#bikini kill rare

[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

#where's the word woman in this u might wonder if u suck #good news i am nonbinary and have a uterus so that is something that can happen #im also gender fluid tho which means im immune to certain psychic damage bc if u call me a woman i'll be like <3 okay <3 #writeblr #the tightrope of ''ppl need access to this'' #and like also #''what the fuck is going on over there'' is like. so difficult as an activist #i was <3 punctured <3 during mine #and almost bled out on the table :) they didn't have anyone standing by bc it's ''just a little insertion'' #so i started crashing and i vaguely remember apologizing for the fuss as i heard my heart rate monitor start going <3 tachycardic <3 #she wasn't even a bad doctor tbh #ps btw the reason i even HAD a heart monitor is that i have a genuine heart condition and they knew GOING IN that there was a chance #i'd crash on the table #like my heart just likes to do fun little tricks and <3 stop working <3 (i do not want to discuss the specifics ty i am okay im ontop of it #and they were like 'oh u will be fine' and then she did do a puncture thru my uterus . pop! #and im sitting there dizzy and feeling my heartrate start to drop bc it feels almost. beautiful. like. the whole ground just #woosh! out from under you. and shit is like grey's anatomy. i'm looking up at her grey eyes #she's old she wears this nice shawl she's like got Cool Lesbian vibes and people are sprinting into the room #from other parts of the clinic unrelated to me. while the monitor is like a little aria singing #and shes like hey youre okay stay awake stay with me something went wrong we have to keep trying #and i remember thinking - i was trying to think of nice things. i have so many beautiful places that now overlap #with this terrible memory #i became dimly aware that there was too much on her wrists and hands. like #that was too many liters #and then when they had finished all this. i packed up and drove myself home #i have had (bad thing) happen to me. and the same feeling happened after #that numb almost lamblike bleating. you cry without noise. like. ur body is so shocked and ur mind so empty #you just stare at the road and everything everything is happening behind glass and static and you are standing so far away from it #while you hold ur hands at 10 and 2. and something in ur brain is SCREAMING at you - IT WAS BAD AND IT SHOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED #and ur just watching the alarms in your body going off and youre thinking. a little pinch! ha. i think i just lost something important.

[girlgerard]

really crazy how popular alt genres like ‘grunge’ or ‘emo’ can be breeding grounds of so much misogyny and homophobia, especially considering bands like nirvana and my chemical romance both formed a massive amount of their musical roots/political messages in the exact same 90s lesbian punk spaces.

people commonly cite the inherent homoeroticism in ‘punk’, ‘grunge’, and ‘emo’ (they’re in quotations because, like all genres, they’re pretty blurry categories) as the ironic companion to the all the homophobia, but they rarely talk about the irony of the misogyny as well. yes, danzig inspired a lot of popular alt bands - kathleen hanna had a direct hand in nirvana and my chemical romance being names, even existing, and yet bikini kill aren’t given half as much credit as the misfits are.

#can you tell i’ve been thinking. #nirvana #my chemical romance #mcr #the misfits #bikini kill #kathleen hanna #🩷 #lesbian #punk

[aloysiavirgata]

Hello! A prompt: affection, paperback, daughters.

They’re on the beach at Quonochontaug. They could sell the house for a fortune, Mulder’s finance guy is always cajoling, but they want the house more than the money. They have enough money. Peace has been scarce.

Scully’s half-dozing on the blanket, a straw hat with a brim like the rings of Saturn tugged down over her face. A dog-eared, split-spine paperback of The Poisonwood Bible rises and falls with her breath.

Mulder tosses a piece of popcorn at her nose.

“They’ll never find your body,” she murmurs, not flinching.

He watches her with deep warmth, with a reverent affection that she is still so lovely and clever and haughty in her fifties.

“Scully?”

“Shhh.”

“Come swim.”

“No.”

He’s bored. She could come and play but she won’t, just sprawls temptingly with her book and her hat and some kind of fringed wrap around her hips. Despite her pheomelanic looks, Scully always appears at home by the sea.

“What was it like,” he asks, “to be the Captain’s daughters?”

She tips her face up at this. “Mmm?”

Her freckles absolutely kill him. “You and Melissa, when you were small. I mean I can guess what it was like for Bill based on how he turned out, Charlie is a statistical outlier, but you and Missy. How was it?”

Scully looks thoughtful. “Well, we had to be well turned out. I rarely was, Missy was always fresh as a daisy. Kept her white church gloves clean. I was…well. I was more the Jo March of the pair, I guess. Worms in my pockets, magnifying glass in my little purse.”

Mulder grins at her. “And then you grew up into an anal retentive control freak. Go figure.”

Her grin is rueful. “Ahab appreciated my love for science eventually, you know. Despite my lack of traditional femininity. I tie a damned fine knot and gutted a fish faster than anyone.”

He scoots over to kiss her lightly. “It’s incredible and unsettling,” he murmurs.

She presses her thumb to his lips. “I used to love meeting my dad at the ship when he came home,” she reminisces. “Missy and I, Captain Scully’s girls. Always on my best behavior, even when Bill was being a little shit.”

“Good thing he grew out of that,” Mulder says sweetly.

She rolls her eyes. “You of all people judging a man for being protective of his sister is pretty fucking rich,” she scoffs.

This is fair. “Tell me more,” he says.

Scully sets her book aside, hands resting on her flat belly. “He put me on his shoulders once, let me wear his hat to the car. Charlie was a newborn so I was about three I guess. But I remember it so well. I was so proud.”

He kisses her shoulder, her neck. He is grateful she has never asked what it was like to be Bill Mulder’s boy.

“Either of you ever want to join?” he asks, knowing they hadn’t.

She weaves her fingers through his shaggy hair. “Missy wanted to join the Peace Corps and I was sick of wearing a uniform.”

He drops his head to tongue her shallow navel. “But you look so good in them. Mmm, remember that time we had to go undercover with NYPD? God you looked incredible.”

Scully laughs. “Definitely wasn’t part of the med school track I had laid out.”

He bites at the waistband of her bikini bottom. “Wasn’t the Captain’s daughter,” he mumbles into the saddle of her hips, “but come on inside and I’ll tie some mighty good knots.”

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[hanasnx]

paradise!anakin headcanons

minors dni 18+

character(s): anakin skywalker

warnings: lowkey dilf anakin, mention of exhibitionism, female anatomy, mention of smut at the end, anakin acting like a lil scoundrel so he gets u to get mad at him

ugh just the thought of paradise!anakin…

(i can already see the “he doesn’t like sand!” thoughts surfacing in ur head but let’s just put that aside for now. as someone who also hates sand, i find it tolerable on rare occasion)

☥ he would spend one day on his meditative leave actually meditating. but when the memories of you and your sweet sounds echo in his head, the distraction drives him to ask you to come away with him

whisking you away to the outskirts of the galaxy where no one recognizes the two of you

☥ which means he gives himself permission to act on his impulses

holding hands, leading you with his hand around your waist or at the small of your back

kisses on your neck in public so you’ll shy away from him and try to push him away

driving you places and when you open the door for yourself out of habit, he gets pouty bcos “let me open the door for you,”

☥ taking you to a beach (points if its a nudist beach or a beach well known for its accessible coves to escape to for promiscuous activities)

he wears a hawaiian print shirt. basically open except for a few buttons down at the bottom

the already short sleeves have been rolled up some more, so you get some more arm action. he’s got sunglasses he lowers past the bridge of his nose to look at you over them

