#cw: misoginy

[picklepie888]

So word got out that Nickelodeon has decided to cease production on a new animated show called Phoebe and Her Unicorn because, according to an executive, "female lead cartoons don't sell well." To show just how backwards and idiotic this statement is, here is a compilation of beloved animated series which were both created by women, and have a female protagonist.

#animation #cartoons #feminism #cw: sexism #cw: misoginy #it's almost 2023 and crusty old men in suits still think women are incapable of telling good stories #nuts to them #nuts to them all #sailor moon #mlp: fim #the owl house #pepper ann #hazbin hotel #tuca and bertie #star vs the forces of evil #bee and puppycat #dc superhero girls #doc mcstuffins #phoebe and her unicorn

[seonghwasblr-moved]

PSA to all of the reaction video watchers! Stop giving @/TeddyGreyOnStuff on youtube a platform!

He refered to XG as a "group of vaginas" and called XG and (G)-idle "tramps" for not catering to a male audience. He is a misogynist, and refers to women as "females" (as seen in the linked twitter video)

Idk what video this is about, as I haven't watched his videos for a loooooong time, but this is not the way to go.

He is a big Stray Kids and ATEEZ fan, and compares other groups to them all the time, and uses them to put down other groups as well.

He also made Hitler jokes

This was his response to the backlash on the XG "reaction"

Don't click on any of his videos, but please go report his youtube channel!

Stop giving this man a platform. If you've only watched his reactions to your favourite boygroups, you probably didn't know about this, so I don't blame you. Now you know, so please stop supporting him. (I haven't watched the XG video, but this is what I saw on twitter!)

Also this post isn't for people to hate on reaction video watchers, skz fans or atz fans

TLDR: this man is a piece of shit

#maja talks #cw misoginy #tw misoginy #tw hitler #cw hitler #it's mentions of him and not actually him but just in case #kpop #let me know if I worded anything weirdly or anything #english isn't my first language and I am quite bad at wording things in these kind of posts #cw misogyny #tw misogyny #idk which spelling is right tbh

[jazz-dude]

Harrison Armory would be making misogynist pulp adventure magazines.

#jazz-dude talks #cw misogyny #misoginy mention #lancer #lancer rpg

[dumblemonchickenwing]

., negative, cw misogyny

#misoginy #my stuff #negative cw #m also unfair btw #personal #tw vent

[onegaylittleant]

On the topic of Hades & Persephone retellings:

Something in all these new stories that pisses me of more than the blatant misoginy, uncreative characters and lackluster worldbuilding is the huge amounts of wasted potential that they put on the table but refuse to do anything with because they're to caught up in writing Alpha-Male porn.

These concepts of Demeter being a Not-The-Best or overbearing mom, or the idea that Persephone was somewhat or even entierly on board with following Hades to begin with are like Good ideas for a retelling.

Just picture this right; (cw: talk of grooming under the cut)

Persephone & Demeters relationship is strained, Persephone develops a "rebellious" streak. She meets Hades, this super cool older guy who's badass and Gets her in ways the other adults in her life just don't. She opens up to him about her frustrations with her mother and he takes her side on the matter. He joins her in shittalking her mom and they get closer and closer as she drifts further away from her mother. He introduces her to things she's not entierly comfortable with but she doesn't want to seem imature so she follows him. Her mother is critical of him, but this just spurrs her on because she's just So Much More Mature than her mother gives her credit for, at least that's what Hades says. He isolates her, and by the time she recognizes his predatory nature and starts missing her mother she in too deep to find a way out on her own. But Demeter won't give up on her daughter, she keeps fighting for her.

They have similar building blocks but end up in different places. And if you wanna talk feminist retellings, at least this one would be critical of the abusive man + prioritizing the relationships between the actual women in the story.

It's also something that happens to young girls everywhere all the time. Grooming is a huge danger for girls right now, and is much more common than some dude kidnapping a girl because he thinks she's hot (although that absolutely still happens). I just think that's a story actually worth telling instead of the same "she wanted it actually" narratives that have become so popular.

#greek mythology #greek myth retellings #persephone #demeter #hades #booklr #booktok #anti booktok

[kastelixa]

☆彡The sky longs to see the sun go down

Title from Fly by Bloodwitch

Summary: It’s a hot day today, but not hot enough to get a handjob from a certain best friend!

Notes: Is a crack fic supposed to be written this seriously. Forgive for some of the rambling and rushed writing it’s 4AM and I am running on sparkling water and belvita snacks. This was just for funsies ▼・ᴥ・▼

Cw: Male/Male, reader has cock and balls, some noncon mention, humiliation mention, sexuality denial, misoginy in one sentence, mentions of Ashley and Ada, OOC cause Leon’s a perv, mentions of fisting? Lol

Wc: 1,872

You tug at the hem of your sweater self-consciously, the combination of sweat and oil making you shudder. It’s gross; makes you feel like you spent hours stuck in a locked car without the windows down or proper air conditioning. Kind of like a dog or a baby, except it must be worse for them. It’s not like you’re actually trapped somewhere after all— not permanently. It’s just that your room’s AC is broken, and you lack the balls to call up a repairman due to fear of judgement.

What? It’s a scary thing. What if with one good look they take off running for the hills? It’s a possibility. One in a million, but still a possibility. Still, it’s so damn hot in here that you consider going through with it. Anything is better than sitting in your personal hell— even calling someone through the phone. Maybe if you still lived with your dad, he could have helped. Mom would surely say “do it yourself” and leave you hanging. It’s not like she knows anything about that stuff anyways, she’s a woman.

