This is getting traction again as cases surge. I want to repeat what Iโve said on Twitter: In the 4 months since Iโve posted this, none of my symptoms have improved. Iโm nearing 2 years post-COVID with zero improvement, no answers, and little hope. Take this seriously.
Wiiiiild. He did commit murder (in self defense - no judging) and Americaโs Best Housewife was sent to jail because of insider trading, securities fraud, obstruction of justice and conspiracy. This is wiiiiiild ๐๐๐
also he has every right to make fun of kanye west considering snoop has had a successful career for about two decades including his own cookbook and appearing in movies whereas kanye is a flat earther who had to crowdfund another album because he ran out of money despite kim kardashian being with him, not having the money to produce another album should be the metric when you know you can tell a musician has failed somewhere in either money management or actually being a musician rather then a famous trainwreck
Whenever I think about snoop I remember that episode of cribs where he lived in an unusually modest house compared to everyone else on that show, spent the entire time with his young daughter hugging onto his leg and dragging her around as he walked. He even talked about how he didnโt want his kids to be musicians and that he just wants them to have a chance at a normal life / he doesnโt wish music career drama on anyone
The dude is mega down to earth for having a networth of 135 million dollars and staying relevant for longer than some of the top charting musicians have been alive
he says he keeps a supply of poptarts in the house for his nieces/nephews and grandkids but admits theyre really for him and then goes on to discuss what selection of condiments your fridge should have to jazz up leftover takeout
hes one of the most thoroughly human humans ive ever known of
all these people going on about how Hozier is the peak representation of musical soft masculinity when Snoop has been out here rocking the smoothest braids and most hype manicures for decades
He also did an episode of Storybots and my kids adore the computer man. Which is wild to me. Cuz I remember gangster rap Snoop. And we love and support Snoop in this house.
Hozier is the peak of good white masculinity. Snoop is the peak of good Black masculinity, and on top of what Hozier does, Snoop adds something a lot of Black children never get to seeโyou can be a man, you can have โcred,โ you can be cool, and also know how to make cookies. (Hozier is great, but heโs never been cool a day in his life and he freely admits this. The two of them have very different kinds of good masculinity both culturally and personally.)
Thereโs this ideaโand the tweet opening this thread exemplifies itโthat being โgangstaโ means being self-absorbed, materialistic, and violent. Snoop is just like โnah, I have bling and street talk and Iโm higher than a kite and also I love my kids and cooking and FUCK your toxic masculinity,โ and thatโs an important message. You can have the look, if you like the look, but you donโt have to be a stereotype to have the look.
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โDavide Salvadei, also known as Eron, is an Italian contemporary artist born in Rimini in 1978. He is considered to be one of the most gifted and virtuous Italian painters of the 21st century. Eron uses spray-paining techniques and made his mark with his artwork โForever and Everโ in 2010, when he was invited paint a church ceiling.โ [from the Urban Nation Museum website]
The letter didnโt come from the Nazi party, but from the publishing house which had expressed an interest in the German translation of The Hobbit. Tolkienโs response really is a thing of beauty, though, so it deserves to be quoted in its entirety:
Thank you for your letter. โฆ I regret that I am not clear as to what you intend by arisch. I am not of Aryan extraction: that is Indo-iranian; as far as I am aware none of my ancestors spoke Hindustani, Persian, Gypsy, or any related dialects. But if I am to understand that you are enquiring whether I am of Jewish origin, I can only reply that I regret that I appear to have no ancestors of that gifted people. My great-great-grandfather came to England in the eighteenth century from Germany: the main part of my descent is therefore purely English, and I am an English subject - which should be sufficient. I have been accustomed, nonetheless, to regard my German name with pride, and continued to do so throughout the period of the late regrettable war, in which I served in the English army. I cannot, however, forbear to comment that if impertinent and irrelevant inquiries of this sort are to become the rule in matters of literature, then the time is not far distant when a German name will no longer be a source of pride.
Your enquiry is doubtless made in order to comply with the laws of your own country, but that this should be held to apply to the subjects of another state would be improper, even if it had (as it has not) any bearings whatsoever on the merits of my work or its suitability for publication, of which you appear to have satisfied yourselves without reference to my Abstammung.
I trust you will find this reply satisfactory, and remain yours faithfully
J.R.R. Tolkien.
(Letter 30)
The Hobbit wasnโt published in German until 1957.
Not just โI wish I had Jewish ancestors, but I donโt,โ but also โyou do realize thatโs not what โAryanโ actually means, right,โ and โyou guys are making it pretty hard to be proud of my German heritage.โ
CW: Blasphemy, Food Kink, Sex in a church, Sacrilegious
No one would believe you if you told them just how you met the priest. They could never see the tall muscled man in a club of all places sharing blunts with a much younger man.
The memory of grinding against his growing bulge and smoke-filled kisses filled your mind as you stared at the priest. Heโs a few booths down talking about mundane things with a stranger, a baker, you think, who is showing Toji his new artisan and sourdough loaves for the day.
When his eyes meet yours, he smirks. He pays for a loaf before stalking over, and as he shakes your hand, he leans down to your ear.
