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nathaslosthershit · 3 months

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Lie Detector (Teen Dad!OP81 AU)

(Part of the Teen Dad!Oscar AU) Summary: Oscar does a lie detector test and Lando learns some tough pills to swallow.

“So, our first media video for McLaren since the big news came out, right Oscar?” Lando said.

“Yep.” Oscar weakly responded. When McLaren asked him to do the lie detector test again, hoping to poke fun at the recent events, he was weary. He knew his team wouldn’t do anything to hurt him or his family, and it would probably be great from a PR perspective, but he was already tired of constantly answering questions.

“Or should I call you Daddy Osc now?”

“Please never call me that.”

“So, we are doing a lie detector to try and expose all secrets the two of us may be hiding, like an entire family for example.” Lando, of course, knew about Oscar’s kids before he was exposed, but he still loved the opportunity to poke fun at him for it, even if he totally understood why Oscar did what he did.

“This time, we are using a heavy duty lie detector, with actual wires and someone to tell whether we are for sure telling the truth, instead of a toy that shocks us at random.” Oscar continued, ignoring Lando’s comment.

The words ‘Oscar tells the truth’ flashed on the screen till a wired up Oscar appeared behind the desk.

“Okay Oscar, starting off easy. Is your name Oscar Jack Piastri?” Lando was giddy as he asked, really excited to get information out of his teammate.

“Yes.” was all he responded. Truth.

“Are you originally from Australia?”

“Yep.” Truth. This was easier than he had thought, but looking in Lando’s eyes, he could see the glint of mischievousness in them.

“Are you a daddy?”

“I am a father, yes. I don’t like the look in your eyes when you call me that.” Truth.

“Do you have any other kids you are hiding?”

“No more than the two.” Truth.

“Am I their favorite uncle?” Lando knew he had it in the bag. The Piastri twins loved him and how much he spoiled them. Their parents? Not so much. Oscar’s fiancee had time and time again argued with the amount of toys Lando would get them at random.

He did begin to sweat a little as Oscar took a little longer to answer the question. He didn’t know how to break the news to him.

“...Yes.” Lie.

“What! Oscar? You said I was their favorite!”

“Lando, Logan has been in their life since they were born. He established himself as the cool uncle. When I let him babysit, I always return home to them eating way too much ice cream. To be fair, I think he has trained them like Pavlov’s dogs to associate him with treats so now they get way too excited and jumpy when they see him.” Oscar explained.

“This is stupid anyway I don’t care.” Lando mumbled, caring very much that he wasn’t the favorite. “Moving on, I don’t have any more questions so I guess it is my turn.”

After the video had been filmed, Oscar and Lando walked back over to the meeting room that the Piastri twins and their mother had been given to hang out in while they filmed. On the walk over, Lando interrogated his teammate even more.

“I cannot believe that I am not the cool uncle! I have never not been the cool uncle. Mila thinks I am cool, how do your kids not?”

“Lando, they are three, it is nothing personal. They love the toys you get them and they are always asking for you when they come to the factory. Logan just has seniority over you and has been the cool uncle forever, it is hard to dethrone him after a year.” Oscar said this hoping that it would stop Lando from spoiling them tenfold.

If anything it just made him even more motivated to overthrow Logan.

landonorris

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landonorris logansargeant I will become the cool uncle

oscarpiastri lando please. No more toys we don't have the room

logansargeant In your dreams old man.

#f1 fanfic #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando x reader

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shotmrmiller · 21 days

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“Just the tip” is so valid like I feel like once Johnny goes to bed inside you once he’ll never be able to sleep regular again. It’s giving Pavlov

not johnny being conditioned. also, i bet he'd come within seconds. no friction, no nothing. blames it on his sensitive head :(

but knocks the FUCK out after. a chainsaw right in your ear lmao.

ok but now he's sniveling outside of simon's door at base with a pillow and his (your) blanket asking if he can come inside lmaoooooo

i'm screaming!

accidentally turns into ghoap because he gets no rest otherwise. brings him home like hey yeah he's ours now. get it got it?

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emlovessid · 1 month

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@jegulus-microfic may 2, delight, 472 words for @pupmotif <3 may our love story live on forever

When he looks back on it in years to come, it’s hard to believe that this all began in an online server with just a simple message, a message that would change the trajectory of both of their lives forever.

But what starts as just one message, becomes another, and then another until Regulus finds himself pavloved into smiling whenever he hears the telltale ding of a notification. James’ messages become such an integral part of his day to day, an endless stream of I just spilled my coffee, this is the worst day ever and nevermind, I just saw a squirrel to why are you online, shouldn’t you be asleep and pot calling the kettle black, we’re in the same timezone, idiot.

When James tells him that he’s going to be in town for a concert, the very same concert that Regulus himself is going to be at, Regulus is perhaps a little too eager in agreeing to meet up.

“Hi,” Regulus says, eyeing up the James standing in front of him compared to the James he’s only ever seen through his phone screen.

“Hi.”

“You’re taller than I thought you’d be,” he blurts out, which makes James laugh, and it’s all over for Regulus then.

If he thought his obsession with James was bad before, it’s nothing compared to this. Now that he knows what his laugh sounds like face to face, what his body feels like pressed against his as they hug, what he smells like where Regulus has his nose tucked into his chest, he’s not sure that words on a screen will ever be enough for him again.

“Is it crazy that I miss you, when we’ve literally only met for five minutes?” James says one night on a voice call.

The delight he feels at James’ words hits Regulus square in the chest where he’s lying on his side in bed, his phone on loud speaker on his pillow beside him.

“If it’s crazy, then I’m crazy too,” Regulus whispers.

What’s perhaps more crazy, is flying across the country to go to a concert with someone you’ve met literally once for barely more than a conversation. But here Regulus is, after months and months of messages and phone calls and the phantom touch of a hug Regulus wishes he could live in forever, standing at a train station in James’ home city.

