#anyway. it’s a damn shame that I don’t have any characters who like. have a thing about scars but not just their own

[physalian]

What No One Tells You About Writing #4 (100 Follower Special!)

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*This list contains mentions of assault, #4

1. Zero cursing is better than censored cursing

I made the mistake in the early days of writing a self-censoring character, and every “curse” she said just took the teeth out of the rest of the statement. I’m talking gosh, darn, dang, etc, not world-specific idioms a la “scruffy nerf herder” or “dunderhead” instead of “dumbass”.

Look to any American TV show that so, so badly wants to use f*ck or sh*t but has to appease the sensitive conservatives who still somehow believe strong language is worse than graphic violence and horrifying psychological damage. For shame! Your characters can be angry without expletives, so rework your sentences to include equally damning insults that don’t resort to potty mouths if you’re concerned about ratings.

Or go full-throttle into the idioms of the world or the time period like Pirates of the Caribbean. Or just… don’t. There’s zero modern cursing in the Lord of the Rings adaptation and not a single sentence that censors itself. The dialogue is above vulgarity and feels more *fantastical* that way anyway.

2. “Yeah, you aren’t the target audience.”

It’s kind of hilarious seeing the range of reader reactions to two characters I intend to have a romantic relationship. Some will go “I ship it!” after the first page of them together… and another will go “wait, I thought they were just friends” up until they kiss. Sometimes you might be too subtle, other times it might be better to just accept that you can’t rewrite your entire book to please one naysayer.

When I’m pitched a fantasy adventure book that turns out to be a by-the-numbers romance where no one is allowed to be a peasant and every important character is royalty in some way, with a way cooler fantasy backdrop, I get severely disappointed. That doesn’t mean the book is bad, it just means I’m not the target audience.

3. There is no greater character sin than making them boring

Unless you live in the wacky world we find ourselves in where any flaws whatsoever are apparently harmful depictions of so-and-so and not at all written with things like ~nuance~. I will gush over your heinous villain committing atrocities because he’s *interesting*. I will not remember Bland Love Interest who’s a generic everyman with zero compelling or intriguing traits or flaws.

There’s another tumblr post out there that I cannot find that says something like this, and I believe the post goes “his crimes are fiction, my annoyance is real”. Swap annoyance for boredom and you get what I mean. So, I don’t care what your character does so long as they’re memorable. I will either root for their victory or their doom, but I do need *something* to root for.

4. The line between “gratuitous” and “respectful” is actually very thick

Less what no one tells *you* about writing and more what no one tells screenwriters. Y’all do realize you can write a character who experiences assault without actually writing the assault, right? Fade to black, have them mention it in their backstory, or have the horrific aftermath as they come to terms with it. An abrupt cut to this devastated character when it’s all over and they’re alone with themselves can be incredibly poignant and powerful. This goes with anything sensitive, especially if it’s not coming from experience.

If you want to write it or film it respectfully, romanticizing assault, for instance, is when it’s framed as if either character has earned or “deserves” it. If the narrative in any way argues that it's justified. The victim might have "earned" it for any of the BS reasons we use in the real world, or the perpetrator might've "earned" it because of temptation, desire, pressure to assert dominance, etc. Representation is important, but are you “representing” to shed light on a misunderstood and maligned topic, or are you doing it to satisfy a fetish or bias in yourself?

5. Don’t let your eyes get bigger than your stomach

Fantasy has no limitations, which means you can dig way deeper into the well of your worldbuilding than you realize, until you look up and realize you’re stuck down there. I have never seen a more obvious inevitable disaster looming than the pilot of GoT season 5. Why? Nobody has any plans. They’re all just led around by whatever side quest the writers throw them on, twiddling their thumbs until the writers deign to pull the trigger on the White Walkers.

To the point that what should be a major character can skip an entire season because his arc is meaningless. Everything in the last half of that show was one big “eventually” while the story toiled around in an ever-expanding cast of characters and set pieces (seriously, it’s hilarious how jarring the extended version of the theme music became compared to the pilot episode to fit all these locations).

When you have too many directionless characters, too many plot elements, too many ideas you want to fully mature and get their due spotlight and then somehow combine them all together for a common foe in the end, writing can get tedious and frustrating very quickly. Why, I imagine, the book series remains unfinished. Fantasy is great for being able to create such complex worlds, but don’t be the snake that eats its own tail trying too hard.

6. No one cares about your agenda if you insult them to push it

This deserves its own post but here we go. Peddling an agenda is a paradox: those who agree with you won’t need to be preached to, and those who you want to persuade will instead reject you further because they feel belittle and disrespected. This is why so many recent “strong female characters” fail on both sides of the aisle. Feminists see an annoying caricature of the movement they’re passionate about. Antifeminists see an insufferable, shallow, liberal mouthpiece when they just want to be entertained. You have failed both sides, congrats.

The answer? Write a strong, nuanced, well-developed character. Then make them a woman. I know this has been said before but this BS keeps happening so clearly the screenwriters aren’t listening. Entertain me first. Entertain me so well I don’t even realize I’m learning.

7. Today’s audiences won’t react the same way as tomorrow’s

Sometimes genres or tropes get oversaturated and need a few years to cool off before audiences are receptive to them again—teen dystopia, anyone?—that doesn’t mean your story is inherently bad because it’s unpopular (nor does it mean it’s amazing because it is popular).

You should always write the book you want to read, not the book that chases trends. I can pick up a well-written teen dystopia I’ve never read before and enjoy it. I can continue to ignore Divergent because it has nothing to say. Write the book you want to read, but then accept that you might make no money because no one else wants to read it, not because they think it’s bad. And, who knows? You might get a boom of chatter months or years down the line when readers stumble upon an uncut gem.

8. Your characters don’t age with you

Depending on how long you’ve been working on your world and what age you were when you started, the characters, concepts, morals, and story you set out to tell might no longer reflect who you want to be as an author when all is said and done. Writing can take years, some of which can be incredibly turbulent and life changing. I wrote the first draft of my first original novel in my freshman year of college. Those characters and that draft are now unrecognizable and has left a world I’ve poured my heart and soul into in limbo.

I’ve slowly creeped up my characters’ ages. My writing has matured dramatically. The themes I wanted to explore in the height of the 2016 election are just demoralizing now. That book was my therapeutic outlet and, as consequence, my characters sometimes reflect some awful moods and mindsets that I was in when writing them. But nothing in that world grows without me tending to it. It’s not alive. Despite all the work I’ve done, there’s still more to be done, maybe even restarting the plot from the ground up. When I think of what no one told me about writing, staring at characters designed by someone I’m not anymore is the hardest reality to accept.

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[yuyuswrld]

O Captain, My Captain || 1

series intro here, or read chapter 2

characters: reiner x reader (this chapter), various aot boys x reader.

notes: this is an 18+ series, please don’t interact if you’re a minor! reader is referred to with she/they pronouns.

content warnings: explicit smut, fingering, reiner eating pussy like a god!!, alcohol consumption, degradation, mild slut shaming (?), mentions of marijuana at the end

“Has he always been a bitch?” You question Marco, inhaling bites of your ramen. He shrugs, “We’ve both been on the team since freshman year and I’ve never had a problem with him. Maybe you’re the problem?” He meets with dead silence as you stare up at him from your bowl.

“Funny, Bott. I’m just not looking forward to spending so much time with him, if he behaves like that, anyway.” Exasperation visible, you slump in your chair to think. “It’s not like he’s on the sidelines. He’s the damn captain, which means I have to talk to him a lot.”

Marco shrugs. “You’re being dramatic. He’s a pain sometimes, but he’s not that bad. Just try to be nice to him, please. Eren won’t get any nicer if you’re mean. Plus,” He stops to take a bite of his food, “we don’t have the time for fighting. We’re expected to go to nationals this year, and that’s not happening if you two scare each other off.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Bott. I’ll see you at practice later.” Uncrossing your arms and brushing off your legs as you get up from your seat. Okay, sure, Eren has yet to be anything except slightly dismissive and maybe just a little shit. He hasn’t actually done anything to you. You toss your bag over your shoulder before thanking Marco for the meal and dismissing yourself.

As the time for practice draws closer, you collect your thoughts as you stand outside the cold metal doors of the university’s second largest gym. Sure, you went to a school notorious for its D-1 volleyball, but the gym’s size was excessive. The high rise bleachers felt as if they would swallow you alive and the walls would collapse in. They had before. You remember the bile pool in your throat as the sports cameras flashes ate at your failure and spat you back out. Like a gazelle running from its predator, your body craves to run away from the glorified arena ahead of you.

“The fuck are you standing in the doorway for? Are you going in, or what?” Is it wrong to want to choose violence? Couldn’t he just say excuse me or ask if something’s wrong like a normal person?

Ugh, you should choose peace and not mess up a good opportunity. Just think about the money and all the nice things you can buy.

“I’m obviously just trying to get in your way.” You push the door open and walk into the gymnasium, not bothering with holding it open for Eren. In fact– hopefully it hits him! 

You hear the door fly open again behind you and a bag hits the ground with a loud thud. Eyes landing on the congregation of men in jerseys surrounding a smaller man, you beeline over to them. As you near, the smaller man, who you assume to be Coach Levi, locks his gaze with you. Is he… angry? Concerned? It’s impossible to determine what he’s thinking as he continues to stare.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?”

Your jaw drops. You’ve met more people in your life than you can count and never did a single person start a conversation in such a way.

“Not as far as I’m aware of…?”

“Okay, if you do what Hanna did, I will rip that baby out of your-”

A blond kid speaks up, “Um, Coach, you probably shouldn’t be threatening them on the first day. I just don’t think it’s a good idea to do that when we really need someone to organize our itinerary and keep practice stats. We’re nothing if we don’t have those numbers.”

“Fine, Arlelt. You and Braun stay here, explain how game statistics work and start having her do one-on-ones after. Performance evaluations for all of you.” You watch as Coach Levi’s eyes hover over Eren, who looks less than pleased. You’re not sure what’s going on there, but also can’t bring yourself to care. “Rest of you can go practice.”

As you glance over at the two boys who stayed, it throws you off that you’ve seen both of them before. The little blond one, you’re pretty sure his name is Armin. You’ve seen him walking around with Eren before, but he always looked so out of place in how gentle he is. You’re pretty sure you watched him bump into a trash can and apologize.

The other, however, you don’t think you’ve ever seen a man with such a commanding presence. He’s well-built. You’re pretty sure even a Greek god couldn’t hold up in comparison. You scoff internally, ‘it’s always the fucking volleyball players.’ But there’s something that lingers on your tongue, a conversation revolving around him. Then it hits you, Petra’s gossipped about him before!

“There are some really cute guys on our volleyball team. Did you know that?”

“Not this again, Petra. We’re supposed to be doing our biology homework.”

“Bitch, please. Let me speak. Anyway, there’s this guy on the team, his name is Reiner and oh my god- that is one fine ass man. He’s built like a tank engine. Not only that,” she says, a little giggle follows. “I’ve only heard this from two girls. He says he doesn’t like to hook up a lot, but his head game is insane. Like cum in a minute insane.” 

You stare, “I’m pretty sure that’s impossible, Petra.”

“I don’t know! Hook up with him yourself and you can give me all the juicy details afterwards.” You can only sigh in response, disturbed by your best friend’s inability to study.

But, here he was in the flesh, all 6’2 farmers tan of him. You couldn’t possibly do something so scandalous on your first day, could you? You shake the thought out of your mind as Armin talks.

“Volleyball stats are relatively easy to get the hang of. You just need to watch pretty closely. Even if you do miss something, we record them and you’ll go back through with Eren to make sure everything is recorded properly. Then, you’ll want to convert the numbers of each hit, serve, and pass into percentages compared to how many times it occurred per set.”

Reiner laughs, just a small one, but lord it’s like music to your ears. “Armin, you’re dumping too much info on them at once. It’d probably just be best to just show them the ropes visually and they can go from there. C’mon, let’s have coach set up the camera and record the three-on-three’s that they’re doing now.  We’ll watch the game, I’ll have you watch me record it, and then we’ll go back over it while watching the tape later.”

You nod, feeling just a hint of warmth across your face. Is this even possible, to have a school-girl crush in university? Those days were supposed to be behind you, but you can’t help but have the smallest bit of a smile as you follow him and Armin to speak with Coach Levi.

As you watch Reiner and Armin record the stats, your mind spins with utter confusion. You’re beyond lost, unsure how they’re even keeping up with the sheer amount of movement the players are doing. Dig? Write it down. Set? Write it down. You want to groan, or maybe even just go get dinner as you feel your stomach rumble.