☥ throwing you over his shoulder in your little bikini bcos he said he’s “keeping you”

tugging your bikini top to him so he can catch a glimpse of your tits. also so you hit him and scold him

slapping a hand on your ass and you push him off bcos “ani, not in front of people,”

“c’mon, they’re not lookin’”

“they are! they definitely are looking!“

“well then, let’s go rendezvous in the beachside restaurant bathroom,”

“don’t look at me like that, we’re staying here,”

☥ he’s just obsessed with the way you look in your swimsuit, nothing but a mess of strings he bought for you just for this occasion

feeling you up in when you lay out to sun tan next to him on a big towel

☥ picking you up effortlessly so he can wrap your legs around his waist. casually flexing his muscle for you. talking normally like nothing’s out of the ordinary

“oh, no! you’re slipping!” grabs both of your ass cheeks

☥ pulling you into him, “i’m gonna throw you in the water now,” picks you up and tosses you in while your protests fall on deaf ears

you breach the surface and blow the water from your lips. “anakin!”

he takes off his shoes, grinning as you’re yelling at him. you splash him and he jumps in after you, making you squeal from the wave he creates

he dips underwater so he can fix his hair out of his face coming up, and he looks for you while you sneak up behind him. hands on his shoulders as you jump up and push him down, dunking him

he resurfaces, mouth falling open in feigned disbelief. “oh, you wanna play it like that, huh?”

“no! no!” you’re giggling, trying to swim away but he grabs your ankle, dragging you back to him by his hands crawling up your leg

“you wanna play it like that?”

“no, ani! truce! truce!”

you’re squealing as he stoops, hoisting your middle onto his shoulder and leaping up, throwing you back into the water. you breach, playfully angry

“oh, i’m gonna kill you” you splash him with water

“get over here,” he orders, his powerful strokes cutting through the water to get to you and bring you to him. you try to fight him off but his big hands on you are arresting you in place. squeezes your ass hard cos he can’t help how cute you are during this, locks of your hair stuck to your face, one across the bridge of your nose

“hey!” you hit his chest and he laughs

“why else would you wear a pretty little outfit like this if you didn’t want me to grope you?”

his leg stuck in between your thighs

“you’re a real bully, you know that?”

☥ finding a little private area of the beach. suddenly he’s underneath you, making you bounce on his cock. instinctively you cover your bare chest with your arms, and he moves them apart, “let everybody see, baby, let them know what they’re missing. i want them to know,” regardless if people are around or not bcos let’s be honest anakin lowkey is an exhibitionist

#dilf!anakin #paradise!anakin #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker headcanons #anakin skywalker x fem!reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin

[dailycass-cain]

so this is my first time reading Batgirl (TYSM for the guide!) and I'm pretty new to comics in general. I've made it to #41 so far, and I can't help but notice the huge decline in writing from #38 onwards with the change of writers. Maybe it's just exacerbated by how good the previous issues were; but it really feels like Cass drastically went from a rare female character that is actually written with the same respect and depth as the male characters to being turned into a "girl superhero" with boy troubles who gets forced into bikinis and love triangles. Since you seem to know a lot about what was going on behind the scenes at the time, did something happen? I know there's misogynistic/racist men in the industry who hated Cass so I was wondering if that was already brewing back then during her 2000s run

I think when it came post-Puckett era, Dylan Horrocks was faced with a choice: ape off Puckett or try something different with the character.

I'll be honest, the early Horrocks' stuff you're in hasn't aged well. The ideas are interesting, of exploring sexuality and Cass realizing she can "see" what men think of her, and I think the utter realization of Babs making a mistake is good. It's just the overall execution is more of a miss.

The thing is, #41 gives us an excellent in-character reason for her choices. It's just this is all balanced with Bruce being pretty awful to Cass during this period (because this is all in a lead-up to Horrocks "big" story for #50).

Horrocks run can best be summed as: starts "meh" has interesting ideas, but fails to fully execute them well. There are some standoff amazing moments in the comics (I think the Doll Man issue is quite underrated).

Though, you're right. This is the era when Dan DiDio began to rise to power within the DC Comics Company, and it shows during this particular run.

So during this "run" we had A LOT of things happen outside the comic.

#1 Batman: Hush going on, and that story is particularly infamous for neglecting Cass due to story writer Jeph Loeb's distaste cause she wasn't Barbara Gordon (artist Jim Lee, who now currently runs DC too had this idea but since 2020 has softened this stance and realizes the mistake made).

Add this with DiDio's bias toward the Bronze Age "iconic" characters (Barry, Hal, and Babs) you have this growing problem.

#2 Cass DID get to be involved in another comic. The Justice League: Elite maxi-series. Though she didn't show up in THE Batman story, Cass was showing up in two other series at this time. One, well is in my "infamous" Cass reading guide (Batman: City of Light), and JL: Elite.

The later series did a nice job with the "twist" that Cass was on the team and as an agent of Batman spying on them. It is an actually interesting and good story.

#3 This is the era the "editorial edicts" started to come in. So a rather infamous thing during DiDio's reign was editorial edicts that would force changes in comics (leading to some outrageous OOC moments). This happened TWICE in Horrocks' Batgirl run.

At a certain point, Horrocks is told via top brass that he's losing Babs as a supporting cast member and has to write her off the comic. So he has to write a Babs/Cass go their separate ways due to well you'll see.

The other is in regards to Stephanie Brown who'll be back in the comic past #50 (she left the series in #38). What Horrocks didn't know until a Bat summit around this time (where all the Batman book creatives discussed where to take the books in the coming months) is that Stephanie's days were numbered.

She was coming back (and as Robin), but they were killing off the character. Horrocks and Nightwing writer Devin Grayson HATED the idea and objected to it.

Sadly, they were outvoted and well whatever else occurred in those meetings (or after) resulted in Horrocks quitting the Batgirl series and DC Comics itself by #57 (this is why Horrocks' run on the book just ends abruptly with no real end). Horrocks is still currently just enjoying the life of writing and doing Indie comics.

Interestingly, whatever Horrocks said or did it's interesting to note his is the only run never collected fully by DC Comics. Sadly, the only Batgirl issues that were EVER put in a trade were the stuff that made him walk (Batman: War Games, the event that killed Stephanie Brown). That was until the mid-2010s when DC released a HC Batgirl Anniversary trade that also included stories of Bette Kane, Steph, and Cass as Batgirl. #45 (aka Cass wearing Babs' Batgirl costume) is in the trade collection.

Ironically, this bad management editorial would also eventually affect Kelley Puckett (who returns to DC with Supergirl Vol. 5 #23-29, 31-32) around 2008 to 2009 but then ALSO decided to leave DC and comics altogether.

Not those two, but also the writer who'd replaced Horrocks, Andersen Gabrych (who was one of the minds behind War Games). However, I honestly do love Gabrych's run on Batgirl more than Horrocks. It's just the edicts and the rushing toward the end of his run kind of sours it.

I hope all this information is helpful.

