#Bare Bronze

[queen-mabs-revenge]

i am obsessed with how fixated spideyblr is with the comics coffee bean gang and iterations of it — like we're objectively correct, but it's wild how other corners of the spider-man fandom see that part of the canon as ancient, obscure, and cringe?

#it's so strange to be talking to ppl who are spider-man ppl irl and they barely know the early stuff beyond references in modern runs #when i'm like canon peaked in the silver and bronze age and the later bronze age is on thin ice tbh

[sisaloofafump]

There's this misconception that Golden and especially Silver Age comics were particularly sexist. In reality, when looking at the treatment of Lois Lane, it's the Bronze Age and the introduction of second wave feminism that is actually so much worse.

For context, in the Golden Age, Lois is an independent and fiercely capable reporter. She has massive amounts of agency and often solved and leads investigations on her own. She gets rescued a lot, yes, but she is kidnapped due to her own actions, not Superman's. In the Silver Age, adherence to the comics code (and shifting public preference towards romance comics) made her character's main goals include marrying Superman. One may think this would lead to abhorrently sexist writing but it didn't. Instead, it used these constraints to make her one of the most ethically complex and defined characters, written by authors who love her, and taking her previous iteration's strengths and fleshing them out into a fully three-dimensional character. In addition, she may be less fierce, but she is one of, if not the most active member of Superman comics. She is uniquely a problem solver, problem starter, and investigator, acting in every position of case rather than just reacting to someone else's actions.

Then along comes the Bronze Age. Initially it looks like she is improving even further—she learns to fight, she regains independence from Superman, she lessens her need for marriage. But those changes don't last long.

Lois is flattened until she looses all personality and competency. Every story ends with her saved by Superman. Lois and the Black characters have the occasional quip about "Woman power!", all of which is made to be mocked by the audience and by Superman. Suddenly Clark (with and without cape) is telling her not to do things because she is a woman. Suddenly the things she easily could have done in the past, she can't anymore. It's not just how horrifyingly they treat Lois, it's how they make other characters sexist to balance her "feminism" out.

The Lois Lane comics go through several management shifts and by the 70s they are edited by a woman, who doesn't get to write the responses to the fan letters, and instead they institute the most comically sexist columnist I have ever read. It is so bad that I genuinely thought it was a joke. Even in the regular letter sections, the editors have clear contempt for Lois, a stark contrast to the love that was so apparent in the Silver Age.

The Lois series ends and she is booted to Superman Family, where she is treated far from good but at least she is her own character. In mainstream Superman, she is reduced to a background love interest with no capabilities, personality, or interests. Even in romance she is treated horribly by Superman and Clark. They keep saying that he loves her, but despite being more official than ever, it sure doesn't show.

Here are some panels for your perusal:

And of course, the mystery columnist:

Compare that with this editor's response from the Silver Age. See how much love they had for her and all her flaws. How much effort they put into making her a well rounded character. This is what we lost.

#this is just the absolute tip of the iceberg #I could go on about this for hours #they made some good changes #but oh god #I can barely read stuff from that era #dc comics #superman #clark kent #lois lane #Bronze Age comics #my rambles

[tahthetrickster]

wrt that last post

#sorry for being league on main #lol. lmao even #just so we're clear bronze iii is BARELY out of the LOWEST ranked tier IN THE GAME

[evilhorse]

Your face is just as bare as your chest!

#captain america #steve rogers #sharon carter #agent 13 #bare chest #dat rack #steve englehart #sal buscema #marvel comics #comics #70s comics #bronze age comics

[comfychomps]

#my post #fortnite #i’m a festival guy #rocket racing was fun when i was in bronze/the first half of silver #but once you get to a good rank it’s too hard 😭 #and lego fortnite is ehhh to me i’m not super into sandbox games like that… i barely play minecraft #polls

[s1g4]

Fighting against a mesm- (Interrupt!)

Fighting against a- (Interrupt!)

Fighting again- (Interrupt!)

Fighting against...myself?

Fighting against a mesmer sure is- (Interrupt!)