As practice wraps up, your stomach rumbles in pain once again as it craves its next coddling. Reiner glances over from where you two stand, finishing up showing Coach Levi the statistics and getting a dismissive, “make sure it’s right,” instead of an appreciative response. He smiles at you, looking down.

“Gettin’ hungry?” He asks.

“Beyond hungry,” you say, shoulders dropping in defeat. “I’m being tortured. I haven’t eaten since noon. It’s 7 now! It’s criminal that you guys would starve me for so long.” You tease Reiner. He only responds by glancing at the gym door where most of the boys say their goodbyes before tapping out for the night.

“Y’know, I’ve heard I make a mean rice bowl.” 

It didn’t take much convincing for you to follow him back to his dorm room as practice winds down. Upon sitting across from each other at his make-shift dinner table, you learn Reiner is one of the middle blockers, coming at no surprise to you when taking in consideration to his stature. Although, you also learn he was from the countryside and this scholarship was his way out.

“Y’know, I always kinda dreamt of moving to the big city and being able to do what I love. But it’s crazy, man, I still can’t believe I’m here sometimes playing for the top university on the island.” 

Hearing the passion in his voice, you question if it’s right for you to intrude as a manager. Is it okay for you to be in charge of the livelihood of the men who’ve come so far and done so much for their passion? The men who could very well play on Paradis’ Olympic Team in the future? The concern is quickly shoved into your mental locker to be returned to as Reiner asks about watching a movie over some post-dinner snacks and beer. A much needed chance to relax after endless studying, you agree chipperly and move over to his plush couch.

As you two get halfway through Inglourious Basterds, you feel his arm wrap around you and his head turn in your direction. The alcohol running through your system has you heating up just from the skin contact. You blush as Petra’s words return to the forefront of your mind. You turn your head to face him, eyes interlocking with each other. His eyes signal a look of need, not want. You’re not sure if anyone’s ever looked at you like that before. Like a hunter who’ll starve without the meat of the deer he’s trailing.

“You’re so fucking hot” He mutters, you’re surprised a man of his stature can be so quiet. “I don’t think I’ll last with you as our manager.” Reiner closes the gap between the two of you. There’s a slight metallic tinge on his lips, but it’s addicting in the worst of ways and only deepens the experience. You two continue, allowing yourselves to sink into the couch, your body hitting the arm rest. His kiss moves from your lips to your neck, hands beginning to roam until they find purchase underneath your shirt. First, he plays with your bra before making his way under. Reiner moves his lips from your neck gently, almost like he’s scared of making a mistake. He helps you pull your shirt over your head and follows by removing your bra, his delicate touch unhooking the backing.

“You don’t have to be gentle,” you coo to him, lust-filled gazes connecting. “Please, I like it a bit rough, I swear.” He groans into the valley of your breasts.

“Don’t say that shit, I might break you.”

You can only laugh at his words, unfazed by the prospect, if not even more turned on by it. 

“Holy shit, please do,”

“In that case,” He says, voice lower as if weighing his options internally. “Don’t blame me if you limp to practice tomorrow.” Reiner helps you remove your pants before his fingers begin to dance over your body again. The touches are soft as they ghost the outline of your skin, your heart beating as you wait for him to soothe the ache between your legs. You attempt to rub them together for a semblance of friction but his arms find their way to keep them split. His gaze shifts up to you, eyes narrow as if disapproving of your behavior. Reiner’s face then begins to move lower, tongue licking a stripe up the inside of your thigh as his fingers begin to dance over your clit. He moves his face over to meet his fingers, tongue flattening against your clit, which draws a moan of approval from you. It seems evident that it spurs him on further as he begins to speed up his tongue, then switching to sucking your bud and having his fingers delve lower to your hole. Reiner holds eye contact with you as he begins to press one of his monstrous fingers inside of you. 

You can only make a noise of approval as he pushes it further in, approving of how well even one of them feels inside. It heightens your pleasure as he thrusts it forward, keeping his tongue dancing and sucking against your clit in a flurry of movements that have you questioning if Reiner is really a man and not a god in disguise. As he pushes a second large finger in, you cry out much louder than you should be in the dorms. You bite down on your lip to withhold any further noises, but Reiner puts a complete pause on what he’s doing.

“Keep moaning, baby. Let them hear how well you’re getting finger-fucked right now. This is what Armin wanted to be doing to you right now, did you know that?” He lets out a deep laugh, lips and face glistening in the dim lighting of his tv. “Bet you’d like that, though, huh?” His fingers move again and you gasp. “Yeah, you’d fucking love it if I bent you over and fingered you from behind to show off the entire team what a good little pocket pussy you are.”

That’s what tipped you over the edge. In fact, it’s probably disrespectful to feminism that you allow yourself to be finger-fucked while getting off to the disgusting words spewing out of the blond’s mouth. But social constructs be damned if this man didn’t stick his dick in you soon. You clench around his fingers as they continue to move, despite your cum gushing over his fingers.

“You’re fuckin’ nasty. But you’re still not ready for me.”

His face returns to its original spot, blowing hot air on it first as you wriggle at the stimulation. Reiner only adds another finger in response, allowing the three large digits to stretch you out before moving them once again. It feels as if you’re melting around his fingers as your back arches to the stretch. Despite slight discomfort, it’s overwhelmingly pleasurable to feel the expertise in his ways.

It’s not long after he adds another finger that you feel the coil in your stomach once again. As his tongue laps at your clit with a technique unknown to you, you’re about to unravel against his touch once again.

“‘M gonna cum,” you pant out desperately.

“Do it, cum on my fuckin’ tongue.” He replies approvingly, allowing you to take the time you need to ride out the rush to your body. For a second, you feel as if you’re floating in the way your back arches off the couch and your head spins in pure ecstasy. You glance over at Reiner, eyes fixated, as he removes his pants and reveals the thing you’ve been so curious to see. It matches his stature in almost every way, which makes you cringe at the thought of him fitting it in.

“You said you like it rough?” It’s a trap, that much you’re sure of. You glance back down to examine how large he is before you reconfirm, but before you know it, the condom has slipped on and he’s making his way back to you. He asserts his way on top, arms on either side of your head as he leans in to give you a quick kiss. It catches you a bit off guard, the earlier metallic taste has changed into the taste of your own cum and there’s a slight wince as you taste it. You can’t tell if this man is slightly depraved or hot as hell.

“I asked you a question. It’s not nice to ignore me.” 

A loud smack to your clit resounds as you let out a sharp, pleasure-filled gasp. 

“Yes, please,” you whine. It’s slightly pathetic, how you’re behaving for this man, but god be damned if anything were to impede your moment. 

He only grunts in response, lining himself up with your entrance. As he sinks in, you bite your lip to fight the stretch. You attempt to lie back and relax in his touch to allow him in, but he’s just so large. Reiner bottoms out, tip just ghosting against your cervix. He only grants you a few moments to adjust to his size before he’s pounding into you, your cries of pleasure nothing but music to his ears. The tip kissing your cervix is making your brain fuzz beyond anything you’ve felt before, and your walls hug him in intoxicating ways. Reiner grips both of your legs, bringing them onto his shoulders to push in further which earns you a grunt of approval from the larger man. 

He fucks you like he hates you. Every so often, his head falls back, and he lets out grunts of pleasure. His body moves like an artist painting their long-lost lover from only a distant memory, hips ferocious in their assault of your cunt. Reiner flips you over onto your hands and knees after an indiscernible amount of time, your sweat-covered body cringing at the chilly breeze it causes. His pace is still unrelenting from the back, cock feeling as if it’s touching every inch it can inside of you.

“Holy shit,” He cries out. “I’m gonna cum. I wish I could cum inside this pretty little pussy of yours.”

Without another word, except for your moan of approval, Reiner finishes and delicately slides out of you, removing the condom and disposing of it. He arrives back a couple minutes later, towel in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

“So, round two?”

“I’m pretty sure you started my period just now.”

#aot #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #eren x reader #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner smut #attack on titan smut

[sleepingdeath-light]

s/o with a medusa tattoo hcs ; alois & our!ciel

requested by ; squallsimp (10/09/22)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | anime only | main cast

character(s) ; alois trancy, our!ciel phantomhive

outline ; “hellooo!!! Idfk if requests are open, if not please don’t do this thing or whatever idk💀!!

anyways could I request O!Ciel or Alois with a s/o that has a Medusa Tattoo?

(I hope you know what that tattoo means)

Ty! Ilysm and I hope you have a great day/night<33”

warning(s) ; references to past sexual assault, rape and sexual abuse, references to childhood sexual abuse (alois by lord trancy and ciel by the cult — both being either canon or heavily implied in canon), brief reference to canon-typical violence

Alois Trancy

alois doesn’t really have any degree of tact or shame when it comes to prying about other people’s lives — so the moment he spots your tattoo you’d likely be inundated with questions

he wouldn’t know the heavy symbolism behind it, because why would he, but he thinks it looks awesome and wants to know why you got it and who the snake woman is

if you skirt around your answer and just vaguely describe the mythological medusa and such then he’ll back off and hum in agreement before going off somewhere else

but if you’re at a point in your relationship where you feel comfortable enough to discuss the symbolism behind the medusa tattoo specifically well…

then you’ll get to see a very different side to the man you’re courting

he’ll be as quiet as a mouse when you’re speaking, his expression cold and stoney as he just listens

then, when you finish, he’ll take your hand in his and squeeze it gently as he apologises for what you went through and says something that breaks your heart before smiling in a way that doesn’t meet his eyes and asking if you’d like to go inside and have some more tea

‘i was 12,’

he doesn’t ever really elaborate on that and he doesn’t need to in the same way that you don’t need to elaborate on your story

he doesn’t ask you anything else about your tattoo but for a while he’ll falter whenever he sees it — and in the weeks following your conversation you’ll often catch him staring at it with a mixture of sadness and understanding

but he never asks for your story and you never ask for his

because he doesn’t need to know to understand

and eventually things will return to normal, with him being the same eccentric goofball you fell in love with — just being a smidge more protective

Our!Ciel Phantomhive

for a good few years after his parents were murdered, ciel and his twin were held captive and sexually abused by a cult — which ultimately led to his brother’s murder and him forming a contract with sebastian

so he’d be incredibly empathetic and understanding of your trauma — never even considering questioning you on it or, heaven forbid, scolding you for it

in all likelihood he already knew what your tattoo meant before you opened up to him, but he opted to never mention it as he wanted you to be able to control the narrative of your abuse

he wouldn’t have wanted someone to out his trauma so he’d never even breathe a word that could imply he knew before you were ready — if you ever were

the most he’ll do is compliment your tattoo and discuss the mythological history of medusa with you — including the varying tales of her origins — but not going much further than that

if you ever want to tell him the reason why you chose that tattoo, then he’ll sit by your side and listen and offer you whatever comfort you need

and if you never want to discuss it, then he’ll make sure you never have to talk about it with him or anyone else that you don’t want to discuss it with

it’s your narrative, your story, and he’ll be damned if he lets anyone force you to come out about it without your consent

he’d kill before letting that happen — which is exactly what he does, assigning sebastian to give anyone who could be a threat to your mental well-being a true show of ‘phantomhive hospitality’

he’ll be the protector he needed when he was younger

and maybe one day he’ll feel comfortable enough to talk to you about the worst of what he was put through — and maybe go looking for a similar sign for male survivors of such atrocities

but, for now, he was content in the mundane and routine — where you could control what was said and nothing needed to happen unless you, or him, wanted it to

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #black butler x reader #ciel phantomhive x reader #our ciel x reader #ciel x reader #alois trancy x reader #alois x reader #read the trigger warnings

[majorbaby]

Aside from being a Potter hater, I really do think it's a shame we lost Henry because McLean Stevenson was a comedic heavyweight not just as an actor but as a writer, giving us The Trial of Henry Blake and The Army-Navy Game. He was unafraid to commit whole-heartedly to the bit, and while some of Henry's heroism in Trial was probably McLean's positive bias, I think it was nice that we got to see Henry's competence as a doctor shine through despite his incompetence as a CO. On early MASH, this was the sign of a heroic character, so it falls neatly in line with what the narrative was trying to tell us anyway.

"Your boss is not your friend" but Henry didn't want to be anyone's boss and he doesn't appear to be suffering any delusions that he's any good at the job. He wants to hang out with the cool kids, Hawkeye and Trapper and do the things they do: get drunk, fuck around, practice medicine and dream of home. I can't think of a show that's replicated the Henry-Trapper-Hawkeye dynamic.

Any time Henry tries to use his rank, he ends up flat on his ass. Women reject him for it, Hawkeye and Trapper pull fast ones on him, and he never lives up to Burns and Houlihan's expectations anyway.

