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With all respect in the world your stance on mihawk and his relationship to shanks is one of the most confusing to me. Sometimes you hope there’s more to mihawk (literally wrote it), sometimes you are being harsh to him (his arm comment), sometimes you notice those details, sometimes you just talk like it’s nothing big.
Confusion
yeah, that's what i mean when i say i flip-flop on certain topics. my opinion changes with my mood!
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coquelicoq · 2 years
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the mdzs/cql fandom is such a hoot. each of us is convinced that *we* know what canon is and all those dummies who disagree with us are just making shit up, while they're stewing away thinking the same thing about us. and half the time we aren't even talking about the same fucking canon!!! whenever i see someone say something bonkers about a character i'm just like "i assume they are talking about one of the *checks notes* six versions of this creative property that i have not watched/heard/read" and i go about my day. instead of being incensed that people are being wrong on the internet i can just gently pity them for having a canon that seems less cool than my canon.
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firebirdeternal · 1 year
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I finally gave up and made the Fantasy Worldbuilding post unrebloggable because I am Very Tired of people who responded to it by going “But I *like* Fantasy Racism” instead of getting the message that I WANTED to communicate of “People are people, they do things for reasons that Make Sense to Them and if you approach designing fictional people from that perspective your work will feel more alive"
anyways this is my notes now and honestly? much more relaxing.
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the-golden-ghost · 6 months
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I will be in complete earnest like "I'm never getting in a relationship I could not stand it I must remain Free and Untethered until the day I die" and then not one hour later, also in complete earnest be like "but what if... Someone Loved Me...."
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jimintomystery · 2 years
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Nintendo just announced the release date for Breath of the Wild 2: The Sequel to Breath of the Wild, which got me thinking about how long I've been waiting for this, and what I've been up to since I finished the last one.
Play Breath of the Wild 1: The Prequel to Tears of the Kingdom in 2020.
Immediately notice the game addressed issues brought up in this Sequelitis video
Wonder what Arin Hanson thought of the game.
Watch some three-year-old Game Grumps videos
Youtube starts recommending new Game Grumps stuff
End up watching them play House Party
They stop playing House Party
But I really want to watch them do fetch quests trying to score with chicks
"Oh hey, they're doing a dating sim now, that might be good"
Start watching Danganronpa
Realize Danganronpa is not a dating sim
Or is it?
Write Danganronpa shipfic while imagining Arin and Dan doing the voices.
What new dumbass crap will Breath of the Wild 2 make me do? Only time will tell.
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lfcrobbo · 2 years
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not to toot my own horn. but i'm so cute today
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babaroqa · 1 year
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when the darkling becomes so unhinged and commits grisha sacrilege by creating the nichevo’ya so much that even his followers cringe away from him in fear
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writingwithcolor · 8 months
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Avoiding the white savior of the kingdom
@ceo-of-angst asked:
Okay so I'm writing a fantasy series. There's two main kingdoms though there is a third but that one doesn't have to do anything with this ask. Both of them are likely as big as a continent each so there are different climates everywhere, therefore there's a lot of diversity even within one country. The issues mostly is between the two kingdoms nationality wise, as there's a war. The prince of one of the kingdoms kills his older brother to gain the throne. This is where the issue starts. They have a younger (half)sister who ends up leading a revolution bc of her brother's bad rule (famine, war, dictatorship and incantation or sentence to fight to the death in war to anyone who doesn't obbey the government etc), she's white, she's helped by my main cast who are all poc (one of them also from nobility) from the other kingdom and I don't want to accidently make it a white savior She's not my main character though if anything we only see into her pov bc of a difference between kingdoms in book 2. Most of the pov is on my main cast so I don't know how this could pay out.
Add diversity to the kingdom
There is a simple solution: don’t make one kingdom all-white or all-BIPOC. Add in diversity and mixed race. You seem to already be doing that, and it’s not an issue of race but rather tyranny. White saviorism is when only a white character can solve a problem for BIPOC and they’re seen as the hero. If it’s a team effort, where your protagonist is fallible but well-intentioned, you should be fine. -Jaya
Questions to ask yourself
This critique got levied at Tamora Pierce’s Trickster series, and it’s a pretty valid critique of the books—every time you have a white person as a figurehead of an otherwise-diverse movement, you’re going to start getting into why this white person, and why then?
It’s especially salient if you have the person come into an already-established rebellion movement. Is her involvement the thing that gets the privilege necessary to make the movement valid? What about her makes her the ideal top person in the organization?
Why is she white?
