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yellowkitkieran · 1 year

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Mile High Club (Martin Ødegaard)

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Working for such a high profile football club as their photographer really came with so many perks, and you sometimes still didn’t understand what the club saw in you over the thousands that most likely applied as well. One of those perks was your secret boyfriend, a certain player who happened to captain the club, Martin Ødegaard.

You both knew that relationships between staff and players weren’t exactly encouraged, but neither of you could deny your attraction for one another.

Martin was one of the first players to really welcome you into the job, he took you on the tour of the grounds after suggesting it to your boss, and the whole time he spent trying to make you smile and laugh.

You both knew that after those few hours together that you wouldn’t be able to ignore the feelings that were stirring in your stomachs for each other.

A few months later and there you both were, boarding the team jet to fly to a European away leg, you decided to camp in the first aisle so you could get photos of the boys getting on. Martin would always make sure he smiled at you when he saw the camera was out, partly so the fans had nice photos, but also because whenever he saw you his whole face would light up. Both of you joked that it was unbelievable that no one had figured out the two of you were dating just from Martin’s face alone.

The tie itself was meant to be an easy win for the Gunners, but that never stopped Martin from worrying about the team. He’d try to relax on the plane there before he would have his laptop and notebook out, making some last minute notes about their opponents and how they could exploit their weaknesses.

‘Are you trying to figure out how you could score tomorrow captain?’

Martin would look at his phone and you’d hear his quiet laugh which you would love so much, looking over at you and smiling.

‘How else am I meant to get the club photographer’s attention?’

Now it was your turn to quietly laugh. Martin loved hearing the sound of your laugh, he would always say it was the sound he wanted to hear every time he woke up and every time he fell asleep.

‘That’s a fair point Mr Ødegaard! How about this for motivation? You score tomorrow and after the game I’ll let you do whatever you wish!’

You hadn’t meant that in any suggestive way, but Martin’s mind would start racing with thoughts, one which, as captain, he shouldn’t be thinking about but he wouldn’t be able to help himself. He had heard from numerous teammates of their experiences having sex on planes, and he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about doing that with you, but one step further. He knew that the jet allowed for a touch more secrecy in the seats if a player chose to do so, and he had thought a few times about taking you on the club’s plane and watching you struggle to keep quiet as he filled you up.

He definitely had his motivation to score.

When the plane had landed and the bus had taken you to the hotel that everyone was staying at, you would be forced to go your separate ways for the night, but that wouldn’t stop Martin from facetiming you.

Martin when he was at his most relaxed was probably your favourite sight, the messy hair, the hoodie that swallowed him up, and the smile on his face whilst he would be staring at you on the phone, although he would always claim he just ‘zoned out’. You knew he was staring, and you were as well.

It had been a couple of months, and that ‘honeymoon’ phase everyone talks about still hadn’t passed, both of you dying to see each other whenever you could and clinging onto each other when you knew you had to leave. You would always FaceTime each other when you were going to sleep, but you could tell Martin was thinking about something tonight, and you just assumed he was stressing about the game tomorrow. He usually was. However, this time he was knee deep in the thought of you and him on the jet, so much so that he would end the facetime call a little early to ‘get some rest’ when in reality he would have to relieve himself before he went to bed.

That morning Martin adhered to his strict game day routine, one he never strayed from otherwise it would be ‘bad luck’ and you laughed until one day he accidentally strayed from it, eating something different from breakfast and then when it came to the game he kept hitting the woodwork and Arsenal went on to lose one nil. After that you took his routine completely seriously.

After the team walk around the city was complete, you would head back to the hotel and you would start to get ready to do your job. Making sure you had all of the right equipment and that it was all packed safely, before heading down to the reception to meet up with everyone and get on the bus.

Everyone was fully focused on the game, Martin taking it upon himself to make sure everyone felt alright before the warm up, and checking in with everyone during it as well. You would situate yourself on the sidelines where the Arsenal boys were warming up and whilst you looked at the photos you were taking you could notice this fire in Martin’s eyes, a fire in which you found really attractive.

One of your favourite things during a game was the lineup the teams did before the game, where Martin was looking all serious and fully into the matchday mode, it just made your stomach flip in all of the right ways. You had always told him that the more serious side was a turn on, he always joked that you just liked him being dominant but you could never deny that. Martin Ødegaard, this soft and sweet, innocent looking man, was actually the most dominant man that you had ever met, and you were so glad for that. You always said it was the captain's side of him that came out, he would always joke about stealing the armband and bringing it home since that was clearly something you wanted from him; and of course it was but you could never bring yourself to say that.

The referee’s whistle jolted you out of your thoughts and you watched the game kick off and you were making sure you got every action shot that the club would need for their posts during the match. The first half saw the Gunners shooting away from the side that you were sitting at and for you that meant a pretty boring first half where they scored two goals, Martin assisting for one of them, and yet all you managed to get were some far away shots that really did nothing, even with the lens that you had on the camera.

The second half being the half where the action stepped up for you and you knew that Martin was still on the mission that you sent him, the fire still alight in his eyes and you knew he was never one to back down from a challenge, he would always arise to the occasion. The boys continued to score and to rip into the team they were facing but yet Martin still hadn’t had the ball in the back of the net and it may have taken a while but five minutes before the end of the match, Martin would finally get that long awaited goal and his first thought?

I get to have sex on the team jet tonight.

That wasn’t all, but Martin knew how to tease you, and now that he knew he was getting his way with you, he wanted to make sure you were lusting over him, that you wanted him so badly you were ready to beg for him in front of everyone. So for his celebration he would run immediately over to your direction, sticking his tongue out for the whole stadium to see and he would do a little dance, just to drive you even crazier.

Oh boy did it work. You tried so hard to remain professional, getting the best photos of the Norwegian, meanwhile on the inside you were screaming for this man in the most feral way you had ever screamed for him.

The only thing coming to your mind was a string of curses about how much you wanted him, and how much you wanted him now, almost wanting to take him then and there on the pitch and show everyone just how lucky you were.

You knew you couldn’t so all you could do was stare and try acting professional before you could get down the tunnel, board the bus and get to the airport, where at least then you could text Martin all of the ungodly and downright sinful thoughts you were having. At least then you could be driving him crazy too.

Martin would come onto the bus, look at you for the briefest of seconds, you had almost missed it, but you saw the little smirk on his face, a smirk that usually meant trouble, and one you only saw and it meant you were in for a long night. But you didn’t have all night. You would just narrow your eyes ever-so-slightly at him, before turning back to your phone and texting him.

‘What are you up to? You’ve got that grin on your face….’

You would casually try and turn to see his reaction, trying to gauge what the game that he was playing with you actually was, except he was all the way at the back of the bus and that’s when you knew he was playing some kind of long game with you, teasing you until you were ready to burst, and embarrassingly, you were almost there. What made it worse was when you had no response to that text and so you were left guessing in your seat as to what this man had up his sleeves.

You had tried to get somewhat closer to him on the walk through the airport, to absolutely no avail. He was completely keeping the space from you on purpose and it was driving you insane, and all you could do at this point was hope that he planned on doing something when you drove back to his place, after the team landed back in London.

It seemed like an eternity before the team even boarded the plane but eventually you were all boarding and you got yourself comfortable for the next few hours, as comfortable as you could be with the thoughts swirling that were in your head.

It didn’t feel like that long after the plane had took off, you felt the vibration from your phone in your tracksuit pocket, and you eagerly checked in, just praying Martin took a touch of mercy on you and at least gave you an idea of what he wanted to do with you.

‘Once things settle down a little then you’ll know, all in good time prinsesse ;)’

‘Settle down a little? What is this man planning?’ is all you could think.

Your head couldn’t even go to the place that he was going to go with you, it was risky, and Martin knew that, but the thrill of it is what makes it so attractive for him. He would wait around a half hour, making sure some people were falling asleep, or engrossed in whatever they were doing so that they wouldn’t notice him getting up to head to the bathroom on the plane.

’Come to the bathroom prinsesse, your captain is waiting, and he wants his reward for his goal today’

‘The bathroom? What? Oh.. oh!’

It took everything in you after your internal debate, to not jump up and run to the bathroom. Instead you gave it a minute, casually got up and made sure you made eye contact with no one that could even acknowledge where you were going.

You got to the bathroom and quietly knocked, the secret knock that you had come up with when you both started dating so when he came into your office you would always know it was him, just in case you were with another player or a colleague at the club.

He would let you in, and it would almost be instantaneous, the way he would sweep you into his arms, lock the door, push you up against that door and kiss you, making sure you couldn’t say a word in this whole thing.

He craved that control in this scenario, this is what he wanted and he was going to make sure it was everything that he had dreamed of.

Maybe it’s the way he craved for you to look so helpless in front of him, but he always loved the way you would look for him and almost tried to plead with him without saying anything. It would almost make him laugh every time, except this time it does. The look comes after you pull away and try to speak but immediately he stops that from happening, covering your mouth with his right hand whilst his left would be running down the side of your body.

“Nuh-uh prinsesse… I distinctly remember you telling me I could do whatever I wanted to do if I scored and uh- I think you’ll find your captain scored… and I didn’t even get a congratulations. Can you imagine that huh? You’re lucky we’re not at home- otherwise I would’ve gone a lot harder on you- but for now… just let me have my reward.”

You moaned against his hand whilst he would bend you over the bathroom sink, making sure you were looking at him in the mirror, otherwise he would stop completely. Even if he knew he didn’t have the time to stop and punish or tease you, he still would. He wanted you to remember who was in control, who was always in control.

He would remove his hand from your mouth uttering a simple ‘behave’ to you as he yanked your tracksuit bottoms down, revealing the red lace panties that you were wearing underneath and you would just hear the groan come from his mouth and a deep ‘faen prinsesse’ escape from his lips.

He would never ruin the sets you bought for him, but in this situation he would rip that lace material off of you and would keep that in his pocket for later, fully intending on sending you back to your seat with his load dripping out of you. He could feel himself getting painfully hard at that thought.

It was embarrassing how fucked out you were already and he had barely done anything to you, but this was more dominant than you ever realised Martin was, okay yes did he like to try new things in the bedroom, but public was a domain you never thought he would try, let alone public and in the work environment. The thrill was making you soaked and he would reach down and feel just how excited you were.

“Someone’s excited, maybe even more excited than me. Of course you are, deep down you like being a little slut for me, letting me fuck you in the team’s jet, in the bathroom- faen you’re such a pretty slut for your captain.”

You had to cover your own mouth to soften the moan that came out of your mouth and you would just look up at him in the mirror, your eyes soft and the smallest of pouts coming out.

“Marrrrrr- please! Don’t tease me any longer- I can’t take it. Just please fuck me already captain!”

You would just see that grin on Martin’s face widen, even more that it already was and it made your eyes roll back, something which was made worse when he thrust himself inside of you.

Martin didn’t know how you did it but he swears each time he fucks you, you magically get tighter and it was driving him crazy. He knew he couldn’t waste any time, begrudgingly having to make sure you both reached your highs in quick times but that was part of the fun. He loved seeing how fucked out you got when he just kept going, each thrust getting harder and faster, each thrust hitting that same spot over and over, Martin swears the look on your face will be etched in his mind forever. He gathers your hair into a low ponytail, using it was leverage to fuck you even deeper, and he also knew you loved it when he pulled your hair.

“Such a pretty little slut for your captain- you look so pretty taking every inch of me, I think I can see your stomach bulging- faen prinsesse! I’m almost shocked you’re not whining about how you can’t take it”

His spare hand would go to your stomach and he would feel himself fucking you and it would make his eyes roll back. You were close to telling him that it was all too much and you weren’t sure if you could take it, but you kind of enjoyed it. The way that it was all just a little too much was just getting you closer and closer and all you needed to do was just let Martin have his way with you, like he always did.

You’re just being honest when you admit to yourself that you’re so fucked out that was Martin was uttering wasn’t even registering with you anymore, all you could focus on was his throbbing length inside of you and you knew he was just as close as you were.

Your muffled moans were spurring him on and he would barely give you any warning as he was about to finish, as he did so inside of you, he would have to bring a hand to his own mouth to make sure he didn’t get too loud so anyone could hear, and that was your last straw and your climax came right after.

Martin would lean over you, resting his head into your neck, just letting every drop spill it’s way inside of you, and when your breathing steadied out is when he would carefully pull himself out, bring up your tracksuit bottoms and utter into your ear,

“Try not to make a mess of the seat prinsesse, otherwise everyone will know what you’ve been up to.”

