#I'm not sure if we as a society spend enough time thinking about how

[forcestruck]

OBI-WAN KENOBI PART VI

#obi wan kenobi #kenobi #star wars #swedit #starwarsedit #kenobiedit #starwarsblr #swsource #starwarsdaily #kenobisource #kenobi spoilers #I'm not sure if we as a society spend enough time thinking about how #upon seeing Anakin's face for the first time in person since Mustafar #his reaction is to apologize #*mine

[quasi-normalcy]

I know that this is the "Turning social problems into matters of individual virtue" website, but here's one change that you can make to yourself as an individual that I honestly think will have beneficial collective effects:

Stop Thinking You're Better Than Other People.

Do I mean that you should go through life thinking that you're the lowliest and most wretched scum who's ever lived? No. I mean that there exists no meaningful criterion by which one human being can be said to be absolutely 'better' than another. And even if there was, you don't know enough about other people's circumstances and interior thoughts to meaningfully judge them in these absolute terms. So don't even try! It's a futile endeavour.

"But what about fascists? Surely I'm better than them!"

Okay, so let me preface this by saying that fascists are dangerous, they're misguided, their acts and intentions are evil, and they need to be stopped, including through physical violence. But you're not better than them. I know that this is a difficult pill to swallow; I myself used to pat myself used to pat myself on the back because, well, at least I wouldn't have been a Nazi. But you know what? If the circumstances were right, I could have been. We all could have been, just as we all could have joined a cult at some point.

Looking at myself, for example: there was never any serious possibility that I could have been swept up into the alt-right movement. Why? Because I'm transgender, and I was raised to be a socialist. How easy it is to *not* become a fascist when you're one of their scapegoats! How much harder it would be to avoid if you're one of the people they flatter and groom, if you're raised by people who are sympathetic to fascist ideals, if you grow up in a community where such ideals are common! The fact that fascist movements can seemingly emerge amongst every nation and people--including those who have historically been victims of fascism--confirms this. What if I had lived a hundred years later, at a time when transgenderism was a complete non-issue, and they'd moved on to some new scapegoat? What if they had approached me on my absolute worst day and told me that all of my problems were caused by moochers and parasites, and that I could fight back and claim my birth right by joining them? Can I really say that I wouldn't? Can anyone?

But even beyond that, what is a fascist but the ultimate example of someone who needs to feel superior to others? What is scapegoating but the act of selecting an entire group of people and declaring them to be inferior to you? And if you just refuse to believe these things; if you refuse to accept the premise that some people are better than others, and call it out whenever it comes up; then you're cutting these movements off at knees! The ideological force of fascism comes from imagining humanity as a strict hierarchy, with the master race on top and the degenerates on the bottom. Simply refuse to believe in such a hierarchy! Refuse to even entertain it!

"But then how can I feel self-esteem? How can I feel that I matter and have value?"

You have value just by existing as a person! But if that's not enough for you, then try this: instead of trying to increase your sense of self-worth by finding people to feel superior to, increase it by being of value to others. Help them! Make their lives better! Contribute to society! Not even in a way that you can (necessarily) put a dollar value on, but in any way you can! Create art! Plant a pollinator garden! Tell a joke! Make someone happy! If nothing else, you can at least give someone love, and I guarantee you that that will be of value to them. The universe is so vast and we're all so small that any value we can ever have will only ever be to each other. And surely it beats spending your life trying to be king of the microbes.

#humanism #ethics #sorry I'm going off a bit here #i've been nursing this one for a while

[gadriezmannsgirl]

hiii i hope ure doing amazing!!! could i request one for gavi where the reader is more on the curvy side and feels a bit insecure ? if ure not comfortable writing it it’s totally fine !!! sending loads of love have a nice day and thank u for always taking the time to read the requests!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Warnings: Gavi being a cute boyfriend, mentions of wanting to do mature things with their partner, nothing graphic or explicit happens. No proofread, sorry if there's any mistakes

Beautiful Either Way -P.G6

Summary: He takes your insecurities away

You sigh the fourth time in a row, you grabbed the ends of the shirt you were wearing and pulled it off of your body. You stood in silence watching your closet and all the clothes that laid inside there but none of those things were enough for you today. You were going out with both your and your boyfriend's Pablo's parents, today.

And also today was one of those days you felt you weren't pretty enough. Ever since you were young, you have fought to meet the beauty standars society sets but that wasn't for you.

Naturally you have a curvy complex and that's not something you can change and whilst you were happy with your body, you couldn't help but feel sad some days because you couldn't wear x type of clothing without being afraid of how you'll look like and if people were going to judge you.

When you first meet your boyfriend, it was while you were on vacation in Ibiza, you didn't think you would take his attention and mostly when your best friend is a pretty gorgeous, skinny with both great atributes, blonde with green eyes.

You were behind him and his group of friends when some dude tried to play smart with both you and your friend, Ana. And luckily, he and his friends helped the two of you out.

"What are you two doing here?" One of them asked

"We're in the UK having a cup of tea. What about you?" You said smiling and with sarcasm on your tone. The guys laughed softly "Sorry, we're here because our vacations, it was supposed to be a group of three but the other girl got sick last minute and we were actually already in the plane so we couldn't back down" You explained

"Is she okay?" Another guy asked and you and Ana nod

"Are you okay?" A brunette with a frown plastered on his face said to you "The guy touched you?"

"Oh no, I'm fine. Thanks for stepping in by the way"

"It's no problem. I'm glad you're okay" He said looking at you as you blush lightly. He clears his throat and talks again "Would you girls like to spend the rest of the concert with us? I brought my sister and she brought some of her friends too so in that way you girls aren't that lonely here" He said looking straight into your eyes. You blushed lightly, looked down at your feet and then up to meet his big brown eyes. You nod

"Sure. What's your name guy with a sister?"

"Pablo. Yours?"

"Y/N"

You and Pablo didn't minded a lot of the concert since then, he was pretty much talking to you, you talking to him about everything and that night you both exchanged numbers to keep in contact.

You both were sad to see the other leave but it was a delight when you both found out the other was living in Barcelona as well and then the rest is story.

Nine months forward you were in Barcelona, with your seven months boyfriend, Pablo Gavi, getting ready for the small meet-up with the family

"Mi amor, are we ready? We need to go, my mom's texting me that they're already on their way and yours said that they were finishing some stuffs to go ther-What happened here?" He cut himself off looking around the floor seeing all the shirts, dresses, tops, shorts laying on the floor

"I don't know what to wear" You whined crossing your arms around your belly

"But you were ready a few minutes ago?" You give him a look and shook your head before looking back at your closet "Why don't you wear that white top I love on you?"

"Because I don't feel like wearing it today"

"Why not?"

"It doesn't match with the jean"

"You can wear the beige skirt you got last month and with this white sneakers, it'll be perfect for you" You shook your head softly

"I don't feel like going with skirt today, Pabs"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to" You cried out "Have you seen my legs?"

"Yes, I have but I don't see any problems with them"

"They're as big as yours, Pablo!"

"They're not but even if they were, what's the problem?" You hated how clueless he could be sometimes

"That's the problem"

"Why's that the problem? I love them, your legs are gorgeous"

"Well I don't love my legs and I'm not loving my body either" He stayed quiet a few minutes before he clicked his tongue

"I got it now and it's shame you think that way. They're the most gorgeous legs I've ever seen on a girl and don't even get me started on your body" One of his hands gripped yours as he pulled himself behind you and kissed your cheek

You turned your head to him "You have to say that because I'm your girlfriend"

"And even if you weren't, I'd still say it" You shook your head softly, looking ahead of you to re-start the research of a shirt. "Hey, escúchame" (Listen to me) "You don't have to be skinny to be beautiful, Y/N. Your body, the one you're not loving right now, it's the one that I love, that has me crazy everyday and I'm wanting to do so many things to you to prove you that I'm crazy in love with those gorgeous legs, that I'm crazy in love with these beautiful hips, in love with your tummy, with your breasts, arms, hands, jaw, lips, ears, everything" He spoke into your ear, his free arm wrapping itself around your body to pull you into him. You couldn't help the smile at the mention of him wanting to get you under the covers

"But I did not only fell in love with your beautiful physical appearance. I feel in love with your beautiful personality, your way of seeing good things in everything and in everyone, your kindness, your selfless, honesty, every single thing about you. You're beautiful either way and if others can see that, if I can see that, you can as well and I want you to know it, I want you to feel beautiful because you are. Inside and Out. Understand me?" You nod, your heart melting at your boyfriend's love, you had a smile on your face and your let yourself rest against him

"Understood" You whisper turning around to hug him "Thank you for loving me whenever I'm not loving myself"

"I always will love you, no matter what. But you should love yourself always, curvy or skinny, blonde or brunette, tall or short, you're perfect. You're perfect for me and for anyone"

"I'm lucky to have you" He smiled shaking his head

"I'm the lucky one" He kissed your cheek thrice "Now, we've plans and here's what we're gonna do. I'm going to grab that top I love of yours, I'm gonna put it on you and we're also going to put on that skirt, we'll put on one of my jackets" He got closer to your face, lips being milimeters away "...and after we make out for a while, after we take some pics of ourselves being the most perfect couple in the world" you smiled making him smile too, he was so close that everytime he spoke, his lips crashed onto yours but you welcomed every kiss "we're going to go to that dinner, spend a nice evening with our parents and when we come back, we're not leaving that bed until tomorrow so I can show you how crazy you drive me" You laughed throwing your head back before connecting your lips with his

"That sounds like a good idea"

"It doesn't sound like a good idea, it is a good idea and that's what we're going to do if it's okay with you"

"It's perfect for me"

"Then let's go. Get yourself out of those jeans right now" You laugh pecking his lips once again before letting him go into your wardrobe. You looked at him and smiled, he was wearing white shirt and beige pants with white sneakers.

