You know, the usual racist behaviour in these kind of situations, white people who go on killing sprees get “he was a really nice man, but mentally disturbed?? no idea” while everyone else gets “HE WAS NO ANGEL!!!”
Here’s the thing though.
This is the guy the smear articles are talking about.
This is the guy who was dragged off the plane.
See the difference?
David A. Dao vs. David T. D. Dao.
United Airlines can’t even run a smear campaign properly. Two Asian doctors, registered in different states, and they manage to do this.
Hopefully those sleazy press outlets get hit with libel lawsuits!
EDIT: And of course, it goes without saying that even IF the accusations were true, that it’s completely irrelevant to what happened on the plane.
So I have decided to post all the facts and hints about Connor Murphy’s past that are shown in the musical. It’s hard to make out considering people in the fandom usually focus on the lies Evan tells to figure out Connor’s personality.
To get this conclusion (which I will post in a second) I literally skipped all scenes concerning Evan’s lies and went directly to the Murphy family and what they say. None of these facts/hints involve what Evan said about Connor.
First of all, I’ll say now that I have put my own interpretation on each of these facts.
And so, I will put all FACTS in BOLD. Anything out of bold is my own interpretation and how I see it to be. It’s up to you to agree with me or disagree.
First, I will post my conclusions on each family member, and then afterwards, I will post the reasons for each one.
Zoe was an emotional and verbal abuse
victim.There is no evidence of physical abuse, although there were
threats that could have potentially led to that. She has all the
right to not grieve over Connor, in all honesty, she could have sent
him to the police for what he did, but as an abuse victim, that is
very hard to do. Connor was probably the cause of most of her
insecurities and she hated him for that. The unhealthy habit of
taking out his anger on the nearest person to him probably made him
lash out at his sister whenever he had a panic attack. Judging by how
he really did care enough to keep the creepy letter about his sister,
written by Evan, in his pocket for 3 days before he committed
suicide, it’s safe to say that he really regretted being mean to his
sister and actually cared about her.
Connor’s mom, Cynthia
Connor’s mom was a woman obsessed with
reputation. She’s known as the rich man’s wife, and wants more than
anything to be a regular family. But because her son had mental
illnesses, her perfect image was ruined. She acted as though she was
there for him but when it came down to it, she did nothing. She
pushed for therapy but after a while, her husband took him out of it
because “it wasn’t worth the money,” and she basically went,
“welp, I tried.” I will quote what I say later: Connor’s mom
might not actually be sad that her son is gone, but rather, she’s
ashamed that her family actually doesn’t care. It seems like Connor’s
mom is filled with regret for not being there for her son, and she’s
forcing her family to act like they regretted it too, because that’s
what a real family should have been like. But this is only a personal
Connor’s dad, Larry
Connor’s dad might be one of the main
sources of his depression. It is very obvious to me that Connor’s dad
believed him to be a disappointment.He didn’t grieve for his dead
son and only played along to make his wife happy. He’s annoyed by the
whole situation. It even seemed like he hated the fact that there was
fake remnants of his son in Evan. Almost like he wished Connor wasn’t
friends with Evan so he could just forget all about him and not need
to deal with it. At some point he was a kind father. When they went
to the orchard together for picnics, it seems like they were a happy
family. Connor’s dad had played with their toy plane together and had
some great memories. The whole family practically forgot about this,
though. Connor’s dad didn’t cry at his own dead son’s funeral. I
think that sums it up.
Connor was a complicated person. He had
many different mental illnesses. I could research which ones he
probably had, but there’s probably already a post somewhere on it
already. One thing for sure, is that he was unstable. He might not
have been like that his whole life, but at the time of knowing him,
the time he was briefly alive in the show, he was incredibly
unstable. Everything and anything could set him off, and he probably
hated that about himself as well. Pushing away everyone near him that
could possibly help and hating himself for doing so, spiraling
himself into a closed minded world of self-hate and regret, which is
something that many people can relate to, including me. He did a lot
of horrible things to his sister and to his family. I don’t blame his
family for not actually grieving him, he was a really bad person. The
problem is, he could have been a good person as well. He had all the
potential to get better. He talked to Evan, probably wishing to say
sorry about pushing him earlier in the hall. He was trying, he wanted
to try. He wanted to get better. He just gave up too soon.
This post is very long! I’m sorry. If you’d like to read more, I’m putting the reasons I’ve come to these conclusions under the cut.
Remember, ALL FACTS ARE IN BOLD. Anything else is my personal interpretation.
