#so read if you gaf and ignore if you don’t

[calamitydaze]

long tag ramble below u have been warned

#ok i feel like i should say Something before i start being active again #but i dont want it to be a Statement which is why i’m putting it in the tags #(also bc i procrastinated doing this for weeks so i know this is a very stale topic by now #but i also haven’t been on tumblr literally at all so this is 100% my organic authentic opinion lmao) #so read if you gaf and ignore if you don’t #anyway: george def could’ve done more to ensure she was comfortable #and as someone who has also gotten in over my head with older men and regretted it #her hurt is valid and i’m deeply sorry she feels the way she does about that night #but with that said i see no reason to believe george Should have known how she really felt #or that he deliberately took advantage of either her youth/inexperience or her discomfort #and that’s the most important thing for me— he fucked up and misread a situation but that doesn’t make him an evil person #and i hope they can both move on and grow and heal #as for my future in the fandom: i honestly dunno how active i’ll be going forward #i was already becoming pretty disconnected so this might’ve just sped up the process? i’m tired of being put through the wringer #but i also don’t really have a fandom to replace this so i might just continue casually participating in the way i have been #either way rest assured i will never become a rabid anti. that shits embarrassing #i got HORRIBLE drolo rsd the other day when tommy’s mom needed clout and vagued him so like if nothing else. droloisms are forever #also as a last thing— this feels kinda silly and self centered to say but i will anyway #sorry for not opening up my blog as a forum for discussion again the way i did with the drituation #i know i helped a lot of people sort out their feelings and that was (and is) really really important to me #but it also tanked my mental health (mostly as a result of the fallout and not the act itself but still) #plus my life irl was pretty stressful at the time when everything was first going down #so i just didn’t feel up to putting myself through that again #but i’m sorry if anyone wanted to discuss w me but wasn’t able to #anyway. i think that’s all i have to say! #i don’t want to turn this into a capital D discussion but as always my askbox and dms are open #love you all tons! i hope you’re having a good day 🫂🫶 #bella talks

[kastelixa]

Instead of posting pointless callouts, use your brains.

tldr: some of yall need to learn what a fucking block button is

Genuinely what is so hard about pressing the block button? Like omg I promise no one cares about your fuckass callout posts or rants. Like some of these people are embarrassing as hell. If you get triggered by shit on the internet, it’s YOUR decision on wether or not you want to interact or block and move on with your life. Like brother, i’m not going to throw a fit and freak out over some post that just so happened to contain weird shit on it. You know what I do? I MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE. Because I got better shit to worry about than some random ass fic on tumblr.

You like ddlg? Cool. Doesn’t hurt me or anyone, I don’t care. You like incest? Good for you! You like noncon? Okay! Like do y’all see how easy it is to just smile and nod? Trust, policing what people post and enjoy, is not going to change shit. It’s just annoying as fuck. People pick and choose, because some of the shit you all consume wouldn’t be considered normal either, going by what you all say.

According to all of your logic, blood kinks, knife kinks, gun kinks, piss kinks, and etc. should not be normalized either. Murder shouldn’t be written about, especially gore. Which is fucking moronic, considering how RE is built on violence and gore. Please, learn how to separate fiction from reality.

Many people are fans of iconic slasher films and horror movies. Michael Myers is a rapist and a murderer. But guess what? No one CARES! Because he’s not REAL. I could go on with so much more examples, but you should get the point by now. Hopefully. Dark content is everywhere, why is it now that it’s weird? Makes no fucking sense.

I get that some of you don’t want your precious white boy’s image to be tainted or defamed or whatever, but trust, Leon Kennedy is not reading these fics nor would he care. ‘He’s not a rapist or into incest!’, well he also wouldn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ or whatever cheesy bs fluff fics contain nowadays. But that’s the whole point, isn’t it? It’s all OOC. We KNOW he’s not a horrible person or an incredibly affectionate lover, but people write whatever they want. And no one’s going to stop them! Not the posts clogging up the tags or the weird asks.

There’s so much more, but the main arguments that keep being repeated are ‘it’s weird’ and ‘if you write about it, you’re probably going to do it in real life’. That take is so fucking stupid I can’t help but laugh. Same bs as white moms claiming their son is going to shoot some place out just because he plays violent video games. The whole point? SEPARATE FICTION FROM REALITY. And if you don’t like something? IGNORE IT? Why are you willingly engaging like omg are you stupid or dumb.

