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#he tried to get her into something less similar to real life and gave her his old copies of King’s Quest V and VI
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Headcanon Crafts for Everyone I Missed Last Time:
Idril: a sculptor. She worked with every kind of stone imaginable, and often went looking for new material in Gondolin’s mines with Maeglin. (Look my Maeglin head canons are complicated but they should get to be friends the narrative has hurt them too much already) She actually preferred not to make elvish figures, instead focusing on strangely beautiful stone landscapes and various animal-like figures. She was actually responsible for Middle-Earth’s version of the gargoyle, having carved several to stand guard over Gondolin. Several elves swore that the statues moved, but she never addressed those rumors. She also liked to paint her work with bright colors, which would’ve been seen as odd back in Valinor, but fit right in in First Age Middle-Earth.
Maeglin: a smith, but his craft was more in-line with Avarin practice than Noldor practice; with much less focus on the idea of making gems and heavier focus on understanding natural geology and the properties of various gems and metals. He knew the mines of Gondolin better than anyone, and wrote plenty about the the earth under the earth. His work also had fairly significant Dwarfish influences. He liked to make mechanically complex pieces, with moving parts or even some internal gear work.
Finduilas: a hunter. Her and her father were both nature people, just in very different ways. She was silent, with all the grace of a dancer, and quick enough to outrun most of what she hunted. She preferred to go after more aggressive animals– wild boar, wolves, bears, even wargs– and leave the deer and rabbits be. She was born in Beleriand, and had never met the Valar, but sometimes, privately, offered up prayers to Orome. She liked to imagine she could’ve been in his hunt, if things had turned out a bit differently.
Celebrimbor: a smith, in the very traditional Noldor sense. Gemworker, specialized in jewelry, made various famously beautiful pieces, etc. Was never quite happy sticking to hairpins and necklaces. Longed to try his hand at imbuing his work with real power, but always talked himself out of it. A whole binder of concepts for works of power sat locked away in a chest in his workshop for centuries. He never talked to anyone about it. He was as ashamed of his feelings for his craft as he was of his feelings for his family. By the end of his life, he’d made peace with only one of those things.
Earendil: a mariner? Alright, he was definitely a mariner, and he loved the ship life– he even built a few boats of his own, in a similar fantastic style to Turgon’s architecture– but he also had a longstanding fascination with the natural world, and filled volumes and volumes of journals with information on various plants, animals, and minerals. But natural lore isn’t a recognized Noldor craft, since it involves learning but doesn’t really produce tangible results. Still, it was a passion he got from afternoons spent learning about geology with “Uncle Mole,” and one he shared with Elrond. Researching the beauty and wonder of nature gave Earendil something to do with his immortal life, and was a big part of the reason Elrond chose to be immortal at all.
Gil-Galad: a king. No, really, he’d been the high-king of the Noldor since he was a child, and hadn’t really had time for trivialities like “finding a life purpose” or “having fun.” He was too busy learning how to stay alive in late stage Beleriand (read: hell) and learning to rule the least cooperative group of elves imaginable. He wanted to be a painter, and while he found enough practice time to get good at his chosen craft; because of how long detailed paintings can take, he almost never had time to actually make anything. He tried not to let it bother him too much. He didn’t always succeed at that.
Elrond: in a bit of a weird spot. Elrond is most associated with lore and healing; but, as discussed, “lore” isn’t considered a craft. And, well. Healing had to be Elrond’s craft, right? He’d been doing it since he was seven, and just about the only person in Amon Ereb who could still use healing powers. And it was good work, and it was rewarding, even if it often left him feeling so burned out and worried that he forgot to eat or sleep. It took him a long time to admit to himself that healing for him was what fighting was to many other elves: a necessity. Truth be told, he’d rather be gardener, working with the earth to create a place of peace and beauty. Also, Elrond is basically a nature spirit. So. It was something he began to explore in the peace of the early Second Age. He found that his Ainuric powers had all sorts of interesting effects on plant life. He also learned how to breed new varieties of fruits, vegetables, and flowers. Still, he never really considered that it could be a proper craft for him. At least, not until he first saw the valley that would one day become Rivendell.
Headcanon Crafts for Finwe and his Children, the House of Feanor, the House of Fingolfin, and the House of Finarfin.
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Hello! I saw your yandere!Loki, can I request something similar for Buddha? Hopefully it’s ok! :)
Hello! I'm assuming that you mean something that has to do with a love potion! I might not be able to write a one shot but hopefully headcanons and a drabble are okay!
This is the same reader from the Yandere! Loki one shot and the same general concept of: the reader will only fall for someone who manages to beat her in a fight.
Yandere Buddha + Love Potions
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- You truly embodied what it meant to be a champion of humanity in Buddha's eyes; determined, resilient, and hard to keep down.
-Buddha would realize instantly that he adored you and would try to get close to you, courting you the proper way and making his interest known.
- However, if you weren't interested in him then he'd suddenly have no idea how to pick up social cues.
- You step away from him when he puts his hand on your back? That's cool, he totally gets not being in the mood for physical touches today.
- You laugh uncomfortably with his flirty words? Aw, you're so adorably shy♥️
- But for the sake of the story, let's say that you were either truly unaware of his feelings or knew about them and waited for him to challenge you.
- When you were chosen to fight with a God before Tameemon Raiden, Buddha actually offered that instead of the Valkyries, he would perform Samavadhāna with you.
- And it felt amazing.
- He got to be one with you, he got to be close to you in a way no OTHER person, God or mortal, could ever hope to be.
- He thought his soul was already complete but when the battle was done and he separated from you, it felt like some part of him stayed with you. As if it didn't want to leave.
- He had given up all earthly desires in his life as a mortal, but a mortal he was no longer so surely...surely it wouldn't be wrong if let his feelings grow, right?
- So he did, he let his thoughts run wild with images of you and him together in his head. His calm and chill demeanor masking the burning obsession that told him he HAD to have you, he must claim you as his and he has to hear him call you yours. Please, it's all he could ever want.
- While Buddha is a god infatuated, he was not stupid. The length of his feelings was intense and he knew it wasn't right and thats why he tried to hide them.
- However, that resolve breaks when he finds out that you had fallen in love with someone else. Someone who was less deserving of your feelings, nevermind having your love in general was maddening to the Buddha.
- But Loki had challenged you to a battle and won. Buddha knew that this was how you always wanted to chose your lover.
- Yet, while you accepted the results of the battle and welcomed Loki with loving arms, the God who couldn't stand seeing the mortal whom he connected with would not stand for it.
"It's for their own good." He reminds him as he watches Aphrodite work. His blue eyes glinting when the pink light reflected from the heart shaped vial Aphrodite had put the potion in.
Yes...that's why he was doing this. It was for you, for your own best interest. The God of Deciet was not to be trusted, in fact, Buddha was more than 100% sure that Loki must have cheated during your battle with him and that is why you lost. Perhaps he didn't have any proof but he didn't need it given Loki's reputation. But he knew well enough that you were a stubborn human, something he still loved dearly about you. He could not let that green-haired punk ruin all that made you good, all that made Buddha love about you.
Aphrodite worked in silence, wondering to herself if this was real. If Buddha, the God who was once a mortal and gave up every desire in his body, was truly making her create a love potion for someone who already promised themselves to another. She wasn't aware Buddha had this side to him, it scared her, so she kept her mouth closed and didn't dare to say a word because if he was willing to do all this scheming over a measly mortal...what else would he be willing to do.
"Her love for you will be false." Aphrodite warned him, handing him the finished vial.
Buddha stared at the potion before nodding his head in acknowledgment of her words. Yes, he knew very well that there was going to be a catch...but it was better for you to be in love with him under the guidance of the love potion than for you to make the wrong choice of your volition.
"We were never here." He says lowly to Aphrodite, his tone of voice was casual as usual but he needed no words to convey that he was threatening her to stay silent unless she wanted to piss him off.
Yes, this was for you. Buddha was just concerned for you, that's why he had to do this. If you had realized during your time together when you were both bonded that you were both meant to be, he wouldn't have had to do this, but humans were often foolish.
This is why they needed Gods. Kind gods, who'd offer them a path to a better and more happier life.
This is why you needed him.
It was honestly too easy to get you to take the potion, after all, you had no reason to distrust the man with two hair colors. Buddha was your ally, who you fought as one with and who wanted to celebrate your newfound relationship. He watches eagerly as you accept the drink from him, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as you down the entire cup. You then talk to him a little longer before looking at the time.
"I have to go but thank you!" You say cheerily, standing up to go meet up with your lover.
Buddha nods his head towards you, pouring himself a cup of tea and watching you from his peripheral. You walk only four steps before you feel yourself get dizzy, your feet stumbling before you. You were about to fall but one strong arm wraps around your waist and you feel a pair of lips on yours. Your half-lidded eyes slightly went wide with panic when you realized it was Buddha himself who was kissing you, but then that panic went away instantly.
Your eyes became softer, more docile, and before he knew it, you closed them completely and kissed him back with as much passion as he had kissed you.
He would deal with temper tantrums that your now forgotten lover would give him, he'd make sure you never see Loki again so he couldn't poison your mind with the false promises you two made to each other after your fight.