A small tip for all you Splatoon artists out there!
You know the things attached to the Inklings’ hats in Salmon Run? I’ve seen them depicted as everything from sponges and towels to flotation devices and MRE-style instant meals.
While that last one is the closest, they’re actually meant to represent your special weapons! I’m not sure whether they’re supposed to be edible (the specials in the single-player campaign are depicted as coming in small tins, so who knows), but in any case, you’re probably meant to rip the packets open for instant access to your special weapon.
As a nice detail, when you use your specials, the packets actually disappear from your hat one at a time.
If you want to draw an Inkling in a dire situation, it’s probably best not to show them having both packets available. I’ve also yet to see any art of an Inkling doing something cool like ripping the packet open with their teeth…
Dick: Who the hell picked Rainbow Road? All these damn colors are making my eyes hurt–and that’s the second time I’ve fallen into space!
Jason: Damian did.
Damian: It’s better than the Haunted Mansion Tim wanted. The roads in that place are all edges!
Tim: At least that Chomp thing isn’t there. I’ve run into that guy every time I’ve seen him!
Jason: That’s because you suck. Shit! Not another fucking bomb!
Dick: I was playing this before you guys were even born. I am a god at this game.
Jason: Dick, shut up. You’re in last place.*gets a question mark* *question mark gives him a golden mushroom* This has to be the most useless fucking one. *repeatedly presses the ‘Z’ button* All it does it is jump me back and forth like I’m fucking glitching!
Dick: You just don’t know how to use it.
Jason: Strong words from someone playing as Yoshi. *gold mushroom launches him over the edge and into space* Well fuck you too, Wario,
Dick: Yoshi is lovable just like me. Besides, everyone knows Wario is just the asshole reject of the family. *gasps* Did you do that on purpose?
Tim: Dammit, Damian. Quit with the fucking turtle shells!
Damian: That wasn’t me!
Tim: I can see your screen!
Damian: STOP SCREEN CHEATING!
Tim: STOP HITTING ME WITH RED TURTLE SHELLS!
Damian: THE GAME KEEPS GIVING THEM TO ME!
Jason: Which one of you fuckers hit me with a red turtle shell?
Tim: That would be Princess Peach over there with her endless fucking supply.
Damian: I picked the wrong player! You three douchebags wouldn’t let me change it!
Tim: Oh, but this suits you so much better.
Damian: Whatever, Mario.
Tim: This game exists because of Mario.
Damian: This game exists for you to be anyone but Mario.
Dick: I got a star! Eat dust bitches! *passes everyone up* *falls off the edge into space* *gets put back in last* God dammit.
Tim: What’s with all the fucking banana peels, Jason?
Jason: You tell me, Mr. “I strategically placed upside down question marks everywhere to inflict maximum casualties.”
Tim: You have no proof that was me.
Jason: I saw you on your screen!
Tim: You screen cheated?
Damian: Doesn’t feel so good does it?
Tim:Can it, Peach.
Damian: Wow, what a clever pun. Did you strategically place that too?
Tim: I’m gonna strategically punch you in the face.
Dick: It’s so nice and drama free in last place.*laughs evilly to himself*
Damian: Have fun trying to hit me while I’m pelting you with red turtle shells!
Tim: *gets a question mark* Not if I have some turtle shells of my own. *question mark gives him the squid that puts an ink blot on his screen* Aw hell.
Damian: *laughs loudly* That’s some defense you got there.
Tim: I can’t see shit! *slips on Jason’s banana peels*
Jason: *is in 1st place* *hears a blue turtle shell coming* Is that a blue turtle shell? Tim and Damian, shut the hell up. I said, is that a blue turtle shell?
Tim and Damian: *both get out of the way of the blue turtle shell*
Jason: *gets hit the blue turtle shell* WHO THE FUCK SENT A BLUE TURTLE SHELL?
Dick: *more evil laughter*
Tim: It was Dick.
Damian: Did you screen cheat to find that out too?
Tim: This is Mario Kart. They literally show you where everyone is on a map! THERE IS NO SCREEN CHEATING!
Damian: YOU WEREN’T SAYING THAT WHEN JASON DID IT TO YOU!
Dick: I’m coming for you Jason.
Jason: Get the fuck away from me, Dick. Take your blue turtle shells, and get. The fuck. Away.
Jason, Tim and Damian: *get electrocuted*
Dick: *passes them all up*
Tim: Damian, I swear to God, if that question mark gives you a red turtle shell–
Damian: Let me pass you, and this won’t be a problem.