OH AND. ‘kids could see this!’ When will you all learn that no matter what you do, you cannot control what a person sees or decides to interact with. Especially minors. I’m willing to bet half of a smut writers followers are minors. Guess what? People lie all the time, about their ages and whatever else. It’s the fucking internet, of course they do. It’s not the responsibility of the blog owner to take care of children. The most they could do is plaster a big fat MDNI on their blog, that’s it. It’s the job of the parents to control what their kid watches or consumes, and we can’t exactly help with that. So don’t pretend to gaf about minors like omg.

Anyways. I’m too lazy to continue writing like I just needed to say this because some of you are slow. Me and many others are going to continue to write whatever the fuck we want. In conclusion? Block if you don’t like it LMAO. I don’t care about what some rando has to say on the internet.

#🪼☆.thinking #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy x you #dark content #some of yall r DUMB

[toniiswrld]

no fucking way are you real? Cuz I can’t comprehend how tf you write shit like smut out of REAL PEOPLE? and then have the fucking nerve to say oh I love these people. Shaking my fucking head.

“get on the bed,” anon growls when they come into the room. eyes low, quickly ridding themself of their clothes while you hurriedly move yourself from your desk to the bed. you follow their actions and take off your clothes, and anon gets on top of you.

they must have had a rough day at work, being a bit more aggressive with you than usual. they smash their lips onto yours, and you gasp at the action. anon shoves their tongue into your mouth without warning, and you open up your mouth more so they can explore the warm cavern with their tongue.

you moan when anon brings their hand to your chest, taking your breast in their hand to pinch your nipples.

“a-anon… please don’t tease me”

“be patient, slut” they hiss, pulling away from your mouth to suck hickeys into your neck. their fingers slide down your body… dipping into your folds.

the way anon rolled your clit in their fingers had you whimpering, before you almost screamed when you felt their fingers slip into your hole.

“so wet y/n… so needy just from me kissing you” they laugh, and you feel yourself getting close from the combination of anons fingers inside you and on your clit.

“nonie ‘m gonna c-cum!” you grip the bedsheets below you, and anon lets out a small hum of approval for you to cum. with a few more strokes you were seeing white. clenching around their fingers uncontrollably while you ride out your orgasm.

after catching your breath, anon pulls their fingers out of you and flips you on your back. “we aren’t done here, baby.”

okay on a real note, if you don’t like it… don’t read it! you’re on tumblr! you’re going to find smut in literally any fandom you look at on this app (like fork in a kitchen…) 😭

here’s a quick tutorial on how to make sure you don’t see anything like this again:

ill let you know right now that i reallyyyyy don’t gaf… and i’m keeping this as nice as i possibly can. like seriously just block and scroll 🤷🏽

any other responses i get like this i’m just gonna ignore btw… because its so easy to not see smut of you don’t want to see it

#x reader #smut #riize smut #anon ask #toniiswrld #toniiswrld ☆ asks

[girlreblogger]

also to add to my previous post, when i say blk yn go through crazy situations im exaggerating but i mean (“cause me personally!!!!!!!!!!!”) allowing the character to be treated in certain manner and be put in “awkward” positions. i also want to say that the “situations” seem unfulfilling like i wanted to say in the first place.

because of the unsavory situations she is put in she legit has to have characteristics that are straight up unnecessary if the wellbeing of her character was prevalent. and i have to say that because of blk yn stories that it applies to. (and no ian talking abt how ppl be complaining abt yn being “ghetto” 😒)

drama, comfort, or for fun, is cool and dandy but it’s the same type of thing and i’m not tryna come for the plug stories like don’t nbgaf like omg i’m so tired of hearing bout them freaking stories.

to the ppl who still decide to ignore how damaging fr CERTAIN! blk yn fics y’all remind me of the ppl who support tyler perry movies simply because it’s for entertainment and “he’s telling a story” (that not everyone has)

yep. those things are true but an impact worse than good is being produced. like bffr.

and i feel conflicted by even saying that because some ppl obviously genuinely relate or find comfort in those stories but at what cost. like is comfort worth change and progression?

me rn:

some ppl just really don’t gaf and don’t care to want better. please don’t let the ppl who don’t gaf sway you. for the ppl who do, reblog nice fics or write. blow them up so other blk girls can find them. we deserve it.

there are so many blk fics where yn is not going through those things and if there is “drama” is solved or there’s a healthy resolve. (there’s so many blk writers who need to be publishing books fuck tumblr or ao3 and tryna get reblogs. with all that talent girl MAKE SOME MONEYYYY! YALL STUFF BE GOOD.)

i’m dead serious. why haven’t you thought abt it.

