#norm man sadly

[no1ryomafan]

Me: Taking off my ship goggles, while the polycule jokes are funny the intention with the Getter Team was less romance and more so a strong friendship that turns into brotherhood. It’s still about how relationships are important, but less of the angle of love and more of having comrades will make facing conflicts easier, even if you may be ripped away from your friends-

Also me: There is absolutely zero platonic explanation without shipping goggles on to explain why the FUCK Ryoma said “oh so you want me to bite you?” in such a playful tone with a grin on his face to Hayato simply calling him a watchdog, that’s straight up flirting.

#meg text #getter robo #I’ve been thinking about “how unintentionally fruity” getter is again #I’m someone who’s okay with ships not being canon especially when it comes to the gays #since I sadly expect it and while there’s some expectations it’s a norm for a very older series #(now if they did another getter reboot and made it actually gay *grins* but that’s a pipe dream) #tbh the reason they’ve probably never done teammate romance next to their hardly being girls is to not ruin the friendship aspect #which is respectable even if MAKE THEM POLY YOU FUCKING COWARDS #(I say as man I need to draw more RyoBen art too) #but also I will never not laugh that they expect us to think it’s believable for hayato and ryoma to get wives #even if they have a purpose to exist for THOSE TWO ALSO USE TO SLEEP IN THE SAME BEDS TOGETHER #they literally have the aura of two repressed gays who are crazy for each other but are clueless to it #oh and not to get angsty but new getter is incredibly more tragic to me viewing it under the lens that hayato liked ryoma ; ‘)

[honeytae]

the right choice - jk

pairing: college student! jk x college student! oc

genre: fluff, friends to lovers/mutual pining

summary: for as long as you’ve known jungkook, you would think that you’ve witnessed all sides of him. but when you notice the way he’s looking at you right now, you think you may be wrong about that.

warnings: loosely based off the song yes or no, mutual pining but they’re both so clueless, IT’S SO OBVIOUS, it’s finals season so OC is stressed tf out, this jk is such a boy but he’s so sweet, he calls her pookie, OC is affectionately fed up with him but oh well, there’s a santa hat appearance, the tats and lip piercings are here to stay, vulnerability grosses the OC out, hand holding is the norm, SUSPENSE, kissing, teeny tiny bit of making out at the end

word count: 4.6k

the air in your dorm room is uncharacteristically quiet. you can almost feel that the peace won’t last long in your bones, especially with your best friend jungkook sitting a mere foot from you.

jungkook was known as the most extroverted introvert on campus. quiet at first, but once you made it into his inner circle, you were in for endless spur-of-the-moment spontaneity and long nights full of utter chaos. for now, though, you enjoy the comfortable, delightful silence in the otherwise overstimulation of your brain.

unsurprisingly, the silent scrolling of your thumb along your phone screen is soon interrupted by an oversalted pretzel smacking you on the knuckle, sadly falling to your bedspread.

“ew, jungkook!” you whine, retrieving it from your duvet cover and swiping the salt grains off the previously clean fabric. you shoot a warning look at the man sitting opposite you on your bed when he dares to snicker while watching you clean his mess.

“are you twelve?” you ask while popping the pretzel into your mouth, jungkook smirking as he leans forward to rest on his elbows

“you love it,” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows to get you to crack a smile.

“yeah, whatever,” you relent, sliding your phone into your hoodie pocket.

it’s almost like any other tuesday you two spent in your dorm. the only difference is that you have nothing but time since classes are canceled with the impending blizzard outside. there is a uniquely calming air with no assignments forcing you to sit at your desk and keep you there the rest of the night.

you set your chin in your hand as you gaze out the window, the sound of jungkook’s foot repetitively tapping on your bed frame fading into the background as you watch the flurrying snow catapulting down to whichever surface it finds first. it’s funny, you think. you used to love the snow as a kid, count down the days until the next snowstorm struck. but then you got old, you suppose; it became a stressor for you, another thing you had to deal with rather than indulge in.

“hey, what’s up with you today?”

you blink a few times after registering jungkook’s voice closing in on you, finally breaking eye contact with the window and glancing over at your inquisitive friend.

you barely suppress a snort when you realize he has a Santa hat on his head, when the fuck did he acquire that?

but as usual, it’s a ploy to get you to break a smile, and it works.

“am i acting weird?” you wonder, shifting forward so you can smack the fur ball at the end of his hat, the impact making it lay over his other shoulder. you barely stifle a laugh at the abruptness of the action, jungkook overdramatically cocking an eyebrow at you as you pet it down the right way again.

“you’re just,” he waves his hands around, gesturing wildly in an attempt to convey what he can’t verbally, “distant, i guess,” he settles on.

you suppress a smile at his struggle to express himself, an oddly charming trait you’d gotten to appreciate over the time you’d known him.

“sorry koo. i’m just a little out of it, i guess. i haven’t had much of an attention span since finals started,” you sigh, jungkook humming to himself before curling his lips up to touch his nose. it was a quirk of his you’d noticed years ago, one that meant he was thinking. it had you equally excited and terrified at the same time, because jungkook’s ideas were never… simple.

you raise your eyebrows as you watch him stand up from his seat on the end of your bed, making his way across the room and collecting his coat and yours from the hooks on your door.

“what are you doing?”

jungkook doesn’t answer you with words, instead, he just drops your coat beside you and quickly starts digging in your closet to toss you a hat.

“if you make a mess in that closet, you’re cleaning it,” you remind him, rolling your eyes at the immediate clatter noise punctuating your words.

“oops,” he mumbles, standing up and waving you off before you can say anything else. “it’s fine, i put everything back!”

you don’t fully believe him, but you know he has more respect for you than to leave your closet a complete disaster, so you hope for the best.

“if you say so,” your voice ends on a higher note, giving away your skepticism as you roll the hat on over your head.

“to answer your question, we are getting out of here for a while,” he finally explains the sudden transition from your lazy day, “you’ve been studying way too hard. you’re literally smarter than most of the class, you have no reason to stress out as much as you do about this stuff,” he shrugs, and you try to ignore the way his words make your chest warm. it’s nice to hear it once in a while, you suppose.

“should we even be going out there? there’s an advisory out for like, the whole area,” you gesture out the window where the snow billows on, staring at jungkook as he holds out your jacket for you to put your arms into.

you do, hesitantly. he does the same, stating “we’ll make it quick, don’t worry,” leading you to the door where you both step into your boots.

your lazy afternoon is evident by both of your sluggish movements. despite the heaviness of your limbs, you feel a certain buzz whenever jungkook hatches an idea. you always, always have fun with him, no matter what’s on the agenda.

today is a rare day where school and work aren’t interfering with your respective schedules, the first one in about a month. you feel a little guilty about that, to be honest.

admittedly, you sometimes get so in your own head that it becomes easy to forget about calling or texting. luckily for you, jungkook is pretty good about staying in touch. he almost always stops by on his way home from class to give you snacks to get you through your night lecture, he sends you stupid memes at all hours of the night to remind you of your synched sense of humor, and makes a habit of facetiming you whenever he witnesses something so cool you just had to see it too.

spying him out of the corner of your eye, the fondness melts right off your face when you realize he’s still adorning that dumb santa hat. his hand extends to the door handle, and your eyes widen in panic as you say his name.

“hold on,” you said, reaching out for the door, “i am not stepping out with you in this hat,” you gesture to the red monstrosity covering jungkook's head.

“what? no way, the hat is staying,” he reaches for the door again, unbothered and ready to step out before you slap your hand against the door.

“jungkook, please,” you begged, staring into his twinkling eyes as he laid his hand over yours on the door handle, an impromptu staring contest starting between you two.

ah, yes. another thing that bonded you and jungkook was your stubbornness. neither one of you settled without a good fight.

“i am not leaving here until you take that hat off. also you need to promise me we aren’t doing anything illegal,” you extend your pinky with a determined knit of your eyebrows.

“i pinky promise,” he grins as he lazily bends his pinky around yours, “but the hat stays on, pookie.”

“okay then,” you act as if you are about to kick off your shoes as you walk back to your bed, grinning when you feel him wrap his arms around your waist to pull you back to him with a whiny “nuh uh!”

“yeah, huh! we are not walking around like santa and mrs. clause right now,” you huff, eyeing the way the hat sat on his head closer as you leaned back on his chest. you hate that he actually makes the hat work for him, but it doesn’t surprise you at all. on anyone else, it would look plain stupid. jungkook has the magic touch, though; every new style, hobby, and passion he tries looks good on him.

“fine, scrooge!” he relents, “but i get to walk you to the rest of your finals looking like this,” he poses, melting into a grin when you sigh in defeat.

“see! i can compromise,” he practically sings as he tosses the hat over to your desk, holding the door open for you and following you out into the hallway with a toothy grin that voices his triumph.

you shake your head in mock disappointment, unable to stop from grinning as you pat down your coat pocket to make sure you have your key with you before pulling the door shut.

“yeah, yeah. just don’t embarrass me in public today, you doofus.”

and he hasn’t, surprisingly. but by the time you get to your destination, which jungkook deemed top secret information, you are presented with another issue. the sun is now setting and the winds are starting to pick up at a brutal pace.

“this better be worth it,” you shiver, and you swear jungkook’s teeth are chattering beside you, but you honestly can’t tell with his puffer hood so far over his face and the pelting ice coming at you from all directions.

jungkook may respond but you don’t hear it, not when he grabs your hand and hisses at the nipping breeze, making the executive decision to lead you across the crosswalk to get into the parking lot.

when you finally look up from the ground, you squeeze his hand in excitement, spying a sign on the door with ‘Bakery & Cafe’ at the forefront.

jungkook eyes you when you uncharacteristically squeal, chortling to himself when you whisper an awe-struck, “heaven.”

“enjoy it, this is the only heaven you’ll get int- okay, okay!” he bellows out a belly laugh when you rip your hand from his and recoil it to your chest, letting him reclaim it with a huff.

“you know, sometimes i think you need a clamp on that mouth,” you purse your lips at your friend, who merely hums in response as he opens the door for you to step into the warm air of the cafe.

you both sigh at the contrast in temperature, shuffling further into the establishment to eye the menu.

“find a spot and i’ll order us some good shit,” he delegates, rolling his neck to look at you when you laugh through your nose.

“some good shit? i swear to god, you better not order the whole menu again. i got way too sick to even function last time we went out!” you remind him, jungkook grinning at the memory from last semester.

“hey, all that mattered was that you enjoyed it! trust me though, i wouldn’t do that to either of us again,” he says, your confused gaze softening as he lets his bottom lip protrude in a perfect pout. goddamn your best friend and his insane duality.

it was one of the things that intrigued you the most about him. your first impression of jungkook was that he looked scary, to be honest. the only color he ever wore back when you first met was black, he had a lip ring hooked over his bottom lip, and what looked like a skeletal hand tattooed on his forearm.

however, all of your expectations were proven wrong when you got paired to work with him on a project halfway through your first semester. he was softspoken and relatively reserved at first, but once you cracked his initial shyness, he laughed a lot…and in reality, he was insanely dorky.

“i was the one with the stomachache, koo,” you remind him, leaning against his arm as you waited for the person in front of you to finish ordering.

“yeah, but i had to go to class for a week without you! professor jung almost ate me alive,” he shuddered at the memory. you roll your eyes at his dramatics, directing them sideways to look at the man.

“anyways, i was just gonna order some hotteok,” he proposes nonchalantly, but it’s obviously feigned as he knows it’s one of your favorite snacks from childhood.

he smirks when you gasp and grip his arm, immediately bobbing your head in excitement.

“okay,” he grins, “i’m serious, go pick a spot. i’m paying tonight,” he wiggles his eyebrows, taking out a stack of cash from his latest weekend gig.

“wait, seriously? no way,” your brows knit together, taking a step back to eye him skeptically when he nods. “we always go halfsies. what did you do?”

he merely squints his eyes and shoves his shoulder into yours, instinctively reaching his arm around you when you sway with the force.

“i didn’t do anything. it’s christmas, stop questioning my kindness,” he sasses, pursing his lips as he crosses his arms stubbornly.