My first question is: why is she white? Is it related to colorism and classism? If yes, then why are you automatically making the leading group white if there’s so much diversity and so many other groups can trend extremely pale?
Why are the kingdoms so big?
My second question is: why are the kingdoms so big? It’s actually frighteningly hard to run a continent-sized country. If you’re attempting to make these single groups so big simply for ease of worldbuilding, and for diversity’s sake, know that a country does not have to be large to contain a multitude of groups. You are allowed to have political rivalry in a small area and still maintain diversity within it.
How much privilege is she willing to give up?
My third question is: how much privilege is she willing to give up? Is she trying to take the throne for herself, or is she trying to destroy all of the structures that gave her status in the first place? Because that question will determine how willing the PoC around her are going to be. Why would they support a ruler if they’ve been subjugated by that family, with no real promise she’s going to be any different once she gets in power?
On the flipside, why would she be willing to give up any of her privilege in the name of removing her brother from the throne, and what stops her from going off the deep end once she has the ability to control others?
It’s likely doable to make this situation read as less of a white saviour, but in order to do that you’ll likely need to wask yourself a lot of hard questions about your motives and the character arc you want to have with her.
People may see a white savior, regardless
And you’ll also have to ask yourself if you’ll be comfortable with never really being able to avoid some people calling this a white saviour plot. Even if you do “everything right” and follow every bit of advice you can, there’s always going to be some people who aren’t too thrilled that the person saving everyone is white.
So examine your motives, really nail down what you’re trying to show with this, and come to terms with not making everyone happy no matter what you do.
~Mod Lesya
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In all seriousness, I feel so so sorry for Catherine. I have no intention of publicly speculating on why she needed surgery but my quick googles have shown that a 1-3 month recovery period at home is normal for abominal surgery with a large incision so I don't think people need to be panicking unnecessarily.
I'm so sad that we won't see her until late April at the earliest. I'm sad that we won't get to see her at the BAFTAs, or at with the Welsh/Irish guards, or at the 6 Nations. I'm sad that the Waleses won't be going abroad until the end of the year at the earliest. I'm sad that Kate won't be part of any incoming State Visits in the spring. I'm really sad that there won't be any day-to-day engagements, seeing her with the public or with little children. I don't want her to rush back but I contain multitudes and I will miss her.
I'm completely soft for the fact that William won't be doing engagements until mid-February because he will be with Kate. I'm soft for the fact that he will have a reduced schedule afterwards. And I'm obsessed with the fact that they included that Catherine wants to return to work and wants to reschedule her engagements as soon as possible.
I genuinely don't know what I'm going to do with myself for three months and I'm not looking forward to an increased silly season. I hope Catherine gets to rest and recover privately, with her friends and family around her, and I hope that the summer brings a gentle return to royal duties, the autumn brings overseas trips and tours, and winter brings tiaras and tinsel.
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genderkoolaid · 1 year
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smth i've had to work through as a multigender person is the worry that i'm trying to collect oppression points through my identity- like the eternal question of "how can you be a gay man and a lesbian and bisexual at the same time?". ive worried that im just trying to be oppressed in every way, because all of these have always been presented as separate issues. society doesn't model multigender existence for us, so it can seem illogical for someone to be able to have that many "contradictory" identities while having them all be salient.
but like. they are! i engage with my attraction for men & my manhood in a way that is defined by gayness. my attraction to men is my manhood in a sense.
at the same time, my attraction for women & my womanhood is definitely lesbian. i have always engaged with my attraction to women through a lesbian lens.
and, on top of that, my varied sexuality is important to me, and so is the bisexual label! it also connects to my nonbinary identity, in such a way where i feel that my bisexuality & my nonbinariness are intertwined in the same way as my gayness & manhood and my lesbianism & womanhood.
i identify as a bi lesbian & bi gay for this reason, and i identify as a butch boydyke & femme girlfag because my multigender womanhood and manhood also impact my gayness & my lesbianism. my womanhood is shaped by my lesbianism which is shaped by my manhood which is shaped by my gayness which is shaped by my womanhood. i go out looking like a very butch dyke or a very femme fag or an bisexual androgyne. ive been in sapphic relationships as a masc woman and gay relationships as a femme man! i am large and contain multitudes!!
my identities aren't actually contradictory or inherently disparate. my multigenderedness does not divide or contradict itself. its cis-binary society that chops me into pieces and tries to force me to pit those pieces against each other. its like cutting a painting into different parts and then acting like its ridiculous for a painting to have a sky and trees and people. if you cant understand how someone can be all those things at once, you lack imagination. skill issue tbh
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cookinguptales · 8 months
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Y'know, I post a lot on tumblr about what a shit Guillermo is, and I stand by that. He is a marvelous little shit. But honestly I only talk about it so much because people on tumblr and AO3 send me so many messages about how he's never done anything wrong in his life. When I'm presented with the opposite, that Guillermo is uniquely awful and selfish and he victimizes the poor uwu vampires (thinkpieces that you saw a lot more often during s3) I am fully like "I STAND BY EVERY DECISION THAT FOOLISH MAN HAS EVER MADE."
