The #GirlBoss movement in the MCU is extremely pseudo-feminist.
I could be totally off-base with this, but has anybody else noticed that here lately the mcu has had a slight pattern of making a few female characters ridiculously overpowered as well as turbo-hyped by the narrative and marketing…
This specifically includes Wanda, Carol Danvers, and Sylvie.
I’m in particular talking about how all 3 of them had far less time for character exploration and strength build-up than the majority of the other more powerful heroes, had fairly bland and uncreative personalities compared to the other more powerful heroes (Wanda was coddled by the narrative and not allowed to have any ownership in her wrongdoings which would’ve made her more complex, Carol was a victim of the “having the same arrogant attitude as the douchebro male characters is all it takes to make a Strong Female Character(TM)” writers’ mentality, and Sylvie with mary sue-ed to hell), and were generally made more about the cool powers and ‘oooh such a badass’ moments and the aesthetic than the actual depth.
My point is… they’re all so shallow and performative. It’s like the (mostly male) writers looked at the female character and scoffed and said “ok there’s no way this lady’s gonna become a fan fave on her own- we have to help her. We have to give her a boost. I have zero faith in women being able to gain popularity by their own merit (because who’d be interested in a woman, ammiright?), so we can’t just give her a compelling backstory and let that be it. We have to make sure she has the most tragic backstory of anyone on screen at any given time, and we have to make sure the audience knows it! We can’t just give her a specific set of powers and depict them in an interesting and unique way. We have to make her stronger than any other character she’s going to share screen time with and we have to have her flaunt her powers every ten minutes to remind the audience how strong she is! We can’t just make her intelligent in her own way and give her witty banter with the male characters. We have to make sure she makes them look like idiots and condescends them as frequently as possible so the audience knows it! We can’t just flesh out her morals and let her get things wrong sometimes. We have to make it so she’s always in the right and the audience should always be on her side! And even when she does something wrong, we have to make sure the audience knows that it wasn’t really her fault and she still has the moral high ground! That’s the only way we’ll ever get people to like her as much as the main male characters!!”
It’s just…. This is just rank with a lack of confidence in women. They approach the idea of having women front and center with equal parts skepticism and greed. They’re so out of touch with what women want in superhero films and just what women want in general. They fall into the trap of thinking feminists want everyone to know that girls are actually superior to guys, when in reality we just want to be treated with the respect and humanity and agency guys have always been treated with.
And by creating these female characters the way they do (making sure they’re not equal but decidedly better than the male ones, making sure they’re nearly infallible strength-wise, making sure they’re never allowed to be held accountable for mistakes) they literally defeat that whole point. They’re being extremely counterproductive to what feminists are actually trying to do, because they aren’t actually interested giving women genuinely good representation- they’re just interested in pandering to Twitter stans and casual female fans who form their opinions based on a first glance and girls who are so starved for rep that they’ll praise movie-makers for serving up rank crumbs.
They give us female representation but not really, just like they give us queer representation but not really, and like they give us poc representation but oftentimes not really…. Because (surprise surprise) the multi-billion dollar corporation does not actually give a shit about minority issues.
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Feminism
When we talk about Media there's definitely nothing better to start talking about besides feminism, Feminism is a fake movement by the matrix to kill this society, women joining this movement want equal results not equal opportunities, I Have a good example from middle east, women in middle east and most of the middle east people are Muslims so they follow the Islam rules, in Islam rules the wife has to listen to the husband and obey him and a women wife or not has to wear hijab, women in middle east refuse to wear hijab and all the other things I said, but they want their rights in religion, they don't follow all religion rules, only the ones that they like, that moves with their ideology.
For Europe, I Have the best example: Karens.
Karen is the best example of a feminist; she's arrogant, wants everything for herself without paying consequences, and thinks she's never wrong. She thinks she always deserves more, whatever she has.
You need to give her planet Earth on a golden plate just to complain about you being very gentle and kind. Yes, there are women who complain about men being gentle and kind. As a matter of fact, a girlfriend broke up with her boyfriend because he was too nice and went to make-a-bear and made one for her.
There is no need to talk about women who sell their bodies on OF, but when they get fucked, it becomes sexualization.
You can be her boyfriend, but once you break up, you become a r*pist. She can say you r*ped her, and no one can say she's lying, and you will waste your time in jail.
GET OUT OF THE MATRIX!!!!
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If you don't take the impacts of people like Jordan Peterson or Ben Sharpiro seriously and just brush them off as (the) idiots (they are)
Long read about Jordan Peterson and how his meatriders behave.
You should still take them seriously as a threat.
A peer of mine was going on about how women are chosing the wrong path. I asked him what path he thought was the wrong one, knowing it'd be your standard woman hating nonsense. Which it was. He said that women not getting married or having children was "the wrong path."
I told him that generally childless single women are the happier demographic. He laughed and asked for a source. I didn't have an answer because MULTIPLE sources say that. Literally all you have to do is like.. Search it up and most of the sources say this.
I asked him HIS source, to which he said Jordan Peterson.
I told him it was foolish to take the word of just one man. A man who almost had his license revoked nonetheless, but I did not bring up that part.
He said that just because I didn't like him for a reason apparently I didn't understand (???) that doesn't discredit him.