but yeah. it is what it is we have to put more work in to change as people in general. but i really just want my ppl to grow. ppl find comfort in fics for a reason. i really think a good balance of what everyone is looking for and needs should be found. i know ppl gonna feel like ppl telling them what to do but they prolly the ones who don’t want the change for wtv.. reason… ahem..

ppl feeling hit by what i said:

there’s obviously a problem and as a ppl! why can’t we just fix it. like at least try.

side note:

there’s so many ways to get drama. also the smut after arguing piss me off this is off topic cause it applies to a lot of ppl who make fics but like damn. y’all ain’t gon talk it out. and it be the most weird arguments and stuff and you wanna squeeze lemons after that???

idk that annoys me like everyyyy time? and i think smut after arguments can be well written but ….

anyways the blk ff community to damn big for us to be sitting here starving acting like we don’t have food in the refrigerator to make something.

get it together yall. youn want what’s in the refrigerator go get your keys and buy something.

i’m tired of this shit that’s why so many blk writers stop writing or ppl stop reading because it’s too much going on all for some damn fake characters we wanna imagine ourselves with.

and i know for some ppl it’s abt the followers and all that which i mean to each is own i mean

sigh i was tryna be proper and cordial but i really want better for us but it’s so many ppl who go too far or do too little. and some are so sheep that they go with someone else’s opinion too. you know you tired of all the toxic fics say sumn. you know you tired of ppl constantly bringing up yn being ghetto for no reason (that shit piss me off so bad i can’t. they be so close but so farr) say sumn.

me after thinking someone finna bring up how unnecessary struggle love/toxic/extra smutty blk fics are but they end up just complaining abt yn using aave:

anyways i’m ranting. i wanted to say what i felt.

muah

#x black reader #x black reader fluff #black reader #x black fem reader #anime x black!reader #black fanfiction #aot x black reader #jjk x black reader #connie x black reader #x fem black reader #aot x black y/n #eren x black fem!reader #jjk x black y/n #eren x black reader #black yn #i love using gifs theyre so fun🤭 #i said what i said again

[sexisdisgusting]

Soz idk where else to say this so I’m saying it to you: I just realized, I think the reason TRAs in particular are so dismissive of feminism and oppressive sexism, instead only focusing on choice feminism, is bc if we actually acknowledged how oppressed females are, then they’d be forced to realize how fucked up it is to “identify” as us.

Example: They know transracial is bad, they know it’s bad to identify as a race you aren’t, because you can’t identify into a marginalized group like that when you’re not part of it! Obviously!

But if that’s true, what about women? Sexism is just as bad as racism, just as systemic and violent. Why is it ok for the oppressor group to not only identify as a marginalized sex group they’re not a part of, but then go on to speak over said marginalized group and destroy their spaces and wish death and rape on them for being upset by their oppressors “identifying” as them? Racial dysphoria is a thing too, I know people who have racial dysphoria, yet they know clearly that it’s offensive to “transition” into a group they don’t belong to, they work through their dysphoria in other ways instead.

so what’s the difference? Like really? What is the difference? The answer is there isn’t one. No one can think of a solid reason why one is ok and the other isn’t. Race and gender are both social constructs, but are based on biological and genetic traits. Race and gender both come with inherent trauma, including generational trauma. Race and gender both have history and family ties attached to them. Both are connected to lineage. What’s the difference?!

since no one can answer this, libfems will either get completely stuck and just ignore it, or they will end up at one of 2 stops. Those being that either “transracial” is valid, or that women aren’t really THAT oppressed. Usually these yt folk know better than to go for the former, so that leaves the latter. The reality of systemic sex based oppression defeats their entire ideology. I should know, I’m 20, I was trans identified for 10 years, grew up in the community, and just thinking about this critically for 3 fucking seconds made me do a complete 180 in a week. A. Week.

(I’m poc though, I get yt trans don’t really gaf bout us unless we’re useful as o mystical kweer savages who had 3000 genders. For those of you who don’t understand racism, think about transabled or something like dat. It’s not quite the same, but you get it. Disability is really just a social construct assigned to a real phenomena! Now imagine a group of “transautistic” people getting an autism support centre defunded, spraypainting “kill all trans-autistic exclusionary disabled rights activists” on the windows, and nailing dead rats to the doors, because they weren’t assisting “trans-autistic” people. You get it?)

