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lorimnnn · 10 months

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hey babez :3 could u possibly write about how michael feels for a hyperfemme bimbo gf? like he never sees her without heels and lashes on X3 this is shamelessly a self insert lol

i have no excuses. this has been sitting in my inbox and stewing in my mind for way too long but here it is!!! i was so excited to put it out I have no idea what happened lol

hope you enjoy my love!!

p.s. remember to reblog and comment!!!

cw: swearing, canon-typical violence, suggestive themes

i feel like a lot of the people who say he wouldn't care because he's literally a psychopathic serial killer forget he was born in 1957. He was literally raised in the sixties--- he won't care BUT HE'S GOING TO NOTICE.

michael is a watcher. long before he approached you he has memorised your routine, developed favourites from your closet, salivated over the doe-eyed batting of your long lashes when something doesn't quite go your way. you will later learn that your missing makeup products and fraying clothes is because of this fucker playing with you.

he's intrigued by you. the way you prance around without a care in the world, legs exposed, everything exposed. it's so scandalous. it feels like a sin to look at you alone.

the confidence that you carry yourself with only arouses him even more. he can't even fully objectify you because you know your worth and have standards and therefore he finds himself wondering what you're like. your personality. everything in between.

it becomes obsessive

when he approaches you, it's to extinguish his desire over your body. over you.

if he lets it go any further he'll---

are you... are you flirting with him?

he doesn't know how to feel with you looking directly at him, flinging comments his way despite knowing, KNOWING who he is. you're not even mistaken, you're just going for it even though he still has a knife in his hand

he already can't resist you

when you start running your hands down his body, he's done. just done.

if you're a bimbo in the 1960s (idfk you time travelled), you're going to be an outsider yourself and it makes him feel closer to you. you're practically a power couple--- two outsiders doing whatever the fuck you want with your lives? marriage. now.

you make him feel like a filthy old man. michael was raised with ideas of a white-picket fence and a busy 9-5 with a pretty wife to come home to. all that jazz. while he isn't that traditional you're going to be uprooting everything he once thought he knew and you best believe that when he looks at you, there is not one clean thought in his head

he becomes possessive tenfold. it doesn't help that you're dead gorgeous. will try stop you from leaving the house. will lock you and isolate you in there if he knew it wouldn't draw attention. why the fuck did you have to be so popular?

so many guys asking after you are now dead. and they keep popping up like flies--- Michael gets annoyed by this really easily. it's probably the only part of your getup and lifestyle that he doesn't really like. since he's a pretty independent killer and likes to go and do his own thing, it sets him on edge knowing he can't leave you alone for a minute without having like, 500 men pile up on his hit list

you get a free scary dog now at least. yay! privileges! feel free to walk wherever you want at whatever time of day or night. Michael will take care of you and castrate any man dumbass enough to even look your way

michael is so obsessed it's not okay

his favourite part about this though is watching you get ready. then tearing it all off you and watching you have to start again. you'll be doing your makeup and his hands will just be running up and down your legs, squeezing your thighs and waist, bruises left in his wake.

you'll be constantly swatting him away because he can't help himself. his hand is always on an exposed part of your skin

he just thinks you're so gorgeous and not in a loving way, but an inquisitive way. he's genuinely affronted by how good you look and he doesn't understand it, that explosive, sensual vitality of yours that can never be snuffed out and is so, uniquely you. he wants to pull you apart and understand you because just like him, you're an anomaly of your time

he already has a staring problem... can you imagine him now? he's not looking away once. it'll quickly get uncomfortable because he just won't stop. doesn't even wanna close his eyes when you're sleeping. everything you do to him is just provoking him. push his face away? he's going to steel himself and lean into your touch. shove him? he's a brick wall and thinks you're feeling him up. yell at him about it? he's unimpressed--- don't you get it? you're literally the centre of his world. why would he look away?

michael is literally feral for you i don't make the rules

tell him you've got nothing to wear and he will go and pick an outfit he's lowkey been fantasising about for a good month, waiting for the opportunity. and it's actually pretty good. depending on how you react, this will become his love language for you--- acts of service.

definitely starts targeting other bimbos and stealing from their closet to give you clothes.

i have a very clear image in my head of The Shape himself, prowling down the streets of Haddonfield and surveying the empty streets of the night, utterly ferocious as he hunts his next kill---

completely softening when his bimbo s/o, previously clinging to his arm like they're on a nightly stroll, trips over nothing.

if your feet ever start to hurt from the heels, he will happily carry you. but not in a cute way. as in a 'I want you around but you're holding me up. I'm going to sweep you off your feet now. Don't fall."

decorate his mask with lip prints

I dare you

you'd think he would hate it but it's been like a few weeks and the lip prints are still there. you know he loves it. he knows he loves it. he will always pretend to be indifferent though and it will surprise you every time. michael can care less about how scary he looks. even with his s/o making him look like a besotten college boyfriend, looking scary is the last of his worries when he's literally a famed killer.

since he's following you anyway, use his pockets. mechanics overalls have so many pockets. and he'll encourage you. if you ever end up walking around at night with him and start complaining that you forgot your lipgloss at home, he's going to suddenly be holding out his hand--- he's a walking, non-talking, portable storage bin and be grateful because this is his only way of showing non-physical affection lmao. i fully suggest you take advantage of this. he doesn't need his pockets anyway, he holds his knife. so feel free to stock him up and rummage around as much as you like

but be warned. if you touch him in the slightest when retrieving your lipgloss from one of his pockets, he's going to think you're sending signals.

holds all your specialists at knife point so you can get your stuff done for free. if you don't like that, just tell him. but he thinks he's helping you lmfao. your poor nail girl is pissing herself trying to glue on your acrylics

just give him lots of kisses to fuel up for the day and he's good (he will stand there and act unresponsive and neutral, but if you don't give him his daily dose of affection he's going to continue to stand there, blocking your path until you do)

and don't be fooled, either. Michael may be soft on you but he is not a soft man

definitely takes sick pleasure in seeing his bruises peeking out of your skimpy clothes, his marks on full display on your neck. it's just so territorial and it's one of the few things that is able to send a rush through him--- knowing that everyone wants you and that you're walking prey, but you've already been claimed

is like an animal around you. give him one signal and you will definitely be devoured--- i hope you don't spend a lot of money on clothes because you're going to find a lot of it destroyed. better learn how to sew

just think of him as your pet rabid dog. full stop.

otherwise i actually think Michael loves his hyperfemme bimbo gf. not that he'll admit it, but you know. he's horrible at hiding it but it has a lot to do with the fact he doesn't try. just stay out of trouble and he won't wreck havoc on your life <3

Michael has always been an outsider.

It had nothing to do with the fact that he'd become a killer as a kid, although that was the first and most obvious sign. Growing up in the sanitarium had only conditioned him into believing he could never be anything else and that his only mercy would be embracing it. Funny. Now he was rumoured to be the devil incarnate: the ultimate outsider.

But that wasn't the point.

Even if Michael weren't a killer, he'd always been different. A flimsy grasp on emotions and even clumsier responses to things that were supposed to inspire sympathy. Sadness. Pity. The in-between emotions that weren't quite happy but weren't quite sad or angry or scared. But he'd just been slow in development, right? One day it would end and he would wake up and be like the rest of them. It had been a naive thought--- it had gotten Judith killed.

The sanitarium also taught Michael other things, other than the fact that he would never belong in society as anything more than a menace and disruption. He learned that he was a rarity. Some sort of unexplainable anomaly that they had to contain because they couldn't understand, and because he didn't care about changing that, he would never be free. The sanitarium had taught Michael that people feared him because there weren't many of him. So he gave them something real to fear.

He never really came across someone like him. It wouldn't have really changed things, but it would have added bredth to perspective. But Michael would soon find out that anomalies like him came in all shapes and sizes. Anomalies, like you, were just as strange, even if you fit in much better than he did.

You.

He didn't know what to make of you.

"Hey sexy!" A drunkard's voice floated over the heads over the bar and stabbed right into your back. You only wrinkled your nose.

"Um, ew!"

"Aw, don't be like that. You don't mean that." His eyes raked over you. "Looking for anybody, hey? I can save you the time you spend searching."

You look like you're about to gag. "No. Like, never. In a kajillion years."

"Bitch."

"What's the word again?" You frowned. "The men with no dicks?"

