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butchhamlet · 1 year

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i said i was going to arrange a list of my favorite articles/criticism about shakespeare, so here’s my first little roundup! obligatory disclaimer that i don’t necessarily agree with or endorse every single point of view in each word of these articles, but they scratch my brain. will add to this list as i continue reading, and feel free to add your own favorites in the reblogs! :]

essays

Is Shakespeare For Everyone? by Austin Tichenor (a basic examination of that question)

Interrogating the Shakespeare System by Madeline Sayet (counterpoint/parallel to the above; on Shakespeare’s place in, and status as, imperialism)

Shakespeare in the Bush by Laura Bohannan (also a good parallel to the above; on whether Shakespeare is really culturally “universal”)

The Unified Theory of Ophelia: On Women, Writing, and Mental Illness ("I was trying to make sense of the different ways men and women related to Ophelia. Women seemed to invoke her like a patron saint; men seemed mostly interested in fetishizing her flowery, waterlogged corpse.”)

Hamlet Is a Suicide Text—It’s Time to Teach It Like One (on teaching shakespeare plays about suicide to high schoolers)

Commuting With Shylock by Dara Horn (on listening to MoV with a ten-year-old son, as modern jewish people, to look at that eternal question of Is This Play Antisemitic?)

All That Glisters is Not Gold (NPR episode, on whether it’s possible to perform othello, taming of the shrew, & merchant to do good instead of harm)

academic articles

the Norton Shakespeare’s intro to the Merchant of Venice (apologies about the highlights here; they are not mine; i scanned this from my rented copy)

the Norton Shakespeare’s intro to Henry the Fourth part 1 (and apologies for the angled page scans on this one; see above)

Richard II: A Modern Perspective by Harry Berger Jr (this is the article that made me understand richard ii)

Hamlet’s Older Brother (“Hamlet and Prince Hal are in the same situation, the distinction resting roughly on the difference between the problem of killing a king and the problem of becoming one. ... Hamlet is literature’s Mona Lisa, and Hal is the preliminary study for it.”)

Egyptian Queens and Male Reviewers: Sexist Attitudes in Antony & Cleopatra Criticism (about more than just reviewers; my favorite deconstruction of shakespeare’s cleopatra in general)

Strange Flesh: Antony and Cleopatra and the Story of the Dissolving Warrior (“If Troilus and Cressida is [Shakespeare’s] vision of a world in which masculinity must be enacted in order to exist, Antony and Cleopatra is his vision of a world in which masculinity not only must be enacted, but simply cannot be enacted, his vision of a world in which this particular performance has broken down.”)

misc

Elegy of Fortinbras by Zbigniew Herbert (poem that makes me fucking insane)

Dirtbag Henry IV (what it sounds like.)

Cleopatra and Antony by Linda Bamber (what if a&c... was good.)

#essays/academic articles is sort of a false dichotomy but i wanted to separate these into More Casual versus More Academic. so.#misc category exists because. i like those two things so much. not at all for the same reasons #max.txt #misc #hamlet #merchant of venice #henry iv #richard ii #antony and cleopatra #there we are.

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zvaigzdelasas · 4 months

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Top White House official Brett McGurk is quietly floating a controversial plan to reconstruct Gaza after Israel’s assault concludes, HuffPost has learned, despite serious concerns from some officials inside the administration that it would sow the seeds for future instability in the region.

In recent weeks, McGurk has been pitching national security officials on a plan suggesting an approximately 90-day timeline for what should happen once active fighting in Gaza ends, three U.S. officials said. It argues that stability can be achieved in the devastated Palestinian region if American, Israeli, Palestinian and Saudi officials launch an urgent diplomatic effort that prioritizes the establishment of Israel-Saudi ties, the officials continued. Such a development is widely referred to as “normalization,” given Saudi Arabia’s refusal to recognize Israel since its founding in 1948.

There is a widespread belief that similar U.S.-led deals that involved Israel and other regional Arab governments — and that downplayed Palestinian concerns — have fueled anger and violence, including the Oct. 7 attack by Hamas and other Palestinian militants inside Israel.

Still, U.S. President Joe Biden has echoed his predecessor Donald Trump in arguing that those agreements are vital for the region’s future. Biden’s focus on an Israel-Saudi pact has been especially alarming for Palestinians and officials working on Israeli-Palestinian peace. And McGurk’s accelerated timeline has only caused more concern.

McGurk’s plan would use the incentive of aid for reconstruction from Saudi Arabia and possibly other wealthy Gulf countries like Qatar and the United Arab Emirates to pressure both the Palestinians and the Israelis, per the officials. In this vision, Palestinian leaders would agree to a new government for both Gaza and the occupied West Bank and to ratchet down their criticisms of Israel, while Israel would accept limited influence in Gaza.[...]