The world seems to slow down when he sees James through the crowd. Regulus is about to make a joke that he can’t believe they actually went through with the matching t-shirts, but James doesn’t break his stride for even a second as he steps right into Regulus’ space, hands coming up to cradle his face between his hands as he pulls him into a bruising kiss.

Maybe it’s not so crazy after all.

#a love letter to discord and fandom friendships <3 #still posting this even though you threatened to kill remus </3 #jegulus #jegulus fic #marauders #sometimes i write things

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dbnightingale24 · 5 months

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The Dog House Isn’t The Best, But It Can Still Be Our Home

Final installment to 'Pavlov's Dog'

Part 3

I told you guys I'd post it at some point 🥴 I'm honestly so sorry this took so long to post, but last year got really dark for me and everything just kind of took a backseat. Thank you so much for your patience, and thank you to all of you who checked up on me. It means more than I'll ever be able to express. Thank you @fuckingbye for being an amazing friend, and for also making this amazing moodboard. You are a saint and I love to the ends of the earth. Without further ado, here's the final chapter!

Word Count: 71,942 (yes, you read that correctly)

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), Public Sex, Semi Public Sex, Drinking, Smoking, Swearing, Daddy Kink, Angst, Heartbreak, Mild Violence, FLUFF, Lying, Betrayal...I think that's it?

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: Will You Take Me Back In The Morning If I Promise To Never Act This Way Again?

I do not give consent/permission for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

“You can’t keep going on like this, babe,” Daisy sighs sympathetically as she takes a seat next to the bathtub.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug as you take a drag of your cigarette, “none of it fucking matters.”

“Babe, it’s been two weeks. You do the same thing every day. You get up, eat the smallest bit of food, you sit out on your back deck and smoke until you decide to start drinking, then you draw yourself a bath and drink and smoke in it until you decide it’s too cold, or I come and get you. You can’t keep doing this.”

“I don’t even have a reason to be mad at him, do I?” you scoff incredulously before taking a drag from your cigarette, “it’s not like he lied. He didn’t even know, so I have no reason to be this upset, do I?”

“He was a complete and total asshole,” she states firmly, “and you have every reason to be upset with his actions. Yeah, it was a shit show, but he definitely could’ve handled it better.”

“The shit he said right in front of that child, even if it isn’t his, were so fucking cruel! No child deserves to be spoken to like that, and he of all people should know that!”

“Babe-”

“After everything we talked about on that trip...it’s like it didn’t even matter to him. He didn’t even care.”

“I’m sure he was just shocked-”

“That’s not an excuse, Dais.”

“I never said it was, but c’mon: it’s Ransom. You really think he was thinking clearly? Linda and Marta were there and I’m more than sure he was afraid of losing you, then Marta drops a fucking bomb on him, and it sounds like she did it on purpose, if I’m honest. Just to fuck him over.”

“Daisy, I just-”

“BABY, PLEASE ANSWER THE DOOR AND TALK TO ME!” Ransom calls desperately as he bangs on your front door.

Like clockwork.

“Why can’t he understand that I need time? I don’t owe him shit,” you start to sniffle as your tears fall, and you grab the bottle of tequila that lives by the bathtub now, and take a long drink from it.

“I’ll get rid of him, just please...please get up and do something,” Daisy begs desperately.

“Ya know, you’re wrong,” you say as she reaches the doorway, finally looking at her, “I put on makeup today,” you smile weakly.

She lets out a humorless laugh before disappearing and you hear her footsteps quickly making their way downstairs.

Since everything that took place on his doorstep, you haven’t spoken to or seen him. You don’t know what to say or how to handle the situation. He’s been calling and texting non-stop since it all happened, and every two days he comes by to visit, and Daisy tells him to leave you alone every time.

But you can’t keep avoiding him.

No, you don’t know what the right thing to do is, but you know that avoiding him is the wrong thing, and you can’t keep letting Daisy handle these issues for you. You have to at least speak to him, but say what? Do what? It’s not like you have any real right to be mad at him. It’s not like he cheated on Marta with you, he didn’t cheat on you with her, he clearly didn’t know he had a child so he didn’t keep it from you, and he did defend you to Linda. However, that doesn’t change the things he said to that child.

Possibly his child.

“He’s not my son and this isn’t fucking funny!”

“We can take a test if you want, but he is your son!”

“Well, I don’t want him! You wait...however many years to tell me about him, and you sure as shit don’t need any money, so why now?!”

“He deserves to know who his Father is, Ransom! He’s a Drysdale and-”

“Watch it,” Ransom warns with a foreboding tone.”

God, how could he be so cruel to a child, after all of the talks you two have had? He’s always cruel though, isn’t he? To you, to Marta, his own son (the resemblance is too strong for that boy to not to be his child), and fuck it, even Jack. He can’t ever seem to control his temper and, if he can’t do that, what chance do you two have together?

Still, he owns your heart and you don’t know how to get it back at this point. You don’t know and you don’t wanna know.

“Ransom, you have to stop coming around!” you hear Daisy yell, and you sigh before taking another drink from the bottle.

“You can’t stop me from me seeing her, Daisy! She’s my girlfriend!”

“Bullshit! You two never made it official-”

“Daisy, stay out of it! Let me see her!”

“No! She’s not ready to see you and you can’t force-”

“I’m not forcing anything-”

“What do you think this is?! Showing up because she won’t answer your calls or texts, and demanding to see her?! Leave her alone!”

“You can’t stop me-”

“Let him in!” you call, lighting a cigarette as you use your tip toes to turn the water back on, and heat up your water just a bit.

Who the hell knows how this is gonna go?

You hear the both of them speedily stomping up the steps, but Daisy get there first and says, “are you sure? You don’t have to-”

“I can’t keep letting you fight my battles,” you smile weakly at her as you turn the water off.

“Babe-”

“I have to deal with this at some point. I can do this,” you all but mumble not believing yourself as you take a drag of your cigarette.

“I’ll be in the room over,” she sighs softly before turning, “fuck you Drysdale!”

“Fuck you!”