He would press a loving kiss to the top of your head, pulling up his own bottoms and boxers before reaching for the lock of the door and unlocking it, just grinning as he looks at you in the mirror, so completely out of it that he couldn’t wait to watch you walk back to your seat in an absolute daze. He would quietly chuckle to himself before saying ‘welcome to the mile high club prinsesse’ and walking, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your own demise and get through the rest of this flight without reliving that whole time over and over again.

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imperatriceauxdiamants · 2 years

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💗Dating Core Principles 💗

There are some of my core principles that I use in dating, this might inspire you, or not, which is fine. You don't have to agree with my principles, but each of them has a whole story behind them.

I am happier being single, and I only accept going into a relationship if my counterpart adds to my life. I only accept people into my life that won't make me feel emptied out, anxious. I protect my energy before anything.

I am not afraid of breaking up, and rebecoming single, the moment I feel like I am not valued as a woman, as a human being. I know that singledom isn't the end of the world, and that I can find another partner. I have a mindset of abundance and security, not of precarity. Basically, dick is abundant.

I trust myself, and my loved ones before any new acquaintance, and that includes boyfriends. I'm my own grounding stone, and so is my family. I am honest with my own family, and so are they with me. I believe my own gut before anything. If I feel afraid, I run away. If I feel angry, I listen to myself.

The moment I find myself doing "exceptions" from my personal rules, I step back a moment and reevaluate. The rules I did create are for an specific purpose, to protect me and give myself opportunities to vet, be objective. When a man pushes for exceptions it is considered boundary stomping.

I refuse to choose men whose situation, if I unite myself with them, would bring down my comfort. Sole handsomeness or kindness won't pay the bills. I am perfectly able to sustain myself, and a lower financial status man can endanger my own stability.

I absolutely refuse any form of FWB or "special" relationship, that is ultimately, exploitation of myself and my body. I deserve to be pleased, and I don't give pleasure without receiving myself. I believe those relationships are very beneficial to the man, as he doesn't has to work so hard, or sacrifice hard, and doesn't has to commit to a lady. It also increases risks of STI. Pussy protection first!

If a friend encourages me towards unhealthy behaviours relationship-wise, I dump her. I do not need any negative influences in my life.

I protect all my money incomes, my career, my schooling. I refuse to let private relationships spill into those other spheres of my life. I don't text love partners at work, I focus on my work. I don't text lovers while in school. I don't allow them to come at work or school. Those spheres are to be separate, because they're my security.

I refuse to bed with a person, before at least 2-3 months into an exclusive relationship. I refuse to be left alone with them in situations where sex could be a realistic endgame. I only meet them in public places, or with friends. I protect my mind and pussy doing so, because I know I am easily swayed with all the bonding hormones and it clouds my judgement.

Those personal rules I have for myself maybe picture me as a boring person in your eyes, but I guarantee, once partners have been accepted into my intimate circle, they appreciate my presence and feel happy around me, because they know they can count on me being a stable, harmonious woman 💗

#queue

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forestlingincorporated · 3 years

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I wanna talk about Janet Drake

I’m not against exaggeratedly evil versions of Tim’s parents, tbh. It’s fanfiction, if we can depict an Exaggeratedly Good version of Bruce (which we can, and I do, and I love) then we can depict the Drakes as Exaggeratedly Bad. As someone who personally identifies with Tim, and his brand of complicated parental abuse in particular, I find it cathartic to uncomplicate that abuse and rescue him from the Obviously Evil Bad People.

That said, since much of comics lore is passed down word of mouth, the oral tradition surrounding Tim has developed this idea of Janet as The Worse Parent between her and Jack that was never really present in the comics. We see much LESS of Janet, and we have 20 years worth of comics depicting Jack as a neglectful hotheaded idiot who ultimate does love his son. More importantly, Jack isn’t very much LIKE Tim, so there is a habit to attribute Tim’s traits to his mother... and, as someone who really really identifies with Tim, Tim has... some negative traits. Tim can be a bitch sometimes. He’s fiercely intelligent and sweet and kind, with a strong sense of justice, but he can be cold and judgmental and unthinking - he fights those traits, but he does have them.

And it is perfectly fine to depict Janet that way. I’ve enjoyed depictions of Cold Calculating Janet Drake, but it’s not the ONLY option, and I want to challenge fans to consider different avenues. Tim could pick up these traits from anywhere: a nanny, Mrs. Mc Ilvaine (”Mrs. Mac”), a teacher, tv, Sherlock Holmes novels, Bruce Wayne himself. Tim is capable of not being like EITHER parent.

So, what do we KNOW about Janet? (I’ll also touch on Jack, but only in scenes he appears with Janet.)

When Janet was first introduced she was depicted as a gentle but “modern” woman. This was written in 1989, told by a 13 year old Tim, so this theoretically was meant to take place in 1979. I’m not here to give a lecture on the history of sex discrimination in the united states, but much of the legislation protecting women in the workforce or surrounding women’s bodily autonomy would have been very very new in this initial depiction.

Here, Janet is shown to be encouraging, emotional, maternal, and projects her own feelings onto Tim. Jack is shown to be slightly sexist, possibly discouraging, but not overbearing. And the artist is shown not to know how to draw children.

To insert some speculation, I think it’s important to note all the Drakes witnessed a terrible murder/accident that day. I point this out, because this is the last time Jack and Janet are depicted this way. It’s possible they changed as a result of this event specifically.

However, this is also a story being told by Tim. It’s also possible these events aren’t really “real” at all, and Tim is misremembering what his parents were like as a three-year-old, possibly projecting a more palatable version of his parents into the narrative. This is entirely up to personal interpretation.

In fact, the Drakes are shown in Legend of the Dark Knight attending Haly’s Circus, and the artist knows what a toddler looks like and they’re depicted as already having a slightly strained relationship. Jack is clearly on the defensive, and Janet seems to be passive-aggressive, though she could just be attempting to explain the situation to her toddler honestly. The intended tone isn’t especially clear.

I do want to point out, in this depiction, Tim isn’t being carried like he was in the previous one. He’s walking ahead of his parents, which isn’t a terrible horrible crime, but could be dangerous in a crowded place like the circus. Might be a subtle hint to his parents overall neglect.

Back to A Lonely Place of Dying, in Tim’s memories of the night he discovered Robin and Dick Grayson were the same person at nine-years-old, his parents are home, and watching TV together while Tim played... trucks, idk, in the living room with them. (This is semi-interesting, because you could say “oh, Tim liked vehicle toys as a kid” or you could extrapolate that this is another subtle indication of Jack’s sexism, providing Tim with appropriately “boy toys.” Either interpretation is valid. If Tim was assigned female at birth, would they have been given “girl toys,” or allowed to play with whatever they wanted?)

This is, to my knowledge, the only panel of the Drakes when Tim is between ages 3 and 13. They’re all together, which might indicate that the Drakes were home more often when Tim was 9, only later going on business trips when Tim was “old enough” but...

This is Tim’s boarding school when he’s 13. While most boarding schools in the US are for grades 9-12, Tim is clearly not a freshman at age 13; look how much younger the other kids in this panel are. In the US, the youngest you can attend most boarding schools is 7.

That means Tim could have begun going to boarding school anytime between 7 and 13. He most likely spent all of middle school in boarding school, at least. There are an almost infinite number of possible ways the Drakes handled having a business that required lots of international travel, an archeology hobby, AND a very young child. Janet staying home until Tim was 7, 11, 13, is equally possible as the Drakes having a nanny until 7, 11, 13. Tim just doesn’t talk about that period of his life very much.

(”What about Mrs. Mac?” - it is unclear when Mrs. Mac begins working for the Drakes. We only see her when Jack comes out of his coma. She could either be a long standing staff member, or a recent hire.)

Note: I’ve seen it said that it’s canon that “According to Tim, when his parents were home, they made a point to try and include him in their activities, bringing him along to events that were normally adults only.” I have never seen this panel, or I don’t remember it, so I cannot confirm, but I also cannot debunk this because... comics.

By the time Tim is 13, Jack and Janet are away on business trips a lot, with limited communication, and no firm return date. If I’m feeling generous, I’d say it was harder to communicate internationally in 1990 than it is today. If I’m not feeling generous, I’d say the Drakes are extremely wealthy, and international communication was easier than ever before in the 80s and 90s. They’re not even going home to see Tim in a week or two, they’re going home and calling Tim at boarding school in a week or two.

Even Bruce thinks its weird, though he doesn’t say so to Tim’s face. It’s written almost as if Tim’s parents’ neglect was meant to be a plot point that just got forgotten about.

Tim’s parents are fighting at this point (their poor assistant), but Janet still goes with Jack on these business trips. And she’s clearly involved in the business, somehow, but the comics never SAY what Janet’s JOB is. We’re told Jack is the exec, but Janet is ONLY ever referred to as Jack’s wife, though they’re later described as the “heads” of the company, plural.

Just to be clear, this is Jack’s business. There’s a perception that Jack is a bad business man because he and Janet fight over company decisions, and Jack looses the business after Janet dies, but Jack looses the company YEARS after Janet dies, and maintains it for about a year after No Man’s Land at that. We’re not told how Jack looses the business, but he’s got to be doing something right. Janet isn’t necessarily the “real brains” of Drake Industries.

And I’m not... gonna... touch the... exploitation and racism because... I’m not qualified to do that. But, here’s the panel. The Drakes sure seem exploitative and racist in their business decisions. Someone else can... analyze that with more nuance.

Regardless how how long they’ve been fighting, when their lives are in danger, the Drakes fall back into a loving husband and wife. Their marriage may be falling apart, but they do care about each other.

I want to show these panels because it shows that Tim and Jack do have things in common. They’re both level headed in a crisis and can be somewhat cold in their practicality. Janet meanwhile and silent. Jack is later willing rant and rave at their captors, but Janet remains silent.

That is, until they’re alone, and she finally lets herself fall apart.

God, Jack can be obnoxious. Janet just looks miserable and resigned. I actually think Tim takes after his parents in this respect in equal measure. Tim can have a temper, but he can also be fairly melancholy and defeatist.

Jack keeps reminding Janet to be strong and in control, which could be period typical sexism? But Jack seems so practiced and ready with the words of encouragement, and with Tim’s history with depression, I wonder if Janet has an inclination towards it as well.

As the end approaches, when Jack brings up Tim, Janet seems to have a lot of regret. She talks about “wasting” the good things, and I don’t think it’s too big of a stretch to assume she’s talking about time spent with her only child.

From this point on, Janet is at times spoken of, but not seen. Like here, when Jack says Janet wouldn’t approve of him and Tim being so “far apart.” He says this after he tells him he takes back his threat to send him back to boarding school, which might imply Janet was against the idea of boarding school? Though she obviously lost that argument when she was alive.

Jack will of course renege on this later, but that’s Jack Drake for you.

Or here in Tim’s illness induced dream, where he gets everything he wants. Though, since this is a fantasy of Tim’s, where his father and girlfriend are both more accepting and understanding than they are in real life, I would take this depiction of Janet with a grain of salt.

After loosing Drake Industries, Jack thinks about Janet (though, they call her Catherine/Cathy for some fucking reason) during his depressive episode. And... uh...

Hallucinates a Valkyrie???? Is this symbolic of suicidal thoughts, or is she... real? Or is he seriously hallucinating?

Anyway, we’re not here to discuss Jack’s mental state, the fact that he forgot Tim’s birthday, or that concerning “I was going to knock some sense into you but you’re still bigger than me” statement from Tim, we’re here to talk about Janet. And even though this entire arc is about Jack mourning his first wife, they don’t SAY anything about Janet herself at all. I mean, they don’t even get her name right, so I guess what was I expecting.

Then there’s Origins and Omens, which also doesn’t say anything about Janet, except that Tim’s memory of her is faulty - Janet was poisoned, her assistant Jeremy’s throat was slit on television, but Tim seems to have conflated the death he did see with the death he didn’t.

The only piece of canon to suggest that Janet might be cold, is Tim compares her to Thalia. And even then, he’s really just saying Janet was protective of him. It’s kind of a scary look to make at your kid, but Bruce does the same thing, so.

I do want to say... it’s not 100% clear if Tim is even talking about Janet. He could be talking about Dana. Dana was observably protective of Tim, though I don’t think he’s ever called her mom. He PROBABLY means Janet.