For you belonged to Buddha, you bonded with him, and he knew he couldn't live without you. He was willing to play every sneaky underhanded trick to have you in his arms because it was what was best for you. Or maybe it was because even after all those years of reaching enlightment, some part of him was still human...and you, unfortunately, just brought out the worst side of that humanity.
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sarucane · 4 months
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OFMD Spiral Parallels 52: Weddings
Intro: What I love most about how season 2 builds on season 1 of OFMD is the spiral narrative structure. Ground is repeatedly and explicitly re-trod from season 1 to season 2, but in season 2 everything goes deeper than season 1. Meanings are shuffled, emotions are stronger and truer, and transformation is showcased above everything. The first season plucks certain notes, then the second season plucks the same ones--but louder, and then it weaves them together to create a symphony.
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The first wedding on OFMD is a death sentence. Literally: the wedding gift is tombstones. The bride and groom are being forced to fixate in place, forever. They're being told what they will be, forever.
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Neither Mary nor Stede want this. Neither see a way out. Both have been thoroughly beaten down by their families--but not beaten. Because even though both agree, even though Mary grabs Stede's hand at the wedding and she tried, even more than him, they're not broken by their wedding and the married life that proceeded from it. They aren't going to be buried under those tombstones.
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But the reason Mary and Stede aren't forever trapped with each other isn't just that they weren't beaten by their wedding. They managed to go one better: they decided to set each other free. They used their wedding--and their resulting unwanted lives--to give each other access to the lives they wanted. Mary gained permanent security in her independence, right down to the finances when Stede gave up his wealth; Stede gained the freedom to live the life he wanted, with the people he wanted. A wedding is a symbol: a marriage can be what the individuals in it want it to be.
The next wedding we get is in episode 2. The bride and groom here are nameless. The only speakers at the wedding are Ed and the priest.
The S2 priest, like the priest in season 1 (he even looks similar), seeks to determine the meaning of marriage. It is something that "elevates," something that proves certain people are better than others.
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And then Ed introduces himself as the devil. On the surface, this looks like a repudiation of this idea of some people as better than others, that (heterosexual) marriage and this high-class world are "better."
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But while Ed is rejecting the significance of the wedding by raiding it, he's also validating the worldview behind it. He interrupts the ceremony at the appropriate place. He doesn't truly disagree with the priest that he's "demonic," he says the priest is just underestimating how evil he is.
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Ed and gang proving that violence and darkness is more powerful than this false "light," in a zero-sum game where the winner gets to live. And Ed's caught in the middle with no will to shift: he's not participating in the violence, and he's not attending the wedding either. He's just looking at it, barely even here.
It's a trap, just like Stede's wedding to Mary last year. It is a trap with an exit--just not one Ed thinks he can take. He thinks he'll innately never be worthy of love or happiness.
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For the next two episodes, Ed's longing for Stede, for a life he feels is worth living, is represented by his fixation on the groom figurine.
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This detritus of a wedding that was meant to "elevate" is almost a replacement for the silk cloth he let fly away. It symbolizes a desire to be part of something else, something better than this base and vile life--and something more real than a life soaring above everything.
The wedding figurines are symbols that work similarly to Ed's silk in season 1, but they are somehow both less and more full realizations of that symbolic idea of being "a certain kind of person." On the one hand, they're more because they're two full bodies, one of which Ed modifies to reflect himself. To create a version of himself that could be loved. But on the other hand, they're also less because they're bits plaster made to look like people. Ed's silk endured unchanged for years, but within one episode the paint tones on the figurines are changing--hinting at the pure despair Ed is heading for, as even symbols of hope fall out of reach.
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These wedding figurines show Ed's desire to be able to live with himself again, to find a version of himself he doesn't hate through Stede. He's half-trapped, and half wishing he were the kind of person who gets trapped. And when he's giving up on life ever getting better for him again, he throws the figurines into the sea. 'Cause all marrisges end in death; all love dies.
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And then there's the last wedding of OFMD S2. It's technically not a wedding: it's a mateology, a semi-equivalent of gay marriage that was really practiced by pirates for a few decades.
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This wedding is basically the same as the previous two straight weddings on the show: two people stand and listen to vows. But it's also completely and in every way different.
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These are two people who have chosen each other, who have lost and found each other. There's no priest, instead three of their friends ask them questions.
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There's no suggestion of something "higher" happening, or some sort of trap: the questions are about love for one another, what they'll promise for each other, what they'll choose to be to each other in life and in death.
And from the beginning to the end, it's individualized. Unlike in the other weddings, the "bride" and groom aren't silent here.
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They don't say "I do" simultaneously as in most wedding scenes on TV. They give responses that reflect their characters. And though Lucius and Pete technically give different answers to several questions, their answers are also both in essence the same.
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They're not trying to be something they think they should be, and fear they'll never be. They're not making a statement about society, or longing to escape a "base" life. They're not trapped. They've decided that this is the shape their lives will take.
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Two weddings, and a marriage.
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thereticx · 1 year
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𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵
Pairing:Toya Todoroki x Reader
Summary: This villain can't find it in himself to whisper the words you deserve to hear.
You had always been a helpless romantic. When you were a kid, the books where the princess is saved by her promised one were the ones you constantly bugged your mother to read every night before bed.
The stories were fascinating and you hoped something similar would happen to you.
Back to the real world.
The life you live now is far from those silly dreams of yours from back then. You're not a princess but a villain. As for the promised one, it's a bit more complicated.
Dabi doesn't believe in such a thing as a 'promised one'. He doesn't even know how to describe one because for him there are just people. Nothing more nothing less.
So why is he seeking your body in the middle of the night? Maybe because the room you sleep in is dead cold. As villains on the run you don't have a specific place. You just move around when things get ugly.
That's why Dabi seeks your warmth. He's not sleeping, he can't. Not when the countdown had already started. In just a few hours he's gonna reveal his true self to the world with no going back.
He kinda wishes to tell you first. To see how you'll react.
His fingers are brushing over your hip bone, tracing the pattern of your stretch marks, drawing shapes into your soft skin.
Your chest is moving up and down, your breath barely noticeable. You're so beautiful to him, so angelic. Although he doesn't believe in gods, he fully believes you're an angel. His twisted mind makes you look untouchable to anyone but him.
"I fucking hate you" Dabi mumbled, watching your relaxed face. He means it one hundred percent.
"I hate how you make me feel less horrendous. Only you can find this attractive" His own words sting. Before he met you, his look was one you see in scary movies, monster like. After he met you, that monster slowly became more human.
Dabi recalls the first time you two shared a kiss. After the encounter with his father and his puppet his mind played the same words the entire night.
'You're the one who killed Snatch'
The voice of his father took him back to the day he killed the hero. Then he felt no remorse.
A small drop of blood was wiped by his thumb when the sound of your voice was getting closer. You ran up to him, your cheeks turning a bright pink. You eased your breath and gave the man a hug, ignoring how he tried to push you away.
"Stop pretending like you don't enjoy it" You chuckled, turning your head to see him. His eyes were boring into yours which made you feel a bit uncomfortable.
Not for long though, when you felt his lips melt with yours. His rough hands held your jaw making it impossible to escape from his hold. His tongue tangled with yours, a small moan making its way out of your throat.
Dabi smirked into the kiss saying "Who says that I'm pretending?"
Yeah, that was a good memory. With you in it always.
He glanced at the clock seeing it was almost time for you to wake up. He slowly untangled himself from you, placing a kiss on your forehead "I'm not pretending Y/N. I just can't say it"
He carefully walked towards the door opening it without making a noise. With a foot inside and one outside he glanced at you "I fucking love you"
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arcadiabaytornado · 4 months
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What's your opinion on the scene where elliot finds chloe in the amber house? Whether he gets angry or delusionally "nice" about your complacency it always manages to make my skin crawl.
That scene is so well written, but I find it to be genuinely one of the scariest scenes in Life Is Strange for how real the interaction feels.
Life Is Strange is no stranger to dark topics. However, I think the darkroom is much less relatable than a woman having a male friend who decides that he's owed her affection because he's been "kind" to her. It's a very skin-crawling scene because I, and I suspect MANY other women, have experienced something similar before, so the anxiety for Chloe's wellbeing is well understood.
I also really like how Elliot is characterized because even though he keeps trying to make it seem like this confrontation is about Rachel...it's clear that the confrontation isn't really about Rachel. It's about Chloe not being with him after he was there for her, and then him getting set off when she gave Rachel the attention he felt like he was owed.
The scene is also a good characterization of a "nice guy" because he keeps telling Chloe how good he's been to her, and he says this while he throws things at her, shoves her, tries to isolate her from others to get her to rely solely on him, and tells her what she should be thinking. Elliot shows what type of boyfriend he would be if Chloe had returned his feelings. He would be an abusive one. And yet, horrifyingly, he honestly thinks he's her knight in shining armor, and Chloe is an idiot for not giving such a nice guy like him a chance.
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I also like it's portrayal of Chloe's "complacency." A lot of times, women are given flake for being kind to unsafe men, or their experience is undermined because why would you be nice to someone you were scared of? This scene shows why you would be nice perfectly. Elliot seemed like the type to escalate, so the safest thing for Chloe to do was try to deescalate until she was safe. Unfortunately, that's also a realistic scenario, and I'm glad the scene was portrayed in a way that conveyed why women sometimes fawn in dangerous situations.