At one point Henry muses aloud to Hawkeye that he might be getting to do more interesting work as a doctor in the war than he was doing back home. I think this is one time I can actually stand to hear the other side of it. What Henry is expressing here is a disillusionment with comforts of upper-middle-to-upper-class suburban life, a very How did I get here??? moment for him if I may say so. And a pretty normal thing for him to feel.

I like how Larry Gelbart imagined Trapper might've responded to a similar hypothetical:

REPORTER: Do you feel this experience has in any way helped you as a doctor?

TRAPPER JOHN: Let me ask you a question: just how many people you figure’re going to be carried into my office someday with a chunk of shrapnel sticking out of their heads? I don’t know where you live, pal, but where I come from very few folks ever step on a landmine in the middle of trying to cross the street.

Instead of Henry coming to this himself, we have Hawkeye to shoot him down immediately, and good on him for it, but those kinds of initial reflections on the state of one's life are the first step to doing something about one's dissatisfaction. For a character like Henry, who isn't often moved to do anything that pushes him outside of his comfort zone, I like this as some depth for him. And I would've liked to have seen him stay on and be proved wrong, you know, without him dying on the way to his beautiful house, beautiful wife etc.

I also think McLean would've handled the shift from the more comedic to dramatic moments masterfully. We already see pieces of it in Sometimes You Hear the Bullet and Abyssinia Henry.

And most importantly we lost something when the incompetent draftee CO was replaced by the on-my-third-war-ex-cavalry-man-and-damn-proud-of-it guy. There's an assumed 'respect' everyone, even Hawkeye, is expected to afford Potter if not for his rank, then his age. This is the opposite of what was done with Henry, where Hawkeye and Trapper openly flouted the notion that they should respect Henry because of his rank.

Like even if Trapper had stayed on and continued in his unquestioning support of Hawkeye's campaigns, I don't think that would've flown with Potter unless the show was willing to make him the butt of the joke the way that Henry sometimes was and indeed there's not much evidence of it ever happening post season 4. There is that one episode where he gets high and the gang ferry him back and forth to get him to requisition supplies - which was great, and very Henry-like but I can't think of many other examples.

Because MASH was progressive for it's time, it's very interesting to see where it draws the line. It didn't do great with race, it was so-so with women all the way through... but these things seem pretty obvious and to some even forgivable on account of "it's the product of its time". I think another limit for the show was the treatment of the highest-ranking officer on the base in the later years. Henry vs. Potter - Henry who the show had no problem trampling over and Potter who it very politely tip-toed past, resulting in some comparatively lukewarm and dated statements on authority. When it comes to Potter "Your boss is not your friend" is something Hawkeye, BJ, Klinger and Radar all need to hear.

#mash #re: mash #henry meta #potter meta #this ended up being potter vs henry anyway but that's one fandom war i will gladly make my militant stance very clear on

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE CHARACTER SONG Vol.7 Seiron Syndrome by Mukami Yuma Mini Drama ”A Sweet Lesson”

Original title: 甘美な教え

Source: Diabolik Lovers CHARACTER SONG Vol. 7 Mini Drama

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: As a teacher who also taught at middle school for one year, I totally sympathize with the MC in having to try and teach someone who clearly does not care about learning at all lol. Although I guess in Yuma’s case, it’s a little more justified since these guys have been alive for a long time and they can perfectly survive without getting their degree so it must be pretty annoying to have to keep up with high school. :p Especially someone like Yuma who clearly wants to work with his hands and not with his brains. 

Yuma bursts into your room. 

“ーー Oi, Sow!! Teach me this school shit! ...If I don’t pass the upcomin’ midterms, Ruki will have my head on the choppin’ block for real.”

He walks up to you.

“Ah, god...What’s the big deal ‘bout gettin’ a couple of bad grades? Vampires don’t even need school for anythin’...! Come on, make some space for me at yer desk!”

*Rustle*

Yuma takes a seat.

“I brought the textbook and my notes with me, but I honestly have no fuckin’ clue what any of this shit means. ...I want ya to help me remember everythin’! Then if I still fail regardless, I can at least put the blame on ya instead...Right?”

“Ah, fuck off...! All ya need to do is do a proper job, right!? Get started already!”

You start teaching him.

*Scribble scribble*

“...I’ve never even heard of a grammar rule like that.” 

You frown.

“I can’t help it...! God, shut up! I just gotta get it inside my head, right!? Argh, damnit!”

*Crunch*

“...Ah? Ya want me to stop chewin’ sugar? Don’t ya know!? The brain needs carbs to remember all this crap!”

*Crunch*

*Flip*

“Ah! T-The doodles on that page areーー It’s nothin’ important!”

You chuckle.

“Hey, don’t laugh! Fuck...”

*Scribble scribble*

“...Why do we need midterms anyway? Damnit, I can’t be bothered with this shit...”

*Thud*

You flinch.

“God...Stop gettin’ scared over every lil’ thing. ...Whatever. I’ll just tell Ruki that it’s yer fault that I failed my exams. See ya!”

Yuma tries to leave but you stop him.

*Rustle*

“...!? Che...Don’t tug onto my clothes...”

You try to reason with him.

“...Hah? Ya can bet yer ass that I’m tellin’ him it’s yer fault! I don’t give a damn ‘bout how ya feel ‘bout it!”

You pout.

“Ahー Fuck! I wanna just go and water my plants already! So what if I’ve been failin’ my tests!? I’m goin’ to school at least so isn’t that the most important thing!?”

You tell him that he could always repeat his year.

“Ya really think I’m gonna stoop to the same level as that fuckin’ Sakamaki NEET and be held back a year!? God...! I just gotta do this shit, right!? ...But I’m only doin’ this one page today! ...’Kay, shoot me some questions. I gotta explain what these words mean, right?”

You pose question one.

“Haah...? I’ve never even heard of that word before...! I bet yer pronunciation just sucks! Read it one more time.

You repeat the word.

“Haha...Hahaha...Nah, got no clue. ...Ahー This isn’t gettin’ anywhere...I think I’ll go tell Ruki that yer a lousy tutor after all. ...Ah...This pisses me off...I’ll have some Sugar-chaーー”

*Cling*

“Ah!? Che...The jar’s empty...”

*Rustle*

“Hey, gimme yer blood. ...My irritation level has reached its peak now that I’ve run out of sugar on top of bein’ forced to study.”

He pins you down.

*Thud*

“I think I might feel a lil’ better if I have a sip of yer blood...Come on, where do ya want me to bite ya? Tell me.”

You protest.

“Haah!? ‘Let me go’!? God...That wasn’t the question...Guess I gotta punish that mouth of yers for spoutin’ bullcrap...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Ugh...”

 Yuma bites you.

*Sluuuurp*

“Nnh...Hah...Does it hurt, huh? Don’t talk back...It’d be a shame if yer blood were to drip down from the side of yer lips and go to waste...Nnh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“It’s kinda sweet...I bet you’ve been snackin’ on my Sugar-chan behind my back, haven’t ya?”

You shake your head.

“Don’t lie. Nnh...”

*Sluuuurp*

*Rustle rustle*

“Hahn...Nnh...Both yer lips and yer blood are kinda sweet for some reason...Anyway, guess I’ll suck from here next...Nnh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“...Hah. What? You’re tremblin’...Are ya expectin’ more perhaps? Hehe...Ya really are a Sow at heart. I can’t believe you’re gettin’ a kick outta havin’ yer blood sucked...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hah...No more studyin’, huh? Hehe. Guess we’re partners in crime now.”

*Rustle*

“It’s all yer fault...So ya better don’t think ya can get out of this...Hahn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“I’ll savor ya thoroughly...Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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I’m not sure if you’re still taking Halloween requests but can you please write a Baji, chifuyu, and (if you write for him) Ryusei x reader haunted maze with prompts 5 and 11

Thank you so much!

hey love! Thanks for requesting! It’s a little short and I just COULDNT fit in the quote for the life of me, but I really wanted to do this sooo (Hanma was added in as a bonus).

I also needed chifuyu after the new chapter…

Hope you enjoy <33

GOING TO A HAUNTED MAZE W/ THEM

reader is gender neutral!

characters: baji, chifuyu, Hanma, and ryusei

tw: cursing

BAJI

Now, I’m not gonna lie, Baji acts like he’s a tough guy. And he is…just not in the way you’d imagine.

Like in the haunted house, Baji most definitely resorts to violence immediately in a maze too. Someone jumps at him, scares him, he punches them, and they get knocked out. The only person he doesn’t do that with is the chainsaw person.

He knows damn well he can’t beat a chainsaw.

Unfortunately, 99.999% he gets kicked out of maze. He always curses out the security guards and the actors along the way saying, “they made it too scary”. It’s funny really. And at this point you’ve gotten used to the whole mess. You both have been kicked out of mazes multiple times. The security guards even know your name because of it!

The only maze that you haven’t gotten kicked out of was the first one where the actors were allowed to touch you. Did Baji knock every single actor who touched him? Yes. But did they have it coming? Also, yes.

The problem with that maze was the fact you guys got super lost…and I mean SUPER lost.

In the other mazes, you’re always being escorted out. But with that one, you weren’t and of course you got lost. After all, Baji isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, and that maze was such a mess that you got lost in an instant. Baji punching actors left and right, and you constantly making wrong turns and finding dead ends, things just got terrible.

Eventually, you both got so lost that even Baji was loosing his shit.

You ended up needing to get rescued, which, by the way, was just embarrassing. The walk of shame out of there was horrible for both you and Baji. Neither of you ever lived that down.

Needless to say, you didn’t go back to that haunted maze. Any other haunted maze though, is fine.

You’ll get kicked out anyway!

 RYUSEI

Ryusei is honestly the best, yet worst person to go to a haunted maze.

The guy gets a kick out of these things. Any scary movie, scary house, scary maze, is just a fun thing for him! He laughs whenever the actors jump at them and pats them on the back like a friend would. The few actors who actually made him flinch got some money from him, legit. That rarely happens though.

Yeah, he’s definitely a crazy guy. Even in the mazes where people can touch you, he just does his signature laugh and continues. It’s honestly interesting.

The bad part about being in a maze with him is how he makes fun of you.

He absolutely will taunt the shit out of you. Every little jump you make, he’s pointing it out and laughing at you. He always has this wide smirk and just laughs at you, picking apart every little moment.  Hell, he’s definitely snuck his phone in and taken videos of your worst moments. He’s got them in a black mail folder.

It’s truly horrifying, especially when he points out the genuinely embarrassing things. He will never let you live down any of those things.

On the bright side, Ryusei will happily go first in the maze. And he’ll let you cling onto him (with some grief, of course). Sometimes he even scares off the actors with his laughs. Of course, he somehow has a great sense of direction and can guide you out of the maze in like a half-hour.

It’s impressive if anything.

Overall, going to a haunted house with Ryusei is hell. But hey at least he has fun!

  CHIFUYU

Poor Chifuyu. He’s just a scaredy cat.  He can’t handle any of this stuff.

Now, don’t get me wrong. He definitely tries to act like he’s tough. He always tells you beforehand that he will “protect you” and that “you can cling onto him.” He even offers to go first, just so he can “protect you”.

Yeah, that definitely didn’t happen. If anything, the opposite did.

Seriously. At the first jump scare, Chifuyu was screaming like a little girl and trying to get as far away from the actor as possible. He immediately hid behind you and used you as a shield. He even went as far as shoving his in front of you.

That was pretty much what the rest of that maze was like.

If someone was chasing after him, he’d run in front and shove you behind him. If an actor jump scared him, he quivered behind you and made sure to shove you in front. He ended up shoving his face in your shoulder for most of the maze, so he barely even saw the jump scares.

Yeah, he’s a wuss.

By the end of the maze, he was pretty much clinging onto you like the world depended on it. Even after you got guided out of the maze, he would not let you go. He pretty much clung to you until the next day, where he finally relaxed.

It was truly traumatizing for him…so maybe don’t go to a haunted maze with him again. He might just shit himself if he goes again.

 HANMA

We all know how Hanma is. In any other situation, he’s a batshit crazy guy who’s into all the creepy stuff. If anything, he’s IS the creepy stuff. And he, of course, is that same crazy, creepy guy in haunted mazes.

He has never once even FLINCHED in a haunted maze. Not when someone has jumped right in his face, not someone has chased him, not when someone literally GRABS him. He just laughs and then taunts the hell out of the actor.

The poor actors honestly. The guy will literally bend down, grin right in their face, and then absolutely rip them apart. He’ll call them weak, start ripping apart their appearance, their jobs, their lives. He’ll literally ruin them in anyways possible. You’ve seen a couple actors cry from it. It’s honestly sad.

Even worse, he scared the people around him too…kids included.

Of course, Hanma just carries on like nothing happened, and laughs it off. He really does just get a kick out of it. He is a freaky guy.