And finally we have Tim visiting his mother’s grave (in a duel Christian/Jewish cemetery, make of that what you will), where Tim says she was “a little religious.”

And that’s it! That is all we know about Janet Drake in New Earth. Hardly the Mom From Hell, but she isn’t perfect. I’d be interested in seeing some alternate depictions of her within the fandom.

I’m still gonna eat up Terrible Parents From Hell like a starving puppy dog, though. Just some food for creative thought.

#Tim Drake #janet drake #jack drake #robin #Red Robin #character analysis

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dreamdropxoxo · 3 years

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Tattoo Shop AU - Part 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Laurent had miscalculated. It was a mistake that happened only very rarely to him. However, he had completely misjudged how heady it would be to have Damianos’ eyes on him, to see the hunger written all over his face. He stepped closer and reached out with one hand. “Go on, you may touch.” And touch Damen did. He wrapped his hand around Laurent’s wrist and traced his fingers up over the inside of his forearm. He pressed his lips to the paper thin skin over Laurent’s pulse. His heart rate spiked, this was exhilarating. The rising tension between them rushed through his system, made his heart skip a beat.

Laurent buried his left hand in those messy, wonderful curls and pulled Damen pull. However, he didn’t try to pull his arm out of his grasp. Damen’s hold tightened around his wrist.

“You’re very forward, Damianos,” he observed, his tone carefully groomed to convey boredom and light annoyance. “I can’t remember giving you permission.”

Instead of making a joke or offering an explanation, Damen’s lips parted around the words, “I’m sorry,” and Laurent felt heat course through him.

“For fucks sake, what are you doing to me?” He hadn’t meant to ask that aloud, but now the words were out there and Damen grinned up to him. Pupils blown so wide that they were almost swallowing up his iris completely.

“I could tell you what you’re doing to me, Laurent, in great detail if you so require.” He looked so defiant and challenging and yet docile in Laurent’s hold, that he couldn’t decide if he wanted to put him in his place or encourage him to do whatever he wanted more. Well, he could still decide later.

“Oh, really? Let’s hear what you have to say then and maybe, only maybe, brute, I’ll grant you one thing in exchange. However, you’ll have to manage to excite me. Do you think you can do that?” Again the man surprised him with his answer.

“Let’s find out.” He smirked up to him and Laurent had to concentrate on his breathing to keep it at a regular rhythm.

“You make an exhilarating tingle run down my spine whenever you’re looking at me. I want you to look at me always. Do you have any idea how captivating your eyes are? Your focus is like a drug for me. I crave it as soon as you turn away from me.” And that was the last thing Laurent had expected. He had thought Damen would continue to tell him how hot he was, how his ass made him hard or how his mouth made him want to fuck it ‘till his lips were swollen. Instead he was talking about Laurent’s eyes? And he wasn’t done yet. Laurent’s head was spinning. “Your lips look so soft I’m always asking myself how they would feel pressed against my cheek, my mouth, my pulse. Would they be as soft as petals or would they be rough and unexpected? Sometimes my curiosity is almost killing me. I see you and you’re a mystery and I just want to uncover everything about you. When you’re eating or drawing your hands make me want to suck your fingers one after the other because they’re a work of art. I’m weak for you to the point of letting you manhandle me as long as you keep looking at me, keep touching me.” The confession fell from his lips as if it were nothing. His eyes searched Laurent’s face, never once dropping from there. He wasn’t staring at Laurent’s body anymore. Breathing hard, he tilted Damen’s head back even further, exposing his neck.

“Very well, Damianos. What is it that you want?”

Damen’s breath hitched. “Can I ask for anything?”

“Yes. Yes, you can ask me for anything and I will give it to you if I can.” It was foolish to promise something like that. It was stupid and reckless, but Laurent found that with Damen he wanted to be reckless, he wanted to give up a tiny sliver of control because he was sure the other man wouldn’t exploit him.

“Go on another date with me, please.” It was the ‘please’, spoken softly and gently, that made Laurent freeze.

“That’s it? That’s your wish?” He couldn’t believe it. That had to be a joke.

“Yes. Please, I want to go out with you again. I don’t want this to be over before it even started,” Damen sounded urgent. Laurent had no idea what ‘this’ was. He knew there was something between them, but he couldn’t explain what it was exactly. First, he had thought it was nothing but sexual tension. They were both young, attractive, single and obviously interested in each other. At that moment, he knew it was more. This wasn’t just sex or attraction, this was something profound and meaningful and Damen had just handed him the reins to decide what they’d do from this point on.

“Alright. But next time you’re going to lose your shirt.” Damen laughed.

“Fine. I hope you don’t dislike piercings,” he challenged with a raised eyebrow and Laurent raised one eyebrow.

“If I did, did you really think I’d go out with someone who I met through an appointment with my brother, who’s a piercer?” He loosened his hand in Damen’s hair and the other man made a noise of discontent combined with a laugh. It was startling that he even managed it. Laurent stared at him in surprise and Damen tugged at him gently, making his intentions clear but not forceful in any way.

Laurent couldn’t keep the indulgent smile from spreading over his lips, before he straddled Damen’s thighs.

“You’re right. That was stupid of me. The only excuse I have is that you make my brain melt with how hot you are.” And there it was, the cliché pickup line Laurent had waited for. However, timing changed everything. Instead of making disappointment and disgust spread through him like poison it made him laugh and he pressed his mouth to Damen’s cheek.

“And are they how you imagined?” He asked, lips brushing softly over the other man’s skin.

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An OPP, or One Penis Policy, is a set of rules often enforced by the cishet male member of a couple that prohibits the woman in the relationship from sexually engaging with anyone who doesn't have a vagina. It is inherently sexist, misogynistic, homophobic/biphobic/transphobic, controlling, and rooted in toxic masculinity.

OPP rules are often put into place to avoid the insecurities and competition that a man might feel when he knows that his partner is dating another penis-having person. However, women often also feel these same insecurities when their partner is dating other women, so an OPP assumes that the woman just has to do the emotional labor to deal with her insecurities but doing anything that would trigger a man's insecurities or discomfort is off-limits. It's essentially saying that protecting a man's insecurities is more important than equality in the relationship – this is all very self-centered, sexist, and misogynistic.

This type of rule is very homophobic because it assumes that same-sex relationships aren't as valid as hetero relationships and therefore not a threat to their existing relationship. An OPP implies that the only “real” sex is hetero sex that involves both a penis and a vagina and devalues all queer relationships. And, OPPS are transphobic in that they reduce transwomen to their genitals, it dismisses all genders other than cisgender men and women and assumes that women with a penis aren't real women. Essentially, it perpetuates the idea that all men have penises and that anyone who has a penis is a man.

OPPs are also biphobic in that they assume the bisexual member of the relationship is half gay/half straight and because they're already in a relationship with someone with a penis than only the gay half needs to be fulfilled. This sexualizes female relationships by assuming that their bisexual partner is already getting everything they need by having a penis in their life, therefore, the guy is often okay with same-sex relationships only because it offers different kind of sex. At the same time, this also fetishizes same-sex relationships between women because the thought of their partner with another woman turns them on, but the thought of her sleeping with another man does not, therefore it assumes that her sexuality should center around what the man finds arousing. It's basically saying “everything in this relationship needs to serve my sexual needs” and in doing so having an OPP in place creates a double-standard – the straight men are allowed to seek out 100% of the people they want, whereas women are only allowed to seek out other women, thereby cutting their dating pool in half. The men often feel this is equal because they're both free to date, while not realizing that it's not eqaul at all because he is limiting his partner to only dating a specific gender, while he has no limits at all.

One of the ways that toxic masulinity plays into this is the idea of score-keeping, men often like to brag to their buddies about their sexual exploits, and they see their partner having sex with another woman as an extension of their sexual accomplishments that they can brag about. In contrast, most men don't want to think about or discuss their partner being with other men as this could make them look bad to other people; it is often seen as shameful/disgraceful for a woman to desire another man as it implies that their male partner doesn't measure up and they are somehow failing at masculinity. Another aspect of toxic masculinity is the belief that men are in control of the relationship, they believe it's okay to set rules that limit their partners experiences and view women as possessions rather than autonomous beings capable of making their own decisions.

So, why are these types of policies so often put into place in newly opened polyam relationships? Often times it's due to internalized ideas of misogyny and toxic masculinity that a man might not even be aware he's perpetuating. This often means that they haven't really done any of the emotional labor to work through their insecurities and fears of being replaced, and they're not likely to if they're instead relying on rules to avoid bumping into those insecurities. It's also likely that it's due to issues of comparison and competition; men are afraid that their partner will find another penis she likes more, or that his penis will not measure up and he'll no longer be able to sexually satisfy her. There's a fear that the other man might be better in bed, while not believing that sex between two women could possibly be more satisfying than sex with a penis. Another reason is that due to the sexualization and fetishization of lesbian sex many guys are hopeful that their partner will bring the other woman home for them to share, this again plays into the score-keeping aspect as well as the possessiveness of thinking anything belonging to your partner also belongs to you, and treats her women lovers as merely being human shaped sex toys.

So, how do you combat falling into this trap of establishing or accepting an OPP? Encourage each other to work through your feelings of jealousy and insecurities, let go of your fears and step away from the rules you're putting up in order to avoid facing them. Do some real introspection, discover what messages around toxic masculinity and misogyny you've internalized and work through them. Encourage autonomy for all members of your relationship, trust that everyone is making decisions with their best interest in mind. And finally, encourage each other to desire healthy relationships with one another and with additional partners, and understand that if the partner insisting on an OPP doesn't want to change their mind about it, than you may need to make some healthy changes for yourself.

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Adventures in Baratale: Feelin’ Blue (BONUS chapter)

Baratale AU and characters by staxurst.

WARNING: NSFW (18+ only), language, explicit sexual content, public sex, outdoor sex

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As Blue’s official datemate, you had absolutely no complaints about your love life. Blue might very well be the perfect boyfriend, yet you suspected that some of his excessive generosity as a lover stemmed from the way you’d started your relationship. Blue felt guilty about meeting you- and having world-shaking sex with you, multiple times- during a dominant heat, and every action he took as your boyfriend now seemed like an attempt to make up for it.

Blue always listened thoughtfully to the things you told him, and because of his attentiveness, he always took you on the most spectacular dates. At first, he had been tentative in the bedroom, obviously not wanting you to assume that he only wanted you around for sexual reasons. You reassured him enough to discover that, when not fueled by his heat cycle, Blue was the type of skeleton who preferred to focus on his partner’s pleasure. All in all, things were going great...

… except that you often felt like you weren’t contributing much to the relationship. Blue planned and paid for all of the amazing dates. Blue curled your toes in the bedroom and made your throat raw from screaming in pleasure. You just went along with his ideas, and you didn’t enjoy being what amounted to a relationship freeloader. Blue deserved a datemate who could be his equal, especially in the “spoiling your partner” department, so you did what any loving datemate would do.

You devised a clever ruse to lure Blue into a perfect date of your own diabolical creation.

First, you enlisted the help of a friend, swearing them to secrecy. Next, you joined your partner in espionage to choose an outfit suitable for the occasion. You laid the trap for Blue the next time you talked to him.

“I just found out that the National Park has a pair of baby deer who were orphaned. You can actually watch the little fawns being bottle fed at the Visitor Center,” you told Blue, nearly jumping up and down in excitement. Blue watched you with gentle eyelights, smiling at your enthusiasm. He may have been a big, burly skeleton monster, but he adored baby animals. There was no way he could resist your invitation. “Let’s go see them this weekend. Please?”

“OF COURSE, HUMAN. ANYTHING FOR YOU,” the sweet skeleton replied, just as you knew he would.

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Walking through the Visitor Center hand-in-hand with Blue almost made you forget that the focus of your plan was showing Blue a good time and eventually seducing him. You ran from display to display, and Blue followed along, laughing at your exuberant antics. You stood together, marveling at an exhibit showing various animal skulls then laughed at each other’s attempts to mimic the bird calls from another exhibit.

A voice over the PA system announced that the twin fawns would be making their appearance in a matter of minutes. Blue feigned helplessness, letting you pull him by the arm to a huge bank of floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a viewing area for the wildlife programs. Blue slipped one strong arm around your waist as you watched the baby deer drinking from bottles held by their handlers. One of the fawns sneezed and sprayed milk onto the person feeding him. The other fawn tugged and chewed at his bottle, impatient to fill his tiny tummy.