โKnew Iโd see you again, but staring isnโt polite, remember,โ he whispered. Your legs turn to jelly and your face burns with embarrassment as you turn away. โF-Forgive me, Father,โ you mumble as you fiddle about at your station. He leaves with a light chuckle before talking with the next merchant.
The entire time you sell your wares, all you feel are his eyes. Sharp as a wolfโs, he shamelessly devoured you. But itโs not like you would turn this down, being stared at so hungrily by a man as desirable as him.
The event draws to a close, and you begin packing up your booth.
โPlease, allow me to help,โ his voice comes suddenly from beside you.
Now you get a good look at him, mouth watering as you take him in. His broad shoulders and chest held snugly in his black button-up, the way his neck bulged ever so slightly from his collar, it all made you blush. The memory seeps back of how he had growled at you to not bite his neck, now you just want to do it more. How cute he would look, you think, neck decorated with your marks. He seems to read your mind; he leans in further, grabbing some of your candles.
โIf you hurry, Iโll reward yaโ
Youโve never packed up as fast before.
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As you step into his office, you squirm a bit.
โIs it okay for me to be back here?โ
โCome on baby, have some faith,โ he muses as he wraps his arm around your waist, closing the door behind him with a soft ping of the lock. You sit in front of his desk, hands in your lap as you look up at him. Grabbing a paper bag, he takes out a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine.
โItโs the first of the month, communion?โ he offers, gesturing with the items in hand. You nod, watching as his large hands rip apart the loaf, mesmerized by how his fingers could be so ruthless and yet so gentle at the same time. He leans against the desk and holds out a piece of bread, but as you reach for it, he pulls back, clicking his teeth.
โOpen. Hands in your lap.โ
A sharp shiver runs up your spine as you obey. He smiles as he presses the piece of bread on your tongue, pressing down hard enough to flatten your tongue. You close your lips around his thumb, looking up at him as you suckle softly. He pulls his hand back with a stifled groan as he eats a piece himself.
โNaughty thing, in a church no less,โ he purrs as he opens the wine bottle. As he pours it into the chalice, your eyes trail down his body again, and you notice the growing bulge in his black slacks. Your attention is pulled away again as he holds your chin and tilts your mouth open. Looking you in the eye, he pours the chalice, licking his lips as you lap up the crimson liquid.
โDonโt swallow it all yet.โ
With the chalice placed aside, he captures your lips, drinking from you in earnest. You wrap your arms around his neck, whimpering as you feel his hands grope your sides. He pulls back with a soft groan, then he pulls you up and bends you over the desk. Pulling down your pants, he doesn't hesitate to give you a quick spank, licking his lips at how your ass jiggles.
โDo you know how fucking tempting you looked out there? Just begginโ to get fucked with those eyes of yours,โ his warm breath fans your face as he leans in, spanking you again and again.
โYou should repent, little lamb, for tempting me,โ he commands, taking two fingers to rub against your clit quickly. You grip the desk tightly, pushing back against his fingers.
โForgive me, F-Father! Oh fuck, your fingers feel so good!โ
He shoves those same fingers into your mouth, holding your face in a tight grip. โGotta keep it down though, my lamb; there are still people around the church. But donโt worry,โ he pauses. Unbuckling his pants with his free hand, he pulls out his cock and grinds it between your pussy lips.
โIโll cleanse you of all those dirty thoughts.โ
He grips the desk in front of you, kissing the shell of your ear as he thrusts his cock into you. He grunts at the tightness of your walls around him, and only gives you a moment to relax before heโs thrusting harder. Wrapping a large arm around your neck, he pins you to him and the desk, smirking at the sounds of your gasping moans. His balls slap against your dripping sex, filling the small room with the lewd symphony. Your eyes roll back and you can barely think straight.
โYouโre already cockdrunk are ya? Slutty thing,โ he whispers into your cheek as he slows his thrusts, grinding his hips against you. Your nails dig into the wood, and you rut back as hard as you can, desperate to feel more of his fat cock.
โPlease, Father! I beg of you, please, let me cum, Iโm so close!โ
He grips your chin and pounds with renewed vigor and a growing smirk.
โWanna cum? Yeah? Cock-slut wants my cum in his little cunt?โ he taunts, chuckling as your eyes go wild and you nod frantically. He reaches down, rubbing your sensitive nub with calloused fingers. Your body shivers, unsure of how to respond to his attacking fingers. Cumming against the dark oak, your knees threaten to buckle and your essence drips down your thighs.
His grip on your face tightens as he kisses your hair, grunting your name like a soft prayer before holding your hips against him and rutting softly against your ass. Turning you towards him again, he kisses you, but ever so softly. You whine into his kiss, melting in his hold before he pulls out. Quickly grabbing some tissues, he gently cleans the insides of your thick thighs, and you hum softly as he pulls up your boxers and pants. You turn to him as he rises to his feet, smiling up at deep green eyes. He smirks, kissing you softly before patting your ass.
โYou gotta go, my little incubus,โ he says softly.
You chuckle, quickly kissing him before grabbing your bag.
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