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Snug

Everything had been perfect in Stefan's life. He was handsome and his preppy clean-cut look and charming personality had gotten him a beautiful girlfriend. Thanks to his hard work he had also gotten into one of the country's best universities. Nothing could stop him from getting his dream job and marrying his girlfriend. He was really living his perfect life.

Well, that's what he thought right before entering his dorm and smelled the rank atmosphere inside. Sigh. There was just one little thing that spoiled his life on campus : he shared his dorm with Bryce.

Bryce was your typical jock douchebag. Popular, obnoxious, party-goer and obsessed with working out. Apparently he hadn't registered that working out constantly also meant that he needed to wash his dirty gym gear and not leave them all over the dorm. Stefan's clean and neat persona clashed with Bryce's unhygienic and messy one. Living with him was like a nightmare.

Stefan stepped in the musty dorm and approached his bed where he immediately noticed a piece of clothing that wasn't his. He already felt the frustration rising inside of him. Bryce had, for some reason, left one of his dirty jockstraps laying there on his bed.

Stefan saw red. The disgusting jockstrap would have originally been white, except the fabric of the pouch was stained yellow and distended. Stefan tried as hard as he could to not picture how Bryce's filthy cock and bodily fluids could have done that to a piece of clothing. "Does he think i enjoy his nauseating stench ?!"

Stefan was outraged. He wished he didn't have to take care of Bryce's dirty laundry and that he'd do it himself. He picked up the rank piece of fabric to try and dispose of it. To his horror the jockstrap was stiff in his hand, supposedly hardened by Bryce's ... cum. Stefan then swore he could hear, or feel, a voice inside his head.

"hmmm... musk..."

Shocked, he flung it across the room. He started panting heavily. What was that voice ? That feeling ? He looked at the hand that had touched the jockstrap's stiffened waistband and felt a sort of tingliness at the tip of his fingers. The tingly feeling started spreading across his hand and then up his arm. It felt like cotton all over his body. As it took over him, Stefan tried running for the door but he suddenly felt his entire body shrink and hollow out. Stefan wanted to cry for help but all he could do was feel his entire body twisting and reshaping into a pair of white Adidas socks as he fell to the floor. He could still feel, hear and smell but he couldn't move.

That's when he heard the turning of the doorknob. Bryce entered the room and walked where Stefan was laying. He had just come back from his afternoon run.

Stefan felt Bryce kneel next to him and, for a second, thought that he might be able to help him out ! "Bryce ! Help me !"

With a dopey grin, Bryce took the socks in his hand and looked at them. Stefan thought he was saved !

"Sick dude ! I didn't think i had any other clean pair of socks !"

Stefan tried to scream at him that this was him ! That he wasn't just a pair of socks ! But Bryce didn't hear anything. Stefan really was just a pair of socks, and socks aren't meant to speak, they're meant to be worn. The horror of the situation dawned on Stefan as he heard Bryce kick off his trainers and took off his current pair of socks, dirty and worn out. "I've been wearing these nonstop for months, it's time for a change huhu !"

"No ! I'm not just some piece of clothing for Bryce to ruin !" Stefan screamed out. He tried resisting in vain as Bryce pulled the pristine socks over his sweaty feet. Stefan's new body conformed to the shape of Bryce's feet and lower calves. His senses were immediately assaulted by the rancid musk.

"They're so snug bro. I'm going to wear them until they're completely ruined huhuhu"

Stefan's perfect reality, his life, his dreams, his future... everything unraveled as his new disgusting soaking reality set in. He felt so disgusted and humiliated to be a gymrat's rank socks. Bryce put on his trainers. Stefan was immediately soaked in sweat. Bryce stood and left the dorm, heading for his evening workout.

1 year later

Bryce loved his new socks and the way they seemed to fit his feet perfectly. The pristine white socks hadn't stayed that way for long. Bryce wore the socks everyday nonstop for months, to class, to the gym, even when he fucked his bros. The socks had gradually started to fray and darken.