"Are you going to match our clothes?" He threw the skirt at your way jokingly and with a smile, he answered

"Of course I am. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I don't?"

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

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[bonefall]

heyyyy bonefallll!!! So uhm. Wind released. And if you read it, what do you think of it?

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I started ASC off with a lot of excitement. I had known to not get my hopes up, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like they actually had something meaningful to say about the problems in Clan society. For once, it felt fresh.

A conflict based on a murder mystery and a power struggle, political radicalization within another Clan with anti-Clanswapper bigotry turning violent, and the reluctant heir of a legacy sprawling several generations. Like a dark echo of TPB, implying the root issues had never been truly addressed by Darkest Hour. The Clans still have a terrible ruling system. The culture is still bigoted. Firestar failed to destroy the obsession with legacy-- he just founded a new bloodline.

And even if it wasn't THAT deep, it was at least a grounded plot that was based in the characters more than faith in StarClan. If Nightheart's arc about legacy fell apart, I'd still enjoy watching him struggle, lose people, grow, and find his purpose. Or seeing Splashtail juggle the power he'd managed to snatch and was just not smart enough to hold onto. Or the cool fights that would surely result from an invasion of RiverClan.

Wind tossed it. It was already having a downturn in the previous book, but this is a book that seems so afraid of having interesting conflict that it spends 75% of its time debating if something interesting should happen, and 25% of its time barking, "EVIL HEATHENS WHO HATE GOD WILL DESTROY OUR SOCIETY!!"

I can't get over how awful Splashtail's "descent" is. He's having a dumbass atheist stoner debate with Podlight when they go to the Moonpool, musing that maybe you have to eat 9 mice to get 9 lives, and then 2 appearances later he's foaming at the mouth with a dictator speech and kills harelight no miss.

They even seem to have tried to replicate Stonefur's execution but badly. It's jarring. Splashtail had a big dictator speech, killed the beloved deputy suddenly, and the whole camp looks Super Scared and Upset so that you know it's the Evil Leader and not a systemic problem.

His "TALENT FOR MANIPULATION" is saying he heard Curlfeather murmur evil plans in her sleep and (apropos of nothing) accusing her teenage daughter of "getting the wrong idea" about his adult romantic interest in her. I keep coming back to this because the ENTIRE book's plot is based on this successfully smearing Frostpaw's reputation.

you may be tired of hearing it, but I'm definitely more tired than you because I had to read and analyze an ENTIRE BOOK founded on it.

The plot is endlessly arguing over if they can trust Frostpaw or not, gathering "evidence" to this end, while Sunbeam and Nightheart's POVs uselessly languish in ThunderClan doing mentoring stuff.

Im SO sick of being forced to sit in thunderclan while more interesting things happen offscreen. stop adding MORE cats to ThunderClan, you already have Stormcloud and you do NOTHING with him why are they also getting WAFFLEPAW

Everyone's praising the fact that the book can remember previous entries, but actually, I'm going to drop a hot take; It's actually bad if they CAN obviously reference old material, and then it doesn't influence the actions the characters take. They namedrop Nightstar several times and then come up with excuses for why they still need to sit around and do nothing!!

THAT'S WORSE, ACTUALLY.

SCALDING TAKE, I'd RATHER see the cats have the memories of goldfish if the alternative is "We remember Nightstar! We're simply going to purposefully disregard Nightstar, because the plot needs to happen"

They also muse that maybe Splashtail's evilness is making all the RiverClan cats act evil, and they'll go back to normal once he's removed. This has been implied before, but never so blatantly stated.

But most of all, I can't stop going back to "Godless Heathen Bloodlust." What a fucking joke. For a shining minute it looked like we were going to have interesting villains, but no, they really are just coming out and saying that lacking faith is an indicator of a moral failing. What makes Splashtail so uniquely bad and scary is that he "disrespects the ancestors" (hey podlight. what if eating 9 magic mice gives you 9 lives? woah dude look at this. the bugle chips look like claws. lol haha) and hates love and peace and won't even let Jesus guide him.

The scenes with Frostpaw and her allies are the only parts of this book worth reading. Shadowsight, tigerHeartstar. Clinging to Whistlepaw like she's a life preserver. save me windclan

#asc spoilers #warrior cats analysis #So uh. #my thought is that it is Bad. #I did not Enjoy it #I can FIX IT #I WILL FIX IT #I CAN MAKE THIS WORK BUT JESUS CATS.

[shouldiusemyname]

Some thoughts about Kawi, Sexuality, and Sex

When it comes to Kawi, ep 10 of Be My Favorite is really about his relationship with sex. Some people see him as being ace (or ace coded) but I'm not 100% sure it's the issue here.

As I read it, Kawi is an observer and not a participant, and I will try to explain what I mean.

When the show starts, we are told that Kawi has no friends. His experience is that no one wants to be his friend because he is a sad loser. However, we soon find out that the reason he doesn't have any meaningful relationships is that he himself refuses to take part in them. People around him don't see him as a sad loser, but he does. The reason that he is successful being Pear's secret buddy in that game (can't remember what they called in the show), is that he spends his time on the outside looking in. He observes the people he wants to be around as a replacement for actually engaging with them in a relationship.

He knows he did good with the game because he knows Pear and he knows he made her happy with his gifts, but he doesn't get the payoff because he is late and at that point he has to watch someone else (Pisaeng) be that image of coolness that he can't achieve. All this while being physically outside of the room looking in, observing what his life could be like.

This causes him to further retreat, understand that that's his place in society. Even his choice of profession in the original timeline - a subtitler! The ultimate observer and the safest way to engage with life - he knows what's going on, but he doesn't have to take part in it.

OK, so how does this have anything to do with sex?

Well, here is what we know so far:

At the beginning of the story, Kawi is a 30 y.o virgin.

Every moment of intimacy he has with Pisaeng up to ep 9 happens while Kawi is drunk. I say ep 9 because I'm not talking about the kissing, I'm talking about intimacy in general. Like the only times he is able to let go of his barriers and allow himself to be real with Pisaeng are when he's drunk.

In the most recent version of the future-present that we get, Kawi is no longer a 30 y.o virgin. He has spent a considerable amount of time being in a relationship with Pear and sex doesn't seem to be an issue in that relationship.

In the current present-past, Kawi is terrified at the idea of having sex (or any kind of physical intimacy) with Pisaeng. He doesn't have a problem using the word love when he talks to pisaeng's mother however. And we know that he is pursuing a romantic relationship with Pisaeng.

What I see when I look at this is that drunk Kawi has no issues with intimacy. Drunk Kawi was the one in a relationship with Pear. Drunk Kawi has no problem initiating physical intimacy with Pisaeng. Drunk Kawi has no problem actively looking for intimacy with pisaeng.

However, sober Kawi does not engage. Sober Kawi keeps a safe distance at all times from everything. Sober Kawi doesn't enjoy physical touch in general. He does feel more comfortable with Pisaeng, but up to a certain point. He will not let sober pisaeng touch him, but he does allow drunk pisaeng to be more touchy. That's because he still has control of the situation when he is the sober one.

If I'm reading this correctly, Kawi is so afraid of intimacy that he becomes intimacy starved. He spends years actively avoiding and actively staying at his observer position, that when the time comes to actually participate, he is at war with his instincts. I think he wants to stay at "holding hands in bed" because it's safe. This way he gets to engage without actually taking part. Even the park date - it's enough to just be there. He doesn't need to take part and go on the rides. He is there to watch everyone else do what they're supposed to do at an amusement park. He is in his observer position. He is safe.

Another issue with people who are intimacy and touch starved, is that they become afraid that once they have it it's going to be too much for them to take and they won't be able to contain it. They are also afraid the other person is not going to be able to contain and provide what they need because it's too much. As a result, they take an additional step back just to be on the safe side, creating even more distance between them and the person they want to be intimate with.

I get why Max's advice feels off for many, but for me there are two points he makes that make sense in this:

he says to Kawi that holding hands is fine as long as both him and Pisaeng are fine with it. And I think that what he's trying to tell Kawi is that he is not alone anymore looking from the sidelines. He is inside, in this relationship, and he has no choice but to be an active participant.

He tells Kawi that having sex will help him know himself better. This is terrifying for Kawi and it shows in his face. One of the main things observers are proud of, is the fact that they are always prepared because they never go in blind. They take the time to observe the people that they want to engage with, they learn how they react and adjust themselves to the situation. If they don't know how to adjust, they keep away. Having sex means going into uncharted territory, losing control, and having someone else to experience that with you. Kawi has no way of observing that specific situation (of himself having sex with Pisaeng) beforehand to help him prepare and find a way to make it safe for himself to engage and take part. Meaning making sure he's not too much for Pisaeng and that he can be there for Pisaeng (much like he could be there for Pear during the secret buddy game). He HAS to go in blind and it's going to require a huge leap of faith on his side.

If you've gotten this far, I appreciate it and I hope this makes sense to you. Feel free to let me know what you think.

#be my favorite series #bmf #be my favorite meta #be my favorite #thai bl

[the1stokiro]

The Truth about Hobie Brown

I'm definitely thinking about this more than the writers of the Spider-Verse films are, but maybe I'll give them inspiration

In the comics, the Gwen Stacy of Spider-Punk's universe was someone he looked up to...someone who was murdered.

The Captain Stacy of Hobie's universe was also murdered.

"Canon events" as Miguel calls them.

And just like many other Spider-Man who had canon events like losing Captain Stacy and Gwen Stacy dying, Hobie also quit being Spider-Man at one point.