"... Eunuchs?"

"Yeah!" You beamed. "That's you. 'Cause you have no balls."

His friends roared in laughter as red crawled over the man's face. You were satisfied enough by then to move on. You knew he wasn't done. He'd probably try follow you home. That made you smirk.

You had a little magic trick up your sleeve for little diseases like them. A magic trick you weren't even sure knew that you knew he existed: Michael fucking Myers.

Michael didn't understand what it was about you that stuck out so much. You were here at the bar for what every other person was there for. Talk. Drink. Fuck, maybe, if you got lucky that was. You were all dolled up like every other woman in the room but it was like the spotlight was naturally attracted to you and he couldn't look away. Was it that tiny little skirt? Your tits pressed up towards your chin by a tight little top? You were so scandalously dressed and hid nothing. Your intentions were clear and yet somehow that repelled people the same way it drew them in.

Michael could tell you were like him. You couldn't relate to the conversations. The difference was that you tried to. They'd just laugh at you and walk away--- another dead tonight.

How long has it been, now? Since he'd started stalking you? A few days? Weeks? Months?

It had never occurred to him that you could be doing it on purpose. Changing with your blinds wide open, bending over when you caught a glimpse of him standing there in your mirror. But the obsession had gripped him. There was no escaping.

And it was distracting him horribly.

You would die tonight, he decided. These... Feelings would die with you.

It all happens in moments.

Him, following you home.

Him, raising the knife above his head.

You, turning before it could meet home, pressing your body against his.

"I knew you'd say hi one day."

Michael stops. Tilts his head.

"Not like this, though." You pout. You run your finger down the cheek of his mask and along the zipper of his mechanic's overalls. Your touch is electric and he can nearly feel it against his skin, the thrills exploding at the slightest pressure. "I'm honestly kind of hurt."

He could kill you now.

Maybe give you a chance to run?

Having you see him and speak directly to him, though, is a dizzying feeling he can't quite seem to recover from. But from the outside he looks stoic. He looks like he's humouring you before your inevitable death, which you inwardly frantically hope against.

"Michael, right?" You taste the word, curiously finding your way around it. "Mikey."

He stares at you impassively.

"I thought you had a crush on me." You draw circles into his chest with your finger and tilt your head back to look at him. "Did I get it wrong?"

Er... Not really.

You were either really dumb or maybe just---

Maybe a little weird like him.

Michael slowly lowers the knife. You take it as an olive branch and push yourself further against him, hard enough to feel the contours of his toned stomach and the rippling valleys of his body. Muscular. Well, he was a serial killer. You could put that thought away for now, though.

"I've been dying for you to talk to me all week. What took you so long?" You bite your lip. "I almost went and talked to you myself. Oh. Oooh. Maybe I should have. I think you're more excited than I am that we're finally talking."

Experimentally, his hand comes up to take hold of your throat. He inspects you--- your long, fake lashes framing filthy doe eyes, the sparkling smear of eyeshadow across your lid that matches your abnormally long and sharp nails. The confidence in which you hold yourself despite being at the mercy of The Shape himself. Genuine.

You're being genuine.

And Michael is... Feeling things. A lot of things. It's almost overwhelming, the onslaught of arousal, the heightened obsession, the near-desperate desire to possess you right there and then---

Mine, he thinks, and he almost says it out loud. Mine.

#slasher x reader #slashers #michael myers #michael myers x reader #slasher #slasher x y/n #michael myers x y/n #halloween #michael myers x you #why tf does tumblr have a word limit on bullet points i hate this i wanted to include so much more what the fuck

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repurpose-yourself · 4 months

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Santa's Objectified Helpers 2 (1/7)

"Change is driven by those who get things done. These individuals can be from the highest corporate ladder to a neighbor building a tree house for their kids," a man's voice said with authority, though still calm and collected, "But, it's people like you who stunt aspirations and successes, though."

"Who the fuck do you think you are passing judgment on me?!" Eli yelled, his eyes blindfolded with arms and legs bound to a wooden chair, "Let me go!"

"Who am I? Oh, just a man who is always watching," the voice replied, "Checking lists and marking who is naughty and nice."

Eli thrashed about in his chair, "You're a fucking idiot! Who do you think you are?! Santa?!"

"Exactly," the voice responded immediately.

"And I'm supposed to believe this?" Eli shot back.

The man behind the commanding voice approached Eli and ripped the blindfold off, "I don't care what you believe. But what I will say is this. There is a young man by the name of Colt. You work with him. And don't play stupid, we both know you're well aware of this individual."

"So what?!" Eli fired off, looking at a man wearing boots, jeans and a flannel long sleeve, "You don't even look like Santa!"

"That's not important. What matters is Colt will finally receive the support he deserves from you," the man remarked, standing before Eli now, "I will see to it you're no longer capable of harassing this man."

"And what would that be?" Eli asked pointedly, "I won't willfully help that deadbeat loser. He's a fucking freeloader. You'll just have to kill me because I am not changing."

The man leaned into Eli, "Trust me, you'll wish for death when I am done with you. That freeloader works two jobs to care for his younger siblings, transitioning into a make-shift parent after their parents died in a car accident three years ago. You'll learn the meaning of giving and helping those less fortunate very quickly. I promise you that."

Before another word could be spoken, Eli's vision went dark...

***

"Merry early Christmas, Colt!" five people shouted as the young man walked through the backdoor of a business.

"Oh shit!" Colt said with a jump, before smiling, "What is all this?"

A woman stepped forward and handed Colt a box, "Colt, you're an inspiration to us all. We have watched you grow into a fine young man who is selfless and giving. Times are tough and, as people with our own families, we understand what you're going through. Since money is tight and everything you make is being poured into gifts for your younger siblings, we pulled some money together to get you a gift for Christmas."

"You guys! Awe, you didn't have to do this for me!" Colt said, taking the box, "Oh, this is heavy."

"We need to get back on the floor before the manager gets upset. So we'll leave you to open your gift in peace. Merry Christmas again, Colt!" the woman said, followed by the others wishing their holiday greetings towards Colt.

The young man watched his co-workers leave the backroom before sitting down at a table. Placing the present gently before him, Colt ripped the paper away and immediately saw the Jumpman symbol. His eyes widened now, as he pulled the lid off to see a sleek looking pair of Jordans.

"No fucking way!" Colt exclaimed, pulling the shoes out, "These are fucking mint!"

Eli jostled around a bit while Colt handled the new shoes and looked them over.

"Man, I have needed new shoes for a while. They must have seen me looking at this pair on my phone the other day," Colt said as he placed the shoes on the floor and wiped a few tears away from his eyes, "What great co-workers. And thankfully Eli isn't here to ruin it. What an asshole."

'Asshole?!' Eli thought, before noticing something was wildly off, 'I can't move... And why am I looking up at Colt's disgusting face from two holes on the floor?'

Suddenly Colt's right black socked foot hovered over one of the holes, "A full shift will break these in nicely."

A strong masculine smell accompanied the foot as it plowed into the hole. Eli screamed internally as five toes crashed into the individual, before shooting forward and bringing the rest of the young man's foot with them. Consumed in darkness, at least in one of the holes now, Eli gagged at the odor as Colt laced the hightop up.

'What the fuck is happening?! Get your disgusting foot off of me!' Eli yelled internally.

Colt's other foot hovered over the second opening and plunged inside the waiting shoe. Now covered by both feet and assaulted by the hard working man's smell, Eli wanted nothing more than to vomit. But no such actions took place or could even be conjured up. Colt shifted around slightly before standing up, unleashing excruciating pain across Eli's existence.

'Get off of me you fucking poor son of a bitch!' Eli wailed silently.

"Wow... These are comfortable! My feet literally sink into the insoles," Colt remarked, rocking back and forth on his feet, "These are great shoes."

Despite only hearing muffled things here and there, Eli heard one thing loud and clear, 'Insoles?'

Colt knelt down and grabbed his old shoes, applying substantial weight across the living insoles through the balls of his feet and toes.

'This can't be happening! I can't be insoles! This isn't possible! Help me!' the living insoles cried to itself, unable to communicate with the outside world.

Colt placed his old footwear in a locker and closed it, "I'll still hold onto these shoes for a while. I can use them for yard work."

Crying and begging for mercy, Eli simply supported Colt's size 13 feet and carried the young man wherever Colt needed to go. It was going to be a long 10 hour shift and an even longer existence beneath a man unaware of the life beneath his soles...