At first, Stefan tried to resist his new life. He was determined to not let this break him. However the months went on. Trapped inside Bryce's hot sweaty shoes, Stefan was constantly drenched in sweat and musk and over time, he could feel it not only affect the fabric he was made of but also the fabric of his mind. Little by little, Stefan got more and more filthy and ruined and so his mind corrupted.

What started as a nightmare gradually became more pleasant. Stefan began enjoying the smell of Bryce's feet. Stefan's entire psychology reshaped itself around Bryce's sweaty feet. He realized he was nothing but a sweaty pair of socks who belongs to a big, muscular jock named Bryce. Stefan eventually accepted his place as Master Bryce's property, taking comfort and pride in serving the big jock and worshiping his sweaty scent and dirty feet.

His former self long gone, Stefan was broken and twisted into something better. He who used to love his girlfriend so dearly, now only had adoration for his Master's rankness. He finally felt at home, perfectly wrapped around his Master's feet.

Bryce had no plan to stop wearing his socks. He wanted to wear them out until they couldn't be worn anymore, but that would surely take several more years.

Bryce had no idea that the preppy, clean-cut guy he used to dorm with became nothing but a perverted, dirty pair of athletic socks who now existed only to pleasure him.

Hey hi! I wanted to confess. I’m really into big burly hairy guys, I want to worship them, I want to massage every inch of their beautiful body, I want to lick it and I want to be like them. But I have a part of me who feels like I can’t do that, that I am neither looking the part nor do I have the right personality. I’m no big horny sub for muscle bear and daddies, I am just a nerd with a fairly reserved attitude. Can you, potentially help me become the man of my fantasies?

"Are you sure that's what you really want ? You do see pretty damn repressed, so i guess making you loosen up and let it out wouldn't be bad. But you seem to have a lot of suppressed potential. I'm telling you, once we open the dam there's no stopping the flood, and you might not like what comes out. You sure ? Alright, well, i'm not going to ask you twice."

I snap my fingers and in one instant, your entire body blows up with meat. You stumble backwards as you're suddenly hit with your new mass. Every inch of your body now sports mighty muscles and a thick layer of fat. Your arms and legs enlarging into thick, powerful limbs. Your nonexistent pecs ballooning outwards into masculine tits. And most shocking, your formerly flat stomach bloating up into a robust gut.

You feel the instant need to free yourself from your tightening clothes and expose your thick, virile body for the entire world to witness. You grab the collar of your shirt and easily rip the entire garment apart, releasing your bulging muscles outwards (click to see).

With it, something else emancipates inside you. That doesn't feel like the meek, repressed you right ? Well, all that insecurity, it's gotta go somewhere right.

You feel the dam of your anxiety breaking and letting loose all your suppressed anger, dominance and sexual aggression. All these emotions that had been bottled up inside of you for your entire life come crashing into your psyche like a flood of toxic masculinity.

The meek, fragile shell of a "man" that you were. That was never you. That was who society conditioned you to be in order to not be perceived as a threat. Well you were sick of it. Sick of being a neutered wimp. Now you were going to embrace all that society told you was wrong about who you always wanted to be. A real man.

The final changes set in. Fat covered your maturing face. Where smooth skin used to be grew a thick, dense beard. Your jaw cracked and widened, your nose grew bigger, and your brow bone protruded. You feel a sudden freshness on your scalp as all your hair falls down except for a thin strip along the top of your head, giving you mohawk crop matching your new personality.

You skin tingles as hair sprouts all over your once hairless body. Your entire body chemistry gets rewritten and you start sweating a constant stream of sweat that won't ever stop, no matter the amount of exercise you do. You start emitting a thick, manly musk. One that you'll cary with you no matter how many times you shower. You feel a deep rumble in your stomach and without hesitating you let out a loud, obnoxious burp. With it, your stomach inflates once more, this time into the round belly of a muscle bear.