Sitting up with a groan, you pass a hand over the bed sheets you were just laying on, cringing when moisture collects on your skin. It’s even worse when you look back and see the massive patch of sweat in the shape of your body on the bed. It’s like a crime scene. A nasty, sweaty crime scene. Enough is enough. You really can’t take much more of this. You feel like you’re dying, and no it’s not an exaggeration. This is why you prefer winter over summer. Sure, it gets cold, but honestly you’d rather freeze than melt into a puddle of goo.

First your sweater goes, then your shirt, then your pants, then your socks and shoes. You strip it all until you’re standing completely naked in the middle of your room. It’s not like your roommate is here. Well, he is, but he’s showering. Asshole got to the bathroom first before you could. The water has been running for at least thirty minutes now, and it bothers you more than you’d like to admit. Whatever though, right? Leon is Leon. He’s a greedy bastard, no matter how much he denies it. It’s like, just because you’re friends doesn’t mean you get to be pushed around and shit.

Just ‘cause it gets your heart fluttering and your blood flowing to places that are better left unnamed doesn’t mean you like it. (read: yes it does).

Somehow, it’s only getting hotter in here now. Getting somewhat desperate, you walk over to open the window beside your bed with a huff, having to crawl over the mattress to do so— which leaves you in a rather suggestive position. One that, due to your focus on the heat, catches Leon’s attention as soon as he walks in. Maybe you’d have focused more on the sound of the shower turning off if you weren’t so damn busy. Anyways, Leon isn’t so dignified either. He wears nothing but a thin towel around his waist, skin glistening with water droplets and moisturizing lotion. It’s not a gay thing, he promises that. Can’t men look good too?

The first thing his eyes land on is the way your ass juts out, back slightly curved as you used whatever strength you could from your upper body to slide the window up. Although he’s never particularly been interested in men, you’re his best friend. That’s different. He’s been friends with you since like… childhood. That’s enough time to make him forget about the junk between your legs. Though, it’s pretty hard to do that now when he’s staring straight at it. At least your cock is smaller than his. He’s just been standing there staring like a weirdo with nothing better to do. He gets an idea when his cock starts to kick, blood rushing to the thick length, making it stand tall at attention. He’s always wanted to try anal.

You finally get that window open after some grunting and huffing, hoping the small draft of fresh air would be enough to cool you down. With a sigh of relief, you turn only to come face-to-face with your best friend. Leon watches with a subtle smirk as you yelp and scramble to shield your bare body with the blanket left draped over the bed. It’s almost pitiful. And somewhat offensive? You’ve been friends for years, but you can’t even stand being naked around him? Some friend you are.

He snatches the blanket away with a quick hand, the movement making the towel around his waist fall and bunch around his legs. Now they’re both naked. “What?” He huffs, “Never seen a guy’s junk before?”

He knows that’s not true. You know that too. You’ve seen a guy’s junk before. Just not your best friend’s. Confused and embarrassed, you still try to cover yourself up with your hands, cupping them over your crotch. “What’s wrong with you?” You glare, shooting Leon a scowl. “You couldn’t have knocked or something?” You try not to stare, you really try. But it’s staring right at you. His dick. Uncircumcised and honestly a decent length. It’s not like it’s monstrously big or something, that’s ridiculous. Not that you’d mind if it was. Death by huge cock would be a nice way to go.

Leon rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s acting so damn nonchalant, as if his dick isn’t twitching against his tummy, begging for attention. “Really? I could have sworn this was my place too.” He doesn’t hide his staring, not at all. You can see as clear as day that his eyes are looking directly at your crotch, examining closely. It’s a stare that could almost come across as judgmental, and that makes your cheeks heat up with humiliation. Sheepishly, you shut your thighs, dipping your chin so you could peer up at Leon through your lashes.

“Yeah, well…” You trail off, unsure of what to say at this point.

“You know,” Leon butts in before you could even finish your train of thought, “you have a nice cock.”

“Huh?” You stammer, mouth dumbly shaping an ‘O’ out of shock. Did he really just say that? Were your ears deceiving you? Well, obviously not, since he repeats himself without a care in the world.

“I said you have a really nice cock.” Leon nods, as if he were some sort of penis reader or something. It kind of reminds you of those competitions they would hold at fairs. What pig is bigger? Well, in this case, which cock is nicer? Now vote! Honestly, it brings you an odd sense of warmth knowing your best friend would vote for you in that case. Enough about cock comparison and voting though, you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you feel warm hands grab onto each of your thighs. What the fuck is he doing now? You don’t think your best friend would touch you without your explicit approval (not that you’d mind), but he’s getting oddly touchy.

“You know,” Leon clears his throat awkwardly, struggling with social ineptitude just as much as you were. “I hear guys touch their friends sometimes… just for fun…” As he speaks, his hands gently push yours away from your crotch, the thick pad of his thumb running a slow line towards your penis. Immediately, your heart jumps so high you swear you feel it in your throat. You wouldn’t say no to this. Not really. It’s a tricky situation, but who wouldn’t want their dick rubbed by their bestie? Especially one known for his good-looks. A few seconds of thumbing at the base, and he finally wraps a hand around your length, squeezing lightly.

“Woah!” You gasp, breathing coming out hitched and ragged. It feels good, so good. The combination of adrenaline and pleasure might be too much. Honestly, you’re way more worried about what you’re saying. What kind of imbecile says ‘woah!’ while getting a handjob by their best friend? You, that’s who. Judging by the slightly amused look on Leon’s face, he thinks you’re an idiot. But you’re the idiot he’s jacking off, so who’s really the embarrassing one here? All you can hear is the slow schlick schlick schlick of his fist pumping your meat, the noise wet and sticky due to the amount of precum you had produced in a short amount of time.

Yeah, you’re not lasting at all. Who fucking cares? You’re getting your dick beat! By your best friend!