It's a really good scene for it's portrayal of a certain type of guy and how tense it makes the player feel. From the second you realize Elliot stalked Chloe from the hospital you realizes that he's not a safe person, but then he opens his mouth and you can just feel your stomach drop even further down.
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A firm hand grabbing the other’s elbow to guide them for Sweet Tarts
"Carrie! Carrie!"
The starlet waved at the crowd of screaming fans, smiling brightly at them as she passed. Ignoring those who pleaded for a selfie or an autograph-one too many bad experiences where fans tried to grab her too close, yank at her hair, scratch at her skin. One overzealous fellow even tried to steal a kiss!
So it sucked, and maybe it gave her the reputation of a snob, but it kept her safe, and able to continue making music and movies for them, so the true fans never faltered.
She stopped for the press though-they were the lifeblood of her career as much as her talent, keeping her fresh and relevant even when she felt stalled or less than. Sure they were also her harshest critics, but the supporters always outweighed the dissenters.
But today, maybe it was the questions regarding her latest flop, or low blood sugar, or the pounding in her temples as the hundred flashbulbs popped. Either way her smile faltered, and she went off to the side, out of view just to take a moment.
Carrie loved her life, she really did, but there were times she longed to just be a regular girl with a regular life. A good guy on her arm, dates without the paps scoping it out, a dull job that no one cared about.
Suddenly there was a firm hand on her elbow, and Carrie tried to yank it back only to be met with the stern look of her personal security, Reggie. "We have to keep moving Miss Wilson, it's not secure here."
Carrie nodded, letting him usher inside the venue, and into a private atrium. "You okay?" he asked.
"Got to be a bit too much," Carrie said, sipping from the flute of champagne she had grabbed on the way in. "Needed a sec."
"I get that," Reggie offered her an understanding smile. He had been in the life before, a fairly successful musician who had a bad encounter with a fan and gave it up. Now he strove to keep people safe from similar situations. Sure he didn't look imposing, but Reggie had a surprising amount of muscles under his suit, and knew how to use an impressive array of weaponry.
He even offered to teach Carrie how to use the sai swords-something he picked up due to a love of Ninja Turtles-and she proved to be pretty good with them as well.
However, he cared about her, and she knew he only wanted to keep her safe. Even if she didn't pay him an insane amount of money to do so, Carrie got the feeling he'd do it anyways. Reggie was a good egg.
So much so that she often brought him to events as arm candy, so people wouldn't pick up on her need for a bodyguard, and Reggie played the role happily. To the point where sometimes she questioned how fake it was.
But she couldn't think like that-Reggie was her friend, yes. But he was also her employee, and responsible for keeping her safe. No matter how well he filled out a suit or made her laugh, or understood why she still hadn't made a move to go find her seat.
Oh
Crap.
Carrie looked at Reggie, that same smile still on his face, the warm look in his eyes, and she knew-she was gonna have to hire a different bodyguard.
But maybe Reggie wouldn't mind an upgrade to being her for real boyfriend all that badly.
Turns out? He didn't mind at all.
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sapphire-weapon · 8 months
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I saw your meta analysis about how Leon die as a hero is so great. I kinda found some similar story (from my friends) about a man who fought many wars and always won, the one who took the most risks, and want to die while on it the most. But fate tells different, he eventually die at his old age (approx. 80th years), on his bed. Before he die, he told to his comrades who visited about how pissed off he is and ranted why he didn't die on the battlefield. WHYYY!!!???? And his comrades like....😑....(.....
UGH see I'm torn about this. The irony in the idea of Leon living out the full length of his natural born life is appealing for a number of different literary reasons. There's a real message that could be conveyed by doing that if it's done right. Dying won't undo Leon's suffering, and it won't unmake his choices.
Because I think that's what's really missing from his character arc right now -- and it's something that I didn't really notice until I played through FFXVI.
We all like to say "Leon didn't get a choice" -- but that's not actually true... is it?
There's always a choice. And what Leon did was make the easy one. And he didn't just do it the one time. He did it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. Ever since escaping Raccoon City, he has always only ever taken the easy way out.
It's very easy to surrender. It's very easy to throw up your hands and say "it's out of my control."
And that's what he did. He surrendered.
I'm not saying that he should've tried to fight the CIA while he had a bum shoulder and only rudimentary combat training via police academy -- that's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is that, once Leon found himself in the situation that he was in, he never tried to change it.
He never tried to get Sherry back or broker a deal for her freedom. He never even tried to ask for help -- not even from Ashley's dad, who was probably Leon's best chance at making this happen as a sort of "you saved my daughter, I'll save yours" thing.
And once Sherry was emancipated after RE6, he still didn't walk away. He resigned himself to his fate and committed to staying in the repeating nightmare that is his role in the federal government -- and he blames everyone but himself for his life turning out that way.
Think about how much power Leon actually has by the time of Infinite Darkness, even -- much less RE6. He is the most skilled and deadly combat unit the US government has ever produced, and he has the admiration and respect of most federal LEOs and high-ranking politicians. He also has knowledge of the inner workings of the federal government that could topple the whole goddamn system if he were to ever open his mouth and say something in front of a camera. And yet, every single day, he chooses not to use that power. Every single day, he chooses to take the easy road and keep his head down while doing the same thing that he's always done.
In 1998, the CIA kidnapped Leon off the street outside of Raccoon City and said to him, "We own you now." And, in response, he said, "Okay."
And he gave up.
So, to kill him at the end of his story is kind of like... okay, this is what he wanted, but does he actually deserve it? Does he deserve the easy out of a hero's death, when he spent literally his entire adult life already taking the easy way out?
BUT............ WITH ALL OF THAT HAVING BEEN SAID.........
I don't trust Capcom to understand, capture, or convey the nuances of all of that. I'm pretty sure that my only two choices for a character ending in RE are death or happily-ever-after.
And I don't actually see how Leon could possibly even get a happily-ever-after at this point, so I guess my choice is death LMAO
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bilbobagginshome · 11 months
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A bedtime story.
This is an experiment. Can you tell I can only write serial stories as opposed to one shots. Will probably be the only dark romance I write.
i genuinely hate this but decided on posting it since I’ve been MIA.
 Gojo Satoru x Black Fem Reader story.
“Mommy, can you tell me a bedtime story” White eyelashes fluttered softly, a defense to her sleepiness.
“Of course dear, what would you want to read? Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, or Princess and the Frog.”her mom softly responded 
“Those are boring. Today, Ms. Aki read for us a scary story, it was about a witch who would kill men. The boys were so scared during nap time but I wasn’t.” she loudly proclaimed, blue eyes glowing despite the room only being illuminated by the dimming solar night lamp beside her bed.
“Really? Okay then , my story is a bit less darker but i’ll make it as enjoyable as possible.” Y/n responds with a smile to which Malaika sees this as confirmation to place herself more comfortably underneath her purple sheets and  between her assortment of pink and purple plushies.
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Once there was an aspiring writer, she dreamt up realities that could only exist on a sheet of paper or a laptop. Her only problem, her worlds were beginning to seem similar. Every short story published seemed like the sequel to the previous one and her blog readers were getting bored, desperate for something exciting , something that would change the world and hopefully turn to a Nteflix series …
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“Mom, small words please.”She yawned out.
“Oh I’m sorry.”
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After deciding that enough was enough, she decided to go on a journey and she landed on a place. Japan. She didn’t know the language or culture but an idea of a romance story began to stick like glue in her mind and she couldn’t let it go.
Although it took her months to realise her goal, she finally was able  to leave and after packing her few clothing essentials and a tearful goodbye to her family , she left for.
Now Japanese culture was different from hers She had to bow despite her culture saying the opposite. There were table manners that she should follow unless she wanted no one to talk to her and the people there were nice but only talked to one another. She became very sad and always thought about home. She began to regret even leaving home because she left all her family and friends there . Her writing got worse and even her fans started not liking her stories.
But one day, on a cafe near her home, she met the most handsome man she had ever seen. He looked strong , and his hair was as white as snow with lips as pink as the cherry blossoms outside. And he seemed strong too. Someone wanted to cut her off the queue as she wanted to order her favourite chocolate cake and tea but he stopped them. It was like seeing a real life prince charming.
After saying each others names, she found out his name was Sato. Sato was always looking at her. He was to be the actor that would play the man she wrote. He sat alongside Wanja, the girl to play her in the story . She was more beautiful that the writer and even though she was a bit jealous of her prettiness she thought that Wanja was a perfect fit .
After the meeting ended, the writer tried to tip toe her way out of the meeting but Sato stopped her and asked her to go on lunch with her. She said yes though she did not want to and as they waited on food she said sorry for writing about him even though she didn’t know him very well. He said he did not care and when he found her story , found it fun enough to act in and decided to tell his movie company about it. She wasn’t as scared being around him anymore and found him very funny to talk to. They even gave ach other phone numbers after lunch.
Soon the time to make the movie started. They had become good friends and the writer had fun with her first friend, They were always together or she’d find him somewhere where she was.They ate together, went to the park and walked together and even went to the beach and swam together. But unlike the writer, Sato liked her more than just friends, he wanted to be her boyfriend.