Damn, you even got the bear smirk down already. The attitude adjustment did wonders on you. How do you feel big boy ?

Hey, don't give me that dirty look. You did say you wanted to "become the man of your fantasies". Wish granted bro ! You're now a big burly muscle bear. Well, you're more of a bull now, one who loves to dominate and be worshiped by eager men. One with a girthy dick and bull balls full of manly seed that needed to be drained.

Your love for everything masculine is now all encompassing. You want none of that lefty pansy crap. What you like is pure testosterone. You're now a proud androphile. Muscles. Hair. Musk. Confidence. Pride. Those were the only things that you glorified.

You're now so dominant that you'll grab any man you see to shove them against your meaty muscles. Make them worship you !

hum .... wow, i didn't mean it had to be me ! Back up ! H-

"Be a good boy and start licking, pup" (click to see)

It so hard to act like a masc, straight, conservative jock around my dads family, being gay and a twink... I just wish be able to stop acting, any help?

"Well, the solution is quite simple. It's like your boyfriend always says : the red-blooded alphas in your family, they don't think with their brains, they think with their dicks. And since you're so eager and willing, i can easily make that happen for you."

"But because i'm not evil, as some may assume, i'll even give you an out in case you choose to opt out at any point. You can decide to stop whenever you want and i'll transform you back to normal. The only thing you need to avoid is cumming because that'll make the changes permanent. Got it ? Easy right !"

I snap my fingers and you start feeling light-headed as your blood flow redirects downwards to your enlarging dick. As your train of thoughts comes to a halt, it suddenly clicks. Your boyfriend was right. You just needed to think with your dick huhu. You felt a surge of confidence as all your anxiety and insecurity drained into your balls. You felt so free for the first time ever.

"Already satisfied ? This isn't even the best part yet. Let's give you a body that matches you new bro attitude." With that, your entire body blows up in brawny muscles all at once, filling out your formerly baggy clothes. With all your inhibitions gone, you started flexing and slapping your new powerful muscles to show them off.

Your body now looks like that of a broided out jock with a personality to match. Unfortunately all the clothes you currently have are those you used to wear : baggy clothes that hid your entire body. Before, you would never have thought so much as to show an inch of skin. Well that wouldn't do anymore.

Your wardrobe gets updated with more revealing clothes, matching your newfound confidence. Tank tops, under armour shirts and tight fitting tees are now part of your regular look, as well as jeans and grey sweatpants to perfectly showcase your bulge. And your new look wouldn't be complete without one crucial accessory : a red MAGA cap.

It feels weird to wear it at first considering how much it represents everything that you stood against. It felt wrong. But that was the old you talking. The one who worried constantly about how other would perceive him. Well he wasn't in charge anymore. So you did what you do best now, you started thinking with your dick, letting it guide you.

Gradually, your common sense and critical thinking skills dulled. You realized that it truly didn't matter what others thought about you. It was just a red cap, and if that offended them then .... then ... they were just a bunch of snowflakes !

That's how it began. Wearing your MAGA cap became less of a neutral stylistic choice and more of an intentional display of your political allegiances. It didn't happen right away. It grew over time inside of you like an insidious red corruption, slowly turning your blue liberal values of inclusivity and understanding into patriotism and bigotry.

Eventually, you saw it as clear as day. What the values of a real man were supposed to be : conservative, God-fearing, gun-loving and proud to be American.

With those mental changes came your new breeding tool, gradually enlarging as your core values got perverted. You'll need it to put little white babies in the wombs of all the women who will want you to fertilize them with your strong alpha genes. If you decide that you want this life for yourself of course.

You feel it right ? All your faggotry has drained into your balls. Your former boyfriend was now a distant memory. The only thing you can imagine putting your dick into from now on are a hot bimbo's thick lips and tight pussy. And with that needier cock of yours, you'll need to drain your balls inside hot chicks constantly.