Your time in the maze, naturally, gets ruined from Hanma’s antics, which you expect. But at least you have the actual maze to look forward too, right? Nope. Hanma is so tall he can just peak over the maze and see where to go.

What can I say, the guy is a giraffe.

Overall, don’t take Hanma to the haunted maze. The guy will probably make a child cry…again.

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[𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄]’𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐗 , the overblot gang + kalim, malleus, & epel.

..in which [name] has peak music taste. gn reader. — i am falling back into metal and its amazing so ofc [name] HAS to like it too 😊 however im falling down the spiritbox hole again so itll rlly just be based on that

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS.

little man is insulted that youd listen to metal

i dont see him listening to it at all

hes like my nonna who physically recoils when she hears it

anyways say ur phone magically came to twst with you and all of ur playlists are still there so boom

play whitechapel and he explodes. bro goes off with ur head for the whole year and you walk with SHAME

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR.

bro probably listens to deftones

i can see him listening to deftones

this is my hc

but is deftones metal 🤨 idk man it says its alternative metal so yeag

you can probably play any music on the aux and he wouldnt mind i think?? but i see him hating country because me too leona

but if you dont look like the type of person who listens to metal (bc me too) then hes like damn alr

if he did tho i think hed like whitechapel idk but i donr see him liking death metal or just vv heavy stuff

THIS IS TURNING JNTO WHAT BANDA SOME CHARACTERS WOULD LIKE INSTEAD OF THEM EITHER HATING OR LOVING THE MUSIC HELP ME

AZUL ASHENGROTTO.

a man of class who doesnt listen to metal but respects it bc hes like the only one here who would most likely know it takes talent

stan azul bc i do

no but hed probably enjoy the 1.5 songs that dont involve the screaming or growling, so probably hickory creek from whitechapel or constance by spiritbox yk

anyways azul does not like it but bro wont make u do the walk of shame bc of it like RIDDLE

idk what else to put but i can see him liking a little bit of ghost…. because i do… a lot… and i like azul.. a lot…

next character now bc idk what to put

KALIM AL-ASIM.

hes probably the one to ask what music you listen to lets be real

like ‘oh hey [name] what type of music do you like? :)’ probably expecting pop or indie or whatever but nah bro u like metal… and he like oh ok

doesnt matter what kind just metal

he would also not like it bc yeah but hed also think its cool i think

hes honest abt it too 😭 ‘oh sorry [name] i dont like it that much but its cool’ because its kalim <3

no but seriously i cant think of a band hed like tbh

JAMIL VIPER.

do u know how much i was struggling to type his last name like good lord. it went from biper to bipee to vipee and to viper… like elaria…. thats so easy… stop

the consequences of having autocorrect off

moving on i don’t necessarily see him listening to metal

maybe deftones too… or ghost… but like .0005 of their songs… just yk… imo…

anyways wouldnt care at all what music u listen to

just is like alr and goes back to whatever

we stan jamil. get yourself a jamil. why? BC I NEES ONE AND NO ONE I KNOW IRL LISTENS TO METAL OR DEATH METAL OR ANYTHING AND WHEN I PLAY IT THEY YELL AT ME AND ACT LIKE I COMMITTED MURDER

its rough out here guys

VIL SCHOENHEIT.

youre done for

you are literally not allowed 100 meters around him

the MINUTE you play any sort of band classified as metal you are condemned to hell

i know for a FACT he would hate metal because

its fucking metal and its vil what do u expect him to listen to slaughter to prevail and go around moshing??? no. no u dont. becaus ehe wouldnt.

he does not tolerate metal at all. ghost? no. slipknot? absolutely not. whitechapel? why dont u go worship the devil (do they have an equivalent to the devil in twst idk) while ur at it because vil schoenheit in all his glory hates metal.

EPEL FELMIER.

metalhead epel would be canon but we all know he listens to country

lets be real tho hed listen to it to spite vil

maybe… maybe… u can make him listen to it… and hed maybe like it… and youll have a metal music buddy…

honestlt just say ‘vil doesnt like metal’ and hes probably blasting infant annihilator bc i think its funny

other than that epel does not care for metal. however hes probably like one of the others who doesnt care if u play it

i mean i can see him listening to avatar?? specifically black waters and the eagle has landed… but black waters mainly

idk because i have not written for epel before and i haven’t played the pomefiore chapter in a month so i dont remember lol

IDIA SHROUD.

lets be real bro listens to indie

a mitski fan. cries to nobody every night. he does not touch the metal genre.

anyways im gonna say this and hes a metalhead isnt he

oyher than that he has control of the aux BECAUSE HE DOESNT LEAVE HIS FUCKING ROOM. HOW WILL HE HAVE AN OPINION ON METAL WHEN HE DOES NOT LET ANYONE PLAY ANYTHING BC HE CANT BE BOTHERED TO GO TOUCH SOME GRASS HUH??????

i am an IDIA HATER. IDIA SHROUD ANTI. I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THAT I KIN HIM.

other than that only listens to indie of lofi idc what anyone else says im right.

MALLEUS DRACONIA.

the average classical music enjoyer

i believe he enjoys classical music or no music at all however bc its malleus everyone thinks he listens to a band that is called smth like DEATH BLOOD MAGIC INFANT KILLER GRAVE ROBBER ZOMBIE DICK but he just would listen to classical music because i said so

this poor man is dubbed a metalhead while he probably doesnt even know one sub-genre of metal

this poor guy cant catch a break

its okay malleus. you are the only one here who has peak music taste and thats okay

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So You Want To Tango? Part 1 (18+)

Stepbro! Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!PlusSize! Reader (Soft!Dark!Ransom)

Summary: All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.

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Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Soft!Dark!Ransom, slight smut-a lot more in future part(s), swearing, ransom being an ass, kinda blackmail, unwanted groping/sexual harassment, choking, manhandling, humiliation, degradation, slut shaming, threats, virgin!reader, angst, mentions of self-deprecation/body issues. 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 1,678

A/N: two posts in one day, who am I??? Damn, I’ve been writing a lot of chris evans’ characters being degrading, sexy assholes, but they are so??? I just really wanted to get this one out there bc I’m excited to start on the next part! Not sure how this will develop in terms of how many parts there will be; probably depends on if people are into this storyline ig. Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

“Ransom, please!” You scampered after the tall, sweater-clad man as he stormed down the upper hallway. It was obvious where he was heading so you sped up your pace as fear and embarrassment flooded through your veins. 

He didn’t even glance over his shoulder as his patronizing reply bounced off the walls back to you. “No, sunshine! You act like a whore-” he swung open the doors of the second floor balcony and stepped into the dim light of the setting sun- “you get treated like a whore.”

You stopped short of the open doors, staring desperately at the bundle of clothing he held in his tight fist. In his other hand, he held your favorite pair of Brian Atwood sneakers. You looked back up at his face and saw his malicious smile. He was enjoying this.

You hesitated at the doorway, covering your bare tits with both arms, you still had on a pair of thin, lacy panties, but that didn’t make you feel any less naked. Shame coursed through your body as Ransom held his arm out, dangling your garments over the railing.

“Ransom, don’t-“

“Uh-uh, sunshine. If you want these back, you’re gonna have to beg.” His eyes gleamed with delight.

Yours brimmed with tears as you stared down at your shoeless feet. “P-please give me my clothes back, Ransom. I need them, I don’t have anything else to wear.” You hung your head low as you forced out the distraught plea. Ransom may have been an ass, but you never thought he’d go this far to humiliate you.

“Well, that was a piss-poor apology,” he scoffed. “Anyway, I think what you’re wearing now is perfect.” He threw one of your shoes over the railing and you leaped forward, reaching out your hands in a fruitless attempt to stop him. You did your best not to think about your now exposed breasts. The shoe squelched as it landed in a muddy puddle on the ground and you let out a muted wail. Before you covered your tits back up, you caught Ransom ogling the bare orbs without shame. He was the real whore.

“Ransom, stop, this isn’t a game! That one’s completely ruined now! At least give me back the other one,” you whined, not caring that you were making such a scene over a pair of shoes. But they weren’t just a pair of shoes, and he knew that.

“What does it matter? You have plenty of shoes, what makes these so special?” He twirled the other one in his hand, goading you. He knew exactly why they mattered– your mom had given them to you before she passed away three years ago, and you treasured anything of hers that hadn’t been tainted by his corrupt family. “If you’d really wanted them back, you would’ve gotten down on your knees and begged for forgiveness. Are you really too proud to apologize?”

Your head was still spinning with how quickly the evening had turned south. How was it that one moment you were about to finally lose your virginity to a guy you barely knew, and then the next, Ransom was busting down the door, throwing his own friend onto the street, and stealing your clothes away? And as what, some kind of punishment?”

“What do you mean ‘apologize’? What do I have to apologize for?”

He flung your other shoe over the edge and you let out a strangled cry of remorse. “You mean you don’t understand the damage your behavior has on my reputation? My own stepsister, fucking one of my sleazeball friends? In my own home? Are you too stupid to not know how your whorish actions reflect back on me? Not only have you proven how much of a cock-slut you are, but also how much empty space you’ve got in that pretty little head of yours.”

Now tears were streaming down your face. Your whole body quaked with barely contained fury, fueled by your hatred for your stepbrother. All you could do was put up an angry front to hide how much his criticism stung. “Jesus Christ! I was just trying to lose my fucking v-card! Which has nothing to do with you, by the way, but you had to be your usual narcissistic, selfish, unreasonably-controlling, hot-headed self! You’ve slept with too many women to count, and you’re gonna slut shame me?! You’re a fucking hypocrite, Ransom!”

Ransom’s face clouded with rage, but there were more emotions than that swirling in his shadowed expression. He stepped away from the ledge and tossed your clothes at your feet. Before you could crouch down to scoop them up, though, he reached forward and snatched up your jaw, holding you in place.

“First thing, sunshine, if you ever use that tone with me again, I will throw you out on the street, naked and hogtied.” You couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine at his threat. “Second, I don’t give a rat’s ass about how many women I’ve slept with because you are not them and you are certainly not me, so your actions actually have consequences in this male-dominated world, which you should know by now.” 

His grip on your chin loosened and he reached his other arm around you and squeezed your plentiful ass. You squeaked but didn’t dare say anything in protest. You were terrified of his famously volatile temper. You knew just how cruel Ransom could be, and it went far beyond throwing some clothes off a balcony.

“Third thing, don’t give me that shitty, faux innocence game. We both know this ass has been around the block plenty. You’ve always taken after your mother.” At that, he narrowed his eyes and gave your ass a sharp slap. You yelped and tried to jump away, but he dug his hand in, kneading the plump flesh, keeping you close to his towering form.

You wanted to slap him and wipe that shit-eating grin off his face. How dare he talk about your mother that way, but part of you was distracted by how terribly good his fondling felt. On top of being a virgin in your twenties, you had next to none sexual experience of any kind. Unbidden by you, your body was reacting to the unfamiliar forceful touch. Especially when it came from Ransom of all people. He sent your blood boiling– both from his asshole behavior and from the electric tension you’d always felt in his presence.

You matched his gaze, hoping your watery glare hid the beat of your heat thrumming through your chest. “It’s not a lie, Ransom,” you noticed the sudden tick in his jaw at your words, but went on, “I’ve been sheltered my whole life– I went to a fucking all-girls Catholic school for christ’s sake. Plus, my social skills are shit, so my college life is far from the playboy, party lifestyle you like to maintain. It also doesn’t help that I have stretch marks and cellulite, while all the other girls I’m surrounded by are stick-thin and look like models. So excuse me for taking advantage of an opportunity to finally hook up with a ready and willing guy. But no! Respect for my boundaries doesn’t apply to the almighty Ransom Drysdale! Protector of my virginity, guardian of my love life! You know what, it was a mistake to try and fuck Tod here, guess I’ll just have to go over to his place to get the deed done. Then I can save us all the embarrassment.”

The hand gripping your jaw jumped to your neck and squeezed, his thick fingers pressing into the sides of your throat. He leaned closer, rage shimmering in his eyes. “I would rather lock you up in the basement and let you rot, then let that dick lay one fucking finger on you.”

His grip stayed tight around your neck and he closed the distance, pressing his front flush to yours. You tried to exclaim when you felt something poking at your nether regions, but any sound you attempted to make was shot down by his tight fist constricting your airways. Ransom’s lips hovered a hair’s breadth away from yours, his hot breath mingling with your own gasping pants.

 “I get it though, when you get to be your age without having a dick shoved up your needy little hole, you open your legs up to whatever comes your way.” He ground his hips into yours. You felt lightheaded from the lack of air and the blood rushing to your barely concealed center. “So, if you want to learn how to do the devil’s tango-” he finally released his grip on your throat, but before you could gulp down a breath of air, he tangled his hand in your hair and crashed his lips into yours.

