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祝你新年快乐!!
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ishomieokay · 3 months
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—texting boyfriend!homelander
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HOMELANDER X HISPANIC TEXTER (2/?)
✰ summary — a series of random texts between homelander and you, his girlfriend 💕
✰ warnings — +18, suggestive themes, hints of breeding kink, latina baddie with an attitude.
✰ genre — texts, domestic fluff, flirting, smut.
✰ taglist: @poisoned-cupcakes ��
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imagone · 6 months
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me when all the other propaganda attempts fail
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wilwheaton · 1 year
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Elon's new blue-check subscription service was a massive flop, and the sudden removal of nearly half a million blue-checks suddenly made it crystal clear to Twitter's user base that the blue-check club going forward was going to be populated almost entirely by right-wing weirdos. There would be no hanging out with Stephen King or LeBron James; your fellow blue-checks would instead be a few notorious racists and jokes from (checks notes) influential wag "catturd." In fact, by so clearly labeling the worst of Twitter’s worst people, it spurred a genius #BlockTheBlue backlash, in which people gleefully banned the blue-check trolls that now populated the top of every single prominent Twitter thread (like those of actual celebrities announcing their refusal to pay for what was now a worthless mark). The visible unpopularity of the program wasn't just embarrassing for Musk. It's an existential threat to the program’s viability. Musk sold the subscription service as a way to become one of the site's Important People without merit; if all the Important People didn’t just stay off the program, but mocked it, only the most diehard of Musk loyalists would be eager to sign up for that. As the collapse of the program became self-evident, third parties had already begun working on automated #BlockTheBlue plugins that would systematically block all checkmarks. So Musk immediately set out to salvage the reputation and very existence of the $8 club—by forcing Important People to be in it whether they liked it or not. And by "immediately," we mean "by afternoon."
Elon Musk's Twitter Blue is a verified disaster
I was one of Twitter’s early adopters. I was one of those accounts they suggested you follow when it started to get big. I went from a few thousand followers to a hundred thousand in a matter of days, and was at 3 million when I closed my account.
I left Twitter long before Musk took over, but I kept the account to protect it and the branding it comes with from bad people.
Last year, before Musk bought it, I posted a couple of tweets to let those three million accounts know that my memoir had been published. It seemed silly not to. I turned replies off, and just let it be an announcement.
Then Musk took over, and I watched Twitter turn into 4Chan. When it started to become 8Chan, I deleted my entire archive, unfollowed everyone except family, and then made my account private. I figure I still need to protect the username.
I don’t look at my account, but someone told me the check was gone. (Oh, I was one of the earliest verified users, too). I was thrilled. I didn’t want anyone to think I gave that bozo my money.
Then the same person told me the check was back, shortly after I think all decent people had concluded that blue check = red flag (or red hat). So I signed back into my account and updated my bio to make sure nobody ever thinks I gave that dumbass any of my money.
I know I’m not alone. That check mark is now toxic, and I’m not the only longtime verified user who doesn’t want anything to do with it. I wonder if someone more famous than me, with more at stake, makes noise about the implied endorsement  / affiliation the blue check now carries with it, and the brand damage that comes with it?
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tikkunolamresistance · 2 months
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On the topic of your posts of Zionists calling Jewish people anti semitic for being anti-zionists,
I feel like they're(Zionists) own definitions of who gets to be Jewish flip flops too from post to post. (Bc they keep trying to find different avenues to try and invalidate anti-zionist Jewish people's identity, but in the end its like wait so which one of those rigid definitions do they actually believe because clearly if they're using these "standards" against others, they're not as open and progressive as they often make themselves out to be in)
Yes! Exactly this!
Jewish Zionists will accuse Jews of being phoney, that they’re “not actually Jewish” or “not really Jewish”, an accusation based entirely on someones affiliation to the separatist, racist Zionist ideology. Zionists pride themselves on the Jewish expressions akin to “1 Jew, 2 opnions”, and how diverse our people are! … But that diversity has to fit into the Zionist ideological framework, or the anti-Zionist is cut off, cast away and branded a “traitor”, a “nazi”, or just “not a real Jew”. The very act of rejecting Zionist ideology is encouraged, by religious leaders and community members; it’s an issue with deeper roots we Jews must get comfortable with facing.
In essence, you could say this propagation is an extension of the Zionist forced-assimilation that upholds the Israeli settler culture— necessitating an entire people into conformity of a particular (namely right-wing) ideology through intimidation and bullying tactics. It goes without saying, that Zionists perpetuate some of the most violent and damaging antisemitism inder the guise of “dismantling antisemitism”… their counterproductivity is only matched by their contradiction.
Zionist Jews bully anti-Zionist Jews, and historically so, to enforce Zionist ideology. It is a cycle that must be dissolved immediately, to ensure full liberation of Judaism from violent Facist ideological extremism.
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Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 1B
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Lea Salonga (1971) made history in 1991 as the youngest performer to ever win Best Leading Actress in a Musical for Miss Saigon. She was just twenty years old at the time, and now all these years later, she qualifies for our MILF tournament. Lea has starred in six Broadway shows including Les Miserables (as first Eponine and then later Fantine), Once On This Island (2017), and most recently a brief stint in Here Lies Love (2023). She is also the singing voice for Disney's Mulan.
