room.
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"Why?" Rio glanced at his wife and back at Valentina.
"I don't want to go today." Valentina muttered while picking at the mac and cheese. Pulling her jacket on, she was preparing for the chill of approaching winter.
"What are we paying 400 dollars a month for then? I can't force you to enjoy it but you will go. Did something happen, is someone bothering you at those classes?" Rio questioned. His wife gave him a small glance as if to say 'thank you for stepping in'.
"Nothing happened at ballet. It was school." Valentina lightly kicked the bag with an engraved 'V' on it that they had custom made for her.
"People have bad days baby." Deep down he was worried. Oh God what if she got touched and didn't want to tell them and was running from ballet? What if she's being threatened with violence? What if she's been expelled and didn't want to say? That's just like Valentina not to tell them that. She mumbled something.
"Is someone bothering you? Is it a teacher? A student?" Rio asked putting down the rag he was using to wipe down the counter. Valentina looked down at the table. Now Rio was going to have to fight someones dad. Great, just what he needed.
"You can tell me whose bothering you or I can go down to that school and figure it out." Her mother, was now sitting next to Valentina and looking into her similarly brown eyes. They always looked so similar. Sometimes, when Rio looked at Valentina he felt like he was looking at baby pictures of his wife.
Then Rio noticed it. The small bruise on her arm. It was so small and the color of the bruise wasn't so bad that it was noticeable. Their kid got her ass kicked. He knew Valentina was always the more timid one of his kids, not like the fiery Alvita and calculating Amancia who never hesitated to strike (speaking off, he hoped they weren't fighting someone at after school right now) but he always thought she would never be in a fight. He didn't realize her timid nature would inspire someone's anger.
"V, did you get in a fight?" Tears filled her eyes and before he knew it his wife grabbed her car keys.
"It was Terra! It was Terra and I don't want to see her at ballet!" Terra. Of course it was that little cunt and her whore mom probably encouraged this. His wife has had beef with with Mrs. Lipston since last month at the last pool party they all got invited too by Mr. and Mrs. Kerian. Martha Lipston made her dislike of his wife's new swimsuit very well known to all the other moms.
She also made her approval of Rio's ability to open beers with his teeth very well known. Rio personally thinks Martha Lipston looks like a horror game monster with all her plastic surgery. She was just hating because his wife was fine as hell.
"Put your coat on and lets go." Her mom demanded. Rio glanced over, he knew where this was going. Because his mind was going there too, was actually thinking about planting drugs on Mr. Lipston and calling DCFS on them for child endangerment.
It was a whole family of assholes trust him, dude borrowed his fucking lawnmower and kept it for seven months. Who needs a lawnmower for seven months? He knew his shitty lawn wasn’t growing that fast. Rio refused to buy a new one and just let him keep it like his wife suggested.
Rio was really bugging out over his lawnmower too. He spent nights up, wondering what the hell he was doing with his lawnmower for so long. She’d wake up next to him, asking him if he was still worried about the damn thing? That lawnmower had emotional significance to him and he didn’t like it being gone for so long.
He insisted it was the principal and one morning Rio couldn’t see through the lawn and tripped on a rock. That was it for him, he had to beat down their front door as nicely as he could. Would you believe his lawnmower was broken? How do you break someone’s lawnmower? Why not just tell him that you broke his lawnmower? Rio had half a mind to take him to court over his lawnmower and almost did. That was the last time Rio tried to be neighborly to any of these people, it pushed him to give up on humanity itself.
"I don't want to go." Valentina sniffled and pushed her mac and cheese away.
"Some little white bitch isn't gonna beat the crap out of you, and you're not gonna do anything about it. No, you're going to smack the shit out of her and if her mom tries anything I'm slapping the implants out her chest." He could see the nerves from her. Deep down, his wife was doing this out of a place of fear.
Fear that her kids was gonna get hurt and next time hurt real bad. He remembers how they met too. It was high school, when she got into a fist fight with some girls who had been going back and forth with her and her friends for months.
When she got caught alone, she got knocked upside her head with a padlock and ended up with a mild concussion. He was in the nurses office because he was skipping class in there with a fake headache. When he heard about how she got hit but still held her own, he knew he needed some of that.