Interesting to note that the Spider-Man costume Verse Hobie threw out resembles his comic counterpart's outfit. (Neat easter egg)

What if when Hobie learned that all the tragedies that happened were some alleged cosmic pre destined event...a canon event. What if he decided he would break the canon?

What if that was the reason why he stayed with the Spider Society for who knows how long. There's an interesting, particular type of chaos that follows Hobie around. A transparent desire for chaos against the system, yet a kindness for those who suffer under it.

He is a punk after all.

What if meeting Gwen Stacy is how and when Hobie finds his way to break the canon. To prove that the canon is bull shit. That we make our own fate.

Hobie treats Gwen like an older brother does. Likely because he's a few years older than her already and the Gwen Stacy of his universe was likely older than Gwen as well.

In a way, saving her, and indirectly saving her father, could be a personal redemption of sorts.

This personal quest for redemption could also be where Miles works into all this.

By the time of the film, Hobie already knows who Miles is. Knows from Miguel what he is. Knows from Gwen what she is to her. It's why he spends his time trying to prep Miles mentally that the spider society isn't what he thinks it is. Why he looks out for him as he does Gwen, even though he's only just met the kid.

Though Hobie's instant fondness for Miles could also be contributed to Miles saving Pavitr from his canon events. Events that would have broken the youngest Spider-Man. That was probably all the proof Hobie needed to know to see that Miles was just as amazing as Gwen likely told him endlessly.

So when Hobie shows Miles how to escape, when he quits and leaves Gwen her own watch. It's already pre set to Miles universe. Who even knows WHEN Hobie brought the watch to Gwen's universe, but it at least would have been at a time when he could've spoken to Gwen's dad enough.

Punks and cops don't usually get along. So that just shows even more how Hobie is willing to work and talk with anyone if it means helping out his plan.

And Hobie's plan isn't even that complex. His plan is to keep the Spider-Teens safe. To make sure they don't have to experience the pain and loss he's had to endure as Spider-Man.

Miles and Gwen have already lost people in their lives, but if they can keep some happiness - maybe even find more happiness with each other...I think that'd be enough for Hobie. It'd prove that being a Spider-Person doesn't always have to be a sacrifice.

#Hobie Brown #Gwen Stacy #Miles Morales #Across the Spider Verse #Gwiles #Ghost Flower #I have more thoughts than brain cells #Into the Spider Verse

[vimara00]

Jealous Dabi! X F! Reader

Hi everyone, it's Vi!✨ I decided to write something about jealous Dabi. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

Pd: Sorry I haven't been posting but I was on vacation and didn't have good connection hahaha

(Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: suggestive maybe? but not really smut

• Well, let's imagine you are Hawks' quirkless secretary and certain day he asked you to attend to a LOV meeting with him in order to record what they'll say

• Everything was going smooth till a very tall guy with pursing blue eyes sat next to you and asked "what is a woman like you doing in a place like this?" You tried to not be affected by this intense staring and said "I'm here with Hawks since I'm his secretary I need to involve myself for the cause too" Apparently that piece of information caught his attention and gave you an curious look but before letting him speak again you continued saying "Anyways, what do you mean a woman like me?" And he smirked while saying" I meant a delicate and beautiful lady like you being in a shitty hole like this" You were blushing like a tomato and Touya thought it was really cute

• Since that day, Dabi tried to be as near to you as possible every time you were on reunions together. Also, he would text you and appear out of the blue at the end of you shift just to spend time with you even if it meant getting caught by the heroes. At first, Touya thought he could manipulated you to gain information but after a while, he realised you weren't aware of your surroundings and he started to feel the need to protected you from this society. Something in Hawks didn't sit well with Dabi's interested in you but he choose to ignore it and take advantage of it.

• Some time before the heroes attack to the LOV's base, Dabi was waiting for you to get out of work hiding at an alley. It been fifteen minutes and there was no sight of you but before he started to torture some sidekicks about your wereouts, you and Hawks appeared from the sky to land safely at the entrance of the agency. The hero had you prestressed against his chest with his arms around your waist and your hands grabbing his t shirt. This act itself made Dabi's blood boild and without realising, fire started to came out of his arm. How dare that pathetic asshole put his hands on his girl. Yeah, you two didn't have a title yet but that didn't mean he could be touching you like that. He thought everybody knew you were off limits but apparently, he needed to make thing more clear for those stupid heroes that wanted to take you away from him. Oh and he was gonna make Hawks pay but he needed to control himself before he did something infront of you that'll make you scared.

• That night Hawks offered to take you to your house when Dabi appeared next to you wrapping his arm around your waist and giving it a squeeze while pulling you closer "She doesn't need a ride. I'll take her home. We have a long night, don't we love?" He looked at you with range and lust on his eyes while grabbing your chin with his index finger. You weren't sure what he exactly meant by that cause' you both only had shared kisses now and then but never got to something more sexual. However, his words and the way he was staring at you said otherwise.

• "We are going now, doll" They started to walk but Dabi turned around a little to looked at Hawks dead on the eye as if challenging him. Touya knew the hero felt something towards his girl so he wanted to make very clear for him that she was his and his only and that he won't let him get away with those actions.

• Once at your apartment, you were slammed against the door as Touya force you to look at him by grabbing your jaw "I think I haven't been cleared enough with you so let me get this straight" He got near your mouth while looking lustfully at you and said "There is a big difference between that stupid hero and me. He would definitely sacrifice you for the world's benefit while I would burn the whole world just for you (hear this on tik tok and it fits him hahaha well)" He then traced your lips with his thumb as he said "You are mine. You belong to me since the fist day I lay eyes on you and I won't let some idiot believe he can take whats mine. Am I clear?" You simply nodded as he attacked your lips while wrapping his hand around your neck. Once he broke the kiss, his hand remained on your neck and he added a bit of pressure on it demanding for you to say you were his. Then he applied open mouth kisses on your neck while leaving marks on your sweet skin so Hawks and other assholes would see you belong to him. That was just the start of a very long night and let's just say you couldn't go to work the next day.

#mha #bnha #mha scenarios #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x you #yandere dabi #touya todoroki #touya x y/n #touya x reader #dabi smut #mha smut #mha fluff #mha spoilers #yandere todoroki #yandere touya #dabi reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x y/n #bkdk #bnha shoto #bnha fluff #mha deku #league of villains #dabi headcanons #jealousdabi #dabi my hero academia #katsuki bakugo x reader #shoto x reader

[softbutchthatlovesyou]

This might sound defensive but if you're attracted to a 100% binary trans man as a woman then that's straight regardless of what you say, because trans men are men full stop, maybe it's unintentional for you but there's a lot of trans men aren't really men or are women-lite shit going around, reanalyze yourself and your transphobia because that's straight up awful shit and I'm so sick of seeing this being spread around it's fucking conversion therapy shit disguised as something positive reanalyze why you want trans men to be with lesbians so badly when lesbians traditionally mean and is understood by wide society to be women liking women, like actually sit and think about that, maybe it's hard to admit that it's offense but good fucking god

You seem to be under the assumption that I am forcing the tran men who identify as Lesbians to be not fully men or women lite and you are very wrong?? I do not see a trans man as any less of a man for being a Lesbian. He is a Man and A Lesbian. They are both true. They are not conflicting labels just because of societies perceptions of a word that was forcefully adjusted after Lesbian separatism.

Yow however are the one assigning those people a sexuality based on how you see their relationships. Is a woman supposed to break up or change her entire sexuality because her partner came out and she didn't stop being attracted to him? What if she still primarily dates women after they breakup for unrelated reasons? Does she earn being a Lesbian back? Or maybe consider how many trans men are butches in the community who are Men and Lesbians and their femmes love them and are no less lesbian to any of their peers. What about those who are firmly Trans men and Trans Women at the same time? Do they stop being a lesbian on "Man days"? Do they earn it back on women days? You know, to make sure on "man days" they aren't viewed as Womenlite for being a lesbian by their own choice. Where's the line anon?

It sounds defensive because it is. You are not reading a word I've said about any of this and are shoving shit I don't believe into my inbox under the guise that you think I condone any of what the fuck you iust said.

I am a man and spend half my time fighting to be seen properly as one against transphobic Lesbians who insist I have to be a Girl Butch otherwise they have the right to dictate who I can date. I fucking know more than enough about people who want to change my gender to fit their transphobic views. I spend an entire portion of my blog fighting about transmasculine rights if you bothered to look around before you sent this accusatory ask.

Some Trans Men are Lesbians because THEY WANT TO BE. When I talk about Lesbian Trans Men I am talking about ME and THEM. If you cannot understand that then you are not having the same conversation as me.

Also the fucking Lesbiphobia of revoking someones right to be a Lesbian because you don't see it that way is disgusting. Who the fuck are you to think it's okay to tell somone they aren't who they say they are? we got a council that can kick us out of our little clubs since that's how you wanna treat these identities?

#this makes me nauseous to read #to tell me i see any of my fellow trans men not as men because i respect the ones who are lesbians???? #and to think YOU have the right to tell them how they can identify?? #transandrophobia #Lesbiphobia #im so fucking tired read what i said or just dont bother to send an ask #gideons talking time #inbox #anon #arlright i guess i need a discourse tag now if yall are gonna be clowns #ill block anything malicious #but im not letting blatant misinformation about what i said go around #so uh #Fungus.txt

[silent-raven13]

Pacify Her

*dark AU: Hobie is psychotic and obsessed with Miles. Not fluff-and not for the faint of heart. So yeah, trigger warning!

Tired, blue boy walks my way

Hobie leans against the wall in the hallway in HQ, his dark eyes stares far watching Miles along side with his girlfriend, Gwen. The two were spending time together, it irks the punker so much.