A recently conducted poll of Saudis by the Washington Institute for Near East Policy found that nearly 96% believe Arab states should cut any ties with Israel over its conduct in Gaza, and Saudi Arabia has long maintained that it will not establish ties with Israel unless the Israelis permit the establishment of a Palestinian state.

Meanwhile, a host of other forces in the region would rage against an agreement perceived as sidelining Palestinians. That group includes the Houthis[...] “These plans are delusionally optimistic and have numerous spoilers and parties that will be unlikely to cooperate or do what the U.S. plans,” one U.S. official said, pointing to the Houthis but also Palestinians and Israelis[...]

Secretary of State Antony Blinken this week told Israeli counterparts that he expects them to do more to achieve a Saudi-Israel pact than they would have had to do prior to their campaign in Gaza, The Times of Israel reported.[...]

McGurk previously worked on Middle East issues under Trump, who promoted his set of agreements between Arab states and Israel — the so-called Abraham Accords — as one of his biggest triumphs.[...]

In his first public remarks after the Oct. 7 attack, McGurk claimed that he never sidelined Palestinian concerns in pursuing an Israel-Saudi agreement.[...]

“There’s a lot of deja vu in what we’re hearing about the allegedly new thinking,” said Khaled Elgindy, an analyst at the Middle East Institute think tank and former adviser to the Palestinian leadership in Ramallah. “I have a hard time believing that the administration that misread the region for three years before Oct. 7 and certainly deprioritized the Palestinians … can understand Palestinian aspirations.”

“Even if they did understand what was required, would any Palestinian leader be willing to trust them after they have facilitated the annihilation of Gaza?” Elgindy added.[...]

Blinken raised the idea of a new Palestinian Authority cabinet with Abbas this week and the Palestinian leader’s response was “poor,” a U.S. official told HuffPost. State Department spokesperson Matthew Miller disputed that presentation in an email to HuffPost, writing, “This account is false in every respect.”[...]

Lawmakers have repeatedly said their interest in helping Israel make friends in its neighborhood does not outweigh their concerns about what the U.S. would need to commit to in diplomacy for a Saudi-Israel pact — likely a binding American defense treaty with Saudi Arabia and U.S. assistance with a Saudi nuclear program, among other enticements. Congress would have to approve a treaty and could also scrutinize or bar other U.S.-Saudi deals.

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shiftaxisrecords · 2 years

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Antony Vision – Legend (Original Mix)

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tonyglowheart · 3 months

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` ☆ Sancte Antoni, * °○ `

' ○° ` ora pro nobis. ' ☆ *

、 ' * Saint Anthony, ' • ○° * `

' ○ ° ` ☆ • pray for us. ☆ ° ` ○*

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HELLO everyone please look at this beautiful amazing fantastic glorious art I commissioned from @tratshka ✨️ I handed them a concept and some vibes and boy did they deliver on The Vision~☆`°`

.. I'm gonna get this framed lmao

#tony stark #iron man #the way I was vibrating with excitement thru the entire process #tratshka is amazing I gave them a concept and a couple of inspo images and they whipped up a batch of concept sketches #Im holding myself back from just keysmashing lol it's very *ahem* yes Im very normal about this (external) 8V 8V BARK BARK BARK (internal)

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annabelle--cane · 3 months

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how I'm picturing tmagp characters, preserving for posterity:

sam: dresses just a liiittle bit too nice for his environment. jacket just a little too durable, shirt just a little too pristine, shoes just a little too clean. something vaguely bad has happened to him recently and one way of coping for him has been in maintaining his appearance and belongings.

alice: she made a point of dressing up a bit for sam's first day in a proper skirt suit, partially as a joke, but mostly she's in basic london street wear. she doesn't dress down per se, but she's in outfits you can bike to work in and doesn't change when she gets into the office.

gwen: business casual goth. black blouses, black pencil skirts, long dyed black hair, slightly overly severe makeup. she never consciously committed to the aesthetic, but the constant rage she keeps simmering inside of her inevitably must express itself. it's lowkey enough that you don't look at her and think "goth," but you do after hearing how morosely she speaks.

lena: I'm seeing a lot of purple and silver. hoop earrings and a nice watch, shimmery fabrics, sensible heels. I think I just realized that I've subconsciously based her vibe off of 2008 donna noble.

colin: looks like he hasn't seen in the sun in five years. his skin and clothes are a matching shade of grey. has an emotional support hoodie that stopped giving him any help years ago but he's too used to wearing it to stop now.

teddy: he wasn't around long enough for me to clear and replace my vision of his voice actor's cry havoc character, so I am picturing roman triumvir mark antony (83 bce - 30 bce)

bonzo: bonzo.