You groan into the palm of your hand, pathetic moans and whimpers escaping you within every second. Man, you’d be a good pornstar. Maybe you should consider it; college debt would be paid off much easier. Hips tilting forward for more, you watch intently, taking in every detail. Leon’s no different, he’s just as enthralled. Dare he say he’s finally getting what he’d dreamed of. Assuming dreaming about jacking your friend was normal. Maybe he’d try sticking this same hand up your ass later. He dreamt about that too at some point. Maybe he just likes you or something. That thought is weirder to him than all the other ones though.

His arm is starting to get tired, but he doesn’t slow down or anything, he just picks up pace. Fisting your cock is just as straining as when he lifts weights at the gym, and he considers doing this instead of working out every weekend. Easier to do and cheaper. Sure, he’s got all the money he could possibly need, but $30 for a gym membership that he has to pay for monthly is too much, even for him. He tightens his grip a little, squeezing rhythmically once he feels your cock starting to twitch and jump, signaling oncoming orgasm.

“Ah! Fuck! There… there!” You practically whine, back arching and hips bucking weakly, the muscles in your belly tightening and relaxing as wave after wave of pure, unbridled ecstasy washed over you. Who knew a handjob could feel this good? From someone else, that is. The ones you give yourself don’t match up. Leon obliges, continuing with his set pace and watching as thick spurts of cum splashed onto his hand, the enthusiastic bursts soon turning into lazy, creamy drools down the slit of your cock. He thought it’d be kind of gross to get someone else’s cum on him like this, but seeing how dazed and disoriented you looked made him smile, and that’s what counts. It’s not all that bad.

Curious, he brought his cum-coated hand up to his face, tongue lolling out to lap up one swipe of the mess. It smells musky, and tastes… peculiar. Not bad, so that means your diet is good at least. Just kind of salty and sticky, if sticky were a taste. There’s no other way to describe it really. He had remembered the taste of Ada’s cum and Ashley’s from when he had eaten them out before when they were dating (separately), but theirs also had variety. Anyways, instead of thinking like some cum connoisseur, he waits for you to finish panting and whimpering like some overheated dog before speaking.

“So, my turn?”

#kastelixa ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ #kastelixa #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy x you #smut #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x male reader #literally just me rambling lol #wrote at 4am on a discord call w a friend #yes we spun a wheel for the trope #friends to lovers won #more like friends to friends with benefits?

[burningvillage]

THE QUEEN OF SORROWS

To fall is often better than to rise.

Hybern's death has left an empty throne and a widowed Queen Consort. The situation is dire and Rheia's rise to power has her with more questions than answers. Against all better judgement, she sets her sights to strike an alliance with the very same people her late husband fought against. Although her return to Prythian has been a long time coming, it seems her only chance of survival is alligning herself with the most infamous of the Seven Courts.

PAIRING: Azriel x Tamlin's sister!Oc

CW: Politics; Misoginy; Forced Marriage; SMUT

TW: sexual trauma; abuse; self-harming;

Each and every chapter will be properly flagged for any triggering argument treated.

It is expected to be a slow-update fic, since I'm a uni student and have to proof-read everything myself. I'm working to get at least five chapters ready before starting to post officially.

I'm more used to Ao3 so the format could be weird! Hopefully I'll learn in a few.

I'll see you soon.

#acotar fanfiction #the queen of sorrows #a court of thorns and roses fanfiction #acotar fic #azriel acotar

[switch-puppygirl]

⚠ read before interacting ⚠

DNI LIST:

minors - block on sight if no age in bio

anyone with blank/ageless blog / a blog that seems fake / anyone that looks like a bot - you'll be blocked on sight, you've been warned

terfs, transphobes, anti-LGBTQIA+ folk

DNI if you don't respect trans rights.

anyone with the following kinks: r4pe, detrans, raceplay, misoginy, patriarchy, incest

this list may be edited at anytime.

Why did you follow me?

Your posts probably made me horny. Yeah that's pretty much it.

Should I send asks/comment/interact with you?

I mean feel free to (after reading the whole post), but I can't sext back. I do feel my tail wag and exhibitionist kink tingle when you praise me there, tho~

Oh, I may take a while to answer you. That's because I need to talk to my owner first. If he doesn't like you that's too bad. Please don't pressure me to answer quickly.

Asks are tagged #sunny asks.

Can I DM you?

DMs are too personal for me. Idk if I'll ever answer them. I'm sorry if I just ignore you. You could send an ask tho.

I'm not looking for new friends but some puppy buddies seem nice. Just remember, I already have an owner!

Again, I may take a while to answer you since I have to talk to my owner first.

If my owner doesn't like you I may never answer again 🤷‍♀️

Oh, I almost forgot: English is not my first language. So if I say something in a weird way, feel free to help me correct it, as I'm always learning.

now let me introduce myself 🦴

Hello! I'm sunflower. You can call me sunflower, sun or sunny if you'd like.

Have you noticed there's a dom/switch puppygirl shortage in the market? Well, fear not, for here I am.

This is my horny blog to post about my puppy thoughts without my friends thinking I'm a weird furry.

Feel free to read my hornyposting, but beware: I bite.

Me being switch also means I won't be all helpless and braindead as you may expect. I mean, I am pretty helpless and dumb, but not as much as my puppy friends. So keep that in mind!

some things about me

I'm a woman and use she/her pronouns.

🏳‍🌈 I'm a panromantic sapphic. I may post about men or women at anytime. I will use #sunny sapphic when posting about girls and and #sunny fiancé when posting about men (likely only referring to my fiancé).

💍 By the way, I'm engaged to the most perfect owner ever! That means I won't be able to flirt with anyone. Sucks to be you I guess. He also reads my blog. Hi, love!~

As for cute pet names, you can call me pup, puppy and good girl. Yeah not all that creative right, I'm still discovering things. If you act someway I dislike, I'll tell you and I expect you to respect me okay? We're both adults here!