You hear her slap him and shake your head. Nothing can ever be simple, can it?

“Sweet Thing, please-” he starts as soon as he makes his way into your bathroom.

“Ransom...don’t,” you quickly interrupt. “This isn’t just some small disagreement.”

“I didn’t even know I had a child!”

“I could’ve dealt with that, Ransom! It would’ve taken some time, but I honestly could’ve dealt with that! It’s the way you spoke about him in front of him!”

“I don’t want him!”

“You didn’t have to say it in front of him! Jesus, it’s not his fault that you’re a selfish bastard! He didn’t ask to be born, and Marta-”

“She did this out of spite! Not because she wants me to be apart the child’s-”

“Be that as it may, he didn’t do anything! Basically telling her that she has no right calling him a Drysdale, when he is in fact a Drysdale! Ransom, I know you’re rough around the edges, but for fucks sake! All the talks we’ve had about our own fucked up childhoods and you do this?! You just...I don't fucking get it with you, Ransom!”

“What is there to get?! We fucking talked about this, Y/N! I’m not-”

“That’s no excuse for this! You took it too far and I...Ransom, I can’t-”

“Don’t you fucking say it,” he warns as his eyes start welling up with tears. “Don’t you fucking say that to me!”

“Ransom...I love you, but I can’t be the only good thing in your life. The only person you like,” you sob, sitting up and ashing your cigarette in the ash tray resting on the little table near by.

“WHY NOT?!”

“It’s too much fucking pressure! It’s too much pressure, and I can’t keep watching you be terrible to people because you had a rough childhood! You having a rough go of it doesn’t mean you get to walk all over people for the rest of your life!”

“Listen, give it a few days and you’ll see-”

“No, Ransom. This is done. I can’t do this with you anymore. You have to grow up at some point, and I refuse to mother you.”

“Y/N...you’ll see...you don’t mean it. You always say you’re done and you come back-”

“I can’t anymore. All of this just hurts too much. You keep finding new ways to hurt me, even when you don’t mean to, and I just...you’re cruel, Ransom. You’re cruel, you’re a bully, and you will hurt anyone by doing anything. I know there’s good in you, because you’ve let me see it time and time again, but you refuse to let others in, even in the slightest and I just...please don’t call me anymore,” you sob pathetically. “Don’t call, don’t text, don’t come by...we’re done.”

“You don’t mean this-”

“Don’t make it harder than it has to be, please. Just let me go,” you beg softly as you wipe your eyes.

“You’ll see. In a week or so, you’ll see and I’ll be waiting. I’ll wait and everything will be as it should, again,” he smiles weakly, wiping his own eyes.

“Ransom-”

“I’ll call you in a few weeks, okay, Sweet Thing,” he promises, making his way over to the bathtub. “I love you and I’ll talk to you.”

He cups your face and kisses you passionately and you’re so tempted to pull him into the tub with you, but you know you’ve got to stop. You left one toxic relationship just to jump into a different type of toxic relationship.

“Ransom,” you breathe once you two break apart, “please-”

“I’ll talk to you in a few weeks,” he promises with a sniffle before standing up and walking out.

“Ransom-”

“I’ll see you in a few weeks,” he repeats, his voice cracking as he continues on his way out.

Daisy is back inside and by your side instantly, climbing into the tub and holding you close as you cry uncontrollably, as you try to come to terms with the choice you’ve just made. Yeah, he’s right in saying that you always come back, but that’s not the case this time.

You need to stay away from him for good.

The fact that he has it in his head that all of this will be sorted out in a few weeks, lets you know that this is only the calm before the storm. As both you and Daisy lean back into the tub, and she holds you close while you cry into her shoulder, there’s only one question going through your head:

How the hell are you supposed to quit the love of your life?

4 Years Later...

You can read the rest of the story here

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booppooo · 6 months

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what’s going on here? pt.1

*warnings: not a whole lot tbh, friends to lovers, kissing, pining, w33d, lemme know if I missed any

“Ugh, it tastes like hot garbage.” Ellie stuck her tongue out, a few auburn strands loosening from her tiny pony tail. She passed the joint to me.

Several sets of eyes locked onto me. I held the joint between my fingers, trying to distract myself from the curiosity piquing in Jesse and Dina. I flashed my eyes at Ellie one last time, catching her still making a sour face and sticking her tongue out like a disgusted cat. My heart made the tiniest of leaps. My trembling fingers place the end of it between my lips and inhale deeply. In hindsight it was too strong of a drag - especially for my first one - since i coughed out all the smoke foolishly. My chest ached, my throat burned, and my mouth was annoyingly dry. I turned away from my friends to hide my watery eyes, sticking my arm out behind me to hand the joint to whomever was next.

“See - tastes awful!” Ellie pointed out.

“Okay but, is it really supposed to taste good?” Dina tried to rationalize, “Every time I heard Eugene talk about it, he says, ‘Oh - this tastes good.’”

“Eugene is also half off his rocker.” Jesse quips, taking his turn at a puff. He coughs hard like me.

Half nauseous from coughing so hard, I return to my friends and recline further into the ski lodge seating, “God, we look like a bunch of amateurs.”

Dina groans, “This is our first time smoking weed.” It’s obvious she’s fed up with the collective group complaining.

I look to my right to see a dip in the red cushion. Next I hear clinking and a familiar freckled face returning with an intricate bottle and some small glasses. She sets out the glasses and adds just a splash of the amber drink, sloppily getting some on the table. “We’re not even going to get high anyway…”

“Jesus Ellie..” Jesse mumbles, still reaching for his glass, “How did you get this?”

“A magician never reveals her secrets.” We all raise our glasses and choke down the whiskey.

Within the next handful of minutes, there’s a record playing and every object my eyes came across had a mild swirl to them. Ellie’s arm was draped over my shoulders and holding me close as we chanted along to the song we somehow still know (muscle memory?), my hand lazily on her frail hip. With hot cheeks and ears my night continued on with my closest friends, singing songs and slurring empty sentences. Delightfully, this wouldn’t be the last.