So when work started and she started hanging around more people, Sato would say bad things about them to the writer . These stories were not true but the writer believed them. He would stop her talking to other people and make her talk to him all the time. Slowly he started to take her from home to work to so that she doesn’t go out with her new friends. He put cameras in her house to always look at her. Creepy right? But she didn’t know about this , all she knew was that he was her first friend and she shouldn’t betray him. But she was also scared. Her clothes had began to miss and always felt like someone was looking at her 
She told Sato about it. Sato pretended to be scared for her and told her he could stay at her place. That she could do work at home rather than going out and he will take care of her. She said okay and went to live with him. Living with him at first was fun. He made breakfast for her and his house was big and beautiful with everything she could ask for. It wasn’t like her small apartment with tiny windows.But she got bored . Aside from work and other witing she didn’t do much only sit around like a lazy kitty. One day, she asked of she could go out . Sato refused saying that she may be still be looked for. And although she had only asked to walk outside he still refused. She started not liking Sato though she hid it . And one day , she found something weird in Sato’s room that she wasn;t allowed to enter. Many pictures of her after she met him. She got scared and decided to run so far away he’ll never see her again.
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“And so mommy , did she run away?” Malaika yawned, cocooning herself more into the bed.
“Yep, she went back home, and found her family and friends.” Y/n replied softly as she adjusted her silk blue bonnet.
“That was a bit boring mommy.” She drawned out. 
“What was?” Satoru asked as he walked in the room, illuminating the barely light room with the hallway light.
“Just a story, let’s go to bed, she’s sleeping.” Y/n responded as she rose from the bed , Satoru placed a kiss on her forehead and after standing straight up, with a slightly condecending smirk on his face , said.
“Where’s my kiss to welcome me home love?”
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My sister just rewatched Good Girls and I told her season 3 is so difficult for me because of all the angst. She told me it's not quite as angsty as she remembered it to be and she found season 4 way more angsty. Personally, I don't find the outcomes of Beth's betrayals in season 4 to be as angsty as the fallout of the shooting in season 3, but my sister seems to think so. I think Rio sulking about Beth and Nick that whole season might have added to it. She kept calling him a mopey puppy lol
He WAS a mopey puppy for a lot of season 4. 😂😂😂 Your sister is so funny, Anon! I wish anyone I know irl had watched this show with me. Much less re-watched. 😩
I’m trying to think back on the totality of season 4. It was definitely a difficult season for Rio. Although I get what you mean about the angst being different than in season 3. You’re right, season 3 was so raw and so emotionally hurt. It was like a fresh wound that neither of them knew how to navigate and neither of them could handle in quite the ways they wished they could. For Rio in particular there was just so much trapped emotion that kept slipping out. He was navigating through something new and learning where his limits were.
I think for me, season 4 was calmer because Rio seemed more settled into his feelings about Beth. He had almost given in and accepted that he isn’t able to stop what he feels, that while he wishes he didn’t feel as intensely for her he can’t control it. Season 4 I think showed a lot more self-acceptance from Rio very early on. I mentioned it once in this post, but I think Rio spent a lot of time thinking about all this through early season 4. The Smurfing scene is one of my favorites because I’m convinced he was out there pondering his life and his fixation.
Another scene where my headcanon says Rio was definitely sitting around brooding about Beth is the Boland Bubbles – Real Panty Dropper scene. Beth was so excited on her high of blackmailing a building inspector. She was so flirty and adorable, doing her “buy me a drink” bit as a callback to 2.09 where she flirted in a very similar way. But Rio was all grumpy-pants, sitting there unsmiling, telling her it’s not all about her.
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Except it was all about her. Or at least all about Rio’s inevitable conclusion that he just couldn’t use that evidence he had on her and his stress about finding another way to protect them both. I’m absolutely convinced she didn’t need that thumbprint for him to not tell the cops he had her prints. This man had been sitting at that bar, coming up with a whole plan about saying he was at a fight and he didn’t know anything about any murders. And then she came in all peppy and excited about her husband’s new business, and Rio was so irritated – with her, with himself for giving a shit about her, with dumbass Dean and his dumbass business name…
All these brooding moments led to Rio’s conclusion that he just couldn’t live without her. Or at least he was gonna try to not live without her. He tried his damndest to show her his family, his vulnerability, his humanity. Trying to backtrack some of that anger and threat he gave her before. Hoping they could go back to the before. Nick was also an important catalyst, but Rio was kinda on his way anyway. On his way to forgiving her and asking to be chosen.
So yeah, season 4 is still raw. And 4.08 is a masterpiece of Rio and his messy management of his big emotions. But his angst here was different. More kind. More forgiving. More rooted in frustration and a want for peace rather than rooted in anger and a want for vengeance. Maybe your sister felt season 4 more acutely because men’s anger is so common and often is dismissed as not even an emotion. So season 3 didn’t hit that emotional note for her. Whereas men’s vulnerability – their capacity for sadness or hurt or pining – is sometimes seen as “weak” emotions, so on a man like Rio it came across mopey or comical or just otherwise uncomfortable to see. What do you think, Anon? Maybe I just like seeing a man who’s capable of a wide range of feelings, but I loved all of season 4 Rio. That whole season fed Rio lovers with more character development than all the other seasons combined.
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I think what confuses me about my hero is that bullying and abuse are taken very seriously in the story but somehow kidnapping/murder/terrorism/etc. are not? There’s no emotional impact for the victims who die or suffer from lov unlike there is to deku getting bullied or rei and shouto being abused. Not even shouto cares that he’s almost murdered. The closest we get is the families of dabi’s victims speaking out but we never get to see it. I really wonder why.
i guess because the author set it up that if kidnapping, murder or terrorism occurred and there're innocent dead, it would be the authorities' fault, or specifiedly in this case, the Pro Heroes' fault; and focuses solely on it.
my friend once told me this: A stain on white shirt is more eye-catching than a stain on black shirt. if killer, kidnapper, terrorist do their job successfully, it would be the heroes' fault for not fast enough or not careful enough, not good enough; as we've seen in Bakugo's kidnapping arc. it's funny how Tomura pointed it out in this arc then some arcs later he actively blames the entire Hero industry for unfortunate things happened to the villains. a city was destroyed when LOV battled Meta Liberation Army, resutled as the media praising brave civilians yet concerning about the Heroes’ irresponsibility for letting that disaster occured. another disaster, Paranormal Liberation arc, civilians once again condemn the Heroes.
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they bullied and abused someone in the past, yes, their fault. but disasters? still because of them. it's always a Hero's fault for not being ‘hero’ enough.
things like that happen in real life too, so i guess Horikoshi just tries to make his manga more real? he’s good at writing realistic details, like how the children’s behaviors reflect their upbringings. but then he also wants the villains to be kind of right in their reason so he has to squash the hero side lower so readers would feel less possitive about them.
on this instance, i don't like Stain's ideal (i kind of ok with his character, but not his ideal) because such ideal dehumanizes Pro Heroes, that Heroes have to be strong to stand against any trauma, have to be perfect from inside out and outside in, have to have a 200% success rate, have to be mary sue and gary stu, be power machines because only senseless machines that won't possess a slightlest thought about themselves while working for human. that kind of ideal is ‘everything-or-nothing’ kind of ideal and it’s very dysfunctional.
and the thing is: even without Stain, a similar mindset already transpired among the Heroes. Nana sent her son away and fought a suicide battle. Aizawa went solo against dozen villains because behind him is his students. Endeavor told Bakugou “if you aren’t fast enough, what lost is someone’s life.” and was hurt to the point he almost dropped his career only to get up again because people need him. Hawks accepted a long and dangerous mission for a better chance, almost wingless, heavily injured but still running around like the fast chicken he’s bc the world is in chaos while he’s sleeping. Best Jeanist be like “hey you killed me and i just died for like, half a year, but it’s ok i’m up!” and coming straight to the battle while his body felt like a disstressed denim. 
there are heroes, albeit not entirely and loudmouthedly, whose existence revolving around the safety of the ones-to-be-protected, even if each of them performs it in different way and different form, surpassed their own limits and gave up many things they have every right not to, then passed it to their successors. that’s what ‘hero’ means, to give, to sacrifice. the only difference is some of them do ask for something back instead of all giving.
it’s just that All Might took such mindset to another level, became the absolute standard of Hero, then Stain took it to a reverent level, deeming the Heroes aren’t sacrificing enough.
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Writing fic is sometimes like “I love canon and this happens in the blank areas between events that actually were depicted” and sometimes like “well you know WHAT, actually they NEVER betrayed their friends or sided with evil, how about THAT?!”