So not only are Peterson fanboys taking everything he says seriously, but they don't even GOOGLE what he says. This guy is literally obsessed with JP and takes him very seriously. He also fits the "troubled young man without a father" mold too.
JP is so fucking evil praying on vulnerable young men like this, and his peers do it too.
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A/B/O with cnc, feminization, AND incest kink with Lambert, Eskel, and Geralt, go wild.
to absolutely no one's surprise, this one got long.
even though it took me two motherfucking goddamn years to make it GO, good fucking lord.
so, uh. here it is on ao3 with tags and warnings (read the AN y'all) etc, and snip below :D
cw drugs/intox, a/b/o, CNC
It isn’t unto Lambert’s finished his glass of Gull, and his fingers are suddenly going tingly, that he realizes what’s happened.
Almost at the exact same moment he realizes it, though, as he sucks in a breath to protest, Geralt is at his side, rough fingers at his throat, murmuring, “Shh. Shh, little omega.” Eskel follows near immediately after, large palms landing on Lambert’s chest and nape, and as if they’re speaking as one, he continues, “Shhh, it’s alright.”
He fights the urge to squirm, swallowing back the needy noise that nearly escapes his throat, and firmly fixes his expression into a frown before growling – or at least, trying to growl; the sound he makes is thin and too breathy to really be called that. The tingling is slowly getting worse, as each second ticks by, even with his slow heart rate impeding the drug’s spread; it’s not a paralytic, it’s barely even a sedative, but all the same it’s making it harder to move, less as if he can’t and more like the whole process from thinking to moving is too long, and too much effort to make. He sucks in another breath, and the scent of alpha surrounding him hits like a punch.
“I know,” Eskel murmurs, thumbs rasping over Lambert’s chest and under his ear in a soothing motion. For a split second he forgets himself and leans into it, just a fraction, breathing in deep, and then he remembers the game and goes rigid once more. He thinks he catches Geralt’s huffed breath of a laugh about it. “I know, little one,” Eskel continues, and then his hands are shifting, sliding to Lambert’s waist and gripping to pull him out of his chair. “I know, little omega, you hate that we have to do this.”
Geralt hums an agreement. “But it’s for your own good,” he reminds, voice gentle but undeniably firm, and Lambert’s heart thuds hard, once, and then speeds up, just slightly. It worsens the tingling feeling, moving from his limbs and in to his center.
He whines, struggling weakly against Eskel’s hold, and Geralt’s hands join again, then, curling tight around his elbows to hold him still. Between the two of them, they start walking toward the bedrooms, moving as one with Lambert pinned like a bug between them.
He ignores the way his cock is throbbing, and tries to struggle again, lifting his feet and kicking toward Eskel, then Geralt. Both of them dodge smoothly, tutting in disappointment.
“It’s for your health, little omega,” Geralt murmurs, and Eskel nods with an approving sound, clearly in agreement. They reach one of the bedrooms, and despite his continued kicking, take him through the door as if he’s not struggling at all.
Lambert manages to cover his sharp breath at the casual, easy manhandling with a grunt. “‘S not for my health,” he argues, voice a little shaky, “It’s not necessary, I don’t need – ”
And Eskel shoves a wooden gag between his teeth, cutting off any further protest. Geralt’s hands leave his arms to secure it behind his head, but he doesn’t have any chance to do anything with that freedom before Eskel is moving him around, pulling off his shirt and tossing it away just for Geralt to start on his pants.
He grunts, already starting to drool past the gag, and presses at Geralt’s shoulders, trying to wriggle away. All he succeeds in doing is helping the alpha get him out of his pants even faster, and Eskel grabs his wrists before he can even twitch toward grabbing his own braies. He whines.
“Hush,” Geralt says, a little harsher than before but still fairly gentle. Lambert swallows, once again trying to ignore how he’s throbbing, and makes a harsh, protesting noise in response, just for Eskel to squeeze his wrists to the point of paint and make him yelp.
“Be good, omega,” Eskel tells him. “We don’t want to make this any harder on you than it already is.”
Which is a cue, Lambert recognizes, though with the drug starting to go to his head it takes a beat for it to process. He’s being given a choice, for all that the idea – the game – is that he’s not.
He swallows and makes a choice, yanking hard with his arms, trying to twist away from the two of them. He just catches Eskel’s smothered laugh, and the flash of Geralt’s grin in the corner of his eye, before suddenly he’s being wrenched around, his braies somehow getting left on the floor as he goes. He ends up facing Eskel, and one of those large hands moves from his wrist to his jaw, fingers digging into his cheeks in a way that makes his mouth open, wider, just a little, and even more drool spills from behind the gag.
“Geralt,” Eskel says, and he doesn’t elaborate, but Lambert can hear the other alpha step away and a door creak open before clicking shut again, and then he’s back, presence large at Lambert’s back. The whole time, Eskel doesn’t take his eyes away from Lambert’s, and Lambert trembles but looks back, as defiant as he can manage to be when his belly is full of heat.
He doesn’t miss the flash of a smirk that earns him, but it is just a flash, and Eskel’s expression is a stony sort of pitying, then.
“If you would just let us, omega,” he says, almost sadly, and Lambert swallows shallowly. “We just want to take care of you.”
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