#tmagp #marina marvels at life #tmagp spoilers

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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Bestieee if you're taking requests, could you write about dom! Gavi and like degr@dat!on. Idk why I'm so nervous writing this request lol but love your work xx

Okay so I know I have a lot of other requests in my inbox but I feel like writing a bit of smut today so that’s what we’re gonna do ladies. SMUT!! MDNI!! 18+!! IF UR A MINOR GO AWAY!!!

Hands on Learning

“Could you please not slam the doors?”

You looked at Gavi seething. Everything in the world was irritating you today. Everyone was breathing too loud. You had been caught in the pouring rain, slipping multiple times due to your heels. You had gotten coffee on your favorite white blouse, causing you to be late for an important meeting. But more than that, your coworker Antony was getting too comfortable with you again. He would lean his hand on you, put his arms across your shoulders, and call you “sweetheart” despite multiple requests for him to stop. He walked you to your car after multiple offers to buy you drinks, telling you that your “little boyfriend” could wait a little longer. As you told him to fuck off in the most professional way possible, you got the text from Gavi.

“Traffic accident on the road cause of the rain. Be careful driving home.”

It was a sweet message. He had checked your route and was now concerned about your safety. But you didn’t want it - not today. Today you were annoyed and this didn’t help. You didn’t want him to be nice. You wanted to unleash your anger on someone, but Gavi, sweet and loving as he was, gave you no reason to. So now you were speeding on the highway to Gavi’s, cursing yourself for promising to come over for dinner. All it took was this simple request for you not to ruin his doors to set you off.

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do.”

Gavi raised one eyebrow at the reply, watching you bend over to take your shoes off.

“Bad day?” He asked, trying to keep his voice mellow and understanding. Pablo Gavi was gentle by nature. He was not someone that enjoyed raising his voice or using harsh language. But when he got heated, all bets were off the table. He was ready to swear, yell, hit things - Pablo was the definition of fuck around and find out.

“I don’t want to fucking talk about it.”

Your shoes were off as you made a move towards the bedroom to get changed, not sparing a glance over your shoulder. A hand tugged your wrist, and you were pulled back suddenly, until you felt the wall behind you, a hand slammed roughly beside your head. You were caged in against the wall by Gavi’s arm, his eyes burning into you. His tongue ran along his teeth, and the “I messed up” feeling started to sink in.

“I don’t know who you think you’re giving that tone to, but you should know better than to use it with me.”

Your eyes met his, eyebrows still knitted together in anger, but the fear causing your body to tense and a knot to form in your throat. He brought a hand to your face, running his thumb across your bottom lip. A shiver runs through you, causing him to smile viscously.

“I don’t know what the fuck is your problem today. I frankly don’t fucking care. You’re going to learn today that little sluts like you need to have some respect.”

Pablo slams himself into you, lips bruising yours from the force. Teeth clash as you try to keep up with his pace, but it’s so much that once he pulls away your gasping for breath.

“Pablo, Pablo I’m-“

“What? You’re sorry now?” He narrows his eyes and spits out a laugh. The wetness between your legs continues to grow - you had brought out this side of Gavi before, and it was always the best fuck of your life.

“You don’t get to be sorry now, whore. Oh no. Little sluts like you don’t get off with an apology.”

He pulled you in by your throat, kissing you harshly as his fingers pressed into the flesh, cutting off the blood flow and making spots appear on your vision.

“Little sluts like you are too brain dead from being fucking into oblivion.”

He held your collar, pulling you into the bedroom. Your knees hit the back of the bed, Pablo’s grip the only thing keeping you from falling.

“Little sluts like you need to be taught lessons. They need to feel their punishments so they can remember.”

He placed his fingers on the center of your blouse, fingers slipping in between the buttons. You wanted to beg him to leave your favorite shirt alone, but you were too hazy from the thrill of Gavi speaking to you like this that you didn’t care.

“Because no one likes a cum dump with an attitude.”

He gripped your blouse tightly and pulled, muscles flexing as he ripped the short open, buttons rattling to the floor. It wasn’t enough. He placed his hands on the back seam, ripping it open as well. The tearing sound only make you more wet as he pulled the two halves from your torso, leaving your bra exposed to him. He pushed you back on the bed, fingers hooking into your skirt and pulling it down.

He kissed the “6” anklet that dangled off on you, looking up at you from between your legs. He kissed up your legs, placing a kiss on your clothes core. You whimpered, eager for more than just the light pressure of his lips on your panties. He slid an arm under you, and flipped you onto your stomach. He placed an arm either side of you, coming closer to your ear.

“Aw poor thing. Now you want to beg and cry? Now you want to let out those sweet little sounds that you know drive papi crazy. I hope you don’t think that’ll make me go easier on this pathetic little pussy.”

He kissed at the protruding vein on your neck, causing your moans to get louder and less restricted. Your ass arched up into him, grinding against his hardening cock.