#inanimate object #inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #revenge tf #unaware tf #insole tf #nonconsensual tf

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hotchs-big-hands · 7 months

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can i rant for bit cuz ugh why do all the men on dating apps suck?? i hate how some men really seem to fetishize plus size women. like when you're trying to talk with them and all they wanna talk about is sexual stuff from the get go 😡😤 like hello?!? im more than just my body?? ive never even met you dude. ive got a personality, interests, etc. like do these men think they're doing plus size women a favor by aggressively sexualizing them?

it honestly sucks so much. so in order to cope I've been fantasing about hotch 😏

like imagine dbf!hotch where he overhears you ranting about dating and the men on the apps and later tries to talk to you about it. he'd tell you that they're all boys and you need a man.after hearing how upset and objectified you feel he'd probably decide to actively pursue you. especially if you've had a will they-wont they thing going on.

i just really want him to seduce me and give me a reason to delete all my dating apps

❤️‍🔥

I'm so sorry this is so late but girlie I feel this so hard. I legit gave up on dating apps cuz it was just "let me see how big your tits are" "😜 wanna meet up and fuck?" Even if your profile says you're not looking for that, youre looking to date! I thought at one point I found someone who was chill and wanted to just go on a date but then 🧍 well, we won't get into that. All in all, ppl need to stop fucking fetishising fat ppl. It's dehumanising. Do we want to be desired sexually? Absolutely. But not just that tho. We want to be loved and accepted for who we are and how we look. I really hope that you do eventually find someone who doesn't just see you as a sex object, ❤️‍🔥 anon because you deserve it 💖💖

Dbf!Aaron Hotchner is sooooooooo🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 OOOOOGH

He is fucking PISSED knowing you're being treated like this on dating apps. He thinks it's fucking disgusting that people see you as nothing but a fetish. He fucking adores you. He thinks you're funny, sweet, beautiful, kind and well, of course he thinks you're fucking sexy too. But knowing you're trying to deal with all this shit makes him angry.

So he does whatever he can to show that he's, first of all, into you very much so. But also that hes not after you just for "having a good fuck with a thicc girl". The thought of people treating you as less than human, just sexual organs because of your curves makes him fucking sickened. Man starts to rly make an effort to show he is interested in you. He tries even harder to make you smile and laugh, treats you to stuff, is extremely attentive if you ever vent to him. And he can see it's working, you've got a pep in your step, and you always have that adorable shy smile on your face whenever he talks to you or looks at you. Big fan of fixing a stand of your hair.

One day something changes, you come to him upset and frustrated and you show him the dating app. You vent about it to him all about the disingenuous guys on there only seeing you as a thicc chick to fuck so they can tick it off their bucket list. And so he hugs you close, kissing the top of your head and says he can't stand to see you so upset anymore. But he has something to say that could help.

You pull away, confused. And he's looking at you with so much tenderness your heart tightens. He smiles, brushing a stray tear from your cheek.

"Sweetheart, those stupid boys don't know what they're doing. They don't know how to treat a woman, how to make her feel loved and cared for and seen as more than just their body type. I... I want to know if you'll have me. Accept me to show you how you deserve to be treated."

You can barely string words together, it's cute. But he sees more tears again and he panics, thinking he's gone too far.

"I'm sorry, this was not appropriate. I-"

"Yes.. I- yes, I want you." You interrupt him. It makes him pause, staring at you for a moment as he studies your expression. You glance away, feeling shy again. "I only started using dating apps because I didn't think I'd ever get to be with you, Aaron..."

Oh, oh sweetheart. His heart is soaring and he pulls you close for a tight hug, swaying you gently.

"Sweetheart, you have me. I'm yours."

Needless to say you freed up a lotttttt of space on your phone getting rid of all the dating apps 🥰 plenty of storage for the incoming pics you and Aaron will take together from this point forward.

#❤️‍🔥 anon #aaron hotchner x reader #💌 ah asks

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areyoudreaminof · 11 months

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A Dreamer with No Stars: An Eris Vanserra Playlist

Eris snatched me right off the page. A cold, cruel, and calculating male from an elaborately macabre court. Then ever so slowly, we begin to see a male trapped in the web of his father, the only protector his mother has left, the deep seated regret he has over the loss of his youngest brother. Then there's his history with Mor. What happened in those woods? I agree with Eris that there is more to the story there. Cassian's last words to him, "I think you might even be a good male. You're just too much of a coward to act like one.” are on to something. He's not a coward, but rather someone stuck in a terrible situation having to fight for his survival. Eris Vanserra had dreams, but no stars to hear him.

I'd like to dedicate this one to my favorite Eris girlie, @ofduskanddreams, who gave me an amazing song for this playlist and for just being wonderful!

LISTEN HERE and follow me behind the cut for a lyrical deep dive!!

Who Are You, Really?-Mikky Ekko

So you feel entitled to a sense of control And make decisions that you think are your own You are a stranger here, why have you come? Why have you come, lift me higher, let me look at the sun Look at the sun and once I hear them clearly, say Who, who are you really? And where, where are you going? I've got nothing left to prove Cause I've got nothing left to lose See me bare my teeth for you Who, who are you?

Smoke and Mirrors-Gotye

You're a fraud and you know it But it's too good to throw it all away Anyone would do the same You've got 'em going And you're careful not to show it Sometimes you even fool yourself a bit It's like magic But it's always been a smoke and mirrors game Anyone would do the same

Mother, are you watching? Are you watching?

DLZ-TV on the Radio

This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows to smoke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost Eternalized, objectified You set your sights so high But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever

Devil Devil-MILCK

Clever Devil, Devil How quickly they do sell their souls For the feast and the promise of gold But devil that won't be me Devil, Devil Bones of metal metal You torture saints with a single glance Make them think they ever stood a chance

The Stigma (Boys Don't Cry)- As It Is

You feel an emptiness inside How it sinks into your soul But it’s nothing you can’t hide Just forget about the hole beneath your skin That’s swallowing the best of you with it Don’t let them see you fall

The Day is Coming-My Morning Jacket

You need it, that's for sure You receive, but always want more Taken for granted This lifetime and what's up ahead But the day is coming The day is near The day is coming

Zephyrus-Bloc Party

Too many mirrors in this house And I don't like to see myself like this I'm becoming the man I used to be, I guess These walls could tell you a thing or two Things that you really don't want to know Lend me your eyes for your point of view Lend me your feet and I'll stand up for you

Enemy-Imagine Dragons

I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows For my mind to run around, with my ear up to the ground I'm searchin' to behold the stories that are told When my back is to the world that was smilin' when I turned Tell you you're the greatest But once you turn, they hate us Oh, the misery Everybody wants to be my enemy Spare the sympathy Everybody wants to be my enemy

Lunacy-Swans

In the mind of no one Forming sun, forming love Break the chain, hide within Innocence, not innocent Innocent in no sense Eat the beast, keep him in Take the blame, speak the name

Tranquilize-The Killers

Always here, always on time Close call, was it love, or was it just easy? Money talks when people need shoes and socks Steady, boys, I'm thinking she needs me I was just sipping on something sweet I don't need political process I got this feeling that they're going to break down the door I got this feeling they they're going to come back for more See, I was thinking that I lost my mind But it's been getting to me all this time And it don't stop dragging me down

What Went Down-Foals

I buried my guilt in a pit in the sound With the rust and the vultures and the trash downtown So don't step to me, kid, you'll never be found Cause while you were sleeping, I took over your town When I see a man, I see a lion When I see a man, I see a liar You're the apple of my eye, of my eye, of my eye

Devil I Know-Allie X

I want to, wanna get free (Get free) But staying with you is easier, than leaving Feels like a holiday breeze when we go up But you bring me down to my knees when push comes to shove

I could pretend that I'm just praying now But I'm only on my knees I could scream, “Somebody help me out” But the wicked one is me

Blame-Bastille

Fall upon your knees, sing: "This is my body and soul here" Crawl and beg and plead, sing: "You've got the power and control" Don't pin it all on me Don't pin it all on me!