Damian: Then feel my red, fiery wrath! *shoots more red turtle shells at Tim*
Tim: You sadistic little–
Dick:Told you I was a god at this game. *is seconds away from winning in 1st place*
Jason: *presses ‘start’ and ‘restart race’ a millisecond before Dick crosses the finish line*
Dick: *gasps* YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! *throws his controller at Jason*
Tim: *gets hit by the controller*
Damian: Too bad you couldn’t have screen cheated to know that was coming.
Tim: *attacks Damian*
Dick: *attacks Jason*
*10 minutes later*
Bruce: You were playing Mario Kart. Mario Kart, boys. Grand Theft Auto doesn’t even make you this violent. Why is Tim’s nose bleeding?
Dick: It’s Monopoly all over again. It all started because Jason cheated.
Tim: *holding a tissue to his nose* Dick threw a controller at me–well, at Jason, but it hit me.
Damian: Serves you right, screen cheater.
Tim: I will bleed on you.
Jason: You shot a blue turtle shell at me. What was I supposed to do?
Dick: Take it like a man is what you’re supposed to do! You want to know what you’re not supposed to do? RESTART THE RACE JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE LOSING!
Bruce: Why is this my life?
This is pretty much exactly what happens when my fam plays Mario Kart. We get everyone together for a nice, friendly game of racing with funny attack methods, and it turns into a bloodbath. I’ve been every one of these. I’ve come close to killing most of my siblings–ESPECIALLY when they screen cheat. I hate that crap. I just ruins the game. And of course I’ve been a sore loser and either restarted the race or turned the console off before someone else won. I’ve bitten my brother before for hitting me with a blue turtle shell, and he once shattered our tv screen by humming his controller at it because he was playing against the CPU and Peach kept hitting him with red turtle shells. Good times.
It was late at night and you were still at the studio. You weren’t quite sure why you were here, maybe because it was quiet compared to your dorm. BigHit had just signed a new girl group, and you were lucky enough to finally debut with them.
Ever since BigHit had told you and your group the news, they had been incredibly excited about it. There wasn’t a moment anymore where you were able to get peace and quiet. So you had come to the recording studio at the BigHit building to sneak away.
There was a book you had been reading recently and you wanted to finish it as soon as possible. It was really good and you found it interesting, along with the messages and values that came out of the story, so you wanted to be able to read without being interrupted.
It was quiet, quieter than you had heard in weeks and it was comforting. The silence was always something you cherished because it meant that you were alone, and sometimes being alone was easier than constantly being surrounded by people.
As much as you loved your members, you needed time alone to think over things, or do things by yourself. Not everything could be down with them, and when you escaped like this they understood that. They would leave you alone until it got late enough and then one of them would call you and let you know it was time to come home.
You were annoyed when you heard the door to the studio open and you were about to snap at your members when you looked up and realized it was someone you had never met before. Of course you knew who he was though, he was Kim Namjoon from BTS, one of the other bands signed by BigHit.
The two of you locked eyes and you were both quiet for a little bit before you spoke up.
requested: “Jughead smut about the jacket? Like the reader is really mad he took it but he looks really hot and sin happens? Plz I’m a ho sorry”
GOD I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR AN EXCUSE TO DO THIS AND HERE IT IS
warning(s): SMUT, slight alcohol use
fuck here we go
The night is cold, tranquil. In FP Jones’ trailer the moonlight gives off a blue glare through the shutters on the windows, and the cans of Bud Lite that were previously gulped down with ease are now laying on the carpeted floor, slightly crushed.
You’re pinned against the wall, your legs wrapped against Jughead’s waist - your lips furiously moving against his in a rushed motion as he takes your shirt off effortlessly, your hands latching onto his clothing and doing the same.
And then he’s pouncing onto you again - his name written against your breaths of desperation for him to just do something already. He grabs your waist and kisses down your neck, nipping softly, before there’s a knock at the door.
“Oh my god -” You gasp out, Jughead losing his confidence in the spur of the moment, his head whipping around to look at the door.
“Is that your mom..?” He asks quietly, setting you down on the kitchen counter, pulling his shirt on, not bothering to fix his hair when he walked to the door.
You didn’t bother replying, you just followed him close behind.
Jughead was conversing with the Southside Serpents, from what you could tell - something about FP not snitching and how they would always have his back.
And then you saw the jacket.
That god damned jacket - the Snake embroidered leather jacket that symbolized all that was the antichrist of Riverdale. It shocked you, for a small moment.
But what really got to you was when he put it on.