“oh!” you gasp, placing your hand over your heart, “in the spirit of christmas!” you can’t help the sarcasm dripping from your words, and jungkook can’t help the grin on his face from spreading wider by the second.

still, he rolls his eyes. “whatever dude, you suck,” he says, but his actions contradict his words when he reaches over to pick a stray string off of your hat that was annoyingly hanging over your nose.

with that, he moves forward to take his place in line, with you scooting off to find a window booth across the cafe.

when you’ve sat down and taken your bulky winter coat off, your gaze wanders out to the blistering snow again. you notice it’s coming down harder, and you can’t help but let your mind wander to your exams tomorrow, wondering if those would end up being canceled as well. it would be nice to get another day off with jungkook, you think.

you sit there for another few minutes before you are broken out of your finals trance once again when a mug is set down in front of you, sweet chocolate immediately filling your senses as you inhale the steam coming off the liquid inside of it.

“cocoa, too?” you smile, lifting the mug to observe the whipped cream melting further down into the cup.

“duh! now eat up,” he gestures to the steaming plate of hotteok in his hands, transferring it to the table as he takes a seat next to you.

you snort at the way he immediately digs into the sugary pancakes, eyes closing in satisfaction as his head bobs from side to side in approval at the taste. you love the way his nostrils flare and he almost looks angry when he thoroughly enjoys food.

“damn, these are good,” he voices his thoughts, both of you humming in unison when you take your first bite at the same time he takes his second one.

“no shit, i literally need this recipe,” you murmur, savoring the sweet spice of the cinnamon swirled through the pancake dough.

“you distract them and i’ll steal it,” jungkook responds through a mouthful of food, round cheeks lifting when you nod your head along to his plan.

“it looks like it’s getting worse out there,” he notes after a moment of silence. he notices your plate is empty and serves you another portion onto your side platter.

“okay, grandpa,” you tease, the man pulling a look of mocked offense as you continue, “if you recall, someone just had to pick today of all days to go on an adventure off campus,” you quipped, raising your eyebrows at the man as he smirked down at his own hot chocolate resting in his palms.

“and someone has to get you back safely too. so i’d appreciate if you enjoy what you can here and we can bring the rest back whenever you’re ready,” he purses his lips stubbornly, corners of his mouth turning upward when you roll your eyes despite taking another big bite of your snack.

when all is said and done and you are both slipping back into your winter gear, there is a noticeably significant amount of snow that has accumulated on the ground since you were last out.

“shit,” you say at the same time as you step outside the warm cafe, doom looming over you in the form of gray clouds unleashing a mix of snow and hail. you loop your arm through jungkook’s when you lose your footing on the slick pavement beneath you, cursing out of shock.

“aish!” he hisses at the vision of you nearly going down, gripping you tighter when you regain your balance. he struggles to hold onto the box of leftover hotteok for a moment, but ends up rebalancing it in his palm before anything disastrous can happen. and it’s for his own good. if anything happened to that hotteok, you wouldn’t be able to let it go for days.

“you good?” he checks, reaching to pull your hat further over your ears from where it had slipped up in your near fall.

“good,” you respond, “it’s definitely time to get home, though.”

somehow, you both navigate the rest of the parking lot without another fall. clinging onto each other, you make it to the cement which has luckily been treated already to be less slick.

other than the occasional curse at the wind and snow blowing into your faces, it’s quiet. the serenity and comfort you’ve been dreaming of the past few weeks.

you feel guilty for neglecting jungkook for this section of the semester, especially knowing he probably doesn’t even hold any resentment against you for it.

“hey, thanks for getting me out today,” you murmur, jungkook’s hum nearly silent with the pitch of the wind.

“thanks for letting me,” he responds quietly, “i know it wasn’t on your agenda for today.”

you shrug your shoulder against him, “you know how i get at this time of the year. worried about making the right choices.”

he nods, having witnessed the many dilemmas you’d had over your major with the difficulty of your classes.

“but i’m pretty much always up for anything you have planned,” you grin, knocking your shoulder into his playfully. you whine as he wraps an arm around your neck, bringing you in closer to him with a deep laugh.

shuffling along the sidewalk, the gravitational pull between you is so natural that you don’t even realize how close you’ve gotten. his arm is a comforting weight over your shoulders, his head dipped low to brace against the wind.

“i like it when you get spontaneous on me.”

you hear but don’t see the smile in his words, gripping onto him tighter when the wind whips at you again.

his cheek turns to the left and bumps against your own, and you both chuckle at the clumsy action.

you lift your eyes from the ground and over to him, your breath catching in your throat when you realize your noses are touching.

you’re closer than you’ve ever been before, and you realize you quite like this view of jungkook. you can see all of his tiny moles decorating his face, and you get a close-up of the scar along his cheek from when he and his brother got into a fight when they were kids.

for as long as you’ve known jungkook, you would think that you’ve witnessed all sides of him. but when you notice the way he’s looking at you right now, you think you may be wrong about that.

he’s looking at you like you put the moon in the sky, and all of a sudden you’re leaning into each other further. your eyes break contact when they flick down to his lips, something you’d only ever done in what you thought was your darkest dreams. you feel like you should do more logical reasoning in this moment, but your thoughts instantly slow down when his hand tentatively rests under your jaw, tilting your chin up and tilting his head to the side.

time seems to stop, and all of a sudden his lips press against yours and all the breath gets knocked out of your chest, gripping the rough material of his jacket to stabilize your spinning head.

and even though you’re certain it’s cold enough to get hypothermia and frostbite, you find yourself feeling a warmth spread from your chest to your fingers and toes.

kissing jungkook feels so right, which feels so morally wrong. he’s your best friend, your favorite person. you’ve promised yourself to not do anything to jeopardize what you two have, and yet everything is telling you to keep going. what is happening right now?

but then he swipes his tongue along your bottom lip and you open your mouth against him, and you swear your brain short circuits when his tongue meets yours. he tastes sweet from your treats back at the bakery, pulling you in for more. you wrap your arms around his neck and hear him let out a quiet hum, a sound that makes you tighten your grip on him.

he kisses you like he has nothing to lose. like someone who’s not only ready to risk it all on a bet but someone who is doubling down.

you eventually pull away to breathe, immediately regretting doing so when you’re met with ice pelting your face. jungkook winces when he sees the way you cringe, taking his gloved hand to rest it on your skin in an effort to protect it.

when you open your eyes again, there’s a look you’ve never seen in jungkook’s big brown orbs. they have a softness to them, which you soon realize is vulnerability. he’s always so calm, cool, and collected that you almost can’t believe you’re seeing him in another state.

his lips are still wet from your kiss, proof and evidence of what you two had just done.

“oh my god,” you murmur, taking a piece of his hair and removing it from its current spot draping over his eye.

and oh my god is right, because his brown eyes are sparkling at you right now and you swear he holds the entire galaxy of stars within them.

“would you cringe if i said that i’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he asks, grinning when you fake a gag.

“me too, or whatever,” you timidly admit after a moment, warmth instantly flooding to your cheeks when his face lights up in response, wrapping both arms around you with excitement.

“you like meee,” he sings, and his voice is so loud that you know a few people are turning their heads to look at the two of you.

your cheeks continue to burn up involuntarily, the impact of his words making you feel even more flustered.

“oh my god, be quiet!” you laugh, jungkook watching with amusement when you turn around to continue the brief walk up the path to your building. nevertheless, you slip your hand into his waiting palm, giving it a soft squeeze that he reciprocates.

you both quicken your pace when you see that someone is holding the door open for you, grateful you don’t have to dig in your pockets with your numb fingers for your key into the building.

one would think that an event such as kissing your best friend would make things tense. jungkook, however, seems to be in his normal state, singing a song you’re unfamiliar with as he escorts you through the threshold of your building.

walking through your dorm, nothing feels weird. surprisingly, you feel relief, like a huge burden has been lifted off your shoulders. you don’t know if it was the hotteok, or the man currently leading you back to your room that changed your demeanor today. but you had a feeling it was the latter.

the immature part of you dreads the moment you step into your dorm and have to talk about what happened and what it means for your relationship. you know your therapist would scold you, but you can’t help but feel like your first instinct is to tame the fire that kiss brought within you.

you’ve never known jungkook to be casual with anyone. he has a big heart, with a lot of love to share. still, you know you can’t expect any more than that spur-of-the-moment kiss from him. it just wouldn’t be fair to either of you.

before you can get any further inside your head, you’re brought down to earth by a squeeze of your hand and a soft call of your name. you realize you’re now in front of your door, jungkook leaning against the wall and looking at you fondly.

you stare back at him, realizing for the first time that he was just as deeply in his own head as you were. he wears his heart on his sleeve, and you can practically feel his insecurity radiating off of him in this moment. you hate it.

you press your thumb to smooth over the worried wrinkle between his eyebrows, the action inciting a sigh to escape his mouth.

“is this the part where you tell me to go home and fuck off, pookie?” he bites his lip and quirks an eyebrow, and you can’t help the way your eyes follow his mouth’s movement. his lip rings glisten in the fluorescent lighting of the hallway, and you smile, but give another roll of your eyes as you pull out your key card to your room.

you hear him snicker quietly beside you, the soft noise fueling the feelings you’re so accustomed to with jungkook. he always has loved the way he can make your eyes roll so easily, the little shit. you would never say it out loud, but secretly, you love it too.

his question still hangs in the air between you, but you love the art of suspense. plus, the way his bottom lip is trapped under his teeth right now is so attractive you wish you could frame it.

the high-pitched beep of your door followed by the unlatching of the lock is all the permission you need to end his misery. you pull him closer to you by the bottom of his jacket, guiding him back into your room and basking in the surprise evident across his features.

in that moment, you toss all your worries out the window and realize what you want in an instant. jungkook, who never fails to make you feel included. who takes care of you when you’re ill, who drives miles for you just to get that soft serve ice cream you crave on random winter nights.

you don’t know why you’ve tiptoed around this for so long.

but when your hands settle on the base of his neck once more, and you briefly feel his breath wash over you as he dips down to meet your lips for the second time, you know you’ve made the right choice.

butterflies erupt in your stomach when his hand goes to support the back of your head, and the kiss grows from one of a tender nature into a higher intensity that makes you cling to him. your head goes dizzy and your knees grow weak, his soft lips opening against you as his fingers massage needed relaxation into your head.

swallowing each other's breaths and noises when the kiss gets heated, you’re not even phased when jungkook clumsily drops the box of hotteok on your floor.

pulling back to admire the man, you smile when you realize he’s doing the same. his eyes bounce over your features, pressing his forehead to yours as you catch your breath to finally answer his question.

“quite the opposite, actually.”

#bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts x oc #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook imagines #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc

[penny-anna]

this isn't an original thought but idr if i saw it on tumblr or if it's something that came up with my RLs. but, hot take: Spike from Buffy isn't actually a bad poet; he was just born in the wrong generation.

he's no good at producing the kind of love poetry that was the norm in his own time period, seemingly in part bcos he just doesn't do well w the structure of traditional rhyming poetry.

off the cuff he's capably of expressing himself very poetically (see: 'I may be love's bitch but at least I'm man enough to admit it'; also 'it's always got to be blood' from s5 but that one doesn't seem to be on youtube sadly)

anyway, in conclusion, Spike would have been a great slam poet.

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs

[blind-sheep]

As someone who spend so much time on more lgbtq+ settings on the internet, I tend to forget how much the average joe is, by norm, very heteronormative, as is society.

Like, there was this short video on youtube showing the Falin's resurrection scene and all, and some peoples did some comments about it.

As someone who do ship falin × marcille, and compared to what we see around here, that's pretty mild stuff right?

But as I keep forgetting, some people get quite mad at the simplest suggestion that gay people may exist in their little show.

Tbf, the first comment may just not be into the ship and is finding reasonings to why it doesn't work on their eyes, but they're very defensive still.

The second comment however is at quite a point of hetero delusion. Falin was about to marry Toshiro? What? It was mentioned he proposed to her, not that she had accepted and was about to marry him! But, to some people, a man liking a woman is enough for them to be already together, no matter how she feels about it, bc it's "the norm" for the boy to get with the girl. Like, he likes her, and that's all that matters so they will totally get together at the end?

Sadly, that's one of the reasons I see Laios × Marcille as a boring ship sometimes. By all means, I see why some people ship it, there is some real reasoning behind it, but I just know the biggest reasoning for most people that ship them is just "he was a boy, she was a girl, do I need to say more?" Type of mindset.

This next one just makes me laugh, it HAS to be bait:

Like, Marcille NEVERS blush around Falin AND just blushes around Laios? Fella, I don't think we watched the same anime or read the same manga, even people that don't ship them can see that they are a little gay. Or can they? (Vsauce theme starts playing~)

About their age difference and how race works in Dungeon Meshi, that's quite the big topic, not sure I want to stray too much here (there's too much text here as it is).

And about that part that says "makes me think they're all very straight": if this comment is a joke or not, this bit says a lot. Most people see the whole world like that, everyone is straight till proven other wise, and you gotta prove a LOT in media for characters to be gay, or it doesn't count. To most people, being hetero is the norm, and seeing lgbtq+ ships is very hard for most bc of this.

No one is forcing anyone to ship anything here, but lots of people really do forget being gay is even possible sometimes, and get mad at us for shipping what reflect our realities (at least in our eyes). Especially in the anime community, where the simple threat that their "waifu" may not like dudes send some fellas into a fit of rage and homophobia.

And I know, the focus of Dungeon Meshi is not romance and never was, and we can't see the story only through these lenses, I agree with that. But people will ship anything in any show, and I just used it as an example to talk about this topic. It's something that comes often to my mind and I never had the chance to talk about it till now.

Here's a little Farcille gif as a treat for those that read all this rant of mine:

( so cuute~ )

#dungeon meshi #farcille #falin x marcille #falin touden #marcille donato #laios touden #dungeon meshi spoilers #delicious in dungeon

[crazy-pages]

Blue Eyed Samurai and Queer Gender

There's a reason so many trans people keep reading trans identity into Mizu.

Because even if she's cis, her gender is still queer.

Lemme back up for a second. Queer identity is deeply intertwined with experiencing sex and gender in ways which are fundamentally non-normative and non-conformative for the societies we live in. It is about being "other" to what society's default is. There are reasons that queer liberation movements have historically often allied with kink communities, with polyamorous circles, and with feminist movements. There's overlap there, in being outside a tightly constrained norm and demanding equality and recognition. And this also means that what queer is, is defined in part by the society it stands in opposition to.

Because for contrast there have been societies, historically, which have been fully accepting of trans people or even had specific social norms and customs around nonbinary gender. The colonizing Spaniards found and recorded interactions (typically violent, sadly) with trans people in what's now Mexico who lived, married, and were recognized in their societies without regard for their genitals. There are entire fields of study around various historical recognition of nonbinary identities. None of these people existed in opposition to the societies they lived in. Heck if we look at sexuality, the ancient Greeks would certainly not have seen men having sex with men as queer (though they would have judged and demeaned the bottom), but some of them certainly pathologized women who had sex with women. In such a society bisexual men would not be queer, while bisexual women would be.

Queer is contextual. Someone who lives in a fully accepting society as a trans person, who never has contact with a culture where that acceptance isn't the norm? I'm not sure I would call them queer. At the very least, there's a definition of queer as the embrace of one's sexual and/or gender non-normativity which such a person might very well not opt into. That person might not feel queer. We might not share that emotional experience.

And where this comes back to Blue Eyed Samurai is that it's possible to be cis and to be marked unavoidably and unalterably queer by one's society. A cis woman living in the US today who feels absolutely cis but cannot, for whatever reason, stand wearing dresses and must wear pants? Might experience some gender non-conforming experiences, but not necessarily be queer. That same woman in 1890s US? Her gender expression would be outright illegal as a form of crossdressing. She would be seen with the same lens as a trans man and their experiences of gender would both be queer, despite one being cis and one being trans. If such a woman, despite being cis and straight and allosexual and alloromantic and all the rest, told me she felt queer? It would not surprise me in the least.

So if you define queer as any kind of experience or internal feeling, as a state of othered existence rather than a specific set of prescriptive definitional boxes that fit our specific societal norms and practices? Mizu is queer. Mizu might or might not be queer if you transplanted her into the 2020s US where I live. But to define her by how she would fit in our society's boxes is fundamentally missing the point of both the queer experience and the story of Blue Eyed Samurai. (And she might not be cis here, he might be a trans man, or they might be nonbinary. It's hard to say ... and this is why queer history scholars step carefully around modern definitions, by the by.)

What we can say is that who Mizu is, in the context of Edo period Japan, is queer. Whether Mizu is genderfluid, or a trans man, or a cis woman who hates having to be undercover, or a cis woman who thrives being undercover, or a cis woman performing drag, or a trans man who thinks of himself as a woman in drag because he lacks context for being transgender? It's all queer gender. There is no framing in which Mizu wouldn't relate to the experience of queer gender.

Mizu doesn't get to experience gender in a normative way. That's both because of who she is at her core, and something that's defined by society without her consent. She is queer, innately born so and structurally made so at the same time, and that's not a contradiction.

#blue eyed samurai #blue eyed samurai spoilers #transgender #terfs can fuck right off #cis or trans #there's a reason Mizu's experience resonates with trans people #cus it's queer #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai spoilers #queer

[tired-biscuit]

I just saw your drabble about kiba’s family smelling the fuck on you……what about baby fever Kiba that can smell you ovulating and you don’t know what’s gotten into him

the way you got me kicking my feet into the air with this ask, omg!! <3

18+ mdni, fem!reader / cw: breeding

i think he'd have the urge to breed you and knock you up pretty early in the relationship, like right from the very start. better yet, even if you're nothing but friends and he secretly fancies you, he's still thinking about it, considering it even, because he can smell whenever you're in your "child bearing prime" whether he wants to or not, and it's literally driving him fucking insane.

but being the respectful man that he is, bless him and his mother, he knows that it's not usually the way these things go; that social norms say that partners should probably get to know each other a little bit better and grow closer before starting families.

so he takes it down a notch when you become his girlfriend. of course he does.

i mean, he doesn't want to scare you away by forcing you to get so serious with him so soon, so what else can he do than tuck away that animalistic side of him - the one that's a pretty common trait to have in his clan - and say that he's completely fine with going super slow, that he's a-okay with using protection? hell, he even goes as far as to pretend that the sweet change in your scent which your ovulation causes doesn't faze him every month, even if it makes his goddamn skin feel like it's on fire.

and sure, he enjoys getting to know you better, settling down with you slowly and taking it easy, but the urge to fuck his kids into you just won't go away. it grows peskier and peskier with each passing week, month, year. it's in his blood after all, he can't possibly do anything about it; it's just the way he's programmed.

so i think - despite the precautions - he'd sort of loosen up and start hinting at it pretty early, after like a year or so. it'd start off innocent enough, like he'd just be talking about your future and stuff like that. but then your cycle comes to the ovulation part again, and all of a sudden he doesn't mind showing how it affects him as well. how clingy it makes him. how touchy he gets during it. how needy.

he follows you around the house during those days and constantly keeps you close. fucks you way more often. develops a daddy kink (or finally allows you to see it, who knows) and makes sex last longer; his dick buried so deep inside of you that you feel like you're going to fucking burst because of the mating press he insists holding you in despite that you aren't even mating technically (sadly) because of the condom that you make him wear.

he does admit at some point that the scent attracts him after you start questioning his sudden change in behaviour. he even tells you that he's grown so comfortable around you by now that he can't bother to hide it anymore. and well, it makes sense for him and his abilities, so you're not all that surprised when he's brushing against you in the kitchen when you're all hormonal once again next month; feeling his hands as he slowly drags them up and down your sides, while the bulge in his sweatpants presses against your ass in a way that makes heat pool between your legs.

however, something is different this time around. he doesn't stop tugging at your leggings when you remind him that he should go grab a rubber if he plans to fuck you on the kitchen counter. no, instead of running to the bedroom like he normally does, he just pushes his hips further into your own, and tells you that perhaps he wants to fuck you right here and now. that he's positive that you'd like it; that he knows you oh, just so well.

"c'mon," he says. "what's a lil' risk, mm?"

and you giggle at that, a faint blush searing your face because you think he's just joking, that he's just messing around with you like he has a habit of doing, but he still isn't moving. he just rests his chin against your shoulder, his sensitive nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck, as he sighs and tells you again how good you smell right at that moment. how sweet the scent is. how appealing it is.

and then one thing leads to another because you're hormonal and needy too, even more than he is if that is even possible. your panties are literally constantly soaked and your poor pussy needs to be taken care of, he knows it, so it's not even shocking that he manages to bend you over the counter and fuck the shit out of you completely raw as your toes curl in your little fuzzy socks and your eyes squeeze shut because of the realisation; because of the risk.

so you tell him, through broken moans and quick gasps, that he's not allowed to cum inside and that this is the only time you're risking it like this. and he agrees. he pulls out the last second - hesitantly, yes, but he does - and cums on your lower back instead, trying to ignore the way he felt your tight hole fluttering with intention to milk him dry.

and that's that.

well, for the most part.

because ever since then, you're getting raw-dogged every other night and are literally begging him to fill you up during your dazed state, because, well, it feels so good. because it's so fucking good and rewarding to see him be so into it; to be so into you. he's been passionate before, but this is on an entirely different level.

he's literally whispering the dirtiest shit into your ear as he breeds you, all focused and with eyes so fierce that they could burn holes through you. is telling you how good your pussy feels when it's soaking wet like this, that he can smell how urgently it needs him, and that he's just so fucking happy that he gets to experience it entirely at long last.

he's even calling you his pretty mate, how proud he is of you, how you're such a good girl for being willing to take his load, how he wants you to make him a daddy and to let him fill you up over and over again, until you're leaking his cum and are pregnant with his babies because he wants you, and he wants to have a family with you, and he just wants and wants and wants.

he's been wanting for all this time. a year and a couple of months of waiting may not seem like a long time for some, but for a man like him, it could have been considered as absolute torture.

so you suppose it's understandable why he turns sort of delirious when he at long last gets to fuck your pretty little cunt completely raw and spill everything he's got right into it. right to the very last drop, he'll even bend your legs flush against your chest just so that he can make sure his seed sticks.

it's just pure instinct. it's who he is.

and it makes him simply overjoyed that you finally understand.

#kiba x reader #kiba smut #naruto smut #biscuit drabbles #everybody say thank u anon <3

[radifemsara]

I was taught to hate "Terfs" but I agree with everything you say. I'm so confused

Sadly, many of our sisters find themselves in the same dilemma, we're taught to hate a lot of things without even knowing why.

You can ask any pro-trans activist and they'd not have any real argument on why a man should identify as a woman (when he's never been a woman and therefore doesn't know how it is to feel like one).

And as Jen Izaakson said: "The fact that society believes a man who says he's a woman, instead of a woman who says he's not, is proof that society knows exactly who is the man and who is the woman."

Little girls are taught to hate TERFs, the same way they're taught to believe that feminism is bad for them.

TERFs are attacked because women are always attacked and hated on when they fight against patriarchal values, whenever they challenge misogynous society norms, whenever they fight for equality and women's rights.

I hope you won't be as confused soon, and always know that TERFs are here for you.

#radical feminism #female separatism #radblr #terfsafe #radical feminist community #radical feminists do interact #radical feminist safe #misandry #anti marriage #pro abortion #terfism #i am a terf and proud #teenage girls deserve so much better

[oriandcate]

The List of Raw Quotes immortalized by the Internet:

“People who value any aspect of creation would do well not to pit gods against one another.”

“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” 

“I will face God and walk backwards into Hell.”

“Then perish.”

“I have been through Hell and come out singing.”

“Do I look like the kind of man who dies?”

“Do you think God stays in Heaven because He too lives in fear of what He created?”

“To become god is the loneliest achievement of all.”

“You kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies.”

“This is Hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods.”

“Impudent of you to assume that I will meet a mortal end.”

“Bury me shallow, I’ll be back.”

“Take this gift, for the gods surely won’t.”

“One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled.”

“Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?”

“Deviation from the norm will be punished unless it is exploitable.”

“You cannot kill me in a way that matters.”

“Pick a god and pray.”

“We deserve a soft epilogue, my love.”

“We are the timeline that God has abandoned.”

“Pick a Hell and rot there.”

“Every day we stray further from God’s light.”

“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”

“I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.”

“The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math.”

“If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight as I always have.”

“I am a monument to all your sins.”

“It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook.”

“You’re rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic, my friend.”

“The man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.”

“I don’t believe in divine retribution, but then life throws people like you at me.”

“God wanted me dead, now you get to find out why.”

“The fruits of the earth do not exist to be worth something to us.”

“I’ve got a date with destiny, and it ain’t gonna end with a kiss.”

“Hostage or not, sometimes it’s nice being held.”

“To sit still is to submit to a god who cannot stand to see such power in potentia mere inches from realizing itself and overcoming him.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“…but sadly I am only a little bug and you are a garden.”

“In a society where all adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.”

“How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?”

“So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.”

“…For they are a scoundrel and a foul beast of fields untouched by green.”

“Do you not think that Satan, too, has some affection for the inhabitants of Hell?”

“Does poetry flourishing even in the cracks and grime of the world devalue its beauty? Is the divine rendered plain when it becomes commonplace? Would you have the sublime subjected to the gatekeeping of a self-serving elite? Better it should be used and misused as us absurd commoners see fit.”

“Lock your doors and windows. God will forgive your absence.”

“I stand here, a fool of my own making.”

“Canon is but the sandbox in which I strike lightning to form glass. Trouble me no more with your quibbling and quorums, lest I grind you to dust beneath my heel and build stories from the remnants of your bones. Avast, foul fiend.”

“In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.”

“’It’s not that deep.’ Maybe not originally, but the ground is soft and I’m ready to dig.”

“Ask the moon. Ask what it has witnessed.”

“Some things don’t belong on this plane of existence and the universe conspires to correct that.”

“Weird is a prerequisite to all things good and entertaining.”

“The sunrise has never caught me sleeping.”

“People are trying to be right no matter how wrong they are, I am here, accepting my primal desires.”

“Swear all you want, but the gods have shut their ears.”

“Tis the nature, curse, and cure of humanity to be forever attracted to the abyss.”

“If you hit a mole over the head for long and hard enough, eventually it learns to mind its own beeswax. Keep whacking.”

“If we built a tower of Babel, in this day and age, no one would stop us. We would build, and build, and one day inevitably breach the gates of heaven. And we would send in a probe, and then an exploratory team, clad in hazmat suits and protective gear, to enter the gates, and lo! before them would be a great, winding mass, a crumbling chitinous mountain range, a swooping winding wormous cavern, pale and sickly and turned to dust. And we will understand why no one stopped us: it will be the exoskeleton of God.”

“I must make time fear me most.”

“My third eye is open but damn it needs a monocle.”

“Some sins follow us, trotting along and planting themselves in dark corners, high shelves, gathering dust like a forgotten potted ficus, forever a part of the inner scenery of our minds. They thrive there. In the dark. Knowing we will someday stumble in. This is why ‘tis unwise to explore the inner chambers of our souls.”

“Ideals are made of gold and light, but human lives are made of blood and tears, and spill with slippery ease; choose carefully what hills to build and die upon.”

“I shall dig my very own shallow grave. Onward.”

“Confidence! A fool’s substitute for intelligence!”

“Weird hill to die on, but at least you’re dead.”

“Our paths may have crossed briefly, but you’ve still had the misfortune of knowing me.”

“What’s a little blood and bone? We all come down to it, in the end.”

“I could set the world on fire and call it rain.”

“War allows us to dress our monsters up as saviors, and many would say I’m one of those monsters.”

“You haven’t learned anything until you learn monsters have nightmares too.”

“To live is to haunt.”

“Can’t shake the devil’s hand and say you’re only kidding.”

“In the future, you will stand at the grave of God which I dug, weeping, and I will be the only creature you will be able to answer to. You will beg for death, but due to what you said today, I will deprive you of that luxury.”

“I wanted rain and I thought the best way to do that was to make God cry.”

“Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.”

“Here’s the thing about a haunted forest: it’s not going to haunt itself.”

“Your skull is the garden where fact flowers into meaning.”

“I shall use your voice for violin string and serenade your widow.”

“If God had wanted you to live he would not have created me.”

“I’ve heard it said that we only gain wisdom through suffering, and tonight I intend to make you very wise.”

“If I cannot bend heaven, then I will raise hell.”

“Remember that if you go knocking on enough doors asking to see the Devil, eventually he may answer.”

"No one of honor is interred here. The dead are raw materials, and nothing more."

"That there is a feller what sat down on a snake in the grass one day, and it ain't crawled outta his asshole yet."

"Pay a man enough and he'll walk barefoot into Hell."

"All these moments will be lost in time; like tears, in the rain."

"To feel sorrow is to deserve peace."

"No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle."

"There is no light at the end of this tunnel; so it's a good thing we brought matches."

"The answer to despair is action."

"You'll be reduced down to a single atom when I'm done with you."

"What's at the end of a million? Zero, zero, zero; big old hole, with a wall around it. That's all a bank is, you know: a great big old hole you throw money into, and all it ever seems to do is make the walls higher."

"Always strive to eat the stars."

"Why would you want to savor the taste of poison?"

"The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all."

"It is better to die standing than to live kneeling."

"The anger in your heart warms you now, but it will leave you cold in your grave."

"Darkness without light is an abyss; light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side."

"We can't have faith for everybody."

"Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars you won."

"To rend one's enemies is to view them as objects: hollow of existence and meaning."

"Your soul sparks with a nonsense that makes this world bearable."

"He ain't one of the creatures God made."

“The unconscious hides in a language like a thief hides a diamond in a chandelier.”

“I just know no fruit has ever tasted as sweet as the ones I ate while bleeding under the blistering summer sun.”

“I pray nobody kills me for the crime of being small.”

“That’s the problem with gods; their pleasure and their wrath often look the same.”

 “If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.”

“Stupid should hurt.”

“do you think god is nuclear. do you think you cannot look upon deities the same way you cannot look at the center of a mushroom cloud. do you think the energy generated from fission is released from divine clutches. do you think that god exists in the space between the nucleus and the electrons and in the bonds of compounds and in the numbers on the page that got us there. do you think radiation is a warning. do you think it is an eraser. do you think it is wrath or a mistake or a byproduct of entropy. do you think god is plasma, where electrons are wherever you want them to be. do you think that we were supposed to find this out.”

“If you aren’t worthy enough to pull the sword, be strong enough to lift the stone.”

“I can’t go to hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”

“Despite everything, its still you.”

“The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less it will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.”

“My mother says kissing a man without a mustache is like eating eggs without salt.”

“A character is a ghost, a story is what it haunts.”

“Pain travels through families until someone is ready to feel it.”

“The gods did not breathe the breath of life into us and give us gifts of a shape, a will, and a voice just so we could pay bills and die”

“you gotta have friends who are older than you, not because you’re a dumb kid, but because you’ll be terrified of growing up otherwise.”

“you’ve made me so hard i beg for softness”

“Scorn is more palatable than the howling hunger for things to have been different for you.”

“Being able to endure something does not equal an obligation to withstand it.”

“To live is to haunt.”

“I am a chewy rubber Polly Pocket skirt and God is a four year old girl.”

“The big picture is made up of brush strokes, fool.”

“Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages.”

“these are old bones and i am merely a passing occupant”

“The board is getting dusty but the boogeyman has not yet blinked. when he does, you better make that move.”

“And when we kill the gods neither heaven nor hell will be waiting for them because they created those to imprison us.

“What makes a man a warrior is his willingness to place himself between what he holds dear and anything that threatens it. This is the way.”

“The anchor gives the ship the world to love.”

“In a society where adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.”

“You pretended to be the hero of a story you never saved.”

“this world is a banquet of knowledge and each of us has brought a dish to the table.”

“This is the time of vengeance and no life is worth saving.”

“The ghosts that inhabit this place are more alive than you’ll ever be.”

“May the only thing that dampens the flames of hell for you be God spitting in your face.”

#quotes #writers on tumblr #source: tumblr #raw lines #pinterest #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #wattpad #writing #spy kids #halo #destiny #comics

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

I feel warm thanks to friends and supporters. Especially Lemonadeicesoda. Thank you. Enjoy this drabble

You huffed in annoyance as you clung to the bath towel closer to your wet skin. Your ex Navy Seal boyfriend or whatever he was to you. He kidnapped your ass.

Norman was lifting his weights. And he was making you watch him. He said he doesn't trust you alone without his watchful eye. He makes you stay. Even chopping wood.

You knew he was bullshitting you. That millionaire set up cameras all around his mansion. And his dogs and guns were there too to prevent you from running away... Again.

You tried but you were so pathetic. Norman easily caught you without anyone's help.

You gave up running away.

The punishment of his belt gave you bad memories.

You knew Norman couldn't stay away from you. You would have gushed from his attention. But, you didn't love that psycho bastard. And you also knew that jerk was showing off his strength. As if that would make you fall in love.

You scowled. You will never love that wrinkly old man. You didn't do anything. Norman used to be blind for months. He got surgery. Then demanded you to pay him for the cost. Ironically, he didn't want money. He has more than enough. As an excuse, he said he wanted your love and companionship as his girlfriend.

Now, here you were. Broken spirited. Norman looked at your beautiful sad face in the corner of his blue eyes. He wished you would smile. But, you seemed to always hate him. He didn't mean to slap or whip you for misbehaving and giving him attitude.

He wanted to marry you and give you children. You just had to give him a chance first instead of blocking him out.

The loud thud caused you to jump. The heavy weights fell on the floor.

He was leaving his home gym early.

You were not a sports girl. You took ballet from time to time as a small hobby. And would walk and hike.

But, your beautiful yet small and flat duck feet made you a horrid swimmer. Norman was so obsessed with survival training. You wondered why

You were definitely not thinking of Joining a military branch so why would this old man force his ideals on you like a dictator? As long as you live in his mansion you will obey his rules. You don't want to live with him and he will not let you go. Hypocrite jerk.

You simply cannot swim. Your own father gave up on you. He hired teachers and you failed to understand. Even kids were better than you. Which embarrassed your dad. As a last resort before giving up, your dad threw you inside the pool like he was by his cousins when he was a kid. Your dad sadly saved your pathetic ass from drowning. He gave up.

You wondered when Norm will give up on you. But that pervert must love looking at you in a skimpy bikini.

You used to take selfies on your Instagram and just pose next to water. But you would use life jackets to have fun with your friends. Now, you are regretting your actions. You were not a social media influencer. You wanted to be important rather than an entertainer. You wanted to be a linguist. Go to East Asian villages and study ancient and dead languages in rural places that has no technology.

But, here you were a kidnapped bride. Norman luckily promised to not force himself in you. Besides hugging and kissing.

Snapping back to reality, Norman sighed. "I know you're tired. Sleep now."

He picked you up from your sitting position bridal style and walked you to the bedroom you shared with him. He made you sleep next to him. That was all.

After making you remove your wet bikini and into your silk night dress. Norman was sitting on the bed waiting for you with a brush to untangle your long wet hair.

He kissed your bare neck after finished. He tucked you in.

You blinked in confusion. He will not join you? Giving you a sad smile, Norman traced your bottom fat lips with his thumb. He declared of some computer paper he has to type which will take hours.

He leaned in and you closed your eyes and said nothing as he kissed the tip your cute nose.

"Sleep well, doll."

You watched his muscled back walk out of the luxurious room then eventually slept.

Maybe... If you allowed Norman inside your heart, your new life will not always have to be the same boring routine.

Should you give it a try?

#stephen lang #don't breathe #don't breathe 2 #norman nordstrom #yandere #yandere x reader #love #obssesion #yandere x you #fan fiction #fanfiction #fanfic

[machine-saint]

In the years since Whipping Girl was published, the term “trans-misogyny” has taken on a life of its own, and people now use it in ways that I never intended. Specifically, I used the term to describe how the existence of societal misogyny/traditional sexism greatly informs how people perceive, interpret, or treat gender-variant people who seemingly “want to be female” or “want to be feminine” (regardless of their actual identity). However, many people nowadays use the word “trans-misogyny” in an identity-based manner to refer to any and all forms of discrimination targeting trans women. According to this latter usage, some would argue that people who identify as men, or male crossdressers, or drag queens, cannot possibly experience trans-misogyny—a close reading of Whipping Girl will reveal that I very much disagree with this premise. (See Chapter 48 of this book for a detailed explanation regarding why identity-based views of marginalization tend to be inaccurate and exclusive.)

--Julia Serano (emphasis mine)

this doesn't mean that Serano thinks that TME/TMA are bad terms (she doesn't use them herself but finds that there is a core justifiable thought there)

compare also her essay on cissexism (a term that sadly seems to have fallen out of vocabulary) and the difference between "decentering the dominant group" and "reverse discourse":

In other words, cissexism is part of an overarching system that (along with other forms of sexism) works to keep all people in their place. Thus, any person can face cissexism.

Take, for instance, an otherwise cisgender man who never had a gender-variant thought in his life. If he were to suddenly, on a whim, decide to wear a dress to work, he would very likely face cissexist ridicule and harassment on his way to his job, and possibly even get fired from his job as a result. If an otherwise cisgender woman who never had a gender-variant thought in her life decided that she was tired of plucking all the hairs on her chin and upper lip (which a considerable number of women experience), she would surely face cissexist reactions and comments once her facial hair grows out. In fact, cissexism (or at least the threat of it) is the force behind both the low level gender anxiety faced by cisgender people who worry that they will be perceived as insufficiently feminine or masculine if they do “the wrong thing,” as well as the more severe forms of gender policing and punishment experienced by those of us who more regularly or blatantly transgress gender norms.

By no means does this decentering the binary perspective suggest that all people are equally hurt by societal cissexism. Clearly, some of us grapple with cissexism on a routine basis, while other people experience it infrequently and/or far less severely. But the decentering approach does encourage us to challenge all expressions of cissexism, regardless of who the perpetrator or target is.

and so I don't think we have to throw away the terms TMA/TME entirely, but we do need to use the terms in a way that doesn't suggest that only people with certain identities can be TMA; i think a cis man who wears dresses and skirts as his usual attire could very well be TMA depending on the reaction of the society he's in!

#discourse

[joannechocolat]

On Women: Three Ways of Being Invisible.

In a world in which magazines and TV are filled with perfect, idealized images of women, it’s sometimes tempting to forget the ease with which we can disappear. In fact, stage magicians across the world have made it a traditional part of their show, along with women being sawn in half, used as targets in knife-throwing stunts and generally used as accessories to the main (and male) event.

But that’s not the only way women become invisible. The disappearance and death of Nicola Bulley earlier this year has once more raised issues around women, and their visibility. First, why was the disappearance of this particular woman given so much attention? Many women disappear without ever making the papers. But the disappearance of Nicola Bulley – a mother of two, from a reasonably affluent home and a professional background – became a kind of obsession to armchair sleuths and online conspiracy theorists, all keen to speculate on what might become a murder investigation, to the point of intrusion onto the search and to the distress of the family. As a response to growing criticism, the Lancashire police felt obliged to release details of Nicola’s “vulnerable” state - her menopausal problems; her self-medication with alcohol, all privileged information with little relevance to the case – so that when her body was finally found in the river some days later, the narrative around her had changed considerably. Instead of being a professional, active mother-of-two who had vanished under mysterious and unusual circumstances, she was now portrayed in the Press as a hormonal, unreliable woman with a possible alcohol problem, whose disappearance was no longer seen as suspicious, and who was now assumed to have “found her way” into the river, the implication being that she brought about her own death, either through suicide or negligence.

And it worked. People lost interest. The armchair sleuths moved on. It’s not my place to speculate on why poor Nicola Bulley died. But the shift in public sympathy following the release of her medical information is a shocking illustration of how women are treated, and how fast they can become invisible. Nicola is a case in point. She started to vanish from the headlines when her flaws were made public. Now she’s back in the news again. After weeks of invisibility, her narrative is being rewritten once again – somewhat reluctantly, it seems – as that of a murder victim.

But what all this teaches us is that the death of a woman is “tragic” only when she is young, attractive, white, and the mother of young children. Older women, women of colour, working class women, trans women, women with disabilities, women who do not conform to societal norms of desirability and virtue – the deaths of these women rarely make the news, and when they do, the coverage is often less than sympathetic. The first way of being invisible is not to be of value to men.

Because of this, when a woman’s death manages to hit the headlines, the language surrounding her murder tends to suggests that this is a rare occurrence. Sadly, not: about a dozen women are killed every month in the UK, most often by a partner. Unless there are newsworthy details, the majority of these are overlooked. The second way of being invisible is to be a victim of men.

Society centres the comfort of men over the welfare of women. How many rape and murder cases have we seen, where the victim has been eclipsed by a narrative that excuses the perpetrator? How many college rapists have been let off with a caution because of the damage to their prospects? How many true crime TV shows exist to serve society’s fascination with serial killers, portraying them as complicated, even heroic figures? It’s like a magician’s sleight-of-hand, in which the man’s visibility always eclipses the woman. And when women protest – as we so often do – about this prioritizing of men’s narratives over ours, we are portrayed as unreasonable, hysterical, hormonal.

The third way of being invisible is to compete in the world of men. History is filled with women’s inventions, art, political achievements and scientific discoveries attributed to men instead. Women’s sport is generally seen as less important than men’s sport – unless reporting accounts of women who are seen as too masculine to compete. The world of literature is filled with men who are simply seen as great writers, while women continue to battle the myth that women write for their own kind, rather than portraying the wealth and universality of the human experience. According to history - and literature, and politics, and science, and sport - you’d never guess that women were over 50% of the population.

But for centuries, men have tried to hide women’s light behind their own, whilst at the same time exposing women to the harshest kind of scrutiny. The male gaze can be extremely unkind, subjecting women to the strictest judgement, policing and control, deciding what they should wear, what size they should be, when and where they should be seen. Beauty is prized, whilst at the same time being seen as a kind of incitement. Modesty is prized - at least until the woman refuses to put out. Perfection is the ultimate goal, a goal that can never be approached, thus making women perpetually insecure about themselves, while men stride on in confidence. And when women do give men what they want – sexual attention -  they are all too often shamed for it, referred to as whores, or subjected to public humiliation – which has become easier with the rise of revenge porn. In short, women are expected to fulfil a multitude of conflicting roles at once. To be visible as well as invisible; alluring as well as reticent. And when they fall short, as they inevitably do, they are held to account, not just for their perceived failings, but for those of men as well.  

So, what is a woman to do? There’s a price to be paid for claiming our space. In spite of the risks, invisibility is sometimes safer. To be visible is to be a target. To stand out as a rival to men is even more perilous. Modesty – that double-edged virtue so beloved of the patriarchy – becomes a weapon with which to strike out at women who are successful. As with Emma Pattison, whose “high-flying” career has been blamed in the Press for driving her husband to murder - there is a narrative that suggests successful women – like crowing hens – are not only unnatural, but are somehow asking for trouble. Women who demand their space are seen as pushy, shrill and unfeminine. This is especially true of women who do not have the advantage of white, middle-class, cis privilege: they are especially likely to be viewed as mannish, aggressive, dangerous. All women are at risk because of their gender. But some are more so than others. Which is why we need to be visible not just for ourselves, but for each other: that means amplifying the voices of those who struggle to be heard. It means to protest on behalf of all women, not just the ones we see socially. Because women are as different and diverse and imperfect in every way as any other social group. All women are valid. All women deserve to be seen. And when we have visibility, we need to make sure our shadows don’t fall on the women behind us in our race to catch the light. Because only when all of us have the same rights will women have equality. And only when the illusion of perfect womanhood is gone – along with its toxic counterpart, the one who gives womanhood a bad name, the woman who doesn’t know her place - will women have the right to stand and be seen as they really are; as individuals, not types, with unlimited range of potential.

[doodlegirl1998]

Thinking about Izu's admiration to AM (he word of the day lol) have you realize how Izu seems to admire/ look up only to AM? Oh sure he does finds others heroes cool and such but AM has a chokehold on him.

Which as much I'm a dadmight fan...I have to ask. Why? Its not as if he knows the man behind AM's mask. Its not as if AM the hero did smth fanstastic for lil Izu(remember the creepy photographer? His backstory is how AM saved his father...this should have been a background for Izu. Hell this could have been a plot twist)

Sure he gave a quirk to Izu...but is a suicidal quirk (which is a bad choice by Hori) and at the same time...cant train or do shit for Izu?

"The quirk came nicely for me" why? Maybe you can quote me an explanation "blabla energy blabla" but it feels a huge cheat. Even more as Izu has his bones broken - no, pulverizer- and no one baits an eye to this.

I think Izu should have stop the idolatry a little (NOT BECAME A HATER) and have a genuine talk to AM. Be upset with him...

But Hori😒

Hi @mikeellee 👋,

I agree with this. The fact that Izuku never grew past the All Might idolisation (and seemed to be the only one who was a fanboy of him) was strange to me.

AM is the number one hero - the fact that Izuku is a fanboy shouldn't be so out of the norm in his class.

Izuku and/or one of his parents being saved by All Might at one point could have been fantastic as a backstory for him and explained why Izuku is such an intense fanboy / loves AM so much as a child.

The juxtaposition of AM having OFA come so easily to him while Izuku has to struggle is a strange one. It explains why AM struggles to teach Izu / help him in this area however now this just feels like Izuku suffering for the sake of suffering.

Izuku's idolisation of AM should have naturally faded as he grows to love AM on a more personal father / son level - but sadly Hori isn't interested in exploring that.

#mha critical #bnha critical #izuku deserves better #all might deserves better

[arofulboyfriend]

howdy! i'm seren (he/him) and this is my shiny new blog after a long time away from tumblr (or rather just lurking in the shadows). decided to rejoin after a few months of chilling in the aroacespec tags and slowly coming to terms with my own aro identity, and because i think any community could always use another token transmasc /lh

im not big on using social media, so i may post somewhat infrequently, but i do love to meet new people and chat so my ask box and replies are all open and i try to check my notifications often!

about me (brief): like i said my name is seren, i use he/him pronouns, and like the bio says i'm transmasc, lovequeer, and aroace, in broad strokes. i'm an adult in my mid 20s and i like genshin impact and pjsk and a bunch of other things, so you may sometimes see fandom reblogs if they relate to aroace-ness (will always be tagged)

on labels: im still coming to terms with my aro (and, to a lesser extent, ace) identities, so these are subject to change entirely, as of time of writing though, i'm gnc transmasc, bellus- and idem- romantic, bi-alterous and sex-repulsed ace. i recently saw the term "lovequeer" and really liked that too, so it's been added to the hoard (tm). more explanations below the cut for how i personally define and relate to each label!

about the blog: will use cw/tw tags where needed. i dont personally need tone indicators but i try to use them myself, but usage may be inconsistent. if in doubt, just ask, but 99% of the time i probably sound more cold/angry than i actually am. no dni or dnf just don't be a weird exclusionary or separatist a-hole

other than that, thanks for stopping by!

for simplicity i will always default to calling myself some combo of: transmasc, queer, aroace, or aro, but i'm all of them at once

gnc transmasc: i am transmasc, not trans man, trans boy, boy, or man (the "boyfriend" in my url is meant to be understood as a separate label from "boy"). i prefer masculine forms of address from non close friends, i do not like any feminine terms like girl, sis, etc. i am not out to anyone except close friends and safe parties (like pride) irl, and am not on hormones and cannot get surgery for a variety of reasons, but i do not mind dressing feminine, but by default i kinda tend towards tomboyish fashion regardless

bellusromantic: i enjoy conventionally romantic (as per US social norms) gestures in purely platonic contexts, such as holding hands, cuddling, cheek and hand smooching, calling my friends babe/dear, etc. not fond of mouth kissing.

idemromantic: probably bcus of the audhd, but i do not and have never seen an actual difference between "being besties" and "being romantically involved" - i lovingly call myself homie oriented. internally i never understood a sentiment of "more than friends" or whatever and politically speaking i am loudly, angrily critical of said sentiment.

lovequeer: a term i saw on tumblr a few days ago at time of writing. i feel like my relationship to the concept and feeling of "love" is inherently queer (as in "odd/weird" /pos)

bi-alterous: even though i'm aroace, "bi" was the first queer label i ever connected to, and im not willing to drop it. i am able to form close, intimate relationships with any person of any gender

sex repulsed ace: im repulsed by the idea and concept of specifically irl sex/pornography. i indulge in the occasional smutty fanart or smut fic bcus sadly i do have a libido, but i currently and for the foreseeable future only trust one person with any smut oriented discussion and i only make jokes with close friends

#aromantic #aspec #aroace #asexual #lovequeer #arospec #acespec #aro pride #aromantic asexual #i havent used tumblr in a long time so my familiarity with tagging culture is. Off #actual blog will use org and cw/tw tags ! #seren yaps #one day ill probably make this a carrd cause i do love making carrds but im lazy

[faetaiity]

Haven’t seen someone do this before but

Evil! ROTTMNT AU headcannons

TW: Murder, Mentions of drugs, weapons, explosives, mentions that April might be dead, the turtles and Splinter being pricks for the most part.

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Crime rate is so fucking high In New York because the turtles literally just rob and attack/kill people 💀

There’s a night-time curfew, you NEED to be indoors by 9pm

Murder victims are found brutally beaten, sadly this damages the View of Mutants in the public’s eye

Surviving victims often refuse to talk about it, only muttering about mutant turtles…

In this AU, they follow the traditional Ninja occupation

Aka Trained assassins and spies

In this AU they work closely with the Foot, Draxum, and Big mama (They also cause tension between said groups because they’re little shits)

Going out after the Curfew ends up in disaster 9 times out of 10.

April isn’t friends with them in this AU and could possibly be dead.

The reader in said AU probably won’t meet them in a kind way.

Even seeing them could be a death sentence

Surviving said encounter makes them more interested in you because they tend to harm their victims pretty badly

I mean, you still had sprains from running, and small cuts from a Kunai barely hitting you, almost missing you entirely

if you manage to survive you kinda have to deal with coming home to your apartment and seeing them

After getting to know them, or you just kicking them out, they tend to stalk you if you have to go outside at night

Meaning you’re off limits to Draxum, Big mama and the foot clan

Sometimes they just come up next to you and scare you before laughing and asking how you’re doing

After awhile you get used to this, and end up spending time with them

It’s alarming when you find various trinkets and stashes in your apartment

Weapons, drugs, explosives, machinery, anything illegal you could think of.

They don’t really care if you take any of this but I wouldn’t recommend it.

Because even if they don’t care, the people they’re getting it for, definitely will.

The mutants that are the villains in the original universe aren’t aggressive in this AU

you’d probably end up befriending them

Keep them far away from the turtles and Splinter

Now for Individual headcannons

Mikey is almost always in a similar personality to ‘Dr. Delicate Touch’, it’s basically the norm, honestly this man is fucking insane, sorry not sorry

Leo is the trickster, he’s the one who plays pranks that can end in missing limbs if he’s you’re enemy, I feel like he would be really good at training attack dogs, total flirt.

Raph is,,,, Similar to 2012 Raph, aggressive, mean and not the greatest to be around if you like to push buttons, He’s made you flinch before just for the fun of it, after that he does it all the time and thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

Donnie,,,, where the FUCK do I begin with Donnie.

His brothers try to keep you out of striking distance with him, loose canon, absolute wild card of a mad scientist

He’s also experimented on misbehaving Foot members but anyway-

You probably get introduced to Splinter at some point

Does not go well.

He left you with a dislocated arm

Needless to say, you don’t go to the lair after that

They stopped knocking on your window after a few days and just break in unannounced.

First time that happened you had a friend over, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife

Mainly because Mikey was halfway through the window and your friend was staring bug-eyed at them

Donnie almost tased them, so, like any normal human, they freaked the fuck out and left your apartment running

Donnie thought it was the funniest shit ever

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Augh I love dark AU’s and I dunno if anyone else has something similar so I made this!!!

They are the men fr

I will probably accept rqs for the Dark AU, I’m just bored lmao

#rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #raph x reader #mikey x reader #leo x reader #Dark! ROTTMNT AU

[true-blue-megamind]

I have a question. I don't know if this has been asked this before. Why does Roxanne fall for Megamind? I'm crazy happy they end up together but I still wonder why? Most people were scared of him until he saved the day. He kidnapped Roxanne all the time. She was super pissed at him for a while there. He's also not human. How does the whole attraction thing even work when you aren't the same species? Because, yeah, Megs is cool af, but an ET with blue skin and a big head probably wasn't the star of many Metro City girl's wet dreams. Maybe after he started the hero gig since people are just like that but not before. But Roxanne kind of flirted with him before he turned good or anything. So I guess she had to see something in him other people didn't. What do you think it was?

MEGAMIND FAN THEORY THURSDAY: Roxanne’s Attraction

Yes, I’m back again with another Megamind Fan Theory Thursday! Special thanks to this week’s anonymous contributor! I appreciate you, whoever you may be! I also want to express my sincere gratitude to all those who read, like, and reblog these posts… Knowing that you share the love for this fandom is the reason why I continue dedicating time, whenever possible, to researching and writing about these theories. This blog wouldn’t exist without you. Thank you!

If, however, you are that one individual who has inexplicably insisted upon reading two years' worth of articles about a film you still haven’t watched… I continue to have faith you’ll one day see the light. Or at least the movie. Hope springs eternal.

In the meantime: SPOILER WARNING!

We’re all human—at least, I assume most people reading this probably are—and that means we’re imperfect. One of the sadly common flaws of our species is a tendency to be rather judgmental, sometimes without just cause, and we certainly see that occurring in the film Megamind. After all, the alien genius was left to be raised in a high-security jail among presumably dangerous inmates simply due to his appearance and was pressured into supervillainy in part because he was different. Given that fact, along with the fear and ostracization many apparently showed him, there is reason to wonder exactly what first attracted Roxanne Ritchi to the blue man. After all, as today’s contributor pointed out, most humans, if asked to describe their perfect match, might not immediately default to “an alien with a large head and a complexion of a popular primary color, as a random nonspecific example.” Yet Roxanne is most certainly attracted to Megamind. Of course, many fan suggest that she must find him handsome—it’s doubtful she’d be in a romantic relationship with him by the end of the film if she thought him ugly—but they also contend that, given her disinterest in Metroman, the attraction must be more than physical. The question is: what qualities made her fall for him rather than an ordinary human or the supposedly perfect former Defender? Can fan theories shed any light? Let’s take a look!

Not Your Average Damsel

Some may be tempted to suggest that this is merely a typical case of the damsel falling for her rescuer. After all, that’s one of the common superhero tropes, isn’t it? Even Megamind himself, while talking to Titan after training, said that saving a lady was the way to her heart. The problem with this is that, in that particular instance, the blue man was completely and undeniably wrong. His love interest’s attraction had little or nothing to do with him whisking her out of Titan’s murderous clutches.

There are three reasons why fan theories rightfully dispute the concept of Megamind and Roxanne sharing a stereotypical hero/damsel romance. Firstly, the movie itself is well known for subverting superhero genre norms, and indeed that seems to have been one of the major themes of the narrative. Given how much effort was put into turning such conventions on their heads, sometimes even lampooning them, it’s extremely doubtful that the film’s creators would have suddenly adopted such stereotypes in this one case.

Secondly, there is Roxanne herself. This character is spunky, independent, and not easily cowed. During Megamind and Titan’s second fight, we see her holding a broken street sign, preparing to join in the fray. That’s a far cry from the expected behavior of a supposedly helpless damsel. Furthermore, despite being rescued by Metroman multiple times—hundreds, in fact, according to the prequel comic The Reign of Megamind—she states outright that they “were never a couple.” That alone clearly dismisses the idea of Roxanne swooning for the blue man simply because he rescues her. If she were the sort to do that, she would have fallen for Metroman as well—especially considering that most of the people around her apparently believed him to be Mr. Perfect.

The third and final reason is one we’ve touched on before. It bears repeating, however, as it truly puts the proverbial nail in the coffin of the Typical Damsel argument. As our contributor mentioned, Roxanne canonically was attracted to Megamind while he was still a supervillain. During the kidnapping scene, when the blue man draws close and practically purrs a vaguely suggestive line—“such… tricks won’t work on me”—in the reporter’s ear, rather than showing reluctance she asks him to “please talk slower.” Megamind, of course, responds by calling her “Temptress.” Tellingly, while she doesn’t acknowledge it, Roxanne also doesn’t object to the epithet. Fan theories suggest that this obviously indicates there was already attraction on both sides, although its extremely doubtful either would have ever acted upon it. (As a well-known television reporter, Roxanne may have been too well aware of the potential destruction of her career, and Megamind, despite having her at his mercy numerous times, was obviously too goodhearted to make a move without invitation. You can read more about the latter in Megamind and Masculinity.)

Smart is Hot

This, then, leaves us with the question of exactly what did attract Roxanne to Megamind. Does she simply have a thing for blue aliens, or is it something more than that? One fan theory suggests that the answer lies in a line that was cut from the final version of the screenplay. Initially, after telling Megamind, who was then disguised as Bernard, that Metroman had never been her type, she added that she’d always preferred brains over brawn. That is interesting because intelligence is certainly something the former supervillain has in abundance. In a previous Fan Theory Thursday post, Why Kidnap Roxanne, we explored the likelihood of Megamind’s clearly ingenious species being naturally attracted to intellect. The thing is that he may not have been the only one. Merriam-Webster defines the term sapiosexual as someone who experiences “sexual or romantic attraction to highly intelligent people.” As you can guess from the mere fact that this word exists, it is fully possible for some humans to possess this inborn predisposition. Many fans believe that Roxanne Ritchi is, indeed, a sapiosexual, and this may be one reason why she would fall head-over-heels for a super-genius, alien or otherwise. In fact, as discussed in How Smart is Megamind, the blue man may quite literally be the smartest person on Earth, making him extremely alluring to someone already attracted by brilliance.

Indeed, according to fan theories, several things about Roxanne’s character support this idea. She was originally imagined as an investigative reporter, so she’s obviously not stupid. She appears to dislike Hal not based upon his appearance but rather due to his lack of intelligence and his constant harassment. Perhaps the most telling evidence, however, comes from comparing her reactions to Megamind and his former nemesis. As mentioned before, Metroman is supposed to be most people’s idea of masculine perfection. Simply look at the way his fans, especially the female ones, behave during the opening of his museum. Add to this the fact that he is largely based on Superman and Elvis Presley—both of whom were, at one time, considered extremely handsome—and we can safely assume that Metroman is supposed to be some sort of Adonis. He’s also wealthy, famous, and powerful; three qualities that many people might consider great advantages in a potential boyfriend. Nonetheless, Roxanne Ritchi shows no interest at all in him.

Conversely, while dating Megamind in his guise as “Bernard,” the woman’s attention—and perhaps her heart—seem to be captured by his conversation, intellect, wit, and humor. She initially begins spending time with him because she believes him to possess expert knowledge concerning Megamind as well as enough intelligence to help her decipher the supervillain’s plan. She clearly enjoys having long conversations with him, laughing at his humorous stories, and reading books together in a library. Granted, the last was done for research purposes in the film, but the Bad Blue Brilliant comics show Megamind and Roxanne planning a date at a library after the blue man has become a hero. Obviously a shared love of books was something Roxanne liked about him. It appears that such traits attracted the reporter while riches and model-perfect looks couldn’t.

Of course, Roxanne rejects the former villain after she learns who he really is, but one Megamind fan theory suggests that that was almost certainly not because of him, but rather because of his actions. It makes sense. She is hurt and infuriated that he lied to her, and she makes her objections to some of his past behaviors known in no uncertain terms. However, when considering the charges she lays at his proverbial doorstep, it’s clear that what she cannot abide is his criminal behavior. She accuses him of murder, taking control of the city, and tricking her. Furthermore, she seems convinced that his only purpose in disguising himself was to toy with her emotions for his own sadistic amusement.

As the film progresses, however, she realizes that he did not actually kill Metroman and that he was sincere about their relationship. That, in turn, removes many of her objections and creates room for her love to grow once more. Indeed, when Megamind, obviously upset, mentions their breakup while they are driving to Metroman’s hideout, Roxanne briefly displays a sorrowful expression before apparently hardening her resolve and slamming on the breaks. (This was likely because she still thought the former villain guilty of murder.) Furthermore, during this unused clip cut from the final film, while taunting his captive, Titan refers to Megamind as Roxanne’s boyfriend, and she doesn’t correct him. Moments later, when he tells the woman to summon her hero, she doesn’t hesitate to issue a heartfelt plea to Megamind. When she sees the blue man make his grand entrance, the look on Roxanne’s face says clearly that she knew he would come. When she believes Megamind to be wounded, Roxanne weeps, and when he, at last, takes up the position of Defender, she kisses his cheek. It seems the woman has grown to trust and love the former Master of All Villainy.

It’s What’s Inside That Counts

Megamind’s intelligence is likely not the only reason Roxanne finds herself falling for him. Many fan theories suggest that his personality was also a driving factor. As mentioned before, he is funny and likable during their dates. When they ride bikes together, he’s clearly having fun, and that makes him fun to be around. While dining out, just before the kiss and the holowatch’s malfunction, he obviously charms her. Even before that, however, the blue man seems to display some very positive traits. His mourning his nemesis, laughing with Minion, and playing with the brainbots all evince a kind heart hidden beneath the black leather and spikes. That same trait continues to appear throughout the film. Later in the narrative, during Titan's attack, Megamind displays a concern for the people of Metro City despite those same people having ostracized him all his life. He is manifestly not as evil as he tries to appear. In fact, his treatment of his damsel offers further proof of this. While he has Roxanne tied up in his Lair as bait for Metroman, it becomes obvious that Megamind’s so-called doom devices have been carefully calibrated not to actually harm the woman, and she seems to know it as she shows no fear. She even seems to enjoy her situation sometimes. When Megamind makes a veiled Star Wars reference, Roxanne smirks as if she’s trying not to laugh.

Thus it appears extremely likely that, from the start of the movie, the reporter already knew Megamind was too good a person to actually hurt her and it seems she appreciated his geeky humor. This is hardly surprising. According to the prequel comic, The Reign of Megamind, he has had more than 600 failed plots and Roxanne has been his compulsory guest of honor for many of them. Consider how much time for interaction that must have afforded them before the cameras started rolling. Even if Roxanne was only awake for an average of half an hour before each actual battle began, that would still mean that she spent roughly 300 hours alone in Megamind and Minion’s company. To put it in perspective, that’s twelve-and-a-half days! It seems nearly impossible that Roxanne could spend the equivalent of nearly two weeks in Megamind’s company without some of his charm, kindness, and humor showing through. This is quite possibly another reason for her evident attraction.

That’s not all. As mentioned in the post What Sort of Hero Will Megamind Be, the blue man lists several qualities necessary for a Defender while discussing the topic in the Metroman Museum. Although he doesn’t seem to recognize it at the time, he actually displays all of them with the exception of his former adversary's DNA. Strength? The fact that Megamind breaks a saw on Titan’s face while punching him indicates that the former villain is far more physically powerful than he looks, and his ability to remain calm and think under extreme pressure suggests that he has serious willpower. Determination? Megamind talks about learning from his many defeats, and the simple fact that he continued to get up and try again after losing more than 600 times shows that he certainly doesn’t give up easily. Courage? The alien genius goes to Roxanne for help in finding Titan’s weakness rather than fleeing despite Titan’s attempt to kill him. Afterward he puts his life on the line to save Roxanne from the new villain—and that’s after facing a superpowered foe for years. Whatever else he may be, no one can argue that Megamind isn’t brave.

Finally, there’s also Megamind’s industriousness. Imagine how many inventions he must have constructed over the years… There would doubtlessly be hundreds! Everyone one of them had to be not only built but also designed and tested. How many hours of plans, calculations, schematics, calibrations, and labor go into each one? It's unclear, but what is certain is that, despite clearly knowing how to have fun, the blue man just as obviously understands the value of hard work. It’s doubtful that laziness is a vice he has ever suffered from.

So, why is Roxanne Ritchi attracted to Megamind? While we may never know how physically desirable she finds him—although fans speculate that, based on their relationship, she must find him handsome—the blue man possesses plenty of other beguiling virtues. Alien or not, Roxanne obviously finds his intelligence and personality too alluring to ignore, and as soon as he embraced goodness rather than behaving in destructive ways she could not condone, she gave him her heart. If you consider it, that really isn’t shocking at all. If any one of us were courted by a person who was smart, funny, courageous, kind, charming, hardworking, fun-loving, and strong, would we remain unaffected? Or would we, like the movie’s heroine, tumble head-over-heels into love? In the end, it’s little wonder that Roxanne fell for the new Defender of Metro City. It would have been more surprising if she hadn’t.

That concludes this week’s Fan Theory Thursday! I hope you enjoyed it!

#megamind #Megamind #megamind roxanne #megamind x roxanne #megarox #fan theories #fan theory #fan theory thursday #megamind fan theory #fictional characters #character analysis #meta #deep dive #dreamworks #megamind movie #attraction #sapiosexual #headcanon #headcanons #analysis #movie theory

[totesnothere04]

Day to Day Norm Pt.7

Norm x F!Quaritch!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.

Warnings: Angsty, shitty songcord written by yours truly (pls don't come at me about it I know it's not good😭)

Spoken in Na'vi

Part 6 Part 8

The early part of the morning had just started but Norm and Jake were anything but happy about the morning. This morning they prepare your body for burial later in the day. While your avatar would be buried close to Tsu'tey's, your human body would be buried at Hell's Gate along with your dad and all of the people who defected with him. Neytiri walked into the kelku where they were preparing your body and she knelt next to your head. She took out the braids from the battle and redid them in a more traditionally elegant manner. She took the song cord she had helped you piece together before the destruction of Hometree and handed it to Norm.

"I will teach you what each part means, the song it creates, so that you may remember her by her accomplishments." Neytiri tells Norm, who ducks his head sadly. His ears drooped back as he nodded.

"Thank you, Neytiri." Norm says and she gives him a small smile.

"We're here for you anytime you need us." Jake tells Norm, who chuckles lightly.

"If I'm correct... You two have something a bit more important to think about." Norm says gesturing toward Neytiri's stomach. The couple looks away from him bashfully. Not because of the events that led to the pregnancy or newly mated bliss, but because they were still sitting next to your body. The one who was supposed to bare his children. The three continue to work on cleaning your body and Neytiri starts humming. Jake's ears perk up and he listens to her as she sings.

"What are you singing?" Jake asks her and she casts a look at your songcord. He takes hold of her hand gently. "Why don't you sing it for us?" She holds her hand out for Norm to return the songcord to her and he does so. Norm as your mate and Jake as your brother return to their duty as Neytiri starts humming a base melody.

"Ma Eywa has given me freedom from my first life." She sang as she ran her finger over the first bead, which Jake recognized as a bioluminescent rock he had given to you when you were accepted into the Omatikaya to train with them. "For this, I give my thanks. We live among the people as one of them. For this, I give my thanks." Neytiri continued to sing as she ran her fingers over smaller wooden beads. The next bead seemed to be handmade since it was mostly yellow, with red dropped in the middle of it. "Ma Eywa has given me a brother, ma Jake." Jake's ears perk forward at that verse since it spoke of him as your family. The chorus repeated and Jake and Norm were both watching her fingers run over the beads. The next was a tuft of hair held together by a small strip of leather. "In coming here I was given a mother. So smart and so strong and beautiful, ma Grace." Neytiri's voice started to waver but she continued determined to finish. "He came to his mind and Sees us. He came back to me, ma sempul, Miles." Jake's ears dip back thinking of how beautiful your songcord is, but how tragic it is when he thinks about those who have been mentioned. The next larger bead was blue with a lighter brown circle on one side. "Ma Eywa, brought ma tsmukan, Miles. The sweet younger brother who will be strong like our father." Her finger drifts over the next noticeable bead which had been carved and painted blue and green. "By Eywa's grace, ma tsmuke(sister), Neytiri. She Sees us for who we are, not where we come from." The song continued with how you had passed your iknimaya and been fully accepted as one of the people. She continues down the cord and smiles at the second to last larger bead. "She gifted me him, my savior. The man I will love for all eternity, ma Norm." She sings and continues down the line. The last bead was where she seemed to freeze for a moment and took a deep breath. The bead was a small rough rock that Neytiri knew the meaning of. She knew because the two of you had added these beads together and she had a matching one on her songcord. "Ma Norm and I, we welcome a new life. It grows inside me right now. A welcome addition to my family." Neytiri closed out the song cord and Norm cast his eyes down to your body.

"Neytiri... Was she pregnant?" Jake asked the question that was swirling in Norm's head.

"She was." Neytiri whispered and Jake felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs. Norm was silent as he looked over your figure, trying to process this information.

"Why didn't she stay out of the war if she knew?" Norm asked Neytiri after he finally found his voice.

"As High Warrior, it was her place to fight beside our Olo'eyktan to free our people." Neytiri told him.

"But how would she have known it had only been a few days since we mated and... Wouldn't that have been too early to tell?" Norm finally asks her.

"No. My mother knew of us both being with child within a couple of days." Neytiri told him and the sob he had been holding in finally clawed its way out of his throat. Jake hopped over your body and held Norm close to him.

"I'm so sorry Norm. If I would've known I could've tried to get her to stay behind with Mo'at." Jake says but it does little to console him. Neytiri continues with her duties of dressing you. She ensures your chest piece and tweng fit your role as High Warrior and drapes the headpiece she had made for you on your head.

"Ma Jake... She is ready." Neytiri says and Jake moves to pick you up but Norm stops him.

"I can do it." Norm tells him as he picks up your body and carries you to where you'll be buried. Norm passes a small family of three consisting of a young girl, a small boy, and their father. The little boy reaches out and grabs the hand that hanging from your body.

"Setxä." The boys' father reaches and removes his hand from yours.

"But that is her!" The boy says and his father nods.

"I know Setxä. I know, but she is with Eywa now." The Na'vi man pulls his son into his arms and away from your unmoving figure. Norm set you down in your final resting place, and he rolled your prosthetic pinky in his hand. He could remember that day like it was yesterday.

-Flashback-

Jake was still in his link pod, Trudy was walking around with Grace outside, and that left you and Norm by yourselves. The two of you were tangled up under the blankets in his bunk. You had long since put on your underwear and one of Norm's t-shirts which were large on you, while he wore his boxers and nothing else.

"I can't wait." You tell him and he chuckles.

"I can't wait either. Everything you and Jake told me about it I can't help but want to experience it too." Norm says and you snuggle into his chest.

"And I'm gonna be right there with you. Every step of the way." You say and he stick out his pinky.

"Pinky promise?" He says jokingly but you take that as a challenge of humor. So you remove your fake pinky and hand it to him.

"I pinky promise." You whisper to him and he outright laughs at the joke.

-Flashback Over-

"You kept your promise." Norm says quietly as he leans forward and presses a light kiss to your forehead. "I love you (Y/n)." He says and steps up next to Jake who kneels next to your grave with an Atorkirina in hand. He had done this many times today already but this one felt heavier. Far more difficult for him to deliver than the others. He was finally able to let go of the Atokirina and it danced around your torso and it settled in your hands.

13 Years Later

"Norm, can I talk to you for a moment?" Norm turned toward Max and sent his friend a tired smile. He had been spending alot of time in his avatar but he didn't stop taking care of Miles, though the boy prefers Spider these days. Matter of fact that's who Max was having to drag him away from. The two men walked away from the group of kids to a silent corner.

"What can I do for you Max?" Norm asks and Max quickly turns and pulls Norm into his private lab. Norm gapes at the room and all of the equipment inside it, especially the growth tube with an Avatar inside of it.

"I'm sure you recognize most of this tech." Max says and Norm nods.

"Yeah, but why do you have it? And who is this for?" Norm asks and Max scratches the back of his head.

"That's my avatar. I needed to make sure it worked before I used it for the purpose it was meant for. Before you and Jake were stationed on Pandora, (Y/n) was able to trick Selfridge into buying all of this." Max says but he stops next to a box that had been open for a long time. "Except this. She saved five of her paychecks to buy this." Max opens the lid of the box and Norm peers inside and his eyes go wide.

"Is this what I think it is?" Norm asks him and Max nods. "But why did she want all of this?"