Where'd they go? Oh there

Fighting-

(You have been defeated)

Fighting against a mesmer sure is hard.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #I love my mesmer #but holy hell mesmer combat really does the skill difference between players and lays it bare #mithril invader my ass you full combo'd a clone #and then a bronze invader whoops my ass cause all he did was play patiently #wvw

[ashpkat]

i love u like no other; ur always on my mind

#MIDWESTERN EMO CALL #guys… ik he isn’t in the midwest leave me ALONE #i’m from the midwest btw #ian mcfarland lyrics #can we(just for a moment) think abt what this boy went through #can we talk abt the evil overlord list ? literallt anything? #his character needed so much more than he got #i know this character better than the authors do #magisterium #the magisterium #callum hunt #the iron trial #the copper gauntlet #the bronze key #no but seriously his character had a lot more layers than was EVER explored past the bare minimum because #the authors could get away w it because it was a kids book #damn it #i need more of his darker side being explored #brain itchy and rotting #these tags are a MESS

[cowdragons]

BIG big dump of a bunch of trollsona stuff. thank you xamag’s troll maker for reigniting fantroll brainrot <3

(these all came from making this lol)

#time to ramble in the tags! #it's a mutant shutin who lives in a caves and makes all its money off art commissions on the internet #and since delivery is such a handy tool it BARELY leaves its hive #it has weird mannerism from being raised alone with pseudo siblings who were real actual bug grubs (theyve all moved out) #and it has a crush on most celebrity clowns because it watches trashy romance media all day and is extremely susceptible to propaganda lol #also it smoked troll bug weed becuase B) beecause #B) #thinking of the trolltag being lovestuckQuarantine or solitaryLovebug? smthng like that #(\ ᶦᵗ ᵗʸᵖᵉˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵇᵉᵉᵗˡᵉ ʷᶦⁿᵍˢ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᶦᵗˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵒᶠᵗˡʸ /) #ANYWAYS #fantroll #homestuck #my art #oc #gemgo #bronze / gold blood mix btw. i think there'd be more in between shades naturally on alternia. its recognizdas a gold blood tho bc of the hue #xamag #troll maker #troll #im not throwing text back into the subscript generator but it also uses.... a lot of elipses. and periods. #types / speaks in a stunted... weirdly paced manner. because. that's how i talk / speak. #TYPE / speak #im not fixing that

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Section 2/5 for chapter 10 finished! Onto section 3!

#personal #fic: sins of the father #chapter 10 is going to be so fucking long oh my God #''black & bronze'' or ''the dragon has three heads'' long #i have BARELY covered the events of s1e2 #this is all SIDE CONTENT #someone make yorick (& me by extension) shut up #this boy is an emo english major

[youjustwaitsunshine]

not going to uni tomorrow bc i think if i did id just get sick, lets hope my creativity decides to drop in

#spent 10h at uni today #not including the like 90mins it took me to get there and back on top of that #absolutely flattened #lecture on repatriation (super interesting) but i retained barely anything bc im just fucking burnt out #talked about the parthenon marbles and the benin bronzes etc #then did some applications in the afternoon #and then attended two back to back student committee meetings #im so fucking finished

[themintycupcake]

King Shit of Trash Mountain

#splatoon 3 #big run #salmon run #glad that i at least got bronze #my high score was 90 so i barely broke the bronze tier... #anyway i've been collecting cans just for locker shitposting

[sonknuxadow]

wait nevermind apparently you need a silver medal at least to unlock the next stage

#HOWWWW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE I ONLY BARELY MADE IT TO BRONZE AFTER REPLAYING THE STAGE FOR HOURS #maybe i should just play a different game tsr is pissing me off lmao

[bronzebtch]

again, another useless headcanon....... rhea likes sweets.

#she doesnt get it a lot living near the alps of the vale #they barely get any fish from their ports #like they DO #but thats the main export i believe #except for some fabrics here and there #so no sugar! #she would've loved palm sugar </3 #i feel like chocolate hasnt been invented yet in westerosi world (i might be wrong) #but if it has................... hide them from her #also she likes to go to lil bakeries whenever she visits king's landing #cause they have custard bread! #she goes nyam nyam #BRONZE BITCH: HEADCANONS.