Diva, icon, certified GILF Christine Baranski (1952) has a theatre resume a mile long. A two-time Tony winner, Christine has performed on and off-Broadway, regionally, and internationally in shows such as Mame at the Kennedy Center, the pre-Broadway workshop of Sunday in the Park with George, and the infamous flop that was Nick & Nora (1991). She can be seen alongside a slew of other Broadway Divas in HBO's The Gilded Age, and has also participated in at least ten Sondheim shows and concerts over the years.
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"Lea Salonga was our only major Asian representation on Broadway for decades, and yeah okay, Miss Saigon was the single most racist, orientalist, offensive show I've ever seen on Broadway, but-- Actually, no, I have no "buts" for this. It's just a bad show, and Lea Salonga deserved a better star vehicle."
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"If you didn't turn into a raging lesbian from the moment you watched Christine Baranski perform "Does Your Mother Know?" in Mamma Mia, then are you really queer? THE GILF, and still able to be a high kicking bitch when she wants to."
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rogue205 · 8 months
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Oh my god. What is with Disney these days? No one wants a “woke” Princess and it’s like they don’t even understand the word anyway.
Pixar does because look at Merida. She still got help from “a man” even if they were her little brothers. It was still “female empowerment” because her mother is actually the one who killed the bad guy anyway and it was because he was about to kill Merida. It wasn’t just “women strong!”. Hell, Merida refuses to get married and actually ends the movie that way but she never comes across as “ew, men” but that she simply doesn’t want to. I can relate.
But back to Disney. They changed Little Mermaid so Ariel literally did EVERYTHING including killing Ursula despite the fact that she shouldn’t even know how to drive a damn ship. 🙄 There was nothing wrong with Eric doing it!
And now we’re getting “woke” Snow White who is named as such because her skin is WHITE AS SNOW! But noooooo… she has to be a person of color too so Disney can have lazy writing and call everyone racist when we call them out on this BS. POC are just shields for them now although Rachel Zegler tried to accuse everyone of hate already. Lady, that’s not going to get people to see your point. And frankly, it’s not even about her. It’s about Disney and what they’re doing.
Also they’re apparently planning to change the Prince coming in to wake her up at the end. Like, what? And most of the seven dwarves are gone too. I think there’s only one now while the others are “normal”. They thought(and Zegler said) that the Prince was “acting stalker-ish” so that’s why they wanted to change him. Hah. They clearly didn’t watch “Once Upon a Time”. Now THAT is a live-action Snow White.
Plus there is a “deleted scene” comic which explains how the Prince even knew to come looking for Snow White. He was captured and locked up by the Evil Queen and witnessed her transform into the hag and poison the apple. He immediately went to find Snow when he managed to escape. All the live-action had to do was include something like this and then he isn’t “stalkerish”. 🙄
Frankly, their movie is not even Snow White anymore and I can tell already that it’s going to flop with all these unneeded and unnecessary changes. All it shares in common now is the name. Nothing else.
This is just my opinion. You don’t have to agree.
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timemachineyeah · 2 years
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Ready for my hot take?
The Last Airbender (2010) was ultimately a force for good.
It was a terrible, terrible movie. Adapted from a very popular show.
ATLA was at the height of its fandom. And it was a toxic fandom. Ship wars and mocking each other and general anger were pretty hard to avoid, even when carefully curating your fandom experience.
And then this very bad movie came out and we all had a common enemy.
No, my point is not that the movie temporarily united a divided fandom against a common enemy, though it did do that. And I think that helped.
My point is everyone agreed the movie was bad.
And fandom’s favorite thing to do, then and now, is to morally justify their taste.
Not just fandom. Critics. Analysts. We love to pretend there is a deep meaningful truth underneath what we do and don’t like. (There isn’t, but that’s okay).
The fight against the whitewashed casting was the first time many people had heard of the history whitewashing in Hollywood. The campaign against it gained mainstream press coverage.
But in a kind of, “Are these criticisms right? Is Hollywood racist? Or do they just hate fun? You decide!” way.
As someone going “uh, this is super racist”, it was both frustrating and eye-opening to learn how not mainstream that take was.
Before the movie came out, arguments about the whitewashing were heated and divided. Who says these characters have to be Asian? Maybe they just cast the best actors! Why does everything have to be about race? I had these conversations both online and in person.
But then people actually saw the movie and it sucked.
And they were pissed off about it. They felt a moral outrage at how badly their beloved show had been adapted.
But that’s a subjective moral outrage. After all, how bad of a crime is making a bad movie, really? But racism? That’s a real moral failure. One you can point to to buoy the opinion you already want to have.
After the movie came out, people defending its whitewashing basically disappeared. It was fun to dunk on the movie, and no one wanted to defend it any more anyway. The irony of things like it butchering the pronunciation of Aang’s name under the guise of “authenticity” while casting a little white boy to play what is clearly a Tibetan Monk was just too delicious a hypocrisy to lay at its feet.
Basically, accepting that the characters were Asian and Indigenous, and that it’s bad to cast white actors to play characters of color, was thrust into more popularity by the movies other failures.