“That doesn’t taste too bad.” Ellie mentions, her chest puffed up from holding the smoke in her lungs, then letting it slowly slip out through her pursed lips. Internally I laugh - I can’t help but feel seventeen every time we smoke together and she mentions the quality of the weed to some degree. I wonder if she will ever think it tastes like ‘hot garbage’ again. The bong is in my palms now. Music is already playing and Dina is shuffling cards.

I’ve never been able to shake the habit of coughing from my first hit, but I’ve been able to control it so I don’t sound like a lung and a half are coming up on my shirt. Just like routine, next is Jesse. Dina is now caressing the small of his back, watching as he takes a rip and continuing to pass it along. My eyes find Ellie, as per usual.

Emerald is already studying my figure. Her ankle is crossed over her knee, cards fumbling in her bony fingers. She’s worn her hair down today, some of it curled around her ear and brushing the collar of her graphic band tee. When our widening pupils lock, she wets her lips - on cue like this simple gesture triggers a Pavlov response. My knee begins to bounce and brush against her leg…yet, she shuffles closer.

Only to grab the bong from Dina of course. I had to remind myself my imagination likes to get extravagant anytime weed is involved. The entire time she takes her rip, I watch with intention. Is there a warmth crawling up my neck? “Here-“ her voice pulls me from the clouds.

I turn to face her, taking the bong from her grasp, “Let me pull for you,” she offers. To anyone else this seems sweet, but I know the mischievous curl at the corner of her dopey lips.

“Yeah - so I can take the biggest bong rip in the world and die?”

“You’re so smart.”

My sarcastic chuckle comes across more nervous, but I oblige nonetheless. As the flame from the lighter reaches the weed and creates orange embers, I begin to inhale softly. There’s a milkiness forming below my lips, and at this point I’d wrap it all up, but Ellie is teasing when she’s going to pull out the piece. I furrow my brows at her seeing as that is all the further I can communicate with her, and she gives in with an anticipatory laugh. Most of the smoke disappears into my lungs, and I feel it sting instantaneously.

“Shotgun shotgun!” Dina chants.

I already had a mild high buzzing my body, but Ellie’s beyond friendly proximity with her half lidded eyes and parted lips basically on top of mine sobered me up quick. Leaning in just a few more scandalous inches, I blew some smoke into her lips before having to quickly turn and hack up the rest of it. If I wasn’t having a flashback to my first time smoking - I was certainly now. The only new element was the high. It hit me hard and fast, I was forced back into Ellie’s futon, my head falling against her shoulder by chance.

“Hey, you okay?” Her red rimmed eyes observing me with concern.

“More than…” I grinned uncontrollably, “Just a little light headed from coughing.” I tried to quickly cover my tracks, straightening my spine.

With that we (tried) to begin a game of rummy, my mind in six different places and mostly unconcerned with winning or losing. Most of my attention couldn’t be pulled away from Ellie’s palm conveniently falling to my bouncing leg every time her turn was up. I was already fried, but her mindless - and surely friendly - gesture seared what was left of my braincells. To keep me slightly presentable, I tried to focus on the music humming somewhere in the room. Ellie’s music of course. It only took two rounds for the group to collectively call it quits and just chat. A sense of relief gripped me, but on the next beat was released when I noticed Ellie’s gaze fixating on me. Was I greening out or was she watching my lips?

“Oooh…” Jesse hummed, beginning a thought, “I have jerky back at my place, I think I’m gonna grab it - I’ll be back.” Like clockwork, Dina was hopping up and slipping out the door with him.

“Be right back!” She cheered, securing the latch behind her.

My head lulled back to the girl seated beside me, my eyes just open enough to drag over her features and notice the allure that they carried. The squeeze on my thigh made me bite back my gasp, bottom lip pinched between my teeth.

I hesitated to speak, “Hey man…” was there even a starting point with the conversation I wanted to have? Was there even a conversation?

“Okay listen, I just want to throw something out there, and if you’re not interested you just let me know.” She blinked slowly, letting me know I wasn’t the only one embarrassingly high, “I think we should fuck.”

I choked, back tightening and eyes bulging from my skull. My body began to create some orange embers of it’s own in my chest; relief? No, shock? No.

“Oh shit…” Regret was heavy in Ellie’s raspy voice.

I waved my hand reassuringly, “No! You were just very blunt-“

“Blunt? I can’t smoke anymore.”

I rolled my eyes at her sly grin. Even toasted she was cracking jokes. Despite the ridiculousness of it all, the longing glances and lingering touches finally had an answer, and at the end of that tunnel was a possible orgasm. Not to mention the fact that I had always thought Ellie was insanely too hot for her own good. Without much more thought, I quickly leaned in and had my lips smashed against hers.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie x you #ellie williams fluff #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n

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heyytearcatcher · 6 months

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there’s something about fall out boy. how they wrote back on message boards and hung out after shows, how they told us again and again that we saved their lives as much as they saved ours. how it’s still “the kids” even when some of us got our own now, how they’d desperately hoped that someone would still be there when they came back from hiatus and we told them we still believe in two more weeks. how they played the album that almost ended them on tour and watched as we screamed back every word, how it’s the four of them and it couldn’t have been anyone else, how they gave us pavlove today and told us she’s ours now, that they’re trusting us to hold her tight and cherish her well. and it’s all just love, isn’t it?

#fall out boy #happy pavlove day #pavlove

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kitchenisking · 2 months

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April Fic Rec

Hello everyone! happy spring! I just want to say thank you to everyone who enjoys my recs. I was thinking of taking a break from posting the last two months but then I thought 'fuck it'. the response that I got from you guys showed me how much my recs are enjoyed! so to everyone that reblog and likes the recs - I see you! I see your names pop up every months and it brings me such joy! and to all the new follower - it makes me happy that new people are finding my recs and are enjoying these amazing stories written by these amazing authors!