Being real with you, I feel like talking about Guillermo like he's totally blameless and put-upon or like he's totally selfish and wholly evil flattens a really complex and interesting character. He's selfish and self-involved and cruel and sweet and insecure and giving. He's all those things, and I love that about him.
I love Guillermo as a character because he has these carefully constructed categories in his head, these rules and boundaries that he sticks to like glue. He contains multitudes, and it's because he carefully follows the rules he has in his own head, even when they don't make a lot of sense to others.
I think the best way to think about Guillermo's actions is to think about him having two very different sets of rules for in-groups and out-groups. He will bend over backward for people in his in-group, will be the kindest, most patient, sweetest man in the world -- but he can be downright vicious to people in the out-group.
This is a pretty common occurrence IRL, though not always to the degree that Guillermo does it... I mean, you're going to treat your best friend's birthday differently than you're gonna treat a stranger's, right? When you start seeing it happen the way Guillermo does it, though, it's often to create and preserve power. You see it in politics, high school cliques, religion, etc.
For example, let's take new religious movements (or NRMs, i.e. "cults".) They are famous for this behavior. When you create distinct in-groups and out-groups and can behave very differently towards both, you give your followers a strong incentive to stay in the in-group. It makes them feel like they're the "good" ones, the superior ones, the ones with power. The ones that belong. And when they see out-groups being mistreated, well. No one wants to be in the group with no power who's mistreated, y'know? It simultaneously gives people in the in-group a sense of community, belonging, and social superiority and makes them afraid to leave.
But really, you see it all the time. If you have a "good" group that you can never harm and a "bad" group that you can do anything to, that really helps prop up power structures in a lot of ways. Look, I'm not going to get into this too much more because you don't want a freaking academic lecture on your dash, but suffice it to say that I think Guillermo is largely using his in-groups and out-groups in this way, mentally speaking.
He has in-groups (his friends, his family, his boyfriend, the vampires he lives with) and out-groups (literally everyone else, including other vampires) and he badly mistreats the out-groups because he does not want to be one of them. I've noticed he's particularly awful to human prey that reminds him of himself (nerdy, socially awkward, powerless, virginal) and I think that's because he wants to distance himself from them. He wants to make sure no one mistakes him as being part of that group, so he very strongly pushes them into his out-group by not only killing them, but making fun of them and often making sure they suffer before they die.
And then he's even more slavishly devoted to his in-groups, partially because he does truly love them, but partially because he desperately wants to stay in those groups. Or because he's trying to protect his own hide.
I don't mean to say that every kind thing he does is calculated -- I do think he very genuinely wants to make the people he loves happy -- but there's a sort of desperation to it sometimes. When he does these kind things, sometimes it's this desperate bid to be valued and accepted by others in his in-group, which makes him feel like he's earned his place there.
I've noticed that Guillermo has a tendency to do things for people to stay in their good graces (buying his mom a fridge, doing chores for Nandor, giving Derek money) when what they actually want is his time and attention. There often is a vibe that he's trying to earn his way into a group he doesn't quite feel entitled to when actually he's already very much a part of the group and he just needs to maintain those relationships. It's insecurity, frankly, and a nervous sort of self-preservation.
In fact... I'd say that Guillermo's greatest emotional struggles often come when trying to reconcile (and protect) different members of his in-group because he's trying to reconcile (and protect!!!) the different parts of himself.
Like... when he protected Jeremy, he was protecting a friend, but also the idea that some weak, virginal nerds are not prey. He had to protect this member of his in-group, partially because he loved him, but partially because he had to protect himself by extension. If Jeremy could be an exception to the predator-prey dynamics, so could he. Some humans could be valuable.
When he protected his fellow familiars during the familiar fights, he was protecting fellow humans whom he thought had "earned" a better life (and death) than prey humans, but he was also protecting the idea that a familiar could be loved and valued. He was protecting himself and the hope that Nandor would love him.