💛 My favorite kinks (for now) are: pet play (duuuh!), praise, orgasm control/edging, overstimulation, breeding, impreg, bondage, shibari, free use, dry humping, femdom, thigh riding, scissoring, feral play

⚠ I may post about those kinks as well (in a light way! :3): knife play, impact play, exhibitionism, blood play, masochism / sadism, choking, intoxication, breathplay. All those will have cw. Consent is mandatory.

❌ Hard limits: r@p3 play, CBT, hypno, scat / piss, cuckold / cheating, basicaly anything else that makes unconscious, anything mortal aaaand, believe it or not, eating/drinking out of a bow or being out in public while leashed.

I'm still getting used to a bunch of things. I guess I'm primal hunter. I guess I like knotting. Who knows. I'm about to find out.

BEWARE: I LIKE TAKING BATHS

BEWARE: I ALSO GROWL AND BITE A LOT

IF I FLIRTED WITH YOU: NO I DIDNT SORRY IF IT CAME OUT THAT WAY ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR MAKING YOU UNCOMFORTABLE IF I DID

ALSO (I keep on remembering things to add...) I'm GNC (most days). That means I'll sometimes post about wearing ties, suits and boxers. Just a heads-up - my pronouns will always be she/her tho, and I don't like to be called darling, handsome etc

Tags

#sunny sapphic

#sunny fiancé

#sunny asks

#sunny dom

#sunny top

#sunny sub

#pinned #petpl4y #petpl@y #breeding pet #puppygirl #puppy girl #puppyposting #puppy sub #puppy dom #puppy gf #primalposting #weeelll here we go

[cepheusgalaxy]

T h i n k i n g a b o u t the horror au

Cws: self harm ment, queerphobia, ableism, misoginy and racism mentions.

Im still gonna go with that route but I think I wanna get those concepts ive talked about and turn them into analogies

"God forbid a [insert minority group here] be angry"

Its a line i see sometimes and honestly, i think its true. If you are a part of a minority group, may it be queer, black, asian, muslim, woman, disabled, neurodivergent, or whatever it is, people dont want us getting mad. They take us to our limit and then demonize our anger. See, a black person mad? Violent. A woman? Histeric. A trans person? """"""Delusional"""""". A disabled person? "Negative and dreadful >:(".

Going back to the horror au, Megan's thing is that hes being kept captive by a scientist who wants to turn him into a horror monster. It doesn't work since they defeat him first, but Megan is left with outbursts of strong feelings and goes Feral mode sometimes :) i think if i can change it a bit, i can get it to be a metaphor for Anger. Hes been through a lot, and now hes Angry. Its "monstruous" tho. He avoids it. He even goes as far as self harming to keep himself from going Feral Mode. He does it for the comfort of others. Yes it may be violent, and he does need to find a better way to cope than just self sacrificing and harming himself just because its better for others :) but its Ok to be angry. Ofc tho, im gonna have him learn this the hardest way :)

#my wips #horror au #megan oc #anyways just rambles #whump #au tag

[arquivista2]

this is Submeta-se Ou Morra, parte 3

this took me a long time to make due to a writers block, but im fine now

CW: misoginy, smoking

SUBMETA-SE OU MORRA

Parte 3: Motivo

Do céu londrino, o Homem derramava suas lágrimas pesadas. Tão pesadas, de fato, que elas batiam no teto do carro como balas, mesmo ainda não perfurando-o.

A caminho de Nova Scotland Yard, Jason Cunningham segurava com força o volante e resmungava, perguntando-se como perdeu o controle no interrogatório. Alexandre Bertrand, enquanto isso, olhava superficialmente para o folheto recuperado da testemunha. Tinha no mínimo três páginas de dez centímetros, presas por um único grampo. E o título dizia, em letras grandes de forma:

— "Nachgeben Oder Sterben"...— Alexandre lia. — Alguma ideia do que significa?

— Nenhuma. — Jason respondeu, resmungando e momentaneamente voltando à realidade. — É o folheto, né?

— Exato. — Guardou-o na bolsa. — Não vou lê-lo agora.

— Seria bom, mas... Estamos chegando.

Jason estacionou o carro e rapidamente saiu com um guarda-chuva, acompanhado de Alexandre ao seu lado. Entrando na delegacia, fechou e deixou-o próximo à porta, olhando ao redor. A delegacia estava agitada naquele dia, pelo que era visível no saguão. Oficiais andavam de um lado para o outro carregando pastas, prisioneiros, entre muitos outros. Civis deixavam queixas aos montes. Haviam também "guardas" trajando uma espécie de armadura amarelada e portando grandes armas. O crime estava aumentando demais, junto da polícia. Mas Jason precisava focar no seu próprio caso. Não queria fazer Alexandre perder a paciência com ele, como quase fez no interrogatório. Então, perguntou, sussurrando:

— Bloody Liz, primeiro?

— Foi o que pensei. — Alexandre respondeu, no mesmo tom. — Depois falamos com Church e Lawrence, eles certamente estão ocupados.

Os dois logo andaram até o elevador e adentraram-no, apertando o botão do quinto andar. As portas se fecharam e eles começaram a subida. Olhando-se no espelho, Cunningham penteou seus cabelos ruivos com as suas mãos, apertou sua gravata preta e ajustou seu sobretudo desbotado enquanto Bertrand mexia no seu tapa-olho e endireitava a postura.

Então, a dupla saiu do elevador, e andaram até um dos escritórios dele. Na porta, estava escrito, em uma placa dourada: "Detetive inspetora-chefe E. Black". A chamada "Bloody Liz". Bertrand, receioso, bateu na porta e perguntou:

— Senhorita Black?

— Bertrand. — Respondeu uma voz feminina e grave. — Cunningham está com você também, imagino. Entrem.