Your boyfriend, Forsythe Pendleton Jughead Jones III, innocent, weird writer kid, with sex hair and a little smirk on his face, puts it on.
And you fucking die, you swear.
You widen your eyes and feel your heart tense up, your hand grabbing onto his arm, which is now guarded by his new article of clothing. “Juggie..?”
He thanks the Serpents and waves to them before closing the door behind him, walking back inside, an aura of badassery clinging to him. It was a new vibe, and strangely, you liked it.
He didn’t even let you speak before you were hurled up into his arms and making out with him again, right back where you started. His hands decide to travel more, unzipping your shorts and shoving them down.
You whine and pull back, his lips all smudged from your lipstick, and you swear it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He doesn’t hesitate to get to the point. He runs his fingers over your heat slowly and pulls them back, grinning and biting his lip.
“Naughty girl..” He mutters to himself and picks you up again, running to the small bedroom in the given space of the trailer, tossing you onto the unmade bed. “I want your underwear off.”
You immediately obey him, taking your lacy thong off, sliding it down your legs teasingly.
He leans down and kisses at your v line, leaving tiny hickies along his way to your cunt, pinning your hips to the bed so you couldn’t move away when he licked a stripe up.
You gasped and curled your toes, looking down at your beautiful boyfriend. “Jug -!”
He moaned, raspily, and began to eat you out, using every skill known to man with his tongue, and his lips, sucking on your clit as well. He’s so good at it and you don’t know if this is his first time or not, but fuck, does he know how to go down on you.
You have no idea where this boost of confidence came from, but you are not complaining in any way. Jughead is taking his time and going hard, looking up at you with lust the entire time, his eyes seducing you to the point of insanity.
You whimper underneath him, your body writhing on the bed in attempt to buck up and have some sort of liberation, your hand fisting in his somewhat nappy brown locks, back arching.
“Juggie, oh my god - yes..”
“Mhm?” He moans against you, and just as you’re about to come he pulls away, his lips wet and red. “Was that good, baby?”
“Wh - no! Go back!”
“I don’t think you call the shots, (Y/N)..” He purrs, kissing at your neck again, rubbing you slowly, one of his long, amazing fingers slipping into you. “God, how is it that you’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you?”
You sobbed and held onto him tight, rolling your hips against him and sucking on his collarbone, making sure he fucking felt that. “Take your shirt off, and the jacket - please..”
(there’s about to be some serious sin here folks prepare yourselves)
In almost an instant, his jacket and his shirt come off, as well as his socks and jeans, and he’s left in nothing but his tented boxers.
“Here’s what you’re gonna do..” He mutters, his lips pressed against your ear, “I’m gonna let you go, and you’re gonna make me feel good. Got that?”
You obey him when he let go of you, and start palming him through his boxers, squeaking quietly when you felt him twitch underneath his hand. “Jug..”
You nod, gulping and slowly taking his boxers down, your breath catching in your throat when you see him fully. But you still wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly at first - speeding up when Jughead moans at you to continue.
“That’s a good girl..” He rasps. “Suck me off.”
God, this was it.
You wrapped your lips around him and sucked slowly, teasing him, moving all the way down to his base, cupping his hip. He threw his head back and pushed himself into your mouth even more, panting. “God, (Y/N).. that mouth is astonishing.”
You groan around him and look up, using your tongue to brush the underside of his cock, his breath hitching.
It’s been a few minutes of you giving him head, and it’s tense - and hot. Jughead is moaning and gripping your hair and pushing you down further onto him, so close.
“H - Haah.. god, I’m close, baby, come on..”
His encouraging words made you speed up, and you pulled back, stroking him as fast as you possibly could. “Come on, Juggie, come on..”
“Open your fuckin’ mouth.”
You obeyed him again, sticking your tongue out while you opened.
Jughead felt a rush of excitement pulse through his veins as he reached his release, letting a low cry out as he came into your mouth, his back arching. “Fuuuck..”
You swallowed so the horrible taste wasn’t in your mouth anymore, panting when you were finished. “Thank you, Forsythe..”
“Mhm.” He grunts, laying down and pulling you next to him, “You’re welcome.”
“I - I didn’t come, yet..”
“C - Can I?”
Jughead though for a moment. “No.”
“Tomorrow, my love, I will wake you up with a surprise.”
“Now, enough talking, go to sleep.”
You cuddled closer into him and nuzzled his neck, appreciating the warmth of his body. “Okay, goodnight, baby.”
that was it! it was alright but i was up at like 2am writing this so i mean
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