When he protected his family, he was protecting his beloved family members, but also the idea that vampires and slayers could coexist. Of course he doesn't want his family to die, but he's also doesn't want his hopes that he can have it all to die with them.
Let's all be real with each other here. Guillermo kills humans, and he does so without compunction. He is able to utterly dehumanize prey humans because he has a vested interest in emotionally distancing himself from them. But he gets kind of freaked out when the humans that he has mentally removed from that prey group (his friends, his family, people "like him") are not placed into that same exempt group by others. And this is definitely because he wants to protect those he loves!
But it's also because it means that he isn't special, either.
Let's talk about Freddie, who I think is probably the most complicated example of all this in the entire show. (Save perhaps Derek, who could probably get an entire post to himself because he went from out-group to in-group without Guillermo's consent.) When Freddie first arrived at the house, Nandor mistook him for prey. This understandably freaked Guillermo out, partially because he wanted to protect his boyfriend and partially because it was violating Guillermo's group dynamics.
(Insert meta here about Freddie representing Guillermo's ability to have a happy life outside of the weird, insular one he'd created for himself prior to s4.)
Freddie ended up being kind of special, though, because Guillermo considered him to be part of his in-group and Nandor considered him an out-group until he realized that Guillermo valued him. And then Nandor wanted him to not just be part of his in-group, but a portion of it separate from (but simultaneously representing) Guillermo. It's complicated!!
So we had Freddie 1 who was Guillermo's and Freddie 2 who was Nandor's, but... in the end, Freddie really belonged to no one but himself, right? In the end, he very literally chose himself. He left the -group dynamic altogether.
So Freddie is moving in and out of these groups like a fuckin' oiled-up eel that Guillermo cannot keep a hold of, and that really challenges his control issues as well as his ability to feel like he belongs in the in-groups he's created. It challenges his ability to feel worthy and loved and like he belongs anywhere. It challenges his ability to have faith that he'll ever become a vampire. Suddenly he does not control these groups anymore. If anything, they're controlling him.
While a lot of Guillermo's angst at the end of s4 was about, y'know, normal heartbreak... I think a lot of that was happening, too. He was really seeing the abrupt overturning of the carefully established rules and groups and boundaries and power differentials in his head, and that made him just want to be free of the whole thing.
So he took a step out of all of his preconceptions about what he did and did not have to do to belong in these groups, and took hold of his own destiny.
...unfortunately.
Guillermo's decisions in s4, both regarding his family and his turning, really did permanently shake up a lot of the group dynamics in the show. For better? For worse? (FOR GOOD...? lmao) It's hard to say, honestly. But I'm eager to see how he irons it all out in his head!
Our able-to-self-justify-literally-anything bitch. 💜
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perdvivly · 2 months
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*me and the girlies at a sleepover* bubbliterally: Do you guys want some more icecream? k-simplex: That's so kind of you! perdvivly: I'd love some, thank you! bubbliterally: And some tea to go with? Hot and cold; yin and yang. Balance, you know? k-simplex: You are so wise bestie. perdvivly: I swear to god if you bust out the plain tea again I will cry. k-simplex: Plain tea? perdvivly: I'll tell you later. *bubbliterally serves the food and drink* bubbliterally: So, what do you guys think is the fundamental problem of human existence? perdvivly: Must there be only one? k-simplex: That's such a big question! bubbliterally: Well, no, but are you telling me you don't feel some problem, question, facet of human existence more keenly than all the rest? k-simplex: I think, if I had to choose, it'd be that we're essentially finite beings in what is an essentially infinite world. bubbliterally: Oooh, could you say more? k-simplex: Well. I want to like. Do things. But there are more things in the world than I can ever possibly do. More experiences than I can ever possibly have... It sounds silly. bubbliterally: It doesn't sound silly! If this is important to you, I want you to be able to share. This is a safe space. k-simplex: I guess it informs a lot of anxiety I have? That I know my time on earth is really limited and my choices are boundless, and there's this mismatch there. And I'm trying to get ahead of the curve, I'm doing a bunch of pyschoactive drugs and experiencing novel experiences but... I mean, deep down I know I'm not being graded on a curve. I know it doesn't matter whether or not I have more novel experiences than the average person, I'm falling incredibly short on an objective metric. I'm trying to say 'yes' to life, but there's so much of life you know? I'll never be able to say yes to it all. perdvivly: It's a mismatch