The Foundations of Decay-My Chemical Romance

See the man who stands upon the hill He dreams of all the battles won But fate had left its scars upon his face With all the damage they had done Let our bodies lay, mark our hearts with shame Let our blood in vain, you find God in pain Now, if your convictions were a passing faith May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays And as the vermin crawls We lay in the foundations of decay

You must fix your heart And you must build an altar where it swells When the storm it gains, and the sky it rains Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away And as you stumble through your last crusade Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?

The Angry River-The Hat & Father John Misty

The awful cost of all we've lost As we looked the other way We've paid the price of this cruel device Till we've nothing left to pay The river goes where the current flows The light we must destroy Events conspire to set afire The methods we employ These dead men walk on water Cold blood runs through their veins The angry river rises As we step into the rain

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Despite (name) seemingly being the calmer one in the relationship, he was the one who threw the fuck down when need be.

And it was glorious.

When he learned that Billy was being shitty to little max again, he almost lost it on the blond.

"Baby I'm gonna shave his head when he sleeps" (name) said seriously to Eddie while cupping the brunettes cheeks lovingly "I will get a seam ripper and rip seams in all his clothing so they slowly fall apart while he wears them"

Eddie loved it when (name) was like this.

When he was an absolute menace.

"Put mashed potato mix in his gas tank..."

Eddie wanted to cackle at (name)s revenge plots as their little pup sat in his arms, completely unaware that his dam wanted to commit crimes for the sake of his packmate.

"I have no doubts in your abilities baby"

"Next time I see him I'm running him over"

"Baby remember the rules" Eddie chastised as he let his pup play with his ringed fingers "leave no evidence" (name) groaned "exactly so no car hitting"

"...fine..."

"Thank you"

Back in high school billy was down bad for (name), one of the few omegas in his opinion that were worth his time and he was always hella salty that (name) picked the freak over him and what could he say? He had a thing for Dilfs (dams id love to fuck) and (name) definitely fit that category now.

He's down to be that pups step dad he won't even try to deny.

The thing is (name) despised him deeply.

Like willing to commit a felony onto him.

And he almost had a few times.

He was terrifying and hot.

"Stop staring at me you pervert" (name) said with venom in his tone as he was halted by Billy in the grocery store, the man very much objectifying (name) to filth much to the omegas disgust.

"C'mon babydoll don't be like that" Billy said trying to flirt with the Omega who all but hissed at him "piss off sweaty"

"You wanna see me sweaty?"

"I will literally hit you with my car"

"I see something I wanna hit"

Billy leaned closer and that's when (name) had enough"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERT!" he yelled and everyone turned to look at the scene and Billy tisked as people began whispering amongst themselves because why was an alpha harrassing an Omega and their pup? Billy gave him one last look before leaving the store.

Finishing up his shopping he went to customer service in the grocery shop and borrowed their phone and called Eddie to come get him, he didn't feel safe at the moment.

Eddie came in record time and immediately went and checked on his Omega and pup "I got extra sugar..." (Name) mumbled and Eddie looked confused "gonna fucking ruin that car"

"And I won't stop you angel"

Eddie drove (name) home, helping him unpack before grabbing the baby bag "what are you doing?" (Name) asked curiously "you're coming with me to the shop" Eddie's alpha instincts were going wild at this point and didn't want (name) alone and the Omega didn't stop him.

"What's (name) doing here?" Dustin asked curiositly as the couple walked into the store, it was winter break so all the pups were here ((name) didn't care that they were around sixteen at this point, they were still babies go him) "Billy tried hitting on me at the grocery store and Eddie doesn't want me alone" (name) said simply as he went and sat down beside his little brother, (sons name) babbling excitedly at his uncle "are you alright?" Max asked worriedly to the older Omega and (name) just smiled sweetly "I am but he won't be"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't worry about it little Sparrow"

And no one dared ask further questions as (name) turned his attention to the game table"so what are you guys doing?"

"Working on a campaign for new years"

"Interesting... Oh! I need you guys to come over tomorrow to get your Christmas gifts" (name) said suddenly"except for you dusty, you can wait"

The Hendersons and Munson families were having one big Christmas at (name) and Eddies house and (name) and Eddie had that shit planned.

The two would prep any foods that didn't need to be cooked day of the night before and wake up nice and early to start the meal and dessert.

It was their first Christmas with (sons name) and they did go overboard for him they won't deny.

The rest of the day was spent with Eddie at work, helping him with orders and inventory as their pup hung out with his many aunts and uncles.

The next morning though apparently Billy was pissed and hunting down whoever put sugar in his gas tank.

He never figured it out.

#eddie munson x male reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #male reader #eddie munson x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse

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allofthebeanz · 3 months

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Hi! I saw your post about due South and gender, and I'm so interested in what you had to say, and it definitely got me thinking, and I'm so sorry for the wall of text.

I'm most interested in Fraser's experience of gender, because imo he's a character archetype that female characters aren't often portrayed as (knight errant, duty and responsibility as a mask for real feelings and decisions, etc). Like, Fraser's loneliness and sense of alienation even from other RCMP- Were there many other women in her trainee class? Did male colleagues feel threatened by a stubborn, intelligent, and near-supernaturally talented woman, and if so, how was that expressed? How would Thatcher and Fraser's relationship change? Would Bob Fraser have been supportive of his daughter being a Mountie, or would there always be a sense of comparing her to a son that didn't even exist, however unintentionally?

Even things like Fraser's apartment in seasons 1 and 2. How would Ray V (of any gender really), react to a single woman in a strange city (even a single woman with a half-wolf and enormous capacity to take care of herself) insisting on living in a terrible apartment in a bad part of town? Fraser would have bewildered, infuriated, and endeared herself to Ray V from day 1, and it could be interesting to see how Ray V's notions about women change when he's presented with Fraser's complete inability to be anyone but herself.

I already love the "Victoria's" secret arc, and I think it could be just as compelling with a queer element entangled with Fraser's loneliness,not to mention potentially having to hide the real nature of her relationship with Victoria for a number of reasons.

Again, I apologize for the rambling, and I would love to hear any other thoughts you have on the Rays and Fraser and gender.

Never apologize for rambling, this is fantastic!!!

I always pictured Fraser as a woman trying desperately to even be acknowledged by her father or her peers. You know, it's always brought up by Bob and everyone who knows him how she's just like her father - except she's a woman. Like her being a woman downplays all of her achievements (I recall Thatcher mentioning this in the show). Marginalized groups so often get thrust into a position where they can't be anything less than perfect, and I think in Fraser's case that would be taken to the max. Like, you want your dad to notice you because even if you did everything right he still won't take you camping since you're a girl. You go above and beyond expectations in your class, and no one takes you seriously because most people are objectifying you. (Oh, and don't get me started on how Fraser still faces sexual harassment but now it'd be from men. Oof.) I can see Fraser really upsetting the men at the police station/RCMP because of her solve-rate. Like, can you imagine a bunch of male cops, in the 90s, getting out shined by a lady? They'd have a fit over that. Dewey specifically comes to mind when he said he could beat Lady Shoes in poker because she's a woman. But I also think Fraser would keep that 'innocent mountie' shtick to protect herself, though she's not above using sexism to her advantage (I'm thinking Ms Fraser going 'you wouldn't hit a woman would you'). At the end of the day, Fraser is still very much JUSTICE and the COMMON GOOD above all else, even ignoring her inner yearning to have recognition for her achievements (and yes, love, Fraser would still be incredibly lonely). I think that gives the conversation in the Vault a different weight. And Fraser would absolutely do hair flips.

Okay, so I think if we go with Vecchio being a woman rather than a man, their relationship would have this envy about it. Since Fraser literally acts like she gives zero fucks about doing anything (she lives in an apartment in a sketchy place by herself, ignores the jabs of male coworkers, etc.), I feel like Vecchio would want what she has and be even more annoyed when Fraser gets all the attention in Red, White, or Blue since she'd be undermined and harassed as a female cop in Chicago. God, we all know that Vecchio isn't the best at his job, but instead of being seen as a buffoon can you imagine how they'd berate her as a woman? How she'd have to represent her entire gender, especially coming from a traditional Italian family? Not to mention if we switch it so she's the sole/eldest daughter in the Vecchio family, the societal pressure of that is immaculate. Though, I do imagine her to keep Vecchio being the most emotionally mature (or at least expressive) out of the three leads. She'd be wanting to talk about stuff and Fraser'd be throwing herself out windows more than ever.