#cassandra cain #dc comics #dc gonna dc

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[galvanizedfriend]

helloo, just feel really empty today but I reread all of the wolf chapters, but now after finishing im feeling empty again,

missing klaroline and eve, super love your writing , hope you can update soon💓

I'm sorry to hear you're having a hard time, nonnie 😢 That's really rough and I hope you can feel better soon. ❤️ I'm not sure I'll have an update to give you this week, since I haven't been working on the next chapter. But let me know if you'd like a snippet or something. 💕 In the meantime, I thought I'd give you a lil rec list. These are some of my all-time favorites and I hope you can find something to inspire or distract you there. Most of them are canonish, since you like The Wolf so much. 💕 But I included some AUs that I love as well. . In the Backseat by Lila2

Summary: Klaus goes on the run with Hope; Caroline comes along for the ride and does some healing of her own. . Wolf Club by Radioactive59

Summary: When Stefan kills Ray Sutton, a child is left behind, a precocious eight-year-old werewolf named Grace. Klaus, in a rare moment of hospitality, takes her under his wing and decides to raise her as a Mikaelson. Antics ensue. And against all odds, Caroline finds that she wants to dance with a different pack of wolves. . The Tale of a Hybrid and a Vampire by @idiot--wind Summary: A Klaroline-centric rewrite of the last two episodes of the Originals. Rated M, just to be safe.

. Lessons in Diplomacy by @misssophiachase

Summary: British Ambassador to the USA, Klaus Mikaelson, needs a babysitter to look after his daughter. Enter nanny, Caroline Forbes. . Quiet Light by @definedareasofuncertainty

Summary: Caroline Forbes sets off to the Bahamas with her boyfriend, Elijah, where she'll finally meet his brother for the first time. But as it turns out… she knows Klaus Mikaelson a little too well.

. Into the Woods by @jinxedwood

Summary: It's all Hallow's Eve and Caroline is looking for answers. The problem is, she's not too sure of the question… . The Parisian Deal by Borzoi

Summary: Inconsolable over her mother's death, Caroline turns her back on Mystic Falls… and on her humanity. At their wits' end, her friends decide to seek help from the most unlikely of allies. An ally with a very personal interest in Caroline's humanity. . this is a harvest by @highgaarden

Summary: “Ask me to choose you, Caroline,” Klaus continues heatedly, “go ahead, and I will, with everything that I have. But in return, you’re going to have to do the one thing you’ve been fighting since the night I sat on your bedside and fed you my blood. You’re going to have to choose me back. It’s only fair,” and he spits these last words out. . Light Years by @definedareasofuncertainty

Summary: there is no official summary, but it's just a short and perfect unrequitted klarolijah trilogy that lives rent-free in my heart. . Inertia Overcome by @avari20

Summary: Caroline made a bold move the night she fled Mystic Falls. She escaped from under Klaus' watchful eye and managed to disappear for two years. But while she was building a new life for herself, Klaus was searching, and when he found her, he was determined to collar his girl once and for all. Except this might be Klaus' game, but they are going to play it by Caroline's rules. AU after Tyler left Mystic Falls, no Hayley (EVER), One shot turned multi-chapter. Nominated for 2014 Klaroline Awards for Most Unique, Best Completed, and Best Klaus! . The Stubborn Grace of Being Loved Regardless by @helpless-in-sleep

Summary: “Someone fed on you,” Klaus surmises, eyeing the two perfect fang punctures on her neck from where Damon first bit her. Caroline itches with the urge to lift a hand and cover the mark, but she restrains herself. “Is that the only scar you have?”

Her eyes narrow, trying to figure out what he’s playing at. After letting a few seconds pass, she admits, “I don’t look as good in a bikini as I used to.”

One of his eyebrows twitches up before it moves back into place, like he hadn’t meant to let himself actually react to her remark. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

Caroline is still human when Klaus comes to Mystic Falls. . Old Love by @yanak324

Summary: He was wrong. Theirs isn't a last love, it is an old love.

One deep rooted in centuries; an unshakeable bond that entwines them in each others' lives whether they like it or not.

Her only mistake was not realizing this decades sooner.

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[bikini-kill-pilled]

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[panda-puma]

(I am sorry in advance, because you unlocked a ramble I've had in me since I saw Zoro and realised that Oda looked at the Cool Manga Dude Archetype and said "no" and made our Mossball capable of wide, wide smiles (which are apparently lost post-timeskip but that I ignore, I am not looking, I am still pre-timeskip, I am soaking every smile and grin) 300+ chapters in and I still am riding the high of love at first sight, when it comes to OP. one day I might find flaws but for now it is perfection incarnate 😂😂😂)

aw, it's sad hearing how the anime kills characterizations. especially with core characters. Nami disgusted by Sanji!? c'mon, why would you do that, anime-writers 😭

to taint any relationship in OP, where the relationships are what makes it such a good read 😭

it's true that when Sanji gets more spicy, what makes his reaction tolerable is how the girls just shrug it off. they care not! they feel safe around him! Nami pranced around him in bikini, and our boy was more interested at first in flowers 😭

thank you so much for movie recommendations! ❤❤❤

I absolutely adore the story and the characters! and the writing! I've cried like a baby while reading OP more times than I've had while consuming any other media. it just hits you in the heart with sniper accuracy ❤😭 and then makes you cackle like a witch. rinse and repeat. i love it.

(reactions still dictated by the story up to the very start of Impel Down) I'm still trying to fully put my finger on what exactly makes me love OP that much but I think that what gets is how much trust there is between the characters. how easy they love each other. (Zoro and Luffy? dear god, they are so good. 100% trust.) and how silly they can get. It's rare that I love absolutely everybody, yet here I am: I'm collecting my silly little boys and girls like pokemon. I will catch em all. gimme more.

I cannot get enough how emotive the characters are. when they smile it lits up the sky. when they cry I cry with them. when they goof off I watch them fondly but when shit hits the fan, I read with baited breath how my silly little goobers get serious. there is a whole rainbow of emotions and I adore it.

(Sorry for taking so long to answer! this month went by extremely fast ;v;UUu if i take too long to reply you can talk to me privately too, i don't mind!)

Don't apologize for passionately loving things! It's the best way of living! ❤

Oda writes characters so well, that even in their comical exaggeration, still feel like real people to me. Everything is for a reason, even the dumbness (that i absolutely love xD it's just amazing to me that even that has its reasons and wraps so well with everything)

And yes, sadly the Anime really kills characterization... Nami and Sanji's relationship is completely changed. They are not really friends in the Anime. Nami is not kind, ever, and Sanji is just interested in her as a sexy object. They are not friendly with each other... when in the Manga is obvious that they are friendly and chill most of the time.

Sanji adores her, yes, but in the Manga he is not just there to be her slave and please her. He has dreams and a beautiful relationship with Luffy too, something that the Anime decides to completely erase from existence...

The Anime transforms all the characters into one note (the one that they decide is funny for children or to sell merch): Nami is the girl who only screams and hits the others, Sanji is just the pervert idiot who fights all the time, Luffy is just an ugly goofball with nothing between his ears, Zoro is serious guy who is the comical relief and screams all the time, Chopper is a baby, Robin is a mysterious woman (who gets jealous of Chopper paying attention to other women)... etc etc etc

They are so reduced to this roles, that when something they can not edit out of the original story (because it's an pivot point in the story) happens, it even looks out of character!

Of course a lot of this is also amped up by the amount of continuous filler the Anime has, where they just butcher the characters even more...

It's a lot of work and as you see I am a slow writer xDu but I really want to get deeper into writing about how the differences matter a lot.