Então Cunningham abriu a porta, e lá estava ela, de costas para eles, com uma das mãos no seu bolso, e a outra no cigarro, com a fumaça claramente saindo pela janela, mas ainda deixando o cheiro impregnado no escritório. Ela era mais baixa que os dois e tinha cabelos negros e curtos, da altura da sua mandíbula definida. Apesar da sua estatura, Elizabeth Black não era qualquer policial. Devido à sua experiência e alta posição, seu principal local de trabalho era aquela sala, e ela raramente saía de lá, então ela fazia questão de decorá-lo com coisas que a lembrassem de suas conquistas e sua vida pessoal, como: doze balas amassadas emolduradas na parede, um taser, uma pistola, diversas páginas de jornais penduradas por pregos e, escondida num canto da mesa, uma foto dela junto de outra mulher, com quem se parecia muito.

— Acertei. — Ela jogou seu cigarro pela janela e virou seus dois olhos vermelhos para os dois, cruzando os braços. — Então, como vai o caso?

— Fizemos bastante progresso. — Bertrand tirou o folheto da bolsa e mostrou para ela. — Acho que nós já podemos estabelecer um motivo.

— Onde conseguiram isso?

— De uma testemunha. — Cunningham escondeu suas mãos atrás das costas, esperando que ela não perguntasse sobre o interrogatório.

— E como foi lá? — Black sentou-se na sua cadeira.

Cunningham respirou fundo. Olhou para Bertrand e ele olhou-o de volta. Ele levemente acenou com a cabeça e voltou a olhar para Black.

— Nós conduzimos um interrogatório, senhora, — Bertrand explicou — e eventualmente descobrimos que três atiradoras, todas mulheres, entraram no pub, mataram todos os homens – detalhe, apenas os homens – e forçaram a testemunha a colaborar ou ser mais uma vítima. "Submeta-se ou morra", nas palavras dela.

— Certo. Me dá o folheto.

Bertrand entregou o folheto a Black e observou-a lê-lo.

— "Nachgeben Oder Sterben"... Alemão, óbvio. "Submeta-se ou morra", como nossas atiradoras supostamente disseram.

— Então isso era para as testemunhas. — Cunningham assumiu.

— Não necessariamente. — Ela abre o folheto e começa a leitura. — "Eu sou Johanna. Eu me cansei do gênero masculino. Do homem. Eles assediam. Estupram. Matam. São biologicamente inferiores em todos os aspectos, incluindo inteligência e resistência..."

— Isso é eugenia. — Bertrand interrompeu, de braços cruzados.

— Hm? — Black virou seus olhos para ele.

— "Inferioridade biológica" é um conceito muito utilizado no darwinismo social e na eugenia. O tipo de argumento que favoreceu muito certos grupos no passado.

— Nazistas, colonizadores europeus, etc. — Cunningham concluiu.

— Isso, obrigado.

— Eu ainda não terminei. — Black interrompeu-os, secamente. — "Homens traem. Homens fazem guerras. Homens espancam suas mulheres e seus filhos. Homens dirigem bêbados e causam acidentes na estrada por motivos bobos. Os homens são idiotas. A humanidade ficaria melhor sem eles. Por isso, eu decidi exterminá-los. Se você for uma mulher e ler esse texto, você só tem duas opções: submeter-se a mim e me ajudar em minha cruzada contra esta espécie maligna ou morrer junto com eles. Se você for um homem, você deveria se matar."

— Só isso? — Cunningham perguntou.

— Tem algo escrito atrás. "Para me contactar, ligue para este número..." Imbecil. — Ela deixa o folheto em cima da sua mesa, pega um telefone fixo de uma gaveta e deixa-o junto do folheto. — Bertrand, me faz um favor e liga essa merda.

Ele logo obedeceu-a, conectando o telefone na tomada, e ela discou o número.

— Já pega o martelo. — Ela disse, terminando a discagem. — Alô, eu posso falar com "Johanna"?

Enquanto ela falava, Cunningham pegou um martelo no canto da sala.

— Não? — Inclinou a sua cabeça. — Eu estou procurando uma tal "Johanna", conhece? Sabe, a autora do manifesto? Ah, você quer saber quem fala? Meu nome é Ivy White. Sim, isso, Ivy White. Sou... dona de casa. Uhum, isso. Você quer que eu vá aí à meia-noite? Poxa, não tá muito tarde...? Ok, tudo bem. Vou dar um jeito. Obrigada. Tchau!

Elizabeth olhou bem nos olhos de Jason, e antes dela terminar a ligação, ele bateu no telefone com o martelo, quebrando-o.

— Vocês sabem o que fazer. — Ela se levantou da mesa e acendeu outro cigarro. — Vão pra casa, os dois.

Bertrand e Cunningham agradeceram Black e saíram do escritório, levando o folheto com eles, logo entrando no elevador.

— O que você acha disso tudo? — Alexandre perguntou enquanto as portas se fechavam.

— Disso tudo o quê? — Jason rebateu, apertando o botão do primeiro andar.

— Do caso, do assassinato em massa, do motivo...

— Agora não. Talvez depois eu fale.

Jason e Alexandre passaram pelo saguão novamente, em silêncio, sem observar o movimento como antes. Enquanto o primeiro tinha seu foco total em achar seu guarda-chuva, o último estava mais preocupado com o bem-estar do seu colega. Como ele estava se sentindo, como ele lidava com toda aquela situação. Os dois logo saíram da delegacia e entraram no carro.

Jason deu a partida e começou a dirgir na direção da casa de Alexandre, segurando firme o volante, concentrado na estrada. Mas Alexandre ainda continuava inquieto. Ele logo perguntou:

Ele não sabia que, com aquela pergunta, despertou um pensamento do fundo do seu âmago. Jason sentiu garras envolverem seu pescoço e sua cabeça, enquanto sua visão lentamente desfocava e sua concentração esvaía-se. Ele logo ouviu um sussurro, no pé do seu ouvido direito:

— Pode falar agora, Jason?