It wasn’t even a kiss–not that you’d had many–it was teeth gnashing and tongues fighting and animalistic grunts and growls of long-hidden wants and forbidden pleasure. He pulled away with a satisfied groan. His lust-filled eyes looked crazed. He pushed on your ass to grind you against him further. You couldn’t hold back your moan when he rubbed against your clothed core. You were completely shocked and ashamed at your guttural reaction.

His pleased smirk spelled trouble and he leaned down again, his breath brushing your sensitive ear, and growled, “-then I’ll be happy to teach you how to dance like the slut you were always meant to be-” You mewled when he reached down and cupped your pussy, smashing his palm against your clit- “and show you who really owns this cunt: me.”

He patted your cheek and backed away, his eyes devouring every exposed curve and roll on full display for his pleasure. He palmed his cock over his designer slacks and winked. “I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow.” His eyes shone with devious excitement. “Now put some clothes on. You look like a hooker.” With that, he sauntered past you, leaving you to sink in your own pit of disgust and guilt… and anticipation.

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[riddle-me-ri]

A/N: No real explanation for this, it’s just a super, super self-indulgent piece for me to do a character deep dive into Jervis Tetch. Don’t mind me! Lol. I was stuck between doing this with either Arkhamverse or BTAS Jervis(pls request btas jervis i only have one idea for him and its meh to me rip), but decided to just do a general overall version of him. I bring up a lot of familiar character beats and woes so this can really fit most Jervi anyway. There’s a hint of smut but nothing crazy, cause it’s not entirely what it’s about. 

and I guess a wee late b-day gift for @mischievous-marchie they’re mostly to blame for this anyway given the few deep discussions we’ve had in general lmao. 

Trigger Warnings: depressive and anxious thoughts, venting, explicit sexual content (handjobs all about Jervis here sorry not sorry), mentions of violence and criminal acts, and strong language

Word Count: 3.4 k

General Mad Hatter x Reader - Love and Suds

One of the most dangerous places for anyone to go is the deep recesses of their own brain. 

People often spend many years trying to repress their horrid anxious inducing memories of their shortcomings. 

Jervis found himself lamenting his very life, in the cold solitude of his tiny living room in his tiny apartment. 

On his lucid days, he's aware…he's there in reality, painfully aware of everything; past and present.  

Jervis sees what he's done, and it shudders his whole body in shame. He doesn't mean to hurt anyone. He doesn't mean to take away their free will…well most of them anyhow. 

It's just how else can he be noticed? Be respected and be shown an iota of love? That's all anyone really needs right? That's all everyone wants. 

Suffice it to say, people want things from Jervis…they want them all the time. But never the man himself.

Fellow rogues and evil masterminds constantly come to steal or bargain for a smidgen of his technology. 

He hates to admit the times he agreed to such dealings, whether it was for the money or just a shot at actually developing some kind of alliance.

Only for it all to be spit back in his face. Nobody wanted Jervis the person…just the genius and what he could provide. 

No, Jervis was always too freakish, too awkward, too…creepy to some. 

Jervis could feel the walls slowly caving in on himself. 

All his atrocities from his raging escapades to find companionship only to find someone wasn't the one or only to be taken for a fool and used all this time. 

Which caused him to lash out in the most violent ways…

All the times he was used, chewed on and spit back out, no longer of use to them or anyone really. 

His fingers raked through his hair. Nails scratching at his scalp, fingertips pulling at his hair strands. 

He just wanted to make his Wonderland a reality. He wanted to find happiness in reality but it just wasn't possible so he had to resort to desperate…horrible…measures. 

"Didn't want to…I didn't want to…wanted company, wanted to feel loved, respected…h-h-heard…" 

Heard…heard..what's that noise?

Someone was knocking at his door.

Jervis blinked rapidly. Trying to come back into the external after spiraling into his internal conflicts. 

Who could it be? He debated just staying quiet and staying put and continuing his downward spiral. 

Yet, much like Alice of old, he was curious. 

Jervis slowly, almost reluctantly approached the door. He looked through the peephole. 

Oh, it was you. What're you doing here?

"Jervis? Are you there? I haven't heard from you…" 

Guilt welled up in his gut like bile in his throat he wanted to puke. In all his damning thoughts, you were completely void of them. Probably because you're one of the only few people in the whole world that seemed genuine. 

You…actually seemed to like him for him. Something so rare there were many days Jervis found it hard to believe you existed. 

Yet, he knew he didn't have any chips on you. Jervis has looked you over a time or two to ensure he didn’t plant one on your during any of his stupors. 

There you were though. You were a free roaming person…that willingly came to see him. 

Jervis slowly unlocked the door and was greeted by your bright relieved smile. 

"Oh my god, Jervis you're okay! I-I haven't heard from you. You haven't invited me over in awhile…umm, can I come in?" 

Back in Jervis' days before his Mad Hatter escapades, you were the only one that showed him any friendly camaraderie. 

You, of course, being the only one wasn't enough to prevent Jervis from succumbing to his last resort for more connections and more semblance of respect he lacked. 

Many times, Batman and the psychiatrists at Arkham called upon you to help him, but it was like talking to a bunch of brick walls when they asked for your opinion. 

Jervis nodded and stepped to the side and let you in. 

You looked around at the clear disarray of his living room. Blankets and comforters were scattered on the couch and floor. Lamp shades torn off. Cups and saucers littered and stacked on the table and floor. 

You hung your bag up by the door and took off your shoes, before looking back over to Jervis. 

He had definitely seen better days as well. 

His hair was coated in grease, his face sweaty and paler than usual. He looked like he had been wearing the same forest green bathrobe for days if not weeks. 

Jervis was rocking on the heels of his feet as he let you take in the outer representation of his inner turmoil and depression. 

"I…um…" Jervis tried to speak up. His heart cracked as you waited on him to continue with sincere ears. 

"Wasn't planning on having company…" He scratched behind his ear, nervously. 

"It's okay, I did pop in unannounced but…I was worried–" You began to explain your motive but was cut off. 

"Why? W-why bother…" 

You quirk your eyebrow at him for a moment. "Because I care about you…I know I haven't been around much and I feel guilty for it but I just wanted-"

"Don't waste your time or breath on me…I'm far from forgiveness and beyond help…"

You walked over and attempted to grab his hands in yours. "Jervis, that's not true, who told you that?" 

Jervis looked down at his feet, as his hands rested in yours but didn't return your endearing grip. 

You had a tight smile as Jervis decided to stop responding to you. He tended to shut down when words became too much, swirling in his head between the rhymes, his thoughts, and what he wishes to say. 

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. But I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry it took me so long to come back." 

You started running some water into the bathtub. Occasionally putting your hand through the water until it was warm enough to start filling the tub.

Jervis was still in the living room. Too exhausted to really argue with you to leave him be. Plus deep down he supposes he was glad to see you, before things got too dark again. 

"Hey, Jervy!" 

His heart skipped a beat, you hadn't called him that in…years. 

He turned his head down the corridor and saw your head sticking out of the bathroom. 

"I ran you a warm bath, you don't have to wash or anything, just relax, yeah? I'll pick up a little in the living room in the meantime…" You offered. 

You, you did what? You're going to do that? 

Panic softly set in, he knows this feeling. 

Something he's always felt for you, but reserved it. Pushed it down. Not wanting to hurt you after so long…or worse, like he did to most…

He hopped off the couch and made his way to the bathroom. Your smile almost made him smile back in return. 

"Just take it easy, I'll be back in a bit with a change of clothes. Just yell for me if you need anything." You pat him on the shoulder, before closing the door and you start cleaning up the living room. 

Jervis had to admit, it did feel nice being in here. The water felt like an engulfing warm hug, slowly rinsing off the grime, sweat, and dirt off his skin. The warm water caused his skin to redden a soft pink. 

His swarming thoughts from before still lingered but they were much fuzzier. Hidden behind some weird mental fog. 

The weight remained however as he fought on how to conduct himself with you. He could hear you moving around just outside the door. The clinking of dishes, the roaring of a vacuum. 

A knocking sound broke him once again from his reverie. 

"Are you doing okay, Jervy?" 

No response. Jervis tried to move his mouth and conduct words but nothing came out. 

"I'm coming in, okay? So…hide yourself." You chuckled softly. 

You entered the bathroom and were happy to see he at least got into the tub. You wanted to ask how he was, but felt it would fall on deaf ears. You set his change of clothes by the bathroom door. 

"Here, you don't need to do anything, but…" You walked over to the side of the tub, making Jervis slightly jump. 

"Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you, but, we gotta do something with this hair, okay? Will you let me wash it?" 

Jervis hated to admit it but that sounded splendid right now. He was sick of his hair sticking to his face and being everywhere. He nodded. 

You smiled brightly, excited for the positive response. "Thank you, I promise I'll be gentle."

"N-no…uh…thank you…" Jervis mumbled. 

"Don't mention it. I just wish I got here sooner. Looks like you had tea parties without me." You joked, giggling softly. 

He softly mustered an amused scoff in return. You were always one to entertain his Wonderland fixation. You didn't question it or ridicule it. You understood and encouraged it. Even made a claim to being The March Hare (or The Dormouse on days when you were particularly sleepy and longed for a nap.)

You got behind Jervis' head with the bottle of shampoo and conditioner by your side and a couple of rags. You put a generous amount of shampoo in your hand and began scrubbing his strands. 

The contact was really nice and felt amazing. Better than all the beatings from Batman or the Arkham Asylum wards he was used too. 

He almost whined when you stopped. "Jervis…I'm gonna need you to breathe for me, okay?"

Jervis didn't even realize he was holding in his breath as you scrubbed his scalp. After a moment he slowly exhaled and began breathing in and out. You continued washing and rinsing his hair before repeating the process with conditioner. 

You two sat in comfortable silence with the occasional sloshing of water whenever you had to rinse Jervis' hair. 

The swelling panic deep in Jervis' gut was throbbing at this point…along with something else. 

You weren't under his mind control. 

You were still your own being. How were you so nice? You know better than anyone what he's capable of, but you choose to come anyway and you chose to stay. No matter how much distance he tried to keep from you so he didn't result in his usual…antics. 

There was no denying his feelings for you anymore, in this vulnerable and intimate state. He loves and adores you. His only friend, his March Hare…he just didn't know how to respond or react…how they say…appropriately. 

"Y-you don't have to stay here any longer. You're free to leave." Jervis came back up from rinsing the rest of the conditioner out of his hair. 

"Jervis…if you want me to go. I can, but I don't want to. I've missed you and I wanna help you." Your hands were still on either side of him in the water. 

"Why? Why do you wanna stay? Knowing very well what I can do…what I do to…what I've done." 

You took your hand out of the water and cupped his chin in the palm of your hand so he could look at you.

"Jervis, I've known you for a decade…and you've never not once offered or tricked me with any mind control whatsoever. And you want to know why?" 

Jervis nodded, but you still answered anyway. 

"Because you don't need to. You know you don't need to. And you never will need too. I can't tell you how many times I've tried to explain that to that dark dingus." You rolled your eyes at the mention of Batman. 

You could count on both hands and then some the nights that Batman was literally breaking and entering into your home to ask about Jervis and what made you special. 

It's because you were fucking kind to him. You liked Jervis. He's quirky, intelligent, and can be kind but you could only be so kind anymore after the world kicked you down so many times. 

You wondered just how small Batman's so-called "rogues gallery" would be if people were kinder to others and didn't seek to take advantage of other human beings. 

It saddened you immensely to see him go down the path he did when there was no way for you to interfere but you couldn't say it surprised you either. 

You looked back into his eyes, your hands moving from his chin to his cheek. "I'm aware of your past…transgressions. Your m/o but I'm not scared or worried. I do mean it, and you can quote that it's actually me…" 

You turned and rotated your head around to show the lack of headgear, microchips, and any other cranium influences. 

"...I care…no…I do love you Jervis Tetch. I'm not going anywhere…not anytime soon." 

There was a beat of silence as Jervis took in what you said.

You saw his lower lip start quivering as they fought to speak or keep in the growing pressure in his eyes and throat to cry. 

You smiled softly, and with zero care for getting wet; you wrapped your arms around him and embraced him. 

It took a minute but he slowly returned the gesture. You could feel him press his fingers down into your lower back and his arms tighten around you. 

"T-thank you…" He whispered softly in between sniffles. 

"Don't mention it." You let him go and sink back into the tub only to realize you're just as soaked as well.

You couldn't help but laugh as Jervis looked at you nervously when he realized he had gotten you wet. 

"It's okay. It'll dry, I figured it was a good idea to pack an overnight bag." You chuckled. 