Holding a girl's hand

His eyes glares at the two holding hands, he inhale his cigarette before exhale a long grey smoke. The feeling in his chest is pure jealous, green with envy glint in his narrow eyes.

Each step he made, his heavy boots clicks by the amount of accessories he carries. Following the two from afar without their Spidey Senses warning them. He's their friends, they would never think Hobie would hurt them- well, Hobie's eyes on Gwen.

Boy does he want to bash her brains with his guitar. The little weak insect touching his little prey, his little Miles. The Latino laughs along with Gwen talking about something. He didn't care, he only wants to see Miles' smile. That beautiful wide smile like beaming sunshine all warm, all too perfect. He wants his Sunflower.

The blond Spider-woman giggles as she lay her head onto her seventeen boyfriend. Hobie scowls with disgust at the little cunt touching his Sunflower. Someone so tainted and broken shouldn't touched his Miles, not even Gwen.

The little traitor with her stupid emotional pathetic life. He only took her under his wing so he can use her. Good thing, he did. She was able to paint this perfect picture of Hobie Brown, Spider Punk. The cool Spider-man who does whatever he wants.

To say the least when he heard Miles, he thought he was weak too. A lad coming from a perfect home, middle class family with a dad that's Chief of Police. Massive eye roll the way Gwen talked about him. He assumes he was a white boy like Peter Parker- Oh boy was he so wrong.

Hobie's happy he's wrong to say the least. Seeing Miles being powerful, strong never forgetting who he is- it's enough to get his crotch aching in his skinny jeans. He lick his lips thinking about how he saw Miles in a wave panic was able to fend off all of Spider Society by himself.

Such a golden boy, so much so Hobie wants to break him. Make him his. To keep his Sunflower looking at him and only him.

That basic bitch leaves finally

Black eyes watches Gwen leaving Miles alone in the cafeteria. A wide smirk appeared on his face.

He watches her leaving into the left exit having to put on her Spider-woman mask being in a hurry. Perfect.

Now I can take her man

Leaving Miles all alone. He appeared in front of his Sunflower being laid back. "Peter Pan, what's up, mate?" He asked.

Miles lift his head up from drawing Gwen while eating his lunch, "Hobie, my man. What's up?" A wide bright smile on his face looking so joyful to see him.

Hobie likes Miles- no like is what little sprogs say when they play stupid games like Cooties. Hobie is infatuated with Miles, obsessive to the point he knows Miles' breathing pattern.

Only Miles know how to claw their way through survival. To proven themselves to shitty people that wank themselves the moment they see a poor bum staring down. The amount of power to show and never give up. Hobie wants him.

"Nuthin' much. Where's Gwendy?" Hobie asked taking a french fry from Miles' basket of fries. "Saw you two snogging."

"Oh, she went to the restroom. I'm sure she's fine." Miles happily said. "Hahaha, we weren't snogging, man. We were holding hands."

"You're a virgin, mate. You need to be forward." He knowns Miles is the type to take his time, romantic at heart. The poor lad doesn't know Gwen isn't one to wait.

He should know, Gwen had a crush on him when he took her under his wing. She would casually flirt with her disgusting awkward flaunts or being touchy.

Of course, Gwen had to agree to be with Miles when he asked her out. She's the kind that never wants to hurt her friend's heart. So the poor lad living in this lie.

"Me? Nah, I like to take my time." Miles being bashful.

Hobie grins at him, "Oh yeah?" Hobie turns pinks whenever he sees Miles, that's what people say. At first, he noticed his universe style and learns to use his emotions to his benefit. When he sees Gwen, he thinks of something nice so his true colors aren't show. At first it was hard but he got the hang of it.

"Yeah?"

Miles shyly nodded.

Just then Gwen appears to kiss Miles on his cheek. "Hey bae, I'm back." Happily sitting next to her boyfriend.

Hobie's eyes carefully side eyes her, his jealousy almost peek through. Then he calms down when he saw Miles' smile. "Hey bae! How was the restroom? Wasn't pack?"

"Nah, it was fine." She noticed Hobie happily said, "Hey Hobs, what's up!"

Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours

"I'm good, Gwendy. Just talkin' to Peter Pan, here about sex." Hobie casually said.

"Ohhh, wow. Miles, look at you." She said out loud.

"Hobie!" Miles looks a bit flustered, then gave a weak smile when his doe eyes glanced at the punker.

Hobie only winks at him.

But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?

"Ho-oo-oo-bie!" Miles came crying to his punker.

Pavtri was chilling with the punker on his houseboat. The two were hanging out until Miles came through the portal in full tears.

Hobie stop what he was doing to calm the Spider-man down. Pavtri made chai for Miles to calm his nerves. "Dude, what happened?" Pavtri asked

Miles sniff, "Gwe-Gwe-Gwen broke up with me!" He cries into Hobie's arms, "Sh-Sh-She said she was sorry and couldn't do it anymore!"

"Awe, man. That's terrible." Pavtri said out loud.

"Yeah, bruv. Why would she do that?" Hobie fake gasp, he knew Gwen wouldn't last with Miles. She's too problematic.

"I-I dunno 'no!" He looks up with his puffy eyes and pouty lips, "I think it's because she wanted sex, but..."

Pavtri rubs Miles' back, "But?"

"I'm Asexual!" Miles came out being in full tears. "I-I-I don't want to have sex..."

This caught Hobie off guard. What a beautiful secret! His perfect Sunflower became even more pure to him. Knowing that virgin hole will never be touched, those puffy pouty lips never sucking dick or pussy. To see such lovely supple skin in sweat- Oh no, his Sunflower is so pure.

Hobie's body for the first time turned vibrant pink with hints of red. Pavtri noticed being surprised. Miles didn't noticed being too much in tears about his break up.

The punker is know to be a lad that loves sex. In the beginning, he did it for survival, but he does it for fun. Sex would mean nothing to him from time to time. Flaunting it never impresses him, but this!

Miles being a beautiful virgin, it gets him going. A huge bulge from his skinny jeans formed. "Shh, it's okay, luv." Hobie made Miles sit on his lap almost straddle position.

Miles sniffs so cutely with a pout, "Bu-bu-but Gwen?"

"Sh-sh-sh, you just lay here and calm down. I'll never leave your side." Hobie hums.

Pavtri watches the two feeling very weirded out by Hobie's flirts. He thought it was a low blow to be after Miles after a break up. But the Indian Spider-man stood quiet.

Miles nodded with his arms around the punker's neck, "Okay. Like this." He lays his head on Hobie's chest.

"Yes, luv. Don't worry... just be here with me. I'll protect you." His voice lingers on. His eyes on Pavtri gave an indication for him to leave. The Spider-man rushed out without another sign.

"Okay..." His Miles rest with him, "But Hobie... what's this?" Feeling something poking his bottom.

"Nothing, luv."

Pacify her

Hobie saw Gwen in her Spider-woman swinging from building to building. It's a cold night in her world, she was doing her parol to make sure her city safe. When she got on top of one building she checks on her watch, "Hmm... no drugs here?" She looked confused by the news through a mysterious email she received.

Unaware of the stealthy punker coming behind her, he took hold of his guitar the closer he got to Gwen. His eyes saw red, no one hurt his Miles.

When Gwen's Spider Sense kicked up, she quickly turns around only to say, "Hobie?"

She's getting on my nerves 

"Hey Gwendy!" A sinister smile appear on his face with a sadistic eyes gleaming in bright red. Gwen stood with wide eyes before able to process that her friend slams his guitar against her head.

The Spider-woman fell on the floor feeling her nose bleed, "Wha-Why?" She cries with her blue eyes pleading for help, her jaw broken. Too freaked out from what happens.

Hobie licks his lips, "This for Miles, Gwendy. Don't worry, I'll take good care of him." He lift his guitar one more time with one harsh swing.

*WHACK!* *CRUNCH* *THUD*

The sound of his guitar bashing into Gwen's limp lifeless body over and over again only leaving a mush of meat and organs. Hobie darkly chuckles having some of her blood on him. Finally the pest is gone!

Now it's time to hide the body... where to, where to? He stood smoking his cigarette. Hmmm...

You don't love her

Been weeks since friends of Gwen saw her. Miles been trying to contact her but nothing. No one knows where she went too. Hobie watches as everyone were so confused about her disappearances until Miguel made a comment about Spider-heroes always coming and going.

"But-but she isn't the time to just leave!" Pavtri said to Miguel.

Miles nodded, "Yeah! She was-" Miguel cut him off, "Miles, aren't you two broken up?"

"Yeah?"

"Then, she's off to be on her own. Many Spider-heroes do that." Miguel looks down at Miles.

"But-" Miguel cut Miles, again which pissed Hobie off. "Morales, don't you think it's better to get away from it all?"

Miles frowns, "Yes, sir."

"Anyway, I'm sure she's fine. Now, can you all leave me alone." Miguel said out loud.

Miles looks down with worried with Pavtri hugging him, "Come on, Miles. We'll go drink a cup of tea."

Hobie was about to follow them until Miguel commented, "Not, you Brown...."

"Hmph?" Hobie saw Miles and Pavtri leaving the room. Then his heavy boots thud every step toward Miguel.

"I did my part in saving you hind. Now, you keep your part." Miguel's red eyes glaring at the punker in front of him.

"Yes, boss-man!" He tosses Miguel the flash drive, "We don't want anyone knowing there's two killers around- two serial killers."

Miguel catch the flash drive, he crushes it with his hand. "Good. Next time, I won't be so kind."

"Heh, next time don't fuck up, mate." Hobie grins darkly, "I saw your eyeing on Earth 9916, looks like your planning to having another sprog?"

"None of your business. Now leave or else," Miguel licks his lips, "I'll take your Sunflower. He looks pretty easy to fuck with." His red eyes gleams with lust.