Some of them will call you a toxic white male, but deep down you know that they'll all be begging for you to impregnate them with your patriotic white dick. And with your new God given duty to propagate and spread your seed, you'll have these bitches lining up for their turn outside your place.

So, how do you feel ? Pretty fucking swole i reckon ? Well show off those strong all american beefy muscles for me bro.

Hell yeah, that'll show those libtards. Oh your new look ? Well any respectable american's favorite colors to wear are camo and stars and stripes of course. And with your MAGA cap permanently screwed to your head, from now on you won't be caught outside not advertising your love for the military and your country to the entire world.

You're finally the son your father always wanted. A masculine male, physically powerful, strong-willed, proudly republican and most importantly, heterosexual. Your entire family was shocked at the transformation, but they were very supportive of how your life turned out.

Your former college friends didn't have such a positive reaction. They were disgusted and appalled by who you had become : a reactionary douchebag. But no one was more shocked than you former boyfriend. Not that you cared about what that pathetic faggot had to say. The only thing you had on your mind were the curvy bodies of women and how you'll have them cream on your fat dick.

You're getting excited about that uh ? Hey ! I see you pawing at your big dick a bit too much there bro. Remember that if you cum-

Your cock suddenly erupts as your former self gets drained out of your balls forever, leaving a huge mess in your underwear (click to see)

Well... Enjoy your new MAGA life bro !

I've always enjoyed reading transformation fiction, and it's always such a shame that's all it is...fiction. There are so many things I could think about becoming if it were all real, but I understand the risks. For example, I have a close mate of mine that I've had something of a crush on for years now, super tall and slim but toned where he needs to be, dark curly hair, well groomed beard, and such a nice ass that definitely doesn't match his slender figure. Shame he's straight. I want nothing more than to be with him. It would be easy to try and change him to suit my needs, but that might change the way I see him. Even if I changed myself to be what he wants, those wants could change on a whim and then I'm stuck with him showing me no attention because his interest has gone.

No, I don't want to be what he wants; I want to be what he needs.

I have to admit, your mate is very handsome indeed. I understand why you'd have a crush on him. I mean, it's obvious just from the way you describe him. You're completely head over heels for him. But you don't want me to change him for you because .... you're scared you won't find him hot anymore ? So instead you want to ignore your feelings and become what HE wants instead ? It's kinda pathetic ... dude, you need to stop thinking about what other people want and think about what YOU want ! Take what's rightfully yours !

Now, i already hear you saying "he isn't for me to take", "it's objectifying", "even if i wanted to i'm not like that anyway", "i'm way out of his league" bla bla bla... Quit finding excuses bro. You said you wanted to become what he needs. Have you ever thought that what he's always needed was a man powerful enough to claim him ? I'm here to help you get what you want, do you want to pass that up ?

That's what i thought. Alright, so you'll need to listen to what i'm saying and everything will work out. I want you to close your eyes and think about your crush. Think about his dark locks and his beautiful eyes. Think about his plump lips and his fit body. How does that make you feel ?

"Like i want to be with him so bad ... like i want him to be my boyfriend ..."

Good ! These are your desires so why should you ignore them ? You want him to be yours right ? You want to make him yours ?

"Yeah .... i guess ....."

Alright, now i want you to think about his bubble butt, the one you've been secretly glancing at for years. Think about how round it is, how defined it looks in his gym shorts, how it bounces whenever he walks. What do you want to do with it ? You want to grab it right ?

"hum ... yeah ...."

But you want to do more than that. When you're at his place and you see him sleep, you want to grab his ass right ? You want to jiggle his plump bubble butt and feel it bounce. You want to spread his cheeks and then grind your dick against his tight hole right ?

"fuck .... yeah, i want that !"

You want to shove him into the mattress and shove your hard dick into him. You want him to take the full length of your cock and then you want to pound his ass into submission. You want both of you to fuck so hard that you'll be completely covered in sweat and that you'll fall asleep with your dick still in his warm hole.