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Knot My Favorite Smell by KnottheWolf - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,470, sterek)

Day 1-Scent Marking: Derek just missed his mate, Stiles, so he decides to visit Stiles at college. Only to grow upset when his mate’s room doesn’t smell like him anymore.

Just Stopped Working For Me by dedougal - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 11,447, sterek)

Stiles never expected to meet Derek Hale. He definitely never expected the movie star to slide into his cab and ask for his help.

Clueless by IgnorantofTime - (Rating: G, Words: 1,775, sterek)

Scott comes to the realisation that his best friend is in love with Derek Hale. Now he just needs to make them realise it.

an awful curse by blinkiesays - (Rating: T, Words: 6,253, sterek)

Isaac is asleep in a chair. The angle of his neck makes Derek wince in sympathy.

"Isaac," Derek says.

Isaac snaps awake immediately.

"You're-"

"Where's Stiles?"

"Stiles?" Isaac asks.

Jesus. It's not like they know more than one.

"That’s fate." by EvanesDust - (Rating: G, Words: 2,256, sterek)

…the one where Stiles meets his future husband.

That I Miss You by Noname109 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,741, sterek)

The pounding of the water against the tenseness of his muscles makes Stiles let out a long, drawn out groan of pain and pleasure. After a hard day’s work, the proof of it is shown in the coil and rigidity of his shoulders, torso, and legs.

And it’s not like he doesn’t love interning under his dad and getting to help out solving crimes and chasing down the bad guys, but at the end of his shift it leaves him gone to the world unless it involves a shower.

He’s so relaxed five minutes into it that he doesn’t even jump when two arms snake around his waist. Stiles just hums contentedly and lets his body go slack.

Things We Know, Unsaid by uraneia - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,036, sterek)

Inspired by this Tumblr post, and written for lupinus's birthday.

Stiles accidentally finds a trunk full of Derek's professional dom gear from when he lived in New York. They don't talk about it. Then Stiles turns eighteen, and they do.

If he thought Derek would be angry or embarrassed at Stiles finding a trunk full of quality BDSM gear in his closet, he’d have been wrong. “I used to do it professionally, in New York,” Derek says easily, and Stiles—Stiles doesn’t know how to process that. Because he’s seventeen and has eyes and an unfortunately vivid imagination, and if he lets it go there he’s not going to get any use out of any body part except his dick for several hours.

Cravings, Pack and Angry Sex by Jumping_Jess - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,953, sterek)

It's a Pavlov response okay?! Pregnant Stiles + Angry Stiles = Horny Derek

Little Red Prince by SterlingAg - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 48,974, sterek)

Running from a group of bandits, Stiles finds himself injured and on the land of none other than the Shifter Derek Hale. But what is a Shifter? Is this Derek a friend or foe? What about the secret Stiles himself is keeping? What will become of the odd pair in this tale set in a fantasy world?

Basketball Shorts and Highlighters by sffan - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,720, sterek)

The UST between Derek and Stiles finally reaches a tipping point.

#derek hale #sterek #stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #fanfiction #ficrec #fanfic #kitcheniskingficrecs

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luciddreamingcrow · 6 months

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hello! I really love your thoughts on vertin always stumbles upon reader on her travels. Always meeting reader who remained the same regardless of the many times of reincanation. Can you write headcanons about it? It really screams soul mate au :D

Thank you! And here are some strawberries for your lovely crows 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

"But I love you so"

Summary:in every timeline you and Vertin are always ment to be, here's a link to a longer summary

Warnings!: MAJOR SPOILERS!!!slight angst, fluff, not proof read we die like Schneider 🗣️

A/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I ABSOLUTELY LOVE SOULMATE AUS SM, ik that they are kind of dated but we deserve more soulmate aus in this world so I'll make it a soulmate au fic just for y'all, and tysm^^ the crows will love it!

So! Imagine, while you and Vertin were students in the St. Pavlov Foundation, you two would always get in trouble by pushing the limit of the strict rules of the foundation and try to find out more and more about anything in general.

It has become a habit for the teachers to punish you two separately because as long as you and Vertin were together, everything was alright and wherever you were, wether it be in the halls, in your dorms or were sent to punishment, you guys would be having a good time.

I can see you with Vertin trying to find books in the library about the outside world, even if you weren't a big fan of reading complicated books, Vertin would be more than happy to read them at loud for you and explain you some terminologies that you don't understand.

One of her favourite memories is you two spending time in your dorms theorising about the world, what about the frog she brought in? What kind of life did it have back there?

Her second favourite is you two finding a few scraps of metal in the library, they were two circular ones that fit perfectly like rings, from then on you guys kept them as matching rings.

At last you were one of the first people that she told her plan to go and witness the outside world.

This moment marked such a significant part in your guys friendship, even if you didn't tell her your feelings you felt really honoured to go with her, getting to witness such beauty is a onece in a life time opportunity.

As Vertin gathered more children that longed for freedom just like you two, you of course helped with the plan for everyone to escape.

But you were so innocent, as much knowledge the both of you had, you were still just children, gullible and naive.

The moment you inhaled the air of the outside world you felt as the world around you was embracing you and welcoming your truth, you felt as if life has welcomed you back to life.

That wouldn't last long though, the moment you turned around you felt a sharp pain in your heart, you saw Vertins eyes widen.

She saw how life was draining out of your soul

She has witnessed the Storm

Before you could understand what was happening, the last thing you remember seeing is her, your heart sank along with her's, as if your heart was a anchor strongly attached by a thread to hers

You were gone before her eyes, that marked the end of a era, you were gone, now the world didn't exist for her, she never could feel the oxygen in her lungs the same way as you did.

The only thing that was left is your matching ring, thats it, the only evidence that you were alive in her life time. And from then on she'd wear it with her, never taking it off.

As years passed by she always had this sinking feeling that wouldn't let her be.

In one of her travels she gazed at her clock seeing how long before the storm arrived at that timeline, "in 25 minutes and 11 seconds the Storm is comming" she said as she gazed at Sonetto as she nodded.