People who hadn’t been privy to these conversations before the movie came out went to see this movie, had a terrible time, and were predisposed to accept criticism of it. So they were fully in a perfect mood to be given a lesson in Racism and Representation 101. And public consciousness spiked.
The organized effort to move the needle of popular discussion around casting in Hollywood would likely have actually been stymied if the movie had been good cinema. People would not have wanted to hear legitimate criticism of that really good movie they just saw.
Obviously the best outcome would have been both a good movie and an appropriate cast for said movie. A blockbuster action adventure family film led by an entirely poc cast that was critically acclaimed good entertainment in 2010 would have been incredible.
But that was probably never likely. Let’s be honest, sticking the landing on that adaptation was always going to be tricky (though I certainly never expected it to be THAT bad). And if it had been a flop and had an Asian cast, the 2010 media analysts would’ve blamed the casting.
So all things considered, the outcome we got was probably one of the better ones? If you do racist casting, then being a catastrophic failure on every other level is probably for the best. Then we can blame the failure on the racism, and Hollywood can seriously sit back and ask itself, “should we… at least talk about… being less racist? Maybe?”
And then they go on to whitewash a bunch more movies, but at least going “dude that sucks” is a way more mainstream response afterwards.
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I'm SO here for your Balkan Dick Grayson takes! I was wondering how you feel about how DC writes or fleshes out Dick's Roma heritage. Are there particularly great moments of representation or particularly flop ones?
*starts shaking*
i honestly hate most of the writing. not only because they arent romani, i mean you can get some basic info about rom culture if you talk to romano people and i understand its a pretty closed culture (like fuck even though im part romani i still dont know most shit, although tbf rom people in turkey is p assimilated) so getting info might be hard, but FUCK dude they look at rom culture in an american pov and its like?????? why.
most rom people resides in balkans, and like bro even if you took some balkani culture to dickies writing or even in is living space itd make sense, since again, rom culture is p assimilated w the country they resides in. like even small things would be enough. a heavy velvety blanket w a tiger or a rose?? him sniffing bottles before drinking??? thats like the universel balkanian experience.
and weirdly enough i prefer the old stuff. like yes they were racist dont get me wrong but at least i was likr "aaah they are talking about it and dick is getting angry about the assumptions" aka that one god awful panel where bruce is like "ye ur kind is hot headed lmao" and dick is like "wtf" (i explain things great i know)
but now??? its used in an awful one-liner. and never referenced again. like what the actual fuck does "beautiful romani smile" means. thats. thats worse???????? thats so much worse than hotheaded cuz its used like "haha guys look i remembered dick is romani haha i know romani culture" and im like no????? shut the fuck up????
at least when people say rom people are hot headed i can be like "ye lmao we do start fights out of nowhere" and again ITS UNIVERSEL BALKAN EXPERIENCE. all balkanians have anger issues. we love chaos. but when its like "haha dick has a beautiful romani smile" im like "oh fuck off" cuz again, its such a narrow minded look at romani people.
i was gonna end it there but fuck it im not done.
rom people are stereotyped as "happy go lucky, have no worries even though the world burning, cant do shit unless a white person is guiding them, hot headed and potty mouthed". besides the last point this is the exact character assasination dickie got. they turned him into a romani stereotype because haha one trick pony robin. he used to be so much more but noo the writers cant actually handle a complex character so lets turn him into this rom stereotype, and say hes romani with a fetishizing ass line!!! i hate dc so much
sorry for long rant lmao im just. genuinely angry at this lmao
anw dick is balkanian now. i can handle mischaracterization of dickie but i will not handle americanization and frenchification of dickie
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munson-blurbs · 1 year
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Kinkmas Day 4 (Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader)
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, use of pet names, slight daddy kink
WC: 1.1k
A/N: Any Billy fic I write is written with him as a redeemed character who has apologized for and rectified his actions. We do not stan racist, misogynistic Billy in this house.
Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist
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“Babe, what do you think of this–babe?” You could’ve sworn that Billy was just next to you as you thumbed through the racks of dresses, but he was nowhere to be found. “Billy Hargrove!” you hiss, scouring the department store for your fiancé. He was supposed to be helping you find a new outfit for your family’s Christmas party; you’d managed to bribe him to join you by promising a hot pretzel from Auntie Anne’s, and a little something extra at home.
You figure he’s meandered over to the lingerie section to pick out something for his reward, but he hasn’t made it that far. Instead, you find him gazing at a maroon dress hanging on a mannequin. The only problem was that the mannequin was sporting a sizable baby bump, which you most certainly were not.
“Uh, Billy?” you ask, biting back a laugh. “You good?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he mutters, running a hand through his curls. “What do you think about this one?” He motions to the dress in front of him, brushing over the velvet material.
“I think you’re looking in the wrong section,” you tease, “like, maybe we can check the non-pregnant lady department?”
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Oh, shit,” he chuckles lightly, unwrapping a piece of mint gum and sliding it between his lips. “Didn’t realize.” But he’s lying through his teeth, and you know it–there’s no way he didn’t notice the mannequin’s protruding belly. Still, you don’t have the time to unpack what’s unfurling in his brain, so you grab his hand and lead him back to the correct department.
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It’s your first Christmas as an engaged couple, so you’re expecting to be inundated with questions about wedding planning. You were not expecting your family to hound you about starting a family.