Now, Kowalski, oh boy. In the my head she's not changing anything about her style - this woman is 100% butch. Personally, I read canon Kowalski as someone who got bullied in school (I mean, in the 70s he had glasses, had a best friend that was a girl, small, had less money than his peers, and has shit self-esteem. I can't see that he wasn't bullied) and he created this super tough 'loose cannon' persona to fight back (I also read Fraser and Kowalski as definitely queer, with Vecchio being a more grey area but anyways that would make sense for Kowalski's overly butch persona as well). Kowalski as a woman is no different, but now you got an extra layer to that because women aren't taken seriously in law enforcement. A guy calls her 'sweetheart', dude you better fucking run. Guys probably tell her to smile and she punches their teeth out. She's still a whirlwind of emotions but now she isn't seen as 'scary' because she's a woman. And as a butch woman, she's probably seen as a 'freak' and bullied at her job. Probably also a factor to why she goes undercover so much, at least she can get away from the people at the precinct more. And I would switch her name to Stella Rachel Kawolski and her husband Stanley Kowalski (because I think that'd be even weirder for a dad to name his daughter that???).

Now a f/f Victoria/Fraser has some terrible implications into stereotypes of lesbian relationships. You know, the 'Mean Lesbian' as it were, and maybe that would reinforce Fraser's not only fear of love, but her fear of queerness. So, I think Kowalski coming along and being openly gender nonconforming and developing a friendship/relationship with her would be incredibly healing for Fraser. I also feel like Fraser would still be drawn to Kowalski's vulnerability since she was taught never to show emotion other than happiness as a woman. And she's be drawn to Vecchio for not being afraid to complain constantly. When that woman is mildly inconvenienced, she'll let you know. And I think both Rays would really be enamoured by Fraser by all the same qualities in canon, but even more so as she demonstrates you can be badass and a kind person (something hollywood really needs to learn with their female characters already).

I see Fraser and Thatcher at first having a competitive relationship but one sided on Thatcher's part (internalized misogyny) but then in We are the Eggmen she realizes how stupid that is and they have a healthy working relationship :)

Thank you so much for this ask, I had so much fun writing it! Feel free to drop by any time!

#due south #ask #gender #i also read Fraser as genderqueer/nonbinary and it doesn't matter what agab he is #so that'd be interesting how being raised as a different gender would affect his understanding of that #and if you want to know how i picture RayV's femme outfits i reblogged a 'the nanny' post with the lead's fashion

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thelesbianpoirot · 9 months

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It's fine...

I did not like the Barbie movie. I didn't hate it, it was just a slog to get through. I was cringing, bored or annoyed. I didn't expect it to be groundbreaking, but I also didn't expect it to be a generic pop culture icon comes to the real world hijinks movie either. I thought it would be this eras Mean Girls, oddly insightful message hidden in a unassuming package. I was a bit let down. 1. The messaging in the movie is so convoluted. There is some basic feminism about women being allowed to be imperfect people, who grow and change, but then they have women save the day by seducing men, feminine wiles to distract them, and sew discord amongst them like woman are accused of, instead of any real innovative non-stereotypical plans. Men aren't really shown to be malicious, just misguided, unappreciated and incompetent, but they essentially wanted to run barbieland/kendom as a gentleman's club/hooters/ a brothel (if they knew anything about sex), they suffer no consequences for this. The movie "don't worry darling" that people shat on last year because of drama had a way more consistent message and theme than this. 2. The kens are so ugly. The Barbies except for like one or two are supermodel types, yet all the kens are just men you'd find in a parking lot of a Walmart, even the ken that belongs to the stereotypical Barbie is old and has an old man's body. If the Barbies are supposed represent perfect womanhood, why not the men? I know i'm a lesbian but other than the barbie that is clearly a man with plastic surgery uncanny valley face, and nasally voice, they all are hot. They just picked random men to be ken, like if Kens are supposed to be decorative accessories, how come Kens can be shlubby and old. And Barbie can't. You could say it's supposed to be that way, but they write it like Ken's are equally objectified, or a perfect specimen of manhood, but they don't have to look nearly as good as the barbs. 3. I expected weird Barbie to be our lesbian representation, I hoped a subtext of her weirdness meant she wasn't het, they didn't even have to give her a girlfriend, Kate carries lesbian subtext with her, but they had Kate McKinnon say a line about wanting to see Ken's smooth privates despite earlier in the movies Barbie and Ken don't know what sex is. Was it written just to make sure we don't think she's a lesbian? Alan is implied to be gay, by a line or two, but I just think it is a wasted.

4. The dialogue is too plain to be surreal. It wasn't transported to this world, I was lectured to, by a teacher speaking through dolls/puppets. I won't complain about it not being funny, because I know comedy is subjective, but the dialogue did nothing for me. It was preachy in a lot of areas, and I wouldn't have some a problem with preachiness if the message didn't suck. "We just need to coddle and comfort men to get/maintain our rights?"

5. There wasn't a single line or reference to tomboy girls, masc girls, gnc girls/women, like the existence of women who may not want living bright pink empty existences. I wouldn't count weird barbie as gnc, because it wasn't a natural feature of hers, not something she chose. Main Barbie at the end just looks the same, and probably has the same interests, she just wears flat sometimes. GIVE BARBIE A BUZZCUT and some combat boots. IDK Mean Girls had a more radical consistent message in the 2000s.

I don't think I am explaining it right, but why not have Sasha, gloria's daughter be a tomboy that genuinely isn't into this stuff, instead of just pretending she's too cool for it. It is just always a little bit of a let down when a film/movie claims to be speaking to women but instead it speaks to femininity/instead of femaleness. i.e, I do like that barbie when to the gyno.

6. I don't think this movie would be as popular as it is, if it was just about a generic doll, and not connect to the barbie brand name. There is absolutely nothing in this movie that stands out to me. It is barely better than a sonic comes to the real world, or smurfs come to the real world story to me. It's fine. Every woman who said she felt a deep connection with the women they watched it with, I am jealous of you, like what are we connecting over? Our joint love of clothes, pink, our goofy yet lovable boyfriends? I feel nothing.

7. Ken, Ryan Gosling, was given too much screen time without Barbie. Everyone online is singing his praises. Saying that he was the best one in the movie, what were they talking about? He was doing Saturday night live worthy performances. I am starting to think these people just love men. Because the only value this movie had is the few scenes where Margot Robbie is allowed to show genuine sadness, dismay and existential dread.

8. The parts I appreciated: a) Barbie meeting that older woman on the bench, b) am I a man without power a woman? c) Barbie deny Ken's any real power. (They should have exiled the Kens to fucking the desert!).

Overall, I like a line or two lines, but all together it is just a confused movie. Not confusing, but this was a movie talking in circles to distract you that it is saying nothing of value really. Real throwing shit at the wall kind of messaging. It's like a whole movie of not a single new or exciting idea or concept being is introduced to you. I wouldn't care to watch it again, or spend time ranting and raving about it online. But I just felt like sharing. I will forget the contents of the movie in a day or two.

#thelesbianpoirot #barbie

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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Hello!! I've got a request for you, although it might be kind of on the...melancholic side.

If you don't feel comfortable writing it, it's totally okay.

Could I request the Riddlers' reaction to seeing the Reader while they're very sad? Crying, even? They're devoid of hope, they've got lifeless eyes filled with tears, and they're just about ready to give up on everything. They've probably isolated themself somewhere, too. Like their car, a cliff near the seaside, or the rooftop of a building, to break down in a fit of despair.

(i'm okay, i promise!! i was just in the mood for something kind of angsty and hopefully a bit of comfort, as well?)

Riddler Headcanons: Comfort and Angst

Riddlers x Sad!Reader, headcanons/ficlets ok i'm so glad you let me know you're alright because i was about to send like the coast guard to you or something to make sure you were fine >:( i was so happy to write this, i want to delve into more fluff and angst just to see if i'm any good at it, so this was a perfect opportunity and i hope it was ok! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: none just all fluffy and soft

Dano

he's so worried when he can't find you, but he figures he knows where you are. he makes it to your favourite place, under the bridge, knowing you well enough to hazard a guess that's where you might have gone. he doesn't say anything, just sits down beside you on the bench you go to when you need a moment. he doesn't have the right words anyway, he wouldn't want to make things worse. instead, he's happy to put his arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder, stroking your arm while you let your tears out. when he finds the courage to speak, his words fill you with comfort, covering you like a safety blanket. "everything will be ok, i'll make everything better for you. the world won't be as scary with me around."