between your imagination and your reality? What you think you could do and what you can actually do? k-simplex: Not really. Imagination is an unsatisfactory collage of experiential texture drawn from memory. Experience is genuine data. I'm not seeing myself miss out, I'm missing out. There are feeling tones I don't know about, that I can't imagine until I experience them. perdvivly: And what about the bad things? Do you want to experience them too? k-simmplex: Heartbreak, pain, longing, death... These are all profound experiences. I think they're meaningful too. I wouldn't want to say my life was complete until I'd experienced them so, yes, even the bad ones. perdvivly: And worms crawling up your urethra? You'd want to experience that too? bubbliterally: Viv, you're being kind of a dick right now. k-simplex is sharing something vulnerable. perdvivly: You're right, thank you for pointing it out. I'm sorry k-simplex. k-simplex: No, I mean, I take your point. But even if I limit myself to the "good experiences" I'm still falling way short of infinity. bubbliterally: Mmmm. You want to be large. To contain multitudes. k-simplex: Precisely. I don't want to die before I've lived. And I've only lived such a very small amount in the grand scheme of things. And... Like it or not. I'm dying. bubbliterally: I think I will choose to not like that. k-simplex: What about you Viv? perdvivly: Ah. Hedgehogs. Nothing you haven't heard before. I think it's probably something I talk too much about already. k-simplex: No, we're genuinely curious. Please share? perdvivly: Well, I guess it's something like the uncrossable gap between souls. k-simplex: The uncrossable gap between souls? What's that? bubbliterally: Could you say more? perdvivly: Sure. It's something like. Well it's what David Foster Wallace was pointing to when he wrote "How odd I can have all of this inside me and to you it's just words". *bubbliterally thoughtfully eats her icecream*
perdvivly: I have this really vivid and real and deep experience and I just... I can't share it. In principle it's just. Me, trapped inside a room with a door that says "push" and all I know how to do is pull. I keep fumbling and grasping at this door. It's door-shaped, I know about doors. I've worked pull doors. But this is different. No matter how hard I try, I'm locked inside my own head. k-simplex: It's about the claustrophobia of being trapped in your own skull? perdvivly: Not really. bubbliterally: It's about connection? perdvivly: Yeah. It feels really unserious to say how deeply this affects me. But I do... You know, I do feel things. bubbliterally: Right. No. Yeah. We get it. perdvivly: I guess if it's about anything it's about alienation and it's about isolation. k-simplex: I think there are practical steps you can take for that though aren't there? I get that expressing yourself can be hard, but everyone is in the same boat. There has been a lot of spilled ink about the art of expressing yourself lately. And, when words fail you there are haptics too. What can't be said with words can maybe be said with a kiss for example. perdvivly: The DIY pop pyschology of the modern internet aint it chief. k-simplex: I'm sorry? perdvivly: Don't be, I'm just bristling at things you couldn't have any way of knowing I'd bristle at. Which is sort of exactly the thing. I mentioned hedgehogs, you know the parable? bubbliterally: Oh from Schopenhaur? perdvivly: Yeah, exactly. bubbliterally: I see... I can understand the ways that parable interacts with your existential isolation. That can't be a very pleasant way to live. Do you feel this often? perdvivly: Daily. And you're right. k-simplex: Can I make a suggestion that might seem dismissive but I don't mean it to be? perdvivly: Of course, we're all friends here. k-simplex: What if it's easier to believe that you can't show people what you're really feeling because if you did show them, and they didn't realise what they were seeing, or if they were dismissive of it, it would be easier for you to feel like you had failed in saying what you meant to say rather than that they weren't interested in it, or by extension you? perdvivly: Oh. k-simplex: I just mean, if you can't show yourself, then you never have to put anything on the line right? You never have to expose yourself to true and deeply felt pains of coexisting in the world with other people who have their own internal worlds, which are every bit as real and acutely felt as your own. perdvivly: I'm not denying that deep down I could just be one fragile child riddled with insecurity, all this deepseated fruedian stuff that pop-psychologists would love to classify as mommy or daddy issues. But it's an untestable hypothesis right? Maybe it's a defense mechanism and it's all bullshit, but it's what I feel. I feel... Ouch ouch ouch in my brain. You know? k-simplex: I know. And I know how that might come across as dismissive, which is why I gave it the explicit caveat that I did. perdvivly: I know, and I'm grateful for the perspective. I really am. Definitely something to chew on at least. k-simplex: Yeah... What about you bubbliterally? bubbliterally: Huh? k-simplex: Is there a problem you've been sitting with a lot lately? *bubbliterally thinks for a while, drinking her plain tea* bubbliterally: Scissors congruence I think.