Jervis felt guilty now, not for any reasons before, but for the way he kept stealing glances at your skin that was see through the wet white shirt. 

"Do you think you can clean yourself while I go change?" 

He could, he absolutely could. He wasn't a child. But damn it if he wasn't just the tiniest bit selfish for your touch and attention now. He didn't want you to get away. 

As if you possessed mind powers of your own, you jokingly rolled your eyes. "Okay, okay, I'll just finish what I started and then change, how is that?" 

You laughed in disbelief as for the first time that night Jervis actually gave you one of his signature giddy grins and an encouraging nod. 

You got back down on your knees beside the tub and grabbed one of the rags and lathered it with soap. 

Before you began washing his body, you playfully plopped the rag onto his face, causing you both to laugh. You did take the chance to clean his face and head but being mindful of his eyes. 

You were relieved to see Jervis start feeling better but it was even more satisfying to feel the tension in his neck and shoulders finally disappear. He was actually relaxed and loose. 

When you got lower under the water however, something stood at attention that you didn't think about and Jervis forgot to mention. 

Jervis gasped as you got closer to his groin and grabbed your wrist. "I-I can take it from here-I…I'm sorry." He ruined it. His one chance of true companionship was dashed because of stupid primal responses and desires.

"It's fine, Jervy, really." It really was fine, you didn't mind one bit. You were kind of flattered more than anything. 

"Y-You mean you don't mind?" 

You shook your head, "not at all, in fact if you allow me too…" 

Jervis gulped. He would love it if you did, actually. You caused it after all. 

"Y-yes, please." 

You leaned in and kissed his temple as your hands dove back into the water. You let your hand trail up his leg, occasionally groping his thigh as you got closer to his cock. 

Jervis gasped when your hand finally gripped the base of his cock. You slowly began stroking and tugging at the base, just to start the pace slow. With every pump you went higher and higher up until you finally got to the head. 

Jervis was a flushed red panting mess as you continued your gentle but steady strokes, occasionally squeezing his head in a way that made him whimper louder. 

Above the water's surface, you continued to peck sweet, endearing kisses along his face. His forehead, temple, cheek, nose. Everywhere he was comfortable with for now. 

You were still somewhat shaky from your confession and Jervis' lack of reciprocating or response of one, but you knew he would say it when he’s ready in due time. The fact he’s letting you stay, treat him, and “help” him…that was enough. 

You began picking up the pace, with faster and tighter strokes from his base to the tip. You saw Jervis slightly convulsing and his breathing became more raggedy and heavy. You were so focused on getting him to the precipice of pleasure that you almost didn’t feel his hand come up to your cheek. 

“C-can I…can we…k-kiss?” He managed through his groans and whimpers. 

The elation you felt as you happily leaned in and pressed your lips gently with Jervis’. You felt the quick intake of air through his nostrils. Your lips vibrated slightly as he groaned into your lips, before sighing contently. When you pulled back and broke the kiss, you smiled at the look of pure bliss on his face. 

A complete opposite of the stern, tensed forlorn expression he had when you first walked into the door. 

You removed your hand from the tub and got up and began actually drying off your hands and arms.

Jervis was about to finally get out of the water that has already gone cold a long time ago, but was taken aback by your next actions.  

Without so much as a second thought you removed your top and bottoms right there in front of him and changed into the light blue puffy shirt that he was supposed to change into. 

You didn’t notice how you absolutely stunted the neuroscientist as you quickly made your way out of the bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back with a change of clothes for you!” 

When the door shut and you left. Jervis was left alone again, to really let it all sink in what just transpired. 

The way his heart was skipping beats but with love and elation more so than anxiety and guilt. The smile on his face wasn’t turned up, crooked and mad. It was natural and it felt nice for once. 

Jervis quickly got out before you could shock him again and began drying himself off. His back was towards the door as you opened it with a fresh shirt, pants, and underwear. You slowly crept behind him and put your hands over his eyes. 

Jervis gasped slightly from the shock, before chuckling at your playfulness. 

“Guess who?” You whispered sing-songy in his ear. 

“Hmm…oh is it the Cheshire Cat? The Carpenter? Or-or the Walrus?”

You laughed softly. “Nope, I’m actually invited to the Tea Party.” 

“Dormy?” 

You shrugged. “On my more sleepy days, absolutely.”

“Oh, I know.” Jervis reached up and grabbed your hands and removed them from his eyes. He turns around and smiles at you. “It’s my darling March Hare.”

“But of course.” You smiled as you pulled him into your arms. You gave him a kiss on his nose and reluctantly let him go. 

“I’ll let you get dressed, its not too late and I doubt you’ve eaten anything. I’ll make something quick and then we can head to bed, how does that sound?” You opened the door, about to head to the kitchen. 

Jervis smiled widely, beaming with happiness and love he hasn’t felt in such a long time. “That sounds splendid, my dear.” 

“Perfect! See you soon!” With that you left the bathroom again and began whipping some stuff up in the kitchen. 

As he changed, Jervis couldn’t help but smile in pure delight. All his memories and thoughts that were weighing on him and suffocating him finally dissipated like steam from a tea pot. He had someone that cared for him, not just for what he could do but for who he is. 

The notorious Mad Hatter of Rogue Gallery infamy. The lonely wretch that is Jervis Tetch. 

When he is with you. He felt he actually had a chance.

#ri writes #dc mad hatter x reader #dc jervis tetch x reader #jervis tetch x reader #dc mad hatter x reader smut #dc jervis tetch x reader smut #jervis tetch x reader smut #please don't let this bust #rip

[spicyraeman]

We're both having shit sleep cycles, maybe that's why we can follow each other's rambling! Energy drink Goblins, unite! (I'm joking but I hope you'll feel better)

The piercing zel you just did? Hot diggidy damn, I have to restraint myself. I don't need a new ear piercing. I don't...

HOW do we feel about other types of piercings, James?🪤👀

I didn't understood shit to my linguistic classes, and it took me hours to understand a bit about the sounds in my native language. The fact that you did all of this on your own, with just the power of hyperfixation and worldbuilding-syndrome on your side, is very, very impressive! You created a phonetic chart with a dream and a dictionary, that is dedication and I respect that so much.

It looks too much like english to be described as guttural or brutal. Buuut if it had that german R, it could become more brutal. They already have an ach-laut adjacent sound with that GH. A bit more Pointy Helmets in your Fascism-trope soup, my lord?

I didn't notice the lack of P, I'm laughing like a goat because it makes me think of arabic. To imagine gith violently shake me down to steal my Bebsi is way too funny.

Sadly very long word is a common german disease, I don't think it would fit naturally the short words and glottal stop. At least for the rythm, not the sounds. But this gith can fit so many headcannons **slap top of the head**, why not? Who am I anyway, the accent police?

There are so many headcannons in my mind now, this is chimera'zel.

I'm gonna let you in a shameful secret : i didn't hear much gith. I don't play much with the sound on since I'm on racoon time. I did leave it on for my first run. But...I...kinda...killed her the first run?

**dodges torches and runs away into the forest**

🫀🚑

Hell yeah! Goddd I wish I had energy drinks, reminding me that I should buy another case

I'm living my piercing dreams through Lae’zel (it's impossible to find reputable piercers where I live) and I mean when you have that much ear real estate to work with it’d be a crime not to. Also, It’s uhhhh safe to say that in the band au she’s pierced from top to bottom 🤭

It truly is crazy how much you’re willing to learn when you’re in too deep about the fantasy world in your head. I think I learned more about my own language that way than I ever did while I was in school.

Adding a German R to it would def make it more brutal sounding, but Yeahhhh while the headcanon that the space fascist has a stereotypical German accent is funny as hell, German is just nothing like Gith. 

At this point, I’m just having fun and throwing HCs at her to see what sticks lol

Bebsi tho… Lae’zel is a Coke girl only bc she said bebsi once in front of the gang and never lived it down

I honestly don’t blame you for killing her on your first run 😅 depending on what type of character you’re playing there are plenty of reasons for killing pretty much any of the companions

#asks

[girlreviews]

Review #113: The Queen is Dead, The Smiths

Morrissey really turned out to be a disappointing and vile piece of shit, and it’s a damn shame. Went from being this quirky, pretentious, off-beat guy that you sort of tolerated because it was funny and the music was so damn good and you could let go of his holier-than-thou shit because you could never really tell if he was being totally serious, and every now and again the internet would gift you with a picture of him with a cat on his head. You were like “OH Morrissey, what are you like?!”, but over the years it got a darker and more insidious until it became abundantly clear that we weren’t dealing with some performance artist who liked to play with irony and push boundaries – we were dealing with a hateful man. The dude supports a political party that is too far right for Nigel Farage. I hand on heart did not know such a thing could exist, which is truly disturbing, but Farage himself described “For Britain” as “made up of Nazi’s and racists”. To be fair, Farage didn’t actually qualify that he thought that was a bad thing, so maybe Morrissey is still in appropriate company with that sorry excuse of a human.

Thankfully, The Smiths isn’t Morrissey, and Morrissey isn’t The Smiths. The other members have distanced themselves and made it clear that they don’t have any tolerance for anything center-right, let alone anything that flirts with fascism. One of my favorite moments in British politics is when then Prime Minister/Head Doofus David Cameron tried to be a cool dude in front of his in-bred private schoolboy cronies and said The Smiths were his favorite band. I assume he was not expecting the pure and utter humiliation of Johnny Marr, founding member and legendary guitarist of The Smiths publicly forbidding him to like The Smith’s music and instructing him to “stop saying you like it, no you don’t”. I believe I laughed for a solid 15 minutes. You can have all the power in the world (or the illusion of it), and someone can still just destroy you like that because you’re a fucking dillhole with no integrity, no spine, no chill and everybody knows it.

Anyway, we’ll get to the record and the songs in a second, but circling back to the time in life before we all had to really accept just how much of a turd Morrissey is, you know, we had this sort of whimsical Eeyore crooner type character that was pretty entertaining, truth be told. I had a friend that used to sing Happy Birthday in the style of Morrissey and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t look forward to it every year. There’s a particular delight in singing along and doing your best Morrissey impression or going all in on the “aaaah!” in This Charming Man. We’re grieving that Morrissey. But he’s gone, if he was ever really here. I actually saw him at the Ryman, and there was still some semblance of the witty weirdo that we put up with. He came on stage, took his shirt off, said in his ridiculous voice, “I wuff you!” and launched right into How Soon Is Now? It was pretty great. It really was. But still, fuck that guy, he doesn’t deserve to perform at the Mother Church ever again.

So if I’m being completely honest, I think I’ve gotten to know The Smith’s haphazardly over the years not through their “true” albums. They put out a few compilations that could have fooled me into thinking they were albums (and did), and so I do not believe I ever listened to The Queen is Dead from start to finish until now. It really epitomizes what people mean when they’re like, ugh, The Smiths are so depressing. I’ve never really felt that. I always found them to feel very upbeat, despite the content being undeniably steeped in misery. I always found that very funny and assumed it was intentional. But a lot of these tracks are just straight-up downers (I Know It’s Over, Had No One Ever). It really takes me back to this time, where we had not lived in England too long. We didn’t know anyone yet, and weren’t all that settled – for those of you who have never moved across an ocean to another country, which I’ve now done twice – that shit is hard and it takes so much longer than you realize to feel like you have any sense of belonging or feeling of being home. I knew that even though I was three, because on Sunday we would just aimlessly drive around in my Dad’s company car and try and find a pub that welcomed children (that was not the cultural norm in England in the 90s), and that was even open on Sunday at all. Often we would just end up driving around the countryside or going to a hardware store. This is likely why I associate both Sundays and hardware stores with immense existential dread. I totally knew we were lonely and outcasts as a family unit. It was also so grey and rainy looking out the car window and The Smiths was often the soundtrack. Bleugh.

Bigmouth Strikes Again changes the pace and gets to that upbeat misery that I referred to earlier. A song can get you up and moving even when it suggests that “you should be bludgeoned in your bed”. When I still lived in East London, my friends and I used to frequent this very funny club night, dubbed “Feeling Gloomy”, that was entirely dedicated to dancing your ass off to miserable songs that were catchy as fuck and had a great beat. It was rife with moody 80s serious synth music, and to the surprise of absolutely no one, it was one of my favorite places to go and let it all out. It was my happiest place to be miserable.