"FUCK YES !!!"

"... but .... he's straight. I can't force that on him."

You won't have to force him. You'll convince him to give himself to you. You know you want it. Don't fight it bro, these feelings you've always had for him. Every time you see him, it's the only thing you can think about: turning him into your own personal buttslut.

You have the power to make that happen in you. Feel that burning power coursing through your veins. Feel how it's making your muscles surge, how it's making your dick enlarge into a tool designed for wrecking holes, how it's making you grow into the dominant jock with the strength to make him yours. And how it's filling you with the confidence to do it

At first you fight against your urges. This doesn't feel like who you are. But gradually, you realize that your obsession with your mate is too overwhelming, and it'll only be quenched if you accept this change.

Don't fight it bro, give in to your desires. Becomes the alpha beast that'll convert your mate into the cock-hungry bottom boy of your dreams. Accept these desires. Feel the countless tattoos etching themselves on your skin as you accept them, each one representing a desire you've embraced.

You eventually go beyond mere accentance, fully assimilating your desires into your very being. With it you've converted into a manly arrogant fuckboy who'll take what is rightfully his.

Open your eyes bro.

Check yourself out man. Feel those powerful rippling muscles. Smell that sweaty musk that'll get any bottom boy you want on their knees. Yeah, i can tell you love your new body by that smug look on your chiseled face.

Your personality has been improved: bolder, cocky, dominant, with a sex drive to match your new needs. Your massive package is already begging -no, demanding attention. You're a sexual beast. Now go and do what you've always wanted to.

Your mate was shocked by your new appearance. Your old self only peeking through in the traits of your face, otherwise drowned in a sea of muscle and ink.

"Dude, what happened to you ?"

"You'll address me as Sir from now on, boy."

Wasting no time, grabbing him forcefully and forcing him on his knees in front of you. You hold the back of his head and force him into the front of your shorts, making him breathe the musk emanating from your bulging package. Your mate struggles against you, pushing against you and trying to get himself free from the stench.

"Breathe in boy."

He resists at first, trying to get away and holding in breath so as not to inhale your intoxicating musk. But your masculine pheromones eventually start taking effect, clouding his brain in fluffy cotton candy. You feel his resistance gradually break down. His eyes glaze over and his arms fall to his sides. He's now taking deep breaths of your sweaty aroma, moaning in pleasure.

You finally got him exactly where you wanted him. Lifting his chin up, you looked at him in his puppy eyes and slid your thumb in his mouth.

"Daddy's gonna pop your cherry now. Turn around"

With a nod, your mate turned around and presented his willing ass to you. Not wasting any time, you ripped his shorts appart, revealing the smooth bubble butt you had spent so long fantasizing about. You whipped out your ten-inch cock and positioned its head against his tight hole.

With one deep stroke, you entered your whole length inside his ass. He groaned in pain at first, unfamiliar with this new sensation. It was entirely foreign to him. You didn't move, resting your hip against his ass, letting him get used to the feeling of your cock inside of him.

After breaking him in, you started going back and forth in thrusts of increasing energy. Your sexual needs took over, this was what you had been waiting for for so long. You pinned him down and went to town on his ass. His tight warm hole felt amazing, better than you could have ever imagined. With loud animalistic grunts, you gave your former mate a true pounding ... and he was loving it (click to see).

His hole was getting wrecked but it was the most pleasurable experience he had ever had. The feeling of your throbbing cock pushing against his prostate was completely rewiring his brain. You were making him high off of your dick and you were determined to make him fully addicted. With each thrust, more of his straightness was decimated and a bottom slut was being born. How could he have missed out on this for so long.

“Ahhh, fuuuuuuck. Holy shit dude.”

"Yeah that’s right bitch. You're gonna be my bottom bitch now boy."