I hope you've continued with your reading and have even more to share! OvO please feel free to talk to me again

Again: very sorry for taking so long to answer ;v;U my audhd threw me off everything very hard this past month

And finally I don't really agree with what people say about Zoro losing his smile post time-skip... at least in the Manga! The Anime can look like he doesn't smile so much anymore, i guess...

I feel like Zoro's default expression is calmer after the time-skip ^^ you can see how he is not frowning all the time like before, and he still has his cool smiles!

Beware a bit of Spoiler ahead!

Have some non-very-spoilerish images of him smiling post-time skip, just in the first arc post time-skip:

#ask #roronoa zoro #nami #black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #tony tony chopper #nico robin #comparison #one piece manga #one piece anime

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Ch. 96 // Here, Kill Him // XXX

Contents (Warnings): To kill him (Angst, slight blood warning, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 4,200+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: None to report

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Approximately four years and one month ago

Drake

"A pizzeria!" Edgar said enthusiastically, showing him the mascot that Pete drew on a paper plate in pen. Why would you want to run a pizza place? You make so much money with real estate like Mom. 

"We can work there as a family," his dad had a definite look in his eyes. Drake wouldn't have much choice if he went through with it. 

Drake withheld his displeasure. We can't even eat pizza properly, so what would be the point? 

"I'll think about it."

His dad gave a pleased nod, put the paper plate on the bed, and got ready to take a picture of it to send to Wenna and Ulysses. 

Unfortunately, Drake was walking near his parents 'hotel room when his dad went looking for them, so he was snatched up first. "You can invite Pete's son, Alexander, too. I'm sure he'd love it."

Now you're patronizing me. "I'll pass if he's working there."

His dad looked away from his phone, "he's not that bad to you, is he?"

Drake didn't feel like answering that. "I don't want to miss one of the on-deck events; I'll see you later, Dad."

Unlike the others who left him alone, his dad grabbed at Drake's hood. He rarely did. 

"Be honest with me, yes or no."

Drake winced, pulled, and sighed; his dad wasn't letting go. "He treats me like all you guys do."

"With love?"

"Like I need someone to look after me and worry that I can't defend myself." He said, frustrated by his dad's persistence. 

"We look out for each other."

"No, you trust Wenna and Ulysses alone. I practically have to beg to do anything." Drake tugged hard enough to make Edgar let go. "I'm not some kid anymore."

He got to the door and saw Ulysses when he opened it up. His brother nervously looked over him, and Drake went around him to leave and head back to the upper deck. 

He strode up, past a few other cruise guests, chatting and enjoying themselves. While he chewed on his bitterness. 

To admit his fault would hurt, as no one has any obligation to forgive him. His stubbornness fought against that remorse.

When he reached the top, plenty of people walked around in bathing suits, getting ready for a swim or heading to the pools and slides. Drake pulled his hoodie up. He wasn't a fan of swimming.

He wasn't ecstatic about being here in the first place. I could mingle with humans. He thought to himself. 

As he walked around the edge of the cruise, he spotted Alexander. His family was invited along, but he hadn't seen him much, and now he knew why. Drake took note of the tight grip on the bar, his hunched body, and how he let his head hang over. 

It would be a perfect time to push you off. Drake said in his head. He knew Alexander would save himself even if Drake decided to do that. 

Drake walked to him anyway, "Why would you get on a ship if you get seasick?" 

Alexander rested his head on the bar and groaned, "Why else if I stayed-" he closed his mouth quickly, shuddered, and then groaned again. "My dad would have dragged my ass here anyway." 

You don't seem so challenging now. 

"Seasick, on a cruise like this? You must be super sensitive, the boats barely rocking." Drake hadn't even noticed the girl come near them. She wore a dark purple bikini, one that barely contained her features. 

Bold of a human to get near him. 

"Whatever," Alexander's said between tight lips.

His heart rate is increasing, and his body is tensing. He wants to eat her. 

"He's not very smart, is he?" The brunette said.

"Fuck you," Alexander faced her, then immediately turned his head and held his head over the edge. 

"He's not," Drake replied.

The girl giggled at his reply and then prodded at Alexander further. "Can you swim because you look very pushable right now?"

I like this girl already.

Alexander grumbled, "laugh it, fucking up."

"I'm sorry I'm teasing," She inched closer to him, her eyes tracing over every inch of his body as if she was looking for something. 

She doesn't sound attracted to him, but she can't take her eyes off him. Drake didn't know what to make of this human. She caught Drake staring at her—he hadn't fully covered his eyes with his bangs. 

He expected her to look and have the tremors of disgust. She didn't. Her heart beat with familiarity as if he was a friend of hers. But he had never met her before, at least not that he remembered. 

Her green orbs flowed back to Alexander, "You do realize you could go to the boat nurse and get some medication, right?"

Alexander shook his head, "most medicines won't work on me."

She leaned back on the bars, "sensitive to only the sea, huh?" The brunette moved closer, "you could always have someone knock you out, so you're not so vulnerable."

Drake watched her touch at Alexander's back. He flinched and swung back and instinctually grabbed her wrist.

Her heart's still calm. He let it go.

"Don't do that."

She nodded, "Sorry." There was a silence more between them before she spoke again. "You have swift reflexes. It's like you don't even think."

Alexander barely gave a grunt in response. Drake could tell he was itching to eat the human but couldn't due to his sickness. Not that Drake thought he should, anyway.

She gave off such an odd aura. Her face mimicked expressions of worry or fear, yet her heart didn't hold one of those tunes. She's been faking it. Why?

She lifted her wrist with her grapevine watch, "Oh, shoot, I forgot to meet them at the pool. It was nice to meet you both," we haven't even exchanged names.

Drake was about to reply, but she bumped into him on her way out. He wanted to turn back and get her but lost balance. He didn't know why he felt more drained than usual. 

Alexander snagged his hood and kept him from falling.

"SORRY!" She exclaimed as she ran toward the pools.

Drake barely vocalized a thank you, as he was far more intrigued by the oddity of a human they just met and would never see again. 

...

Andras had called Drake in a week after their cruise. He expected a job but instead was greeted with a proposition. 

"I think I figured out a way for you to take down your problem." The curly-haired male said; he ushered Drake to sit next to him. 

"Invite Alexander here," Andras said with the enthusiasm of a giddy schoolgirl. 

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"He cares about you, right?" Andras said, "All you have to do is invite him over for a drink or two of crested, except we infuse your venom with it. Then, you two play a game blindfolded, and by the time it kicks in, he'll be rendered pretty useless."

"He can turn into his Wendigo form and get bigger."

"He can't."

Drake narrowed his gaze, "how are you so sure?"

He seems too confident for it to be a guess. 

He smiled brightly like an innocent child, "Call it a hunch; every hybrid has its defects."

There was something about his tone that made Drake think otherwise. 

Andras pestered him about it eagerly, and Drake caved in. He invited Alexander, and he skeptically showed up.

"Why did you invite me to a strip club?" Alexander gestured to the side door they were going into. He refused to go any further. 

"You'll see," Neither Drake nor Alexander wanted to go inside. I want him far away from my personal life.

"You better have a good explanation."

He trusts me? What have I done to make him do that?

Alexander followed him inside, and Drake was relieved Andras didn't put any of the music on he usually did to play around. 