“Such a good whore that you just grind into my dick ok instinct.”

He keeping kissing down your back until he reaches the hand of your bra, unhooking it quickly and letting it fall.

“Let me see those tits. How many guys have known how truly depraved you are? So hungry for this cock you can’t even speak.”

He leaned back up, grabbing your hips and grinding into your ass. He ran his hands on the tights covering your legs, grabbing them at the center. You waited with bated breath to hear the fabric rip, but it never came. You looked over your shoulder at him, eyes swimming with lust.

“Beg.”

He was looking down at you, smirking widely with his tongue in his check. His hand was circling your ass, feeling the warmth of the flesh beneath his palm. You buried your face in the pillow, your eyes burning and pussy dripping. You wanted him to fuck you, no, needed him to fuck you until you went limp. But you weren’t prepared to beg for it. A sudden smack landed in your ass, causing you to gasp and yelp in surprise. You lurched forward at the impact, falling forward onto the mattress. Another one landed in the same spot, this one harder.

“So fucking rude. So fucking stubborn. So undeserving of this fat cock. But you’ll die without it won’t you?”

Smack. Smack. A fist in your hair, tugging you upward to rest on your elbows again. Another hard smack, your ass getting redder with every one.

“You’ll fall apart if you’re not bouncing on top of m, pussy clenching around me. I bet your cunt is crying right now, wanting me to fuck it so bad. I know exactly what your dirty disgusting little brain is thinking: I wish Papi would fuck me to death.”

Tears were steaming down your face, more being created with every harsh smack to your ass. But you were so fucking turned on and aching, clenching around nothing.

“I’m not going to stop. Aggressive cunts like you don’t get mercy. The only way I’ll let up on your poor blushing ass if if you beg. So beg, puta.”

It took everything in you to muster some voice.

“P-please. Please please Pablo.”

His grip on your hair tightened, pulling you further back. Your scalp began to burn from the pulling.

“Please what? What do you want from me?”

You looked at him with puffy red eyes and swollen lips as he waited for a response. He lifted a hand to his ear, pretending he couldn’t hear you.

“Pablo please. I need you.”

“Need me for what?”

“Fuck me Pablo!! I need you to fuck me! Please please plea-“

Your begging was interrupted by the sound of fabric tearing, Gavi finally tearing your tights apart, the gaping hole giving him access to your panties .

“Look at how big this fucking wet spot is. You really are a fucking slut. Look how much you want to swallow this dick. You want it? How bad?”

“So bad Papi! So so bad. Please fuck me.”

At your begging, he pushed your head into the mattress, moving your panties, gripping them tightly to rip them in half. The pieces hung off in you as he ran a finger through your folds, feeling your wetness as he slid his pulsing erection into you with one hard thrust. You gasped out, gripping at the sheets.

He placed his hands on your hips, and started to fuck you with reckless abandon. Skin slapping was heard around the room, coupled with your high pitched moans and Pablo’s low, guttural gasp. He pulled you into him as he trust, cock hitting you deeply. He moved one hand up to grab at your boob, fucking you fast and hard.

“You want to cum baby?”

The question had you seeing stars. You wanted to cum around him so bad.

“Please papi. Please. Wanna cum. Let me please.”

Gavi smiled at how fucked out you were. You couldn’t even form a full sentence with his coco buried deep inside you.

“Tell me you’re sorry for being bitchy to me earlier.”

He smacked your ass again, and you cried out louder than you ever had. You were getting closer to the edge until he stopped abruptly, pulling his whole cock out except for the head.

“You’re a slut. I’m going to treat you like a cum dump when necessary. You want more than that? Fucking apologize.”

“Im sorry for being a bitch to you. I’m sorry I was a cunt when I walked in the door. I wanted to get fucked and I’m sorryyyyy.” You whined out the last part as Gavi brought a hand down, two fingers rubbing your clit.

His breathing got heavy as he resumed his rushed thrusts, and you felt like you were ascending to heaven. Your kissy clenched down on Pablo tightly, making it harder for him to thrust, but making every movement even more fucking amazing. His fingers were digging into your hips, bruising your hip as he fucked all his frustration into you.

“Papi I- cumming… please don’t stop please.”

He kept his pace as you came undone around his cock, moaning so loudly that the entire street could hear. He kept thrusting into you, helping you ride out your high. He pulled out, flipping you onto your back, before entering you roughly again. The overstimulation started to set in, bring a fresh set of tears to your eyes. Pablo was quickly approaching his own orgasm, head thrown back as he thrust into you fast and hard, and you swore you could feel it in your throat.

“Too much Pablo I-“

“Your slut pussy can take it. You want my cum? You want to be my pretty little cum dumpster? Come on baby, take it. Take it.”