#this is specifically about Faith on btvs#like actually no she was a deep cover agent who helped them defeat the mayor#then went on to go to UC Sunnydale and majored in something ridiculously smart#also Giles became her father figure as well including a near verbatim version of the B99 meme#she also got rid of most of the stuff the mayor gave her but kept the playstation#then also got a Nintendo 64 through probably legal means#she got super into Ocarina of Time and later Majora’s Mask#and also bought Mario Kart to be able to have parties with her friends#she’s currently one of those people who argue that the polygon graphics for original Crash and Spyro look better than the remastered ones#also she has a YouTube channel where she sometimes mentions being a slayer#but she’s a retro game reviewer so everyone just thinks she means Castlevania#I realize this turned into borderline flanderization but I feel like a more mentally stable Faith would be such a gamer#she loves fighting anyway and was getting reckless and looking for trouble#so the healthy version of that is gaming specifically anything where you fight enemies#Giles checks on her one time and she literally just got done with patrol and immediately started playing Doom#he tried to get her into something less similar to real life and gave her his old copies of King’s Quest V and VI#which she claims to love ironically but genuinely thinks are really fun apart from V being so hateful#(Giles gave her out of context hints after a 45 minute phone rant about getting trapped in the Inn)#but anyway getting into Sierra led her right to Gabriel Knight thus thwarting Giles’ plan to get her to do stuff unrelated to her life#(also Giles totally loves adventure games especially King’s Quest#he doesn’t HATE technology he hates that internet research was threatening to replace books)
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… ...was it over? Everything was… still. No more voices. Complete silence. His thoughts were his own again. ...But he was still trapped. He tried to move, but everything hurt. He opened his eyes- the right side of his glasses had been shattered, and his vision was blurry, but he could make out 3 figures standing in front of him, blue, purple, and green. What… happened? Where was he? Who were these people? The last thing he remembered was… Being at the bottom of a dumpster, crying out for his friends, and everything after that was hazy. His vision began to clear up, and he slowly made out the details of the figure closest to him, the blue one. They were human… A lightner, and- Suddenly it struck him like lightning, and everything came rushing back- The machine, the disk, the body, the fight… And the human- Kris. Kris… Everything he put them through, trying to kill them and their friends, and trying to take their soul… He felt horrible, in and out. He was so weak… The fight had left him a wreck, and he was currently tied up and against a wall. Kris and his friends had cut his strings, granting him what he thought would be his freedom, but when the last string was cut, he fell to the ground hard, and after that, everything went dark, and now here he was, face to face with Kris. “...It looks like in the end, I could never be anything more than a simple puppet…” He said weakly. “But you three… you’re strong. With a power like that… maybe you can break your own strings.” He rasped. He wanted to make it up to Kris. To all of them. He was so weak, and he’d die within moments tied up here in the darkness, where nobody would remember him. He knew how he would make it up- Finally making something useful of himself. “Let me become your stre-” But before he could finish, Kris suddenly came close to him. “Kris?... What…” He said, as the human took out their sword. For a moment, he thought they were mad at him, rightfully so, and they were going to kill him right here and now. He froze up and shut his eyes tight instinctively, bracing himself… But nothing happened. He opened his eyes to see that Kris had actually begun cutting away at his bindings with their sword. Were they… Helping him? After everything he did? Why? Their friends were just as perplexed as he was. “Kris? The hell are you doing?! He just tried to kill us!” The purple monster protested- Susie, he remembered. The fluffy white creature in the green robes also had a similar reaction, though less angry-sounding. “Kris, that’s very kind of you, but… Are you sure?” He asked. Ralsei- That was his name. “Kris, listen to.... To your friends…” He said in a hushed voice. Despite their disagreement, Kris continued to work at his restraints. “Kris, why?” He asked. “I.. please, just let me be useful to you- I really don’t deserve this…” He sputtered. Kris gave him an unreadable, yet almost sad look, but then continued slicing away. One by one, his wires were sliced away, then picked up by Kris and gently put on his feet. He immediately staggered, and Kris caught him before he fell. He could finally get a good look at himself, and his injuries. His legs were badly damaged, and he was ripped up in other places too. He was getting weaker by the second, his body trembling. Kris turned to Ralsei, and motioned for him to heal the torn up pitiful creature. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but obliged. Using magic, a healing spell was cast on him. He felt a new energy rushing through his body, and it felt a little easier to breathe… But his body was still in horrible condition. He tried to stand, but his legs were still too weak to support him. “Kris… Y-you can’t take me with you. I’ll be too much trouble, and I don’t want to be any more of a burden to you… to any of you.” He tried to argue, but it fell on deaf ears. “Kris, really?! You’re seriously bringing him with us?!” Susie argued, bewildered. He couldn’t blame her. He didn’t think he deserved to be saved, either. He didn’t want to do what he did… He wasn’t in control then, but he still felt like it was all his fault. He didn’t know what it was… But something took over his body, forcing words out of his mouth that he didn’t know, making him do things he didn’t want to do, and making him hurt people… A sickening thought entered his mind. What if it wasn’t just the three? What if there were more people he hurt, but didn’t remember? How many lives could he have ruined? He felt sick. That thing… It ate through his head. It tore his mind to shreds, and left him as an empty husk. It left him with less than what he had when he was evicted from the mansion. It took him. It took his freedom. In the end… maybe he was just doomed from the start. He began to shake. He didn’t ask for this! He didn’t ask for any of this! Why? Why him? What did he ever do to deserve this? Why not anyone else in the world? He felt liquid running down his face, and it took him a moment to realize it was his tears. He was crying, just as he was the day everyone left him. The day Mike left him. Somehow, he managed to lose more than he already lost. He was torn from his thoughts when he was suddenly picked up by Kris, then hugged tightly- Though they were mindful of his injuries. The sudden gesture startled him. No one had ever held him before… Much less so desperately. Kris was gripping him like a long lost friend, or as if their life depended on it. His shock was only there for a second, but then he returned the gesture, trying to hold him the same way with what little strength was in his weakened arms. When the moment ended, Kris pulled him away from them, opened their bag, then placing the small being inside. “...Kris? Aren’t I taking up too much space?” He asked. Kris shook their head. Well, there was nowhere else to put him, and they couldn’t just carry him everywhere. And he could carry like, 48 items… So maybe this was the only real choice they had. He swiveled his head to look at Kris’ friends. Susie looked very displeased about the situation, staring daggers at him when she caught him looking at her. Ralsei on the other hand didn’t seem mad- But definitely uneasy. He understood both of these reactions. He was also against being saved- And he understood that the other two would probably never trust him, or if they thought he was faking his clarity. But having one person was better than none.
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Can you do headcanons siblings of the gang ? Like, how they act with them and how they treat them and how they let the gang act with them ?
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Patrick With A Little Sister-
Oh boy… Patrick is crazy over protective of his little sister.
Maybe the word should be obsessive and controlling instead~
He watches her every move. He even comes into her room as she sleeps just to occasionally check on her.
Whenever she gets out of Belch’s car heading to school, Patrick keeps a close eye on her again. Mentally noting everyone she talks to.
He makes sure everyone is in line. It doesn’t matter if it’s an adult or a kid. If they do something Patrick doesn’t like, they’re getting fucked up.
Patrick refuses to let guys talk to her. Only Henry, Vic and Belch are allowed to.
When Patrick isn’t around, he puts the other Bower’s Gang members in charge of her. And she knows well enough to listen to them.
He sometimes makes inappropriate comments about her, resulting in a smack off the head by the other guys.
Patrick LOVES to mess with her.
Always holding things over her head so she can’t reach.
Laughs as she tries to jump up and grab it from him.
He’ll lean down and rest his arms on the top of her head since she’s so much smaller than him.
When she doesn’t listen to Patrick, he will literally just pick her up and throw her over his shoulder and laugh as she struggles to get down.
Even though she’s a girl and a few years younger than him, doesn’t mean she’s safe from how rough Patrick gets.
He still wrestles her to the ground and puts her in a damn headlock.
Definitely gets a few bruises from Patrick playfully hitting her. (Patrick doesn't realize his own strength.)
One word… tickled. Patrick is always tickling the shit out of her to tease her.
It’s even worse when the entire Bower’s Gang joins in on torturing her.
Look… this is Patrick. So he still has a mean, sadistic side.
He gets off on fear so he loves to scare her anyway he can.
Whether that is by jumping out at her, or doing something dangerous and reckless like picking her up and dangling her over the cliff edge to the quarry. (she hates heights and doesn’t know how to swim.)
“Uh no! You’re slipping! Better hold on, sweetheart. I know you don’t know how to swim.” He chuckles darkly, smirking down at her as she grips onto his forearm tightly and cries.
Patrick doesn’t hesitate on the low- blows, either. Making comments that he knows will make her cry.
If she threatens to tell their parents on him, Patrick will grab her from behind agressively, making her gasp as he covers her mouth tightly and whisper tauntingly in her ear:
“Now, Now.. Just why would you say that? You know that only gets you in trouble, little one..” He chuckles darkly and tightens his grip in a painful manner.
Patrick With A Little Brother-
…… I think we all know how this ended…. Patrick disliked his little brother, Avery… a lot. You see, Patrick likes being the only male sibling. It’s less competition and less hassle for him. Only Patrick is allowed to make (more like break) the reputation of his family’s name in the small town of Derry, Maine. Bottom line, if Patrick had another little brother, it would result in the same outcome as Avery. Sorry.
Belch With A Little Sister-
Very protective. Does not let her out of his sight for a second.
Hovers over her when they walk in the woods so she doesn’t trip or fall down.
He brings her along when he goes out with the guys sometimes, unless he knows they will be partaking in illegal activities.
Keeps snacks in his car for whenever she rides with him and always makes sure she eats 3 proper meals during the day.
Not only does he have extra snacks but he has a first aid kit, too.
He’s always prepared knowing she’s small, so there’s a good chance she’ll accidentally get hurt hanging around the guys.
And yes, it has happened on more than one occeasion.
He checks on her during school and makes sure no one is messing with her.
After school, Belch makes sure she does her homework but never really helps her with it. Why would he? He doesn’t even do his own assignments.
For the most part, he’s pretty sweet but sometimes the big brother power goes to his head.