"It's a pity, this life time is so peaceful, it feels uneasy even, but there's nothing we can do now, how about a walk? Let's saviour some of these parts at least in our memories" Sonetto murmured before they start walking along a park with a beautiful view of a lake

Before Vertin could comment at the beauty before her she saw someone

Her heart felt heavy again, it couldn't be...

She stayed like a statue gazing on the person that felt so familiar, even if their backs were turned every part of them reminded her of you, but she didn't want them to turn around, she couldn't bear to see their life fading in front of her, so she let go and went back with Sonetto to saviour this time line for as long as she could.

There were multiple times before she saw people exactly like you, they even sounded like you but she couldn't bear to get attached this much again.

But in another timeline, there you were, but the only difference was that you were a Arcanist, Vertin knew she had to collaborate with you in this time line but she still held back.

But how could she? You were here! It was you! Your memories weren't the same but yet you talked to her as if you knew her from birth.

This time Vertin finally could let go of her guilt and mourning, so as the Storm closed in instead of seeing you disappear again she took you with her.

#reverse 1999 x y/n #reverse 1999 x you #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #vertin x reader #vertin x you #vertin #vertin reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 vertin

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river-styxxs · 2 days

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I want you to look me directly in the eyes and tell me that Joshua had a happy time growing up in St Pavlov's 'We Abuse Children' Foundation.

Be so fucking for real

One thing I almost never see people talking about the characters is their storyboard, which for 5 stars who don't have character stories, is the only way we really learn about their back stories (Ik they make them for the 6 stars too but with their character stories it honestly feels a bit redundant)

Anywho

Lemme just read some excerpts from his storyboard:

"Trying to maintain a unique hobby at the School of Primary Defense of Mankind is a rather difficult task. On the first day of school, the instructor took away all his horror novels. Later Horropedia would frequent faculty offices, detention rooms and the School of Discipline. After some time, the title "Horropedia" was abandoned altogether, never to be mentioned by anyone ever again. Soon, he blended into the quiet campus, learning and living by it's rules and obediently completing every task, just like any other typical child, until he grew up"

Now, let's rub our braincells together for a moment. A child who, while had a happy childhood despite it, did watch his parents die, raised in a happy environment which gave him a special interest in machine maintenance and horror movies, and likely having autism, be thrust into an oppressive and cold environment where his special interests are taken from him, he's seen as a trouble-maker until he eventually masks to blend in and be an obedient child.

Yeah home boy was probably fucking miserable

Also the fact that npcs don't call him Horropedia, rather Joshua, indicates that he's only started using the title recently, potentially as recent as bumping into Vertin and Sonetto, and has probably only started acting like current day Horropedia recently, though not too recent as to where his reputation is clean as Sonetto describes him as questionable and Ms. Z states he often doesn't request for outing permission

Anyway he just like me fr

I literally used my own hand as a reference for him scratching his hand cus I do it all the time

#digital art #digital artist #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 horropedia #horropedia #joshua #joshua reverse 1999 #minor character analysis #i just want to infodump about him you guys don't understand

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milligramspoison · 11 months

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List of FOB songs that can possibly be magic 8 ball songs at some point

Evening Out With Your Girlfriend

Honorable Mention - last performed on January 22nd, 2007

Switchblades and Infidelity - last performed on August 28th, 2004

Pretty In Punk - has never been performed live (yet)

Growing Up - last performed on November 7th, 2008

The World’s Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys In A Broken Down Van) - has never been performed live (yet)

Short, Fast, And Loud - has never been performed live (yet)

Moving Pictures - last performed on November 23rd, 2005

Parker Lewis Can’t Lose (But I’m Gonna Give It My Best Shot) - has never been performed live (yet)

Take This To Your Grave

Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today - last performed on July 30th, 2013

Sending Postcards From a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here) - had its only live performance ever on March 12th, 2004

The Pros and Cons of Breathing - had its only live performance ever on November 19th, 2007

Grenade Jumper - last performed on February 20th, 2009

Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over - last performed on November 19th, 2007

My Heart Will Always Be the B-Side to My Tongue

My Heart is the Worst Kind of Weapon - has never been performed live (yet)

It’s Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I Think It Must Be Love - has never been performed live (yet)

Love Will Tear Us Apart (cover) - had its only live performance ever on June 10th, 2004

From Under The Cork Tree

Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued - last performed on March 23rd, 2008

7 Minutes in Heaven (Atavan Halen) - last performed on January 4th, 2007

Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends - has never been performed live (yet)

Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and Stop Going to Shows) - had its only live performance ever on May 6th, 2006

XO - last performed on December 2nd, 2007

Snitches and Talkers Get Stitches and Walkers - has never been performed live (yet)

The Music or the Misery - last performed on August 12th, 2006

(Note: I didn’t include I’ve Got A Dark Alley as Pete has said that song will never be performed live)

Infinity on High

Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? - last performed on December 2nd, 2007

The Carpal Tunnel of Love - last performed on April 4th, 2008

You’re Crashing, But You’re No Wave - has never been performed live (yet)

It’s Hard to Say “I Do”, When I Don’t - has never been performed live (yet)

Folie à Deux

The (Shipped) Gold Standard - has never been performed live (yet)

Tiffany Blews - last performed on September 19th, 2009

w.a.m.s. - has never been performed live (yet)

20 Dollar Nose Bleed - last performed on September 29th, 2013

West Coast Smoker - has never been performed live (yet)

Pavlove - has never been performed live (yet)

Lullabye - last performed on April 26th, 2009

Believers Never Die: Greatest Hits

Alpha Dog - has never been performed live (yet)

“From Now On We Are Enemies” - has never been performed live (yet)

Yule Shoot Your Eye Out - last performed on December 18th, 2013

Save Rock and Roll

Alone Together - last performed on November 17th, 2017

Just One Yesterday - last performed on September 12th, 2014

The Mighty Fall - has never been performed live (yet)