"So this is Drake's best friend," Andras chirped; he was behind the door. He shut it once they were both in and threw himself from it to Alexander.

The blonde rolled his eyes and scanned over Andras. His eyes gave a faint blue glow, "Who are you?"

"Where are my manners," Andras took a step back and lifted his hand, "My name is Andras, and I've heard a lot about you, Alexander."

His hand hesitantly came up. Drake listened to the uneasy. He doesn't trust Andras, that's for sure.

"Uh-huh." Alexander shook his hand, "are you the one that wanted me here?"

"No, no, that's Drake's doing. He told me you were a little noisy before and was curious about what he was up to." 

Alexander turned his head to Drake, "You're working in a strip club?"

"NO! I'm not a stripper!" Drake exclaimed embarrassedly.

Andras burst into laughter, "Well, you do technically show yourself to people-"

Drake pointed at Andras, "I DO NOT. THAT'S NOT WHAT I DO."

He definitely amused his curly-haired boss.

"Then what's going on here?" Alexander asked, utterly lost.

 Andras escorted them over to a booth across from one of the stages. The rooms that led to the back were pretty close. And Andras cleared the area to keep his other employees and guests from coming around. 

He had a pan with the drinks set to pour. Drake had to add his 'tonic,' and he'd do it to both since it doesn't affect him the same way. And naturally, he wouldn't think it'd affect Alexander even if he ingested it that way. If it wasn't for the properties of crested alcohol, he wouldn't have agreed to it.

"Drake works for me here, donating his blood," Andras said hesitantly.

Alexander's eyebrows furrowed, "what." He looked at Drake pouring the drinks. "People don't need it. Why would you give it away?"

"Money, why else," Drake said, though it wasn't entirely true. He did like the power that came with ordering people around. 

"Money?" Alexander pressed his glasses, "For someone who shouldn't let people know what he is, you seem pretty content on letting people know!"

"He can protect himself; if he can't, he has us here," Andras replied.

Alexander flipped back to him, "I don't care how powerful you think you are. He shouldn't be putting his ass in danger for money."

"You're not my parents."

"And your parents know?!"

Drake bit his tongue. This is why I wanted to avoid inviting him. He squinted at Andras as he brought the table drinks. 

"Drake is free to tell whoever he wants. They don't if he didn't think his parents should know."

Exactly.

A growl worked up from Alexander's throat. "You think I'd advocate this?" 

Drake slid him a drink, took him, and gave one to Andras. "No. I thought you'd complain. That's why you'll leave me alone if I can beat you at a game. If I don't, I'll do whatever you want."

Alexander looked at the glass, "I don't drink-"

"It's crested alcohol. It won't get you drunk on one glass," Drake said.

"You want to bet my silence on a game." Alexander picked up a glass. 

Drake lifted his glass, "you wanted to know what I was up to, now you know. I have been doing it for months without a problem besides you. If something does happen, you know where I am." Drake drank his liquid, hoping Alexander would do the same.

Andras curiously watched and drank, too. 

Alexander drank it and slammed the glass down without breaking it. "Whatever. But if you win for some reason, and you don't come home on time, I'll tell them."

Drake didn't sense a lie. "Okay."

He put his glass down, too. They got a blindfold begrudgingly on Alexander, and the game would be simple: slap the other hand faster wins. It was harder as neither of them could really see. And Andras monitored it. They'd have fine minutes, and whoever got their hand slapped the most lost. Drake hovered his hands over Alexanders and pulled them back when he felt they were about to be slapped.

Alexander was surprisingly faster, at least...at first. It started to die down when Alexander spoke about his sluggishness. He was only ignored and made fun of until...

I won. Drake said it in his head and not out loud. Alexander slumped in the seat. He found himself unable to move. The venom Drake made Alexander drink worked.

And because most spells required a range of touch or sight, Alexander couldn't do a thing with his eyes blindfolded like that. 

The paralysis hadn't fully set in as his body twitched. Alexander refused to give up so easily. 

"I remember you said he was too powerful," Andras's tease stroked Drake's back. He plopped down next to Alexander, "all you need to do is assess your opponent. Find vulnerabilities and BAM." 

He slapped at Alexander's chest, and his arms twitched as if to react; they almost did. 

Andras whistled, "Fairly impressive; that was a lot of venom."

Drake glanced over the blindfolded body and ten back to Andras. He had no one to witness this underhanded victory, nor no one to praise him as he wanted, except Andras. 

Andras then got to his feet and pulled a dagger from his holster. "Now, you can kill him." 

The word kill stabbed Drake's brain. He hadn't thought of that. Some of him sometimes wished Alexander wasn't in the picture, not that he should be killed. 

"I don't-" 

"After all this, you're going to let him go?" Andras waved the dagger around, "Did you want to give him to give you a chance to take you down? Maybe even kill you first?" 

"No."

The male with three dots under his left eye shifted the blade in his hand and held it out to Drake. "It should be strong enough to stab into his chest. If not, use more force to dig it deep in there." 

The blade felt heavy, riddled with seals, magic, and a metal foreign to Earth. He sifted the spiral blade in his hand, inspecting it and the small spikes along its edges. They looked like they were meant to chip off inside a target when it was used. 

Drake tilted his head back to Alexander. He moved closer and closer. Everything else in the party room seemed still. Drake scrutinized the hybrid's chest as it rose and fell. 

The pangs of fear were light. He expected it to be louder, crying at Drake to stop. They weren't. 

Why isn't it loud? Drake refused to accept that Alexander acknowledged this as his end.

His free hand cradled underneath Alexander's jaw. "Why aren't you scared?"

Alexander's body quivered in a futile rebellion. His breath barely left his lips. "I know the difference between someone who wants to and will kill me and someone who won't."

No one else wants to kill you. What do you mean? Drake strode to get angry, but...a person's heart never lied. He could tell the difference between every single one he's heard, their lies, their truths, their emotions—most species had very similar signs, with slight variations depending on the person. 

Yet Alexander never lied. Drake assumed he was playing the tough guy. He wasn't. 

"You think I won't?" Drake lined up the knife at Alexander's shirt. 

Alexander's voice came out in a single breath, "No." 

Drake's hand shook, so he threw his other hand over, and it did the same. In distress, he looked back at Andras and realized his reliance.

He didn't want this. Drake needed reassurance that what he was doing was right. Why did Drake demand approval for something 'he'd want'. If it was what he truly desired, he would have done it.

He was jealous, envious of what Alexander had. Everyone treated Alexander as normal, regardless of what they said about his defects— he received no special treatment like Drake. 

Drake pushed away and turned to Andras, "I'm not killing him. He did nothing to warrant it."

Andras sighed with a slight, 'I expected this' written on his face. "Sounds good." The curly-haired fellow walked closer to Drake and held out his hand, "I'll finish it up from here and see you tomorrow."

"Finish it?"

"Kill him."

Drake held the knife to his chest. "I don't want you to kill him either."

Andras shrugged, "I suppose I can let Victoria do so?"

"I don't want him to die." 

Andras snickered and peered past Drake at Alexander, "We can't let him get away now. He knows too much, and he'll put a charge against you."

The regret nested in his lungs. "I-I don't care."

"Well, I do. I'd rather none of us get involved with too much of a mess, so for the preservation of what we have going on, he has to die." Andras waved his open hand in front of Drake again, "You won't have to deal with it, though; I'll make sure there's nothing left." 