He makes her do her chores and his around the house.
If she ever did something wrong, Belch goes right to blackmail.
“I won’t let mom know about that F on your report card… only IF you wash my car everyday the rest of this week.
Henry purposely spills his drink on the hood of the car right after she just got down cleaning it.
“Opps.. looks like you missed a spot. Better get to it, kid.” Henry says mockingly as he ruffles her hair walking by.
Belch always makes sure she’s safe in bed by the end of the night though.
He even kisses the side of her head when the guys aren’t around.
Belch With A Little Brother-
He takes him under his wing.
Loves to talk about cars- the makes and models, horsepower, you name it.
Even though his little brother isn’t old enough to drive yet, that doesn’t stop Belch from giving him driving lessons.
But bet your life he threatens him before taking off. “I swear to fuck though man, if you crash my car, I will end you. Okay, now put it in reverse. Let’s go”
Belch watches sports with him and even plays in the backyard, as well.
Belch acts as if he’s his coach to prepare him for the school’s team.
He also teaches him how to properly lift weights and spots him, too.
Belch told him “the ladies love a man with muscles, so to keep lifting bro.”
Speaking of girls, Belch was the one who gave him ‘the talk’... in very elaborate and explicit detail leaving his brother shocked, disgusted, and intrigued all at once.
Although he does hang out with his brother from time to time, sometimes Belch chooses friends over family and takes off for long periods of time.
Belch for the most part tries to be patient with him, but still gives his brother tough love as a form of preparing him for the real world.
Overall, Belch is a pretty decent big brother.
He means well but sometimes misses the mark.
Henry With A Little Sister-
Their father works long shifts, often resulting in an absence in their home life.
Henry’s dad basically tells him he’s fully in charge of his little sister.
Henry acts pissed off about that like she’s a bother and interrupts his life but deep down, it makes him feel important for once in his life.
Henry is both very strict and protective over her.
He’s also very controlling such as who she’s allowed to talk to or what she’s allowed to wear.
Nothing short or low cut is allowed. She better not even think about talking back, either,
Henry doesn't have much patience for anything and his temper is even worse.
For example- Her short legs means she walks slower than the rest of them.
Henry rolls his eyes and ends up dragging her by her wrist or sometimes just throwing her over his shoulder because he can’t stand waiting for her.
When it comes time for school, Henry makes sure everyone knows she’s a Bowers. If anyone (child or adult) even just so much as looked at her funny, Henry is throwing hands.
Speaking of school, Henry doesn’t help her with any bit of projects or homework. “Don’t fuckin’ ask me! You do it, or don’t, I don't really give a shit.”
When it comes time for dinner, Henry makes simple stuff like peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, mac n’ cheese, or sometimes just fixes a bowl of cereal. But he always makes her clean up the mess / dishes after.
If she talks back, Henry has no problems getting in her face and yelling loudly.
Sometimes when his anger gets the best of him, he’ll smack her across the face.
He stiffens up when he sees the tears form in her eyes. Sometimes he just walks away and doesn’t want to deal with it, and other times he stands there stiffly and gives her an awkward hug.
“Sorry kid. I didn’t mean to hit you. You just pissed me the fuck off.”
Henry would never let anyone ever see this but occasionally he gives her a quick kiss to the side of her cheek when he’s feeling extra guilty. 
Similar to Patrick, Henry loves to get on her nerves.
Tripping her as she walks by.
Embarrassing her in front of the other guys just to see her blush.
Smacking her off the head as he walks by- her angry face makes Henry laugh.
Tickling her to make her admit something or as a form of punishment because he knows she hates that.
Barges in her room without knocking first.
Warns her she's never, ever allowed to have a boyfriend. And if she has a crush on either Vic, Belch, or Patrick...she’s dead meat.
Won’t allow her to drink alcohol or smoke. If she sneaks and does it, Henry teaches her a ‘lesson’.
“Find you wanna drink? Then here, take it. But now you have to drink the entire thing.”
He smirks and watches her get sick from the alcohol thinking that actually taught her a lesson and will deter her from it in the future.
Speaking of drinking-
When their dad comes home drunk, Henry is the one to take all his shit just to protect her because deep down he does care about her even though he calls her a “little fucking shit” daily.
Henry With A Little Brother-
In Henry's warped mind, his brother is a guy too, so he doesn’t need to be coddled like his little sister does.
If Henry has to withstand hits and verbal abuse, then his little brother should too. “Why should he get a pass?” Henry scoffs.
Henry gives him a lot of tough love.
He tries to make him ‘stronger’ by saying some really rotten shit to him. “Builds character, get used to it, kid.”
Henry does teach his brother how to fight though. “Put those stupid fuckin’ books down pussy. Books can’t teach you how to be a fucking man, but throwing punches will.”
Henry gave his little brother his own knife for his birthday.
He told him since he’s a Bowers, he's a target so it will come in handy~
Gives his brother “advice” on girls and sex; telling him which girls around town ‘put out’ the most.
One day when his brother asked Henry about a particular girl Henry responded with: “Ooh yeah, (random girl’s name), the only thing good about her is her pussy. Face is busted.”
Overall, Henry isn’t too bad towards his brother but once again, when his temper is raging, no one is safe from him.
Vic With A Little Sister-
Overly cautious and protective of her. He’s basically like a helicopter parent.
When the guys are swearing around her, he covers her ears and tells the guys to cut it out.
“Guys! Language!”
“I’m only a few years younger than you guys, I’m not a child!” she retorts.
Patrick, being classic creepy Patrick circles around her. “Just give it a few more years babe. Based on how your mom looks...” Patrick licks his lips envisioning Vic’s mother until Vic smacks him in the balls making Patrick hunch over in pain.
Vic likes to keep her in sight so right after school, he goes straight to her locker and makes sure she rides home with them, too.
When they get out of the car to bully some kids, Vic tells her to stay put. He doesn’t want her involved in anything.
When walking through the woods to the quarry, He always has a hand around her upper arm for support when climbing down the embankment.
He watches her like a hawk when swimming, so paranoid something will happen. Again, think helicopter parent
While he’s sweet for the most part, there’s times he just loses his temper.
He’ll explode and begin yelling at her, only inches from her face.
Sometimes when she does something really, really out of line, Vic will shove her into Henry and Patrick.
“Here guys, teach this little bitch a lesson for me. And don’t go easy on her.” Vic says walking off to calm down.
A part of him feels a little guilty when he sees her cry but other times he feels it’s justified.
He isn’t overly affectionate with her around the guys, the most he does is put an arm around her shoulder.
Sometimes sneaks behind her and tasers her sides and laughs when she jumps and collapses to the ground.
But when no one is around, he 100% gives the best hugs.
When she’s going to a sleepover at a girl-friend's house, Vic tells her to be safe and mumbles, “love you.”
Back at home before bed, Vic will tease her for being paranoid as she makes her way around the house, triple checking to make sure all the windows and doors are locked.
“What? Afraid the boogeyman is gonna getcha?” Vic mocks.
If she’s having a nightmare and calls for Vic, he’ll come and sit on the bedroom floor next to her bed until she falls asleep again.
Vic With A Little Brother-
Vic isn’t as protective over his little brother as he is with their little sister; but he still cares for him.
He just feels that his brother is able to hold his own while his sister needs more protection/ guidance.
He let’s his brother tag along with the guys. They all don’t mind. If anything, they refer to his little brother as Vic number 2.
He genuinely listens to his brother’s interests. Okay.. sometimes he zones out when he drones on and on but he always acts interested.
Vic is pretty book smart so he helps his brother with school work, especially in math.
Tries to make his brother more confident when it comes to talking / picking up girls.
Basically acts as his wing man.
The guys try to give his brother tips on how to pick up girls...Vic usually tells him to ignore everything they say because all that's gonna earn him is a slap in the face.
Tells him not to listen to Henry or Patrick for girl advice.. EVER.
He does teach his brother how to fight though.
Just because Vic is one of the sweeter ones in the gang; that doesn’t change the fact that he’s in a gang to begin with…
When his brother told him he was being picked on, Vic taught him how to fight, but also got involved himself.
Nothing like sending an intimidating message to a few assholes.
When Vic and his brother fight with each other, he doesn’t hold back just because that’s his little brother.
Overall, they get along for the most part and Vic is a pretty decent older brother to his siblings.
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rwprincess · 2 years
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Two Worlds Collided
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A/N: Oh, an anachronistic songfic from RWPrincess? But this time it’s about John Bender! :D Inspired by Never Tear Us Apart (originally by INXS in 1987, but I particularly like this Paloma Faith version)
Word Count: 2K
Synopsis: Bender met reader at the Breakfast Club and the two seemed like opposites, but they shared a common hidden sadness. Over the years, feelings and relationships change.
CW: Swearing, sexuality, Bender being a general asshole
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Bender had met her the same way everyone in the Breakfast Club had, on the Saturday detention on March 24th. He had seen her in the hallways prior to that as he was always observant. He had seen everyone in the Breakfast Club before that day; but he hadn’t given her much thought. Now, he was paying attention to little else. He had no idea why he was drawn to her; they were both so different and he could never picture himself with a goody-two-shoes like that. But the way she had reacted to his more vulnerable, real moments, how she tried to make a connection with him...that stuck with him. He knew he should have learned from his disastrous blow-up with Claire that two people who were so different just wouldn’t work out. He repeated this to himself over and over, like a mantra, but it never changed how he actually felt.