Miss Missing You - last performed on January 14th, 2015

Death Valley - last performed on September 12th, 2014

Young Volcanoes - last performed on May 7th, 2018

Rat A Tat - has never been performed live (yet)

PAX•AM Days

We Were Doomed from the Start (The King Is Dead) - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013

Art of Keeping Up Disappearances - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013

Hot to the Touch, Cold On the Inside - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013

Love, Sex, Death - last performed on June 14th, 2014

Eternal Summer - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013

Demigods - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013

American Made - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013

Caffeine Cold - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013

New Dreams (cover) - had its only live performance ever on September 13th, 2013

American Beauty / American Psycho

Jet Pack Blues - last performed on May 7th, 2018

Novocaine - last performed on March 27th, 2017

Fourth of July - last performed on March 22nd, 2017

Twin Skeleton’s (Hotel in NYC) - has never been performed live (yet)

Mania

Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea - last performed August 18th, 2019

HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T - last performed May 7th, 2018

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) - last performed November 4th, 2018

Church - last performed April 30th, 2018

Heaven's Gate - has never been performed live (yet)

Champion - last performed on December 6th, 2019

Sunshine Riptide - has never been performed live (yet)

Young And Menace - last performed on October 10th, 2018

Bishops Knife Trick - has never been performed live (yet)

LLAMANIA

Past Life - has never been performed live (yet)

Footprints in the Snow - has never been performed live (yet)

Wrong Side of Paradise - has never been performed live (yet)

Lake Effect Kid

Lake Effect Kid - last performed on October 10th, 2018

City In A Garden - has never been performed live (yet)

Super Fade - has never been performed live (yet)

Believers Never Die, Volume Two - Greatest Hits

Dear Future Self (Hands Up) - last performed on December 6th, 2019

Bob Dylan - has never been performed live (yet)

So Much (For) Stardust

So Good Right Now - has never been performed live (yet)

I Am My Own Muse - has never been performed live (yet)

Flu Game - has never been performed live (yet)

So Much (For) Stardust - has never been performed live (yet)

#can stardust even be considered for magic 8 ball??#idk but it’s there lol #decided to do this after they performed dead on arrival tonight #pls correct me on any mistakes!#fall out boy #fob

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balkanradfem · 10 months

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So I like the Barbie movie enough to do an analysis of their feminist statements and try to get to the root of the problem! They did give us a long list of expectations women worldwide are dealing with, now let's see why they're dealing with it.

1. "We have to always be extraordinary, but somehow, we're always doing it wrong. You have to be thin, but not too thin, and you can never say you want to be thin, you have to say you want to be healthy."

This issue happens because women in practice, culture, and their real-life circumstances are still effectively living as the second class citizens, and they're viewed as servants for males, and male toys. It does not benefit us to be expected to be extraordinary, and it does not benefit us to be thin. So who benefits from it?

It's a feature of a male fantasy. Male wants to posses a woman who is trained to please him in every possible way, but she also needs to be unique and different from all other women, so he feels like he has something special. Every woman already is unique and individual, but he doesn't notice such things as personality, he needs her to be special in a way that he and his male buddies will notice! So she has to be extraordinary in something that males appreciate, but also if she is better than them at it, then they no longer feel the ease of being superior, so she's doing it wrong.

Women's ideal being thin is also a male fantasy, they've managed to pavlov themselves into finding thin women the only kind of woman that is attractive, thus the requirement on women is to be thin, even when it damages our health. Men love causing trauma to women, but to see women actually visibly struggling with it, putting it into words, saying it hurts us, that makes them uncomfortable! So they shame the language, until we phrase it as something that doesn't relate to them, or that makes it seem like it's for our own good. 'Being thin for health' makes it seem like the required starvation is for our own good, and healthy, in fact.

This could not possibly happen if we were not existing in service of the other half of population. If we were respected and valuable human beings, what is bad for us would not be represented to us as an ideal.

2. "You have to have money, but can't ask for money, because that's crass. You have to be boss, but can't be mean. You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas."

These are double standards that men put up for us. Even though women are paid less, own less, are globally more impoverished and have a harder time gaining money, that is no longer enough for us to completely depend on men for money; they hate this. So as a revenge for us managing to earn a bit of our own money, we now can't ask them for any, we are supposed to 'have our own', and still depend for them, but in fear, reluctant to ask or to demand. Notice how it isn't crass for a man to ask for money, it's almost expected, but for a woman, it's shameful.

Women in lead will be criticized, called out, scrutinized and humiliated like no male leader ever would be; this is to make it harder for women to feel in control and comfortable in leading positions. Male leader is supposed to step all over ideas he doesn't find useful, hell he can even squash it and take credit for it later, but if a woman doesn't acknowledge a stupid idea, she is immediately told off for 'not being a good enough leader'. Even when she's doing exactly what she's supposed to do. It's a hypocritical little game to ensure only men can comfortably lead.

3. "You're supposed to love being a mother, but don't talk about your kids all the damn time. You have to be a career woman, but also always be looking out for other people."

This is a feature of "women existing for male convenience" problem. We are supposed to be naturally loving of raising kids, because it's convenient for males to just have their children raised for them without having to do much about it, and if this is not provided to them, then women are evil for not 'loving being a mother' when it's convenient for men that women are super into that and willing to do it for free, forever, without complaining or talking about it, because men don't like to know that it's an actual effort, they feel more comfortable feeling it's a silly little chore that deserves no thought whatsoever.

Women having careers is something men have been making difficult in any way possible, because it means women are not reliant on them for resources within capitalism, but they were not able to completely prevent us having jobs, so now they're just trying to get as much use of it as possible. If women earn money, they will leech off of that money. If women have careers, well then those women should prove that they're just as convenient, nurturing, always available, running at every beck and call, and act as if they still only exist to serve and please men. If women fail to do this, they'll again be accused of being selfish, horrible people, bad mothers, bad community members, and so on and so forth. Men of course, can ignore the entire world and do their job badly, and have a violence problem, and be addicted to p*rn, and it's fine. They're not bad people regardless of how little compassion they have for anyone who isn't them.