Once, after a particularly heavy weekend, I was in my office alone, not getting a lot done because I was… Struggling. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. This wasn’t a glamorous or stable time in my life, and I did my best all told. As mentioned previously, I had some very unsympathetic and problematic upper management that imposed bans on my music habits. One of my three bosses was a half-decent human being and found my antics sort of endearing. He came in that day, and found me in a very sorry state. I was attempting to eat a banana, curled up on the floor, with There Is A Light That Never Goes Out meekly playing from my shitty laptop speakers. He laughed, shut my laptop, made me a cup of tea, and said “listen girlreviews, we’ve talked about this, you can’t listen to The Smiths when you’ve had a big weekend”. We laughed. On a separate note regarding this song. One of my closest, dearest, and oldest friends assigns this song to me, my life, and our relationship with each other:

“Take me out tonight

Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care

I don't care, I don't care

Driving in your car

I never, never want to go home

Because I haven't got one, la-di-dum

Oh, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus

Crashes into us

To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten-ton truck

Kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine”

Make of that what you will. It’s complicated, deep, and beautiful. The strings that accompany these words are complicated, deep, and beautiful as well. I don’t know what it is about this song but it captures a gratitude and a melancholy. Something that is, but also cannot be. It’s very special and I cherish it. I think it’s too easy to get stuck on the morbidity of it without realizing what it’s really saying: I’m so grateful to be here with you in this car. Even in the face of certain death, you make me feel safe. You’re the home I don’t have, and I love you. What a wild thing for two people to share. How fortunate am I to know and love someone like that, and know that they know and love me like that right back.

#album review #music #music review #rolling stone top 500 #the smiths #the queen is dead #morrissey #johnny marr

[the-chubby-berry]

(This is a little story that I created with one of @encouraging-growth's characters. More specifically his tailor character, Adam Pose. Hope y'all enjoy) It was near closing time at the Berry Bean and Missy Berry was starting to do her usual closing routine when she heard someone enter the cafe. “What a pleasant and quaint place you have here Missy. A shame I haven’t visited sooner.” Missy perked up hearing that familiar voice. “Mr.Adam Pose! Fancy seeing you here on the outskirts of town. Much less here in my store.  It is near closing time but for someone like you whom I can not thank enough times, I can stay open a little longer. Please go have a seat, I can only imagine how long and tiresome your day was. The place over by the fireplace is open. Don’t worry I should have big enough chairs over there. Don’t be afraid if any of the cats jump on you. They are all friendly.”

 As Adam sat down, a large orange cat pounced right into his lap. He was startled at the sudden intrusion by the furry friend but it was a welcome one. The cat curled up on his lap right next to his hefty belly and purred loudly. “Oh my, it seems like you have a bad case of purr-aylsis. Sam is quite notorious for giving my patrons the unforgiving condition” she teased as she started to make the dear tailor some tea and treats.

As she brought over what she made, they noticed that Adam seemed… distant. Missy cared about her regulars and while this was Adam Pose's first time at her cafe, she still felt a sort of bond between them due to the sessions she had at his shop to help with clothing. “Here you go. Some spiced cherry tea and a few treats.” “Thank you, dear.” He said reaching for his wallet to pay for the food. She stopped him. “It's on me tonight.” 

A lengthy period of silence happened between them. The crackling of the fire and the gentle purrs of the numerous felines of the café echoed in the mostly empty store.

Missy was the first to break the silence betwixt them. “You seem a bit blue hon. I should know a thing or two about people being blue considering I'm infamous for it” she quipped, in an attempt to get a laugh. Adam let out a weary chuckle, keeping his hands busy with the cat in his lap. “It's nothing Missy. Just a little tired”. 

Missy scowled and crossed her arms. Speaking with an underlying tone of concerned mother “Sir Adam Pose I know “Just Tired”. You aren't just tired. Something is going on.” She sighed, taking a seat across from him. “Look we don't need to push the issue but I can tell something is up. I have heard through the grapevine about some of your past. I am not sure if any of it's true but if it is, it's clearly weighing you down. Not just that by the look of your hands, it might be affecting your work. You haven't exactly been known to mess up your work easily yet I see many bandages on your hands today.” 

He sat there silently, his hands no longer busy with Sam, who was nudging his hand. He hid his hands in his pockets not wanting anyone else to see. Sam sadly meowed. He stayed in Adam’s lap just to be a comforting presence.

“I'm performing just… fine… Not a lot of new clients but who needs them anyway. Who cares if I'm losing clients? I am not the only tailor in town so they probably found someone who hasn't had as many damned screw-ups.” 

Missy sat there and listened as he talked. Sam was nuzzling up against him as well. After Adam was done expressing himself, Missy stood up and gave him a big hug. Taking her seat once more, she sternly spoke to him “Listen here you lovely bastard, I do not care what is spread about you. You are a good man Adam. No matter what your past was, that's what it is, the past. The clients that leave, they do not care about you. They care about the flashy outfitter who gets flirty with them. Not the man who is human and has a deep passion for his work. Even if there are other tailors out there, I would not trust any of them with my garments except you. You're the only one that has such ambition and care. Especially for us bigger folk. I can't think of people who do your kind of work. You're not just another tailor. You are Adam Pose, the Tailor of Supple Row.” 

Adam blushed and smiled a little hearing that. “Aww, there's that smile I know you for and is that a blush? Here I was thinking you were the master of cherries. But you're blushing just about the same shade as a maraschino. I didn't even put anything in your tea to turn you into one. Though I will say, you would make quite the handsome and delectable one. Though perhaps a black cherry may be more your style don't you think?” she teased. He laughed a little. “Perhaps you're right darling. But not today. I still got many commissions to do.” Missy playfully pouted. “Aww, that's no fair. Can't you just take tomorrow off? The cats could always use someone to warm up against.” “Yes, I'm sure” She laughed “Okay, okay, I’ll let you go, Adam.” Sam leaped off of his lap and disappeared into the back with the other cats. Missy gave Adam one last embrace before allowing him to leave the coffee shop.

When he got back he noticed he had a card in his pocket when he went to go reach for the key to his store. “Hmm? When did this get here?” He opened it. Attached to the card were two buttons shaped like fruits. One was a blueberry and the other a black cherry. He grinned as he read the card. “You're welcome to be at the Berry Bean anytime Adam. Don't be a stranger!”

[runawaymun]

Not to sound like a boomer but I genuinely am starting to feel that Netflix is one of the worst things that happened to television.

It’s all the same now.

And I don’t mean like, genre diversity. I mean the art form. Like Netflix has really just cursed the world with television that now has an absolutely breakneck, relentless pace. So few shows are casually watchable anymore. It’s hard for me to find good new comfort shows. All of mine are older. Seasons used to have 15-30 episodes, sometimes more! They used to be episodic. So you could literally just drop in at any point in a season, nearly, without having to remember where you’re at or be sucked in by cliffhangers for twelve hours. You could just sit down with your favorite characters for one episode and be done.

And sure, people still marathoned favorites, but that wasn’t the norm. And the thing is, shows like Psych, Stargate SG-1, Babylon 5, Doctor Who etc? I remember distinct episodes. I can name them, and I’ll go back and rewatch them over and over again independently. With newer shows I just don’t. If you ask me to name an individual episode of Cobra Kai, I can’t. If I’m rewatching then I’m rewatching the whole damn show and I just don’t have that kind of time, usually, so then I just don’t rewatch and it’s onto the next series— which gets super exhausting. Sometimes I don’t want that commitment.

And you lose a lot of character depth in my opinion. The beauty of episodic longform shows is in the sheer room you have. Yes. Seasons had arcs, but usually the plots were contained to an episode and the season arc was purely character development. And you had room for dumb episodes where characters go to the beach, or a party, or just dick around and live their lives. The viewer had time to get attached— which is why so many older shows still have such strong, old, thriving fanbases who are immensely loyal to their show.

And also??? Shows didn’t used to be cancelled for a bad first episode or season. That’s not normal!!? Netflix and other provider’s habits of cancelling shows that “flop” in their first three episodes or first season isn’t normal. With older shows it was just sort of accepted: the pilot and first season are like the first ugly pancake. Give the show some time. And that time is worth it. That’s why shows could run episodically for 6, 7, 14, 20 seasons, because people just accepted that some seasons are better than others and that’s okay. Some episodes are better than others. Shows didn’t used to rely on cliffhangers to keep their audience. They relied on characters. That was what we were watching them for and why we kept coming back.

I just really am starting to hate how every single tv show is now essentially a really long movie tbh. Give me my episodic, campy, 30-episodes a season shows back. They really are worth it and I’m so sad that those seem to be actively squished by tv providers. It’s an art form in of itself.

It’s just a symptom of late stage capitalistic churning of things for mass, quick comsumption. Like the fast fashion of film. Don’t get me wrong, I have a lot of new favorite shows I genuinely enjoy like Schitt’s Creek, House of the Dragon, Cobra Kai, Gentleman Jack, etc, but I just wish I had more options in terms of length/number of episodes/and how episodic a show is. It feels like a damn shame that episodic shows are being pushed out in favor of quick, bingeable ones. It also feels like writers are no longer being given the time to really craft a good story. There’s so much pressure and time crunching from studios and drive to cram your story into less than twelve episodes and that’s why you get, rather than a mediocre season, absolutely genuinely ruined seasons like the last season of Game of Thrones and the most recent season of Stranger Things. Both literally needed more episodes to make their story make sense. (If we ignore the dumb bran ending.)

Anyway this is your latest “old man yells at cloud” by your friendly neighborhood old person. Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

#out of uniform #fandom #fandom culture

[winns-stuff]

LO APPRECIATION:

Alrighty, we’re going to talk about one of the best characters ever but also one character who was done disgustingly wrong for a lot of reasons but she needs no introduction yet I’m gonna give her one anyways; Demeter.

She has got to be my favorite character in LO and I love and admire her dearly. Do I wish she wasn’t so controlling and didn’t pressure Persephone so much and keep a key piece of information from Persephone that would alter her life forever? Yeah obviously, but once you start looking around at how all the gods (Literally all the men and the women who force her into uncomfortable situations) treat her daughter you’ll start to think slightly different! First day Persephone was alone by herself she was whooshed into a party with drinks and people with bad intentions in a dress she didn’t even feel great in, the whole time she felt out of place and miserable honestly, and you could argue that Demeter should’ve taught her all of that which I agree with you maybe it wouldn’t have played out like that if Persephone would’ve known better but at the same time it still wouldn’t change anything, even with the knowledge she would still be in that situation over and over again. I truly understand why Demeter was so cautious with Persephone, the first time she lets her out of her sight all of these terrible things happen to her and they’re all things she knew was going to happen to. She should’ve handled it better yes, but Demeter shouldn’t be shamed for trying to protect her own daughter from all the terrible things she saw others go through with the gods.

Next reason why I love her so much is because she’s genuinely an interesting character, like Zeus she’s very morally grey. She’s done some things that unintentionally hurt Persephone and put her under stress without realizing it, and she never allows Persephone to truly flourish which is bad. But she also sacrificed a lot for her safety and genuinely shows that she cares for her daughter and absolutely adores her. She’s not the best but she’s certainly not the worst, I’m so tired of people taking shits on her because “omg she won’t let Persephone see Hades” WOULD YOU? I genuinely wouldn’t because Hades is no better than any other man who salivates over Persephone inappropriately and sexualizes her without even knowing her name. Good on Demeter for being the damn obstacle cause i’ll be good and dead when I would ever be okay with her just being fine with that.

Anyways, I’ll say it because it’s been irking me. Personally for me, I do not feel like Persephone suffered half the things that Demeter probably did. I genuinely believe that, all Persephone had to do was right her wrongs and literally do her job, just without seeing her Blue Turdstick, the only thing I felt bad about was that she couldn’t communicate with anyone else and she was kinda just exiled there, but let’s be real here she’d only wanna communicate with Hades’ bitch ass Fuck Hades I’m so sick of him major fuck you to him. Anyways, Demeter had no one and she was a fucking mortal and I don’t know about you but mortal women especially in the timeline of Lore Olympus get treated terribly (shown by Psyche and her backstory) so who knows about what she had to deal with down there! At least Persephone had the nymphs to keep her company Demeter was all alone, completely and utterly alone, grieving the separation from her daughter while worrying about whether or not she would even be able to see her again, while her fucking THREE HUGE BACK SCARS OPENED UP MAKING HER BLEED OUT WHILE STILL BEING MORTAL MIGHT I ADD hoping every waking moment for Zeus to undo her banishment so she can feel the warmth of her home again and her daughter while her own fucking daughter is too cock concerned about a fucking man she’s only met for three whole fucking weeks. There is no way I will ever let anyone look me in my face and tell me Persephone suffered more.

That woman needs all the love and affection she can get, I hate that the story is neglecting her so much and demonizing her because it’s disgusting, why isn’t Hades demonized for breaking down all of those young women and leaving them in the dirt once he’s drained them of all they are and make them so miserable they’re mental health deteriorates, why isn’t Ares demonized for coercing Persephone into kissing him when he pretended he couldn’t read so that a VERY young Persephone could kiss him, why isn’t Eros called out for getting Persephone drunk and shoving her into a damn trunk not even knowing about what terrible things could happen to her. You see what I’m getting at? Demeter is a saint compared to what all those men put Persephone through and y’all need to stop acting like she’s the worst mother ever and she’s a disgusting character because she’s not.