"Please... make me your bitch, sir"

His hole was conforming perfectly to the shape of your cock and the sensation was making both of you go wild. You continued dicking him down like an animal in heat. You fucked him like you wanted his hole to be forever molded to your cock. Eventually, you exploded in a torrent of cum inside of him; seeding him and marking him as yours forever.

Feeling the flood of seed inside him, he came right after you. He would be addicted to getting his ass pounded for the rest of his life. You had transformed your former mate into nothing more than a cum-hungry slut.

Along with his rewritten psyche, his physical appearance quickly changed as well. The newly christened buttslut now only wore extremely revealing and tight clothes in order to show off his body to other men. He exclusively wore jockstraps so that any man could have easy access to his ass. His entire existence now revolved around pleasing men by getting his hole as well as his dick sucking lips stuffed with thick dicks.

His plain hair was bleached and dyed hot pink so that anyone would be aware of his bottom status. A permanent look of submissiveness was plastered on his face. The glint of intelligence in his eyes had faded and his dull look now only betrayed his craving for cum.

You were the first man in a long list of men who'll be using his holes from now on. But, as the first man to ever fucked and seed him with your potent cum, he would always belong to you. You had cunted him and his hole will forever be tailor made for your dick.

You finally had the fucktoy himbo boyfriend of your dreams. Enjoy !

“Please,” she whispered. The villain paused.

A slow grin spread a cross their face.

“Begging so soon? Not very heroic.”

She laughed, and it hurt.

“Not heroic, no.”

The villain’s eyes narrowed, head tipping to the side as they regarded her.

Her eyes darted to the door, fear beginning to churn in her gut. Their face cleared as they followed her gaze, understanding writing itself on their skin.

“You’re afraid,” they observed. The villain stepped forward to where she knelt, knees digging into the ground. Their cool fingers wrapped around her chin and tipped her head up. “But not of me.”

She stilled, swallowing.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

The villain tutted, smile vicious and victorious and soft.

“Don’t lie to a liar.”

She closed her mouth.

The villain traced soothing circles along her jaw with their thumb. “You’re afraid your friends will get here in time,” they said softly. The hero made to jerk away, and the villain’s nails dug into her skin, eyes flashing in warning. “You’re afraid they’ll make it here in time to save you.”

Bitterly, tears rose in her eyes.

“Please,” her voice broke. The villain was silent.

They sighed.

“Up you get,” they tugged her up, wrapping an arm around her waist when she wobbled on numb knees. She closed her eyes.

She expected pain, the sharpness of finality, the crisp bite of death—but it wasn’t there.

When she opened her eyes, the villain was watching her.

Her gut sank.

“You aren’t going to kill me.”

The villain shrugged a shoulder.

“Oh, of course not. You want to die. What could be more torturous for you than leaving you alive?”

This time, the panic that curled in her gut was for the villain.

“Let me go then,” she said. The villain’s grip was stone on her waist.

“Mmm, I don’t think so. I won’t kill you,” they reminded. They tugged her against them so swiftly she didn’t feel it happen. Their lips pressed against her ear.

“No, love. I’m going to turn you into another me.”

She could feel their grin against her ear.

They vanished, taking her with them, before her friends could get there.

Six months later, she picked her friends off. One. By. One.

And the city burned.

who keeps giving her these things

When the subliminal messages you hid in his mix you made for him starting his brain....."Relax...Obey...grow...give in....share the mix"...

Andrés

Coach slipped those supplements to all his players. None had been able to control it and took out their urges on him. Coach got a team of absolute BEASTS and was getting absolute cum drunk on their muscle juice. He'd taken in so much muscle juice Coach hadn't noticed he was slowly starting to grow too

“Coach, what is in those supplements you gave me?? I’m getting freakishly huge! My dick even lengthened out! I need more right fuckin now! I’ve never felt this good in my life! I’m so fuckin horny! I’ve been fucking everyone! Speaking of, don’t think you’re getting out of here without at least sucking me off! Hahaha!!”

Give this guy a follow fellows.