Arkham

ok so you've locked yourself in one of the rooms in his lair, what is that going to achieve? if you're sad, why would you ever want to be away from him? and if you won't come out that's fine, he can be stubborn too! he'll just sit outside this door waiting for you to finish what you're doing so you can get back to your job. but his grumpy shell will break instantly when he can hear you crying through the wall, listening for a bit and trying to figure out what the best course of action is before telling you a riddle to cheer you up. "i can cry but i have no eyes, can fly but i have no wings...what am i?" he reassures you that whenever you want to come out, he'll be right there. take as much time as you need. but don't be much longer because he has work to do. "i'm kidding! well...only kind of..."

Capullo

you're being very dramatic, look at him, he's never cried, at least not that he remembers! and he's perfectly normal and well-adjusted and handsome. "don't cry please god i don't know what to do when someone cries...i can't think you're hot when you're upset and that's unfair." give him credit though, when he realised his usual brand of sleaze and tough love weren't working, he did move behind you to rub your shoulders, only having to be told once that now wasn't the time to press himself against you and kiss your neck. "ok cancel all of my schemes for the day, top priority is to get you back to your usual self, because if i'm not allowed to objectify you and touch you then what is the point?" it's crude, but it gives him an excuse to drop the act and let himself take care of you properly. you didn't even know he had it in him, but here he is, wrapping you in blankets and ordering your favourite takeout. who is this man? it's kind of weird actually...

Young Justice

by the time he's found you, you're done crying. sitting on a ledge on the roof of your apartment building, tears have left little streaks on your face and your eyes are red and watery, but you're past the sobbing. taking a bit gulp and a deep breath he comes and sits next to you. "i recognise you're in the acceptance phase now. whatever it was, you're past it now. i know the feeling. i'm here for your next steps though." he takes your hand in his and stares out over the city with you. "no one knows better than me how tough it is to keep going, but we've got this together!" he squeezes your hand tighter. "but please can we go somewhere safer, i really don't like heights..." it kicks you into protect mode, pulling you out of your sadness even briefly. he's a good distraction from your worries.

Gotham

guess who found their way to the docks and is literally running on his stupid long legs to get to you, standing on the edge of the pier with your back turned to the world. when you turn around, tears spilling down your face, he holds you in his arms. "crying won't solve anything. who hurt you? let's plan revenge." you assure him no one is responsible, it's just a feeling, emotions, your own body and brain are responsible you guess. "i understand that. we're out own worst enemies." although ed leaned into his worst enemy a bit more readily than you're willing to..."please, come with me and let me take care of you." and without much argument you're in his bed, wrapped in a blanket, being served soup and tea and listening to him play the piano. he keeps telling you he likes to feel useful, but you know you're there so he doesn't lose you again. it was nice of him not to handcuff you or drug you though!

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possessedramblings · 28 days

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No upside down au but things aren't magically okay

TW! Parental abuse, neglect & abandonment, Racism (Billy Hargrove is a piece of shit) Alcoholism, bullying and sexual harassment

Things aren't just happy and great because the Upside Down doesn't exist, and I want to write about it, so this is my take and my AU.

Will, Jonathan and Joyce are still in poverty, on the brink of nothingness, and it doesn't help that Lonnie is a piece of shit, who still has occasional custody of the boys. Every other weekend, Joyce is alone in her little house, while the boys are with their father, because the three of them are too afraid to speak up.

Mike and Nancy don't get along, plain and simple. It's not because they're siblings and because "siblings fight" but because they're in a broken home. Karen is out some nights seeing her "lover" and Ted is just the worst. He yells at the kids, shames Nancy, belittles her to the point that she leaves Mike alone. He hates her because she can leave, which is why he begs for a bike, or to spend the night somewhere, anywhere but home.

Dustin is the kid of a single mother, who is overbearing on him. She's an anxious woman who fears Dustin's gonna get hurt. He gets bullied at school, and not just insulting words. He gets shoved, his d&d dice, books, hats, and other things get stolen, and sometimes he comes home with bruises from the older kids.

Lucas has it fine at home, but once he leaves it's no longer anything happy. He's afraid to spend time with his friends because of Billy and all of the other assholes. He constantly gets harassed because of his skin, the way he talks, the way he looks, and it gets even worse when he starts talking to Max. His parents worry that one day, he won't come home.

Max couldn't hate life more. She's always angry, and it's all her moms fault. Her mom decided that Neil Hargrove was a good man, but it led to a life of absolute fucking pain. Billy was angry with her, for what - she didn't know. Neil was a drunk, he'd drink and drink for hours, using bottles as weapons against everyone else in the house. She saw the same hatred in Mike Wheeler, which caused her to lash out at him, but she knew it wasn't his fault, it was their parents.

Jane's mom couldn't properly care for her, something about a neurological disease that would get worse as the years passed. So she was given up to a foster home. Poor Jane was young, ad could hardly speak, let alone know her own name, so the man, Brenner, didn't care to know names. Jane, now Eleven, didn't know how she got there, or why, but she grew up believing her mother hated her, until she ran away after the oldest kid there snapped.

Steve never knew what his parents were like. They were always away. They'd bring back snow globes from every state airport in the country, but that's all he knew about them. He started to act out so he could possibly get their attention. He stopped once he finally saw something he hadn't noticed before. Jonathan wasn't flinching when he hit. He was just as bad as any old abuser. He tried to turn himself around, he really did. He had to change, especially after seeing Dustin, Lucas and Mike being thrown around by Billy.

Robin knew she never had it easy. She grew up in the trailer parks after her mom and dad lost their jobs ad had to find somewhere else. Her parents jumped between jobs for a long time, and once Robin was old enough, they gave her an old hand me down bike and set her on her way. She knew life was even harder after she discovered her undeniable crush on Tammy Thompson. She would be a town pariah if anyone found out.

Nancy on the other hand, was a town pariah. Her home was the least of her problems. She was humiliated by a man, by several men. Steve Harrington and Tommy Hagan calling her a slut, her own father accusing her of being a whore, and her employers objectifying her at every chance they could get. Nancy felt just like an object for the pleasure of men, so she started learning to defend herself, wanting to be her own woman, but too afraid to deep down.

Jonathan always pushed back how he felt for his mom and brother. Joyce was a struggling woman, and Will was so young, he didn't want his brother to feel like the world was so cold and dark, so he took more hits for the both of them. He took hits from Steve and Tommy, he wanted to keep everyone else safe so he took hits.

Things aren't happy in Hawkins, but we can certainly pretend.

#im sorry #heavy angst #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #eleven hopper #jane hopper #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers

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yesloulou · 8 months

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Ill be honest. Idk if I am making sense here but I find Daniel’s attitude and overall lack of comprehension toward the intended - subtle or not - misogyny that he’s around a MAJOR ICK!

I’m thinking of the European 🐱comment, this book etc. Daniel doesn’t come out with anything but a laugh and stunned silence instead of “hey look, let’s not objectify women” or “ah it’s a bit of fun isn’t it? For me, it’s weird, but let’s not shame the person who has written it”. In private he can laugh at as many 🐱 jokes as he wants too, he can talk all day long about how f*cking weird fanfics about him are BUT when it’s in the public eye and he has hundreds of thousands of female fans, it’s pretty gross and feels like he doesn’t care about female fans at all. (Idk if this makes sense in the way I’ve written it)

We all know he doesn’t keep up with the news (he’s said so himself) but he comes across as tone deaf sometimes. You can get away with that at 22,23 but he’s in his 30s with a girlfriend. Come on! It’s not exactly giving “I have a girlfriend and a sister and would hate for my girlfriend and sister to be spoken about like that so let’s chill with the sexist, double standard comments.”