You ended up enjoying the date portion of your scheme as much as Blue did. As the handlers led the baby deer back to their enclosure, one of them looked up at you and gave a discreet thumbs up, the signal to initiate phase 2 of the seduce and destroy mission.

“This way,” you called at Blue over your shoulder, heading through the gift shop to a set of double doors that led out to the hiking trails. Standing outside in the summer sunshine, Blue’s eyelights regarded you with uncertainty.

“ARE YOU SURE YOU CAN HIKE COMFORTABLY IN THAT OUTFIT?” he asked. Blue had noticed your oh-so-short skirt; in fact, he’d been ogling it the entire time the pair of you had been in the Visitor Center. Fortunately, Blue cared more about your safety and comfort than about sexy appearances. The big skeleton didn’t want to risk poison ivy, bug bites, or scratches from thorns causing you even the slightest bit of discomfort or harm.

“We’re just going to the wildflower field, silly,” you told him, poking him playfully in the tummy. “And don’t act like you don’t like the skirt.”

Blue chuckled, and it sounded like a lion’s purr. “I THINK I MIGHT BE ENJOYING THAT SKIRT A LITTLE TOO MUCH, ACTUALLY. IT’S DIFFICULT TO CONCENTRATE ON OUR DATE WHEN YOU’RE DRESSED IN SOMETHING SO TANTALIZING,” he admitted, and a bright blue blush sprang to life on his cheekbones. Silently, you cheered. Everything was working out just the way you’d imagined it. All you needed to do now was steer Blue towards the wildflower field and its convenient benches.

“This way!” You pointed to a sign at a trailhead. You didn’t need the sign; you’d been to the wildflower field many times before. The trail bordered a huge clearing where a variety of wildflowers grew, a natural display of vibrant rainbow colors. Honey bees swarmed to the field in late spring and early summer, pollinating the flowers and generally ignoring the guests. Sometimes you could even spot large, round bumblebees lazily trundling from flower to flower.

You had chosen this location for its beauty but also because there was only one entry or exit point and plenty of benches tucked away between the few tall trees that flanked the field. You darted over to one of the benches and pulled Blue down beside you. The wildflowers perfumed the air around you in the scent of classic romance, but you weren’t here for austere romantic overtures. You were here for some wild, kinky sex.

“This area sure is secluded,” you said innocently, watching Blue’s reactions out of the corner of your eye.

“IS IT?” Blue asked, catching on to your game immediately.

“Yup, you could do anything you wanted here, and nobody would even see it.”

“ANYTHING, HUH??” Blue’s hand snuck up to cup the back of your head, and he kissed you deeply. Ever the gentleman, Blue assumed that this area was for passionate, but chaste, makeout sessions, and as much as you loved the feel of his mouth and tongue against yours, you wanted more. You wanted to offer him a guilty pleasure that he enjoyed but rarely indulged in- outdoor sex.

Pushing Blue back, you straddled him, pressing your skimpy panties against the rapidly growing bulge straining at the fabric of his pants. His breathing sped up, and his hands slid down to your back, supporting you. Reaching up, you unbuttoned your shirt to show off a bra that matched the panties- skimpy and lacy… and easily shoved down to expose your breasts. You leaned in close to Blue’s ear canal and whispered: “Fuck me.”

The big skeleton didn’t need any encouragement. His hands found your ass and grabbed on tightly, lifting you. You tugged at his waistband, struggling to pull it over his throbbing cock. Blue quickly nudged your panties aside and spread your slick pussy lips with his fingers, his breathing rough and hot against your neck when he felt how wet with arousal you were.

Slowly and gently, Blue lowered you onto his cock, and you guided him inside you, gasping when his thick shaft stretched your pussy wide and slid into you. Blue kissed you again, letting you taste his moans as he began to rock his hips, shallowly thrusting into your tight little hole. Your breasts bounced with every movement, erect nipples brushing the soft fabric of Blue’s shirt.

“CLEVER HUMAN,” Blue murmured, burying his face in the curve of your neck.”EXPLOITING ALL OF MY WEAKNESSES.”

You opened your mouth to deliver a clever response, but Blue increased the speed and power of his thrusts. His cock slid in and out of your pussy faster and faster as he lifted and lowered you in rhythm with the bucking of his hips. The thick shaft left you overfilled and desperately empty in turns, and each time he buried himself inside of you, he penetrated you so deeply that you wanted to scream with pleasure.

“SHH,” Blue said softly. “IF YOU’RE NOT QUIET, WE’LL BE CAUGHT.”

After he spoke, Blue let his mouth wander up your neck to your jawline, then to your mouth. You opened your mouth to let his tongue in, but he nipped your lip sharply, making you gasp. The sound made his cock twitch inside of you, and you instinctively angled your hips for even deeper penetration. Sweat beaded on Blue’s skull with the intensity of his thrusts, the sensation of dragging his cock along every slick, sensitive inch of your pussy, and the way you tightened around him in response as if your entire body wanted to hold him inside of you.

One of Blue’s hands stayed splayed across your lower back and the other rose to frantically knead at one of your breasts. Your moans mingled in the insignificant amount of space between you. You wanted to throw your head back and be as loud as you could, crying out his praises to the sun and sky, and only pressing your hand over your mouth kept the sounds from spilling out.

Blue raised his eyelights to meet your gaze, staring at you with a mixture of blazing desire and boundless love. “HUMAN,” he groaned, his entire body shuddering, “HUMAN… I’M… I’M SO… CLOSE… I'M GONNA…”

“Cum inside me,” you ordered, the command barely audible but instantly obeyed. His cock slammed into you, and his mouth covered yours to swallow your cries as your pussy swallowed his thick loads of cum. His cock throbbed, pouring more and more of his hot seed into you. Your body shook then stiffened as your own orgasm rocked you. Your fingers dug into Blue’s scapulae; your pussy clamped down on his cock,and a fresh shudder of pleasure rippled through Blue’s huge body.

You fell forward onto Blue’s chest, panting and satisfied, and he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head while his cock throbbed, still hilted in your pussy with your arousal and his cum dribbling down onto it. A voice drifted over to you from the trailhead, interrupting your peaceful moment of post-orgasm bliss.

“Welcome to the wildflower field,” your friend bellowed at a volume level that would have been unnecessary unless they knew that a human and her skeleton boyfriend were fornicating on the park benches. “Before you check out the trail, you’ll want to grab one of these pamphlets to help you identify the different types of flowers.”

By the time the bewildered hikers, pamphlets in hand, wandered down the trail to your bench, you and Blue had separated. Blue sat with one leg crossed over the other to hide any telltale dampness on his pants. You were on the other end of the bench, hoping that you’d buttoned your shirt correctly and that nothing incriminating would spill down your legs. Once the hikers passed, you made your escape.

Blue swept you up into his arms, insisting that your legs must be tired from the “hike.” He carried you back to the gift shop and offered to buy you a bottle of water if you needed it. You did, but you insisted on paying for it, though Blue didn’t put you down once during the transaction. You sipped your water, scowling without any real malice behind it.

“It was my turn to arrange a perfect date for you,” you scolded gently.

Blue’s chest rumbled against your body with another of his deep chuckles. “SILLY, HUMAN. I AM THE REIGNING CHAMPION OF ROMANCE! IT IS MY SWORN DUTY TO PROPERLY COURT YOU!”

You narrowed your eyes in an adorable fake glare. “I’m going to take your title someday,” you warned playfully, shaking a fist at him.

“I LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR FUTILE EFFORTS TO USURP ME, HUMAN!”

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(...) part 2.

(part 1)

Hello. So my blood’s been boiling all day long reading the things regarding Jungkook, Jaehyun, Mingyu and Eunwoo’s actions and the media’s and kfans comments about it. So i gotta say a few things again, I’m literally so mad at this point idc if anyone will agree or disagree with me, I just need to say it.

So I got a list.

1. Let’s start chronologically with what Dispatch comes up with: Jungkook, Jaehyun, Mingyu and Eunwoo have visited CLUBS in Itaewon in time of Coronavirus, after they encouraged social distancing. Okay. So dispatch (the hypocritical tabloid that will constantly search promotion and support from idols, and will later blackmail them with info about THEIR OWN PERSONAL BUSINESS), releases that information without mentioning any dates of the occurrence, BUT

right before BTS is releasing something new

ASTRO’s current promotions

Seventeen’s new docu series are out

NCT’s comeback literally a few hours away

right after there has been a corona outbreak in some Itaewon clubs

right in the midst of Nth room’s owner’s prosecution

And surely enough omits the fact that the boys did not go to a club, but went to a restaurant and a bar, after Korea’s regulations about social distancing have been somewhat dropped, people were allowed to go eat out or walk around freely in small groups and a WEEK (25th april) before any covid-19 outbreak (1st may) happened, in a place far away from where the idols were. So in conclusion, dispatch had this info for a month now, decided to release it in a crucial time for all the members of the groups and at a time much much more important crimes are being brought up to light in Korea AND decides to miss out on the fact that this is literally nothing more, but a dinner with friends.

2. Let’s talk about the situation in South Korea with COVID-19 and the reactions of the “fans”. Don’t you dare come up to me with “facts” about the virus that people don’t know, because I am a med student, I’ve been more than introduced to the virus by all of my professors and I am currently writing a final essay on Social medicine and the epidemiology of viruses and diseases, guess where, that’s right, in South Korea. So, let me tell you some stuff: South Korea was NEVER in a state of a full lockdown. People were encouraged to practice social distancing and through the discipline and resources of the country, the count of the people who got the virus was kept low. From being the second country with most cases after China inFebruary , due to early regulations, South Korea managed to score 0 new patients on the 30th April, AFTER the boys went out and after places like restaurants, malls, bars were working. So if you’re gonna bash on the idols, how about you also do it with the majority of Seoul that was free to go out. Jungkook, Jaehyun, Mingyu and Eunwoo NEVER broke any laws, never acted out in a midst of the virus spreading and never did anything that the normal human (which they are btw, idk if kfans have noticed) would do at that point.

So that brings me to the Hypocrisy of korean “fans”. We all saw that the majority of the hate comes from them. Honey, things are bad in the other countries, you are aware of the regulations in your own, so you can not use the “i didn’t know how thing were” because YOU LITERALLY LIVE IN THE SAME PLACE. So tell me why I saw things like “You shouldn’t have become an idol”, “I want a written apology” (which you got :))) and get ready for the last one - “kill yourself”. Why, maybe because there is nothing going on in your boring life that you want to take on four people who did nothing against their country and you are going against their freedom as individuals. I love the fact that international fans are more willing to not blindly trust a media’s words, when some literally have it worse in their countries and kfans are ready to throw idols under the bus right away. And by “I love”, i mean I hate this shit. How spineless can you be?

3. Now, here is the deal. They are idols. Therefore yes, I agree with the fact that if they were going to go out and get caught, more or less we live in a world, where they should have expected some backlash, regardless if it��s from dumb haters. However it’s one thing to say “hey that wasn’t right” and it’s another to put them all at the stake, for literally going out with their friends, while breaking none of the regulations of their own country. Seeing the comment on Jaehyun’s insta that promoted suicide, I can’t help, but think about Sulli and Jonghyun, who had such a hard time with managing this “idol image” and constantly being put on a scale or under a microscope for each action, that they made the decision to take away their own life. Is that what you want? It’s easy to sit behind the keyboard and blurt out hate just because you cannot deal with your own issues, but words cut deep, and I don’t know how some people still have the nerve to do these things when we live in 2020 and we have suffered these losses.

4. Lastly I want to say that there are much more important stuff that we should be focusing on, like for example the whole situation with the Nth room being revealed right now, which involves Sex trafficking and exploitation of human rights, and you want to focus of four men having dinner together. I’m not saying that dispatch has anything to do with that case, because I really don’t know that, but this speaks for us as a society. Do we really want to let rapists and sexual predators (Moon Hyun Wook) live their best life with zero criticism and reflection on what they did and prosecute Jungkook, Jaehyun, Mingyu and Eunwoo for doing literally nothing illegal and dangerous, just making a poor decision for their image because of the time we live in? Well, damn.

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I LOVE your "Jason bangs the JL, and also the World" series SO MUCH, seriously. But now I'm also thinking about an AU in which Jason sleeps his way through the JL, the Wayne Board, various Gothamite socialites, etc. just to get Bruce's attention. Bruce is seethingly jealous and VERY bad at hiding it.