Leaving yall on this. If you support dylan mulvaney then u should also support oli london, because they’re the same.

my fucking god anonita

you neednt EVER apologize for blessing my askbox like this holy shit

i dont think i have anything to add except that you are so fucking right, you summed it up PERFECTLY

i started reading this ask while laying down and found myself sitting up by the end of it

im so happy knowing an intelligent woman like you is following me, and im so fucking proud of you

#asks #anon asks

[sakamaki-richter]

@fruit-of-infidelity tagged me in a character inspiration post but i’m saying FUCK THE FORMAT IM RAMBLING ABT MY INSPOS FOR RICHTER BC YOU GAVE ME THE OPPORTUNITY 🫵🫵 (here’s the template for anyone who wants it tho. but i’ll also tag @ask-cordelia-sakamaki — either for your oc, or if you have inspo for cordie that you’d like to share <3 i adore the way you write)

ANYWAYS! RAMBLES UNDER DA CUT!

first and foremost. i don’t actually have any real inspiration for the way i write richter??? at least none that i’m conscious of! mostly it’s just i adopt a completely different writing style to convey the way i see richter in my head. however i do have one fanfic author that consistently influences my writing.

eloha on ao3— their writing is so intimate & purposeful and it’s genuinely beautiful to read?? everything is so smooth, & feels very personal no matter what the situation is. (i havent read any of their stuff in a while though; rip </3 )

ANYWAY NOW I GET TO RAMBLE ABT HOW RICHTER IS IN MY HEAD & WHY I WRITE HIM THE WAY THAT I DO. also i probably write him pretty ooc than he is in canon but i truly dont gaf BAHAHHS. /lh

most of the scenes we see of richter are him just being like. raunchy and skeezy. so i don’t particularly change that— i just write it differently than rejet so it at least sounds pretty whenever he’s doing some fucked shit. but i also just adore like. general vampire aesthetics. particularly their speech patterns, and how every movement they make seems buttery smooth its SICKLY. so i write richter that way. <3 like you know he’s big and bad. you know that absolutely nothing good comes from being with him no matter how close you are. but the smooth sway his hand makes when he points. the way he tilts his head so very sweetly whenever he’s asking (telling) you to do something. EUGH i wanna make everything he does sound pretty when you read it none of you understand.

OH ALSO I LIED I DO HAVE A SINGULAR INSPO I JUST REMEMBERED. (there’s surely more, but you know. whatever). august ruthven! from vanitas no carte! you all have seen me yell and scream abt him a lot and how he and richter are the same to me but REALLY. I MEAN IT. he also inspired the version of richter i have in my head <3 because rejet made him and abandoned him and i’m delusional.

i love tragic vampire lords okay. i love vampire royalty i love it when they’re in pain i love it when they hide things & i love love love it when they’re pretty & manipulative. so that’s richter in my head. yeah. ALSO HIHI @fruit-of-infidelity I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT THE WAY YOU WRITE RICHTER MAKES MY BRAIN BRRRR SO YOURE INSPO ALSO 🫂 YOU WRITE HIM VV NICELY AND IM JEALOUS PLS GIMME YOUR BRAIN.

SO IDK IF I REALLY TOOK MUCH INSPIRATION FROM THINGS— but i really just adopt an entirely different writing style and bend the way richter already is in canon. idk when writing him i need to make sure i can capture all his pretty angles. so i can make him look beautiful when his mind is all broken and he’s all hallucinating and delusional. he deserves the best <3

here’s a classic case of whin ignoring the prompt & rambling abt their own thing. oopsie :)

#ooc #{{ i need to come back to this blog and redo it 😞 }} #{{anyways i ignored the prompt hi have my richter ramble!!!! }} #{{ which makes no sense!!!! at all!!! :D }}

[sisterspooky1013]

More Than A Feeling, Chapter 4

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

Week Two- Kansas City, MO

“Don’t sweat on the chicken, Buddy Boy. You’re cute, but not cute enough that anybody wants to season their food with ya,” Madge admonishes Mulder, prodding him away from the grill with the business end of a pair of tongs. “Well,” she adds, eyeing him curiously, “maybe one someone might.”

He ignores what is yet another attempt to get him talking about Scully, which he has carefully avoided. He’s used to people assuming that they’re an item, but the carnies seem particularly set on seeing the two of them make it official. If they only knew that Mulder doesn’t need any convincing that Scully is the girl for him—he’s known that for years.

The temperature edged over eighty degrees just before noon, which would be tolerable if he weren’t standing over a grill in the cook trailer brushing marinade onto half-cooked chicken breasts. The Kansas City crowd has so far proved to be a bit more entitled than the patrons in St. Joseph, and while Mulder and Madge have minimal interactions with customers, the way they treat the crew bleeds over into their demeanor around mealtimes.