— Você quer saber o que eu acho disso tudo, Alexandre? — Perguntou, rispidamente, agarrando o volante.

— Fale, Jason... Fale o que você sente... Bota tudo pra fora, tigrão...

— Sim, exato.

— Eu acho que todas essas putas são iguais! — Jason reclamou, quase gritando. — Elas ficam falando dos homens como se a gente fosse uns monstros...

— Não me envolva nisso. — Sussurrou, sem interromper o colega.

— ... mas eu tenho certeza que elas só falam esse tipo de merda por falta de pica! Se tivessem o que fazer da vida, cuidando de criança, fazendo comida, limpando casa, elas ficavam bem caladinhas! Bem no seu lugar.

Alexandre suspirou esfregou os olhos com a ponta dos dedos, tentando não abaixar-se ao nível do seu parceiro.

— Bom, talvez elas tenham motivos mais concretos que... isso. — Concluiu, passivamente agressivo, e não falou mais nada.

Jason também logo percebeu a gravidade da sua fala. Não sabia nem como aquelas palavras saíram da sua boca. Nunca se imaginou falando aquelas coisas. Como se, por um breve instante, um espírito particularmente preconceituoso e retrógado havia o possuído, e usado sua garganta para proferir barbaridades sem igual.

— Desculpa... — Tentou dizer, as palavras quase não saindo da sua boca de tão baixas. — Não quis dizer isso.

— Tudo bem. — Alexandre respondeu, cortando-o.

Daquele ponto até a casa de Alexandre, Jason sentiu uma imensa culpa no peito, que apenas se intensificou quando ele encarou-o com uma raiva genuína no olhar e desceu sem dizer mais nada, rapidamente entrando em sua casa. Pensando naquilo, voltou para o seu apartamento.

Lágrimas desciam pelo seu rosto de Jason enquanto Alexandre, apesar de furioso, preocupava-se cada vez mais com seu colega.

FIM DO ATO 1

[unholymanwife]

Hello, welcome to my personal risquè/horny hellhole!

Feel free to send in asks, thirsts or anything that suits your fancy (DMs are open as well, but please don't expect anything other than chatting).

I'm a queer, aromantic trans guy and mostly attracted to men. I'm a top/dom, but slide on the "scale" (sub top, service dom, soft dom, hard dom) very loosely!

Here you will find:

("⚠️" is for content that will always be tagged with their respectives CW/TWs just in case)

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Dom/sub dynamics

Plenty of soft domming and service topping

Bondage/restraints

Praise and occasional degradation

Marking + bruising

Overstim + orgasm control

Edging, teasing and begging

Dacryphilia

Size difference

(⚠️?) Blasphemy kink

⚠️CNC

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⚠️Bloodplay (light)

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Misoginy kinks

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Age/play

Sc/at

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Enjoy your stay!

[cupofchiya]

lets talk misogyny in the atla fandom

there's a lot in it, actually but lets focus on one thing specific: lack of nuance

female characters in media are rarely ever allowed to have nuance, usually fitting some sort of archetype of sexy badass, sweet love interest, mom, military woman, or evil seductress

now, ALL of the characters in ATLA fit a stereotype, but what makes them so good is that they are so much more than that. especially in regards to the female characters, even though they do initially fit into some tropes, they are allowed to grow and develop and have traits beyond that.

However, the fanon version of female characters in ATLA just aren't allowed to be nuanced the way men are: Suki's badass, Katara's a mom, Toph is androgynous and tough, Ty Lee is a bimbo, mai is emo, Azula is a psycho (which is also ableist but we're not gonna get into that rn) etc etc

very little is ever said in regard to WHY they're this way, and none of the other personality traits that dont fit this mold they've created get explored (ex. Suki's loyalty to the kyoshi warriors and pressure to protect her village, Katara's anger and passion for social justice, Toph's empathy and insecurity, Ty lee's desire to stand out, mai having to repress her emotions her whole life bc she was never as important as her dads political career)

Its why Zuko is allowed to yell about his honor every episode in s1 but Katara isn't allowed to grieve her mom. why some ppl seriously think that Azula is "worse than Ozai" (no seriously thats a thing). Male characters are allowed to get breathing room, are allowed to make mistakes. Ppl look at male characters with more nuance than they look at female characters. Ppl can claim how u act in fandom isn't reflective of how you act irl, but women in real life tend to be a lot more scrutinized for their choices and mistakes than men, and this is an example of this phenomenon happening in fiction.

going back to the nuance: aside from misogyny, not being able to discern the depths of characters just makes for bad storytelling. The reason ATLA is so well loved is bc of how much we get to learn about all the characters, even side ones like Mai and Ty Lee. Stripping away all that detail and hyperfocusing on one characteristsic (ex. Toph being aggressive) just makes the story less interesting

small rant but its been getting on my nerves. i might rb if i hv more to say later on lol

#cw: ableism #misoginy #misogyny #atla fandom salt #fandom meta #atla critical #suki #leave my girl katara alone #katara #toph #ty lee #mai #azula #dont even get me STARTED on homophobic katara #fuck whoever made that hc #also toph is actually very emotional AND emotive #she just has a crude way of showing it #ty lee is quite smart actually #her constant flattering of azula is bc she knows what azula will do if she doesnt obey her command

[brachot-and-boobies]

A real issue I have with the misoginy kink / corrective rape kink crowd is how many of their blogs have posts on them like "btw this is not a joke i really think this stuff is okay".