Hi there! I’m so glad you like that little verse!

I wrote something for this ask but it… well, it ended up going a much darker direction than anticipated 😬 So I’m going to post up to the point where things take a turn here and maybe add something nicer later, just so we can all pretend that I didn’t ruin this happy, lighthearted verse with angst and horror. But I’ll post the link to the whole thing on Ao3 so everyone interested in the dark ending can enjoy.

We’re also going to just go ahead and call this an AU of the “Jason bangs the JL and all the villains” AU so that that one can remain untainted 🤣

So here you go.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

Darkest Knight - just the good stuff

[Read the whole darker story on Ao3!]

Words: 1110

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None for the following, but check warnings and tags if you follow the link.

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It was already bad enough, knowing about the villains and his colleagues. But then Bruce sees a blurry picture with the unmistakable silhouette Vicki Vale and Jason’s signature jacket in a tabloid.

Still, he tries to stay calm. Tries to examine why he’s so angry about this when no one else seems bothered.

Then he walks into Fox’s office to find Jason sitting on the edge of the desk, Lucius standing between his spread legs.

They’re not doing anything. They’re both fully clothed. But the flirty tilt to Jason’s head and the soft, affectionate smile on Lucius’s lips would have been damning even without Jason’s finger looped between buttons on the older man’s shirt, and Fox’s hand on the younger man’s thigh. Not to mention the way Lucius takes a quick but dignified step back and Jason flushes pink.

His first thought is that maybe Jason is purposefully flaunting it. Shoving Bruce’s face in his exploits just to get under his skin.

But Bruce had come to Fox’s office to let him know his “business meeting” in Norway had ended early and Bruce was back two days ahead of schedule. They couldn’t have known.

After an extremely awkward moment where they all just stare at each other, Bruce turns on his heel and leaves as quickly as he can.

This is ridiculous. He needs to get a hold of himself. Needs to find a way to let this go.

If he were smart, he’d try to encourage the obvious mutual feelings between Jason and the youngest Green Lantern. Try to nudge Jason into something more committed and… norm—healthy.

But something stops him. Something won’t allow him to entertain thoughts of Jason being serious with anyone.

Those feelings and anger boil inside him, getting hotter and hotter at every little hint of Jason’s… relationships. The way Clark can’t seem to look him in the eyes anymore. Jordan’s smug grin. Slade’s and Talia’s and Lex’s pointed jabs.

The way Rayner seems to always just… be there now.

It’s Tim who makes him realize.

“Jesus Christ, Bruce. Stop acting like a jealous ex lover. Jason is an adult and he’s not being taken advantage of. You read the report from Ra’s. You know that.”

Bruce didn’t hear anything after “lover”.

As per his modus operandi, he spends the next couple weeks obsessing over Tim’s words.

Then he plans.

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Batman hides in the shadows, waiting for Jason’s guest to leave, and is unsurprised to find it’s the cocky Green Lantern (not that all of them aren’t cocky. Honestly, Stewart is the only one Bruce even kind of likes).

He doesn’t go in immediately. It takes another hour, give or take, to steal his nerves for what he’s about to do.

When he finally does, Jason’s security is fairly easy to bypass. Like he didn’t even bother to lock things down after Kyle left.

Hovering over Jason’s bed watching him sleep is creepy. Bruce knows that. Especially with the smell of sex somehow still thick in the air.

It does nothing but make that something in him go feral.

But he takes a deep breath, keeping his cool, and steps back. Just in case.

“Jason,” he growls. It’s a low, gravely rumble. Not quite Batman’s voice—he’ll only use that if he has to—but not his normal one either.

The younger man positively leaps out of bed, lights from the city beyond the windows glinting off the curves of his meticulously sharped kris. It’s wielded with obvious skill and comfort, despite being jolted from the middle of a REM cycle.

The light also casts flattering shadows across Jason’s bared form, cutting dark valleys in the dips of his muscles and glistening peaks at the swells. His ebony curls are sleep tousled and sticking up in different directions.

“B?” Jason asks, voice thick and a little slurred with sleep. He straightens out of his fighting stance, eyes narrowed in confusion. Then he tucks the knife back under his pillow and runs his fingers through the streak of white at his forehead.

Bruce can’t stop his own gaze from flicking down or the way he licks his lips.

Even in the darkness, he can see the color bloom across Jason’s face as he realizes he’s fully exposed.

There is no conscious thought to move. Jason reaches for the sheet on the bed and suddenly the room blurs, a surprised yelp rings like sweet music in his ears. And when things clear, Bruce has Jason up against the wall, the younger man’s wrists in a steel grip.

Jason stares at him with wide, bright eyes, breath coming in short, shaky puffs that make his chest heave. Which draws his attention down to the dark metal bars pierced through Jason nipples. He hadn’t even known they were there.

It’s mesmerizing, watching them move slowly up and down.

“Bruce… wh-what are you doing?”

Jason’s voice is soft, breathless. Usually Bruce is good at reading people but he can’t tell if Jason is excited… or scared.

He steps closer, eyes traveling over the warm, scarred skin, connecting the dots from bite mark to hickey to fingerprint.

“I want you stop,” Bruce finally demands. “I want you to call off all your arrangements and dates.”

“And when have I ever cared what you want?” Jason smirks but his body language, the tense line of his shoulders, out his continued discomfort.

Bruce steps closer, takes both of Jason’s wrists in one hand and raises the other to lightly cup Jason’s neck, thumb caressing over the younger man’s chin and inching towards his lips. He feels it when Jason gulps.

“You used to. Once. When you were younger,” he purrs, enjoying the way Jason shivers when his breath wafts over the boy’s face.

“That was a long time ago, Bruce. I was different person. You were a different person. Things have changed. We’re not close anymore and I need—“

“I’ll provide everything you need,” Bruce rumbles. “Whatever you need. Anything you ask for; no questions, no strings. Weapons, intel, cash, Kryponite,” he slots his thigh between Jason’s legs, slides it high to feel the younger man’s cock, making Jason gasp and squirm. “Feeding the hunger the Pit left inside you.”

Jason freezes for a moment, eyes going wide again.

“You-you can’t be serious,” he grumbles and starts wriggling harder. Like he’s making a real effort to get out of Bruce’s hold.

Bruce just tightens his grip; squeezes Jason’s wrists hard enough he can feel the bones grind against his palm. “I am. Very.”

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I tend to ship Lorna with women, and right now I'm kinda into the idea of her and Aurora. I think they'd have a lot in common with each other.

I don’t really know Aurora all too well, so I can’t say how well they would pair at the moment.

What I can say is the current placement and recent treatment of Lorna has me incredibly wary of what relationships she might have.

If she was leading X-Factor, or in a similarly respectful position and getting respectfully used, I think I’d say sure. Let’s go for it with Aurora. Try it out.

The problem is she’s not getting that from Marvel right now. Her placement on X-Factor is as a supporting character for everyone else. Her treatment is as a tool that can be exploited to promote everyone else.

Because of this, there’s a huge risk that Lorna in relationship with Aurora, or Exodus (another suggestion I’ve seen), etc, will lead to Lorna being further misused in the relationship to benefit the other character. We’ve seen way too much of this already across decades in her dynamic with Havok (the only character Marvel’s given her permission to date for the past 52 years). We have to be careful not to see a repeat of that toxicity.

There are a few reasons Jean and Emma are safer for Lorna right now. One, they already have histories to build off of. That’s my primary reason for interest. Two, being with Jean or Emma (or heck, why not both?) would at least raise Lorna’s profile a bit more. Three, since it would be higher profile, missteps are more likely to be noticed, called out, and maybe corrected.

I’ve also seen some Lorna fans say she shouldn’t be in any relationships right now. Stick to understanding the character and building her up on her own before trying any relationships. I think that makes sense too.

One more thing I can say is that regardless of where Lorna is placed or how she’s treated, I don’t think she should be in romantic/sexual relationships with the kids of her peers. By peers, I mean characters like Jean and Wolverine, and by kids of peers I mean characters like Rachel and Daken. It’s an odd dynamic to start with, like having sex with the son of your best friend from high school. But even beyond that, I think such relationships would encourage Marvel to treat Lorna like she’s “beneath” her peers and shouldn’t be considered a peer to them. In turn leading to her 52 year history as the second woman to join the X-Men further undermined. The problem is already bad enough as is. Doesn’t need relationships like that making it worse.

So in sum, repeating that at the moment I don’t really know how well Lorna x Aurora would go, but I’d be wary of it given recent Marvel treatment of Lorna. I’d probably only really open up to it if Marvel started treating Lorna much better than they are now.

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Ok, so I was rewatching the first Chronicles of Narnia movie the other night and, because I’m a pervert, I had a thought. In the last few minutes of the movie, we flash forward to when Penvensies are aged somewhere between 20-30 (for argument’s sake I’m going to say that they’ve spent 20 years in Narnia). And being in that age range myself, I came to a startling headcannon: the Penvensies have all had sex with each other.

Now, before everyone loses it on me for being so perverse about a beloved children’s story, let me explain and defend myself. First, this is going strictly off the movie; so if things differ in the book, I apologize as I’ve yet to read the Narnia series. Second, yes I realize that this a kinky headcannon to adopt, but as I said, I’m a pervert, and this is the internet, and I don’t need to explain myself to anyone. Thirdly, if someone’s already said this, I apologize for repeating your thread/points but I’m too lazy and too new to Tumblr to look for it.

So here's how it all plays out. As the oldest, Peter is the first to lose his virginity a couple years after defeating the White Witch to a mermaid in a hidden cave beneath the castle. He returns every so often until he's caught by Lucy one night as she sneaks away for an evening with Mr. Tumnus (more on that later). Peter awkwardly explains himself, but Lucy says that she's happy so long as he and the mermaid are both happy. Next is Susan who, after a long journey to some remote part of Narnia, becomes overcome by her hormones and practically attacks Oreius (the lead centaur). Both are embarrassed the next day and are thankful it's just the two of them on this trip, although they're to awkward to talk for the rest of the journey. This happens around the same time that Lucy catches Peter, and Edmund is just left wondering why everyone is always flushed with embarrassment for the next few months. Next is Lucy, who on her eighteenth birthday, declares her love to Mr. Tumnus in secret during the party that the others are throwing for her. As they've been dating since the beginning in all but name, Mr. T says he loves Lucy too and the two retire to her chambers to consummate their love. Last is Edmund, and this is where thinks get perverse/kinky. During a celebration (let's say it's the tenth anniversary of the White Witch's defeat and about halfway through their time in Narnia), the four get very drunk in the revelry. But while Lucy and Peter pass out in the equivalent of like 12:30-1 am, Susan and Edmund stay up and end up playing a sloppy version of Truth or Dare (which is really just them taking swigs from the bottles they're holding and confessing things to each other). Eventually Edmund confesses to missing their parents and how much like their mother he thinks Susan looks. Having always thought her mother was very pretty, Susan tries to thank Edmund for the compliment with a kiss to his cheek, but is too drunk and ends up kissing his mouth instead. There's a lot of screaming the next morning as the middle siblings find themselves in bed together, with clear evidence that yes they did have sex.

This is when the pact is made. After calming down enough to call their siblings to a closed door meeting (they long ago agreed that no secrets was a policy to live and rule by), Susan and Edmund explain. It's in this meeting that everyone comes clean about their past exploits, and even though it takes all day and much of the night, they come to an agreement: that even though they know that it's wrong, since they're the only humans in Narnia, should the need to relieve themselves arise, they can go to any of the other three and ask for help and NOBODY EVER FINDS OUT. They also agree that to decrease the chances of that happening, they should take on lovers from the native population, and that they can't judge each other's choices in paramours.

This arrangement lasts for about a year or so, before another reason to celebrate rolls around (let's say Aslan is back). And like the year before, the kings and queens get a little too drunk, and before they know it, another round of Drunk Confessions begins. As the conversation drifts to comparing various paramours prowess and attributes, the siblings become clearly aroused. Surprising everyone (even though it was her idea), Susan drops to her knees in front of Edmund, whips his dick out and stuffs it in her mouth to the root. When she comes up for air she says that she's been fighting the temptation to take him to bed since that night so she could remember what it was like fucking her brother. After a few seconds of sloppy blowjob, Lucy joins her sister in kneeling before Edmund. It's here that they learn that sweet, innocent Lucy isn't that at all: as she starts to talk dirty and encouraging her sister to suck Edmund dry as she also fondles Susan tits and pulls them out of her dress while also teasing Edmund about blowing his load all over Susan's titties. It's at this point that Peter pulls down his pants and Lucy's dress up and rams his aching cock into her tight pussy, causing her to squeal in delight. Seeing their siblings fucking, Susan decides to hop on Edmund as the siblings fuck each other to sleep.