“First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes…”
“Any plans for a baby Hargrove or two?”
“Babies are such a blessing, you know?”
By the end of the night, you’re exhausted from fake smiling and trying to make up excuses to end the conversations. You flop on your back into bed, still in your clothes and full makeup. 
“That was brutal,” you groan as Billy enters the room, unbuttoning his shirt and stretching. His rippling muscles provide a welcome distraction. “Ooh, shirtless almost-husband. Gimme.” He laughs as you stretch your arms out and make a grabbing motion with your hands, but he ultimately complies.
You tug on one of his belt loops until he climbs on top of you. “All right, doll,” he drawls, “I see what you want.”
“And what’s that?” you question mischievously, letting your lips brush against his.
Billy takes the opportunity to slide his strong hand underneath you, gripping the small of your back as he pulls your hips to his. You can feel him, already half-hard, and you smile before kissing him deeply.
“All worked up from just a little flirting?”
Billy brings his other hand under your sweater, fondling your breasts hungrily. “‘S more than that, mama,” he murmurs into your neck, and you draw back at this new pet name.
“What did you just call me?” you ask, bewildered. You’re used to him calling you doll, sweets, even sugar; but mama? 
“Mama,” he repeats. “Thought it was, um, cute.” He smirks before continuing. “And it sounds like a lot of your family thinks it would be a pretty fitting name, too.”
You roll your eyes and push him off. “Okay, mood sufficiently killed,” you mutter, though it’s not true. The thought of having Billy’s baby stirred up something within you; something you didn’t even know existed. You didn’t think he would reciprocate those feelings.
“C’mon,” he protests gently, running his thumb from your belly button down to the top of your skirt. “Let me get you pregnant tonight.” 
You feel a shiver shoot down your spine at his words, not wanting to believe what you’re hearing. “Billy, don’t fuck with my emotions like that.”
“I’m not,” Billy insists. “I want to see you pregnant with my baby. All round, tits swollen, because I came inside you.” He sneaks a nibble on your earlobe. “Y’gonna let me do that? Cum inside you and knock you up?”
“Y-yes,” you stammer. You should be used to his boldness in bed, but you always seem to be taken aback when he reveals something new. “Give me your baby, Billy.”
That’s all the permission he needs before pulling down your panties and starting to scissor his fingers inside your pussy. “S’wet for me, mama,” he growls. “You get this turned on thinking about me putting a baby in you?”
A guttural moan leaves your throat, resulting from his touch and his words. There are times when you want him to play with you forever, teasing you until you’re completely overstimulated, but tonight is not one of those nights. You only want one thing from him, and you want it bad.
 “N-need your cock in-inside me,” your voice is a whining whisper as you’re clenching around his fingers. 
“And you’ll get it,” he coos, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit. “Have to make you feel good first, right? I still gotta be a gentleman, y’know.” He wraps his lips around your sensitive bundle, sucking harder as your thighs tighten around his head. You finish on his tongue, legs trembling atop his broad shoulders.
“That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” he preens, kissing you so you can taste your pleasure on his mouth. “Now you’re ready for me.” He kicks off his pants and boxer briefs and resumes his position, pressing his torso to yours. His hard cock tantalizingly nudges your folds. 
“Shit, your body is fuckin’ perfect,” Billy groans, pushing into you. You take each inch, feeling him fill you up with each thrust. He brushes your hair off of your face and smiles. “Wanna see your pretty face while I make you a mommy.”
The coil in your belly tightens, signaling that your second orgasm is iminent. “Fuck, Billy,” you whimper, bucking your hips into his, “‘m gonna cum. Want you to cum with me, please.”
He pistons into you, biceps bulging as he grips the sheets for support. “‘M cumming, too…all for you…you gotta take it all f’me, mama.” 
“Yes, daddy,” you pant, and you feel his sticky release coating your walls as his thrusting slows. He’s breathing heavier than you are, but he stays inside you, unmoving.
“Don’t want any of it coming out,” he explains. “Tilt your hips up for me a bit…thassit,” he praises you, tucking a pillow underneath your ass. “Wanna make sure it takes.” He withdraws with a hiss.
You bite your lower lip suggestively. “And what if it doesn’t?”
Billy settles in bed beside you, placing his big hand over your belly like there’s already a baby in there. “Well, I certainly don’t mind doing this every night.”
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showtoonzfan · 8 months
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Legit question about Striker that’s made me confused. I’m not knowledgeable about this stuff so forgive my ignorance. What do you think of Striker’s view on higher/lower class demon couples and it’s portrayal? This episode paints him out to be a supremacist while before that he was just anti-rich, but at the same time, since what species you are determines what your status and position is, can he be anti-rich without being racist of some kind? How does his kidnapping and disgust for Blitz and Fizz plays into this? Is it just a retcon to make him look bad and wrong?