TAKE A LONG WALK OFF A SHORT PEIR

#kink stuff #cw misoginy #cw rape #cw corrective rape

[thomotomo]

Kia ora! Could i request a peaky blinders x male reader, where y/n is in a secret relationship with his brother tommy shelby? fluff and hiding from period typical homophobic laws

A/N: Hello dear anon! I hope you will like it! I’m not watching Peaky Blinders so I tried to keep in the universe and in character but I’m pretty sure I messed up a few things lol. Hopefully you will enjoy it nonetheless! Thanks for requesting :3

TW/CW: Incest, Slurs/derogatory terms about gay men, misoginy (ig, well they don’t talk well about women), Mention of period typical homophobia - Read at your own risks

Words: 2.4K

The atmosphere in the room was tense. Some members of the gang had been attacked and it seemed that other rival gangs in Birmingham were pushing their luck, titillating your family into making mistakes.

You weren’t really concentrated on the discussion, rather you observed your brother (and secret lover) who was seated opposite to where you were standing, a whisky in his hand, discussing the serious matter with a frown on his face with your brother, Arthur and your Aunt Polly.

You tried following the flow of the conversation but the soft light reflecting on Tommy’s face was making him way too attractive and his shining eyes were marvellous, you wanted to kiss away the frown on his face, hold him in your arms and proclaim to the world that you loved him.

Sadly, you weren’t able to do so for a numerous of reason, firstly he was your brother, and although wedding between cousins were accepted, people were taking less kindly two children from the same mother to be in love. And secondly well, people of your kind weren’t well liked (not to say absolutely despised), two men lying together was seen as an abomination and you had witnessed a few times boys being beaten for being accused of being a “fag”.

Truth to be told, you hated being unable to be with him, go outside together, not giving a care about anything or anybody but sadly you knew you couldn’t do that. You wanted to stay alive and not cause the downfall of your family’s gang and basically not disgracing them socially, so here you were, trying to listen to the conversation.

“What are your thoughts (Y/N)?”, it was Arthur who spoke up. You tried to stay collected on the outside and completely panicking inside.

“Oh erm. I think we should maybe execute one person, one example to assert our dominance and show them this as a warning and we won’t stay here doing nothing?”, they nodded as you sighed, feeling less stressed now that you answered to them.

You lit up a cigarette and smoked slowly as they discussed about who they will take down, their level in the other gang. And after debating for another ten minutes they settled on kidnapping, Ralph McAllister, a middle-ranked member from the Birmingham Boys you had seen few times in town.

All of you stayed a bit more, discussing other issues until Polly had to leave, kissing all of you on the cheek. Arthur did the same, but leaving with a clasp on the shoulder, not without proposing both of you to meet him tonight at the Garrison Pub, which you agreed to do, he left both of you alone.

You waited until you were sure they were far enough and that nobody would be able to see you, you walked to Tommy, putting your cigarette on the ashtray and took his face in your hands, kissing him softly. He sighed in the kiss and put his free hand on your hip, gently caressing it with his thumb.

“Everything is such a mess. Fucking assholes they think they can try and steal our territory.”, his hand gripped your hip a bit tightly. You caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, looking at him seriously.

“They fucking sucks but we’re going to crush them. Don’t think about them now and relax.”, you felt his grip loosen as he downed the rest of the whiskey and put the glass on the table next to him. He tapped your hip with his fingers, making you move from above him, allowing him to stand up. He gazed at you lovingly and took your hand in his.

“Maybe we should move to the bedroom? There will be no risks of being the caught.”

You nodded and followed him in his bedroom, locking the door behind you as Tommy closed the curtains, just in case. Tommy then went to his seat and you joined him, sitting on his lap, his hand directly went to your check. You leaned in it, smiling at him. You enjoyed those quiet moments with him where you could do anything without any care in the world.

He peppered your cheeks with kisses, attempting to kiss all of your freckles, making you laugh lowly. Tommy then looked at you with a gentle smile and finally kissed you on the lips; you deepened it, adding a bit of tongue to the kiss. Tommy’s free hand went around your waist, smiling in the kiss and after a few more seconds of kissing he moved his mouth to your jaw, then your neck, letting you breath as he lightly bit your neck, avoiding leaving any marks.

He stopped after a while, breathing a bit strongly, putting his head on your shoulder, both of his arms now wrapping your waist. You stroked his hair, smiling softly and shuddering as his hot breath hit your neck.

“We’ll have to meet with Arthur later…”, you regretfully said.

“Yeah… But don’t think about that love. Now we’re having a moment together.”

You smiled at him and yelped when he stood up and suddenly put his hands under your thighs. He chuckled at the sound as by reflex you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you to his bed and put you on it, coming to lie next to you. He brought you in his arms, cuddling you and kissing your forehead. Both of you chilled there for a while in silence, bathing in each other’s love.

After a while lying on the comfortable, cuddling and sometimes talking, you decided that even though you really wanted to stay with him you had to be “productive” and go and take care of the horses to avoid raising suspicions.

You regretfully left Tommy’s arms, kissing him gently as he stood up too, to go and plan the disappearance of McAllister. You unlocked the door and kissed him once last time before making your way to your room, changing your clothes and then went to the stables. You started by putting the horses in the field made for them and cleaned all the stalls. It was an unusual job for the son of a wealthy family but considering your family was a gang  it didn’t really matter, at least you were someone to be trusted with the horses.

You really enjoyed taking care of the horses, even though sometimes it was it was very demanding job and the horses weren’t always in the best of the moods but it was an entertaining job, and you really loved the feeling of seeing the horses happy, clean and healthy and you were sweaty and not looking at all like a man of your rank.

Once all the cleaning and filling the food tanks of the horses you brought them one by one back in their stable. You stayed a bit longer with Ludy, a Shire horse that you considered yours instead of the family’s, patting him and giving him a little treat before leaving to take a shower as it was almost time for you to go and meet Arthur.