The next morning, they all acknowledge last night was great and that they should try it again when they're sober for once. So they do, and they have an orgy between the four of them. Every combo you can think of happens: S/E, S/P, S/L, S/E/P, P/S/L, L/E, L/P, L/P/E, E/L/S, E/P. Favourite positions are tried with each partner, everyone gets ass and face fucked, and kinks are explored (Susan wants to be dominated, Edmund is all about the incest angle, Lucy is just a slut up for anything, and Peter just really loves anal). This continues for the rest of their reign, and while full family orgies happen once or twice a month, there doesn't seem to be a night where one sibling is sleeping with another or two. They also keep up their extra-familial relationships, each having a native Narnian or two that the can call upon if they ever wish to have some more beastly sex. Lucy is the first to combine the two when she invites Susan to join her and Mr. Tumnus on her (Lucy's) next birthday. After that, they all start having threesomes with a sibling and a Narnian, making sure that everyone is sworn to secrecy by pain of death if they ever tell anyone.

Finally, we come to the end of their rule, as they chase a white deer through the woods. It's only after falling back into the real world and their child selves that they realize that they can never be with each other again. No one likes this decision, but they all agree that it's for the best; the original pact was made because they were the only humans around, and now there in a world full of them. But even as they all agree, they all secretly hope that they find an opportunity to in the future to relive the last ten years

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redbeardace · 5 years

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Asexuality Activism Report Card

[This post is a submission for the October Carnival of Aces, hosted by @asexualawarenessweek, on the theme “Reaching In, Reaching Out”]

Every year around Ace Week, I tend to give encouragement and suggestions about the type of outreach or activism we can do. This year, I’m going to do things a little different and instead give a report card on where I think we are in terms of various kinds of activism/outreach/visibility.

These are solely my opinions and my categories and are based on my experiences and not any kind of exhaustive research or survey. Please feel free to provide your own grades and suggest other areas I might have missed. I also want to note that these grades are not an indictment or attack on any particular group, person, or project. If you’re working on any of these things, you’re part of the solution and your work will make these grades improve over time, so keep at it!

And if you’re doing any of these things, please plug your projects, so people will know about them!

Intra Community - A

We focus an awful lot of energy inward, and that’s a good thing. Extending a helping hand, providing resources, hosting chatrooms, making podcasts, organizing meetup groups, writing lengthy blog posts, hosting conferences and unconferences, selling t-shirts... We’re doing a pretty good job supporting each other from the inside.

Queer Community - B

There are quite a few mainstream LGBTQ groups who openly support us. We often hold our meetups at the queer community center in town. Many aces are involved with LGBTQ organizations. There’s an ace group who goes to Creating Change every year. We’re an obligatory part of many organizations’ Pride messaging. Lots of groups now deliberately use the “LGBTQIA” variant of The Acronym, and make it clear that “A” isn’t for “Allies”. The ace group in the NYC Pride Parade this year (likely the biggest pride parade ever) was deliberately selected to be the 10th contingent, which is a huge deal because the parade was literally 12 hours long.

There are obviously challenges. The uninformed who don’t understand why we’re at the table. The deliberate trolls who relentlessly hound us online. But those people will become irrelevant over time.

Unfortunately, this year marked the first time where I saw Rainbow Capitalism set its sights on us. (With a big name ace group complicit in the exploitation...) So that’s not good.

Everyone Else - D

We are not doing well in this area. There are a few people out there who have heard of asexuality, but not many. Most people use the word wrong or as the insulting punchline to a joke. There isn’t a single household name who has come out as asexual and put themselves out there as an advocate. It’s better than it was 8 years ago, but we’re still mostly invisible.

I don’t really have any suggestions here (except that if you’re famous and asexual, COME OUT), because most of the suggestions I’d have are covered in the other areas.

Direct Outreach - F

By “Direct Outreach”, I’m referring to deliberately trying to find people who are asexual but who are unfamiliar with the term or that do not recognize that they’re asexual for whatever reason. It’s sort of a subset of a lot of these other groups. (And it could probably use a better name...)

I’m calling this out explicitly, because I think this can have the most impact, if we can figure out effective ways of doing it, and I don’t think anyone’s really doing this. (I sort of tried, but it didn’t really work out...) Basically, it would be able getting information about asexuality in front of the people who need it. Taking over the search results for “Why don’t I want sex?”. Writing articles about how some guys just don’t care about that sort of thing for a men’s magazine. Maybe even a direct person to person conversation with that friend who never seems to date. I don’t know, exactly. If I knew, I’d be doing it. But I think it needs to be done.

Fiction Media - C+

There are books with ace characters now! Pretty much entirely YA, though. And either a love story focused on the asexual character being asexual, or where asexuality is a tangential inclusion token with no real value.

There are TV shows with positive ace characters now! Huge step forward from lows of Better Half! Three shows, in fact!. Two of which have been canceled, and the third of which is about to have its final season. And none of which are anywhere close to the popularity of House. And none of which are anywhere close to the popularity of another show which completely erased a main character’s canon asexuality.

There are movies with ace char- Oh no, no there aren’t. Never mind. Same with video games.

While some strides have been made, and having productions actively consulting with groups like Ace LA is a huge step forward, we’re still largely living an area of headcanons and unverified conjecture and Word Of God retcons. There’s so much more than can be done.

Most importantly, we shouldn’t fawn over and praise any little scrap of hope. Demand better.

If you’re in a position to make things, make them. If you’re in a position to influence things to be made, influence them. If you’re in a position to boost content that is made, boost it.

Non-Fiction Media - C-

There are starting to be articles about asexuality that go beyond the typical sensational “There are some people who claim to be asexual, can you believe that, isn’t that SO STRANGE” or the blandly informational 101 interview featuring a picture of sad grey people in bed. Not many, but they’re there. But, at the same time, there are blazingly dismissive assholes hiding behind Ph.Ds, writing things like “’demisexual,’ an unnecessary new substitute for the word ‘human’ ” in articles that are published in 20-fucking-19.

There are a number of podcasts and YouTube videos talking about asexuality, but I don’t know how much reach they have outside of the ace community.

There’s one documentary that hasn’t aged well and I think has been removed from most streaming services, and another that hasn’t been released yet and is phenomenal and you should all see it. So that... Two documentaries.

Taking a quick look on Amazon, there are about seven books of substance on asexuality. Three are academic queer theory textbooks with a very specific audience. Two are self-published. One is a weird collection of essays, half of which have little to do with asexuality at all, written by someone who isn’t ace and who didn’t seem to bother even talking to aces for much of the book. That leaves one book about asexuality for a general audience written by an asexual that had a real publishing run. Just one.

Same with the fiction media, don’t go around hyping any article that mentions asexuality. Some of them are REALLY REALLY BAD. There was one a few months ago that said in an infographic that “Girls working part time have a 33% chance of becoming asexual”, yet it was being uncritically passed around by some high profile aces.

So, y’know, Cs get Degrees or whatever, but we can do soooo much better in this area. Someone go write a book about asexual dating. Someone go write a book about asexual history. Go. Do. Now.

Education/Schools - D

Well, it seems like it’s getting at least mentioned occasionally, and groups like Asexual Outreach have put some work towards this. But we’re still left out of sex ed in most places, and when we are included, the information can be confused, inaccurate, or even ridiculed by the instructor. Tackling this area will, over time, help out every other area on this list, because the next generations will all know and understand what asexuality is, and we won’t have to start from zero in order to get anything done.

Political/Legal - F

Earlier this year, I did a cursory review of anti-discrimination laws as they pertain to asexuality. Where asexuality was protected, it was often by accident. Only one state explicitly mentioned asexual people. Many states which did have strong LGBT anti-discrimination protections have defined “sexual orientation” in such a way to exclude asexuality. Even the “Equality Act” that the Democrats have made a lot of noise about this year has that narrow definition.

We need to start making connections with politicians and political groups, and we need to start leveraging our connections with queer organizations to get them to push for better language in these laws. (Many of the non-discrimination laws were deficient or bizarre in multiple ways, so we’d all be better off with improvements.)

And I should note that it’s an F--- as far as protections for aromantics…

Health Care - D+

Well, we managed to get parts of the DSM-V rewritten. But even those parts are less than ideal. There are some therapists and doctors who are well versed in asexuality, and others who, as I mentioned above, hide behind their Ph.Ds writing horrible things and going unchecked. There’s a raft of sex pills with marketing that explicitly targets people who are probably asexual but don’t know it yet, trying to sell them worthless junk that will make them suddenly black out randomly or permanently change the color of their skin. We’re still not an option on the clipboard the doctor hands you to fill out. We’re still forced to take unnecessary and invasive tests for no practical reason.

I think we need to be showing up at health care conferences. We need to be reaching out to local providers. We need to be telling people how they should be treating us, instead of letting them fumble around and hopefully get it right on their own.

#asexual #asexuality #carnival of aces #asexual visibility #ace week #asexual awareness week #ace report card

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i am posting this here because i am tired of burdening my boyfriend with my feelings. this is a little nsfw. and this is my call for help. i dont know who to talk to anymore about this.

i need someone to hear what i feel

or at least, a free space to say what i feel

im in a low place. i feel so awful about myself and my body and i hate this feeling. i hate that this time last year, i was so happy about the way i looked. i was working this awful job that had me so overworked and overtired and poorly treated that i skipped meals and slept through meals regularly... i lost so much weight from stress in just a year and was the skinniest i had ever been. mentally, i was not in a good place being exploited by my managers... but my self esteem re: my body was at a new level i never knew could exist for me.

last year, i felt powerful and confident about my body, and i expressed that through sexuality. i was fucking my ex that i still liked (i grew out of wanting him back, but he never did, and it was nice to have the upper hand). i was also fucking an old fwb that i stayed friends with, that was also recently single, so we reunited again at the perfect time. i was also seeing this one guy (now my boyfriend) so if ever i got tired of the sex i at least was able to calm down and settle down with someone who genuinely wanted to know me. of course, i ended up catching feelings for this guy, and cut off the other two to pursue something more serious (we are now dating and are moving in together next month!) anyways, it was so nice to be wanted. to feel... i guess sexy? sex is empowering. and it shouldn’t be taboo to say that as a woman, or anyone really. i dont want to give off the message that a woman’s validation is fueled by men’s desire - but hey, don’t you feel flattered when someone thinks you’re attractive? desire and lust aren’t everything... but they matter. and they have an impact on how you feel about yourself, whether or not you believe me when i say that is up to you.

and i hate that i would gladly put myself through the stress that i did just to feel happy about my body. before the summer ended, i finally had enough and i quit my shitty job. i was jobless for a month, but was able to enjoy the rest of the summer with my new ‘skinny’ body - last year i took my first bikini picture ... a 2 piece! i have never done that. i still think about how happy i was that summer to look and feel good about myself.

i have struggled with self esteem issues since highschool. i always felt like i was too big. i used to follow all these blogs of pretty people and try to copy their poses to feel pretty and i used to spend hours after school trying on short dresses and clothes to stare at my body in the mirror. i used to starve myself to the point of literally wanting to faint on the daily, until finally i admitted it to one of my teachers. she respectfully asked if i wanted to speak with the school guidance counsellor, and i declined. but she encouraged me to speak up to at least a friend, so i did, and it helped, and for a long time, i was okay. after i graduated that teacher still checked up on me for a few years every now and again.