Oh how he hate that fucker. But a lass, he needs his fellow killer acquaintance, they need each other to maintain this foolish propaganda of being great heroes to get what they want.

Hobie chuckles, "Watch it or I'll bash your lil kid's head- not the first time, I've done it." The two were having a stare down.

Miguel finally said, "Leave, Brown."

"Already doing that." Hobie was already out the door.

Stop lying with those words

Miles took a small bite of his burger as him and Pav went to hang out with Hobie on his houseboat. "So, what did Mr. Grumpy pants say?" Pavtri asked.

Hobie shrugs, "I dunno. I don't listen to shit." He wore his black ripped tank top having a bucket of red chum getting ready to dump it out of his boat.

"Mmm, I'm sorry, Hobie." Miles finally said, "Miguel must've been mad at me and took it out on you. I went to him for help but he seems so annoyed."

"More like too touchy. You saw how he keeps touching our shoulders so much." Pavtri shudders with disgust.

Miles took another bite. "Mmhhmm, I felt his eyes were on me for too long."

"Is that right?" Hobie asked putting on a fake smile as he stir the chum, "Looks like I have to give him a piece of my mind."

"No, Hobie. It's fine. I can handle myself." Miles being proud. "I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Nah, luv. I promise to protect you." Hobie turns to him.

Pavtri eyes on the red chum, "Um... Hobie why is that chum so red? Like it's not from your world?"

"I like to grab other world's crap to feed the fishes here or feed it to my dog." Hobie toss the bucket of red chum in the ocean as the fishes come by to eat. "See!"

Pavtri saw the way the chum looks too meaty red, then again he always thought chum always looks red. He shrugs it off. "Miles, your not hungry?"

"I'm sad Gwen left us. I hope she's okay." Miles pouted, "I hope her dad is fine. I never knew she would runaway, again."

"She's always running. Let her be. It's no use if she doesn't want help." Hobie coldly said then turn to his friends, "Oh, I almost forgot gifts for you two!"

"Gifts! Really? Wow!" Pavtri said out loud.

Miles said, "Wow, Hobie. What's the occasion."

"Nothing big." Hobie gave the two handmade necklaces with a small bottle filled with white dust?

"What's this?" Pavtri asked holding the necklace seeing the tiny bottle.

Miles puts the necklace on, "It's cool. I like it."

"Ohh, it's dirt from when we first met. Thought I made it... Gwen always had that idea." His eyes gleam seeing her bones dust being useful. Then he gave Pavtri a band shirt using Gwen's old Spider-woman's suit, "Try this on. I used old Spider-man patches from all of us..."

"Ohh, so cool!" Pavtri put on the shirt seeing the patches of their Spider-man suits even Gwen's on it. "Sweet! You can see the wear and tear!"

Hobie turns to Miles to hand him a shirt, "Here you go, luv."

"Oh thanks, Hobie. I'll keep this forever and ever." Miles happily puts on the shirt.

"Hey what's that jar?" Pavtri asked.

"Oh this is red paint... I'm going to write Poly's name."

"Oh you finally gonna write your Houseboat's name! Can I help?" Miles asked.

Hobie's lips twisted to an eerie smile, "Sure, luv. I made the paint myself. So I used a dry pigments that smell like iron... so its bit funky."

Pavtri said, "Miles should make some cool designs!"

"Ohh, can I?" Miles doe eyes on the punker.

"Yeah, whatever you want. Make sure you have fun with it." Hobie playfully dip his finger in the jar of red paint, then pull it out to tap on Miles' nose. "Okay, Sunflower?"

Miles giggles, "Okay, Hobie." The punker smirks widely having his Sunflower completely his.

Pacify her

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #flowerpunk #spider verse #spiderverse #fanfic

[inlovewithregencyera]

Elmsworth House, July 4th, 1818

Sarah: Oh m'lady I hope I did your hair how you wanted it to be!

Aurelia: You did a wonderful job, Sarah, I'm not sure anyone else could've done this.

Sarah: *giggling* I sure hope your beau likes it!

Aurelia: Sarah!

Sarah: I'm only partially teasing m'lady.

Aurelia: Sarah, would you happen to have any information on the Carews? This is all so sudden, and I don't believe I've dined with them before. I'm sure Papa, Mama, Georgiana, and Charles know of them, but I must express I do not.

Sarah: No, I do not, but I hear from downstairs that the family consists of two brothers and three sisters, but the youngest sisters aren't old enough to be attending such a dinner! I also happen to know they've been of the gentry for nearly 150 years, but they were originally traders.

Aurelia: Ah, alright. Do you know the ages of the children?

Sarah: No, but I know more of their personal affairs!

Aurelia: I'm not a big fan of gossip Sarah.

Sarah: Yes m'lady, I know. But this is very bad! The younger son is an atheist!

Aurelia: Dear God!

Sarah: Yes m'lady! And that's not all, his father wants him to be a clergyman and he refuses! Instead, he spends his time writing poetry!

Aurelia: Oh how scandalous! I can't think of anyone who wouldn't want to serve God!

Sarah: Oh m'lady, forgive me if I speak out of terms, but perhaps you may understand him if you got to know-

Aurelia: I have no intentions of getting to know a man who has no relationship with God, I'm sorry Sarah.

Sarah: Oh well I don't blame you, m'lady! I'm done fixing your hem, you may head downstairs.

Aurelia wasn't sure who to talk to. The drawing room was so busy and bustled. Of course, she couldn't talk to any of the Carews without a proper introduction from someone, so she instead engaged herself in more conversation with Martha about the secret she told her earlier.

Elizabeth: Oh and God I can't stand that Laurence! Are we all to be brought to shame and scandal by his ways? Who in their right mind doesn't believe in God?! We did NOT raise him in such a way!

Helena: Oh my dear friend, I'm not quite familiar with the circumstances of your situation, but I can mutually agree that both of our sons disappoint us. Luckily, you have another one.

Emma: Oh Papa! But you must introduce me to her! I simply love her blue dress, it compliments her skin so well! Oh, and I love how she adorned her hair with those flowers! Please, Papa, introduce me to her!

John: I will approach Ms. Ramsbury my dear, and she will introduce us to her properly! You must remember etiquette protocols.

Emma: Oh yes! Thank you, Papa!

Ashley: My dear, navy blue suits you so well! You must wear it more often.

Patience: If you wish my dear.

*growling stomach noises*

Frederick: Mr. Ramsbury, do your cooks always take this long?

Peregrine: No, Lord Worthington, they do not. I'm not sure what they're doing.

William: I'm not sure if I can go through with it Laurie. My nerves aren't well.

Laurence: William Carew, be a man! What more would you like me to say? It was a mutual agreement. It's good for her family and ours.

William: Oh you're right.

Martha: *whispering* Yes, that's Laurence and he's an atheist. He also writes a bit of poetry. William is in the process of convincing him that God is real, so fear not! Perhaps he needs the additional help, if you'd like I could introd-

John: Ms. Ramsbury! I'm sure you know my daughter Emma.

Martha: Oh yes, how rude of me not to converse with you, dear Emma! I'm sure your poor Papa would rather spend time talking to the other males. May I introduce the two of you to my first cousin, Lady Aurelia Grey, daughter of the Duke of Hollow.

Aurelia: An honor to make your acquaintance!

John: Oh the honor is all ours. Emma, if you'll excuse me.

Martha: Emma has just turned fifteen! She's not yet out in society, but has come here for this very special day between our families!

Emma: Oh yes, what a lovely dinner it will be! Oh and Lady Aurelia, I simply love your dress! You look so beautiful! I also like yours, Ms. Martha, you look quite lovely as well.

Aurelia: You're too kind Ms. Carew. Oh, and I love how your ribbons match your eyes!

*Emma blushes*

Martha: Oh won't you look at that, they do. I'm sure you'll be swept off the marriage market immediately next Spring!

Emma: Oh, I do hope so! I want to get married as soon as possible, that would please Mama a great deal. Papa-not so much.

Martha: Well you see Emma, my dear cousin will be approaching her twentieth year in four days! She will soon be a spinster if she's not married soon. Would you do her the honor of introducing her to your brother, Laurence?

Aurelia: No that's not neede-

Emma: Oh, I've never introduced anyone before! I'd be honored!

Aurelia: ....

Emma: William, Laurence, allow me to introduce you to my newest friend, Lady Aurelia Grey, daughter of the Duke of Hollow! *whispers to Aurelia* Did I do it right?

*Aurelia nods her head up and down*

William: A pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Aurelia.

Aurelia: The pleasure is all mine!

Laurence: Hello Lady Aurelia. I'm Laurence. A pleasure to also make your acquaintance.

Aurelia: Yes, I know.

Laurence: Do you?

Aurelia: I know who you are, yes.

Laurence: Is the pleasure not all yours?

Aurelia: No, it is not with pleasure.

Laurence: Alright, let's try this. Bonjour, Lady Aurelia. Vous êtes très belle dans cette robe bleue. Je suis Laurence Benedict Carew, et je suis honoré de faire votre connaissance.

Aurelia: Votre Orléanais est très bon. Mais je n'ai toujours pas le plaisir de me lier d'amitié avec un homme qui n'accueille pas Dieu dans sa vie.

Laurence: Prenez ma main.

Aurelia: Non.

Laurence: J'aimerais que vous n'ayez pas de préjugés à mon égard. Je ne crois pas en un Dieu. En effet, comment un Dieu pourrait-il mettre une créature aussi belle et magnifique devant mon visage et s'attendre à ce que je ne devienne pas fou ? Votre Dieu n'est pas aimant, s'il l'était, je n'aurais pas à résister à l'envie d'embrasser vos lèvres pulpeuses et d'étreindre votre silhouette parfaite...