Even better was how a week later she hunted down each attacker and beat the snot out of them one by one. To her, the only way to be safe, was the be more dangerous then whatever was about to attack you.
"I'll get thrown out of ballet school mom, please just drop it." "
You'll go." She growled sternly and pulled her earrings from her ears She was ready for a fight but Rio could clearly see that his daughter was not. She must've been hit something fierce.
"I don't want to get kicked out!" Her tiny voice cracked and her mother stopped for a moment of hesitation.
"Enough. Just enough both of you. Valentina, your mother is doing this because she loves you. She wants that little girl to know she doesn't just walk all over you and get away with it. I'm not sorry to say in this house you don't get your ass beat that way and deliver no punishment.
You don't have to get her in class, but you will have to face her again. In school, ballet class or in the parking lot of your school. How you do it is up to you. Fight her, we can go to the school or whatever but don't take something like this laying down." Valentina looked down with a huff. He ran a hand over her small one and she glanced softly at it. Then he focused on his wife. She glanced down and was chewing on one of her nails.
"You know what I'm about to say. Our kid isn't a fighter like us and that's fine. We didn't fight because we wanted too, we fought because we had too every day. We had our share of people trying to whop our asses. You already know that we gave our girls a life where they don't have to fight every day. That's okay. That's what we wanted. You don't gotta force our girls into a life they don't want the way that happened to you. Okay?" She nodded, and looked guilty. Like she felt guilty about her fear of something happening to her little girl.
Rio glanced at the clock, and at this point they were late to ballet. The clock ticked away. Nails scratched away at the counter and Rio waited for one of them to say something. Valentina broke the silence.
"I want to get back at her. But I can't stop thinking about the consequences. What if she tells on me? Or I get kicked out of ballet?"
"So what if she does? If someone hits you, you hit them back. I promise we will not be mad at you no matter what you do baby." Valentina silently nodded.
"I'll get her tomorrow morning in math." Valentina's mother ran her hands through her daughters braids and pulled her into a hug. Rio couldn't fight the smile that spread across his lips. He would count this as a win in the dad book.
"Okay. Do whatever you have to do for you. And keep your head up no matter what."
An understanding from the mother who always felt she knew best for her kids. Some fight put into their daughter. An ass whopping tomorrow morning. Maybe they weren't the best parents yet, but at least they were getting somewhere.
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In other news I'm ungodly levels of hard for Jabber rn. Spent the night reading fanfiction about him and I'm so in love :3 I love this masochist little freak :3 He's my husband now :3 also his English VA voices Sethos in genshin impact so I'm eating good fr when it comes to husbands.
Dawg his voice is so good give me the VA himself /j
In other news I'm gonna jerk it to jabber :3 I might actually post a fanfic about him at some point.
I feel. I feel that looking down on autistic people for masking or performing small talk often especially if you're white and especially not autistic. Is classist AND racist no I cannot explain. I might explain. let me gather my thoughts
Honestly the most frustrating part about the whole BAFTA thing isn't necessarily the ableism and the brain-dead takes about "If I had xyz disability, I'd just beat it (: " discussions happening, although that frankly is a pretty infuriating line of thoughtlessness. (I refuse to consider takes like these 'thought' or any kind of practice of intelligence, but I digress).
It's the fact that the BBC fully knows how racially charged the current climate is, and in general, the rise of eugenics discussions as it relates to disabilities and race. The white supremacy and alt-right movements across countries right now is not news to anyone, least of all the BBC. So the fact that they aired this at all makes it seem very obvious to me that the intention was to generate controversy and discourse for the sake of clicks, views, and engagement.
It's all anyone is talking about, whether you watched the awards or not. That was the point. And its kind of fucking gross that they chose that over protecting the dignity and frankly the well-being of any of the parties involved. This is further exemplified by both the lukewarm apology and the fact that apparently, no one reached out to MBJ or Delroy Lindo from the actual event to touch bases and check in with them. I can only assume they did little outreach for John Davidson either, though he hasn't said anything yet that I've seen at the time of posting this. I'm sure he feels awful, and the abhorrent discussions surrounding this event are the reasons he works to raise awareness in the first place. This was harmful to everyone involved, but make no mistake, it was great for the BBC.
Sex doesn't sell anymore. Outrage does. This was the point. The controversy was the intent. And I'm kind of fucking tired of it.