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jaskierx · 10 days
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The original person who called for the hunger strike thats being spread around is an actual Palestinian, not a performative activist, who has made their reasons for doing so very clear in other posts. Every post I've seen being spread about the situation includes extremely detailed information on how to go about something like this safely, (including ways to preserve your energy and keep your body nourished enough to avoid health complication and consulting with your doctor) and how hunger strikes have been used as a form of protest across history. Moreover, no one is forcing anyone to do this and the posts circulating make a huge point of stressing safety above all else. If someone is not safe to do a hunger strike thats perfectly reasonable, I know I wouldn't be safe to do that. However, if someone wants to protest in this way which has a large amount of historical precedent and wants to share information about how others can safely join their protest, (which again, does not have a stipulated timespan and can be stopped whenever the protester chooses) there's really not anything wrong with that. Hunger strikes are nothing new and if your issue with it is that the content is improperly tagged, I understand that. But to say that they don't do anything or anyone involved in an extreme and active form of protest to call out the famine that children in Haza are facing is just being "performative" is literally just not true. I agree with a lot of the posts you've shared in the past about how tumblr users' "activism" is often just for morality points and results in a lot of unnecessary harassment, but this just honestly isn't one of those cases and anyone participating in it probably has their own personal reasons for doing so. I'm not even trying to be disrespectful here but your post shows ignorance. This is honestly not something that needs to be talked about by an our flag means death fandom blogger
being palestinian and doing performative activism are not mutually exclusive
it doesn't matter that safety information is being shared, it doesn't matter that people are free to not join in - at the end of the day, someone is being applauded for announcing that they're going to fast for upwards of 2 weeks straight, and is calling people brave and kind for saying they're going to join in, and none of this is tagged. disordered eating is very very common and it's irresponsible to be using a large platform to tell people that they should stop eating because it's morally good and perfectly safe and an example of good activism
hunger strikes are nothing new, but this is not a hunger strike. the original poster has said themselves that it's a solidarity fast and has admitted that it's being done out of a personal feeling of guilt. this is less a hunger strike and more a bit of performative self-flagellation
i contain multitudes! as well as being an our flag means death fandom blogger, i'm also a human being and a former healthcare worker and someone who has seen friends have their lives ruined by eating disorders, so i can and should talk about this :)
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ashwritesmonsters · 1 year
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Hello!! Been following your work for a while, I read your stories when I’m sad lol!
Can I request giant x fem!reader with lemon?
Go wild, I just love content with giants and don’t see enough of it
Thank you ♥️♥️♥️
F!Reader x M!Giant - Lemon
Note: Okay, first I'm sorry this took so long. Motivation to write has been hard to come by recently. Like, I know I'm sorta relaxed with requests, but jeez. I think I'm finally starting to find my groove again, slowly, so hopefully I get some more requests to start building up my writing muscles again. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Cradled in Uvor's hand, which was normally quite comfortable, you were starting to feel a little seasick. Not because you were at sea, but because his careful, deliberate steps rocked you in his palm like a ship. His pace was slow, yet his eyes darted rapidly as he looked down, at you, at his feet, at the ground below and the pine trees that equaled him in height.
"Uvor..." you groaned. The view of the nature preserve and the fresh air helped a bit as you cuddled his thumb like a pillow.
"We're almost there, little bloom," he apologized quietly, though his voice still rumbled your bones. "Sorry. I just don't want to step on anything."
"It's okay." You tried to focus on the smell of pine and cool feeling of mist on your face. "I'm sure the wildlife appreciates it."
"They do," he answered seriously. "If you look up, you might be able to see it from here. We're close."
Uvor lifted you gently, as he always was, and you could just barely see above the trees. A column of steam as wide around as a neighborhood lazily rose into the overcast sky.
"Wow..." you couldn't contain your wonder. You had never seen anything like it before, yet Uvor apparently came here every day.
"You'll feel much better once you're in the warm water. I promise." He smiled faintly, still focusing on the safe navigation of the untamed forest.
A stray raindrop struck you in the face. "Warm water sounds amazing right now," you said, wiping it away with a wool mitten.
After a little more lurching travel, you arrived at the destination Uvor promised. Once he set you down on the forest floor, just on the edge of the clearing, all you could see were multitudes of steaming pools stacked atop one another like tiers on a wedding cake.
"Uvor, this place is beautiful," you gasped, surprised this hadn't already been turned into a tourist attraction. "You come here every day?"
"Indeed," he boomed, his voice always large enough to shake the ground you stood on, "It's the reason I don't smell. I'm very grateful." He smiled and squatted next to you.
