He brings up a discussion on verbal consent vs body language. I just want people's opinions on it. Is this a generation difference thing, or a twitter thing? Or something only within the fandom?
I saw a similar thing to him, the tweets people had made me think they were 13, and I was shocked to see most were in their early 20s.
I'm an older fan who hasn't been on this side of the mycft community until the controversy, just a casual Philza fan here. For me body language is actually a normal thing in hook up culture.
It's just a bit sad that his fans bullied him into having to act like this from now on.
Because I will tell you as women this would suck if a guy has to verbally ask for every little thing.
Trigger Warning: Sexual Situations.
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I'm A Telepath Too, Love. (Part 1)
[Alternate Universe Gen-Z OC]
The evening was melting into the darkness. The moon was starting to appear as the sun was losing it's blaze to the night. The air had become chillier and stars were appearing and disappear into uneven fog patterns.
I wouldn't say it was a quiet night but it was peaceful. All of students and professors had earned their degrees and the air was filled with joy.
I wasn't meant to be here.
Sometimes, if you're a little too into your little world, it may come true. Let's just say (random date) I went off to sleep and I woke up on the streets.
My entire body felt numb at that time. Random people walking past me speaking in British accent. I was like what was going on??!! Everything was starting to become louder. It was like the entire world's population was screaming into my ears.
Then I heard a familiar voice. You won't believe what I saw. I saw him. And her. Together. Just like in the movie. It was James and Jennifer, I mean Charles and Raven. They were dressed the exact same way as they in the movie. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to fangirl or figure how to myself off the streets.
Magically, a note along with a backpack appeared. The note said:
You have been accepted into the universe you desired to be in. Everything has been kept ready for you. What you do from now on, is upto you now. An entire timeline is in your hands. Any errors, that may happen, will not be rectified or resurrected. Good Luck! This is a no refund policy. No turning back now.
~TVA
I was astonished. What was going on? This is too good to be true.
I slapped myself. Once. Twice. This was too rushed. All too sudden.
Strangers were giving me weird looks. The voices weren't getting better. Everything was too loud.
But, I knew what I had to. With all my marvel movies and comic book knowledge along with a mountain of fanfiction knowledge, I knew where I had to begin first.
Charles Xavier. I'm coming for you. I know, a cheesy way to say it but that's me and I'm not changing myself for anyone.
I quickly got up and shrugged off all dust on me. I took my backpack off and noticed all the things I needed were there. Most importantly, a key to a house.
I wasn't sure where I was going, but I reached a place. For some reason, it was like I knew where I was heading. Well, a mansion to be precise. It wasn't the Xavier mansion if you're wondering. My (your last name) was written outside stating it was private property.
It was a beautiful mansion tho. I'm not like a rich rich person. But I wasn't super broke either. Let's just say I was middle class.
It was an average mansion. A beautiful garden and a fountain. Huge backyard extending to the forests. And well, a rusted gate. As usual, my life never liked me in the first place or ever gone easy on me.
After a struggle of thirty minutes, I opened the entrance gate partially. I got in surprisingly without the dramatic scene in movies where birds fly out and clouds covering the moon and all that shit.
Me being excited puppy I am, barged into the mansion, well my mansion, got lost thrice, kept going circles in the same and finally figured out where was what. And of course, found my favorite place, I mean my home, the kitchen.
Thank god, wait thank the TVA, all food was stocked. I'm atheist so God technically doesn't apply to me.
Well, then I did the usual. Took a shower. Ate some noodles. Unfortunately, my phone wasn't there. Neither there was any modern technology. So the geyser system for hot water was different. I had to go down to the basement and switch it on there and come back and fill the hot water and take bath and then go back down to the basement and switch it off so the entire house doesn't burn down.
Then, my favorite, the best part, unfortunately could not be fulfilled. The voices were there but it was better. Maybe because I was far away from the crowd. But it wasn't low enough for me to get some sleep.
At 11AM, roughly, the voices became low and I could get a good sleep of 5 hrs and then morning voices came up. And don't worry, I knew where to get my telepathy fixed.
So yeah, it was definitely worse than the iPhone alarm.
Then I remembered, I had to figure myself out. I had to find a place. Someone has to know about this. Charles Xavier would have graduation today. I don't know how I know that, but I just did at the moment.
Then, the same routine. Shower. Breakfast. Go to Oxford.
I don't know, but for some reason I seemed to all the routes and areas.
Then, finally, I saw them.
It was almost like the feeling of eating candy after a long time. But again, the weather wasn't exactly the best. It was cloudy and humid. No ray of sunlight passing through the clouds. The air was getting chillier indicating I clearly didn't dress up for the occasion.
Who am I kidding? I never dress up for any occasion properly.
PART 2
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Gen Z vs Millennials
Sorry for the clickbait-y title but I truly do not understand when some millennials have disdain for Gen Z.
As an elderly millennial (yes, I was born in the '80s), I am frequently amazed at the things Gen Z is capable of.
Most recently, I finally joined Tumblr and started following fellow AO3 writers. The shock (in a good way) I had when I saw some of my favs being in their 20's. Like, 20 something year old me could *never*.
And it's across media, too. Some of the Gen Z folks I know have phenomenal skills when it comes to creating video edits, creating fan art, coming up with memes, gifs, you name it.
All while having gone to school thru an entire pandemic and the dystopic world we have inherited from previous generations.
At 21, I had zero idea I was non-binary and queer. I was chasing after pipe dreams of "I could retire someday if I get a corporate job" and unavailable idiots.
Y'all have a handle on your gender, sexuality, *and* can do a character study of KinnPorsche.
So, if you're Gen Z and reading this and wondering if you're doing ok : you're doing great, honestly.
Keep on keeping on. I'm proud of you.
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