[tfsroleplay]

"SYLVIA! SYLVIA!"

"SYLVIA! SYLVIA!"

Both boys rush into her room, not even knocking. Sylvia lies on her bed, scrolling through her phone.

"You're supposed to knock when you enter someone else's room..."

"Never mind manners! Look at the new Splatfest coming up!!!"

Zach shoves his phone in her face, Sylvia's eyes widening.

"Drums, Guitar, or Keyboard..."

"You'll fit right in with this topic! Sooooo..."

Both of them stare at her, giving their best "puppy dog eyes"

"Play with us!"

"...I'll think about it."

#in chara: haru #in chara: zach #in chara: sylvia #((mannn im torn between keyboard and guitar...)) #((also aint no fucking way that the octoleet gear in grizzco is 2400 BRONZE SCALES TOTAL)) #((I BARELY HAVE 300 BRONZE SCALES))

[ink--theory]

just played like 2 hours of eggstra work

managed to get 194 with friends before quitting cause we kept zoning out so much lol

#last 2 eggstra works I got bronze so hopefully it'll be enough to barely scrape by with a silver 🙏🏻 #I would continue but uhhh...the few solo runs were kinda...bad LMAO #yeah im ok with my score of 194

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

could you do finnick odair giving you head? i loved your last fanfic!

of course! thank you so much <3

forbidden fruit | f. odair

masterlist

summary: finnick was your mentor; intimacy was strictly prohibited. but he just couldn’t help but succumb to your sweet taste. in the training centre, no less.

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, orgasm, finnick is a swallower!!!, swearing, kinda exhibitionism

notes: i just know finnick would be like a god at giving head. sorry it was a bit short; i had another wip going on as well. definitely enjoyed writing this though ;)

word count: 1.3k

This was wrong. So very wrong. Finnick was supposed to be your mentor. You were supposed to be doing one-on-one training. But, God, if you said having his tongue lapping between your thighs felt anything but perfection, you would be lying to yourself.

“Oh,” you breathed out. “Fuck, Finnick.”

His muscular arm had swung your leg over his shoulder, allowing him even deeper access to devour you against the wall of the empty Training Centre gymnasium. The lower half of your body had been stripped bare; your clothes discarded to the floor by the man kneeling beneath you.

He traced tight circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue, only stopping to suction his mouth around it and suck. A cacophony of shocked cries and desperate moans left your mouth. You should have known he would be able to make you feel this good. He had a wicked smile and a wicked mouth that could do filthy things.

Teeth nipped gently at your clit, causing your hips to jerk forward with a startled gasp. “Oh my God.”

Finnick removed his head from between your thighs, peering up at your expression with sinful sea-green eyes. Your mouth was slightly agape, brows were drawn together, and cheeks were flushed with a warm pink. His chin and lips were drenched with your juices. He really was devouring you whole.

“Gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he purred, pressing a kiss to the tender flesh of your inner thigh. “I know it feels good but…” His lips trailed up your thigh, getting closer to the place you needed him most. “…we wouldn’t want anyone to find you like this, would we?”

Oh, you knew what would happen if they did. However dangerous the consequences might have been, the idea of someone walking in on Finnick with his face buried in your pussy was exhilarating. Downright arousing.

You weren’t even sure how you ended up in this situation. One minute, you two were practicing hand-to-hand combat and the next, his tongue was exploring your body as you cried out his name in pleasure.

“I’ll be quiet. I—” Suddenly, his tongue was dragging from your soaking hole to the peak of your clit. “Promise.”

Your hand flew to your mouth, dampening the pleasured noises that threatened to escape. Another hand dropped into his hair, fingers interweaving with the messy bronze strands as you tugged him closer. He groaned into your pussy, sending a wave of euphoric vibrations through your body, stimulating the muscles in your stomach that pleaded for a release.

“Sweet girl. Taste so good,” his voice muffled into your skin.

Your heart fluttered at his praise.