Just wanted to see what your thoughts about him were since you mention his portrayal in the more recent episode, something I haven’t seen that many people mention
Striker isn’t racist at all though, that’s the thing. He certainly is “anti rich” tho. Basically season 2 has ruined him from a serious threatening villain to a goofy comic relief goon, and not only that but they try to paint him as the one in the wrong when….he’s not. Striker is an imp, one of the lower class, and he hates the spoiled rich as well as the high rankings, the rulers of hell (how many there are lol). Viv has been liking tweets of him being a “bigot” as well as fans tearing into him, pre Western Energy. However, she’s the one who created these class systems, she’s the one who purposely used the imps as a slavery/labor allegory. She made these decisions and yet wants you to NOT side with the character that wants to go up against the demons who put them in this ranking to begin with? As well as Stolas, a rich and powerful demon, someone who we’ve seen as being classist towards imps? And yet had the nerve to call Striker a white supremacist??? It’s ridiculous.
The weird thing is that she still writes lines for Striker that indicate he still hates the upper class for what they’ve done to Imps, I actually like how he looks down at Fizz and Blitz for associating with royal demons, even Blitz says “they don’t care about PEOPLE LIKE US”— and yet the characters mock Striker for some reason despite him and Blitz literally being on the same page. The writing flip flops, but bottom line is the show isn’t on Strikers side. Western Energy had indicated that he even lost someone he cared about, or lost everything. It’s something that’s genuinely interesting! But sadly the show is more interested in making you side with the rich and powerful demons so-
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Ok so I scrolled back enough to see what the ao3 person said and urm oh boy…
The first part that miffed me was calling Percy childish 💀
Like she’s a teen what do you expect out of her, rational and poised composure ? Also Og Percy was an absolute boyflop himself ! Like bro would’ve gone along and acted like a cute uwu baby if it meant he would live to see another day ! Another thing I disliked was the Girlboss comment, like you can absolutely girlboss to the sun and back and still be flopping to hell and back along the way. Her perception of girl boss is probably some tough tomboy who acts like piper from the sounds of it ngl.
Also Percy is in an alternate universe with Volatile ass gods as they lovingly pointed out 😊
And so if you’re in an unknown place with very unstable and dangerous folks that can and will be more then happy to zap you, if it means swallowing your pride and acting like a kid then you will do it ! Like that place isn’t screaming gorgeous gorgeous stable folks.
Percy knew he could handle the Pjo gods to some extent but there are obviously more powerfull ! Like they’re not playing around anyone can see that.
ALSO FRACTIONS ARE A PAIN IN THE ASS !!
Like if you were off fighting monsters math is gonna be the last of your worries and not everyone is a math wizz like you 🤨 go one drop some fractions let me see em since you’re so smart.
And last but not least IM ( fully ) North African so I have very much the right and pleasure of telling you that us African folks can tan like hell ! I’m pasty but if you put me in the sun for long enough I’ll look like Percy and Adriana. Because believe it or not people come in different shades and the sun can and will darken our skin tone !
Also Percy isn’t Greek from her dads godly side while her mom has the African decent so yeah no wonder she’s tanned she’s got other lineage 🤨 most demigods usually get simple traits from their folks like eye color, hair or something that just smiller. And it was stated gods don’t got the dna so it’s mostly from the mortal parents
Also fan art is FANart ! See the FAN part ? People who like the fanfic are gonna draw it how they see it fit if you don’t like it then don’t look at it simple. We’re not all in some little gc conniving about the skin tone and all of us draw it how we see fit.
Getting pressed and over a skin tone sounds like a them Issue, they’re half Greek so they should know that there are Greek that are Afro-greek ! Like is the math not mathing ?? If you’re half of a nationality shouldn’t you be aware that other people can be too ?
Anways that comment felt very dumb ( and I hope I didn’t come off as too mean but I do stand my point that it was stupid as hell )
Im glad you keep doing what your doing Queenie and don’t listen to idiots like that 😕
percy's a goofball and a girlflop, but her cringy ✨uwu daddy✨ act is literally just that... an act she's putting on in order to survive 💀 she got inspired by the FLs of the isekai manhwas where they get evil daddies and gotta act cutesy to be spared from death, that's really just it 😭😭
and yes, it was a very dumb (and lowkey racist tbh) comment. so far, they haven't replied back and i don't think they will 😌
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blubushie · 1 year
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Disclaimer: none of this is to be taken seriously.
DNI IF YOU:
Are vegan (vegetarians are fine)
Are a cyclist (bikies, you're on thin fucking ice)
Don't like flanno
Are scared of snakes
Are scared of bugs
Unironically say "NAURRR" (Aussies are exempt)
Drive a manual (I'm jealous of you)
Scream when you're afraid or startled
Don't take your shoes off indoors (WTF is wrong with you?)
Have never loved the stars too fondly
Claim your favourite flower is roses
Like the colour pink
Don't wear a watch
Don't like vegemite (WTF is wrong with you? x2)
If you DO like vegemite, DNI if you eat it at level 6 or anything below 3
Eat vegemite plain off the spoon (WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU? x3)
Call all cattle "cows"
Use chapstick (let your lips split like a real man)
Weren't sacrificed on the altar of Victoria Bitter
You drink Foster's
Call thongs "flip-flops" (wrong) or "jandals" (inhuman)
Are a ranga
Wear neon colours (hunting orange is fine, safety green is only permissible for tradies)
Like wearing shoes
Wear socks and ESPECIALLY if you sleep with socks on
Like maths (you're an alien)
Wash your face every morning
Don't know how to change a tyre
Think heat above 80F/25C is "unbearable"
Have never ridden a horse
Don't know the difference between revolvers and pistols
Have, at any point, unironically uttered the phrase "assault rifle"
Are from M*lbourne (Victorians, you're on thin fucking ice)
Are from New Zealand
Are French/speak French (Africans, you're on thin fucking ice)
Are Canadian (exempt if you're the TikTok lumberjack lady)
Are French-Canadian (double-wrong)
Are English. The rest of the UK, you're on thin ice.