He had known Andras for several months. He was young, intelligent, and powerful. Someone who Drake admittedly feared. Because of it, he could feel his hand loosen its grip on the blade. 

It almost slipped like butter on a heated pan from his grasp into Andras's. He kept it from doing so. It might have been the confidence he worked up with Andras. "I said we're not killing him." Or it could be the defiance he always had when the weak were in danger.

Andras's eyes went from the dagger and up to Drake. Nothing about Andras looked unnerved by the sudden revolt. He was placid. 

"You'd rather protect someone you hate over someone who helped you." 

Drake repeated himself. "I don't want him to die."

"We all die sometime." Andras grabbed the blade with glowing eyes. He had a cloak over his body. "Now move."

It left like a final warning. Drake had the displeasure of being on the receiving end. Up until this point, Andras's gaze contained a charismatic charm. What he gave Drake now was an ultimatum. 

I'm not a hero. I won't win. 

Andras killed many others before Drake or showed them the 'proper way' of doing things. He didn't want to be an example, nor did he want to die for Alexander.

Not that he had the choice anymore. He already grabbed Andras's arm and flipped him to the ground. 

It all happened so fast. Drake didn't know he did it. He only came to his senses when he heard the cackling. 

Andras sat up quickly and looked over at Drake. "The fun way it is," He sprang to his feet effortlessly and in a swift motion like he pulled electricity particles out of thin air; his fingers crackled. 

There was little of a warning or time to move. He aimed it at Drake, and the charge struck him and sparked off to the lights nearby, making them pop and riddle the floor with glass.

The volt made Drake's body convulse, and heat so rapidly it boiled at the front of his flesh. Then, it all vanished. The pain, sight, everything for a few seconds.

And a new breath entered his lungs, the sight of splattered blood and melted flesh around him. The original hit had made his body burst, and he regenerated when it settled.

He didn't even get a chance to recover, either. Andras sprang on top of him before he got up. 

Not a sound left his mouth before Andras threw his hand in front of it. Another burst of blue consumed his vision and erupted into his head. It threw him to the aching darkness. 

When his body reconstructed him, he huffed. Andras's grip shifted to Drake's neck. Andras licked Drake's blood from his face. 

"Learned yet?"

In defiance, he tried to shout a spell. The surge from the fellow's fingertips expelled up his neck. 

This time, the darkness was more of a fuzzy blur before his body fixed itself. 

Drake wouldn't stop either; again and again, he continued only to have his head, jaw, neck, even eyes, and hands fired and blown to pieces. 

Soon, he itched for energy. He stopped paying attention to the blood-soaked villain. He was feeling too cold for that. 

"You'll die soon," Andras said.

He's right. The thought that he'd go out so pitifully enraged him, not like this. Yet, somehow, he figured that's how it would end. He heard countless stories of those who were flawless, dying young. They'd be torn apart too many times. 

Drake was hitting his limit. A vampire could keep coming back until their energy ran out. 

He'd die with many eyes around him as the guests and workers had come to see what was happening. 

That was also why Drake couldn't believe Alexander got behind Andras.

Andras glanced back in time for an eruption of force to send him back into a few of his employees. 

Alexander yanked Drake's bloodied body from the ground, "Get out of here." He barked. He looked as pitiful as Drake with the continuous twitches of his barely listening form. 

The onlookers fled for safety while the workers were up in arms, ready to attack them. 

"I'm not running away." Drake spat in time to see the spark from across the room come at them. 

It suddenly hit a constructed barrier that Alexander made to protect them. 

I'm not going to die being rescued. Drake took his opportunity and used what made a flawless so special besides their blood. 

As long as he saw the magic performed, his mind temporarily saved it like data. He copied every motion perfectly. 

What was left flooded into his arms—the air crackled and buzzed, making the hair of the two stand up on end. He threw his arms forward, his handicap making it stronger, and it whipped back just as hard. 

Unlike how the spell should have worked, Drake shouldn't have received any backlash, and it should have gone directly to his prey. Instead, it fried his arms and launched itself in several spiral waves, propelling themselves at Andras and everything around him. 

Drake's arms didn't heal after that. His energy seemed to leave with his first breath after that. He lost his sensations from hearing, taste, smell, and touch, and then,

his sight.

...

The wakefulness of being alive left a faint, foul taste in his mouth. It was a familiar one, too—the blood of a hybrid.

He forced back the taste coating his tongue and supposed his reason for being alive. 

His eyes lazily tried to search over the mostly pearl-colored room before being interrupted by a chipper tone. 

She threw herself onto one side of the bed, near Drake's face. "DRAKE!"

He figured the calm quietness of the sudden noise made his ears ring. "Ow, yeah..."

His sister pulled back and hovered near his bed instead of pressing on it. "Sorry."

"It was your voice, not your position." Drake didn't feel comfortable with her so close anyway. She had started biting people not too long ago. "Where am I?"

He turned his head away, and his eyes fell on Alexander. He slouched back, playing a game with earbuds on. Drake found it odd that no one else was around.

"You're in a C.P.P.A. infirmary. They brought you here to ask questions about the whole...thing." His sister's dance around the topic couldn't be any more apparent. 

He shifted under the fitted sheets. 

Drake felt so tired that he wanted to drift back. He didn't dare ask where the rest of the family was. He figured they didn't want to talk to him. He also assumed Wenna only came out of pity and Alexander, maybe he wants to finish me off. 

"I should probably go tell everyone you're awake. It'll distract them from trying to find that guy themselves and kill him for trying to kill you-" she realized what she said and slowly tapered off. "both."

Wenna dryly chuckled and sprang from her seat. She gave a wave and left the room. 

Drake side-eyed Alexander, "You lied to them?"

"You weren't gonna do it," Alexander said, barely looking up from his game, meaning he heard the conversation the whole time. 

"I got you into that situation!" Drake gripped at the frustration he wanted Alexander to have at him. 

Alexander shrugged, "and? We're both out."

"Are you stupid?" Drake growled. He's just letting me off like everyone else. "What if I didn't help you?!"

"Then I would have died."

Why doesn't he care about his own life? Drake sat up. His body hurt, but he ignored it. "YOU SHOULD BE PISSED."

Alexander looked more interested in his game.

Drake couldn't hear any signs of worry, not even anger. He threw himself up from the bed; Alexander lurched toward Drake, moving his game aside to catch him in case he fell. 

"Get your ass into bed." Alexander snapped. 

Drake slapped at Alexander's hands that reached at him. The brands of guilt burned hotter against every part of his body. "Why would you even help me after what I did! I treated you like shit."

"Get into bed."

Drake refused. His legs shook, unable to hold his own weight. "Pity? Obligation? Bragging rights? Make me feel awful? Kill me yourself?" Drake needed some kind of answer. He needed it to justify himself in some kind of way. "Answer me!" His voice broke in a pleading desperation.

Alexander grabbed Drake's arms. "Don't ask me stupid questions. I don't need a fucking reason to do the right thing." Alexander threw Drake back on the bed. "I will bind your ass to that bed if you get up again when you can barely walk. You had a sliver of energy left after you blasted that curly-haired weirdo. You shouldn't even be alive."

I shouldn't. Drake remembered the taste in his mouth when he woke up. It was clear Alexander gave him his blood to survive. 