Aurelia: Mr. Carew...

Laurence: Permettez-moi de vous prendre la main.

Laurence: Maintenant, permettez-moi d'embrasser vos tendres articulations.

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[marshmallowprotection]

Hello! Please let me preface this with a body dysmorphia mention tw!

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I'm just feeling quite insecure lately, especially with all the fan art I've been seeing and how MC is drawn and knowing I don't look like that at all :(

Do you think any of the "versions" of Saeran or Ray would love me less because I have a small chest?

I hope this isn't too nsfw. I was hoping to keep it very shallow! I just feel as though none of them would see me as attractive or worth being loved because my body type is "too small" or whatever

...oof :/

Oh, I don't even need to write a scenario for this because the answer will always be no, they will never love you less because you have a smaller chest. Their love will not diminish in the slightest because of this fact.

They will never think less of you for anything you are insecure about. You are beautiful, Anon. They've grown up in a way that is kept them sheltered from the way society perpetuates beauty standards. They don't know all the nonsense that plagues us every day.

The only reason why we see Ray mentioned insecurities is because he fears he may not be able to live up to his idea of being a fairy tale Prince.

Because in a fantasy world, it would always end with happily ever after, and he needs to present himself as perfect not only to achieve perfection to survive in Mint Eye, but to make sure he is everything you could ever want in a person. You are already perfect as you are in his fantasy, he's the one that's not good enough. You're everything he could ever want in a person.

The same can be said for Suit Saeran. He just isn't in a place where he can communicate vulnerability. Vulnerability almost got Ray killed. He can't be vulnerable and he can't be weak.

It's the kind of thing that gets you thrown into the basement but in the end, he's honest in saying that he was always fascinated by your kindness and wanted to be closer to you because you are this beautiful person he can't imagine being close to somebody like him, especially when you decide to forgive him and give him a second chance.

GE Saeran says it a hundred times and he'll say it a hundred more. You are his love, his first and last love, so you do not need to get down on yourself with any insecurity you may feel. The answer will always be that you are beautiful in his eyes and if you need him to reassure you, he will damn well find a way to make sure you understand that until it's the only thing you know.

Unknown is troubled by the fact that you even like to stay around him, but hey, you're a little weirdo, and being with you just makes sense. He would never say anything about the way you look because he knows what it feels like to be beaten down to the point of apathy after spending years on the receiving end of all kinds of comments that would make you sick to your stomach.

He doesn't have the energy to insult you like that, not if you're in the business of doing it to yourself. He doesn't want you to do that. He's not the comforting type but he certainly won't let you talk about yourself like that.

SE Saeran isn't great at comforting people, either, but the two of you both have insecurities that you need to work on. He has his own things he imagines to be shortcomings, and they feel larger than life compared to anything else. He thinks he won't want to be with him because his hands are stained with blood, the last thing on his mind is your cup size.

He doesn't care about that sort of thing, he cares about the fact that you care about him. You're beautiful, he'll tell you that, but you don't have to change yourself or feel bad. You're not telling him to do that, are you.

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #anon #mysme #saeran choi #mysticmessenger #mm #choi saeran #SE Saeran #GE Saeran #saeray #saeran #suit saeran #unknown #ray choi #choi ray #character analysis

[finalmemes]

THE CABIN IN THE WOODS. [ 1 / 2 ] roleplay sentence starters of the 2011 film. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns. tw: violence, drugs, death, murder, horror, manipulation.

it's a nightmare.

oh, come on. it's a jinx.

seriously? i thought they were looking good.

it's not the first time it's come down to that.

we know what we're doing, [ name ].

you guys better not be messing around in there.

no, i hear what you're saying.

it's gonna be a long weekend if everyone's that puckered up.

are you even listening to me?

why haven't you stuck that asshole's picture on the dartboard yet?

hurry up with the "very fabulous." i'm getting insecure about it now.

no, it looks awesome. [ name ]'s gonna lose it.

i knew what i was getting into.

you know what you're getting into this weekend?

if you treat this like a setup, i'm gonna have no fun at all.

what if i get bored?

no more learning!

he's a sweet guy. and he's good with his hands.

no, who gave you these? who taught you about these?

i learned it from you, okay? i learned it from watching you!

you know, [ name ], it's a weekend, not an evacuation.

people in this town drive in a very counterintuitive manner.

do you wanna spend the weekend in jail?

cops will never pull over a man with a huge bong in his car. they fear this man. they know he sees further than they … and he will bind them with ancient logics.

what are you, stoned?

[ name ], you fetching minx! you have any food?

let's get this show on the road!

i hope this is the right road. it doesn't even show up on the gps.

go someplace for one goddamn weekend where they can't … globally position my ass, man.

is society crumbling, [ name ]?

society is binding. right? it's filling in the cracks with concrete. everything's filed or recorded or blogged, right? chips in our kids' heads so they won't get lost.

society needs to crumble. we're all just too chickenshit to let it.

i've missed your rants.

you will come to see things my way.

but sitterson does like to be called "ma'am." he'll also answer to "honey toes."

you clear on what's gonna be happening here?

did they tell you that being prepped is not the same as being prepared?

i'm thinking this thing doesn't take credit cards.

sign says "closed."

i seen plenty come and go.

you sassing me, boy?

you were rude to my friend.

you got enough to get you there. getting back … that's your concern.

i know the railroad's coming through here any day, now. that's gonna be big.

one spider and i'm sleeping in the rambler.

come on. give me a hand.

everybody get your suits on. in 10 minutes, we're heading to the lake.

i was not informed there would be calisthenics.

that's just creepy.

i didn't even like hearing that.

thanks. for being decent.

well, i'll just be flattered and keep it to myself.

hey, let's not jump to any conclusions there.

ask me that again, only slower.

i'll see it when i believe it.

oh, christ. can you take a message?

to be honest, he's kind of freaking me out.

[ name ], baby, what's happening? how's the weather up top?

their blind eyes see nothing of the horrors to come.

am i on speakerphone?

that's rude. i don't know who's in the room.

i can't believe it. i did it again!

there's something else in the lake!

don't kill the gorgeous man! we're endangered!

they're practically giving their money away.

i'm not even sure we have one of these.

hey, what do you got?

they pick the same thing every year.

what do you want from me?

more than anything, i just want this moment to end.

seems a little harsh, doesn't it?

how can you wager on this when you control the outcome?

yeah, we rig the game as much as we need to.

oh, let's get this party started!

truth or dare?

i dare you to make out with … that moose, over there.

[ name ]… have you ever seen a moose before?

i'm living in a womb of reefer, leave me alone.

how did you know?

oh, my god. that is so sweet of you to say.

there's no need to huff and puff. i'll let you come in.

what's that supposed to mean?

i'm just skipping ahead.

what the hell was that?

the wind must've blown it open.

what do you think is down there?

why don't we find out?

how long do i have to stay down here?

sorry, i just scared myself.

i don't make up the rules.

oh, my god. look at all this.

i'm not sure it's awesome to be down here.

dude, seriously, your cousin is into some weird shit.

some of this stuff looks really old.

maybe we should go back upstairs.

i dare you all to go upstairs.

what is that?

jesus. can we not?

okay, i'm drawing a line in the fucking sand here. do not read the latin.

stop being a fucking baby.

we have a winner!

you had zombies, but this is "zombie redneck torture family," see? they're entirely separate species.

#horror sentence starters #rp sentence starters #rp memes #writing prompts #horror prompts #the cabin in the woods sentence starters #film sentence starters #request #two parter

[neanderthyall]

I hate that this is something that needs to be said: the fact that men who, at least at some point, had a deep love and appreciation for their wives, can end up betraying the people they love, doesn't mean that the former "ugh guess i have to spend time with the ol' ball and chain" sentiment is "good actually." I recently saw a post claiming that the men who seem to hate their wives are actually the ones who love them a lot, as if 1) love is hidden behind indifference or even cruelty and we just dont know about it due to our perspective as outsiders, 2) the "i hate my wife" thing isn't demeaning and a way of harming said wife in a way akin to cheating.

I can't express enough that we are not privy to the lives of stangers. I dont know what was going through the heads of john mulaney or ned fulmer. Frankly, its really none of our business. I do however think its dishonest to portay them as long term deceivers who never really cared for their wives. I'm sure like all men (or anyone really) they probably have adopted and reproduced some harmful sexist ideas, and yet i believe they could have fully and genuinely loved their wives. My point being, people may be serious about expressing their love and admiration for women but are not necessarily outside of the society that raises them to not be loyal or good men. Essentially, loving women doesnt mean you are or have been a good person. Caring for your partner is important, but it doesnt mean being a good person to your partner is not something you have to act deliberately to do.

Similarly, saying the old "i hate my wife" boomers are actually deep down very loving is misleading. Like i said above, expressing how much you dislike the person you're married to, (and for boomers this is likely the person they rely on substantially) is still a way of expressing engrained misogyny. "My wife is always nagging me" is a way sexism is expressed, and while he may feel the feelings of love, the guy saying this clearly has issues in how he views his wife. Basically, both the "i love my wife" millenial and "i hate my wife" boomer are both products of misogyny, just different in what they find identity in and how they express it.

#john mulaney #ned fulmer #the try guys #try guys

[spider-man-199999]

Web love || Spider-Man 4

Summary: Spider-Man saved you that one time when you needed him and now he comes and checks up on you every single day. 