Are from a city with a population higher than 1mil. People from cities with populations of 30k to 999k are on thin fucking ice. People from cities/town/shires/villages with less than 30k I love you.
Think "bogan" is an insult
Don't shave with a knife (people who use straight razors, you're on thin fucking ice, people who don't shave at all I love you)
Have never been sunburnt (only for people who can get sunburnt)
Don't like camping
Own decorative towels and ESPECIALLY if you get mad at people for using them. It's a bloody towel and I'm using it for its intended purpose
Believe in astrology
Have a skincare routine and/or wear makeup
Drive a Toyota Prius
DON'T love thunderstorms
Were born after 2023
Think catching toads to get high is "animal abuse" (the toads are fine unless they're cane toads, fuck cane toads, all my mates hate cane toads)
You microwave water for any reason
Have never been to a B&S ball
Don't believe in aliens
Are taller than 158cm/5'2"
Take multivitamins (aka you are healthier than me)
Haven't read my fic (minors exempt, do not read it)
Don't like bush ballads or sea shanties. I'm going to show up at your house and aggressively sing Waltzing Matilda at 3am outside your bedroom window
Think the term "blackfella" is racist
Would give me up, tell a lie, and hurt me
Don't bless the rains down in Africa
You shave your eyebrows
And the only LEGITIMATE ONE on this list...
People who think/call Sniper TF2 a Kiwi. If you'd call Sniper (who left New Zealand as an infant and spent his whole life in Australia and didn't even know his Australian parents weren't his birth parents until he was 30) a Kiwi, then you would call me an American because I was born in America and moved to Australia when I was two. You need to re-evaluate how you see migrants, relationships to culture, and adoptees.
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A/N: Request from @simp-for-slasher​. Ohhh, let me tell you, I have so many more ideas for Billy. 😉 But for now, enjoy this request, everyone!
Words: 1768 Warnings: break up
Tires screeched behind you in the parking lot but you had no mind to turn around to possibly avoid getting run over by a careless driver. Disappointment, anger and grief turned you both blind and deaf when you stormed out of the Arcade. Your eyes were burning up with tears as you slid down one of the pillars and hugged your knees.
It hurt. It fucking hurt. The fact that your so-called boyfriend had been cheating on you repeatedly all the while you had worked your arse off to afford the deposit for what was going to be your shared house had you seething and, more importantly… broken.
And according to him, you should just “fucking accept it” because you were “the woman in the relationship” and you “ought to respect he had to act on his primal urges while you took care of the rest”. At this point, you might as well become a lesbian. Men were all arseholes—just a bunch of sexist, ignorant and narrow-minded…
“You alright there?” Wiping your face, you looked up to find another one of their species standing right in front of you. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes and his presumably expensive Denim outfit complimented his blonde hair. A three-day beard completed his appearance. He was handsome. Ironically, the most handsome men were often arseholes too.
Oh, just perfect. You recognised him. It was Billy Hargrove. He’d moved here from California with his step-sister Max. Rumour had it he was quite the cavalier among the women here in Hawkins, and that was despite how he treated Max and the fact he appeared to have rather racist tendencies.
“Yes. I’m fine,” you snapped. “Leave me alone, Billy.”
“You don’t look fine.” Surprisingly, he didn’t sound as aggressive as usual. Quite on the contrary. Billy took off his sunglasses to reveal what resembled actual concern.
“What happened? Was it your boyfriend? I saw him leave the Arcade through the back door with a sluttily dressed bitch.”
“Ex-boyfriend,” was all you said in response.
“About time. That shithead wasn’t treating you right. Fucked another girl every night.” You failed to suppress the sob that tore through you upon hearing those words. But of course, Billy Hargrove would know. He was in the first line whenever one of the teens threw a party here to fuck, drink and get high.
“Yeah, thanks,” you remarked sarcastically.
“You want me to beat him up for you? I’ll beat him up.”
You paused, flabbergasted. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me the first time,” Billy replied and pressed his lips together to a thin line. Then, much to your surprise, he bent down to look you directly in the eye.
“No! No. Don’t beat him up. No violence. He’s not worth it. I won’t even waste another breath on him.”
Billy stared at you for a moment. “Okay. Do you have a ride home?”
You didn’t. You’d come here with your boyfriend and spent all of your change on the Arcade machines before your fight. You’d have to walk home at this point unless you managed to bribe the bus driver.
“I’ll figure something out, just leave me alone.”
“I’ll drive you. Get in my car. I have two hours before I have to pick up my redhead pest again.”
You scoffed. “Aren’t you a nice big brother?”
“I’m not really her brother. Get up, I’ll drive you,” he repeated. He didn’t even expect you to protest so it appeared. So you rolled your eyes, ignoring the hand he offered to help you get up.