Picker and Lenny are hunched over a picnic table with beers in hand, griping about some rube who threatened to call the sheriff if they didn’t give his kid a Little Mermaid plush on the house, on account of the fact that the game is obviously rigged.

“That’s a two way joint,” Lenny says angrily, “and it wasn’t even gaffed. Not my fault his rube kid ain’t got no aim.”

“I got your back, Lenny,” Picker says with a yellow sneer. “He got on the Sizzler right after and I had Joey make sure he got the gold car. Spun him up real good.”

The two men laugh conspiratorially and clap their hands together over the table top to congratulate themselves on a job well done. Mulder chuckles and shakes his head.

“Hey,” Lenny says, his demeanor shifting. He leans in towards Picker and speaks at a lower register, but Mulder can still easily hear them over the music in the trailer. “That green help, Barry. What’s your read?”

Picker sits back and looks around them quickly to see who is within earshot. Mulder has learned that he and Madge are often treated as though they are invisible, which serves him just fine.

“Somethin ain’t right,” Picker agrees. “He all but begged Mickey to put him on the punk rides. Seems a little too eager to help the kiddies get up on the carousel, if you ask me.”

“He fuckin’ creeps me out, man,” Lenny adds. “I’m gonna flag Tami on it.”

Mulder has seen the person they’re referring to—a forty-something pasty white man with a badly executed combover and a greasy smile. He was hired on this week along with a tall, lanky man named Mitch who shaves his head out of stylistic preference rather than baldness, and a plump Latina woman named Maxie who was assigned to a joint but seems to spend a lot of her time tagging along with Summer and Scully. Barry hasn’t struck him any kind of way during the few meals they’ve shared, though from the sounds of it, it’s the presence of children that brings out the behavior that has Lenny and Picker on guard.

“Goddamn it, Ricky, you’re burning the fucking chicken!” Madge snipes, shoving him aside and quickly turning over each of the half dozen chicken breasts on the grill, which are a little more well done than intended but far from burnt.

“I was watching it, Madge,” Mulder defends, caught off guard by her uncharacteristic brusqueness.

“Like hell you were,” she replies, not looking at him. “You were too busy eavesdropping on Lenny and Picker. You always do this, Ricky. You just can’t mind your own goddamn business.”

Mulder touches her arm lightly and she looks up at him with moist eyes, the haze of developing cataracts shimmering in her pupils.

“I’m Luke,” he says softly, unsure whether she’s having some kind of episode.

“I know that,” she says with a huff, though he gathers from her expression that it was more than a slip of the tongue.

“Who’s Ricky?” he asks, and Madge starts wiping down already clean counters and organizing utensils that don’t need organizing.

“Nobody, forget about it,” she says curtly.

Mulder steps up behind her and takes the rag from her hand, guiding her towards the door of the trailer with a gentle touch to her shoulder.

“Go sit down, Mom, I’ve got it. Take a break,” he says sweetly, and she stops in the doorway, her expression shell-shocked and her lip quivering.

“Are you okay?” he asks sincerely, wondering if the heat is getting to her.

She nods, the trace of a sad smile curling the corners of her mouth.

“Been a long time since anybody called me that,” she says tightly, and then leaves.

He finishes prepping the chicken, putting it in the hot-holding area until dinner breaks start, and then slices up tomatoes, onions and lettuce. He’s found that he enjoys the methodical nature of food prep, his mind wandering while his hands stay busy and music floods his ears. It gives him time to think about the case, and their available avenues for investigation, but mostly he just thinks about Scully. Her cute little coveralls and her dirty fingernails, and the way the sun is bringing out the freckles on her cheeks.

The new location for the show doesn’t have a grassy knoll, but the last two nights they’ve met up at the Ferris Wheel, sitting in the lowest car with his latest concoction to talk about the events of the day. Last night he brought her fried pickles with lemon pepper ranch for dipping and they discussed the locally hired help, who they have to consider at risk of disappearing.

“What do you make of Mitch?” he’d asked, and she immediately pulled a face.

“He made a crass comment to me about redheads,” she replied, dragging a pickle chip through the sauce he’d made from scratch. “So suffice to say I hate him.”

“I hate him in solidarity,” Mulder said emphatically, and she smirked at him.

“Barry seems pretty benign,” Scully added, “and I like Maxie.”

“You know who else likes Maxie?” Mulder asked rhetorically, and Scully rolled her eyes.

“It’s like being in high school again,” Scully complained. “I’m half expecting Summer to ask me to pass Maxie a note that says ‘Do you like me? Check yes or no.’ She asked me to apologize to you on her behalf, by the way.”