4th year university was when i realized how much i had let myself go. i was the heaviest i had ever been, it was my graduating year, i was looking for a job and was always worried about my grades. every time i was stressed or every time i needed to study i bought pad thai and bubble tea. a ritual. i didnt realize how much that had caught up to me until i saw old pictures of myself. at this point, i started my (shitty) job, straight out of graduation.

i actively avoided scales, i didn’t like looking at the number because it just made me upset. and i already felt upset looking in the mirror, i didn’t need something else to make me upset. but i did. and i was 20 pounds heavier than i was in highschool - the heaviest i had ever been.

i cried.

i didnt do much about it. i was too busy. my first job out of uni was a brand new daycare and i was head teacher of a toddler class - also i was the only staff on floor since there were not as many kids. there was nobody to train me, at all. i had to teach myself everything. i had no time.

a little while before starting the job, i met this guy. he was so hot, but such a dick - we had a “thing” but it was so toxic. he started off interested in me, but i turned him down. his attitude changed and he started being a douche, but we became friends because we were seeing each other so often. i didn’t have a car yet. he was driving me everywhere. he lived 5 minutes away. he was the type of friend that would text me “im outside, lets go out”. we hung out as friends at first, we would have “study dates”, until we started hooking up. we acted like a thing but he denied we were ever one - but got mad at me whenever i tried to look elsewhere. but i guess in that time, it was nice to be wanted, especially by someone so attractive.

but again, a year in that shithole job went by fast. i would stay late after work. i would come in on weekends. i was expected to not only help new kids transition, but train new partners. and given that my supers refused to support me, i watched a lot of people quit due to pressure. i had to keep retraining. and kids kept coming. that never stopped. i can honestly say my class wasn’t settled until december, and i started in september. everyday it was ‘its fine, it will get better’.

a year in that shithole, with 0 support, and i lost all the weight i gained - and more. i was the skinniest i had ever been. even in highschool. i looked at old pictures of myself from when i started the job at my heaviest. i couldnt believe that was me. and i was so happy looking at myself in the mirror. for once!

after i quit that job, i started another job that i hoped would be a happy ending.

and it wasn’t. it stressed me out just as much. i also moved out by this point, a month after i started this job. my hours are whack. 7-9, 11:30-6. i woke up early and got home late. i never had free time. my last shift at my old job was 7-3:30 and i had the whole day to myself. im someone that needs social interaction and alone time, and by the time i got home i was so tired, i would just cook, clean, shower, and go to bed. and that was my life. sometimes i would get so tired that i couldn’t cook, i just went and ate out. i tried to make personal time with my friends after work but by the time i reached their house, it was late, and places were closed. and id have to leave early anyways because i had work early the next day... so fast food was the only way to make this work. on top of this, this was the most difficult class that i had ever had. the kids behaviours’ were so difficult and i couldn’t handle it. i would cry in my car 3x a week. i would cry 4 minutes before my shift starts in the washroom and walk out and pretend i was okay. i would have my boyfriend come over as much as i could just so i could cry in his arms. i couldnt leave this job because i had just moved out and having a consistent rent payment was a huge responsibility for me. as well, if you know anything about ECEs in canada, just know we make shit pay. but this job pays me better than most ECE jobs... by a landslide. AND gives me benefits, which is so hard to find. i am still at this job - i was at my breaking point at the time covid started, so i was rejoicing when we closed for covid. i havent worked since march, but i needed that time off so desperately.

with that being said, i gained the weight back.

not everything, but i definitely could tell i was packing on some pounds.

cue covid.

i havent worked since march. i fell back into a lazy routine of ordering fast food. lying in bed. resting. just enjoying NOT dealing with my difficult class.

but i gained it all back. and i think im back at my heaviest weight. i picked up all my summer clothes from last year from my moms... half of them dont fit me. my favourite pair of shorts won’t close. i just sat and cried in a mess of clothes on my floor in front of the mirror. this was last week.

im trying to tell myself, ‘you’re in the middle of a global pandemic, go easy on yourself’... but do you know what it’s like to finally get what you’re chasing, and have it be taken away from you? i finally had a taste of what it was like to look AND feel good about myself. something ive wanted since i was a teenager...and it’s gone. it’s my fault and i accept that, so please don’t tell me i did this to myself. i know i did. but i can still be upset about it. i look in the mirror and i try to suck my stomach in and pretend nothing changed but its not the same. i see old pictures of myself, especially that bikini pic. ironically, i captioned it “i will never have the confidence to take a bikini pic again”... and here we are. i look at the clothes i wore last year and remember how fucking good i felt wearing them. i try putting them back on and seeing my stomach bulging and my arms looking fat and my love handles, something i didn’t see last year. and i just take them off and opt to wear something frumpier that doesnt hug my figure.

i try to tell people about how i feel but i cant take those ‘love yourself and all your flaws’ campaigns seriously. i dont think i can listen to another ‘you have to just keep faking it until you make it and if u just tell urself ur beautiful u will feel beautiful!’

because if you’re me, you know you cant kid yourself. if you’re me you can’t ‘love every flaw’. you fixate on them. and you let them define you. and if youre me, flaws are all you see.

i hate myself for getting back to this point.

i have a very supportive boyfriend that knows about all this, who is trying to actively get me to go on runs with him. we are trying to go for walks more and be out and about. he reminds me of little things, like if we are getting bubbletea he will suggest i go with less sugar. he is trying, we are trying. and i appreciate him so much.

today i complained in my car about this to my boyfriend, again. for the millionth time. and he still was supportive. but i just feel like i cant keep doing this to him. he said something today, which i think was him trying to give me a reality check to show me that i cant just wish i could starve myself and overwork myself to lose weight and call it a day... but it stung. he said “i don’t want to be with someone that’s not healthy. i have standards too” and i realized then he deserves so much better than to fucking babysit my complaining ass. i am 24. and i shouldnt be putting this on him. he is an adult with problems just as real as mine and i shouldnt be burdening him with this anymore.

im scared to talk to him about how that comment made me feel, because he’s so right, and he has every right to leave me. i would honestly. the amount that i worry and fixate on all my flaws and complain and have crying breakdowns about this is not fucking normal. and it shouldnt be his problem. i just want him to be with someone that doesnt give him this baggage. he met me in my ‘prime’ days when i just started getting my skinny body last year. when we finally started dating, we were super sexually active. and i mean, having sex like 15 times a week. im not kidding. now we havent had sex in almost an entire month. i dont feel sexy anymore and its impacting my sex drive.. he tries to start it with me and i just can’t because i feel like he is probably repulsed by my body. this is a huge huge huge problem, seeing as sex was a huge part of our relationship (we are very emotionally in tune with one another, but sex was a great addon because we both love it so much). i hate the way i look without clothes on. i cant bring myself to do it because it makes me feel like shit about myself.

but we are moving in together next month. and that is a huge step. and i am worried that i will never change, and he’s going to feel like he’s stuck with me because he’s moving 40 minutes away from his hometown to live with me. i almost want us to break up so he can be with someone with less baggage but i also love him and i want to be better for him and for us.

someone please help me.

#help #lol

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Daybreak Academy: Chapter 58

Baby Steps

Summary: In which Skuld encourages Ephemer to ask Anora out. Word Count: 1,272 First | Previous | Next ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆

Ephemer was mortified. As he paced through the halls to find Skuld, he was almost certain that this was the year he would stop being friends with her. First she had to up and poison herself, making him more wary of what she was doing. Then she made him wary of himself and his feelings for Anora. And now, now, she had forgotten to tell him something very important that she likely should have mentioned before he walked into health class this morning.

Finally, after far too long, Ephemer found Skuld in the home economics kitchen. She was perfectly minding her own business- mixing something in a bowl that was starting to look like bread dough.

“Why didn't you tell me that seventh year health starts with sex ed?!”

Skuld barely looked up at the beet red Ephemer as she said, “I thought you knew. You had my notes.”

But Ephemer only shook his head in reply. Even with a quick side glance, Skuld could tell that his face was burning an even deeper red.

“What's wrong with you?” she finally asked him. “It's not like they ask you to watch naughty movies or anything. Some of those tapes still have VHS tracking on them.”

“Try telling my lame imagination that.”

Hearing this, Skuld paused. She turned to Ephemer and gave him a good, hard look. When it finally clicked, Skuld let out a laugh so loud and unflattering that Ephemer nearly punched her.

“You...” she choked through her laughter. “You were actually fantasying about…? With that crud?! Good Ub Iwerks, Ephemer, that's-!”

“I'm well aware of the situation.” he deadpanned. “Thank you, Little Miss Peanut Gallery.”

Skuld only continued to laugh. She was starting to wheeze as her face turned red- she had to step away from her mixing bowl for a moment just to try to catch her breath. Ephemer waited, impatiently, for her to finish.

She laughed for a full five minutes before regaining her senses. It wasn't without a little chortle here and there, but she was definitely coming off of her amusement. When she finally calmed down, she looked at Ephemer and put on a light smile.

“Do you remember when we dated?” she asked him- her voice still bubbly from her laughter. “It only lasted for three months, but do you still remember it?”

Ephemer flinched. “Yeah.” he admitted. “I was the one who broke it off.”

“When you were the one who insisted we get together in the first place.” Skuld agreed before turning her attention back to her mixing bowl. “We did a lot together back then; going to the movies, walking through town, just spending time together...”

The young man looked back at his friend with a nose scrunched in distaste. Did she have a point to this? He really hoped she had a point to all this. Otherwise, she was only reminding him of how badly he had actually treated her. She was just laughing at him not a minute before- so why stop at that?

“I didn't think about it much then,” she went on, “But I realized something; you still only saw me as a friend.”

For a moment, Ephemer gave an absent blink and let out a confused, “Huh?” despite knowing now that she was right. He came to the realization when they were dating, after all; it was the excuse he gave when they broke up. A classic 'it's not you, it's me' kinda deal. For the longest time, if Ephemer cared about such things, he would have called himself asexual. Might still have called himself that, but now bordering on demisexual instead. It was a sliding scale, honestly.

Skuld gave a small tilt of her head. She stirred the dough as if she was lost in another thought.

“When you look at Anora, it's different. There's just… something about you that changes. You see her more than just a friend. I know it sounds absurd, but I can feel it. You never looked at me the way you look at her. It never felt like there was something more between us. We were just… friends. Friends who put a label on their relationship because it was expected of them; not because something was there. But then you look at Anora, and you look like it's your first time seeing the sunset. You mention her or even breathe her name, you get this big, dumb grin on your face.”

Ephemer's face started to pale. “Is it really that obvious?”

“To everyone but Anora, apparently.” Skuld agreed with a chuckle. “But she's never really shown an interest anyone yet, has she? She didn't even bat an eyelash at Brain during the formal. Even I was taken aback at seeing that guy in a suit. Sometimes I still think about it during the Dandelion meetings. It's a blessing that he's pretty chill about all the girls that fawn over him. Can you imagine the amount of power you could exploit if you were actually aware of your own charm?”

“I can only imagine.” Ephemer grumbled as he folded his arms in front of his chest. “Do have a point, Skuld? Or is your brain scrambled from getting back to schoolwork again? I'm kinda in crisis mode here, if you haven't noticed.”

Skuld only offered a small snort. She instead started to dust some flour onto a sheet of parchment paper and carelessly plopped her dough in the center.

“Didn't we already have this talk?” she curiously asked him. “You know all of this. The only one holding you back is you. If you just keep waiting, then someone is going to step in.”

“Skuld,” the young man huffed, “I still don't see your point.”

Sighing, Skuld didn't look at her friend as she told him, “I guess what I'm getting at is this; tell her.”

“Tell her what, exactly?” Ephemer then asked, choosing to be angry. “Oh hey Anora, since summer vacation I've been thinking about making out with you, wanna try it? Maybe we can even take each other's clothes off and do the things that make adults really mad!”

To his annoyance, Skuld only laughed.

“That's not what I meant, you idiot.” she snorted. As she started to knead the dough, she even added, “And you know it.”

Desperate, Ephemer tried to find some mean thing to say to her. But he couldn't. He did know what she meant, and he hated all the implications that came with it.

“Skuld,” Ephemer finally admitted, “I'm scared.”

“I'm not surprised.” came the rather callous answer. Skuld then looked up at him, placing her wrist (since her hand was covered in flour) against her chest. “May your heart be your guiding key.”

Unconsciously, Ephemer mirrored the gesture. He looked down at his own hand, clenched his fist slightly, then murmured under his breath, “May my heart be my guiding key...”

There was always something so comforting about that phrase. To him, at least. Even now it helped keep him slightly level headed about the whole ordeal. It didn't wash away all of his fear, however. That was when he finally asked the question that had been bugging him this entire time;

“But what if she doesn't feel the same way?”

“You won't know until you tell her.” Skuld insisted, moving to wash her hands off. When she came back, she placed in her hands into Ephemer's and smiled at him.

“You're always there for me, so now it's my time to be there for you.” She squeezed his hands tight before telling him, in a very excited whisper, “Go get her.”