Author's note: I'm honestly so demotivated to write this part since the whole series flopped and idk why

previously on web love: part 1 part2  part 3 

this pic is a representation of how Peter feels about his mixed feeling in this fic 

      "...Life often times opens doors we never really expected to ever be open. And often times these new opportunities lead us to experiencing things we never have dreamed of. And these experiences shape us into the person we become. But sometimes the person we see in the mirror is not the person we want to be. Taking particular roles in life bring us misery, especially when we are not mentally prepared to meet other's expectations for this "social role". And now that we have grown up, we have gone this far, who do we owe it to? When you look back on your life you realize that it's not the groundbreaking turning point that has made us who we are but it was the little everyday things like meeting someone new, doing things you have never done before and generally having the courage to put yourself out there in the world are actually the things that really change us. Those are the things that speak for us the loudest in society and those are the things to which I owe who I am now." Peter's voice rang in the classroom as he read his English essay, his palms sweaty and his cheeks rosy. After he finished his speech the teacher thanked him and told him to sit down and as he walked down to this seat he flipped Ned off, who was filming him with his phone the whole time. 

"What are you doing, nuthead?" Peter whispered to him 

"I'm going to send this to Y/N, she helped you write that and wanted me to tell her how it went. But we live in the 21st century so I thought it would be better to show her instead''

"Sure, fine, even though I probably look like a dumbass-" he started saying as the teacher shushed them. Peter shook his head, getting a text from you. 

Killsforpills: So, I heard the reading went well.

Spywalker: Not bad, not bad 

Killsforpills: PUBG after school?

Spywalker: I have work

Killsforpills: Ok, I'll be playing if you decide to join at some point

After the last time Spider-man had come to visit he had vanished once again. You would spend most of your free time just playing videogames and doing school work. Keeping your thoughts occupied was the best way for your to not go insane after everything. Deadpool stopped showing up as well, which left you thinking that maybe this insanity was finally over for good. Maybe it was time to turn the page and try to find a boyfriend or something. Everyone around seemed occupied with someone else, Peter and MJ, Ned and some girl from their school. You felt left out, crying yourself to sleep more times than you would wish for. 

                                                             **

Spidey, of course, was not happy about the fact either. He would always check up on you when he could, come see you as much as possible. The issue was that he felt like he had made a really big mess when he visited the last time. He was feeling like a hot mess as well, all these things happening to him. The pressure of being Spider-man, the guilt of lying to MJ about his feelings, the pain from seeing you hurt. It was all piling up, making him slowly lose his mind in all the stress. He would get injure more often than before, do worse on his test. He even seemed to space out often enough to make Ned and MJ worried about him. He would brush it off and tell them not to pay him attention ‘’it’s just superhero things’’ he would say and put on a fake smile for them. It got to the point where Ned had to call and make you try and get something out of him 

“You have to call him and make him play a game together! Please, he refuses to talk to us! We need you to find something out....’‘ Ned whined through the phone, convincing you to help him.

“I don’t mean to be rude but why don’t you ask MJ? She’s his girlfriend, surely she’ll get more out of him than me.”

“We tried everything, you’re our last hope! Maybe he needs someone he doesn’t see every single day to open up to! Just try, ok?’‘ 

‘‘Ok, fine, I’ll try’‘ You agreed with a sigh escaping your lips. 

The ringing sound was filling your ear as you had already dialed Peter, trying to reach him. After a few rings you gave up on the call, throwing your phone on the bed behind you and messaging Ned. 

Killsforpills: He’s not picking up

Iamfriendswithsidey: Call him again. PLEASE

Killsforpills: Surely he would have picked up if he wanted to talk, maybe he’s busy.

You heard the vibrations from behind you, turning to see Peter calling you. Rushing to pick up you stumbled in the bed, groaning as you hit your leg and rolled on the bed, picking up.

‘‘Hey, you called’‘ You barely heard the boy’s voice from what seemed like wind 

‘‘Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to play some Minecraft, ouch’‘

“What’s wrong?’‘

‘‘Fuck, um nothing, I hit my leg in the bed and it’s bleeding’‘ 

‘‘I’ll be over in a bit’‘ 

‘‘Wait, I....’‘ he had already hung up. 

You felt kind of bad, maybe he thought it was a serious injury and that’s why he was rushing over but in reality it was just a scratch and he was going to go out of his way for nothing. After what seemed an eternity you heard the doorbell, walking over to open the door. Peter walked in with a worried expression on his face, scanning you to see where the injury was.

‘‘What happened? Are you alright?” He asked as he threw his bag on the couch and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the bathroom.

‘‘Peter, it’s literally just a scratch, you shouldn’t have walked all the way here! I can take care of that’‘ 

He didn’t even bother to listen to you, sitting you down on the edge of the tub and looking through the cabinet for rubbing alcohol and bandages. 

‘‘It’s going to sting’‘ He said in a serious tone, cleaning the wound. 

‘‘You don’t need to do this for just a scratch’‘

He looked up, his gaze piercing right through your body, making you shiver. 

‘‘You’ve done it too many times for me’‘

‘‘I haven’t?”

‘‘I mean you would have done it for me too’‘ he said suddenly embarrassed, placing a plaster on the scratch and getting up. 

‘‘Hey, what’s with your hands?’‘ His hands were all covered in plaster and bandage

‘‘It’s nothing, work stuff’‘ 

‘‘Peter, I’m serious, what’s going on? Ned and MJ are very worried about you, you cut me off every time I try to spend time with you, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me. You’ve been acting kind of odd lately.’‘ 

He looked up, one eye squinting lightly because of the light above you. He put on a fake smile, packing the things he used back. 

‘‘I really do think it would be best for you if you didn’t know’‘ he said softly and got up, walking out of the bathroom and sitting on the kitchen counter (like Spider-man used to do every time he would hag out), grabbing a glass and pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Everything felt oddly familiar when you saw he scene. The way his legs hung, the way he threw his head back as he drank, his jawline. Even the way he wiped his mouth with his sleeve sparked some weird sensation in your chest. You tried to brush it off, trying not to think about it and sat down on the couch, turning the tv on. You two spent the evening playing Minecraft together but by the time Peter had to go it felt like you made little to no progress with him. I guess talking about feelings was not his thing. 

                                                              ***

After Peter left your apartment that night, you couldn’t sleep well. After hours of spinning and tossing around in your bed, all the memories of Spider-Man kept rushing through your head, his voice, the way he talked, the way he moved, everything was adding up in your head, it felt like you were about to explode. You never really spent much time with Peter, especially alone, so you never really had a close observation on his behaviour. Yet, somehow, everything clicked. The clock was striking 2 am when you decided maybe it was finally time to confront the situation. Your feelings were getting caught up in the mix as well, making it even worse. It really did feel like your head was spinning, you couldn’t breathe well, your heart was beating so fast it was going to explode just like your head. A panic attack? You’d didn’t know what to do. The only person you knew you need to talk to was Peter. So, almost on impulse, you picked up your phone and dialled his number. You heard the dial in your ear, it was so loud you had to pull the phone slightly away form your face. Just as you did that, the dial stopped and you heard a faint voice from the small device.

“Hello?”

Your breathing got heavier, your heart started beating faster and the room really started spinning.

“Hello? Y/N, are you alright?” The words echoed in the room, a bit more clear this time, you felt tears rolling down your cheeks.

“N-no” you managed to whisper through heavy breaths

“Where are you?” Peter asked, starting to panic himself, which made you more worried.

“Home” you said softly, breaking down in a cry at this point

“Okay, listen to me. I want you to breathe slowly, follow my lead” he told you, voice still panicked as he started taking deep breaths, listening closely to you as you started copying him. “I’m on my way to you, okay? Just keep breathing”

“I’m so sorry” you muffled out, through soft cries, handing up form the panic and breaking down. You didn’t expect to have a panic attack when you called him, or for it to get worse when you did. You didn’t expect him to actually come around, but he did, at 2:30 am, he was knocking on your door.

You had managed to calm down a bit at that point, opening the door a bit hesitantly. His heart shattered when he saw you like that, immediately hugging you and closing the door behind him.

“What’s wrong? What happened? How can I help?” He asked as he held you close, his scent filled your nostrils and eased your nerves a little bit. You could hear his heartbeat. Why was it so fast? Was was this so scary?

“I want you to be honest with me.” You said against his chest, pulling away shortly after so you could look at his face. “Are you… God this sounds so crazy, I promise I’m not crazy! Are you Spider-Man?”

The words spilled out and it suddenly became silent. Peter let go of you, hands going through his hair as he nervously paced around. He didn’t really manage to put a much of an outfit, he was in sweatpants and a loose white T-shirt that moved up with the motion of his hands and exposed his lower stomach. He seemed like he was having a crisis, walking around, squatting down. He looked very nervous and overwhelmed. Was he the one having a panic attack now? The boy stared at the floor, his hair was all messed up, remaining squat down as he exhaled heavily.

“How… did you find out?” He asked coldly, not looking at you.

                                                              ***

Iamfriendswithspidey: Did you talk to Peter?

The messaged popped up on your screen as you were in the middle of a fight with Peter. You both looked at the phone that was on the couch, the screen showing 3:45 am. Shit, you had been arguing for more than an hour now. The nervous pacing continued for a while from both of you, but the tiredness and the emotional drain was so bad it made you sit down, him on the counter and you on the backrest of the couch, looking at him.

"What did you tell him?" Peter asked, feeling defeated already

"Nothing at all, he asked me to check up on you because you were acting weird and distant. Never got to the point of figuting out what was wrong with you." You replied, voice filled with anger and sadness. The text message was followed by a call, with both of you staing at the screen as it rang, so you could gather your thoughts.

"So..." You broke the silence after Ned gave up "We're set on how you became Spider-man... Care to explain everything else?" You crossed your hands in front of your chest.

"I-" he started, looking down at his lap almost like he was building up the courage. "Well... you see... I don't even know how to explain something I don't understand myself"

"You can try, becuase I'm dying to know why you would do something like this"

"What did I do exactly?"