You put some clean clothes and waited for Tommy to come down, you were almost wondering if he had forgotten about it, knowing how he could be whenever he started to work, but before you could even try to walk back upstairs he arrived and shoot you a wink with a smile.

“You look great brother.”

“Same about you Tommy. You’re going to pick up some lass at the bar?”

“Maybe, we’ll see..”, he licked his lips as he checked you out. You saw the maid behind him, having some sheets in her arms.

You walked outside the mansion and met with the driver. Both of you went in the back and discussed about random things until you arrived at the bar. You stepped out and told the driver he wouldn’t have to go and come search you.

You readjusted your coat and walked inside The Garrison with Tommy right behind you, it was filled with quite the people. The pair of you looked around until you found Arthur in a corner drinking some whisky while flirting with the waitress.

You went and joined him as the waitress left and sat next to him with a smile.

“So, in what honour are we drinking tonight?”

“To the future death of that Birmingham motherfucker and to the calm that will be back right after.”

You all laughed at that and nodded in agreement, the asshole will soon be 6 feet under and all the gangs will either prepare or run away like the rats they were. Tommy ordered a round of drinks and you talked together, sometimes looking at the girls in the pub. Suddenly Arthur whistled.

“Tommy, the blonde lass over there had been watching you for a good while, y’should talk to her, bet she’d like your dick. You should go to talk to her.”

“Wait”, you intervened, “You should wait a bit more, like making her desire you even more so she like jump on you when you come at her. She seems kind of an easy one.”

“(Y/N) is right, she seems kind of an easy one. Give it 5 minutes Tommy boy and then you can get that bitch.”, all of you laughed at that, but in the back of your mind you didn’t want her to touch him. You desperately wished you could claim him in front of everyone, but life wasn’t fair sadly and unless you wanted to die well you could only do so much.

When the five minutes passed Tommy went to the blonde with a predatory grin, saying to both of you. “Take note gentlemen, this is how you woo ladies.”

Both of you laughed and you moved a bit, taking a drink from your glass, observing how he walked to the girl and nearly immediately kissed her neck, probably whispering some sentences to get her. You felt the atmosphere less joyous as you older brother was also observing the scene. There was never bad blood between the two of you but it was clearly not the same kind of love between you and Arthur than you and Tommy (damn right, Arthur was so constipated with his feelings you could easily think he hated you).

“You’re not a fag right?”, you tensed as he asked that. He wasn’t looking at you, but surely from the corner of his eyes he was observing your reaction. You tried not to look uncomfortable and laughed as if he told you a joke.

“Me a fairy? Really? Nah those past weeks Ludy doesn’t looks pretty well so I’m trying to see if anything is wrong with him. And with the mating seasons nearing all the horses are on the edge so I’d like to avoid some of them to get knocked up you know.”, you didn’t like using Ludy for an escape but you didn’t saw any other choices there. Arthur hummed and took a sip of his drink.

“Because I wouldn’t want people to find out my brother’s a sissy. I wouldn’t like to know you’re a sissy. Because if you are…”, he looked at you with a weird glint in his eyes and you were pretty sure that if he knew you were an homosexual there wouldn’t be any blood bond between you anymore and he would murder you. You repressed a shudder and smirked.

“Nah don’t worry about that. I’m just occupied and worried about the horse’s health. But don’t worry next time we go out I’ll pick a cute lass, probably a redhead y’know?”, he laughed and downed the rest of his drink in one go.

“Yeah you always got the weirdest tastes brother.”

You looked back at Tommy who was still flirting with the girl and in a blink of an eye she disappeared, you knew where she went and your brother who probably followed her confirmed your suspicions. After all he always was better at hiding his feelings and acting too and you envied him for that. The thought of sex with any woman was repulsing you and even though you were able to go though it all with prostitutes or random women in bars, you wanted to throw up after every time.

“Oooh little Tommy is getting his fair share of fun with the little blondie. I wonder if she’s a screamer or not.”

“I’m betting she’s more like a squeaky mouse.”

“We’ll see when pretty boy is back!”

The two of you stayed here, discussing and you occasionally threw a lustful gaze to the women in the pub trying to make Arthur think you were watching them while he was flirting with some waitress, sometimes giving them a clap on their ass. You had the time to take another drink until Tommy came back, putting his pants back in place.

Arthur laughed and clapped, attracting a bit of attention that was quickly diverted when you threw them dark looks. Tommy sat back with a smirk and Arthur clapped his shoulder.

“C’mon Tom, how was she? Loud or not?”

“She wasn’t making much noises, but she was tight as fuck.”

“I was right then!”, you hit your older brother on the shoulder with a laugh.

“Tsk for once boy, for once.”

You kept bantering until Arthur decided it was time for him to go back home. You followed him outside and kept discussing for a short moment, observing the surroundings with a distrustful look on your face, after all night was always the best moment to murder people and you wanted to avoid that. You watched as Arthur left and then both you and Thomas started to walk in the opposite direction.

The streets weren’t quiet, from the drunk lads trying to walk to the fights, it was clear it was animated almost as much as during broad daylight. As you turned in a dark and seemingly completely empty street. You pulled Thomas with you and put him against the wall, immediately covering his lips with yours.

He was shocked for an instant and then relaxed in your grasp, kissing you back. After a few seconds of kiss, you stopped pressing him on the wall and licked your lips while looking at him with a spark in your eyes.

“You fucking- You could have waited for us to be more away!”, Tommy whispered with a disbelieved smile on his face.

“I couldn’t wait to kiss this bitch away from you. But don’t worry I’ll finish that somewhere else.”, this time you were the one leaving him hanging as you walked away, hearing his quick steps to join you.

Hopefully for you the maid wouldn’t be home by the time you’d be back or you’d have to keep him extra quiet.

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