"Simple. For Spider." Max tells his friend and Norm runs a hand over the growth pod and the transfer device in his hand. "She planned to run the moment she was able to separate her consciousness from her human body to her avatar."

"What changed her mind?" Norm looked Max in the eye, and the shorter man fidgeted as he sat down.

"Spider was born then she met you. Suddenly she had more that she cared about at base than her deep desire to learn in the environment. Then everything happened and she got what she wanted." Max said and Norm gulped down the lump in his throat. "Since you're his caretaker I wanted to know what you thought about me carrying out (Y/n)'s wishes."

"You have my permission. It's what she wanted and it'll make it easier for him." Norm sniffs once and squats to leave the building closing the door behind him.

Meanwhile

Spider sprinted behind Lo'ak and Kiri watching as they raced toward the lab. Kiri was going to visit her mom, and Spider and Lo'ak were going to support her. The moment they were indoors the two Na'vi put on masks and Spider took off his. Kiri went to say hello to her mother while Lo'ak finally took the time to look over all the pictures on the walls. There were hundreds scattered from desktops to the walls and he had never stopped to look at the before. Spider followed behind him finding his sudden curiosity odd. There were four prominent figures in the majority of them. They weren't always together but they were near eachother often. Jake, Grace, Norm, and you doing various things. In one you and Grace are sitting at her desk at Hell's Gate while she teaches you. You had only arrived a few weeks before the picture being taken. The next you held a bow in your hand an annoyed Jake running behind you. Neytiri in the background laughing at the two of your stupidity. The next Grace was hugging Jake's shoulders with a kind smile on her face and Jake smiling as well.

"It is always so weird to see my father not as a Na'vi man." Lo'ak finally confesses and Spider huffs a laugh.

"Oh my gosh. Look at Norm in this one." Spider points to one hanging higher up on the wall. Lo'ak shifts his gaze to it and frowns when he sees it.

"Bro... He looked so happy." Lo'ak says and Spider is confused why until the picture is lowered for him to look at. Norm was with his back against the wall on the bottom bunk of a mobile unit. In his lap, you slept with your arms wrapped around his torso and your head rested on his chest. Norm had his head laid on top of yours and he had a content smile on his face and looked like he might fall asleep himself.

"Yeah, he did look happy there." Spider says sadly but his eyes remained glued to you.

"I think you'd like this one Spider." Kiri had joined them and she took the picture off the side of the fridge and handed it to him. You were in the medical wing holding a small baby boy in your arms. Your dad was holding you as you continued to stare at the boy you held, and your dad couldn't stop staring at both of you. His children.

"Max told me that was the day you were born." Kiri tells him and Spider inhales sharply to hide the stutter of his breathing.

"Hey Spider I want to make sure you don't have any developing allergies. I'm going to draw some blood if that's alright with you?" Max asks him and Spider nods and follows him to a sterile area. Max draws some of his blood and actually tests some of it for any health anomalies.

"How am I looking Max?" Spider asks him and Max smiles warmly at Spider.

"Perfectly healthy." Max says and Spider fist-bumps the air.

"Hey Max. You spent the most time with them. What were they like?" Spider asks and Max nearly drops the vile of blood in his hands. He carefully sets it down and turns to Spider.

"Both Quaritch and (Y/n) were so stubborn and headstrong. At first I thought they were opposites, but I was so wrong. Closer to the war Quaritch showed exactly where (Y/n) got all of her personality traits. Honorable, protective, caring, and selfless. You remind me of them alot." Max tells Spider who tucks his legs closer to his chest.

"I wish I could remember them." Spider said and Max clasped Spider's shoulder.

"They would've been proud of you." Max says and Spider sighs.

"Were either of them funny?" Spider asks and Max starts to answer but moves over to his monitor instead.

"Maybe some of their video logs can answer that better than I can." Max says and moves out of the way for Spider to watch the screen. You were sitting infront of the camera talking about observations you were making on a plant. The sound of fast-approaching wheels catches Spider's attention and Jake comes into view of the camera.

"What the fuck is that?" Jake asks and you look up from the microscope and roll your eyes.

"Panopyra or as the Na'vi call them tawtsngal, which means Sky Cup. They use the liquid in them for a nutritious and healing drink." You tell Jake who looks in the microscope.

"I still have no idea about plant life here." Jake says and you smack the side of his head lightly.

"Skxawng. Don't hurt your head trying to learn." You laugh and Jake turns to you displeased.

"You and Neytiri will cause more damage to my head than me learning." Jake says and you scoff. Jake retaliated by dragging you out of your chair and into his lap as he attacked your sides. You thrash in his hold for a bit until you're able to escape as Norm comes into the room. It surprises Spider how well Norm is able to stay standing when you jump up and attach yourself to Norms back.

"Protect me! Jake is finally taking his revenge for us forcing him to use that lump that's three feet above his ass!" You say dramatically and Norm shakes his head chuckling.

"Children. I live with children." Norm says and you look between Jake and Norm. You then smack the side of his face and jump off of him and take off to hide from them.

"A menace, Norm. You're dating a menace." Jake says and Norm takes notice of the camera that's still on and turns it off. Spider laughed for a good chunk of the time that the video was playing.

Nearly two years later the clan had to relocate after Hometree was destroyed again, and a new war had begun.

A Year Later

"She's waking up now." A voice said but you didn't recognize who it belonged to.

"Can you hear me, Corporal?" Someone else asks. You sit up and shoo them away from you.

"Where's my dad?" You ask them and they motion for someone off to the side to come forward. Instead of your dad a Na'vi man comes toward you and since you don't recognize him you panic.

"Baby girl. Deep breaths it's me. They thought it would be a good idea for you to wake up to them since you spent some time as a POW with the Na'vi." Your Dad says and he casts a sideways glance at the scientists and you catch onto what he saying.

"Yeah. Yeah, I get it, but I need my dad." You said as you wrapped your arms around your dad and he returns the hug. He cradles the back of your head as he plants a kiss on the crown of your head.

"Let's get you dressed." He says and hands you a stack of clothing. You put on most of the clothing but opt to throw your shoes to the side. You follow your father to a locker room where everyone else was waiting.

"Ah. Our guide has finally arrived!" Simmens exclaimed when you walked into the room.

"Simmens. Always a pleasure." You say and he walks right up next to you and wraps an arm over your shoulders.

"We were so worried when you were kept as a POW (prisoner of war). I was relieved we had you do your soul drive two weeks early. We'll need someone with expertise in Pandoran flora and fauna." Simmens says and you sigh.

"I'm not an expert. I never even got to graduate college." You tell him and he shook his head.

"Nonsense. You know plenty that we don't know. Ain't that right everyone?" Simmens asks everyone in the room and most nod and hum in agreement. You slip out of Simmens grasp and sit behind Lyle and Mansk. You plopped your flat hand onto Lyle's head with an audible 'plep' and you giggled.

"Damn Wainfleet. Still couldn't get hair even when in a Na'vi body." You joke and he shakes his head. He turns and playfully hisses at you and you return the favor. His eyes go wide as he stares at your mouth and you get confused.

"Uh, Colonel. You two share a gene." Lyle says and you become even more confused. Your dad turns around to look at the two of you. "Open your mouth, (Y/nn)." Lyle says and you open your mouth and your dad smiles wide.

"Would you look at that. She's got my smile." Your Dad says and you notice his three canines. You run your tongue over your canines and give a toothy smile.

"Extra intimidation factor." You say and your dad chuckles as he throws his arm around your shoulders and you lean into his side.

Later on, as you were all getting ready to depart to go down to Pandora, you, Lyle, and Mansk were joking around with each other.

"Simmens has won the universe's most stubborn asshole." Mansk says quietly.

"Yeah. Still has a giant boner for you even after dying and coming back to life." Lyle says and you you laugh with your mouth closed.

"You guys are mean but not wrong. I think he's a huge creep. I mean he met me when I was a literal 16-year-old." You tell them and Lyle cringes.

"What about lover boy (Y/n)?" Lyle asks you and you look away from them.

"I want to find them again. I love Norm so much and he's still out there... I can feel it." You say and Mansk pats Lyle on the back. "Sorry Lyle but you're like a cool older brother."

"Ain't gotta apologize. You love who you love." He says and you frown. "I mean it. I'd rather keep you as a friend if I can't have you as my girl." He smiles and nudges your chin with his knuckles. You boarded the shuttle between Lyle and your dad and huffed in annoyance at having to wear a mask inside. You tuck your braids behind your ear and lean your head on your dad's arm. When the shuttle lands and you start to walk down the ramp your dad turns to your group.

"Masks off!" He calls out and you nearly tear it off of your face. You scowl when your bare feet touch the pavement and start wishing to grant death to the people who did all of this. Killed off the natural life just to place cold dead material in its place. You prance along behind your dad and Lyle as they lead the group into Bridgehead City. Big ugly concrete buildings that you would have been elated to never see again when you came out here. Your dad and Simmens get called over by some horrid-looking woman for a chat. Your dad motions to Lyle for him to stay near you and he does so along with Ja and Mansk. The group was led to an area that was made for the recoms and everyone ended up sitting around and waiting. Until your dad and Simmens came in and briefed everyone on our mission. Lyle had his arm slung over your shoulders to ground you and remind you to keep calm until later. It was an unspoken thing between everyone in your dad's squad. Everyone could remember everything up until their death. Everyone was led to an armory to grab guns and ammo and anything else they might need. When you got there you found the only weapon that interested you, which was a compact bow and its arrows and a few knives just in case.

After everyone was armed you went back outside heading straight for a couple of ships. You boarded a ship with your dad's squad and thanked Eywa you didn't have to be near Simmens. The moment the ships landed one of Simmens men tried to touch a bright pink flower. You smacked his hand away and glared at him.

"Don't touch that or you'll be so horny for the next 48 hours that you'll have to be isolated." You tell him and he backs away from the plant. You quickly and quietly scale a large fallen tree as everyone else travels on the ground. Their large boots leaving tracks through the mossy and grassy ground. You continue to scout from above making as little sound as possible while you all made your way through the old battlefield. You spot the familiar shack up ahead and press your neck com.

"Damaged mobile unit up ahead." You tell them and your dad moves some of the foliage aside.

"We see it. Stay up high and hidden. We'll need someone to give us an advantage if we get ambushed." Simmens says.

"This is a battlefield. To them, it would mostly be off-limits. Seen as a war grave in a way." You tell him and you see him wave his hand around to dismiss what you said. You scoff and move to a different tree while they all go to the shack. Mansk and Lyle continuously cast glances your way to see if you're signaling them. Their sunglasses were able to pick up on the red light of your laser pointer. You look out over the foliage and feel yourself smile. Even after all of the fighting and explosions life would regrow. You hear muffled speaking and look under the tree you're in and see a group of kids. They were all watching your group hidden behind some plants. You signal Mansk since he was looking in your direction and he nudges Lyle.

Your group starts a pincer maneuver while the kids start to leave. You follow the from above and when Mansk jumps out and grabs the youngest Lyle takes hold of the girl. Both the Na'vi and human boys had their bows drawn and aimed at your dad's squad. Your dad joins the group and shows them a picture of Jake and you shake your head. The Na'vi are honorable and would never sell out Toruk Makto. You decide to put in your two cents and jump down from the tree you're in. Your feet hit the ground silently and you approach the group.

"Calm down everyone. They're just kids." You say and your dad looks at you. "Colonel... They're just kids." You tell him and he nods once and puts away the picture. You stop infront of the only Na'vi boy and take in his features. Some of his features seemed... familiar.

"You're supposed to be dead." The human boy says quickly and you turn to him only to find he's looking at your dad.

"Yeah? What's it to you?" Your Dad asks him and your eyes widen at the familiar golden brown eyes. "What's your name?"

"Spider... Soccorro." He says and your hand involuntarily flies to your mouth. The Na'vi boy had been studying you the entire time. Trying to place where he had seen you before, I'd he even had. Then his eyes fly wide open and he turns to Spider with a shocked expression.

"Spider... It's your sister!" The boy says and Spider finally looks at you and his face pales and falls. You hear approaching footsteps and you look over your dad's group and they all nod for secrecy.

"Ah, you got us a catch huh?" You hear Simmens say and you cringe. Trying to work out a good plan to get everyone out of this alive and hopefully unscathed.

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