"Peter...What didn't you do?" You said in frustration, getting up and pacing around again "You would come here, spend time with me for a month straight, every fucking day. You would make me laugh and comfort me and get to know me and all of that bullshit and then leave like it meant nothing! Did it really mean nothing to you?''

"Of course it meant something!'' he jumped off the counter catching up to you to grab your arm "I wouldn't have done any of this if you meant less. I overstepped all of my boundries to be here with you.''

You looked at him, tears starting to stream down your face.

"So you could abandon me? Like you didn't care? Like I was nothing? I spent weeks crying, trying to figure out what I did wrong to push you away" You pulled away from his grip, breaking down in front of him. You could see his emotions getting the better of him as well, his breathing rapid and sharp, his fist clenching.

"You thought it was easy for me too?" He asked, anger bubbling up in his chest. "To have so many people dependent on you? To be constantly scared that the people you care most about could end up hurt because of you?"

"So you thought disappearing on them would make it all better?"

"No, not at all" He let out a sigh, looking down at his lap again. "It just got so complicated, the more I came over, the closer we got and then I just-" He looked back up, looking at your teary eyes "I couldn't help it, I really couldn't, we clicked so well and it was so easy with you and I... I just fell for you, so hard, I was terrified, I couldn't tell you as Spider-Man, I couldn't tell you I was Spider-Man... I had to find some other solution"

"You know what the worst part about this is" you said between sobs "It's that I feel in love with you too''.

He pulled you in after that, hugging you tightly. You tried pushing him but he was much stronger. You cried into his chest, gripping his shirt. He didn't say anything, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he rested his chin on top of your head.

"Stop" you begged him "Please stop doing this, now that I know it's you, it hurts even worse"

"Why?" He asked, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible

"Because you're dating someone else" you said, helplessly hitting his chest with your fist, trying to make him let go. "Please let me go, I can't do this"

"I'm not letting you go" He shook his head, kissing your forehead "I'm never letting you go, I'm sorry for everything, if I were more of a man, none of this would have happened''

You continued helplessly hitting him, crying in his arms. He hugged you tighter, crying into your hair.

"I would understand if you never want to see me again" he whispered.

"I don't hate you, Peter'' you whispered back. "I just need some time to process all of this"

#marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #spiderman imagine #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman x y/n #spiderman #fanfiction #creative writing #writing #peter perker imagine #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x you #peter parker #imagine

[backjustforberena]

Question: Laena as daddy’s girl and laenor as Mummy’s boy. Do you think they had this family structure? Why/why not?

Scenarios: Rhaenys teaching them how to fly like a badass. Eg. the importance of a strong bond, modifications to the saddle, not flying too high.

Swimming with them as young children in the bay on a hot day.

THIS GOT LONG, I'M SORRY.

META: Oh, boy, thank you for sending this in! And the answer to the first one, about dynamics is: certainly yes. Although, ironically and perhaps obviously given the world they inhabit, they spend more time with the other parent. Laenor spends years with his father in the Stepstones and on the flip side, Laena has a lot of time alone with her mother whilst the men are away.

I remember listening to interviews where Eve would say that Corlys was harder on Laenor than Rhaenys perhaps was, and Steve called Laena "the apple of his eye", and how family and legacy were everything to these two.

Rhaenys's connection to her children is a lot more emotional and typically maternal: it's worrying over their happiness, it's making sure that parameters will be in place if Laena weds Viserys (i.e what Laena says about being bedded), it's wishing Laena home from Pentos, watching her son dance at his betrothal with a smile on her face, hugging him before giving him away, having her heart torn by their misery.

Corlys's relationship is more typically masculine. He wants to provide for them; safety and security and power. Making them good marriages, wanting them to conform to society's expectations because that is what will get them ahead, that will be less painful. He wants his children to be the best of the best. He's got high standards, but never anything that suggests it's crushing or detrimental.

Laena, in particular, sounds a lot like her father when she grows up - talking about Valyrian blood and being more than the existence Daemon binds her to in Pentos. She wants to go home and give birth and have her children raised as Velaryon children are raised. She yearns for her family. She still sent letters to her mother, after all. Letters where she hid nothing - how else did Rhaenys know Laena wanted to return home? But Laena is also a dragon-rider, like her mother. Claimed a dragon, like her mother. Married a man for love, like her mother. Yet she travelled like her father did, and wore her father's house colours after marriage, (except when riding - like her mother).

Laenor is everything a lord would wish for in a son. Most characters note on his goodness. How he is a fine knight. He's battle-tested, with a strong bond with his dragon. He's kind and loves war as his father does. He yearns for the sea and for battle, like his father. He's got armour, like his father, participates in the strategy of the Stepstones and is trusted enough that Corlys goes with his plan. Between young and teen Laenor, he even starts doing his locs like his father. His saddle has a seahorse on it. Yet he's incredibly sensitive, and loves with his whole heart. When his loved one is murdered, he screams - like his mother. When his sister is dead, he dies a little bit with her. He chafes at court because it hurts him, like Rhaenys does. And he goes through great tragedy that was not of his own making.

But as much as I think the parents have "favourites", you don't get the feeling that it's overtly biased, in the way they parent or the way they relate to one another - they don't favour one child over the other. Although, we have very little to base that conclusion on, given that horrifically, we have very few scenes of them as a family unit and they barely speak a word to one another. Except, perhaps in deleted scenes. Overall, to me, the Velaryons came across as a very harmonious family. Neither parent is distant - they're both involved in the decisions that surround their children and always think (albeit perhaps not enough or even correctly) about their well-being and their futures. To the point that it's really the only thing that severs their marriage. Both of the siblings, after marriage, look back to their parents and to things that signify their house - there's no resentment from Laenor for making him marry Rhaenyra. There's no distance created from Laena, knowing they had proposed her match to Viserys. No effect at all. They take comfort in one another. They can't have a family outing without matching either.

SCENARIOS: Rhaenys teaching them how to fly would be amazing. Even in the one scene we have of Laenor and Rhaenys flying together, Meleys gives out instructions to Seasmoke and takes the lead over the fleet. It's very cute. And I can imagine Driftmark has it's own dragonkeepers, but Rhaenys would still take a proactive role in this. I can only imagine how empty the skies felt when her children had flown the nest. And I imagine this sort of lesson is something she now recreates with Baela.

And those kids must swim like fishes. Wild swimming as well. I bet Laenor would do a cannonball and Laena learnt to do an impressively graceful dive into the water.

#house of the dragon #rhaenys targaryen #corlys velaryon #laena velaryon #laenor velaryon #bad meta #<- ironic tag

[creatingblackcharacters]

Character design anon back! You're right, sorry for asking such a vague question lmao.

You covered braids twists and afros in your lessons so far, so how about puffs and beads? Any notes on that? I gave one of my younger biracial characters a mix of microbraids and puffs, because she's creatively inclined and spends a lot of time at home, so I thought she'd have enough time and motivation for a more time-consuming hairstyle.

On a similar note, that ask about the survivalist character was very helpful. Any other hairstyles that you would think are unrealistic if you saw them in a fantasy setting with no magic or technology to keep in mind?

I wanted one of my characters to straighten her hair to represent she was suppressing parts of herself to fit in with a society that didn't accept her as she was, but let her hair recover its natural shape when she stops trying to earn their approval and becomes more comfortable being herself. Do you think that be a respectful use of her design to represent her character arc? I got this idea from my own experiences with my hair, but I know her racial context is very different to mine and I wouldn't want to be insensitive. Straightening her hair might not be realistic for her in this setting either, but I'm worried that if she covers her hair and "grows out of it" that might send the wrong message. Any alternatives or should I write off the idea entirely?

Afro puffs and beads are always amazing. I love both. Puffs are an afro style, so that was already covered- you'd just have to do more searching for what you specifically want. Beads and ornamentation are lovely, but we also have to keep in mind that some jobs won't let you have them. So, depending on the job, maybe not permanent beads. I have these gold loc bands that I love putting in my hair for special occasions, but some folks are just fashionistas 🤷🏾‍♀️ so... We just have fun with it! Full beaded styles tend to be seen more on children, though. Like the braided styles with beads down the braid? Usually on kids, though it's always cool to see an adult with it (there's a movie where Alfre Woodard wears them and she rocks it).

Your character's style sounds cute!

With no magic? Straight hair lol. Bone straight hair on a black person in a fantasy or olden setting with no magic or means is super unrealistic to me. Bc how did it get that straight? Who did it? Using what? You're telling me it was easier to finagle together a hot comb to straighten her hair in these times than to just... Let it be an afro? Really? Is she rich with servants who'll comb it? Do they do it every night so it never frizzes up in any weather? Like I'm sure it's possible, but... 😬

I see what you're saying, and I remember a similar concept in the book Raybearer, where Tarisai's hair is always in tight braids until she begins to come to her own, and then it unleashes into a beautiful afro for the first time. So I don't think the change is a bad idea! Because ik that's what happened to me too- as I began to love myself, it meant loving my own hair, too. Starting fresh!

You may not be familiar with the Tignon laws (I think I mentioned it in the hair lessons) but that's what covering her hair reminds me of. Now, if you do it respectfully, it could fall into context like that- where her natural hair is seen as "bad", but as she learns to love herself, she defies society by loving and choosing her hair. So again, I don't think it's a bad idea! Just show your respect, especially if you're a nonblack author. Don't romanticize the oppression of it. Recognize the context, and recognize what some of your Black readers will be able to read out of it. Be sure to do your research on how to care for her hair. No point in having symbolism that sits so heavily on hair that you don't bother to actually love and care for.

That's my opinion on it, though! Hope it helps!

#creatingblackcharacters