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Go on, bury your face in this porn Aphas pit. Let him trap your face in place till your high off his stink, eyes watering and bloated cock leaking in response to your Gods musk

How Politicians Justify Corruption?

Everyone : Can You Answer Please?

“8 ways  Politicians Justify Corruption”

by: Gevex Gendric Torre Dispo

Every nations’ politicians always have their own opinion on how politicians Justify corruption. To those who still don’t know, here are the top answers.

8. “I’m RECOUPING my EXPENSES from my CAMPAIGN”

- Winning my sit in office was no miracle from the sky. It cost me an arm and a leg and a couple of torsos too,

Politics is business. I need to recoup my expenses from all the TV spots and the T-Shirts and the gift packs I gave away during elections. Not to mention those overpriced advertising agency rates.

So, As long as i do a good job as a leader, breaking even on my expenses should be forgivable.

7. “Everyone’s DOING IT anyway”

- It’s okay to steal because everyone in office is doing it anyway. Corruption is more the rule than the exemption in this armpit of my nation.

6. “THINK of me as ROBIN HOOD”

- Can you justify stealing something and giving it to the poor is believable? Never!

Face it. Even my Country’s (Philippines) Constitution is the world’s biggest Joke Book -- it was written for the rich by the rich themselves and the poor were designed to be the poor sinced the beginning.

- Budget Allocation is a bigger joke. Money always end up in the pockets of those greedy, pot belliied, Sons of bitches we call congressmen instead of the starving poor “maralita”.

5. “LEADERS cannot be RESPECTED if they don’t look POWERFUL”

- Do you think foreign investors would talk to me if i rode an owner type jeep to our meetings? Would they even look at me in the eye if i wore Chinese Pradas?

Leaders are kings, and they should live like kings too. Only will the people believe you if you look like one.

4. “Laws can be too constricting, Let me serve my nation using my own STYLE.”

- Hey, as long as everybody is happy in the end right? Who CARES if i stole money from the people? I’m not a perfect leader, but in the end, I still did a kick ass job.

3. “I’ve SACRIFICED so much to LEAD, why can’t i get some PERKS?”

- Being in Office is a thankless job. The hours are long and stressful I barely get my salary worth it, I rarely see my family, I can’t even play golf in the weekends.

And what do i get in return? a MEME in FACEBOOK? making fun of my paunch, my receeding hairline, my less than firm grasp of English Grammar or whatever new insult people can think of.

Is it BAD that I REWARD myself from time to time?

2. “At least I’m doing a better job than my predecessor.”

-  Bitch Please! You dare compare me to the chimpanzee that ran this country before me. I’m certainly doing a better job than him or her.

What I’m doing is a petty crime, compared to my predecessor. I’m the LESSER EVIL. Cut me some SLACK.

1. “I’m DOING this for my FAMILY.”

-  FAMILY comes FIRST before the NATION.

Everyone who is NOT my FAMILY are just numbers in a pile chart or test crash dummies.

You may call me a HORRIBLE statesman but ask my Children and they will tell You I am the World’s Greatest Dad.

My Children eat in the best restaurants, go on vacations around Europe, My FAMILY is Evacuated FIRST if a WAR broke out and get to have their degrees in the best universities abroad.

This is my 111th Blog in Tumblr. All Contents are originally posted and is prepared for months of deep proof reading.

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I'm worried...

Note: this is about my work-in-progress debut novel

I was never the "speak up" person. Like, I grew up staying behind the shadows of those who stood up and speak up against wrongdoings. That is why I take pride and commend those that do, but I could never say the same to myself. Not only is my insane inhibition a hurdle to my thought process, but I would also tend to panic as well. If I were to speak up, the words come out in a mumble-jumble of scattered irrelevance, and I would digress-- every time.

Anyway, what this post is mainly about is how I've been trying to fight that side of me that prohibits my capabilities to stand up and speak up. It is my constant fear and anxiety that I may insult or disrespect, for I have witnessed first-hand how my words tend to shoot to kill, and I would immediately regret and sulk and hate myself, and I'm sick of hating myself.