“Summer?” Mulder clarified, and Scully nodded. “What for?”

“In her own words, ‘for being a colossal bitch about the fortune teller.’”

Mulder shrugged. “I’d already forgotten about it, no grudge held.”

Scully chewed her lip thoughtfully. “It’s almost like you’re desensitized to bitchy women,” she said, carefully watching his reaction.

He narrowed his eyes and blinked at her. “You’re not referring to yourself,” he said. A statement, not a question.

Now Scully shrugged. “I have my moments,” she admitted, popping the last pickle chip into her mouth with a crunch.

“Maybe so, but I’d never use that word to describe you,” he said, collecting her plate and moving to stand up.

“Never?” she asked, disbelieving.

He stopped to truly consider it, leaning on the stabilizing pole that holds the wheel up.

“Well, maybe that time you yelled at me for eating your peanut butter cups,” he finally said, his tone teasing. “I may have had a fleeting thought of that nature, but I suspect there were extenuating circumstances that contributed to your out-of-proportion reaction.”

“Out-of-proportion?” she repeated, eyebrows kissing her hairline. “Those were gourmet peanut butter cups, Luke. And you washed them down with a warm coke.”

Mulder began slowly backing away, sensing that he was reopening a wound that had never fully healed. In the dark, he couldn’t see the cord lying across the ground just behind him and soon enough found himself flat on his back, dew soaked grass wetting his T-shirt and the yellow sliver of the new moon filling his visual field. Despite his bruised ego, and his bruised ass, Scully’s cackling laugh at his expense made it more than worth it.

He smiles to himself at the memory as he wraps up dinner prep, but his reverie is interrupted by a rapping on the side of the trailer.

“Hey kitchen boy,” Summer calls out, more playful than condescending. “Is Penny back from town yet?”

He turns to see her just outside the door, Maxie at her side.

“You’d know better than I,” he replies, lifting the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “I haven’t left this trailer since 10:00 am.”

When the shirt is no longer blocking his line of vision, he finds that Maxie is looking at his bare belly with slightly parted lips and a hungry expression, while Summer is looking at Maxie like she just declared that the earth is flat.

“Tell her to come find me if you see her,” Summer says flatly, tugging Maxie by the arm and leading her away from the cook trailer, and Mulder wonders if he’s just landed himself back on Summer’s shit list.

With nothing else to do until after dinner service, he turns up the music before he walks out of the trailer, breathing in deeply as the air temperature drops by at least fifteen degrees. Spotting Madge at one of the picnic tables furthest from the trailer, he pours himself a tall glass of ice water and makes his way over to her.

“Feeling better?” he asks as he takes the seat across from her, and she smiles at him sheepishly, the deep lines around her eyes highlighted by the harsh light of midday.

“I’m sorry about before,” she says, eyes on the table. “I got confused for a minute.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mulder reassures her with a pat to the back of her crepey hand.

“Ricky’s my son,” she says softly, lifting her head to look at him. “Or he was, anyway. He’s dead.”

“I’m sorry,” Mulder says genuinely. “I didn’t know.”

Madge shrugs. “How would you? I don’t talk about him much. He’s been gone near twenty years now, so it’s an old hurt. But sometimes…you just reminded me of him today, I guess.”

Mulder is quiet, unsure how to respond and sensing she has more to say.

“I wasn't a very good mother,” Madge says, her expression grim.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Mulder insists, but she shakes her head.

“I wasn’t. I was strung out on smack most of his childhood. I kept him fed, but that was about it. By the time I kicked the habit and had two brain cells to rub together, it was too late. He was already mixed up with these street kids and—.” She stops talking and stares at her hand, the index finger tracing a gap between the boards in the table. The cartoonish beeps and wails from the midway suddenly feel offensive and out of place. “I was the one who found him,” she says, and he can see that the memory is as vivid as the day it happened by the stricken look on her face. “Needle was still in his arm.”

Mulder slides his hand across the table and places it on top of hers.

“It’s not your fault,” he says gently, and her face contorts as a tear runs down to the tip of her nose.

“You’re a good boy, Luke,” she whispers hoarsely. “I bet your mama is real proud of you.”

He can’t bring himself to refute it, so he just squeezes her hand.

-

The Datsun jumps and pitches through the dirt parking lot as Scully steers it back toward the boneyard, one hand on top of a stack of papers on the passenger seat to keep them from tumbling to the floor.