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. Bonus #2: The E! True HollyWood Story

Rewrite Masterlist

My work is not to be reposted and/or edited without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging is fine and encouraged!!)

Chapter Summary: E! News has made a documentary on you, following Shannen's. Although it may seem like the full story, remember-- media is still media and there's still things that need to be uncovered. Italics are the narration.

Warnings: mentions of drugs, addiction, sex, adultery, divorce, rumors, tabloids.

Word count: 2,500

A/N: Like the other bonus chapter, this isn't necessary for the rewrite itself, but will supply background knowledge for the reboot! Hope you guys enjoy :)

July 19th, 2008. E! True Hollywood Stories.

America's sweetheart. The girl who played with fire. An old interview of yours pops up on screen, from when you were promoting season 4 on 90210.

"Shannen's a lot more... headstrong than I am, for sure. She gets me in trouble from time to time," you laugh. Y/N Perry. She blew audiences away with her portrayal of Y/N Y/L/N on Beverly Hills, 90210. But she wasn't always the wholesome 90's starlet.

Jason Priestley, "Y/N was one of my best friends. I've never met anyone with a bigger heart." Her romantic and musical exploits made her a tabloid heavyweight. But her friendship with notorious bad girl Shannen Doherty was what made her a target. This is the story of Y/N Perry. The E! True Hollywood Story.

Y/N wasn't always the romantic we knew her to be, but that charming sparkle in her eye quickly became a trademark for her.

June 20th, 1972, Y/N was welcomed to James and Carol Clark's upper-class home.

A man, Kevin McLaren comes on screen with the title "Entertainment Journalist." He speaks, "Y/N was born into a catholic family in Columbus, Ohio, and they had her working in commercials by the time she was eight." Her family then located to Encino, California. From there she joined a Children's drama group where a talent agent immediately took notice. Not long after, she was introduced to TV star, Tom Selleck.

Mary Murphy, senior editor of TV guide, "Selleck sort of... discovered her. Her teacher at the theater group introduced them and he seemed to see something in her. He was her mentor, she really looked up to him. He even got her her first major acting job." She had a 3 year stint on Magnum P.I. as Carol Baldwin's spunky and outspoken niece. She later won the role of Diane Court in the 1989 classic Say Anything, opposite John Cusack which was what began her lift to stardom. The buzz from the romantic comedy hit veteran TV producer Aaron Spelling, who was currently auditioning actors for a new series.

Aaron Spelling, 1993, "We went through hell with casting. It took weeks to pick everyone out. Then, Tori came to me one night talking to me about the lead girl in Say Anything, Y/N Clark. She was telling me "She's perfect, you have to hire her." and I told her uh, we'll see." That show was Beverly Hills, 90210. And in February of 1990, Y/N landed the part of Y/N Y/L/N. But she had originally gone for a different part.

You, an Arsenio interview in 1995, "I was called in to read for Brenda at the beginning, Y/N Y/L/N didn't exist. I didn't get the part obviously, and I was totally crushed. But then a few weeka later my agent called me to let me know that they had written a new character, and they wanted me to play the part. This was after they had filmed the two part pilot, which was why I'm in the second episode." The cast included several unknown actors, including Spelling's daughter Tori, Jennie Garth, Ian Ziering, Luke Perry, Jason Priestley, and established actress and Y/N's soon-to-be best friend, Shannen Doherty. The cast bonded immediately. And while Y/N would continue to become closer with the entire cast, she was instant best friends with Doherty, both of them bonding over their similar family lives and careers.

On October 4th, 1990, Beverly Hills 90210 premiered on the fledgling Fox network. The series clicked immediately with teen audiences, and so did the hot young cast. 17 year old Y/N Clark was center stage. She was a magnet for paparazzi, but she didn't understand how wanted she truly was until leaving a night club with Tori Spelling and Shannen Doherty one night, when they were immediately surrounded. The night was heavily publicized-- magazine covers and gossip columns.

You, 1992 at the red carpet with Tori and Shannen for the MTV Video Music Awards, "Just don't believe everything you read, tabloids are nasty and they only want to twist the truth and bring out the worst in people. They'll dig anywhere they can to get something that shows in the worst light possible." 90210 was becoming the most famous zip code in the country. You, 1992, sitting down for a casual interview on Howard Stern, "I don't think anyone expected the show to take off like it did. No one is quite used to it yet, at least I'm definitely not. On one hand, the attention is flattering and I'm grateful for all the love, but on the other... it's definitely a little scary." 90210 originally centered around the Walsh Family as they tackled their new surroundings. But as the show carried on, it turned into an ensemble show.

Mary Murphy, "They all had different opinions about the switch. Shannen was definitely happier when every episode was going to be about Brandon, Brenda, and Y/N. She didn't like the shift in attention at all, and she wasn't afraid to speak her mind. Y/N, though, wanted to keep to herself and was willing to go where the show took her, wherever that was." During the very beginning of the first season, Clark would become infatuated with castmate Luke Perry, but he immediately rejected her, due to her being barely 18 at the time. Things heated up later for her though, when she and Jason Priestley began dating near the end of filming the first season.

Tori Spelling, for the documentary, "Y/N and Jason were so crazy about each other. It was so sweet. If you ever look at behind the scenes stuff from the show, they're all over each other. I think their chemistry really translates on screen, and that's what made Y/N and Brandon so great."

You, the Today Show, "Our relationship was so wholesome. I was so in love with him. I had been eighteen for a while and he'd just turned 20 or 21, we were total babies back then!"

Jason, "I remember the night we got together. She'd been flirting with uh, Brian-- Brian Austin Green the entire night, it was a cast Christmas party and I was grumpy, unbelievably grumpy. And I couldn't figure out why. Ian Ziering had to pretty much spell it out for me because everyone else knew why and they were pretty fed up. I was head over heels for her from the start."

They would continue to date for almost five years. But romancing Priestley and befriending Doherty would prove to be an unlucky combination for her.

Joe E. Tata, 2001, "When the tabloids got ahold of her and Jason, they had a field day. They followed them on dates, to clubs. Everywhere." Shannen and Y/N continued to fuel the fire with non-stop partying and clubbing.

Kevin McLaren, entertainment journalist, "After working non-stop since she was a child and being 21 and newly exposed to things like drugs, alcohol, sexual freedom, she certainly fell prey to it all." 1993 was just on the horizon. But little did she know it would become her most dramatic year yet.

Charles Rosin, producer of 90210, "We do know, during 90210, when there was a lot of coverage on the tabloids that we had people in our own crew spreading stories and feeding them information."

Jason Priestley, 2001, "It was horrible. We felt so violated. I remember Y/N/N being absolutely destroyed. And that made me feel awful, because there was nothing I could do, nothing she could do. We had to sit there and take it all."

Clark would continue to be slammed with press, her partying habits only elevating as the tabloids became more and more vicious. Rumors of her being pregnant with other castmates babies, cheating on Jason Priestley, sex tapes, and an oxycodone addiction.

You, filming an MTV interview, 1998, "Media loves to make you and break you. They build you up, and they tear you down twice as hard. It's... ridiculous. But it comes with the job description, I guess. For a while I just felt like I couldn't do anything right." Her frequent club nights came to a crashing halt, as Jason Priestley became fed up with it, and managers and agents became worried of her further tarnishing of her good girl image.

Jennie Garth, "Her and Jason were a real fireball together. Jason adored her, so when he saw her start to spin out of control he gave her an ultimatum. Either she settles down and stays away from the party scene, or he leaves. She was crazy in love with him, so she had no other choice." But her image and her drama didn't stop her from bonding closely with yet another co-worker. Luke Perry. Despite being rejected early on, Y/N maintained a friendly close relationship with Luke and as those two became closer, so did their characters.

Heidi Parker, Playboy, "Y/N, Jason, and Luke were very close. Although Y/N got along with everyone, those boys loved her, and she loved them. It was a really strong, intimate friendship. Despite Jason and Y/N being in love, that didn't stop people from insisting Luke and Y/N were seeing each other. I mean, when you saw them on screen, it was completely electric and everyone caught wind of that. It spawned some awful rumors. This girl hadn't done a thing to anyone, but her mere association with Doherty was what dragged her in to begin with. Y/N was known for being a total sweetheart on set, yet she was still getting pummeled. It got out of control. Everyone who knew her loved her and everyone who read about her hated her."

At the end of 1996, Jason and Y/N parted ways. After almost 5 years of dating, Y/N moved out of their shared condo and into a Beverly Hills apartment with Tori Spelling.

Jill Ishkanian, US Weekly, "Everyone was surprised when they split. They had talked marriage, they had talked kids. But she left him after they had gotten in a fight about Shannen. Jason did not want Shannen around as often as she was and Y/N wasn't willing to let Shannen go that easily. She was Shannen's main support system, especially with all of her relationship struggles. Two failed marriages, a handful of abusive relationships. Y/N was the only stable thing she had. So, she dumped him, packed her things and left." Y/N went on a few dates with Ian Ziering a few months after, but they quickly decided they were better as friends and they kept it professional from there on out.

You, late night with David Letterman, 2000, "Oh, everyone hooked up with everyone. I definitely wasn't one to stray from that. We were so young, everyone was so attractive on that show, I mean it was kind of inevitable."

Clark and Spelling would live together for two years, with Spelling being a shoulder to lean on during the fallout.

You, 1996, "Look, it's not a pretty scene for anyone and I really just need... privacy right now. It would be great if people could stop asking me about it." As the couple fought in real life, so did their characters.

Jennie Garth, "When Jason and Y/N broke up it was chaos. There was a good period where they didn't even want to be near each other, let alone make out all day at work, y'know? They weren't exactly fighting, but they wanted nothing to do with the other, they were miserable. Luke had been gone at that point and the producers were freaking out because they had planned out this whole thing with Brandon and Y/N and they had to scrap it, because with them butting heads it just wouldn't work. So they switched gears and had their characters fight too. I think it was just cathartic enough to get them close again." They repaired their damaged relationship slowly but surely, just in time for things to heat up with Clark and ANOTHER 90210 alumni.

In the winter of 1997, Y/N and Luke Perry embarked down a romantic path, sharing their first kiss at Tori Spelling's casual New Years Eve party with their friends and families.

Tori Spelling, "When they started dating it was like everything fell into place. It dawned on everyone how perfect they were for each other, I know Jason wasn't thrilled about it, but we were all genuinely happy for them."

Jennie Garth comes onto the screen. "Luke and Y/N/N have always made sense to me. They're both very humble, well rounded people. And they always had this really flirty element to them from the start, I'm surprised it took that long," she laughs. A year and a half later, they tied the knot with a small private ceremony at their shared home in Beverly Hills, California. Costing only $20,000, it was the cheapest wedding of all of the 90210 clan's. And in June of 1999 they welcomed their first child, a baby girl, Sophie. Selling their 3 million dollar home, they moved into a 6 million dollar house outside of Hollywood, accidentally moving in next to none other than Jason Priestley.

Thankfully that caused no serious drama between the two families. But the finale of Beverly Hills, 90210 caused a stir that no one could have expected. Priestley made a surprise guest appearance that reportedly caused more drama off screen than on.

Jennie Garth, MTV, 2000, "It's so ridiculous. Everything was just weirdly timed. Jason being on the show had nothing to do with his divorce and it has nothing to do with Y/N's pregnancy, either. People love to make stuff up and cause drama that wasn't there to begin with and it's probably so exhausting for her."

Shortly after appearing on 90210, Priestley filed for divorce, ending his 8 month long marriage. Around the same time, the Perrys announced their second pregnancy. Tabloids began to say that Y/N had caused the divorce and that she was secretly pregnant with Priestley's baby.

Tori Spelling, "Those were so awful and so fake. Her son is a carbon copy of Luke, I'd be floored if Jason was the father..." "I think that part of Jason will always be in love with her... and that shined through in the finale a little bit and that's what people are picking up on. But her and Luke are soulmates. She has a good head on her shoulders, a lot of integrity."

Shannen Doherty, the Rosie O'Donnel Show, 1997, "Y/N's my best friend in the entire world, we went to Ireland together last summer and everything. Yeah, her and I have always been close."

Jennie Garth, "She's incredibly intelligent, super funny. Easily one of the strongest women I know."

Join us tomorrow when we air Tori Spelling: The E! True Hollywood Story. Only on E!

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