But then I realized, I can still stand up for what is right and speak up, but not in a literal sense. That is why I decided to be more vocal and factual in my writing, doing my best to avoid bias, and to side with the truth, but in my current case of writing a fiction novel, just a tinge of fantasy riddled surrounding it.

And that worries me. Because I am writing something that might become an allegory of my country's government; how its ineptitude to detect nor eradicate corruption and the rampant, recurring political dynasties had been so incompetent and futile it's preposterous. That is why I wanted to write about it. Although my intention is what was aforementioned, I would never mean to directly reference names nor mean libel. But as the saying goes "if the shoe fits", well, then there's nothing I can do about it. Well maybe there is, but no one (and I mean no one) can stop me from exercising my freedom of speech.

And yes, I am very much aware that there are repercussions, but I might as well say it now; fuck off, and respect my "opinion".

xo,

Christian

Got a new WIP (the outfit is not cooperating with me)

Kuvira - Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely

Kuvira’s story is that of a descent into villainy through the corruption of power. Her original intentions are noble. She plans on reuniting the Earth Kingdom and create a kingdom where the people under her rule will not have to be afraid or alone. The Kingdom wasn’t united even before the earth queen fell and it didn’t have a strong central government to rule for the people. This is why her regime was important. It united the people under one government and delivered on it’s promises to the regions that joined her, but the more she brought the kingdom together the less she wanted to step aside for Prince Wu. Prince Wu is someone who has never struggled a day in his life, doesn’t understand the needs of the people, and has everyone do the work for him. He is unqualified in every way for his job. Kuvira has seen the struggle the people of the earth kingdom have undergone and does, at least initially, truly want to create a better environment for them. The previous government didn’t work and there needed to be a new form of power for anything to change. Like Zaheer said “new growth cannot exist without first the destruction of the old.” The more Kuvira saw of the kingdom and its circumstances the more she realized the old form of government needed to be done away with. She came to the conclusion that to do that she couldn’t give up her power.

The main turning point in her intentions turning from noble to twisted was with Varrick’s invention of the spirit bomb. Her intentions up until then still had the people in the kingdom’s best interest at heart and she hadn’t up until this point resorted to violence to get a region to sign over power.  Once this weapon of mass destruction was discovered no one could oppose her military might and the power of the weapon started to go to her head.  She displayed her military might to zaofu as a means of intimidation and later forces the people within the city to accept her as their leader. This descent goes even further to her assault of republic city. There is a slow progression throughout the season. The more her power grows the more radical her thinking becomes. When she is faced with eliminating her enemies as well as Bataar Jr she thinks on it for only a moment before making her decision. If this was at the start of the season I have no doubt Kuvira would not have sacrificed Bataar for her cause. This perfectly illustrated how she feels. Her goal has become bigger than any one person. It is the ultimate dissolution of her initial goal. The people were her main reason for taking the position and she let the power she amassed warp that goal until it didn’t even take the people into consideration. It is only though Korra saving her that she realizes the steep decline into the abyss she had taken. Korra saving her signified what she initially stood for, the people. No one goal should be above the lives of the people and she had lost sight of that through her crusade. Once she realized that she stepped down and let herself be taken away for judgement.  

Making a desperate, slutty boy say "I'm your dog" over and over again while hopelessly humping a pillow and whimpering. You agree, reblog.

Bro, it's like 4PM in São Paulo right now and all the smoke made it look like it's already night...city of ashes indeed.

I’ve now corrupted my “normal” friend into watching the live action One Piece and she likes it. She’s also a simp for buggy. My work here is done.

Thinking about that feeling when a guy who's stronger than you pounds you from behind with a fist full of hair wrapped in his hand. Him grunting and groaning. Telling me how tight I am. How he "can't believe it even fit" after he forced it to.