This is the first day off she’s had since beginning this assignment, and she went straight to town to locate a phone booth, which she then spent the better part of two hours standing in while Skinner asked her a myriad of questions and became increasingly more irate at her lack of answers.

“Am I correctly understanding, Agent Scully, that you and Agent Mulder have made absolutely no progress on this case in the past eight days?” he’d asked gruffly, and she was glad he couldn’t see her face.

“Not yet, sir, but these things take time. We have to build trust with the other staff members before we start asking too many questions, or it might look suspicious.”

“Well, you’d better hope no one else goes missing while you two are standing there munching on cotton candy,” he spat, and she accepted the verbal lashing with a series of “yes, sirs” and “thank you, sirs” and a promise that Mulder would also call on his day off.

The sun is just beginning a slow march towards the horizon as she parks beside her trailer to stash the paperwork in the locking cabinet, then heads into the fairgrounds. As she nears the cook trailer, she sees Mulder standing at one end of a picnic table, his bare back glistening with sweat, and prepares herself to avert her eyes.

There’s something about him here that has cranked up the volume of his attractiveness to her. Normally a static hum that she actively ignores, she’s finding it more akin to a megaphone aimed directly at her ear. It may be his snug blue jeans, or the apron tied around his waist, or maybe the kitchen-infused scent of his sweat. It could be the scruff on his cheeks, as he hasn’t bothered shaving with a razor but only keeps a full beard at bay with an electric trimmer. Maybe it’s the self-satisfied smirk on his mouth when she takes the first bite of the food he prepares for her, or the way he leans into her more readily without FBI agent fraternization policies to worry over (not that he’s ever seemed to worry much over those). She looks forward to midnight every day, and those few stolen moments where he looks at her dirty, grease smudged face like she’s dressed to the nines.

“Henny Penny,” Lenny calls out in greeting as she draws near, and Mulder turns to look at her, giving her a once-over in her jeans and thin white tank top. She keeps her eyes glued to his face, the velveteen ripple of his chest and belly teasing her periphery.

When she steps up beside him, he slings an arm around her shoulder in a kind of side-hug, his sticky skin dampening her arm where it collides with his torso. She resists the urge to push him away, to tell him he’s getting her all sweaty, and instead leans into him.

“We missed you today,” he says fondly, and she feels a flush of embarrassment at his open affection.

“Did I miss anything?” she asks, surveying the handful of staff who sit around eating chicken sandwiches and guzzling water. June has only barely begun and she hopes this assignment ends before they are subjected to the full heat of a midwestern summer.

“Other than Mickey getting royally ralphed on by some kid who didn’t know when to quit, not really,” Lenny says.

“Summer was looking for you a bit ago,” Mulder says, dropping his arm away from her shoulder. “She wanted you to go find her when you got back.”

“Okay, thanks,” Scully says, stepping away. “See you later.” She meets Mulder’s eye briefly and then lets her gaze skim over his chest, turning away before she gets as far as his belly.

“You better put a goddamn shirt on, son,” she hears Lenny say to Mulder just before she is out of earshot, and her cheeks burn.

She finds Summer near the maintenance trailer, in a protected corner behind the concessions where she set up the fortune teller for the week. She’s showing the machine to Maxie, who looks excited and amused as Doraldina moves her hand and turns her head, signaling that a fortune is about to be dispensed.

“Hey,” Scully calls out, and Summer’s head snaps over to her and then lights up with a smile.

“There you are, Miss Woman-About-Town,” she says playfully, and the fortune pops out at the bottom of the machine. “Alright, Maxie, the moment of truth,” she says as she plucks the card out and hands it to her.

“I’m nervous,” Maxie says, a hesitant smile on her mouth.

Summer steps closer to Maxie and winds her slender arm around Maxie’s shoulders, not unlike Mulder had done to Scully moments ago.

“Let’s read it together, on the count of three,” Summer says, and they count one, two, three in unison before Maxie flips the card over.

“Keep an open mind—new experiences will change your perspective,” Maxie reads, and Summer throws Scully a triumphant look.

“Does that mean anything to you?” Summer asks Maxie, who shrugs.

“Maybe it will, sometimes it’s for the future,” Summer replies, and Scully can’t stop herself from huffing a laugh.

“My break’s over, I gotta go,” Maxie says, tucking the fortune into her pocket.

“See you later,” Summer says with a megawatt smile, then watches Maxie walk away until she rounds a booth and disappears from sight. Summer lets out a low wolf whistle and then turns to give Scully a significant look. “It should be illegal to have that ass and those tits,” she proclaims, though somehow it manages not to come off as derogatory.