After the breakup, the Breakfast Club had a split between those who chose Bender and those who chose Claire. Of course, Andrew sided with Claire unconditionally, but John considered that as no big loss. Allison tried to play the middle ground and Johnson had sided more with him, but he was surprised at the wholehearted backing he received from Y/N. He had assumed that she would either try to be neutral like Allison, or pick Claire. She had no reason to side with him, he had always come off as an aloof ass. But she had, and he was eternally grateful for that. He had originally decided to get together with Claire because the notion had a hot, forbidden quality to it. They spent time insulting each other and making out to make up for it. It was as passionate as it was destructive, so of course it couldn’t last. However, when he was alone and reflected to himself, he had been attracted to Y/N all along. She was hot, yes, but he had plenty of good-looking girls to choose from. He was more drawn to that kind, quiet inside she had displayed that day. How she had gone out of her way numerous times to reach out to him and had been genuinely nice to him. Most of the time, someone only did that to gain something for themselves. Whether it was to use him or to make themselves feel better, it depended on the person, but with Y/N that never felt like it was the case.
Don't ask me
What you know is true
Don't have to tell you
I love your precious heart
He thought back to the first time he saw her on that Saturday, walking into the library and looking so out of place. He was already adjusting into his spot when she entered and she froze in front of all the tables like a deer-in-the-headlights, as if she had just materialized there and had no clue what she was doing. He remembered feeling both attracted to that doe-eyed look and scoffing internally at it. While she wasn’t part of the cliques that Andrew and Claire were, she had a very sheltered look to her and he was envious of that type of innocence. Her ignorance must have been bliss compared to the hell he lived each day at school and at home. She was just as out of place as the preppies or ultra-dweeb Johnson, but instead of being offended by that notion, she looked terrified. She meekly put her items on the front-row desk opposite to him and he thought about all the fun he could poke at everyone here, including her. However, the first blow did not land well. Bender loved making people uncomfortable, but he didn’t necessarily want to make them cry. He’d made some off-handed remark towards her. He had been circling her and eyeing her, employing the discomfort he liked inflicting, trying to ‘guess’ why she was in detention. “I bet you were caught fooling around with a teacher, right? Always the quiet ones that you’d least suspect…”
John Bender rarely regretted his words or actions. He knew he was an asshole and let unfiltered thoughts through so that he could be the center of attention. In doing so, he had to stand by all the shit he said, even when he crossed a line. This was one of the scattered occasions in which he felt remorse, though. She didn’t reply, not verbally, anyway, but she looked scared shitless and was rooted to the spot. Tears instantly sprang up in her eyes and she looked as if she were about to hurl right on his combat boots. He backed off after that. He didn’t apologize, because that’s not something John Bender could have on his reputation, but he didn’t target her. There was something so sincere about her reaction and he saw himself reflected in that expression. Not the tough-as-nails persona he projected, but his secret self who had seen too much too early in life and could barely stand another blow. He didn’t know what her deal was, but there was a heavy sadness behind those eyes that was far too real for him to tamper with.
When he had shown the group his souvenir for spilling paint in his garage, courtesy of his father, she must have seen that reflection back. No one in that group actually knew him. They all thought he was a lying sack of shit; what could he say? His reputation preceded him. But he caught her gaze as he backed away from the group, and the sadness in her recognized the sadness in him. He felt an odd sort of click, a mutual understanding, but he turned away from them all and trashed the library.
I, I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart
That was months ago, and out of everyone he met that day, she was the one who truly stuck by him. He’d surprisingly connected with Johnson, sure. Everybody likes to get high and Bender was the supplier. And he and Allison had similar interests, but she wouldn’t give up Andrew and with that territory came Claire...there was just no going back to that. But Bender still had Y/N, and he could never understand it. The first time he had brought her into his friend circle, he tried to justify it as sticking to his word and ‘having the balls to stand up to his friends’ like he had told Claire to do. He also reasoned that it was some sort of social experiment. As much as he liked to portray himself as someone who couldn’t care less, Bender was entirely social. He craved attention and admiration for others and could read just about anyone like a book. Maybe that’s why he didn’t mess with Y/N after that first comment landed so wrongly. He felt like he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling and decided to back off. However, it wasn’t just some ‘watch and see how she interacts’ set up; Bender genuinely wanted her there. He wanted to integrate her into his life.
She was still extremely quiet, mostly a speak-when-you’re-spoken-to type, but he started to peel back layers in her personality. He found that, despite that lurking sadness, there was an unending pool of optimism. She tried to see the best in situations and in people. She meshed incredibly well with his friends because she listened instead of judged. She would nod along like she knew exactly what they were talking about and how they felt. He started to develop an attachment to her. While he was still dating Claire, he told himself it was akin to having a pet. Y/N was like a goldfish that he could tell his problems to and know the secret would be kept. But after Claire, he realized that wasn’t the case...particularly when he sought Y/N’s comfort above all else. He divulged the entire last big fight he and Claire had to her, and she was just so...reassuring. After that day, he began to see her in a different light. He argued with himself over what his feelings and intentions actually were, but he couldn’t keep them at bay for long. She was good for Bender. He had never felt lighter.
Of course, Bender had not known stability in his life ever, and the risk of falling for Y/N and having it mean something and being accountable to one person overwhelmed him. He did what he knew best: he fought it and ran away from it. At first, he tried to avoid her, just distance himself. But he’d gravitate back; being without her was too heavy to bear. He wanted to try to actively push her away, to fuck up this relationship with his words, just like he did with everything else. But when he opened his mouth to try to lie, to say he didn’t need her or want her around or whatever, he would look into her eyes and it became impossible. He remembered the way he had shaken her to her core the first day they met, and he couldn’t allow himself to bring that sadness up again in her.
We could live for a thousand years
But if I hurt you
I'd make wine from your tears
Eventually, he gave in. While he was able to control his words to not say anything harmful, he wasn’t able to contain them from slipping up and telling her, “Dammit, I love you!” It wasn’t in a context that could be taken as joking or being said flippantly; she knew immediately what he meant and that he meant those words, wholly.
She took his face in her hands and told him, “I love you, too.” There was no turning back, and as the years passed, they fell deeply in love. He'd dug up her secrets and fears, but she seemed to trust him enough to not use them against her in any way. They both dreaded the prospect of never getting out of Shermer and falling into the same circular trap their parents had. However, he reassured her that the moment they had the opportunity, they would bust out of there. He lucked out that Claire had never asked for her diamond earring back. It was probably one of many and she had forgotten she had even given it to him as a token. He decided to pawn it to top-off the savings he and Y/N had accrued. "You're too good for me, you're sure as hell too good for this place,'' he told her. The trade-in was enough to get them out of town and start anew, but only one of them could really ‘move up’ for now. While they argued back and forth about who should get to pursue which dream, Bender rationalized to her, “I was barely cut out for high school. I can’t really do college. And that’s okay. You’re the brains in this relationship, I’m the beauty.” He winked at her and with her laughter as response, that sealed the deal of who was going to school.
I told you
That we could fly
'Cause we all have wings
But some of us don't know why
She searched the crowd, holding her diploma. Bender had supported her both financially and emotionally these last four years and now they had the degree to prove it. She felt pride in being able to take over from him and let him follow a new path. He had always been good with his hands, but despite his protests, he was good with his mind too. He was a sharp-thinker and she knew that he could make a career that he loved out of that. She’d be there to push and brace him as he had done for her. Finally, she spotted him. When their eyes connected, she felt that same crackle that she had the first day they had met, all those years ago. Before the friendship and the love, she knew there was a spark there, that they were two of a kind, even though they were so different.
I, I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart
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Abandoned Arc: Jaune meets Saphron for the first time in Argus, who calls her parents when she realizes who he is.
*Brrrrrr* *Brrrrrr* *Dling*
Saphron swallowed and tried to steady her shaking hand as the video call was connected and the familiar loving smile from her mom filled the screen of her scroll. That smile dimmed a little when she saw her daughter's own shaken look.
"Hello? Saphron?"
"M-mom..."
"Sweetie?" Juniper was immediately unnerved by the shaking tone in her eldest daughter's voice. "Is everything okay?"
Her daughter took a few seconds before responding. "Y-yea-... No mom. I don't think so... I don't even know mom."
That got Juniper's attention. Her daughters all rarely ever right out admitted something was bothering them without her or Nicholas having to pry. "Saphron, what's wrong? Are Adrian and Terra okay?"
"Y-yeah mom they're fine... I was just heading back home from daycare with Adrian and... I heard someone shout a name, then I turned and saw someone."
"Someone?"
Saphron's breath shook a bit as she took some deep breaths to calm herself. "T-the name I heard was Jaune... a-and then I saw the guy the girl was calling out to! Mom, I swear, I felt like something cold grabbed my heart when I saw him! He looked like Dad did when he was younger! Blonde hair, deep blue eyes, tall..."
Juniper couldn't focus on what her daughter was saying after the first few sentences. Not after she said that name.
Jaune. Whenever she heard that name, she was thrust right back to that horrible, horrible night. Her baby boy, ripped from her arms by someone they all thought of as family, then...d-discarded like trash! Her child wasn't even an hour old! And the life he should have had was stolen from him!