"So I guess I should, uh..." you hesitated, the cold air biting your cheeks, "undress before I get in?"
"I could keep you warm on the way back," Uvor explained, "but it would be easier if your clothes were dry."
"Got it," you answered, still not entirely ready to disrobe. Sure, Uvor was as caring and gentle of a boyfriend you could ask for, but going au naturale in front of him was a new, yet not unexpected line to cross.
Uvor sensed your hesitation. You had been standing idly in the cold rain with steamy hot springs just before you, after all. "If you want to keep your underwear on, that's okay too," he added gently.
"No, I'm not going home with soggy underwear." You found the resolve to undress, starting with your coat. Uvor and you had talked at length about boundaries and comfort and such, and a slightly bolder version of you from the past agreed that this trip to the hot springs was meant to be a romantic—and nude—one.
Uvor offered a hand to you while you shucked your bulky autumn clothing off. One by one you tossed your coat, your sweater, your shirt, your pants, and so on into his waiting hand like it was a laundry basket at home. Once the last of it was safe in his grasp, you jogged across the cold clay ground into an eagerly awaiting hot spring. The warmth was divine.
"Oh, this is perfect," you sighed contentedly, vapor from your breath joining the steam as it rose towards the sky. Just as you rested your head against the earthen lip of the pool, the ground shook. Uvor had done away with his loincloth and gently sat down in a pool that was large enough to accommodate him just next to yours.
“Isn’t it?” Uvor sounded pleased with himself. He reached over, dipping his huge hand into the water beside you, offering it. You leaned against his wrist at first before deciding just to sit in his hand again. He held you perfectly under the balmy water.
"Thank you, Uvor," you leaned back and closed your eyes. Cool mist dotted your face. "I know I was hesitant to come out here with you, but..." you blushed. The warmth and steam had distracted you from the fact that you were now completely naked and sitting in your boyfriend's hand.
"But?" Uvor's middle finger curled, gently spreading your thighs apart as it nestled between them.
"But I'm glad I did." You tentatively accepted his advances. You parted your legs just a bit more, blushing, and allowed yourself to straddle his middle finger, his index and ring fingers holding your thighs in place like warm pillows.
"Mm," he grumbled, satisfied. "Me too." His finger curled further until all your weight rested on it. You gasped. His heartbeat pulsed in between your legs... and gradually got faster.
You leaned forward and grabbed his fingertip like you were riding a rocking horse.
"You seem eager." You could hear the smirk in his voice.
"So do you." You turned back and looked at him and returned a smirk of your own. There was still a kindness in his eyes, but backlit by desire. He was trembling at how delicate and soft you felt in his hands... and something else, too.
His finger curled. You gasped at the sudden movement and how it rubbed against you. Despite being a giant who spent most of his time in nature, the skin on his hands was soft. The grooves that gave you fingerprints instead gave him lovely, supple bumps that rubbed against your tender sex.
"Uvor," you said, your breath catching a bit, "that... that feels good." The admission made your face burn hotter than the springs.
"Mm," he rumbled, almost teasing. "Would you like me to move?"
"Um, a little," you answered, eyes closed as warmth built between your legs.
"As you wish, my little bloom." He uncurled his finger. It rose slightly, pressing against your pussy gently. When you gripped his fingertip and moved your hips, a moan escaped you. Pleasure surged through you. The spring felt hotter, the steam thicker. Your breath took a moment to catch up.
"Good?" He asked, feeling you melt in his hand.
"Y-yeah." You started to pant. Your trepidation before this outing was cleared away by the hot steam. More movement with your hips. Your knuckles went white as you clung to his fingertip. The steam in front of your face spun away from you in silky swirls with each hot breath.
Back and forth. Every nerve in your body lit up when your clit found purchase on his hot, soft skin. Your eyes scrunched shut.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Uvor rumbled. He reached across with his other hand to delicately cradle your face between his large thumb and forefinger. “Are you close?”
“Y-yeah...” you squeaked, your breath short and legs beginning to shake.
"Come for me." His heartbeat between your quaking legs was impossibly warm. "Come for me, little bloom."
Pleasure exploded within you as your clit rubbed against his tender skin. You gasped, shaking. Your knuckles went white, holding on to Uvor as you rode out your orgasm. It was hot—too hot—and after crying out to the overcast sky, you fell back and lied against his wrist. Your glassy eyes saw stars.
"Are you okay?"
You came so hard it felt like the wind was knocked out of you. Breaths came unevenly, and your voice was small. "I'm... yeah..." you tried to say, drowned out by the bubbling noises of the springs.
Immediately, as you gasped at his speed, Uvor lifted you from the water and sat up, holding you before him. He cradled you in both hands as cool air rushed around you and stray rain droplets peppered your skin. He wore an expression of concern, examining you.
"What was that for?" You asked, slightly put off by the cold that shocked you out of your post-orgasmic stupor.
"I was worried," his eyebrows softened, and he let out a breath he seemed to be holding. "I thought I... hurt you, or the springs gave you heat stroke, or..."
"I'm fine," you reassured him, standing in his palms and reaching out to touch his stubbly cheek. The moment your hand met his skin even more tension left his face and shoulders.
"I'm sorry for ruining the moment," he rumbled, his eyes no longer on you, downcast.
"You didn't ruin anything. I just..." you had cooled down, but heat returned to your cheeks as you prepared the words, "I just came really hard, thanks to you, big guy."
You could feel heat rise in his cheeks too. "I... uh... I'm glad." He couldn't find the words.
"Good talk." You chuckled, patting his cheek. He chuckled with you, flashing that goofy grin of his. "Why don't you set me down in the water again? It's cold up here."
"Of course, my little bloom."
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you might have already answered this but what does satanism mean to you?
Satanism makes sense only as a reaction to and inversion of Christianity. "If poverty is the work of God, then I'm with the devil."
Partially that's accepting that you were likely raised Christian and if not, you still came to exist in a culturally Christian environment where the default was Christianity and your worldview was irreparably shaped by this.
"Irreparably" because, while Christianity is large and contains multitudes as much as it can be said to contain contradictions, the strains that became dominant with European colonialism and capitalism were those that justified "might is right" and consecrated the power of some blessed by God to enslave and abuse those without power.
So our Satanism says, "Yes, capitalism's power feels overwhelming. But Lucifer named himself and had the courage to fight omnipotence. Although he didn't overthrow heaven then, the fight continues, and as long as we fight, we will never ever lose."
Ideas of revolutionary struggle exist in lots of religions, including Christianity. But Satanism can allow a person to create their own religious meaning without pilfering from existing ones except insofar as you look at Christianity and say, "What you call evil, I embrace."
Where this goes astray is LaVeyan Satanism and its antecedent in the extreme social Darwinism, misogyny, racism, antisemitism, and anti-egalitarianism of Arthur Desmond's book "Might Is Right". Both looked at a sort of Christianity that was rhetorically concerned with upending the existing social order and aligning with those at the bottom of society, and they took it at face value as being Christianity actually. Both Anton LaVey and Desmond talked of a Christianity that no one looking at the United States' history of a slaver religion would even recognize.
So when you invert kindness and community as ideals, you get bog-standard libertarian individualism and douchebaggery. Which is what Satanism has been and worse for most of the past fifty years.
But if you invert slaver Christianity, you should get the religion of liberation for all at any costs, and that's what we find attractive about Satanism as a concept and historically, pre-LaVey.
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licncourt · 7 months
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What do you think about Babette and this fanon theory that he had feelings for Babette? I didn't get any emotional tension when reading their part in the book other then Louis being concerned, almost big brotherly, and fed up with Lestat destroying families left and right. - 📖
Is that a fanon theory?? I don't think I've ever heard that reading actually. But I agree that his affection for her felt very brotherly, longing too but not in a romantic way. Lestat makes a jab about Louis being into her, but in the interview Louis even tells Daniel he wasn't interested in Babette romantically. He definitely doesn't seem like he's in love with her to me, and I think he would've jumped on the opportunity to prove his Straightness if he could've convincingly spun it that way.
To me, his fascination with Babette was largely what she represented to him, namely the best of humanity and the mortal nature he'd lost. She was kind of his last tie to the human world and the last thing he could effect positively from his old life. She was also a piece of what he might have been I think. If Lestat hadn't come along and Louis hadn't drunk himself to death or been shot in a duel instead, maybe he would've married her, had 2.5 kids, been what everyone wanted, and never acknowledged his sexuality.
Babette is a figment of what he was "supposed" to be and what he wished he could've been, and because of that, she really drives home that vampirism = homosexuality motif for Louis too. I'm sure he wanted to have feelings for her, but I think it's pretty clear that he didn't. She's a pipedream in a lot of ways, which is also why I think he was so affected by her rejection of him. That fantasy of humanity and normalcy died with her condemnation, the way she ended up because of him adding insult to injury I'm sure. Louis contains multitudes for sure, but none of them are into women, bless his gay little heart.
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