Don’t get me wrong, he’s not the only one (Pierre is a major eyeroll) but he’s not 25, he’s old enough to know better. If this Dax book thing isn’t cut and the drug addict continues to push Daniel to talk about it then shame on Daniel for not saying no - from both his side in it being weird and for ripping apart a female who was just doing something she enjoyed

Just my take. I’ll probably get shit for this

this ask is from a week ago.. sorry about the late response 😳 also the podcast incident has been discussed many many times in the past so i really hope me answering this ask won't reopen the discourse.

pretty sure this was related to the other ask about daniel's non-confrontational personality so im just gonna go from there. if daniel were a confrontational person and he chooses to not address the host's misogynistic remarks, then i think it'd be worth discussing whether he lacks the comprehension. but he's not. in fact he resolves conflicts in the most non-confrontational way possible. and im not saying this just to make a point. when i say 'the most' i really mean non-confrontational in like an almost pathological way.

example:

this was after z*k brown fired him in the most public and disrespectful way possible, including assuring him he still has a seat when they'd already given his seat to oscar. mysterious italian man said to him 'told you not to trust zak' and he just. smiled like this.

another example:

here max can be seen getting more and more annoyed for daniel by the second. meanwhile daniel smiled bigger and bigger. and when max interrupted to defend him daniel was NOT SURPRISED AT ALL even though he had appeared totally ok with Crofty’s question up until that point

idk why he is the way he is, but to me it's very obvious he's not a confrontational person. he's like the opposite of confrontational (would literally smile bigger when he's uncomfortable/offended) idek if they have a word for that. "hey look let's not" is just not something he would say.

i do find it disappointing that he didn't call out the host for the p*ssy comment. imo a moment like that is where he (anybody) should've spoken up regardless. but i'd like to give him the benefit of the doubt and trust that he didn't react simply for the same reason he doesn't react to offensiveness/hostility in general. to me it doesn't necessarily mean he lacks the sensitivity or comprehension.

(the book thing was a whole different story tho. that book was literally erotica written about him. for him it's personal. imo he doesn't need to worry about how the writer feels at all)

#still ty for sending!#asks #*#I do hate what he said about news with a passion #lol #but I like him too much to care as long as it’s not a matter of principle 🫡#txt

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so-long-soldier28 · 5 months

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I won't try to annoy you anymore (no promises lmao) but thoughts on a royalty au where Kai is a king?

I TOTALLY MADE NOTES ON THIS AND FORGOT TO ANSWER I'M SO SORRY GJFSNFKSL Okay, but I promise, you don't annoy me AT ALL, I'm just slow! Especially on workdays; I get nothing done on those days. But yes, Kai is a king, I have some notes.

ookay, kai as a king would be a cocky lil bastard.

his ego would be way up, and he probably wouldn't be the fairest.

for a long time, he was the prince, and waited (rather impatiently) for his dad to die so he could take over.

parents were really serious about how their kingdom was ruled & they wanted to keep things that way. both were cold & emotionally distant, and his father was even more so after his mother's demise.

when kai becomes king, he doesn't change much at first, but makes a few changes just to piss the man off. over time though, especially after his dad's death, he changes things more to fit his liking.

kai would definitely have a servant, & would probably be pretty cruel to them at first, but with time, learns to enjoy their help & company.

maybe it's a mutual thing, where the servant kinda hates him, too.

but with so much time spent alone with him, he starts to see a more human side (kai starts to reveal a more human side) and they become frenemies / friends (like a merthur [merlin bbc] situation kinda, but with more hate at first).

since kai's childhood was filled with so much coldness and not much warmth, he doesn't really understand how to treat people well. on top of that, monarchies and leaderships, historically, prove that people with too much power tend to abuse that power.

it takes him a long time to learn to treat his servant as a person, not as a thing or a tool. however, when they do finally get on good terms, and even become friends, he allows the servant to better him in many ways, like in his treatment of others.

around the castle, he'd be a huge flirt.

he was a huge flirt as the prince, but it only worsens when he becomes king. the same girls he'd tease as prince, he'd tease as king, but now with even more of an attitude.

he also flirts with new girls around the castle.

others (elders, dad's servants / friends, etc.) & elder women / women he's not flirting with constantly tell him to grow up, but he has plenty of back talk prepared for every person who tells him such.

girls, however, are one big subject his servant makes a point to address. where the elders fail, he thrives, being the only person kai actually listens to. over time, he comes to objectify them less and put more focus into acquainting himself with them.

partly to find a wife, as he's supposed to do.

definitely has a temper

tends to start wars over menial things, but will hesitate going to battle over something big.

priorities aren't exactly in place.

things that are important to him aren't always the greater battle, and he has a hard time realizing what battles are expected of him to fight.

doesn't like to be told what to do. doesn't like advice, and especially doesn't like guidance from people that remind him of his father / worked alongside his father.

will more likely take the opinion of his Favorite Girl into consideration faster than he will of any of the men.

ends up marrying said Favorite Girl in a couple years & she falls pregnant rather quickly.

uncertain about children, but knows he needs an heir and his wife is really excited, so he starts to feed off that.

when the baby is born, he's suddenly, extremely protective of it.

it's a boy, like he's supposed to produce as his first heir.

elders then tell him he doesn't need any more kids because he produced an heir. (they're worried about his initial disdain for kids, plus they preferred his father's leadership much more over kai's, and don't believe the kingdom / castle needs any more mini-kais).

but he and his wife go on to have four more, all girls. neither planned for a big family, but he can't stay off her 🫣 and she loves having kids.

these are all my notes on this for now! at first i wasn't sure i'd have a lot, but the more i wrote, the more i came to love the idea. definitely need to add king AUs to my prompts list!

also, i switched back and forth between past and present tense while making my notes. (i have no idea why, or how.) but i hope i caught them all, if not, i'm sorry!

#asks #send more bc i'm having the time of my life answering these #king!kai parker #king au

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repurpose-yourself · 4 months

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Santa's Objectified Helpers 2 (5/7)

"You're a homewrecker."

Eduardo laughed, "I guess you could call me that. Though fuck-boy is probably a better term."

Chris sat at his desk, boots propped up and looking at Eduardo, "This is no laughing matter."

"Oh, it's a laughing matter," Eduardo shot back, turning away from the frosty windows and looking at Chris, "Up until 10 minutes I didn't think you were real. So why don't you say what you need to say and let me get on with my life."

Santa dug his toes into his boot insoles; the former humans granted life beneath the jolly man's feet a few years ago winced in the process. Chris dropped his feet on the floor and leaned forward.

"I'll do more than just talk," Chris retorted.

Eduardo clenched his fists, "Is that a threat?!"

"You're welcome to take it any way you would like," Chris responded.

Eduardo lunged towards Saint Nick, covering a few yards of the large office before a quick finger snap halted his movement. Chris stood and walked up to Eduardo, who remained motionless.

"Don't tempt fate against something you know nothing about," Chris remarked pointedly, "Your time as a... 'fuck-boy' ends now. And there's only one way I can see that fits as punishment."

Chris snapped his fingers, letting Eduardo fall to the floor and pass out...

***

Cesar looked down at the palm of his hand and shed a few tears. A wedding ring meant to signify his love towards his ex-wife rested in the middle. It held much meaning to Cesar but the days of happiness, at least for now, were gone.

"I want to hate her. I want to scream from the rooftops how much she ruined my life," Cesar said to himself, "But that's not the right way to cope. And maybe what I am about to do now isn't either. It will at least close this chapter in my life, though."

Eduardo looked up at Cesar and felt a wave of anxiety take over. Seeing the man larger than life and seemingly holding onto Eduardo with ease terrified the former individual. Not only the warmth of Cesar's hand could be felt; the air around the two was hot and humid. Loud noises echoed throughout the building. Eduardo was thoroughly confused by the situation.

'What the fuck is happening?!' Eduardo screamed internally.

"Fitting, isn't it? The homewrecker becomes the very symbol of commitment. Being a wedding ring is a nice change of pace, isn't it Eduardo?" Chris' voice asked.

'What?! No! I don't want to be a wedding ring! I want to be a man again! Get me away from this fucker!' Eduardo yelled.

"It's a little late for that. But don't worry, you won't be in Cesar's company for much longer. I know how much it upsets you being around the man whose life you ruined with your sexual escapades," Chris said, before his voice faded away.

'What does that mean?!' Eduardo cried.

"I loved you with all my heart," Cesar said quietly, holding the ring out before his body, "But it is time to move on."

Eduardo finally saw the source of the loud noises.

'Is this a factory... for metal? Ah, what do they call it? A foundry?' the former human questioned to itself, before a sinking realization set in, 'A foundry... Oh no!'

Cesar had been standing on a platform which elevated him high above a vat of molten iron. Eduardo looked down, seeing red hot liquid bubbling below. The grieving ex-husband fumbled with the living ring a few times, really considering his next move. The former human pleaded internally, begging to be spared once Eduardo realized what was about to happen.