“Fine,” you mumbled. It was probably better than walking for thirty minutes. At least in the flip-flops you were currently wearing.
You got into Billy’s car, albeit reluctantly, ignoring the looks of two young girls when they spotted you with him. It was more than likely they thought you were his latest conquest. You scoffed once more. Hooking up with Billy Hargrove was most certainly the last thing on your mind right now, his good looks be damned.
Billy spat the chewing gum he’d had in his mouth on the asphalt and then got into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life when he twisted the key and pulled out of the parking lot. You fastened your seatbelt just in case. He wasn’t exactly known for reasonable speeds.
“You know where I live, right?” You asked after a few moments of silence. Relaxed, Billy stirred the car with his head slightly tilted.
“Yeah,” he said—and then, he took a turn to the right, further away from the street you lived in.
“Then where the hell are you driving?!” Your heart skipped a beat. For just a split second, your mind jumped to a horrific scenario in which Billy abducted you and locked you up in an abandoned building but then again… those two girls had surely not been the only ones seeing you climbing into Billy Hargrove’s car with your face still wet from tears.
“I know. I thought you might be hungry, I’m taking you someplace to eat.” Blinking, you stared at him, unbelieving. “Surfer Boy Pizza okay? There aren’t a lot of good restaurants in this shithole.”
“You’re old enough now to leave if you hate it so much here…” You sighed.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he pressed. You sighed once more.
“Yeah. It’s fine.” And I can’t believe I’m doing this, you added silently.
Your tears had dried up a little by now at least. Billy had successfully managed to distract you, you had to give him that—even though you were unsure what his end goal was here.
Once he had his car all parked up and beckoned you towards the restaurant with a quick movement of his head, the question mark in your head grew bigger and bigger.
He sat you both down in a quiet corner and shoved the menu towards you before choosing something for yourself.
“Pick something, I’m paying.” Your eyebrows shot up. You weren’t quite sure how to respond to that so you remained silent until a waitress approached you to take your orders. You went for a corndog and a coke, Billy ordered a large portion of fries and a beer for himself. He wasn’t wrong—your anger towards your now ex-boyfriend had made you hungry.
“I’m not such an asshole, you know,” he suddenly said.
“Then why do you always act like one?” You raised an eyebrow but Billy remained unfazed.
“I offered to drive you home after I found you crying outside of the Arcade and now I’m buying you lunch. How am I acting like an asshole right now? Because I don’t like certain people here? I have a right to.” He ignored the waitress who returned with your drinks at that moment.
“Well, for starters, you could’ve said ‘thank you’ to the person kind enough to serve you something just now. And what do you mean by ‘you have a right to dislike certain people’?” You tilted your head. “I know what you said about the Sinclairs, you know, I’m not stupid.”
“So what?”
“It’s ridiculous. You judge people based on a biological phenomenon where their cells produce more melanin than ours to protect itself from the sun in hot climate.”
“Alright, thank you,” he stressed once the waitress put your food on your table. She scurried away irritated. “Listen, doll, if I had wanted a science lesson I would have asked. I was wrong about the Sinclair boy, is that what you wanna hear? You could just say ‘thank you’ as well instead of complaining.”
“What’s your plan, Billy?” You asked. He shrugged in response and snatched up a fry to eat.
“I told you. I’m not a complete asshole.”
“No. You barely know me. And now you bought me lunch. I appreciate that, Billy, but this day is not going to end with me in your bed.”
“Why do you think that’s what I’m planning?”
“Your reputation precedes you.”
You shifted on your seat when he smirked. Despite everything, he certainly did not fail to make an impact on you.
“Yeah, I know. I didn’t exactly make a great first impression when I came to Hawkins.”
“Am I sensing humbleness? Or is that an allergic reaction to your fries?” With a sly grin, you finally bit into your corndog. Oh, you really had been hungry.
“Listen…” You shivered when Billy spoke your name. “I may not be the gentleman you expect but I think you’re beautiful. I’ve been watching you for a while… in a…” He paused, smiling to himself. “…not at all creepy way, I mean. I saw you at the pool a lot in summer and… around here. Always with that douchebag of a boyfriend. I might as well shoot my shot now. My usual flattery doesn’t work on you either. I kinda like that.”
“So… you’re saying that…”
“I like you. Believe it or not, seeing you cry on the ground because of that prick did something to me and that feels fucking strange. So how about you let me call this a date and I distract you from your ex-boyfriend for a while and then maybe I’ll call you tomorrow after I brought you back home safely?” Billy sounded so confident it felt like it was already decided. He’d made the first step, admitted his crush on you and now, demandingly and in a very Billy-way, he asked for your permission to take you out. Which he was doing already right now anyway.
You took a deep breath. This was a really bad idea. What did they always say? When it rains it pours? You had a feeling that if you were not careful with this flame, it would burn you and break what was left of your heart at this point. And yet, you found yourself nodding.
“Alright, Hargrove. You get this one night. No sex. You bring me home before midnight. Until then… go right ahead, distract me.” You leaned back and took another bite of your corndog.
“And…” You swallowed. “I should… probably apologise to you for drawing conclusions too early.”
Billy smirked. “I deserved it. I guess I’m sorry for being an asshole.”
“You’re not really sorry though, are you?”