You brought your hand to his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat against your palm. He took your hand, lacing your fingers together, and leaned over. His muscles were tensed as he punted you into the mattress. Be came shortly after, a guttural moan escaping his throat as he filled you with his warm load. Your head fell back, the sensation too overwhelming. He breathed deeply before he looked at your gaping hole, eyes widening as he watches his cum drip from your spent cunt. He uses two fingers to push it back into you, making you gasp, but you were too weak to move.

He finally laid down next to you, offering out a hand for you to cuddle into. You moved towards him, resting your head on his chest, enjoying the warmth of him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “for my attitude when I came home.”

He looked at you lovingly, kissing the top of your head. He clutched you closer to his chest, sleeping threatening to consume him.

“It’s okay, mi amor. You know I love funking that attitude out of you. Get some sleep now, we can talk in the morning.”

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A/N: hey y’all - can someone explain why writing on this app makes me so incredibly sleepy??? Anyways, hope you enjoyed this degrading Gavi fic. I didn’t know if he had it in him until he stepped to Vini at the Classico. He for sure calls girls he sleeps with “sluts” but I’m all for it 😋 anyways, send me asks, leave comments, love y’all 🥰

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blindmagdalena · 8 months

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have you seen cobweb yet? 👀 it’s giving excellent depowered homelander themes, like Antony starr in flannel pajamas and everything

YES i did!!! i was hoping he would be in the movie a liiiiittle more than he was, but i will take what we got. he looked INCREDIBLY soft (and murderous) this whole movie, which i appreciate.

but my favorite is when we get to see antony in glasses because i personally have a HC that homelander is extremely far sighted due to the way he can zoom his vision such great distances, but looking at/reading things up close is more difficult. i think this is why he's always squinting at phones and prefers to use a tv.

the sweater!!! the glasses!!!! i wanna fluff his hair!!!!! he was definitely channeling major domestic homelander in this role. i definitely want to write more depowered stuff, especially where he specifically needs to ditch the blonde and disguise himself with all this scruff. credit to @homeb0ys for all these delicious antony pics. i regularly raid their blog and you should, too 🖤

#ask and you shall receive #depowered homelander #antony starr

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deliciouskeys · 7 months

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@cozycornerkinktober prompt 4: Overstimulation

Side Ribs (Maeve x Homelander)

Warnings: none unless you have a tickling phobia. Rated E for general sexual situation backdrop.

Set in 2008. Any similarities to @xieyaohuan ‘s lovely piece for the same prompt are purely coincidental the result of an overlapping hive mind. Also owe inspiration to an anon ask sent to @blindmagdalena and Antony Starr’s tweet about his side rib area being a no fun zone. AO3 link.

“You’re always so damn quick,” Maeve says, smiling down at him from her perch on his cock.

“Shut up.” Homelander swallows down the urge to laser her right then and there for looking so amused. Maybe this whole relationship was a mistake. Homelander was insanely attracted to her from the moment he saw her– everything about her, from the way she looked, to how strong and durable she was, and even down to her rebellious personality. He was shocked by it at first, then annoyed by it, but at the same time he couldn’t help admiring how she’d sometimes just talk back to the Vought executives, or refuse to do something when she deemed it pointless or stupid. Before seeing her, it had honestly not occurred to him that he could potentially do that too. When he tried it out with Madelyn she immediately put a stop to it, though. “You’re too old to be copying your girlfriend’s bad behavior,” she said sternly and Homelander nodded but secretly kept admiring whenever Maeve didn’t follow the rules as much as he did.

Maeve never seemed to admire him much, though. He found it confusing. Wasn’t he repeatedly told he was superior to everyone else? It eventually dawned on him that Maeve didn’t necessarily value how easily he could destroy things, or how fast he could fly. She knows more things about the “real world”, she has a sharp sense of humor that he can only try to learn and emulate, and she just cares less about what people think of her, which is an amazing type of strength he hadn’t even considered until meeting her. She is, plain and simple, a much cooler person than he is.

That’s probably how this whole shaky dynamic developed. Two weeks ago he decided to up the stakes from what was a curated, fake PR relationship and ask her out on a real date, and he was so nervous while he asked that he prayed she couldn’t hear his racing, nervous heartbeat like he could hear her steady one. She shrugged and agreed to give it a try, and the same evening they found themselves in his apartment. Things went south from the get-go. She refused to sleep with him in his bed. She didn’t like the mirrors, implied he was weird for putting them there, although she didn’t really explain why. He’s honestly amazed at how good she looks given how little time she seems to spend in front of any mirror. So these two weeks he’s stayed over every night and slept in her bed, and he soon confirmed what he suspected– that even though she’s five years younger than him, she’s had a lot more experience with a lot more people than he did. It irked him and disgusted him a little bit, but she was just too damn attractive to hold it against her. But now he has a chip on his shoulder, and the feeling that he needs to assert himself in bed.