But that’s the end of this appreciation, it dragged a little but I wanted to get all of my points across because it really is ridiculous how neglected and hated Demeter is, she doesn’t deserve any of that while the real disgusting characters are put on a damn pedestal. Anyways, it’s okay Demeter if Persephone doesn’t love you I will because she will forever be one of the best characters in my eyes. Love her forever and I hope she has nothing but happiness.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo demeter #lore olympus critical

[rosemariad]

Supernatural season 13

I've heard of the widower arc that takes place during the early part of this season but geez

Dean looks so depressed – the desolation, the hopelessness. Poor Dean Bean, lost his angel yet again. You can't help but feel for the poor guy (for now…)

Then the instant 180, uno reverse this man takes in his demeanor. He's so happy Cas is back. AND having a big cowboy adventure! They're spoiling this man after the widower arc. Jack & Sam are not down for it but Dean's been so miserable they shut the fuck up.

Dean swallowing deeply when Cas quotes Tombstone – confirmation they have movie nights together (ALONE??????) if they were alone during these movie nights – they're basically dating w/o clarifying that they are actually dating – and they're coparenting, my goodness! The domestication is real!

We later find out Dean snuck a quick shot of Cas in the little cowboy hat he made him wear for the case. Wow.

But as a side note - I did NOT appreciate how shitty Dean was to Jack. He was basically abusing him verbally like WTF give the kid a damn chance - don’t make death threats to the newborn child that was literally born yesterday like the fuck #jackdefensesquad. Like anything bad that jack actually does, he’ll think back to the moments where Dean was like ‘oh he’s a monster’ ’when you go dark side, I’ll be the one to kill you’ yeah like maybe that’s what pushed him to that point. It’s no surprise Jack chooses to leave. My ass would’ve been gone. Also was Cas made aware of the threats Dean made to Jack???

They’re making it REALLY HARD to like Dean this season. MoC was bad, Demon!Dean too but evil forces were at work. This time he got no excuse — threatening at 16 yr old girl who has no one in her corner. They’re basically forcing her to help them for nothing in return. Unbelievable 🤬 And Sam, wtf? Would it kill you to stand up to your fuckin’ brother!

Anyway - Jack’s power is totally cool though.

Kaia…was killed by an alternate self? Whaaaaaat?

So this was the season they tried for the Wayward Girls? Shame it didn’t work out…like the premise is cool BUT since the main show barely give the women characters the time of day, is it any wonder that a pilot didn’t work? The showrunners only seem good with moments - but no building up of the narrative like the male counterparts AKA main cast. Also - what would be the conflict - give people a reason to keep watching the girls - their storylines seem more or less resolved - Jody has already mourned the loss of her family, its not like she became Batman or something to fight a war against criminality. Claire has also gotten past the loss of her parents (as far as we know but honestly she should’ve been part of the main narrative as her life had been directly affected by Castiel’s actions and we all know why Cas bothers to get up in the morning…anyway), Donna doesn’t seem to have anything going on - she’s divorced but over it, Alex is over her dark past, Patience is just seeming to get a hand of her abilities - like where are the stakes??? Sam and Dean had a whole quest to embark on, then they had to navigate fraternal relationship while fighting monsters all the time, slowly unraveling an overarching narrative that’s taken over their lives. Where’s that for the ladies????

I spoke too soon - Donna’s niece gets kidnapped and Doug is her boyfriend (wow totally forgot about that guy, certainly didn’t think he’d return) and once he gets turned into a vampire but cured of it, he’s done. Before he leaves Donna, he calls her a hero. Honestly, if I ended up having a partner/lover who killed dangerous supernatural creatures, I wouldn’t leave them. I’d stick by them and have them teach me a few things. Oh well. Maybe Donna will run to Jody to have a shoulder to cry on ;) I know y’all JodyxDonna shippers are out there.

Scoobynatural was fucking legendary! I loved watching Scooby doo as a kid, from when they were literal babies, to the OG episodes, to the revamp from the early 2000s, all the movies! (Zombie Island was the best!). It was a genuine delight watching the Winchesters (and Cas) cross paths with Mystery Inc. makes me wish they met Buffy and Ash from Evil Dead. That would’ve been awesome! Watching Dean say scooby dooby doo was total cringe tho :/ I love that Cas shut him down 🤣🤣

That ascot though? He’s wearing it all wrong, its supposed to be stuffed in, like how Fred wears it. And certainly not worn with plaid. SMH…

But now I totally want Supernatural as a fucking cartoon! Just like Scooby Doo - it would’ve been fucking glorious, Dean’s unhinge-able jaw, the kooky facial expressions, the comedic effects, and who knows, it would’ve given the show-runners the artistic freedom to reveal the true form of angels, namely, Castiel’s. Oh well.

Donatello is…dead? I know they said Brain dead but after Amara sucked out his soul and Cas fucked up his brain, isn’t he better off dead? Par for the course for a prophet though, sucks for him.

Funny how Rowena suddenly wants to be the good mom and try to bring her demon son back after CENTURIES of chances. Sure she may not have known what became of Fergus since she left him, but I’m sure it wouldn’t have taken much to find out. She just didn’t want to. Now she’s filled with regret. And Sam’s destined to murder her? And she didn’t take him out? Okay, well then I guess it’s only a matter of time until she dies😒 not this season though, she’s too useful with her witchy powers to be killed off until she serves whatever purpose is convenient 😒

Angels are almost extinct :( I know they’re meant to be seen as controlling jerks but so is Dean XD lol anyway that’s a bummer with devastating consequences cuz if there’s no angels - they said all the souls will fall to Earth and become ghosts - billions in number - yeah. If it were me I would’ve just said the souls disappear but it ain’t my show 🤷🏽‍♀️

Naomi is back and I don’t even care - I’m sorry but I just don’t care about Apocalypse world either, I feel like it’s a grand waste of time. The fact that Charlie and Bobby are there doesn’t even matter cuz it’s not them. It’s not the Charlie and Bobby we got to know before. They’re just counterparts of another world, echoes of the fallen. When Dean says I can’t lose you, dude you literally just met her. And they’re expected to what, abandon the world they were born into? The fuck?

And fuck this show for killing Kevin TWICE!!! Kevin you were too precious for this universe/multiverse, whatever.

ketch is the latest (aside from rowena) of former villains/enemies/antagonist in supernatural that's suddenly we're supposed to be sympathetic towards since they switch sides and help the winchesters for a change but what's the reason??? I feel it's a little out there that Dean especially would let ketch live after what he put his mom through but whatever. since the show runners insisted with this whole apocalypse world crap, Dean would have died without ketch's help 😑

Gabriel has returned…only to die…again…awesome. at least he got to fuck rowena before he passed away 🤣😅

Luci got fucked over hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha

Bobby x Mary, oh man John would be roaring in his grave…if he had one 🤣 [got burned to ashes in season 2], Bobby finna take his whole family, first his sons now his wife ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Luci resurrected someone? And nothing bad happened? Now tht’s a twist. I figured since he’s Satan she’d turn into a demon or something, but i guess not cuz we’re definitely not gonna see her again…

You know since I’ve seen The Boys I can see a resemblance between homelander and the devil, they both blow up in anger very similarly. When jack tells Luci, you’re not my father, he raged in a way that was eerily like Homelander would’ve. Just thought I’d point that out…

Dean lets in Alt-Michael - Oh Lord above its the apocalypse all over again (this was a cool shot though) - meanwhile what’s OG Michael doing? Is he still in the Cage with Adam? Really? You had to bring an extra Michael into this nonsense? Ok 🙄 You know if Luci had possessed Sam too, it would’ve been a wrap!

Jack is powerless…for now? This poor kid was gonna kill himself?! Honey why? Ugh I’m blaming Dean for this. He put the seed in that kid’s head he was nothing but trouble and he was going to sacrifice himself, poor baby!

Cas why would you let Dean go?!?! Too sad to follow him into battle after Dean let Alt-Michael in?

Why can’t Sam get a super powerful Big Bad kill huh? Why is it always Dean? Geez.

So the only good things to happen this season were Scooby Doo and Jack meeting Cas. Ugh, their meetup was soo cute ^_^

Welp only 2 seasons left, the last that’s over 20 episodes. Which means we only have 40 episodes to go til the end…goodie 😅

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #mary winchester #jack kline #scoobynatural #rowena macleod #rowena supernatural #ah shit here we go again #apocalypse #supernatural season 13 #bobby singer #charlie bradbury

[theteasetwrites]

My heart is broken because male fantasies have woven their way into our lives and destroyed female solidarity. The incestious feelings women in writing have scare me. You can be turned on by pretending your boyfriend / favorite character is your dad but never forget that the same men who get hard to that most likely will get hard to your children or their children calling them daddy. It is the pedophillic society we live in that makes it so romanticizing pedophillia isn’t frowned upon, talking about the pain it brings upon this world is what’s wrong. Call me a kinkshamer, call me a prude ( I’m not I wanna suck John wicks cock like there’s no tomorrow, I would lick that man’s asshole) but i don’t care. I hope every woman who is into these despicable things don’t have or are around child because they side with the rapists.

Lots of misunderstanding here I think. It's really not that deep, I promise you.

"Male fantasies have woven their way into our lives and destroyed female solidarity" that's rich coming from someone who is lecturing me, a woman, in my inbox. Women are supposed to stick together, right? Nice that you're accusing me, a woman, of supporting pedophilia (I'm not btw, and I'll get into that too). Isn't it interesting how women will shit on each other for being too "vanilla" in bed, but if they're too kinky or god forbid do anything remotely "taboo" in the privacy of their own bedroom, they still get shit on? Seems like we can't win. But no, definitely blame a woman for that, not men. It's all my fault, as a woman. Calling me "sad" for having my own agency and choosing what I want to write about. Oh, and you're also lucky I am not myself a victim of child sex abuse otherwise you'd feel pretty damn foolish for throwing around the term "pedophilic" so flippantly, I'm sure.

YOU are the one bringing kids into this. If you read my fic (which I am sure you didn't, and if you did, reading comprehension lessons are in order I'm afraid), you would know that there are no children involved and that this is a relationship (not real, might I add) between two consenting adults. And what are they doing? Reader calls Daryl "daddy" and Daryl calls himself that too. I understand if this isn't your thing. I respect that, I get it. I'm only marginally into it anyway, I just like to write shit that I am in the mood for. You don't have to read it, but don't go around saying anyone who enjoys that kind of thing is supporting and standing beside rapists. If that's your opinion whatever, but keep it to yourself because (surprise surprise) people aren't going to take very kindly to that.

If you want to go on this moral crusade, trying to shame people into believing that the use of a single WORD/pet name is harmful to society, I would suggest lecturing people in this fandom who write Carl x Negan, Daryl x Beth, Daryl x Lydia, Daryl x Judith... Why are you coming at me for writing a consenting adult/adult relationship that just happens to involve the use of the word "daddy?" Literally a word. Vibrations.

Where is this energy for, say, noncon/dubcon fanfiction? I can assure you that there are MUCH worse things being written out there. I side-eye certain things that I see, but do I go on anon and act all high and mighty in those writers' askboxes? No, I stay in my lane and I just ignore it because it's not my thing. I also don't think low of those people just because of what they choose to write. If that's what they want to do, that's what they want to do. Not my thing. I don't bother them about it. But you seem to think you're saving the world and being some kind of hero apparently.

I agree that there are many facets of society that romanticize pedophilia, but I don't think one piece of fanfiction shared on Tumblr is going to make any difference in that. I am not the person you need to be lecturing. Why don't you save that energy for actual pedophiles and people who sexualize minors. I am not sexualizing minors.

It is not my job to regulate how you interpret my writing. It is not my job to cater to you, a person who can't differentiate the sexual context of a word from the non-sexual context of it, a person who makes something into something it clearly isn't. Daddy is not inherently sexual, just as any other pet name is not inherently sexual. Yeah, I made it sexual. We could go into the psychology of it but at the end of the day, it's just a goddamn word.

Also love that you're making a joke about eating ass while ranting about something so serious and disgusting as pedophilia in the same breath, and I am the weird one. I don't think what I wrote was pedophilic. If you choose to believe that, that's your prerogative. You sending this to me isn't going to change my mind because I simply disagree with you.

"I hope every woman who is into these despicable things don’t have or are around child because they side with the rapists." Wow, that's some female solidarity right there!

#abbi speaks #:)