4. "You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is insane. But if you point that out, you're accused of complaining. You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood."

This is an example of psychological abuse; victims are most often told they're responsible for their abuser's actions, as if they would in any situation be able to control or influence them, which they can't. But, putting that responsibility on women will make women hyperfocus on their own behaviour, on prevention of abuse, prevention of violence, which means they will go a long way trying to please men, tiptoe around them, give them insane amount of attention and care, in hope or preventing the escalation of their behaviour - and this is exactly what men want, this is what the abuse was for. To gain that devotion and attention, with the threat of violence. If women understood perfectly that men are responsible for their own behaviour, their way forward would be to hold men accountable, to lock them up and never look back. It's only in the world where women are victims of severe psychological abuse that we try to please men into not committing acts of violence. And it never works, because men love violence, and will turn to violence at every corner, even more easily and smugly knowing they can simply blame a woman for not working hard enough to prevent it.

Men expecting women to be pretty but then punishing them for being pretty is also an act of abuse; women's exterior is being judged as if our appearance is both a statement and a crime. Men can look whatever they naturally look like, and it's not a provocation, temptation, lack of solidarity or anything worth criticizing; but any way that a woman looks can be scrutinized and a ground for moral callout. The reality is that women also just look like the way they look like, and there's nothing wrong with it. There is zero moral problems with women looking pretty or not pretty. There isn't even a problem with tempting males because males are responsible for their own actions and not toddlers who have no power to resist impulses. This is a tactics for making women responsible for male behaviour - the way she looks is responsible for what I want to do to her. Complete nonsense, they just found a way to blame her for his own behaviour.

Calling women out for not being 'a part of the sisterhood' based on their appearance is very poorly concealed tactic to turn women against each other, to distract them from seeing that men are the root of the problem. Men don't turn on each other based on appearance, and it doesn't make sense for women to be assumed to do it either; in women-only communities, it doesn't matter what women look like. Whatever women look like is never a threat or an attack on other women, men are trying to play on female insecurity and frame other women as a threat to that insecurity - when the only threat all along was men, creating ideals and standards of beauty that don't correspond to reality or nature.

5. "Always be grateful, but never forget that the system is rigged, so find a way to acknowledge that, but also, always be grateful. You have to never get old."

The waves of feminism have forced the public consciousness to acknowledge that the system is rigged, but the pressure to do something about it falls completely on women, even though men created the system, rigged it, are keeping it rigged, are using violence to enforce it, and are benefiting from it. And it's convenient to them if women do nothing else but acknowledge it's rigged and stay grateful they're still allowed to live within, we're supposed to be threatened by the fact that we can easily be killed if we step out of line.

Men are threatened by older women because mature women have experience, they are no longer easily manipulated or cheated out of their gain, they will not bow down and please men like young, inexperienced women can be tricked into doing. So they convince those young women, that being old is shameful and ugly for women. They want women to stay young and susceptible, like children that they can control and not allow any agency or free will. This ensures we stay focused on being scared of time, aging and our own bodies and nature, but not of the predators who are taking our lives as a service for themselves.

6. "Never be rude, never show off, never be selfish, never fall down, never fail, never show fear. Never get out of line, it's too hard, it's too contradictory and nobody gives you a medal or says "thank you". And it turns out, in fact, that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also everything is your fault."

These are lists of standards that are only applied to women, men are allowed to do all of these things and to be catered to while they're doing it. This behaviour is presented as bad only when women are doing it; if men do it, it's considered neutral, normal, intrinsic to human nature. Women being selfish inconveniences men, who are looking to exploit female selflessness. Women showing off and being proud would cut into their time showing off, they want that attention for themselves. Women getting out of line is inconvenient, since men have drawn those lines for women (those lines don't exist for men). Women showing fear makes it difficult for male predators to corner them down and have them act complacent; men don't want to see proof of victimizing women, except in private, except when they can get off on it. Never in public, never when women could potentially escape or reach for help, then it's sexist of women to be afraid.

Women getting medals, acknowledgment or gratitude again, cuts into male parade of getting all the acknowledgment, gratitude and medals, for them it doesn't make sense that they should share attention or credit with what they consider to be the 'servant class'. Men have deluded themselves into thinking they deserve more credit than women do, they don't consider us smart or capable, because they can easily oppress us, so how smart can we be? But also, they expect and demand us to be as smart and capable as necessary to resolve all of their issues, to make their life easy and pleasant and undemanding. We are forced to deal with issues they won't even look at, we often solve problems or create solution they wouldn't be able to produce, and this is when they simply take credit and convince themselves that they knew better all along. It's a 'male-delusion rules reality' kind of world for women.

After doing the biggest bulk of work on earth, creating and raising the entire human race, doing daily unpaid labour, putting up with violence, threats and constant degradation from men, after not having our interests represented by the law, education, government, economy or any other institution with any power, after spending a piece of our life being groomed and then having to spend another undoing the grooming, we are still told that everything is our fault, and that we're doing everything wrong.

This is abuse, and somebody is doing it. We are not put thru all of this for vague reasons, or for arbitrary reasons, someone is benefiting from all of it. While we're raising children, who lazes around and attaches their last names to our kids? When we're doing daily unpaid labour, who doesn't do their part? Who is staring at us while we're walking down the street, who fails to represent or even acknowledge our interests, and even our human rights? Who does the grooming, and who enables them to do it? Where do they get resources from it, who allows it to go on unchecked? How come young girls and women are regarded as such low value that we allow them to live unprotected around predators who will absolutely attempt to violate them in as many ways they can? Who fails to prevent, or arrest, or punish them?

It's not just a system of patriarchy, it'a a system of men, doing this every single day of their life. We can point the finger at the root of the problem. We have a common enemy, and they're working damn hard to keep us from realizing it.

#barbie movie #radfem analysis #feminist analysis #radical feminism #feminist statements #feminist text #acknowledgment of female oppresion #source of oppression

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