Maeve makes to move off of him, but he clamps down on her legs. “Just fuckin’…. stay there,” he growls.

She rolls her eyes. “You’re gonna try that thing where you come three times without ever pulling out? I’m tired of bouncing around on your cock. If you really want to make it up to me for being a fucking minuteman, why don’t you at least do it using your mouth.”

Homelander grimaces. Eating her out was fine, but something about the idea of encountering his own fluids with his tongue was not to his liking.

“Such a prude,” she says, as if reading his mind from his expression, and he seriously considers getting into a wrestling match with her- the one arena where he’s pretty sure he can overpower her, even if he doesn’t resort to heat vision. But he honestly can’t be sure even about that. She’s deft and quick and maybe he’s underestimating her yet again.

When Maeve makes to move off of his cock again, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her down, more roughly this time because he’s getting frustrated with her.

“Ow!” she whines, but he can tell she’s just being dramatic, rubbing the side of her torso where he grabbed her. “Bastard!” She abruptly reaches down to the side of his body, touching him in a way that makes him jerk and throw her off of himself, because he suddenly feels extremely vulnerable.

“Oh so you do have a weakness!” she says with a note of triumph, grinning as she clambers out of the tangle of sheets he shoved her into.

“What the fuck did you just do to me?” Homelander is rubbing his side, disturbed by whatever sensation that was. Did she find a way to short-circuit his sense of touch somehow?

“What do you mean?” Maeve laughs. When Maeve laughs in the bedroom, he always has to fight down the assumption that she’s making fun of him.

“What did you just do?” he repeats, calming down a little bit.

“You mean– THIS?” she blurts out the last word as her hand descends on his ribs again and starts wiggling them across his skin.

“FUCK.” He rolls away from her, and gathers up the blanket defensively around himself.

“Oh my god. You’re fucking ticklish! I bet no one knows this!”

He blinks at her. He’s heard about tickling and people being ticklish. He’d always assumed it was some bizarre weakness he wasn’t privy to, like being “sleepy” or “depressed”. No one had ever triggered him like this.

“What’s tickling, exactly?” he asks her and immediately regrets it when she bursts out laughing.

“What are you saying? Is this the first time you’ve ever been tickled or something…” She trails off and her smile fades a little bit. “Wait, you seriously have never…”

It’s that familiar feeling where Homelander feels stupid and ignorant and embarrassed that he was apparently raised differently from everyone else. No matter how many times they tell him he’s special and better than all the rest, why is he always in these situations where he’s caught off guard and defensive about not knowing apparently simply things?

“They sure raised you weird,” Maeve says, and her tone is no longer mocking. She scooches closer to him and strokes his face, which is the only thing not under the blanket. “Tickling is just… when you get touched in certain places and you feel uncomfortable and start to laugh.”

“I’ve never felt uncomfortable when I touched my ribs!”

“You can’t tickle yourself. It’s only when someone else touches you.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Homelander grumbles, still feeling defensive, but relaxing a little bit. “And why would you laugh if it’s uncomfortable?”

“I don’t know, I’m not an expert. It’s like when you’re… nervous that someone will do something to you. That’s why it can’t just be you doing it to yourself.”

Homelander huffs through his nose and looks up at the ceiling to avoid eye contact.

Maeve sighs. “Look, I’m sorry I laughed, it’s just very strange to hear someone in his late 20s has never been tickled or knows what it feels like. But I get it. You told me. They didn’t really touch you much. That’s pretty sad actually.”

Homelander gets even more uncomfortable hearing what sounds like pity in her voice, and thankfully she seems to notice this and pivots the conversation.

“You want me to… show you?”

“Why would I want to feel uncomfortable?!” Homelander snaps at her.

“Because, it can be enjoyable, I think. We can figure out where you’re ticklish and where you’re not.”

Homelander looks over at her and relents cautiously, unwrapping himself slowly out of the blanket.

She keeps eye contact with him as she strokes her index finger along his chest. “Feel anything?” she asks.

“No?” he says in annoyance, still not quite convinced she’s even talking about the right phenomenon. What he felt when she reached down and touched his ribs was not enjoyable in the slightest. Not something a parent would do to their child.

Her finger travels up to his shoulder.

“No,” he answers her unspoken question.

But then she takes her finger down his body, heading towards the same side ribs she touched and he bucks and squirms away before she even gets there.

“Okay, okay,” she laughs. “I won’t touch you there. See, you’re so ticklish there that I don’t even have to touch you.”