“Not yet… but I got a feeling I will be if I do end up calling you tomorrow.” You grinned. He’d certainly have to put in a lot of work to convince you. But something told you that underneath all of that arrogance, he could, potentially, be a nice guy. Maybe you’d bring it to the surface eventually.
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“If you say one more fucking word,” Harrier growled, jabbing the prybar into the man’s chest, “one more fucking word, I’m going to smash your fucking skull into your stupid little brain while I try to smack some goddamn sense into your worthless little body. I will crush you like a cockroach beneath my shoe. I will gnaw your bones between my teeth. I will beat you so bloody and bruised that people will think the Franconigerian cavalry came back to life just to beat your ass.”
The racist lorry driver’s back met the magazine stall, tilting it with the force of his body. Harrier pressed on, closing the distance, slamming his hands on either side of the coward’s shoulders. Several magazines fell, flopping haplessly onto the ground.
“I didn’t ask you about your goddamn race theory, pup. I asked you to show me your fucking shoes.”
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fanfic-lover-girl · 2 months
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Double Standards: Malfoys vs Weasleys Edition
I'm on a roll, baby! TWO double standards today! All from book 4!
Nepotism/Favoritism
Moody’s magical eye spun around to stare at Ron; Ron looked extremely apprehensive, but after a moment Moody smiled – the first time Harry had seen him do so. ‘You’ll be Arthur Weasley’s son, eh?’ Moody said. ‘Your father got me out of a very tight corner a few days ago …”
. . . my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports.
Fudge, who wasn’t listening, said, “Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He’s here as my guest.”
Bonus from Book 5
Harry distinctly heard the gentle clinking of what sounded like a full pocket of gold. ‘Really, just because you are Dumbledore’s favourite boy, you must not expect the same indulgence from the rest of us … shall we go up to your office, then, Minister?’
What I find most notable here is the difference in nature between the scenarios. The Malfoys' nepotism is more quid pro quo. Charity donations and political bribery. Whereas Authur Weasley seems to have used his position to help people like the Bagmans skirt the law. A government official helps another official's relative with a sketchy situation and in return, he gets expensive, premier seats?! Sounds a bit corrupt to me.
But hardly anyone in HP fandom has an issue with nepotism when the Weasleys do it. Nope, it's only bad when the rich Malfoys do it, duh!
Discrimination
Mum’s writing to the Muggles to ask you to stay. We’re coming for you whether the Muggles like it or not, you can’t miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon it’s better if we pretend to ask their permission first. Ron, it’s all OK, the Muggles say I can come.
Mr Malfoy’s eyes had returned to Hermione, who went slightly pink, but stared determinedly back at him. Harry knew exactly what was making Mr Malfoy’s lip curl. The Malfoys prided themselves on being pure-bloods; in other words, they considered anyone of Muggle descent, like Hermione, second-class.
Bonus: Weasley hypocrisy
“That’s sick,” Ron muttered, watching the smallest Muggle child, who had begun to spin like a top, sixty feet above the ground, his head flopping limply from side to side. “That is really sick…”
What I found very fascinating is how the discrimination is presented. The Weasleys' disgusting prejudice towards muggles is very casual. It's treated as normal and acceptable: for heaven's sake, Harry (our wonderful hero) even participates in dehumanizing his relatives. I bet most HP readers don't even bat an eye - JKR has trained the reader to accept muggle dehumanization. Yet, what I find strange is that Harry has to literally spell out the Malfoy's distaste for Hermione. Why is JKR wasting her time with this? By book 4, we already know how the Malfoys feel about Hermione. I think it's another indicator of JKR's crappy writing.
Anyway, after we see the appalling way the Weasleys treat the Durselys and the Grangers, JKR expects her readers to swallow Ron acting as a moral compass when he sees the muggle family being tortured? Please.
People need to remember that we are the muggles. Would you prefer the Malfoys who hate all things muggle and mainly want their world to be separate from muggles and keep to themselves (which Draco said way back in book 1 when he met Harry)?? Or would you prefer the Weasleys who have little respect for muggles and have little qualms about invading your home and bodily autonomy?
As a black woman, I prefer a KKK racist who lives far away from me and who I will probably never see in my lifetime. Compared to a white liberal who causally asks me degrading questions every day like why my English is so good when I am from Jamaica. Or anyone else for that matter who makes me feel insecure about my culture and abilities. All under the guise of being a so-called ally.
Truly, between the Malfoys and Weasleys, who has caused muggles more harm on screen or on paper?? I don't know how many people Lucius hurt as a DE besides the poor Roberts family but given JKR treats muggles as NPCs in her books, I guess those rando people Lucius may have killed don't matter :(. And why were muggles there anyway?! At a wizarding event?! That poor Mr. Roberts being treated worse than a dog by people who are supposed to be pro-muggle leaning.
At that moment, a wizard in plus-fours appeared out of thin air next to Mr Roberts’s front door. “Obliviate!” he said sharply, pointing his wand at Mr Roberts. “Been having a lot of trouble with him. Needs a Memory Charm ten times a day to keep him happy.”
Sigh. Muggles deserved better. Forget Draco calling Hermione a mudblood. Like that slur means anything to Hermione anyway. Or has any meaningful impact. Muggles are the true victims in these books.
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