And then, before you could even think, Finnick had pulled your other leg over his shoulder, holding you against the wall with pure muscle. He immediately continued his movements, leaving you only seconds to be baffled by his strength.

He flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit, his tongue rough in pressure and wild with speed. Tears were forming in your eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you. Your stomach was tensing and caving uncontrollably; chest rising and falling with fast, uneven breaths.

Even Finnick seemed to be gaining gratification from getting you to your high, obvious in the frenzied enthusiasm and moans that vibrated against you.

Somehow, he had managed to shift your weight onto one shoulder and dropped a hand to your core. His finger teased at your entrance as he continued working your swollen sensitivity with his tongue. He sunk his long finger into your pussy, instantly curling upwards into that deep, heavenly spot that had you biting your palm and your eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuck!” you cried into your hand.

Multitasking wasn’t a problem for him. He sucked, lapped, and tongued, all while curling and pumping his finger in and out of your hole, knuckles probing at your inner walls as he did. Then he added another finger, and you could feel its effects deep within your stomach.

Clit being assaulted and dripping-wet hole stuffed, your orgasm came creeping into the light. It was building slowly. First to be affected was your mind—your thoughts were utterly immoral. You were light-headed and blood buzzed in your ears.

Next was your lower half. Your thighs clenched around Finnick’s head, hips grinding against his tongue which only encouraged him further on. Then your breaths became shallow, a whine or whimper occasionally escaping with each exhale.

His mouth left your heat, fingers still pumping. “Are you close, sweetheart?” he asked in that carefully crafted seductive voice of his. You nodded frantically, pushing his dishevelled hair from his forehead as he gazed up at you. “Let me hear.”

Your hand fell from your lips. “But you said—”

“Forget what I said.” He leaned into your heat, his words fanning warmth against your pussy. “I want to hear my name coming from that pretty mouth of yours as you come.” An unhindered broken moan echoed around the room as he forcefully plunged his fingers into that spot deep inside you. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

The sound of your pleasure filled the gymnasium. You couldn’t even think about the possibility of someone walking in. Not when a white-hot heat was consuming your entire being.

He returned to your throbbing clit, hungrily sucking it in his mouth as if he were tasting a foreign delicacy. The pressure of his suctioned mouth had the heat feverishly spreading around your body, filling you up before it had the chance to explode. And with another pump of his fingers, a blaze erupted in your stomach.

“Finnick!”

Your moans rose an octave, head falling back against the wall as you repeated his name and strings of curses over and over. Sparks trickled down your legs and to your toes. Immense pleasure crested over every inch of your pulsing body, rendering you immobile in Finnick’s arms. Still, he didn’t stop.

Unbeknownst to you, just the sound of you reaching your climax had him coming undone as well, groaning into your gushing slick as his cock twitched and spurted white ropes in his pants.

He licked a long stripe up your slit, collecting your juices with his tongue. Fuck, he had never tasted anything sweeter. Anything more delicious.

As the wave of bliss began to pass, your tensed body began to relax. Finnick noticed, slipping his fingers from your hole and removing his mouth from your overstimulated clit. He watched as your fatigued body started to crumple in on itself, thankfully having the right idea to help you off his shoulders.

He settled you onto his kneeling lap, creating a wet patch on his pants. Not that he cared—it kind of turned him on again.

You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. How were you supposed to face him after… that? Much to your discomfort, Finnick turned your head to face his with a finger. The dry one, of course. His eyes searched yours with a look you couldn’t quite describe. Worry? Anxiety?

“You regret it?” he asked.

It took you a moment to decide; ultimately, you shook your head. That was the most exhilarating thing you had ever experienced in your life. Saying anything else would be a lie.

He smiled.

“But we shouldn’t do it again,” you said softly.

“No…” he sighed, the smile dropping from his face. “But we will.”

And there it was again—that devilish smirk. You couldn’t resist returning it with a sheepish smile because you knew he was right. You would do it again.

#wife of all dilfs ✍️ #finnick odair smut #finnick odair #finnick odair fanfic #finnick x reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair x you #finnick x oc #thg finnick #finnick imagine #sam claflin #the hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen