#im angry about the standards women are held to

[villanelledeservedbetter]

random radfem music rant bc i realised last night i still hold womens music to.higher standards than men's music and feel uncomfortable listening to music by women that express different opinions/perspectives than mine but ill still sing along to an angry xxxtentacion or mgk or lil peep song and I'll sing along to trash lyrics by men and I'll sing along to misogynistic shit if it goes hard and yet??? im embarrassed to say I like some libfem music or even just regular ass music that has the same themes as male music. I'm so much more excited to listen to music - i havent really gotten into new music since 2020 but finding new musicians who are women has helped me so much with that girly despair thing us femcels experience (i got called a femcel for commenting on a song by Banshee called YES ALL MEN so im doing my job right)

as part of my feminism I have sworn off getting into new male artists bc radical feminism really opened my eyes to the fact men only sing/scream about being rejected or getting b*tches or fucking or being sad or hating their moms

I realised I've been holding women to a higher standard bc i saw 2 liberal feminist bands yesterday and I felt uncomfortable when they mentioned anything I disagreed with

then i realised male artists get held to such a basic standard that it doesn't matter I don't agree w a fucking lyric that says 'shake ur ass for nobody else but u' because female artists have so much depth and pain to their songs and get held to such a higher standard and it must be terrifying writing and performing controversial lyrics

so ya trap bunny bubbles is unproblematic idc men rap about women like that all the time I love trap music made by women and metal made by women and rap and pop punk and all of that shit

note to self: if ur still gonna sing along to ur favourite emo music made by groomers then stop fucking holding female artists to a higher standard maybe their music can just be fun and a gig with a predominantly female and esp lesbian audience is the perfect place to shake that ass for nobody but ur damn self it's FUN let loose you're being given permission to have fun dancing and feel safe from men sexualising it

in particular bimbocore even tho i hate bimbo core as an aesthetic and form of feminism scene queen talks about some real issues and i dont care if she is a libfem at least I get to have fun but also scream about womens issues like reproductive healthcare and being sexually harrassed and being patronised and ok she made a song that combines country music with heavy metal with a feminist twist while wearing pink in a room I felt way safer in than most other gigs

and women have to work so much harder in music that more often than not their stage presence absolute destroys the lacklustre stage presences of men

I thought I hated gigs but i actually just get bored by men's music. also men's music is for everyone but womens music is usually a guilty pleasure for men. yes I will take the liberal feminist shit i will take the lesbian trap music I will take the trap music that talks shit about other women because I rap my ass off to kendrick lamar and mgk for example so idc if women express internalised misogyny or even if they're trash people, at least they don't write about enslaving other women. idc if their music is average it's still better than men's average music and at least they don't define women as someone's b*tch.

also the song 'everywhere' by shxggs goes hard as fuck but the lyrics make me feel sick

but I've decided I'm going to start holding men's music to the standard I hold womens music to and then I'll do a lil swap where I hold womens music to the same standard as mens ;)

[minilpark]

Top gun!Batfam au. That is all. Would like to know your spare thoughts.

i have thought about this just a tad because i hc that bob and fanboy love comics, but i never thought specifically about a topgun!batfam, so here's the little bit i've got for you!

iceman

okay you can't convince me that ice doesn't remind you of either clark (yes he isn't in the batfam but im putting him there as an honorary member) or alfred and lemme explain why-

ice as clark: boyfriends with mav aka batsy, tries to keep his bf in check, fails most of the time, very by the book and follows the rules

ice as alfred: keeps mav/bats in check, looks out for his well-being, the actual one in charge of the family but lets mav/bats believe he is

see? either is valid to me

2. mav

mav is bruce through and through to me. i think this because he basically adopts all the pilots as his own children and wants to keep them safe by teaching them how to protect themselves (like in the air w/ dogfighting) like how bruce does with his vigilante kiddos. also i imagine the tough love and strained relationships bruce has with some of his kids is just like mav and rooster- also not to mention the lasting trauma both bruce and mav have from their early years still haunts them both every day.

3. rooster

i was on the fence about who bradley would be, but i think he would be a great dick grayson and lemme explain why- dick is bruce's first kid that he's ever taken care of. of course with being the first, it's a different experience compared to those who come after you. there's pressure on both the parent (bruce/mav) and him to be the best and live up to expectations. besides this, he was the experimental kid and also holds a personal responsibility over the others (also fitting since bradley's callsign is rooster). dick is also consistently good natured and reliable in most iterations of him and i think this is fitting with bradley. he is kind natured and naive and sometimes doesn't think things through before he does something. there are times he can be scary when he's angry (def rooster vibes) and he's def the type to hold grudges, kinda like how rooster held one against mav for the papers incident.

4. hangman

i was also unsure about who jake would be, but i think i'm going to say he reminds me of jason. theres a lot of iterations of jay and how he behaves and how his relationship with the family is, so imma just keep this pretty general concerning his personality and also say hes on shaky ground with the others. as we all know, he is considered one of the black sheep in the family. after dying and coming back as red hood, things have been difficult to say the least. however, he still is just as strong, brave, selfless, impulsive, and smart-mouthed as he was before he died. i think these traits are fitting for jake. considering his callsign is hangman and the story we all know behind it, he also relates to how jay is a lone wolf more than half the time, but they both are becoming better at playing on a team.

5. phoenix

i think phoenix would be cass. needless to say, cass had a rough upbringing (we will not go into detail). i definitely think phoenix would have a hard upbringing as well as being the oldest sister of two younger brothers trying to help her mother after her father's tragic passing (this is my own hc btw). besides this, cass upholds bruce's moral code and is determined to prove herself to her newfound family and especially to bruce as she wants to take up the mantle later on. concerning phoenix, i think she also holds herself to a high standard especially with being a female pilot in the navy. she is also fiercely loyal and protective of her crewmates. i also think these two are just badass women.

6. bob

it took some deliberating for bob here, but i think he would be tim. tim is not only incredibly smart, he is a great detective and is also pretty gutsy as well. he is a passionate person and works extremely hard to prove his worth (he is a huge workaholic). with all these traits of his, i think bob would fit him really well. bob is definitely perceptive of others and in tune to how everyone is feeling (my hc and also just comes with the fact he is a "stealth pilot" lmao).

7. fanboy

i think mickey would be duke. duke is like the light of the family in my opinion. though i havent read much of his content, i do know that hes like an empath. when he works as a vigilante, he goes out there and uses his emotions to guide him unlike some of the other members. he is also lowkey self-sacrificial and willing to do anything to protect others and his family. i think fanboy behaves the same. he cares about his family and would do anything to protect them. he definitely brings smiles to the crew and keeps morale up in my opinion. in conclusion, fanboy is a blessing and so is duke.

8. payback

payback would be lucas. lucas is no doubt extremely intelligent like his father, strong, and he is also a great fighter considering he is a boxer, as well as being trained in mma and cage fighting. besides this, he is great at tactical analysis and engineering. i totally think payback fits the vibes luke exudes and he is also just as capable as him. both of them are like the rock in the team. they're there for anyone who needs them. (i also think they're both pretty mentally stable or as much as you can be as a crime fighter in gotham)

9. coyote

coyote reminds me of steph. steph is incredibly athletic and talented, but she also has trouble regulating her emotions. she sometimes lets her emotions get the better of her and she is also one for feeling an adrenaline rush. i feel like javy could definitely relate with her. however, despite her weaknesses, she is a great vigilante and very street-smart and pragmatic. when she does something, it has meaning behind it and i think javy does the same. when he flies, he's a team player and is strategic as to how he can lead his team to victory and get them home. both him and steph are also sarcastic and witty, often throwing out some quips at others who provoke them as well lmao.

#pls i tried my best #topgun #top gun maverick #topgun maverick imagines #bradley rooster bradshaw #robert bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #pete maverick mitchell #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #javy coyote machado #tom iceman kazansky #batfam #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #luke fox #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #tim drake #clark kent #batman #red hood #nightwing #spoiler #topgun maverick hc requests

[melancholy-barbie]

bras vent

maybe im being dramatic but im really angry. yesterday morning i was getting ready but all my tops were in my moms closet so i went there in my bra, she looked at me and asked if my boobs had gotten smaller?* and then she was like "why does your bra look wrong" and she came up behind me and started tightening the straps even though i kept saying stop and to leave them alone, and i was kinda twisting/stepping away (not very strongly tho so it wasnt like she held me down, as a disclaimer) but she just followed and was like "no it'll look wrong" like what?? a) i wear baggy clothes, it's not gonna show unless someone's staring obsessively. b) if someone *is* staring obsessively that's gross af?? esp because i don't go out often so it would have to be someone from my family, and c) WHO TF CARES. but we had to leave and i didnt have time to really think about it

but then later i kept finding more and more reasons i had the straps like that, and it was annoying as hell and then today i was like (offhandedly) "oh it's chafing because you tightened the straps" and she was like "you'll get bad posture and saggy breasts and need reduction surgery when you're older" and i cant say i've done much research but people i trust more have told me thats bs. and it's not like i was refusing to even wear one, i hate not wearing a bra! i just want it to be loose!! why is that so problematic?

and im so annoyed because we're just brainwashed into fixing ourselves for men and their standards and the consequence isn't just that we're "ugly" but that we're "unhealthy." and again it's mothers who teach misogyny to their daughters. women who continue the cycle. men have managed to offload even the bulk of our own oppression onto us.

*(not in a sexual or obsessed w my weight way tho, idk how to explain properly but it didnt feel creepy or freak me out, just a little bit weird but also mostly typical of her; also i have been losing weight quickly and the doc told us to watch that)

#radfems do interact #radical feminists do interact #radblr #radfem #radfem safe #radfems please interact

[kopari]

*deep breath*

I'M VERY TIRED OF SEEING MOSTLY ADVERTISEMENTS ABOUT WEIGHT LOSS TARGETED AT WOMEN

#i didn't realize how much it was affecting me #like im so #used to it #im so used to it being ingrained in my brain #until i finally realized just how damaging it is #everywhere i look #everything is saying you're not good enough #and its all just garbage #and im angry about it #im angry about the standards women are held to #how we are all supposed to be perfect #im mad about this being perpetuated by every industry out there #the pornography industry #magazine #cinema #even tik tok #every advertisement i scroll past #i'm just bombarded with this message everywhere that i need to change something #that im not enough unless i am #perfect #unless i am nothing more than an image that looks photoshopped #and its all just lies #and im so sick of it #post inspired by the four weight loss ads i saw while scrolling through like #i dunno #thirty posts on tumblr? #and the therapy session i just had where the subject of eating and body image #for some reason broke me down to tears more than anything else #personal

[olderthannetfic]

Hi!Im working on an essay about purity culture and fandoms.I was wondering if you had links or concepts I could use (I only been in fandom spaces for 4 years and I need history )especially concerning all that thing around moral purity and AO3. Also,I went through your anti tag and you seem pretty great ,I love your arguments and that all of your claims are backed by articles ,history or at least presented as personal experience more than absolute facts

Most of what I’ve said or reblogged will be in my fandom_meta or fandom_history tags (which majorly overlap). fiction-is-not-reality2 has more sourced posts with discussions of when "antis” really took off and the history of that term.

In terms of concepts... The way I personally analyzed purity culture in the past (and still to some extent now) is that young people from conservative backgrounds unlearn the surface-level teachings (gay = bad) without unlearning the underlying messages (gay sex = bad).

But now I think that a lot of it is actually radical feminism, which is equally conservative and vile but is coming more from intentional attempts to hook young people than from family background.

The focus on saying that consensual, self-aware kink (including “I know why I like this story and don’t need to ~examine myself~ anymore, thanks”) means you’re mentally ill is very radfem. The idea that it’s women’s job to fix everyone because we’re Better (but Better also means weirdly nonsexual) is both a conservative Christian thing and a radfem one. The creepy way that queer people and media are held to a higher standard is a core radfem value. Calling ‘queer’ a slur and claiming it was never reclaimed and we shouldn’t use it now is a radfem dogwhistle, no matter how angry it makes children on tumblr to hear this.

If you want broader social context, I would look at the way that radfems have infiltrated mainstream feminism in the UK and, I hear, women’s/queer studies departments in the US. I would then make an argument that this same thing has happened--broadly and intentionally--in socially progressive online spaces like fandom.

I would look at how platform changes and fandom’s rapidly expanding size coupled with the death of the gay bookstore and loss of queer people to illness have led to a lack of institutional knowledge both within fandom and within the queer community that have allowed these foul views to fester and infect a generation of well-meaning but clueless new people.

Good luck on the essay, @billy-jeans23

#fandom meta #queer meta

[notquiteaghost]

"i have not seen s12" yeah and that's why you don't get why the hate Mary gets is not "misogyny", it is justified. When the British men asked her to steal the Colt, she literally traded Cas' life for the gun and never felt sorry about it. Even when she had the chance to return the Colt to save Cas, she still didn't do it. it was Crowley who saved Cas in the last second. also while a distressed Dean called Mary because Jack was ill and dying, she didn't give a fuck, even after Jack saved her life

ok first off the only reason im responding to this is i just got shitty news & u have waltzed into my ask box to make urself a convenient punching bag. i do not actually care about ur opinion or ur arguments. u shld consider not sending angry anons it’s a terrible way to have a conversation. reply to my post like an adult.

that said. oh my god do you know why i didnt mention any of the shit she did s12 onwards??? because that’s not what i was fucking talking about. like, ok, spn IS misogynistic and that DOES apply to EVERY decision they make re their female characters but also. women are held to a higher standard was the literal point of my post.

do i need to use smaller words? if you hate mary for doing the shit you listed but you don’t also hate dean & cas then you’re a hypocrite and the reason you’re a hypocrite is misogyny. the level of vitriol fandom has for mary is disproportionate. that the show addresses mary's misdeeds directly, that dean gets a moment of catharsis about them, but never condemns john for doing far worse shit, that is misogyny. it is 2020 we are admitting that the cw's tv show written almost entirely by men is deeply misogynistic.

#asks #spn #🎵 you don’t have reading comprehension 🎶

[joon-bugs]

Crush

~I’m late (as usual) but this is in commemoration of Jungkook’s birthday! No matter what age he will always be our baby Kookie. Let me know if there are any ideas you guys have for future stories, and enjoy!~  

 ‘He looked so small kneeling at your feet. His grown out hair was pulled back into a low bun, a detail you had overseen previously. A few shorter strands hadn’t made the cut and were haphazardly strewn over his forehead, covering his wide doe eyes. The image would have been so innocent if not for your nakedness.’ 

word count: 3,268 

pairing: Jungkook/Reader 

genre: smut 

warnings: swearing, first time oral (male giving, female receiving), Taehyung being an ass, (more) couch staining, slight violence, baby boi Jungkook, slightly submissive Jungkook, unprotected sex 

If there was anything nice to say about Kim Taehyung, it was that he gave good head. Okay scratch that. He gave phenomenal head. He delivered toe curling pleasure like it was his damn job and knew it.  The only flaw with him was the fact he was a major ass. Taehyung or 'Taehoney' as he was dubbed, was a cocky bastard with a pretty face. He reveled in getting off men and women, collecting in the reward of bragging about it while receiving reverence and sometimes money from his classmates. Getting on his knees was a hobby that benefited him in more ways than one, and he was perfectly content to break down the recipient of his efforts. Today, it just so happened to be you. 

Honestly, you didn't know why Taehyung had given you the time of day. You weren't his type by any standard, preferring the silence and seclusion of the library to the rowdy atmosphere of your apartment. Having three roommates only sounded like a good idea from a money perspective. It didn't help they all liked to smoke and drink, which usually led to them inviting friends over. And being really really loud. So the library had thus become your hideaway, away from the world. 

Maybe one of your  roommates had told him about you, put you on his radar, painting a target on your back. That could have been the only explanation as to why he weaved through the rows of paperbacks, only to plop down at the furthest table, which you happened to be seated. All he had to do was smile and extend his hand. 

"I'm Taehyung. Nice to meet you." 

You were done for, caught in his net the moment he opened his mouth. 

Somehow in the span of an hour Taehyung convinced you to study at his place, ensuring you that his roommate would be out. Like a lamb to slaughter you agreed, your backpack seeming heavier as you followed him home. 

Taehyung was sly, quick to offer you a seat on the small loveseat, making no move to squeeze next to you. He instead crossed his legs, sinking to the floor by your feet. You were grateful for the space, the air already suffocating in the emptiness of the apartment. 

You'd just started to take out your things when a touch startled you, and you looked down only to see the red haired boy grinning, his fingers inching up your shorts. Maybe the whole situation would have been avoided if it was colder, if the weather called for sweatpants or a parka. Or maybe it was ineffable, fated by some twisted deity. Either way Taehyung had gotten between your legs, and it was taking all of your willpower not to scream. 

"Tae-Taehyung...I don't-understand." You panted through clenched teeth, tossing your head to the ceiling, your fists balled. He came up for air to bite a chunk of your thigh, and you released a sound between a shriek and a gasp. 

"There’s nothing to understand Y/N. Enjoy the ride baby." He laughed, enjoying himself. You canted your hips when he resumed his actions and latched onto his hair unconsciously. You glanced down to watch him work and marveled at the contrast between your skin and his fiery locks. The scarlet letter came to mind and you scoffed, thinking of the symbolism. Guess that made Taehyung a harlot. 

“What’s so funny hmm?” His eyes met yours and you turned red, noticing his dripping chin. Was all that really from you? 

“N-nothing. Just thinking.” You gave a half hearted reply, hoping it was enough. His lips poked out in a pout. 

“I would hope you were thinking about me..and I don’t think what I’m doing is very funny. I’d rather have you begging than laughing.” He sounded upset. 

“Tae-“ 

“Time to work more of my magic then.” 

Taehyung grabbed your butt and yanked you closer, your thighs cradling his skull. He wrapped his lips around your clit suddenly and sucked hard. You yelped, back bowing off the couch, mouth open, eyes wide. He chuckled, the air stimulating you further. 

“That’s more like it sweetheart. Show me how you fall apart.” He lowered his voice, sending chills up your spine. The noises that followed were absolutely sinful, loud and obscene. Your legs were beginning to shake, the coil in your belly tightening. Taehyung’s nails dug into your thighs and you just knew there would be marks. You took in a big breath, the pressure rising. 

“I think I’m-“ 

“What the hell?! 

You shot up, pulling Taehyung’s hair to get him off. He resisted at first, content to continue despite the audience, until he realized you weren’t letting up. He sighed loudly and looked over his shoulder, still holding you spread eagle. 

“Oh you’re back early. Game finish early Kook?” Taehyung had a bored tone, a complete 180 from his earlier persona. You furrowed your brow at the nickname. Why did it sound so familiar..? You slowly scanned your eyes up the newcomer’s legs, taking in the toned definition of their thighs, all the way up to a pronounced chest and wide neck. You noticed the scar on his cheek and the small mole on his chin. Oh god. It was Jeon Jungkook. The best athlete on campus who so happened to be your biggest crush. Your crush who had just witnessed you getting tongue fucked by his roommate. You should’ve ran. If not for the mortification burning through your blood, you would have. 

Jungkook grit his teeth, glaring daggers at Taehyung who gave him a cheeky grin. 

“Sorry you caught me in the middle of something. Let me finish up then we can get lunch.” He talked as if he were discussing the weather. Jungkook dropped the duffel bag he'd been holding and charged forward to wrench Taehyung back by his shoulders. He fell on his back with a thud, the impact hard enough for a side table to shake. 

“What the f-” 

“You’re a real piece of shit ya know that?!” Jungkook yelled, standing over Taehyung with his hands in tight fists. You’d never seen the younger look so angry before. Taehyung scowled before standing to brush off his pants. 

“What’s the problem man? You act like this is the first time you’ve walked in on me working.” Working? It's not like I’m paying him. 

“That’s what this is? Bullshit. You’re telling me she came to you? That’s low even for you.” Jungkook got in his roommate’s face, breathing heavily. You wondered why he was so upset. 

“What? Hard to believe miss goody two shoes would ask for my services? I mean-” Taehyung scoffed, looking proud, “Could you blame her?” The situation was getting way out of hand and you chatised yourself for ever coming to the apartment. You crossed your ankles and shivered, debating on snatching up your shorts, but too afraid to move. 

“Im gonna beat your ass.” Jungkook’s threat was quiet and firm.  Despite only being able to see the back of Taehyung’s head you imagined the giant eye roll he gave Jungkook. 

“Oooo what a tough guy. Grow up Jeon. Tell me the real reason you're mad. It's because I can do what you can't. Make a girl come on my tong-” Taehyung’s head quickly connected with the drywall as his body was slammed up against it. You felt the weight of the attack as if it was aimed at you. Fistfuls of Taehyung’s shirt was bunched and twisted in Jungkook’s grasp, the two roommate's faces nose to nose.                    

“You knew damn well I would be home early, I should-” 

“What? Hit me? C’mon show us what a real man you are.” Taehyung licked his lips, enjoying his taunting. You saw Jungkook’s jaw twitch and knew you had to step in. 

“Wait! Don’t..don’t.” You pleaded lamely, becoming red as the two men turned to stare. Jungkook seemed to soften and hesitated a moment before shoving himself away from Taehyung. 

“Cute Jeon. Real cute.” Taehyung chuckled, adjusting his clothes. He fixed up the mussed section of his hair and tossed you a wink, before turning towards the door. 

“Sorry I couldn’t finish you off Y/N. But maybe Kook could help you out..” He threw the words over his shoulder, slamming the door behind him, leaving the apartment silent once more. Jungkook’s gaze was glued to Taehyung’s disappearing form for a moment and you took this time to bend down to grab your pants, trying to be as subtle as possible. You began to undo the row of buttons on the front but paused after hearing Jungkook mutter. 

“Are you..okay?” You were hesitant to ask and flinched when the boy’s head whipped around and his eyes bore into yours. Your earlier task forgotten, all you could do was stare back, watching as Jungkook mumbled something else under his breath, seeming distracted. 

“S-sorry for being here, I’ll just go.” His attention was making you nervous and it didn’t help that your lower half was exposed. It was not how you wanted your first encounter with him to go. His look turned hard then and he clenched his jaw, approaching you swiftly. You jumped back, pressing your body further into the couch, head dizzy at the unexpected move. Oh god he must be really mad. You anticipated that he would yell and throw you out, never to speak to you again. Clenching your eyes you waited, breath held. 

“I’ll show him.” The words were soft, quiet. You slowly opened your eyes, confused for a second, not seeing Jungkook in front of you. It was only when you felt a waft of warm air graze your legs, did you realize where he had gone. 

He looked so small kneeling at your feet. His grown out hair was pulled back into a low bun, a detail you had overseen previously. A few shorter strands hadn’t made the cut and were haphazardly strewn over his forehead, covering his wide doe eyes. The image would have been so innocent if not for your nakedness. And his staring. Right at your crotch. 

“Um..Jungkook?”  

“He did this to get back at me.” He said, leaning forward, letting his fingertips travel up your legs. You clenched them, keeping them closed for modesty’s sake. Omg Jeon Jungkook is touching me omg omg. You were internally losing your cool. Jungkook continued. 

“He can never just take an apology, always gotta act like a dick-” 

“Taehyung?” You were baffled at the lack of context to his rambling. He paused in his exploration, but his eyes never moved. 

“He knew I liked you Y/N. That’s why he wanted to get you here alone.” Shame flooded your face and you gasped audibly, realizing just how big of a dumbass you were. 

“You..like me?” Probably not anymore you whore. 

He looked up at you then and gave you a shy smile, looking much younger than you knew he was. 

“Y-Yeah. I was..too shy to tell you.” He looked away, reverting his attention back to your closed privates. Who would have thought someone as outgoing and sporty as Jungkook would actually be bashful? 

“I like you too Jungkook.” The confession escaped your mouth faster than you could think and you waited with baited breath, wondering how he might react. What you weren’t expecting was for him to heave a huge sigh and plant a kiss to the top of your leg. 

“Good.” He breathed, warming your skin, while his free hands circled your knees. You bit your bottom lip, trying not to release any noises. The warmth moved high, dangerously close to your core. You wrapped your arms around yourself, both embarrassed and turned on. 

“Can I make you feel good Y/N? Can I touch you?” Jungkook seemed nervous himself now, his voice wavering. Yes. God yes. Is what you wanted to say. You ended up with something a little less eloquent. 

“Um..sure. Make me feel good Kookie.” His eyes flashed at the nickname and he parted your legs open in a single move. Cold air assaulted your nether regions and you shivered, feeling your wetness already cooling. Jungkook hesitantly ran a finger up your folds, swiping some of the arousal pooling there. You flinched at his touch, watching as he brought the coated limb to his lips, poking his tongue out to taste. 

“Wow. That’s how you taste.” With his voice neutral you were unsure whether he was complimenting you or if he was disgusted. You soon got an idea of what his answer would be when Jungkook lowered his head, picking up where Taehyung left off. 

His inexperience was obvious by the hesitant flicks of his tongue and by the lack of rhythm in his ‘technique.’ Nevertheless tingles started to surface within you and you squirmed at the feeling. 

“Am I hurting you?” Jungkook looked up at you with a concerned expression, eyelashes nearly brushing the bottom of his eyebrow. You swallowed and shook your head, unbelieving of what was happening. How he could manage to look so cute while he was going down on you was a mystery. 

“I’ve never..done this before.” He admitted after a pause, his cheeks dusting with color. 

“I could help you, if-if that’s cool. You can stop-” 

“No. I want too Y/N. Just tell me what to do.” God you shouldn’t have felt such a rush at his compliance but you did. You guided him back down, finding enough confidence to place your hand on his head. A sudden thought popped into your mind. 

“Hey Jungkook? Could you maybe undo your bun? I want to touch your hair.” He’s gonna think you’re a freaking weirdo now great. 

Wordlessly he removed the elastic without pause, flinging the tie across the room without coming up for air. You let out a trembling breath, weaving your fingers through his hair, marveling at its softness. Jungkook hummed, sending a shock of vibrations and you bucked into his face, nails digging into his scalp. 

“Oh!” Gasping for breath you tried to control the rocking of your hips, eyes swiveling in every direction to find something to lock onto too, until they settled on the man on the ground. His own body was reacting similar to yours, lower part pressing up against the couch. He was humping the furniture like a dog in heat and you felt your arousal grow at his neediness. When his lips discovered the small bundle of nerves and started sucking you hissed through your teeth, clenching your jaw so tight it hurt. At this rate you were going to come hard and fast. 

Jung-ah! Kook!” The heaving of your chest distorted your exclamation but he seemed to hear you. 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His pupils were blown, dark enough to match his hair. The ceiling light caught the reflection of your juices on his chin and you could only conjure up images of everywhere else you wanted his mouth to be. 

“N-no. Please Jungkook. I need you up here.” Now who’s the needy one? 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea I’m..” Hard. 

“I know. I know.” You grasped his face and coaxed him to join you, bringing your lips together messily, not minding the taste of yourself on him. He was still before coming alive, grasping the back of your neck to intensify the kiss. It was sloppy and loud but you were burning from the inside out, Jungkook a craving you had dreamed of indulging in. You pulled him down on top of you, your head meeting the armrest. In this position you could feel his straining length on your bare thigh and you were grateful you were already prepped. Otherwise there was no way he was fitting inside you without it being painful. You reached down to palm him through the joggers, feeling him twitch and lean into your touch. 

“I know this is so sudden and I literally just confessed but can I-ah-fuck you?” He was huffing, breath raspy and hot on the shell of your ear. His politeness only made him more endearing, and you laughed. 

“Yes. Please.” 

With your spoken consent Jungkook hastily shimmied his pants off, revealing he wasn’t wearing any underwear. You stared at the mass before you, watching as it curved to rest on his hoodie. The tip was leaking, the rest of him red and ready. Jungkook saw your expression and froze. 

“If you aren’t sure Y/N-” 

You wrapped a hand around him to silence him and he choked, only coming back into himself when you positioned him at your entrance. 

“Fuck me or I’ll call Taehyung to do it for you.”  

Jungkook slammed home, spurned on by your taunting and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. He was big. Bigger than you initially thought, and tears sprang in the corner of your eyes at the harsh intrusion. Jungkook began to thrust sharply, couch groaning under the fast movements. He had his eyes closed, lip captured between his teeth, completely lost in the moment. You hit his arm until he refocused on you, blinking away the wetness in your eyes. 

“Ah-let me-ah-on top. You’re too big.” Jungkook looked apologetic and pulled out, rolling over quickly. His whole body twitched, as if he was still inside you, sweat caked on his skin.

You brought your knees onto the side of his and took him in your hands once more, easing yourself down inch by excruciating inch until he was bottomed out, and you were full. Jungkook jerked then, hitting a spot that had you cry out and you begged for him to do it again. He grabbed your hips hesitantly, only gripping you tighter when you rocked against him, desperate for the friction. Soon the two of you were panting and grinding, tugging on the tops that remained but eventually giving up because neither of you could stand to be any more patient. Jungkook watched through lidded eyes as you bounced on him, letting on high whines that mimicked your own. You were getting tired, nowhere near as athletic as he was and started to slow, panting but trying to reach your end. Jungkook seemed to know of your dilemma because he planted his feet and increased his pace, ramming into you harder and faster than before. You held on to the front of his hoodie, unable to meet his thrusts anymore, only holding on as he brought you both to climax. 

You came first, your inner walls fluttering around him as you threw your head back, letting the intense orgasm wash over you. You collapsed on Jungkook’s chest, body spasming as he let out a yell, thrusting two, three more times, before finishing deep inside you. You felt the warmth of his seed and thanked god for the birth control you had started taking on a whim. Not that having a child with Jeon Jungkook was an unappealing idea. 

Your mouth was lead, thick and dry in your mouth, your limbs jelly. Holy shit I just slept with my crush and it was amazing. You cuddled his hoodie, despite how hot you felt , sighing in content when his arm came to pull you closer. 

“Hey Y/N.” 

“Hm?” 

“Want to grab lunch after this?” 

“Is this you asking me on a date?” You smiled, suppressing a chuckle. There was a pause. 

“Yeah. I am.” He did laugh, and you silently thanked Taehyung for bringing you two together, even if it hadn’t been under the best circumstances. 

Written by Rose 

#bts #bts one shot #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #happy birthday jungkook #smut #bts jeon jungguk #bangtan seonyeondan #kim namjoon #rm #kim seokjin #jin #min yoongi #suga #jung hoseok #hobi #park jimim #chim chim #kim taehyung #v #jeon jeongkook #kookie

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Opposites Attract pt. 1 (Balor/Reader)

Summary: Reader is Balor’s complete opposite, and yet he finds himself drawn to her gentle and angelic behavior. He takes her back to his kingdom one night and discovers that she’s not as innocent as she claims to be.

(A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to you all! I hope you all have found love on this day in any form it may be in. And if not, I hope that this will bring some into your life ^^. There will be a second part to this and yes, it will include smut XD)

(Y/n): your name

Bolded text is Balor speaking.

Finn could feel Balor’s jealousy begin to flow through his veins as he watched Drew approach your table, Dolph flanking his left side. You were absorbed in your conversation with Natalya and Alicia before the Scottish man’s large hand slammed down harshly onto the table, startling the three of you and drawing your eyes to his own lingering ones.

“Hello, (Y/n),” he breathed, his gaze raking down chest in your sleeveless RAW tee. Finn could see how uncomfortable you where, noting how your arms gave way to slight shakes and how you began to scratch at your palm.

“H-Heya, Drew,” you said as you moved your chair back slightly. His dominating aura was not what you expected to encounter that Monday, especially so early in the afternoon. Glancing at the two women next to you, you could see their eyes narrow and twitch in the direction of the Scotsman and his blonde friend. For once, you thanked them for how protective of you they were.

You gave him a meek wave and brushed some hair in front of your face to hide yourself from his stare, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pulled up his own chair, spinning it around and throwing himself down onto it without breaking eye contact. Alicia’s grip on your thigh tightened as a sly grin made its way onto his face, and you could feel the tension between your two girls and him grow immensely.

Drew’s breath reeked of stale beer, and you wondered about how far you could lean back before the chair you sat in gave out and you fell on your ass. He leaned forward and raised his eyebrows at the three of you, making a show out of glancing at your disgusted faces.

He turned his attention to you and asked, “Say, (Y/n), why don’t you an’ I get th’ hell outta here with me an’ Dolph over here and go have some real fun? Just th’ three of us.”

He tried to make a move towards you but you moved away, attempting to hide yourself inside your shirt. The two men gave a roar of laughter at your meekness and sighed, your hold on Alicia’s wrist slipping.

At last, her anger burst through the folds. “Listen here, you drunk motherfu-”

“I think that’s enough outta you, McIntyre.”

The five of you went silent as a hand fell onto the Scot’s shoulder and turned him around. There stood an angry Finn, eyebrows furrowed with rage and veins almost bursting out of his biceps. His aura spread across the entire room, rendering everyone else to their metaphorical knees.

Dolph, being the brave but stupid foot soldier that he is, felt the need to step up to the angry Irishman and poke his finger into his chest. “Oh yeah? What are you, of all people, gonna do about it?”

Lashing his own hand out, he pulled the blonde’s arm away from him and gripped his wrist tight. The twist he gave his arm made him scream out in pain, his face being slammed into the table. The shock made you, Alicia, and Nattie jump out of fear and surprise.

“That’s what I’m gonna do about it,” he uttered in a cold voice. “Now, get him and yourself outta here before I do some real damage.”

He released Ziggler’s arm and stepped back, allowing him to stand back up and lead Drew out of catering before throwing a nasty look his way. As soon as the duo was gone, he pivoted and overlooked the three of you. “Are you all alright?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Nattie answered, taking a hold of one of your shaking hands. “Thanks for coming when you did. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

Alicia pouted, crossing her arms and huffing. “I know what I would have done. I would have punched him and Dolph in their smug faces.”

“Oh, you would so do that,” Nattie teased, getting up and brushing off her legs. The two of them said their goodbyes to both you and Finn and kissed your forehead, waving as they headed to their locker rooms to change. It felt like hours had gone by when they left until he cleared his throat, garnering your attention.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)? They didn’t hurt ya in any way, did they?”

You were quick to shoot down his second question, shaking your head rapidly as your hair swished in front of your face. “No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

He continued to stand there for a few moments until he said, “I could walk ya to your locker room, if ya want.”

You could see him scratch at the nape of his neck and blush like a teenager, and that made you do the same. Getting up, you pushed in your chair and shuffled to the door, glancing behind you and giving him the signal to follow you. The two of you exited the room and you cradled your elbow in your free hand as he followed closely behind.

As the two of you made your way to the door with your name marked onto it, you stopped and felt his presence radiating from behind you. You turned and looked up at him, your eyes soft and gentle.

“Thanks again for walking me here, Finn,” you whispered, reaching up and and twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. The coloring in your cheeks didn’t seem to want to cease, and you were desperate for an exit.

He brushed a hand over his face, replying, “Don’t mention it, (Y/n). Just didn’t want anyone else coming onto ya like Drew did.”

Ask her out, you fool.

“Shut it before I lock you out again.”

You peered up at him, asking, “Where you talking to me?”

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his beard again as he commented, “Not at all, darling. I’m just gonna head back and watch the rest of the show. I’ll see ya around (Y/n).”

And with that, he spun around and began walking back to catering, leaving you stunned.

He… he called me “darling”…

He waited for you near the curtain as you walked up the ramp after your win against Sarah Logan. You could feel the adrenaline running through your veins when you passed the curtain, but as soon as you saw him, it all ran ice cold. The feeling of him brushing against your arm sent goosebumps flying across the flesh.

“(Y/n)! I was hoping to catch you here.”

You couldn’t stop the stutter in your voice as you spoke. “Y’Yeah, Finn. What’d you n-need?”

“I wanted to ask you… uh….” The words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth, even though he had practiced them right after he had left you at your locker room. “I wanted to… to know if you-”

Oh for fuck’s sake, you poor, stuttering fool. Move aside.

The shudder that zapped into his body didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you saw the blacks of his pupils absorb the blues and whites of his eyes, leaving behind inky pools of dark. His back straightened and he straightened the “Balor Club Worldwide” tee that he was wearing.

Carding his fingers together, he said, “I wanted to know if you were free this weekend. I wanted to take you out to eat. Will you join me?”

Something took over your body and through his bluntness, you nodded and he smirked.

“That’s great, (Y/n). I’ll meet you at your place. Text me the address, will you?”

He walked away directly after, leaving you stunned for the second time in a row that night, and then reality walked into your mind and hit you with a sack of bricks.

“I have a fucking date with… holy shit!” you exclaimed, rushing as fast as you could back to your locker room to grab your things and head out for the night.

The following Saturday, you paced anxiously in front of your apartment door as you waited for him to arrive, running your hands through your hair another time. Trying to heed your friends’ advice was difficult as is, but you weren’t going on a date with just anybody. This was Finn Balor: a man that exuded confidence and sexual prowess with every step. And with Balor inside of his body...

Your fingers continued to pick at the cuffs of your white off-the-shoulder top and your thoughts continued to roam down a narrow path.

You were just… you. You were nothing special, especially compared to someone like him. The majority of your dates seemed to make fun of your apparent shy and good-hearted nature, and you weren’t sure it you could handle that coming from the man who held your heart in his hands.

You’ll be fine, you thought, looking at your phone. He should be here soon. He might be your complete, utter opposite but that’s ok. Doesn’t that trope always work out on TV?

A knock on your door pulled you away from your head and you picked at your black leggings, giving yourself a quick look in a nearby mirror before slipping on a pair of flats. Opening the door slowly, there stood the man himself, clad in a black and red silk suit jacket and some black dress pants. The first few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt where unbuttoned, and in that moment you felt severely under-dressed.

Looking down at your choice of attire, you uttered, “Y-You told me to dress casually for tonight, but I can go back upstairs and change into something more fancy if we’re going someplace nicer than what I pictured. Not that you’re gonna take me anywhere gross, because I know you have standards and oh God, now I’m rambling and I sound like a complete fo-”

You felt a finger press to your lips gently. Removing it, he used it to then lift your chin and look you in the eye with his cold, but comforting lighter ones.

“You don’t have to change for anything, sweetheart,” he spoke, his breath fanning out across your face. “This is fine for now. Everything will be taken care of when we get there.”

You didn’t realize how close he was until he was leaning down to look at you, and you took a moment to gaze over the softness in his face and the slight redness flushing his cheeks, paired with those perfectly shaped lips of his…

“Wait, where are we going? You never specified.”

A laugh was heard as he placed two finger against your temple. “You’ll find out soon enough. After all, you did want to get to know me better.”

A wave of nauseousness rolled over you as you felt your legs buckle underneath you. Your vision soon grew blurrier and blurrier, and the sounds around you became more warbled and joined together. Before the darkness claimed you, you felt a soft pair of arms wrap around your torso and hold you close to a solid chest. You peered up at Finn’s face to see twin black eyes staring directly back at you. A grin slid onto his face and he let out a small chuckle.

“This is going to be a very interesting night,” he spoke, the tone of his voice echoing in your ear as you faded to black…

…

…

...

...until you abruptly woke up, sputtering out a gasp and holding your chest. Wiping the sweat from your forehead with your hand, you looked down to see your clothes and your shoes still on. But, a closer look around the room proved that you were not anywhere you knew.

The bedroom around you contained various shades of grey, black, and red, including some of the most lavish items you’d ever seen. You splayed your fingers out onto the soft sheets below and held them, turning around to see the vast seat of pillows behind you.

Where am I? you wondered as you slid from the wine colored bedspread, your feet softly hitting the grey carpet below you. Another quick look around the room led you to one of the chairs near the door, a long black and red dress hanging from its back. Attached to the seat was a note and you gingerly unfolded it, taking in a breath at the name on the bottom.

Dearest (Y/n),

I’m sorry that I made you black out earlier in your apartment. The way to my home isn’t… conventional, so I had to shield you from it.I hope you can forgive me. I can assure you nothing happened to you during the time from your apartment to now. You have my word.

Along the sides of this chair lies an new ensemble for you to wear for dinner tonight. Don’t worry, everything is in your size. I got a little help from a few of your friends. Please join me downstairs whenever you are ready. I can’t wait to see where the night takes us, darling.

Yours truly, Balor

The note fluttered out of your hands and onto the ground as you felt your head start to spin. “Well, that explains the black eyes… and me passing out…” you mumbled, glancing at the chair draped over the ornate wooden seat. Lifting it revealed it to be a floor length blood red gown with a sheer black lace top, complete with a black belt holding the two to each other. Underneath the chair was a pair of sleek black heels, and you wondered how much all of this costed him.

Thank God for strapless bras, you thought, slipping off your shirt and out of you leggings and folding them. Placing them on the bed behind you, you unzipped the back of the dress and slid it on. The lace was surprisingly soft against the skin of your arms, and the dress itself fit perfectly. The shoes did as well, moving them from underneath the chair and sitting back down on the bed to put them on. A large floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed conveniently next to you, and you hesitate to take a look at yourself.

You looked… good. You felt good. All your best features were shown, and you loved it. You felt sexy, powerful, and ready to take on the man waiting for you downstairs.

You felt dominant.

Spinning around to get another angle, you said, “Never thought this would be the thing to make me feel this way but hey, I’ll take it.”

With a quick drag of your fingers through your hair, you left the room, the soft clacking of the heels echoed throughout the dark and empty hallway as you stepped outside. Suddenly, the candles lining the walls around you came to life, giving the area a surprisingly soft glow. As you started your voyage to the stairs, you dragged your fingertips along the carvings of the dark oak walls near you and the shining silver candelabras that held the lights.

“Ah, you’re finally here. I was beginning to worry.”

The deep voice drew your head towards the bottom of the stairs and you saw him, still clad in the suit from earlier. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you slowly walked down to Balor and his eyes roamed down your body. Taking the hand he outstretched to you, you looked away from his lingering gaze and the two of you made your way to the dining room. He could see your fascination with his home, and loved how wide your eyes got when you saw something you liked on the walls.

Finally, a large wooden door opened to reveal his dining area, complete with a long black marble table that held even more candles, a bouquet of roses near one of the seats, plates of food, and two glasses of red wine ready for you.

He squeezed your hand and pointed up, directing you to the glass roof that exposed the most clear night sky you’ve ever had the beauty of seeing. You felt your mouth open slightly as you gasped and saw the millions of stars shine above you.

His hand grazed your jaw, and you turned to face him. “The stars in the sky tonight don’t even shine half as bright as you do, my dear,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And close your mouth, (Y/n). You might catch flies.”

He chuckled at his little jab and moved towards the head of the table, you wiping your now sweaty palms on the sides of your gown. Pulling out the chair next to him, you sat down and looked down at your lap, the emptiness of the room seeming to seep into your skin.

“So, it is true. Was he okay with it?”

He raised his eyebrow. “What’s true, darling?”

Lifting your hands, you gestured towards Balor and the midnight pools that were his eyes. His posture was too straight, his actions too flirty. This was Balor: a manipulator at heart and a piece of the man you loved. The man before you grinned slyly, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward.

“Yes, it’s true, and he’s fine with me taking the wheels for our little get-together tonight. We are very much alike, him and I.”

Your chair suddenly scooched forward and you were face to face with him, the look in his eyes a mischievous one. “But, unlike him, I had the balls to ask you out first.”

Another faint gasp left your lips and he began to roar with laughter. “What, you actually believed he planned all of this? Please, you’re in my kingdom now, (Y/n).”

His smile seemed to stretch for miles, his blinding white teeth looking as if they were growing and becoming sharper. You don’t know why but him looking at you in such a manner made your core wet, causing you to squirm in your seat. The room soon fell quiet after a few moments until a loud growling came from your stomach, your face growing as hot as the candles around you.

“Eat, dear,” he said, the smell of the food in front of you now too enticing to ignore. “We can continue our conversations as the night goes on. After all, I do want to get to know you better.”

And talk you did. In between bites of food and sips of wine, you shared small stories about yourself and your interests, throwing some things about your personal life as well. Throughout it, Balor said very few words - only commenting a few times - but was very attentive to the little movements you made while you spoke of your home.

He noticed how your shoulders would vibrate with energy as you talked about subjects you loved, and how your eyebrows furrowed when discussing topics that gave you distaste. He saw you eyes sparkle when you began speaking about your family and how you got to the WWE. You were too into your thoughts, but he listened to you and saw the little things.

And all of those little things made his cold heart a little bit warmer.

Time seemed to slow down in the dining room as the two of you continued to chat, laughter and jabs pouring out of you both. Over time, your hand drifted onto and across the table, slipping into one of his free ones. Balor closed his hand around your much smaller one and looked up, seeing how worked up and buoyant you became.

At that moment, a loud chime was heard from down the hall and you stopped mid-sentence. Looking up at the ceiling, you were able to see the stars much more clearly. They seemed to shine even more like celestial diamonds as you rose from your seat, removing your hand from Balor’s soft hold and clasping them together.

Glancing at the door, you asked, “The clock chime… what did it mean? How long have we been in here?”

He snapped his fingers and the dishes and the decor that littered the table was gone, save for a single red rose in front of your chair. “Oh, that? That means that it’s midnight, darling.”

“Midnight?! I didn’t realize we were talking for so long!”

You placed a hand to your chest and felt your heart beat faster, turning your head to face him. He picked up the rose from the table and placed it behind your ear before moving his hand to caress your jaw.

“There, there, sweetheart. The conversations we had were an amazing way to pass the time. They only made me fall for you even harder than before.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist as he dragged the tips of his fingers along the grooves of the lace on your dress. Leaning forward, you caught a whiff of a smell that was undeniably his and felt his lips press against your forehead, his beard brushing against your nose and cheek.

“There’s a choice to make here, (Y/n). I won’t force you to stay, but I would love to continue this little rendezvous of ours,” he whispered against your temple, pulling you close. “Would you like to stay the night with me?”

Throughout the entirety of your dinner, you could feel a voice pounding at the back of your head. You had silenced it before but now it was getting louder, almost as if it was screaming through a megaphone connected to a billion speakers.

Take him.

Claim his heart just as he claimed yours.

Make him yours.

Show him how much you care for him.

Make him beg for you.

Show him who’s in charge.

Dominate him.

Stay. The. Night.

You slid your hands up his chest and gripped the lapels of his twin colored suit jacket. You could feel a newfound surge of confidence roll through your body like a wave, and you could see his shock as your eyes grew dark with lust.

“You got yourself a deal, Balor. I’ll stay the night. Let’s see where this ‘rendezvous’ takes us now.”

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[scuttleboat]

Do you like Echo? I really want to now that she's a regular but I can't shake my wariness of her. It seems like she's constantly in the antagonistic role for our mains, but then she'll look sad for like 2secs and people will feel bad for her. But I don't. Do you feel me? Im open to her changing and growing with the spacekru, and I hope I like her character next season. But as of right now I don't understand the fascination some people seem to have of her.

An Egregiously Extensive Echo Essay

I’m gonna throw this wild analogy at you: Echo kom Azgeda is James Bond.

She is a dangerous, beautiful, ruthlessly loyal spy. She serves the queen (or king) and has to kill a lot of people. Fanatically loyal, always gets the job done. She gets captured, she makes allies, she lies to people, she gets friendly with the enemy and then later has to fight them or kill them to save her country.

bad difference: she doesn’t get to have smokin’ sex with the enemy officer (yet)

good difference: she feels actual, on-screen, sincere regret and anguish for deaths that she knows are necessary for her people but will nonetheless cause pain to someone she respects. I don’t think I’d personally seen a movie with genuine anguish from James Bond until Casion Royale came out.

So James Bond is a superhero if you’re British, but if you’re Russian or Communist or you work for a well-paying criminal mastermind, he’s basically like a horrific monster who kills your friends and blows up your factory and keeps your homeland from winning the cold war either militarily or economically. Either way, a loyal killer lapdog of the monarchy.

That’s Echo. If you look at where she’s coming from, even the fact that Bellamy helped her once isn’t enough to counteract the belief from her people and her queen that the Sky People represent an extreme danger to the clans and to Ice Nation. So they betray Lexa (who they see as an unfit conqueror anyway), and take out the enemy stronghold (Mt. Weather). To do that, Echo lies to a man who helped her once and saved her life. Yes, it’s a cruel and terrible thing to do.  Yes, he’d be in his rights to hate her forever. But that doesn’t make Echo any less of a hero to her people.

((sorry this is getting long, so…. behind the cut))

The way I see The 100, the show goes to extreme lengths to show that everyone has motivations for evil acts. Most of the time, those motives start out “good” (such as self-defense, protection of community, stopping cruelty).  In a few cases, it becomes evil when A) the harm done so vastly counterbalances any possible rational good (Dante), B) when someone is just a total sadist (Cage), or C) when ego and neglect and vanity cause the literal apocalypse (Becca/ALIE). Echo does not meet the standards of either A, B, or C. None of the major Grounder characters do (maaaaaybe Luna? !SQUIRREL!).  Anyway, Echo, like our main characters Clarke, Bellamy, Kane, Jaha, etc… she’s done terrible things to protect and serve her people.  I don’t hate or even dislike her character for that. She just is a character in this universe. And I certainly adore Bellarke, who have done as bad or worse than Echo for the same reason, so I can’t point fingers on the whole military actions thing.

We didn’t get to really know Echo until this season, and I think the show tried hard to put a lot of character building in while not forgetting about what they’d used her for in the past. They did an… adequate job. There’s definitely stuff that could have been handled in a smoother or more complex manner, but at the end of the season I’m generally satisfied with how they brought her into the regular cast. Weak episodes aside, there were several of her scenes I liked, and plenty of points at which I felt sympathy for her, just as you mention in your ask.  

The biggest thing I had wrt Echo going into season 4 was “How is her relationship with Bellamy going to be handled?”  Because I stan that guy, and she did him dirty. She did him as badly as Lexa did Clarke, except no one was there to intervene and save the sky people this time. I was pretty frustrated with their dynamic in the first half of s4, especially 401, because I thought their scenes really underplayed the anger that Bellamy ought to have been feeling.  And then again in 405, their pivotal conversation didn’t feel successfully dramatic to me because I was just asking “WHEN IS BELLAMY GOING TO BE MAD ABOUT STUFF?” Like, Echo was a pivotal agent in a plot that got his friends and lover killed, she lured him into a potential bloodbath to disrupt a peace summit, she held a sword to Clarke’s throat, she mortally injured Octavia, and she advocated for war with Skaikru. Even if Echo was just protecting her own nation, it’s incomprehensible that Bellamy wouldn’t be angry that she used their past shared trauma to personally manipulate him. And then like, basically assassinated his sister.

For most of s4, I was like “????????” about how this was going, but that was more about Bellamy>>Echo than about Echo the character. Luckily, 410 went a LONG way to fix that for me. In 410, we finally saw Bellamy’s rage. I normally am not here for guys choking women on TV but in this unique case it felt really earned as a climactic fight. He almost kills her the same way they killed Lovejoy, the same way Murphy and then ChippedKane almost killed him. I cheered cause WOOOO DRAMA.Bellamy found out Echo was interfering and would try to assassinate his sister AGAIN, so he tried to kill her and his violence took on a form that is indicative of his lessons on the ground. We saw him finally let out that rage that was suppressed during their earlier encounters.

I’m glad he didn’t kill her, and she didn’t kill him, but I think they needed to come close. They needed that release, so the real forgiveness could come. We’ve seen Bellamy forgive–or at least live with–the people who tried to kill him or his loved ones before (Pike, Murphy, Jaha, Kane). Bellamy at his heart is a loving person who is damaged by anger, not made strong by it. Forgiving Echo at least enough to help her survive is absolutely in character for him at this point in the story. That’s what makes him a heroic protagonist. Being a protector is a core trait for both him and Clarke, and part of why they’re ultimately so compatible.  Does that mean Bellamy could fall for Echo? Ehhh… They’re in a fairly unique situation and I wouldn’t take sex off the table. I think a delicate strange friendship will come about. But I highly doubt he’d actually fall in love with her. If I was shipping them, that’s a really complex dynamic to write a ton of fanfic about. As I’m not, I don’t care.

“Do you feel me? Im open to her changing and growing with the spacekru”

Anon, I have to say that nope, i do not feel you on this. Specifically, I don’t think she has to “change” if ‘change’ means to go from being a bad person to a good person. From the POV of her journey, she did the right thing by her people every step of the way until 410. The conclave was the first time she went outside her orders and did a dishonorable thing to save her people. Ironically, the Skaikru did the exact same thing that very same evening. A lot of people cheated at that event. But why it mattered to Echo’s character is that honor was the heart of her story–and it was honorable, to her mind, to kill in defense of her nation in s3 and s4. But when she let her fear and distrust drive her to break the rules of this (totally outrageous fucking bonkers) murder game, she violated her own honor. Roan came down hard on her for that, because Roan happens to care a lot about honor when it comes to fighting, I guess. Echo went too far in 410–just as Clarke and Jaha and Miller did. Just as Bellamy has before, as Lexa has before. She was punished for it, essentially ordered to die in a few days time.

I don’t look at Echo’s character and see a bad person who needs to learn to care about things–Echo clearly cared about a fucking LOT. It just wasn’t what our mains cared about. Echo did have to learn a lesson about when to have restraint, but then that’s what everyone on the show has had to learn. Other than that, her being in a antagonist role has been entirely a function of plot on the show. The plot was that she worked for the enemy. Otherwise, she is pretty similar to our heroes, only taller. 

We did see, at several points this season, that Echo’s fierce loyalty to Roan and the Ice Nation caused her anguish when it came to betraying Bellamy. She was fully aware of what he’d done for her, and that between them personally he didn’t deserve to be so horrifically betrayed. To be a little callous, that’s more genuine visible remorse than we ever saw from Lexa or Pike or–check this out–Emori. As a viewer, I feel like we’ve been given enough material to see her position and to understand where she comes from. I’m content with her being in the main group. I think she’s one more interesting person in a mix of interesting characters who are trapped together in space.

I mean, I may have a bad reaction if we have to SEE her make out with Bellamy. Like, I hope I don’t have to see that. Otherwise, I’m cool with her on the show. I feel bad when she makes a face like a kicked puppy. I think making deep and meaningful connections with people outside her clan will enrich her as a character.

#echo kom azgeda #becho #bellamy blake #bellamy x echo #the 100 meta #roan of azgeda #the 100 season 4 #ice nation #the 100 #ask #Anonymous #i probably could have said that in like 4 lines instead of 1200 words #but this is me and i am verbose #you know that if you follow me #if you want a really controversial opinion #i think Emori has had to grow as a person since she was introduced #far more than Echo has #because Emori when we met her was living a completely predatory and murderous life #it took falling in love and learning to trust for her to change #and she has changed by opening her heart and learning to take care of others #Echo already loved people and her community #she just had to be plot positioned to be on the hero's side

[iamebonybones]

THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR STALKING

(*Image from Take Over Art Exhibition, Switzerland by street-artist Jay Caes)

Often a professional, successful woman can be a target for a stalker, especially if they or their work – appears in the public domain.

Stalking is one of the most frequently experienced forms of abuse globally, with statistics showing up to 7.5 million people stalked in the U.S per year - 61% are female victims. That’s 1 in 6 women. 700,000 women in the UK are stalked each year according to data from the Crime Survey of England and Wales although the British Crime Survey estimated 5 million people experience stalking yearly. Nearly one in three women in France have been victims of stalking in their life - one of the highest rates throughout Europe according to the European Union Agency for Fundamental Rights.

According to new figures, Cyberstalking is now far more prevalent globally than face to face stalking and harassment, with many victims finding themselves pursued by complete strangers. With social media and other online methods making a stalker's task that much easier, the popularity of such sites means that cyberstalking can be done at the touch of a button. Inexpensive cell phone spy software, now makes it easier than ever for the average person to spy on a mobile phone from any country - rather than waiting at someone's house and following them wherever they go.

It’s all part of the on going issue of violence against women and girls.

There are many misconceptions about what stalking is. Described as ‘a criminal activity consisting of the repeated pursuing and harassing of another person’ - stalking is far from romantic. It’s about fixation and obsession and most of all it’s oppressive aswell as insidious, and can escalate to rape and even murder. 

To add to a long list of female specific problems, a women’s job could also make her more susceptible to stalkers . Yes, there’s a certain breed of stalkers who only seek to silence women. They are not attracted to their victims and don't even know them personally, but harass and ‘police’ women holding high-visibility jobs or positions normally held by men. Bent on ruining their reputations and self-perceptions of women who somehow or in some way challenge the status quo. They have no desire for a relationship with their victims, but yearn for a sense of power and control, sadistically finding pleasure in gathering information about their victim (sometimes fantasising about assaulting them, physically and sexually). But what drives an angry man-child to harass and cyberstalk women? The answer is pretty simple in short, these scumbags are bullies - they desperately need to feel bigger and better than someone else. Often a professional, successful woman can be a target for a stalker, especially if they or their work – appears in the public domain.

TODAY IN TOXIC FRAGILE MASCULINITY ✨

These stalkers and those they persuade to ‘stalk by proxy’ – stand in the way of gender equality.

The celebrity hacking scandal showed that even famous, successful women were victims to cyber abuse by fragile males who used nude photos as a weapon to silence and humiliate women - as if by doing so asserted some sort of power or dominance in the world. According to Stalking Crimes and Victim Protection, males who abuse, stalk and harass are likely motivated by jealousy, envy, insecurity, fragile identities and a desperate need to assert their masculinity (or lack thereof.)

Look Who's Stalking

So who are these creepy cyber-stalkers who seek to silence women? Who are these sick and lonely cowards who abuse the anonymity of the web as their only possibility to molest others? According to recent studies, many stalkers suffer from forms of mental illness including depression, substance abuse, and often Borderline Personality Disorder. However stalkers are not homogenous - they are motivated by different things and that motivator may oscillate over time. Not all stalkers have a mental disorder. However, when people fixate it's clear there are psychological issues of some description. This is why a mental health evaluation by a professional trained in stalking is important.

Women of colour face cyber-stalking and online harassment more than any other group, followed by caucasian women and then men of colour.

So is this a gender issue? Normally the most dangerous cases tend to be. It’s all part of what’s going on with violence against women and girls. What's most disturbing is a serious concern that many women might avoid positions that put them in the public eye, or jobs normally held by men - because they fear being harassed and stalked. These handful of cyber-stalkers, and those they persuade to ‘stalk by proxy’ online – could stand in the way of gender equality.

‘Im not Stalking, I’m just investigating’: Yes these stalkers as a group, have an impressive capacity to use moral licensing to rationalise, minimise and excuse their behaviors. They like to hide behind ‘credibility’ and go to extreme measures to track and attack professional women, by attacking their reputations, then ‘gaslighting’ them with vile smear campaigns.

So is this a race issue? According to Danielle Keats Citron’s book, Hate Crimes in Cyberspace, Women of colour face cyber-stalking and online harassment more than any other group globally, followed by caucasian women and then men of colour. White males are least likely to be harassed online, and when they are, they are largely targeted or attacked for being gay. 

PALADIN: LAURA RICHARDS

(*Laura Richards: Former head of Scotland Yard's Homicide Prevention Unit, FBI adviser & Founder and Director of Paladin, National Stalking Advocacy Service)

So how best to deal with these cyberstalkers? I had countless friends and peers in the industry who had endured years of cyberstalking, harrasment and even death threats, all in silence. I wanted to find out more about this damaging abuse afflicting millions across the globe, so spoke with former head of Scotland Yard's Homicide Prevention Unit, Laura Richards. Founder and Director of Paladin, the world’s first National Stalking Advocacy Service. Laura who seconded to the FBI and trained at the Behavioural Analysis Units in Quantico, is one of the world’s leading Criminal Behavioural Analyst and has trained thousands of police officers, and specialist professionals across the world including Europol, European Homicide Working Group, National Centre for the Analysis of Violent Crime, New South Wales Police, Australia, South African Police (SAPs), Johannesburg and more.

“It's the double standards and casual sexism that is commonplace, along with abuse and death threats that happens at the click of a button online, when we dare voice our opinion with serious impact - just because we are women.“

Paladin was set up following the highly successful All Party Parliamentary Stalking Law Reform Campaign spearheaded by Laura, which led to stalking becoming a criminal offence in 2012. After a decade of analysing violent crime at New Scotland Yard Laura became the violence adviser to the National Police Chiefs Council (NPCC) With a minimum sentence of 10yrs for cyberstalking, Laura helps to hunt down stalkers, and her organisation Paladin are currently doing wonderful work to build stalking cases, support victims, aswell as working to create a serial stalker register as most stalkers are regular offenders.

What's the best advice you’ve been given?

Believe and trust in yourself - you can do and be anything you want.

What is your proudest achievement in work?

Successfully spearheading two major law reform campaigns on stalking and domestic violence to better protect victims in England and Wales. The stalking law reform campaign was the shortest most successful campaign in Parliament (achieved in 15 months), I was told, until the domestic violence law reform campaign (achieved in 12 months). The domestic violence law whereby coercive control became a crime in 2015 is the first law of it's kind in the world. My hope is that other countries will follow suit.

And, of course, there's Paladin, National Stalking Advocacy Service - the only trauma informed national stalking advocacy service in the world, which has assisted over 2000 victims since it's launch in 2013. Without this service, so many would have suffered in silence. The team are lifelines to many.

What do you most dislike about contemporary culture?

The shit girls and women deal with on a daily basis and feel we have to put up with, and simply shouldn't. It's the double standards and casual sexism that is commonplace and the abuse and death threats that happens at the click of a button online when we dare voice our opinion with serious impact just because we are women. Yet so many people say and do nothing about it.

Not all stalkers have a mental disorder. However, when people fixate it’s clear there are psychological issues of some description.

What's your favourite city?

London - it's my home city and when the sun is shining, simply put, it's hard to beat! Steeped in history and culture, surrounded by beautiful buildings and with a river running through it, the diversity of people, smattering of fabulous and unique bars, restaurants and music - what's not to love

What do you like most about the age we live in?

The ability to travel and explore. I love adventures and experiencing new cultures and with the shrinking world and ability to hop on a plane, why would you not? Next stop... the moon!

If you have been a victim of any form of stalking or would like help, contact Paladin 

Laura Richards: Criminal Behavioural Analyst www.laurarichards.co.uk

To Donate to Paladin please click here: https://www.justgiving.com/campaigns/charity/paladin-nsas/stalking-takes-lives

#STALKING CYBERSTALKING PALADIN LAURARICHARDS ONLINE ABUSE HARASSMENT SUPPORT

[katebishop]

ARGHHH IM SO ANGRY ABOUT STILL STAR CROSSED BC ITS SUCH A GREAT SHOW BUT NO BODY WATCHED IT???!!! and tumblr's always complaining about the lack of diversity in shows but then the shows with diversity??? (i.e The Get Down, Sense8, STILL STAR CROSSED) NOPE NO ONE BATS AN EYE THEY'RE ALL WATCHING RIVERDALE OR WHATEVER. im so bitter and had to vent sorry

oh man i feel you it sucks because abc gave it no promotion in the first place so fuck them but once people saw something about it on tumblr they could have tried it? i know a lot of people did gain interest bc of tumblr but it sure as hell would have been a load more if the show was white

and the standards it was held up to (like most shows with poc) were so much higher than white period dramas like reign. like,, people were proper complaining about historical inaccuracy in this FICTIONAL SHOW BASED ON A FICTIONAL BOOK BASED ON A FICTIONAL PLAY SET IN ITALY WRITTEN BY AN ENGLISHMAN (who, as far as i know, never even visited the country)

and as a white girl who lives in the uk right now it pisses me off that i couldn’t do anything to help the ratings and i can’t even imagine just how upsetting it must be for poc - and especially dark skinned black women - to have yet another show taken from them. i’m literally so so sorry

and honestly?? i feel like there would have been more hope of a renewal if it was on the cw because they look at social media presence more than ratings - i mean, they renewed riverdale so. - but that would ruin the show no doubt. or maybe freeform?? idk much about american networks/channels/whatever they’re called lmao. bottom line is - fuck anyone who could have helped the ratings but didn’t cause it ‘didn’t look like something they would like’ and fuck abc

#sorry i droned on a bit lmao #still star crossed #ssc #anon #answers

[rlyrileyhope-blog]

More Than.

The #Immorethan project (created by me) is a way for people to convey that they are more than whatever is or used to hold them back. It’s a way to rip off the “bandaid” of pressure whether be put on by society, family, school, or even ourselves- it’s a way to show what we’re overcoming or what we’ve overcame. 

Part of a vital process of healing or coming to terms is talking about it. The most difficult, yet most necessary part; opening up. Inviting others in, to help the healing. 

To start with, I rounded up an inspirational and talented group of models and photographers. After not being able to decide what I wanted to do for this shoot and just knowing I wanted people’s voices to be heard and others to be inspired; including myself- this is what the concept I came up with and with the help of a team, we achieved.

 I told models to write something negative that’s impacted them throughout their lives on a white shirt and underneath, on a colored shirt, start the phrase “I’m More Than” and finish it.

So on Saturday, January 21st, we met at Pulse Nightclub to create this masterpiece. Below are photos from the event as well as a models’ opening up and some sharing with you; #ImMoreThan 

Ripping the hurt, the past, and the pain off and throwing it away

Models (L to R): Zee Lavelle, Dedrianna Siracusa, Anna Reed, Angel Aguilar, Patrick Gold, Leira Lynn (with son, Leon)

Photographers (from top to bottom): Godbodiii Visuals, Ethe Price, Joey G. Neas

Front to Back: Anna Reed, Angel Aguilar; Photographed by Joey G. Neas

Model: Angel Aguilar; Photographed by: Joey G. Neas

Model: Angel Aguilar; Photographed by GodBodiii Visuals

Model: Angel Aguilar; Photographed by Ethe Price

“Immature. Im-mature. I'm mature. It's a long story why I chose this word. This word reminded me of my past.

It started with a childhood/lover of mine. We have been together for great 8 years. There has been been a lot of things that happened. I moved here in the US with family and left him in the Philippines. I have no choice. After 8 months, we broke up. It's not the distance but this word that I have. How maturity works on us. Mature couples don't "fall in love", they know that they are in love. Love is not just a sudden feeling, it's a feeling that you grow and raise with. Relationships with such immaturity always has questions. "Who?" "When?" "How?" Full of uncertainty. "Does he love me?" "Is he cheating or seeing somebody else?" "Will it be forever for us?" There is no trust. Mature relationships don't need these questions because they already know the answers for them. They have T-R-U-S-T.

We didn't know each other that well and how this "maturity" works that's why we didn't work. A few months past, we realized that without love, immaturity will prevail. In LOVE, there is trust and everything will just come in to place in their own right time. You FEEL extraordinary things and most importantly you FOLLOW YOUR HEART.”

---Angel Aguilar

Model: Dedrianna Siracusa; Photographed By: Ethe Price

Model: Dedrianna Siracusa; Photographed By: GodBodiii Visuals

Model: Dedrianna Siracusa; Photographed By: Ethe Price

“We often ask small children what do you want to be when you grow up. I've never once heard a girl respond "I want to be an object". Yet, that's what is still occuring in 2017. We have a president that coined the phrase "grab them by the pussy", further objectifying women. What I wear, what I drink or what I say doesn't determine my worth. I want to remind each of you we are more than our bodies, more than our height, weight or skin color. There is so much more to me than what you see. I have dreams and goals, tears and fears. My body does not define who I am or how you will treat me!”

---Dedrianna Siracusa

Models (L to R): Zee Lavelle, Patrick Gould, Dedrianna Siracusa; Photographed by: Ethe Price

Model: Patrick Gould; Photographed by: Ethe Price

Model: Patrick Gould; Photographed by: Ethe Price

“So I chose sinner because I have been called this word before by somebody who is very religious. It was in an attempt to bash my sexuality and who I am as a person. They told me I was going to burn in hell for being gay. Instead of responding with hate I told them that is their opinion and if they wish to think so then that is their right. I reminded myself that who I am is not wrong and this is my life and I can live it how I want. So I continue to stay true to myself and be who I am.”

---Patrick Gould

Model: Anna Reed; Photographed by: Ethe Price

Model: Anna Reed; Photographed by: Joey G. Neas

Model: Anna Reed; Photographed by: Godbodiii Visuals

“Social justice, current issues. Sometimes I think I don't have much to say here because my issues aren't necessarily current issues nor do they have much to do with social justice. After careful contemplation, though, I realized that every issue, every pain is worth addressing no matter how small. This is a little of my story and while some endured much more pain, I think it is time for me to raise my own voice. Mistake. It's the first thing your eyes are drawn to upon glancing at this shirt and it's also the first thing that comes to mind when I think of things that I have been labeled as, things that have hurt me deeper than words can express. Mistake, like all labels, is just a word. It can be used in many contexts but when it is placed in an angry tirade and hurled at a sobbing preteen girl by someone who is supposed to love her, it becomes a dagger that slices through the proverbial arteries feeding her very soul. To be told that "God makes mistakes and you are one of them" is enough to crush anyone not to mention someone who is already fragile and breaking from physical and emotional abuse.Stupid girl. I have never felt very smart. Sure, I didn't do too shabby in college but I don't think the same way everyone else does. I learn differently. I process things and think about things in my own way. My mind is more creative than it is analytical but somehow I was still stupid. As a child, my reactions were never quick enough. I fidgeted and twitched when I was nervous and my words became a tangled mess as they tried to exit my mouth. As an adult, my adrenaline pumps at the thought of public speaking, singing, tests, and even talking to new people. What if I say something dumb? What if I am too stupid to take this class? I catch myself assuming I am still that "stupid girl" that was unable to perform to some unknown set of standards that kept becoming more impossible no matter how hard I tried. Fat. That word is like a constant needle prick. It's not enough to do extensive damage on the surface but it still causes pain and sometimes irreparable damage. For the record, I was never "overweight." The stress of growing up the way I did actually made me thin- thin to the point that I couldn't keep weight on to keep my clothes in place but somehow I was still "fat." I went to college and gained weight- almost 55 pounds the first semester and it gave some merit to the word. Anytime I have gained weight whether during pregnancy or the holidays, that word rings in my ears.Ugly. It usually came with the previous label. "Fat and ugly." They were friends, besties really, and took up permanent residence in my memory after hearing them so many times. When I look in the mirror, they dance in my head. They taunt me when someone gives me a compliment so much so that I feel I must correct them. /react-text 
react-text: 59 Worthless, nothing. I don't know which is worse- to be told you are worthless and have no purpose or to be told you are nothing. Nothing. Irrelevant. Invisible. Nonexistent. I am the girl who can be in a crowd and feel absolutely alone. I am the girl who has to fight every day to feel relevant, to feel useful in some small way. You only have to hear these words once for them to have a deep impact.Unstable. When you hear "unstable" you might think unpredictable even dangerous, on one minute and completely off the next. It's hard to remember positive things when you have so many hurtful and negative memories haunting you. Somehow this makes you negative, it makes you unstable. This label was haphazardly pasted on me by someone I thought was a friend at one of the most painful times in my adult life- the sudden loss of my brother. I was pregnant, living away from family, working late hours, and now trying to grasp on how to handle this hole in my heart. I had never done anything worthy of being called unstable and yet here I was. Instead of a warm hug, I was given a new name. I was held at arms length while they gossiped about their perception of me. No one knew my hurt and they certainly weren't trying to find out. Instead they stood back and stabbed me in the back. I began to wonder if I really was crazy. Maybe they saw something I couldn't. Maybe if I try to be happy and chipper they will think differently. Or maybe it would just be one more thing to drive me deeper in my shell."You need me." There is a reason I wrote these words around the neckline. These are the words that had a strangle hold on me for years, choking the life out of any confidence I tried to develop, making sure I knew I couldn't do anything alone. "You need me." It's not a label per say but it was something I was told over and over again. I was a victim of sexual assault. I never thought I would say those words. I never thought I would have enough guts to tell but here I am. You would think that anyone in that situation would end it and walk away but I couldn't. I was a prisoner, not in a physical sense but in a mental and emotional one. I had no one to talk to and nowhere to go. And I needed him. He made sure of that. No one else understood and I couldn't make it without his support. I was convinced. I was obedient but I hated every minute of it. As I sit here typing these words so many years later, my stomach wrenches as much now as it did while I lived it. I had no idea what was happening to me but I knew I couldn't live that way. I don't remember what miracle pulled me out but even then it took me over a year to find a way to cut all ties. I still have nightmares. I still struggle to tell myself I can do it alone, I can stand on my own two feet. Labels do not define me. They are a description and not an accurate one at that. They are an assumption, a false conclusion and a closer look at me will prove it. Today, I choose to cut this noose. I choose to share the little of my story that has taken me years to tell. It may not be all of it but it's a start. I choose to symbolically shed ALL of these labels. Beneath all these words and beneath all this pain lives a person, a human being. I bleed red. I breathe air. I need respect, love, friendship, and understanding as much as the person next to me. I have a mind and a soul that is worth so much more than a few calloused assumptions. I am capable of beautiful things. I care and I love no matter how many times I am hurt. Because I am more than words.”

---Anna Reed

Believe and love yourself. You are more than your challenges, your situation- whatever it may be. You are more than it and you will overcome.

Models: Leira and Leon Photographed by: Jennifer Slak

Model: Leira Lynn; Photographed by: Ethe Price

Models: Zee Lavelle and Patrick Gould; Photographed by: Ethe Price

Models: Angel Aguilar and Anna Reed; Photographed by: Ethe Price

Model: Zee Lavelle; Photographed by: Godbodiii Visuals

Model: Patrick Gould; Photographed By: Godbodiii Visuals

Models: Zee Lavelle and Dedrianna Siracusa; Photographed by: Godbodiii Visuals

Models: Zee Lavelle, Dedrianna Siracusa, Angel Aguilar; Photographed by: Godbodii Visuals

All Models Present; Photographed by: Godbodiii Visuals

All Models Present; Photographed by: Godbodiii Visuals

#im more than project #project #immorethan #more than #more than meets the eye #story #blog #black and white #styling #hope #inspration #inspiring #past #present #future #anxiety #eating #group #lgbt #pulse #one pulse #photography #stories #immature #sinner #mistake #body positive #mean #attitude #addiction

[jungkook97]

[1] hi :) i've been kinda afraid to put this out there publicly but i love your answers so i was wondering if you had any opinions on this. first, i think it's really, really important that we criticize gd over this BS. however, it makes me really upset that somehow this only comes up when it's gd that's problematic and no one ever points out other problematic misogynistic behavior in bb. like, gd is an easy target so they dont mind tweeting about feminism...but when it's their bias that acts +

mi friend!!! ur second ask got eaten but i will post the other parts :(

[3] i come from a country where the same sort of double standards held back my education and my career. and they are extremely, extremely harmful norms to be embedded in society. but no top stans and no vips said anything, even the ones that are blasting gd now. so i guess im just confused and upset and kinda angry b/c they only seem to want to be feminist when it’s about one member, but not their own bias. and honestly im a little afraid to say anything b/c no one else has said anything either [4] it kinda makes me think i’m being crazy or oversensitive or something. but i’m also really conflicted that the fandom is apparently only going to point out misogyny when it’s gd or when it’s escalated into abuse. this was kinda a hot mess of an ask so pls don’t feel pressured to answer. ive just been thinking on this topic a lot these last few days and your posts have helped me a lot with that thought process. thanks so much for reading :)

i do agree that gd’s a pretty target at times because yeah, gd is very problematic, but we also shouldn’t look past the other fuckups with other 4 members. top does have a history of misogyny (his recent comment about how he hates women who drinks on i think radio star got me saying “bOI no”) and let’s not even start how he killed a woman in the loser mv. i remember he also said he hates women who curses too. he also appropriated basquiat’s hair in the same mv. youngbae is notorious for appropriating black culture, and his recent comment about wanting to experience black pain is extremely gross on all levels. same goes with seungri making sexist comments (look back on what he said about creating ggbe, and his sex scandal and how he came off super dick-y during incarnation about the scandal). i actually don’t have any receipts on daesung, but he’s made less than favorable comments towards seungri several times before.

you can really find any receipt on all of them, and they should be talked more often (especially with seunghyun, i feel like he honestly doesn’t get called out that much bc he’s gorgeous and is about to enlist :/), however, this conversation about jiyong supporting kingmck is very important. tbh i think it’s more important than the offenses that the other 4, at least to me anyways.

#replies #anonymous

[hieisdarkdragonchick]

I do not know what i am

I was raised by men, and i can appreciate a really pretty girl when i see one, i tend to think every girl is pretty, but i know which ones align with the standards of those men.

I was not allowed to talk about the attractiveness of men. But i was forced to constantly hear some very derogatory things about attractive women.

I was not allowed to speak out about it.

I was to sit, and wait and follow orders.

My job was the kitchen and the laundry and the cooking and the cleaning and all of the things that men 'shouldnt have to do'.

When guest came over i was put in the spare room and they were given mine..

When i was 12 a man came to stay and he was given my room.

He was nice at first, he saw that i liked books and he showed me his collection.

He noticed i liked crafts and he would give me money to make him things.

He seemed nice, and he was foriegn so he had many interesting stories.

He gave me coins from different places.

But his hugs were too tight.

The way he hugged me was weird and it made me uncomfortable.

I became wary of him.

I wasnt sure if he had touched me on purpose or not.

I was ordered to hug him, he was my uncle after all. (Recently, at the time, married to my great aunt and staying with us while the house got fixed apparently).

I avoided him. He would catch me washing laundry and 'help' me by commenting on my underwear, make an excuse to corner me when no one was looking and touch me in places i did not want to be touched. He would say if i told i would get into trouble, everyone would think i was to blame. It was my fault. I should thank him for teaching me how to be a big girl.

He asked in front of everyone if i was angry at him for something.

I was embarrassed, frightened. He was smiling behind that stupid glass, i knew he was cornering me, but i was afraid to tell them why i was afraid.

Everyone was staring at me.

I said no.

Things got worse, he wanted to teach me grown up things, he would sneak into the guest room while i was sleeping and i would wake up with his tongue down my throat. I couldnt sleep anymore. I would hide under the covers and pray that someone would see what was happening and help me. He would tell me if i told he would kill my whole family in thier sleep. I was afraid. I never said a word. Eventually he left. It didnt make me feel better. i tried to get on with my life. To pretend like it never happened, like i was normal...

I was put on birth control at a young age but was told it was to help with my period and that it was 'not because we dont trust you'

I never did anything against the rules.

I stayed between the lines.

I read books in the dead of night while my brothers snuck out to party.

I caught them with cigarettes and remembered what my DARE instructor had said about them. I snatched them and ran and i destroyed them and tossed them over the fence, useless.

I cried in my junior year when a boy took off his shirt and i saw that he had abs. It was part mortification and part awe because I didn't know that six packs actually existed.

I played sports, and i liked them, but i quit because my father and grandfather turned everything into an excuse to scream and yell. It stopped being fun.

I was never allowed to correct them even when i had proof that they were wrong. Proof did not matter, the science was wrong the book was wrong, simply because the man of the house is always right.

I graduated high school, and for once was told by my father that he was proud of me.

But it was not for studying hard, or graduating, it was not for the scholarship or my decision to try college.

It was for not getting pregnant and bringing dishonor on our family.

There had never been a chance of that.

I was never alone except with my books in the dead of night.

It hurt because i was the one who followed the rules.

I decided on a college and was shot down, if i went there, i was told 'you are abandoning the family just like your mother'.

I went to a different college instead, the one my father graduated from, it was 30 minutes away and if i was late getting home even by five minutes he would get into his truck and come looking for me.

He would demand to know why i was late when i met him on the road and get upset if the answer was anything other than 'the teacher held us back'.

I eventually worked up the courage to apply to the college i originally chose. I did it hesitantly behind his back, because i wanted out.

I got accepted and i worked hard to get there, arguements abounded and when i moved in i was alone.

It hurt because i was afraid.

I had always been given orders someone else always knew what to do.

But i was in unfamiliar territory.

I was 100 miles away.

Not far, but far enough.

Too far according to them.

I made friends, i worked hard.

I still felt guilty.

Afraid.

I felt as if they would show up around the corner every time i made a decision.

I was always looking over my shoulder.

One 'friend' decided to catch me in the parking lot once on my way to the dorms from work. I was cornered between my open car door and him.

He grabbed me and groped me and i cried and i was terrified and someone just so happened to walk by and recognize me, they didnt see what was happening but they called out to me and it gave me an escape, because he backed off, there were people watching.

I hid in crowds after that.

I avoided him.

I made the walks from class to class as short and inconspicuous as possible.

He was angry.

He caught me between classes, and demanded that i apologise for my behavior.

He threatened me, he was a black belt, he was wearing a gi, sweating from his class. His eyes were blue and they terrified me, not just because of the grip he had on my wrist, but because my fathers eyes turned that exact shade of blue when he blacked out from rage.

Another guy saw what was happening and jumped to my defense.

He got slammed into the wall for his troubles, and lifted off the ground.

More people came to investigate the yelling and he was gone.

But i lived in terror from then on.

Afraid he would be around the corner.

Afraid to leave my dorm room.

Afraid to eat alone.

Eventually he disappeared.

I hesitantly got back into a routine, but i refused to walk even short distances alone.

I did my best to stay surrounded by people until i was home behind a locked door.

I missed my family, the protection they offered.

I found a familiar face, from high school and he asked me out and i agreed, because i knew him, because he understood my fears and he promised he could protect me. He reminded me of home, and of safety.

But after awhile he demanded that we have sex. He said it was because he loved me, because its what couples did.

I had never been interested in sex, but i did it because it seemed like it was expected of me.

I never enjoyed it and always felt awful afterwards, in a few cases i just felt used.

But he told me if i got pregnant he would abandon me.

I should lose weight.I ate like a pig I was a bad person if i didn't want to do it.

I thought its what i was supposed to do when i dated someone for a long time.

After it ended i felt so awful and gross i couldnt scrub off his fingerprints.

I felt stupid.

I felt used.

I felt like trash.

I had agreed to it, but it wasn't fun, it didnt feel good, i hated myself.

I worried for a solid month.

He decided from then on that i owed it to him.

When i finally worked up the courage to break it off i had decided that i hated men.

But i met someone three years ago who changed my feelings.

I dont know what happened but i sort of automatically trusted him.

He was constantly worried about doing something that would make me uncomfortable and if he asked me if i was uncomfortable and i said yes he would immediately back off.

When we finally did have sex he was worried he might have hurt me or made me uncomfortable to the point that I actually felt really safe and relaxed and it was almost funny to me how concerned he was.

The thing is... I actually really enjoyed it for once.

Not just the sex.

But his personality...

How concerned he was. he was awkward and worried and kind and gentle

No one had ever treated me gently before.

Even now, after three years he always asks, he always worries, he is always gentle and careful and kind.

Despite everything he thinks im pretty, he doesn't yell, he never yells. He always asks if I'm okay, if i am afraid of someone he takes me away from them, if i am anxious he soothes me. We have our own little bubble, I dont have to worry when he is with me.

I want to run away with him and never look back.Maybe then i can imagine for awhile that we are the only two people in the universe. That all those bad things were just a nightmare. That i woke up to his face and he told me that i was safe and none of it was real. That i will always be safe, that he will always be here, that nothing in the universe can ever take him away from me. That i wont be alone again and i dont have to be afraid of anyone or anything. But when he is gone, even if its just to work, i am alone, i am afraid, i dont want to exist, existence is worry and fear and darkness when he is not here, there is danger in places that i used to think were safe.

He worries too, he gives me tools to protect myself, small weapons and sprays, we can't afford much. I don't know if they will be enough, i jump when a stranger approaches me in a parking lot, when someone i dont know speaks to me in a library, i fiddle with the pepper spray as i pump gas and with the knife as i pay for it. All the doors are locked, if he leaves the vehicle i am with him. Its gotten dangerous lately, people getting abducted, raped, sold. Always from the person asking for help or seemingly just looking for a pleasant chat.... I am safe with him, i can not sleep if he is not there with me. And everyone tells me i am stupid for being afraid. That i spend too much time with him. That we are too attached and its not normal. That not being able to sleep wothout him is silly and i am being ridiculous. They don't understand why i cant sleep, why i am afraid, why i have anxiety attacks when they corner me or try to fix me. The therapists says my problem is that i am afraid to be angry. I should use i statements, i am afraid to tell her everything that no one else knows, so i write it here instead. Because maybe someone will understand why i cant say any of this out loud. Why i am afraid. Maybe someone can tell me how to be brave, and strong and how to sleep with the light off.

[brokenhartt-blog]

Why I hate my mirror

my mirror. MY mirror. I hate that mirror. I hate all mirrors . Its funny how you can hate something, an inanimate object that has done nothing to you. Its funny how you can hate something because of you. everytime I look in a mirror i get angry. angry at the mirror for showing my reflection and angry at myself for looking like the reflection I see. You see... society has told me that how i look is unhealthy .. im ugly . They say it is not okay to have a stomach, thighs, chubby arms and cellulite... but to be skinny, small so a man can “handle it”... see now im angry because suddenly everyone has a doctors degree when they see a big girl minding her business being confident. being happy... but nobody wants to play priest when a skinny girl takes a picture, naked with nothing but a thong in between her cheeks. hashtag goals? No. y’all got these boys minds corrupted with the thought that “ yo girl gotta have a flat stomach, big boobs but not too big, thick thighs but not to thick, a fat ass but not to wide and not to fat.. but big though.” Lol. Okay. but a girl is stuck up because she doesn’t want to mess with your homie with his stomach hanging out his clothes... Nope let me be quiet. cause thats what I have to do nowadays because when I talk too much I make some people mad. because they know im right. they know how they hold women up to these impossible standards and they are embarressed.... more embarrassed than when you told me your homeboy wanted to “get on that with me” while he’s in the distance screaming “HELL NAW” while you all laugh at me like im a joke. Like im something.. no... SOMEONE who doesn’t have feelings.. who doesn’t deserve love... a disgusting creature. Disgusting . Ugly. fat unwanted. disgusting. ugly . fat . unwanted . I swear.... I swear ... I SWEAR, I hate myself. I hate myself. correction. I hated myself. correction. I still do hate myself. Im sorry. I cant. I can’t. I cannot and will not pretend to be the confident fat girl everyone wants me to be just because... because no one likes a depressed girl with low self esteem right? Im supposed to toughen up. All my life I’ve been under the impression that I am just an ugly fat girl that will never be loved but suddenly I am supposed to be confident? ... that’s not something I know. i don’t Know how to love myself. Why should I? Everyone is thinking the same thing.. that I shouldn’t like the way I look because im not skinny... im not beautiful.. i need to lose weight.... How is that fair? why should I be held up to that standard? you don’t know what i’ve been through , what has been said to me, done to me, said about me You don’t know, you don’t care and you don’t care to know... but you know what’s funny? The same people telling me “Im not fat “ and that im “beautiful” are the first ones to call me fat when we beef. How can you comment on a problem that you are a key part in... how can that be? well figure that out, think about it and get back to me.