Slowly but surely he lets her explore. Whatever’s happening, he’s probably never seen her be so interested in his body. He can’t take her touching his neck, his armpits, and the middle of his stomach either, but he starts to understand. It’s a bit of a game. And when he trusts her more, he finds himself giving into laughter sometimes. The giggles are embarrassing– high-pitched, like he’s never heard himself sound before. But she doesn’t seem to judge him for it, even seems charmed by him.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before, John,” she says when she’s done with her investigation.

Homelander scoffs. “That can’t be.”

“I’ve heard you make the sound you made just now plenty of times. The ugly mean sarcastic laugh. But never your actual happy or nervous laugh.”

“You think I’m mean?”

“Very.”

“That must be why we get along so well then,” Homelander says. He looks over at her and tries to catch her unawares, but she’s on to what he’s trying to do, faster than him somehow, lightning-quick, her hands grabbing his sides before he has a chance to do it to her, tickling him mercilessly. He can’t gather himself enough to retaliate. He’s writhing and laughing to tears, still trying to be careful not to kick or punch her even as he’s attempting to squirm away, because the tickling is unbearable, and is completely overloading his senses. The loss of control over his own body is intoxicating.

“Maeve… please…Maeve... I can’t…” his words keep getting interrupted by pained laughter, tears actually streaming down his face, but it feels so good to be at her mercy, not to be judged, to have Maeve be so fucking interested in his body all of a sudden. Every time her hand reaches for a new place, he feels like he’s going insane with fear and arousal. At this point, he can’t stand having almost any part of his body touched, even the ones that weren’t sensitive before, like he’s primed for being assaulted and feels the discomfort before her hands even alight on his skin. He’s rolled up to protect his vulnerable front side, but at this point even her touching his back is sending him into convulsions.

Eventually he’s worn out but manages to grab hold of her wrists and hold them far away from his neck and torso. His whole body feels weakened and pliable, like jello, after all the nerve-wracked laughter and squirming, but he somehow enjoys feeling that way. Maeve smiles and cranes her neck to kiss him. But once she pulls back, she moves her head back and forth, the ends of her long red hair dragging across his already overstimulated neck, and he loses it again, throwing her off and scooting away from her. But he’s not disturbed or pouty this time. He enjoys how sweet Maeve’s laughter sounds when they’re playing like this. He’s honestly glad no one’s ever done this to him before. It’s an amazing discovery, and now it’s something he’ll associate with her forever.

Maeve is good at playing flirty games outside of their bedroom too. In the following weeks, she keeps slipping in a touch here and there when no one else around them seems to be paying attention. Homelander tries not to react, tries not to jerk away or make any kind of sound, but it takes all of his restraint. She knows exactly where she can poke him, quickly figuring out how she can inflict torture even through his padded suit.

“You’re on very thin ice,” he hissed at her through gritted teeth after she discreetly reached under the table, so discreetly that he didn’t even notice, and attacked him viciously just above the belt, so viciously that even the padded abs didn’t offer enough protection from her fingers. He bucked away from the table, and Madelyn paused her presentation, looking at both of them quizzically. And yet, despite how embarrassed he is to lose composure, or disrupt Madelyn, or the fact that his suit can barely cover up how much he associates being tickled with sex, Homelander’s on cloud nine. He has a secret relationship that Vought may have planned out for him but never sanctioned as a real thing. And his girlfriend is hot and spontaneous and playful and rebellious. She’s not afraid of him. She has secret jokes with him. He’s giddy with love. He’s probably going to marry her, Vought’s PR assessments of that move be damned.

#cozy corner kinktober #tickling #overstimulation #maevlander #homelander #queen maeve #the boys #the boys tv #fic #mystuff

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[ primavera, 03×02 - long analysis, script annotation, and character discussion below the cut ] || [ tags :: @lesbian-hannibal @shatteredlesbian @craqueluring ] || [ why are my scripts slowly losing quality :( ]

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the main-focus of this episode is the aftermath of mizumono { 02×13 }. it starts with will's nightmare of the ravenstag that we can now safely assume is how will's mind perceives the ripper — as he says, he can feel the ripper, but he can't put a face to the name. the ravenstag, which follows hannibal's (or the ripper's, if you want to get technical) kills, appears to will in his empathic vision, which is of antony dimmond and hannibal's broken heart. will was, partly, half a victim to the ripper, which might be why he sees the stag — and why he doesn't see hannibal, because though he knows the two are one and the same, subconsciously, he denies the connection.

as he later says to chiyoh, the ripper left him with a smile — a cut so precise, a gutting so clean, that it was easily repaired. hannibal didn't mean for will to die in that kitchen, just to bleed beside the body of their daughter. to watch his blood pool with hers as she embraces death - his punishment, to blur with abigail and carry her with him. abigail's voice, who we now know is really dead, pulls him out of it.

this is still part of his vision. he starts off by telling her he feels closer to hannibal here — not here, in the church, with the ripper's tableau to him in front of him, but here in his mind palace as he surveys the murder. in this scene in particular, he's defending himself to the memory of abigail - telling her that he feels close to him, despite what he'd done; telling her that he wouldn't know where he'd be without him. but that's the thing — she's only the memory will has of her. his subconscious. he's defending his feelings for hannibal to himself; here in his mind palace, it's the surface of will's mental curtains trying to appeal to the shadow beyond them.

abigail asks what will believes the tableau is about, what he believes hannibal is trying to tell them. he says it's his broken heart — his way of showing remorse for what he'd done, of showing how will's betrayal had affected him as well. the skepticism from abigail is a mirror of will's - but now, will knows better. hannibal knows him intimately, and will can recognize that, and he voices that to abigail. she tells him that hannibal misses them, but will, as portraying his surface level, doesn't agree.

instead, he tells abigail that hannibal has always had multiple motives for something — one of which always being his amusement. he's saying that maybe one of the factors is that hannibal misses them, and maybe a few more might be that he wanted to lure will in, or that he wanted to toy with will — that he was playing with him. it's something he can believe, both parts of him.

this is where i remind you that the abigail will is talking to you doesn't exist. she's nothing but a memory, a projection of himself that he's trying to appeal to.

he asks her if she still wants to leave with hannibal - which is a clue that he's talking to himself, because he knows abigail can't. he's asking himself if he honestly still wishes to run away with hannibal, and of course he does. trying to assuage that thought, to keep it out of mind, he tells abigail that hannibal took her from him. it took me a while to understand what he meant, if we're going off my idea that abigail is will trying to bargain with himself, but i may have an idea.

i think what abigail represents, like i said, is the shadow beyond the curtain. will's rare gift — he gave it to hannibal, and in mizumono, hannibal cut ties with him. he gave that rare gift back. he gave will the feeling of autonomy, of being in control of the shadow beyond his curtains — and by luring him to italy and taking up space in his mind palace again, he is taking will's gift once again and taking away his sense of normalcy. he's taking away will's comfort in his own skin, pushing him into his becoming.

will is beginning to feel guilty for what he'd done — the surface of the curtain is ruffling, just for a moment in sync with the shadow beyond it. he aches for what could have been, what should have been — what he could have had with them. he's looking for comfort in himself.

i think it's really interesting when will says hannibal made a place only for abigail — "a place was made for you, abigail. the only place i could make for you." if we're still going by my idea that abigail is will's shadow, this means that hannibal had made a place only for what lived behind the curtains; he'd been sure of tearing them down and disposing of them, and taking only the will behind the curtains into their new life.

this is where will begins to bleed into the shadow beyond the curtains. his resignation to the fact that hannibal had built only one place for him, his ache to run away with him regardless, has pushed him through the curtains to embrace himself.

the cut opens, and blood pours out. the image of her is dying — the divide between the surface and the shadow is disappearing, blurring into each other, and will doesn't try and stop it this time.

this is his becoming.

and, of course, who else is there to watch his becoming than hannibal? he's embraced the shadow, pulled those curtains aside and let the light in. his focus becomes less on himself and more on the man who drove him to it.

hannibal, projected by will's mind, allowing him to watch as his final push sends will off the (proverbial) cliff.

once will has mentally put abigail to rest, we're sent to a series of flashbacks. it shows will clinging to life and abigail succumbing to death; finalizing will's punishment from hannibal and setting the pace for the entanglement of will and abigail.

abigail's preparation and will's hospital visit are smashed together in intercut flashbacks, showing the differences between them.

will's is quick, rushed and rabid; a desperate bid to save a life. abigail's is slow, thorough — which is a mirror of their injuries, even; abigail's throat cut in a quick motion and will's abdomen gutted in slow, precise drags. she is taken apart while will is put back together — another mirror of the treatment they endured from hannibal, with abigail being made a place in the world and will's curtains being taken down.

their operations are performed in near reverse of each other, with will being sewn up and returned to normal, and abigail being deconstructed and laid to rest.

they finish on the same note — which, oddly, is the pluck of a cello string, which seems reminiscent of tobias and his methods of killing. maybe i'm reading too far into it, but ending abigail's life with a cut throat the way tobias played the orchestrator's vocal chords like a cello — while tobias was meant to be a mirror of will, and abigail was his daughter? i'll probably have to do a deeper analysis of that.

and then will comes to his senses in the church.

what makes me further believe that the conversation with subconscious-abigail was will's becoming is how will responds here. the lines between he and hannibal have blurred — he doesn't know where he ends and hannibal begins. he's stepped into the ripper's mindset for this tableau, and he can't step out, because that's where he's meant to be.

he even looks, again, in the murals for hannibal. even after the betrayal from both men, the urge to be seen by him — no matter the reason, but especially as he's profiling — is still there.

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