Drake heard the approaching heartbeats from outside the door and lowered his head in defeat. He couldn't think of what to say to Alexander. He just sat back and was swarmed by everyone else.

...

Hey, you, thank you so much for reading. I'm glad I put out a story that people can enjoy! I hope you continue to enjoy it as WE have a LOT more to go! YOU BETTER KEEP PROSPERING! (Nonnegotiable, as always~).

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ali vogel’s summer vacation // mckinleyhq pre-opening task.

summer is spent with her older sister eli, traveling with her family to the philippines or cuba ( or somewhere new altogether ), lazy afternoons in her family’s pool, riding her bike around lima, reading just to kill time, working at the local convenience store, cookouts and parties and lots of ice cream. her skin tans dark, her nights are endless, and she rarely wears more than whatever bikini she can find that’s clean.

#let the day just fade away in wild dedication // aes. #tell me i’m pretty // abt. #mckinleyhq tasks.

[girlgerard]

the fact that gerard was straight up in the closet about being such a riot grrrl fanatic in the early years. the scene wasn’t open enough to allow for them to admit that their favorite bands were largely women-fronted - helium, sleater, bikini kill, dresden dolls, etc. - so they only talked about the misfits and morrissey, and very rarely bowie if the interviewer seemed safe enough.

but looking back on it, the way gerard dressed and their stage mannerisms…even before they admitted it in 2014 it’s so obvious their biggest style and performance inspirations were riot grrrls.

[docholligay]

Our heroines are invited to a music competition, taking place in Hawaii.

On its face, this seems like naught but an excuse to get them into bikinis, but remember: Nothing in JEM is accidental, and only rarely is it one-note.

What is Hawaii? It is part of this country, but also not, with a wide geographical distance, and it is only that wide distance, being both within their own world but separated from it, that they can truly find a place to succeed. JEM, an ambitious and altogether hopeful work on the level of other American works such as To Kill a Mockingbird, does not dwell on the pain of separation from the 'mainland' of their desires, but on the chance to prove oneself in a way that may be carried home.

This of course is drawing on experiences of other Americans of minority experience in wartime. Women, being allowed entrance into work life and 'men's work' in a United States that was unlike any we had seen in the past, trying to make their mark and prove themselves. But also the experiences of minority men in the field--it's not for nothing that we see two of the four of them sporting a headdress in the style of "Rambo," a traditional figure of wartime masculinity that would have easily been understood as shorthand back in this era.

On Noted English Scholar Doc

#Noted English Scholar Doc #Doc watches JEM #Jet Wolf Labor Day Weekend

[friendlyfatbee]

6th Hottest Ghosts: DJ Phantasmagloria and Serpci

Serpci is a one trick pony and DJ Phantasmagloria can kick your butt, I will explain why in the following essay- /hj

Serpci:

Looks: I tried to judge her specifically for beauty standards during the New Kingdom of ancient Egypt, at least thats what her attire suggests. Serpci scores perfectly in this catagory with her body type, hairstyle, longer dress, pectoral (type of necklace here, including the usage of gold and faience, which is a common blue-green material), and her makeup. (Source: Fashion and Beauty in Ancient Egypt by The Not So Innocents Abroad, warning: discussion of female anatomy and nude Egyptian statues.) Serpci also furfilled a lot of catagories in regards to wealthy women during this time period, such as fitted lightweight linen or bead dresses (Source: Ancient Egyptian Clothes by Archeology Now, warning: Nudity in Egyptian art used.) Long story short, this woman is rich and attractive.

Personality: Serpci has a pretty good personality! She exudes power and grace with her movements and body language, a witty leader, and even accepts her defeat with dignity (when she is vacuumed up by Luigi and she lays herself to rest.) A detail I’ve noticed is when Luigi manages to survive all her attacks (giant sand head, small sand vipers that shoot projectiles) she’ll… scream in anger. She isn’t infinitely patient, and tbh I understand completely losing it if your almost flawless attack managed to fail. This girl likes to toy with Luigi, ex. Doing a bunch of showy movements and distracting Luigi before sealing him to the bottom of her pyramid, and choosing to give him chills instead of straight up capturing or killing him when she sneaks up on him. While I wish there was more of some sort of character dynamic like having more apparent flaws, perhaps being furious and immature when things don’t go her way? Because most of the time on screen she does things successfully except for defeating Luigi when he does escape the pyramid. I recommend rewatching her fight and seeing her animation for when Luigi dodges her sand serpents that shoot projectiles! Otherwise she doesn’t exhibit toxic traits and seems interesting enough, but thats about it.

Survival Rate: Surprisingly a medium score. So here’s the think about the whole ‘one trick pony’ thing: she can only control sand. All her strong attacks are sand related, but once that’s taken away from her with a vacuum she is vulnerable and lacks any form of threat. Her floor is full of sand, hence she’s super powerful there (unless, like established, it is taken away like vacuuming.) Throw her into another environment, and she’s a fish out of water.

Niceness Rate: Kind of lower, since she seems to enjoy teasing Luigi and then sending him to his demise.

DJ Phantasmagloria:

Looks: Her beauty standards were based within the 1970s (time of both disco and the origin term of Deejay.) She holds up with a wonderful score, such out having a warm bronze appearance, youthful look, thin eyebrows, cranberry lip stick, and of course the iconic Afro which became incredibly popular in black communities. (Source: Beauty Standards Throughout the Decades: The 1970s by Simone Sydel) (If you want to see more evidence of the Afro being popularized along with confident black women, take a look at the article Rare Photos of ‘70s Black Beauty Pageants Celebrate Women Defying Beauty Standards by Kristina Rodulfo. Warning, photos of women in bikinis.) However a point was deducted for the outfit itself just… not really being interesting? Its almost depressing in appearance compared to what outfits were present during the 1970s (ex. Tie-dye, maxi dresses, wide lapel blazer, and more.)

Personality: Fun fact, I ended up having to rewatch her fight because the first time I was too entranced with watching her and enjoying her that I completely forgot to write notes. She’s just there to have a good time! She’s having the time of her unlife!- she doesn’t even tease Luigi that much an enjoy it, she’s just in a good mood. She’s grooving, and she only looks a bit irritated and distressed once Luigi starts vacuuming one of the dancer goobs. She loses her patience however once Luigi messes up the entire dance routine (I enjoy the touch of the record stop sound effect) and immediately gets on the dance floor, acting like everything’s still good only to give Luigi a threatening look. She still has her spirits up throughout the fight, dancing all the while Luigi is dodging her attacks. She even dances in her defeat animation while Luigi vacuums her up, safe to say at this point she heavily values music and performances. Though, like Serpci there is a lack of flaws (though it can be argued that maybe Gloria tries to minimize problems and make them seem not serious for the sake of keeping the atmosphere lighthearted.)

Survival Rate: Somewhat low because her vinyls are on fire, she can summon these vinyls anytime, and uh… getting sliced/lit on fire at the same time does not sound pleasant.

Niceness Rate: Middle of the road, its hard to tell because of no negative or positive actions toward other goobs or toward Luigi.

Overall, I love these two and have no major complaints! And now I shall rewatch DJ Phantasmagloria’s boss fight because I love her. And again. And again and again and again—

#POCKET SAND #luigis mansion 3 #luigi’s mansion 3 #shitpost #my art #lm3 #lm3 serpci #lm3 hot to not #lm3 Dj Phantasmagloria #Dj Phantasmagloria #edit I screwed up Gloria’s name I can’t believe myself 🤦🏻

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

What you said about men not getting horny for their partners and only use them to get off...