But with no outlet to cry for help, Cesar was unaware of the life held within the ring that represented terrible memories. Taking a deep breath, the worker simply released his grip on the piece of metal and allowed it to fall into the vat of iron.

Eduardo screamed mentally the whole way down until landing in the thick liquid. Fire immediately accompanied the impact, consuming the living wedding ring. Immense temperatures ate away at the vulnerable metal. Eduardo's last sight was Cesar looking down, a man who unknowingly got revenge on the homewrecker...

#inanimate object #inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #revenge tf #unaware tf #nonconsensual tf

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thatscarletflycatcher · 2 years

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I have seen a whole lot of posts dismissing "concerns" about the whole killing of Lucy and Mina as vampires in the tags, and some claiming that the passage is actually about showcasing Mina's agency.

Look, I like Mina as much as the next gal. I think all these characters do have a lot of potential, and I acknowledge it is fun to think of that potential and to build up in one's head a version of the characters and the story that we may enjoy better. That's all good and valid and I do it too. BUT that cannot come at the expense of pretending the text isn't doing a yikey thing, because it is.

Van Helsing says that Arthur has a right to kill vamp!Lucy. Mina says it is Jonathan' duty to kill her. In both cases the killing of the beloved woman is presented as a romantic gesture. And you might say "ah! but it is no longer her! It is a vampire! All she's asking for is deliverance!" And I say to you: horror doesn't exist in the vacuum of a parallel universe. It relates to the real world, and very often it is commentary on the real world.

You know, even nowadays, in the case of women being murdered, is most often the killer? Her male romantic partner. Do you know how often the excuse is that he loved her like no one else, and so she could only be his? That he killed her because he loved her?

Bram Stoker chose to have the two vampires turned by Dracula during his novel be women. He also chose for both of them the idea that their husbands should be the ones to kill them, as a right and a duty.

Dracula was published in 1897. Do you know what was published in 1898? Oscar Wilde's The Ballad of Reading Gaol. This long poem has as its central theme, the horror of the death penalty, and the subject is a man that murdered his wife and was hung for it. It includes these verses:

The man had killed the thing he loved, And so he had to die.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold.

A few decades earlier, Edgar Allan Poe was saying, in The Philosophy of Composition:

"The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.“

Context is everything, and in this case context is these men see the beloved woman as an object, a poetic object whose death exists for the sake of their own poetic sadness, and sometimes the killing of the beloved woman as a romantic right or duty because she belongs to them as a thing.

I don't care that in book it is about freeing the soul of the woman. I don't care that in book Mina is the one who requests the promise to be killed, and I don't care because the meaning and symbolism transcends the plain facts of the narrative, and what it says is chilling and objectifying AND something that killers say and use to this day. And I also don't care because the same people that tell us to ignore this here won't have the same attitude towards other works they don't like or care about.

It's been said to death, but it bears repeating: you can love a problematic thing; but you cannot pretend it is not problematic or twist it into an unproblematic reading because you like it and you are a Pure PersonTM who only consumes certified WholesomeTM ApprovedTM content.

#Dracula Daily

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chen-chen-chen-again-chen · 1 year

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Hi, hello, hola, and happy Stab Caesar Day! Tumblr ate my original draft because, um, I guess its hunger is horrible and insatiable? But here I am for take two. Thank you to @artsyunderstudy, @larkral, and @forabeatofadrum, who tagged me today and who continue to craft delightful things.

Updates on My Good Egg (Good morning, good night, good morning): My plan of posting Chapter 4 today ain't gonna happen. I updated the author's notes, but the next posting date is TBD. I need to focus on my health right now, and then I'll be travelling for a bit (March 24-April 7). But hey, if you've been meaning to read this one, now's a great time to catch up? 🤣

In the meanwhile, I'll share a snippet featuring several of my OCs, Baz's queer, chaotic uni friends. Behind the cut for mild spice. 🌶️

Bunce goes off with Simon so that she can pump the American bartender for information, and as soon as they’re out of earshot, Emma leans forward, her eyes glittering. “Well?”

“Well what.”

“I told Liu and Ramesh you got kidnapped,” Emma says, waving her hand dismissively, “and of course we’re all very worried and hope you’re doing okay and acclimating to regular life again, but have. You. Ridden. That.”

Baz regrets downing a few rats before they left for the pub, because it means he has enough blood in him to blush. “We’ve been figuring out this kidnapping situation,” he says coolly. “It hasn’t left much time for carnal pursuits.”

“Baz,” Liu says, aghast. “Why haven’t you fucked that nice himbo? He’s clearly gagging for it - he couldn’t stop staring at your arse in those jeans.”

“Is he a himbo?” Ramesh says. He pulls out a pen and starts to doodle a triple Venn diagram on a napkin. “He seemed like more of a twunk to me. And he’s got a great bear belly.”

“Ladies,” Emma says, her hands fluttering in mock-distress, “please don’t objectify that sweet boy before Baz gets to objectify him. Baz will eat his fill of the man-meat and then give us a report.”

(Please put in the comments/tags if you think Simon Snow is a twunk, a himbo, or something else delightful. 🤣)

Hello tags and tagbacks: @whogaveyoupermission, @cutestkilla, @facewithoutheart, @captain-aralias, @fatalfangirl, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whogaveyoupermission (THE EDGING CONTINUES), @raenestee, @ileadacharmedlife, @shrekgogurt, @hushed-chorus, @shemakesmeforget, @theimpossibledemon, @imagineacoolusername

More about the hiatus for My Good Egg:

(Warning for some hard stuff, Big Feelings, trauma recovery. Feel free to skip and just bask in Ides of March posts instead!)

Okay, so introspective life/writing blather here... I keep meaning to write a post, at some point, about some of the best practices that I follow when I am writing about material that is heavy, like in Baker boxer teacher grief or the Rosethorn girl universe.

A lot of stuff that works for me is probably self-evident: go slow, be gentle, ground yourself, talk to safe people, have a release valve, be able to walk away, offer yourself a lot of self-care and self-compassion, take care of the soft animal of your body. And don't feel like you have to put everything in - some of what you can write can just be for you, and it can be enough to have written it, and not include it in the finished product.

I honestly didn't expect Good morning, good night, good morning to get me where I live. It is, as I've always maintained, a dumb horny rom com (that somehow developed a plot and backstory and plot TWISTS and OCs but ANYWAY). But there was a line in Chapter 3 that kept rattling around in me:

“You were a kid,” Simon says, his voice low and angry. “You were just a kid.”

This is not the first time I've been triggered by own fic (and probably won't be the last, LOL!), but this one did me a doozy. I've had to take a few steps back, and just focus on recovering from trauma that's been reactivated in my body. It is wild what the body remembers, and how it holds onto pain.

(There is, at the same time, other stuff happening with my family with grief and estrangement and just a whole mischegoss of hard feelings, so that adds another element into the mix.)

To circle back round to My Good Egg: I'm putting it to the side for now while I tend to my health and just recovering from the past few weeks. It's funny - I don't think it's a particularly angsty story or one that does a super deep dive into trauma, but I need to take some pieces off my plate right now, and this fic is one of them.

I will always keep writing - the WIP game has been a delightful brain refresher, and I have a very fun Six Sentence Sunday post that I'm already excited to share. But for now, My Good Egg is gonna have a li'l nap. When I come back to it, I think I'll switch over to writing the second draft in its entirety, and then posting the chapters weekly, whenever that happens. I'm not putting a timeline on it right now.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk making your way through this personal essay, if you've gotten this far. I am continually blown away and delighted by everyone who engages with the fic, and I am so excited to serve you up some treats in the future.

To end on a lighter note, here is an exchange with my spouse, the inestimable EarlobeGreyTea who continues to offer thoughtful and nuanced feedback on this fic, Exhibit A:

EarlobeGreyTea: Did they fuck in this chapter?

Me: No Me: And they didn't fuck in the previous chapter Me: It's the EROTIC Grope Fest. It doesn't have to have explicit sex (yet) EarlobeGreyTea: Yeah, I guess it isn't the Sloppy Fuck Fest

Love you all. ❤️❤️❤️

#WIP Wednesday #My Good Egg #good morning good night good morning #life and writing #long boi #big mood #my fic tag

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