They had all searched for so long... any sign, any mention, any inkling, any microscopic sliver of an idea where he could be. They all got nothing. After a full, long year of sleepless nights due to nightmares, long trips to nearby towns to continue the search, and throats and eyes getting sore from crying after each day was another failure, the Arc family faced the hard truth.
Their youngest member was gone. Forever. Before any of them had a chance to know him, or even hold him for more than a few minutes.
That didn't mean they stopped themselves from chasing down any lead whenever they got one, but those were few and far between, and never turned out to be true. They could never find their little Jaune, no matter how many years passed
And now here was that name again. Causing her eldest daughter the same pain she'd felt for years.
"Saphron!"
The younger mom stopped her reasoning and fell silent. Her mother's voice demanded her full attention.
"I know... I know... what you're thinking, but please don't do this. Not again. I understand that every little small detail that's even vaguely similar can give out hope that it might be real. But... it can't be your little brother Saphron... It's been 17 years now. We can't keep chasing these... fake realities."
"Mom please, I swear this is different! He-"
"Enough Saphron... please."
"Mom I'm telling you th-!"
"Enough!"
Saphron eyes widened a bit at that single word. Her mother was not one to typically raise her voice, she usually never let her temper show in front of her children either. But... she still needed her to know this one big detail.
She said flatly, "He was missing his left arm." Saphron's defiance was rewarded with watching her mother freeze, mouth slightly agape. "I saw it and him with my own eyes."
Juniper felt a chill run up her whole body. Her eyes slowly widened, her vision becoming slightly less clear. She stood, her feet feeling rooted to the ground. The scroll in her hand almost slipped from her grasp before the shifting weight snapped her back to the present and she caught it before it fell.
She focused back on the screen and her daughter's face. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a stutter was heard by both ladies. She gave up quickly, hoping that Saphron would speak up again.
"He... was with some others around his age, and they called him Jaune. He looks like dad, he's... missing his arm. Mom, please just look at this picture."
Saphron went silent, but Juniper saw her tapping away on her scroll. The next thing Juniper knew, a notification popped up saying she had a new message. She switched from the video call to check her messages, going only to a voice call with her daughter, and opened the message log she had with Saphron.
There was the picture.
A picture of a clearly unaware man as he wasn't even looking in the direction of the camera. A man that was exactly like Saphron had been saying.
Blond, tall, blue eyes... looked like her Nicky did when he was younger...
...Missing his left arm...
...Gods above...
Seeing the picture was a whole different experience than being told about. Could... could it really be?
"Mom? Please tell me what you think. Please, I feel like I'm going crazy here! Please tell me you see it too. That you feel it too!"
The cold sensation of a shocking realization wrapping around her heart? Followed by the growing warmth of hope? Yes, she felt both those things.
Juniper brought the scroll up to her ear. "Yes. I see it dear." Juniper heard a relieved sigh from the other side of the call. "I'll... talk to your father about coming to visit you in Argus. We'll try to be there by tomorrow night. At the very least, we'll be able to see Adrian."
"O-okay mom. Speaking of which, I need to go give Adrian his dinner. I'll... see you tomorrow I guess mom... or talk to you later?"
"Yes dear, goodbye and I love you."
"Love you too mom."
*Click*
Juniper pulled her scroll down from her ear and placed it on the counter next to her. She suddenly felt very tired... and heavier. The Arc matriarch rubbed her face with both her hands.
This definitely was not something she'd ever thought would happen, but she needed to take this chance. She'll let herself feel hopeful about seeing her son again... at least one more time.
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dykefight · 3 years
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I want to share some of the experiences of my loved ones and myself that started leading me to radical feminism
One of my best friends (currently a 19 year old college student) used to have an onlyfans and currently sells underwear online. She says that the most humiliating moments of her life happened on onlyfans and similar websites. She had guys ask things like would she have sex with her brother, could she cry on camera, or if she would piss herself for them. There were two men she encountered that still make me sick to think about. The worst one was a man who regularly paid for videos of her pretending like she was being raped by him without a condom. She would beg for him to stop, not to impregnate her, and she cried and screamed. She was not allowed to get any pleasure from it or she wouldn’t get paid. The man only found pleasure in the idea of a teenage girl being traumatized and abused. The other man paid her to dominate him over the phone. He wanted her to control every aspect of his life. He was nearly 30 at the time while she was 18. The worst part of this ordeal was that they knew each other from when she was around twelve or thirteen. During this time I watched her mental health rapidly decline. Her poor mental health ended up causing her to quit less than a year after starting her account. Now she sells underwear and the conditions are no better. She’s been asked to sell worn underwear, underwear she’s pissed in, underwear with her period blood in it, and underwear she’s worn while masturbating. She has been masturbating so frequently that her skin over her clit has begun peeling. The idea that this is empowering her as a woman makes me sick. It’s basically a form of self harm. Anytime I mention that she might need to slow down she explodes, ranting about how she loves doing it, how it’s good money, and that it’s her choice. No woman should be brainwashed into that mindset.
Two of my other friends have been coerced by their boyfriends into sex that they didn’t want. One of them was guilt tripped into having anal sex by her boyfriend. She didn’t want to have sex until marriage, which he already knew prior. She said he looked so disappointed that she felt like she had to let him do anal. She also said this was easily one of the most painful experiences of her life. She ended up being pressured into vaginal sex only a few weeks later. Another friend was VERY adamant about saving any kind of sex until marriage. Her boyfriend pretended like this was totally fine until around a year into their relationship. He starting persuading her into giving him handjobs and blowjobs, insisting that they were meaningless acts and no big deal. She complied but still wouldn’t let him do anything sexual to her. Eventually he got impatient and decided to touch her while she was asleep on a school trip. She admits to being scarred from this, but insists that he didn’t mean any harm and that he wouldn’t do it again. In March, they were at a party together and had a fight. My friend is known for being a lightweight. While she was furious and drunk, her boyfriend was barely tipsy. He apparently decided that the best way for her to get over it was to push her into a room and have sex even though she was fully unable to consent. At some point, someone walked into the room, saw them, and told everyone at the party about it, including complete strangers. People still bring it up to her like it’s some funny story. Neither of my friends see anything wrong with their boyfriends or their actions. I, along with mutual friends, have tried to bring it up but they insist that it was a one time thing, their boyfriends didn’t know any better, and that we’re being over dramatic. It hurts me to know that they’re just one of many girls who dismiss sexual assault just because they’ve never been told what is wrong in a sexual relationship.
My mom was raped by my father while they were dating. My mom was raised in a very religious family so she saw premarital sex as one of the ultimate sins. She was okay with everything except penetrative sex. At some point, they were naked together and he saw that as an invitation. She froze up and couldn’t bring herself to stop him. That was how she lost her virginity. It wasn’t until she told me that she realized he raped her and that was only because I told her. She didn’t know she was raped until over 30 years later. She said she always thought she asked for it since she was naked around him and let him get close enough for it. She didn’t know that there are multiple types of rape until much later in life, so she never connected the dots. If she had known, she might’ve been able to save herself from the abusive marriage that followed.
Speaking of my mother and her marriage, she was also taught that getting a divorce was a sin in the eyes of god, especially if the wife initiates it. My mom couldn’t bring herself to divorce him in the beginning and then once she had kids she couldn’t divorce him until she made sure he wouldn’t get joint custody of us. She suffered through 35 years of abuse all because of some bullshit she had forced upon her since she was young. My grandma on my moms side experienced the same thing and wouldn’t divorce my grandfather who cheated on her and had a child with another woman.
These last ones are my own personal experiences. I, like many women, have faced sexual assault multiple times. The first time was when I was 12 and sexually assaulted by my long time family friend who was 15. He was best friends with my cousin who I am very close to so he also became a friend of mine. We also went to the same school. One day the three of us were at my cousins house and I was sharing a blanket with the friend. Under the blanket, he began to brush his hand along my ass which I thought was an accident since we were on a small couch sharing a blanket meant for one person. It soon escalated to him grabbing my ass under my jeans and through my underwear and then cupping my boobs. This was all while my cousin sat five feet away. When I finally got the courage to get out I got a text from the guy begging me not to tell my cousin. It took me nearly a month to tell my family and the school. My family said they would cut all contact with his family and the school said they would make sure I never had to be around him in a school setting. However, almost immediately, my family went back to being friends with his family and my school went back on their promise. Even though the guy confessed and I had the texts as evidence, he faced no real repercussions. Another guy continually harassed me over the course of our freshman, sophomore, and junior year. He’d do things like grab me, slap my ass, stick his hand down my uniform, grind against me during class while I was bent over, and he always found new ways to contact me after being blocked. When I finally told a teacher mid junior year, the way the school “punished” him was by having his football coach talk to him. This is the same football coach that’s known to indirectly slut shame girls in front of everyone. The guys behavior towards me didn’t change so I just gave up. I was never taken seriously when these incidents came to light. Everyone just assumed it was something to brush off. That it’d go away after a gentle scolding. Even my peers who say they’re all about protecting and defending women basically responded with “that sucks” and moved on.
I turned to radical feminism because it’s given me a place to be heard. I can speak my mind. Even if someone doesn’t agree with me, they’ll have a civilized discussion or simply move on rather than start an argument.
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