It disturbs me that most men are like that. I feel so stigmatized for being single like I have had 2 therapists stigmatize me and suggest there was something wrong with me, and would ask intrusive questions about my sexual and dating history, and even with the information I gave them, would judge me and I felt insane with these therapists like... men are the reason a lot of women go to psch hospital and end up in hospitals, like this whole male dominated system is oppressive and oppression is not good for mental health?!

Anyway, because of how most men are, I expressed to a shrink that I was sad I had not experienced romantic love, she was questioning why I could not experience that now/ really pushed for and assumed I wanted a partner and not grasping betrayal trauma at all.

Like my father was asserting dominance over me.

I had an on and off again dynamic with someone I was dating and that was when he got more threatening and creepy towards me, every time he'd make a sexual remark about my body and how "oh he'd like that" and I'd get upset, he'd say he was "just joking " and "this is how guys are" (in reference to the fact I was 15, and he was comparing his attraction to me to that of a boy my age. Like, he'd make crass comments about me in a bikini and how he'd like to see that.. we were mormon too so I was very uncomfortable. He molested me when I was 4 and I repressed that memory until I was 19, but I thought he was just joking and I was a coward with something wrong with me, that's how I coped because my mother medicated me and pathologized my fears; my family system doesn't hate abusers, they hate truth tellers, we are estranged now since I left the church and cut ties with my father. I am traumatized by it. )

I feel a rage and anguish over my experiences because I learned my father was abusive/ became conscious through my relationships with the boys growing up (left the church because parents normally encourage marriage and my father would tell me if I didn't like his behavior, then to stay away from guys, essentially, was confusing and my mother said he was not being gross or wrong or abusive... she'd tell everyone I had special needs adn things like that....)

I feel impure and guilty for the abuse, anger over being treated like an object, and expressed sadness over basically the fact that my mind is forever messed up by it and I am sad and feel regret over a sense of not experiencing a healthy sexuality..

my first intimate experience that I initiated did feel loving/caring, like he did care about pleasure/wanted me to feel good, (he did not watch porn were both only 15/pretty sheltered from it, but I have never felt safe with a member of the opposite sex since,) it made me dissociate because it didn't feel real, then I froze and pulled away and sometimes look back feeling like a coward and feel a deep regret and shame over not experiencing and exploring a healthy sexuality because I feel that is so rare. I feel repulsed and violated and being gate kept, basically froze up realizing my body wasn't "mine" like my father genuinely viewed me as his property, so I rejected him as a means to protect myself. Was humiliating to be touching feely/intimate and not even kiss/prevented him from doing so because if we were a "thing" I was afraid I might get humiliated, felt like a coward/responsible for not standing up for myself, like I let it happen.

*my father molested me and would share sexual things to me and talkl to me about how sex feels good, makes me want to kill myself. He'd say "this is how guys are" and then would humiliate/cat call me in front of people when some guy was just... speaking to me platonically, he even sexualized my relationship with my brother and I, my brother, I suspect, developed feelings for me and avoided me because of it, never harassed or violated me like my father but never defended or protected me either, stood by the sidelines and in his room, didn't speak to me ever. *

I mal adaptive day dream all the time that my experiences were different, to wash over the filth.

I feel like if i had experienced a. healthy sexuality, I wouldn't feel such violation and shame. I am scared of men now and don't want a bf, I do feel rage over how growing up that was not a choice and i was raised in a cult that talked about free agency, while having a father who said shit like "don't tell guys you are on birth control, or they will think they can have sex with you"; the controlling behavior gives me the creeps. I don't think I will ever fully come to terms with it. I feel murderous rage and anguish all the time. I hate men. My father is the first man who took pleasure in humiliating and violating me, even told me I was pretty when I cried. He'd say this is how guys are, and its disgusting and difficult to accept.

Why are they like this?

hello my dear, thank you for sharing this, i hope it helped you to get it off your chest! it pains me to hear what men put you through - they do that and dont even think about it again while we struggle with it, often for the rest of our lives. its unbelievable your therapists were this incompetent and gross when they should have been there to help you. but i think most therapists arent feminists in that sense they dont even think about how much being a woman in a male dominated society can fuck up your mental health, especially when you experience firsthand male violence like you did. im glad you cut ties with your family especially your awful father but it cant be easy. please dont give up. its not too late. you are not broken. you can get back in touch with your sexuality, with or without men, just give it time and dont pressure yourself, theres nothing wrong with you at all. do you feel safe where you are now? do you have friends who support you? are you still trying to find a therapist who will actually support you? you are more than welcome to either drop into my dms whenever you want to talk or just vent and rant or stay on anon to do so. i send you a big hug!

#ask #men are pigs

[blackbloodredpepper]

EVEN MORE Bob’s Burgers headcannons because I can’t stop myself

Tina is the only one with green eyes, it’s a recessive gene on Linda’s side of the family

Gayle also has green eyes and was convinced for the first few years of Tina’s life that she was somehow Gayle’s child(?) she’s not mentally well, guys

Linda and Gene have blue eyes!

And ofc Louise and Bob have dark brown eyes lol Louise will forever look like Bob

Tina is a Hello Kitty girly change my mind

J-Ju is secretly very protective of Andy and Ollie

When Gene gets a phone, he finds out that the Purbo game is an app and he becomes obsessed with it all over again

Louise gives in to the squishmallow craze and has quite a few

Louise is also heavy into anime. She really enjoys Naruto (because that’s the easiest one to find) and Chainsaw Man the most right now but she watches a LOT of them

Gene and Tina get bored one summer and spend the whole break watching those bad Spanish soap operas on TV (with a little K-drama mixed in there for good measure, thanks to Louise)

Gene is 10000% Twitter famous and he advertises it all the time

Like genuinely Twitter famous it’s amazing

At some point Bob let’s Louise get a pet mouse/rat lol

As long as she promises to keep it up in the apartment

Which she never does lmao she takes it with her everywhere

Gayle has premature hearing loss and wears a hearing aid (rarely, she’s convinced someone’s listening to her through it so she doesn’t wear it often)

Tina gets Louise a star necklace one year for her birthday. It’s pretty good quality and Louise NEVER takes it off

Bob is a hardcore Bikini Kill fan and would sing Rebel Girl to Louise as a lullaby

Louise has a beauty mark under her left eye!

Bob says goodnight to the kids individually, every night, without fail. If he’s not there, he will literally call them and make each of them say goodnight to him before bed

Louise also has a gap between her front teeth!

Louise’s hair gets weirdly curly when she hits puberty lol like Linda has wavy hair sure, but they never expected any of their kids to have curls like Louise does

#fangirl #bob belcher #bob’s burgers #tina belcher #bobs burgers #bob’s burgers headcannon #linda belcher #bob’s burgers fanart #gene belcher #louise belcher #i love louis so much #i love bobs burgers #i love bob so much #the bobs burgers movie #bobs burgers fan #bobs burgers fandom #teddy bobs burgers #bob’s burgers fan #bob’s burgers fandom #bob’s burgers cake episode #i ❤️ bob’s burgers #autistic headcanon #headcannons #bobs burgers headcanons