“I’m sure the authorities will be here any moment,” Scully quips. “Luke said you were looking for me, what’s up?”

“Do you know what happened to that other set of hex keys, the one in the red case?” Summer asks.

Scully opens her mouth to answer, but is startled speechless by two hands clamping firmly onto the tops of her shoulders. She spins around, breaking free of their grasp, and finds Mitch standing behind her.

She disliked him from the moment they were introduced. Something about his buzzed head, square, minky eyebrows and the everpresent smirk on his mouth told her that he’s a man who thinks he’s doing the world a favor by existing in it. And as soon as his eyes landed on Scully, he seems to have decided that she would be the one on which he would bestow the gift of his romantic interest.

“Ladies,” he says with unearned confidence, “how are we doing this evening?”

“Can we help you?” Scully replies flatly, not answering the question.

“As a matter of fact, I’ve been looking for you, Red. My ride, the Viking? I think it’s got a bolt loose or something. It’s making a little clicking sound. Maybe you can come take a look?”

His mouth is coiled into that smarmy little smirk, his eyebrows pushed together like he’s speaking to someone leagues beneath him in terms of intelligence. She lifts her chin defiantly.

“My name is Penelope,” she says levelly. “I’m off today, maybe Summer can help you.”

Summer snorts, and the smirk fades from Mitch’s mouth. He looks past them, one hand digging in his pocket.

“I see you’re going to play hard to get, Red,” he says, producing a nickel between his thumb and forefinger. “That’s alright, I’m a patient man. Maybe this machine here can tell us what our future holds,” he says, stepping towards Doraldina.

Summer moves her body between Mitch and the machine.

“Don’t touch her,” she says plainly, unintimidated by the substantial height Mitch has on her.

“I’m a paying customer,” Mitch says, holding up his nickel with a sneer.

“She isn’t part of the show, fuck off,” Summer retorts.

Mitch sets his jaw, his empty hand balling at his side in a tight fist. Scully gathers that he is a man capable of violence.

“Mitch, could you actually do something for me?” Scully says, shifting her tone to a placating one.

Mitch turns away from Summer, stepping closer to Scully as that nasty smirk finds its way back to his mouth.

“Of course, I’m happy to help,” he coos, successfully distracted.

Scully turns on her own flirtatious smile, pushing her hair behind her ear and dropping her head demurely.

“It’s silly, but I forgot that I’m supposed to close the midway down tonight and I didn’t get the key from Lenny. Could you go find him for me and get the key to the midway, please? I’d really appreciate it.”

“The key to the midway?” Mitch repeats with a hint of confusion.

“Did they not tell you about that in your training?” Scully asks, and Mitch straightens his spine, nodding emphatically.

“Yes, of course they did. I’ll go get it for you, give me five minutes,” he says with an almost impressive level of confidence for something she is positive he has never heard of.

He rushes off to find Lenny, and Summer grabs Scully’s shoulders, shaking her with a laugh.

“It’s official, Penny, you’re a carny!” she declares, and Scully smiles proudly.

“What will Lenny do?” Scully asks, knowing that the key to the midway is a prank often played on new staff members, but not sure how it actually plays out.

“Oh, Lenny will tell him to go ask Joey,” Summer explains. “And then Joey will tell him that he’ll give it to him, but only after Mitch finds him a left-handed monkey wrench.”

Scully barks a laugh, and Summer’s demeanor shifts.

“That guy’s a fucking creep, Penny,” she says gravely. “He’s not going to let it go. Why don’t you just tell him you’re with Luke? He’ll probably give up if he knows you’re taken.”

“Luke and I are just friends,” Scully insists, and Summer’s face falls into a deadpan expression.

“That man eats you alive with his eyes every time your back is turned,” she says plainly. “And he’s cute, I know you think so. So what’s the problem?”

Scully shrugs and shakes her head gently. “We work together,” she says, which is actually a very honest answer.

Summer rolls her eyes, looping her arm around Scully’s shoulders and walking them towards the maintenance trailer.

“I guess I can respect your insistence on professional boundaries, even at a shithole like this,” Summer says. “But I’ll tell you this much, as a board certified lesbian and cunnilingus connoisseurr: that man knows how to eat pussy.”

Scully wants to ask her how she could possibly know that, but she finds herself speechless as she imagines, not for the first time, what Mulder can do with that smooth talking mouth.

-

Scully is already waiting for him at the bottom of the Ferris Wheel with freshly showered hair and two sodas.

“I contributed,” she says proudly, handing him a coke and taking one of the small paper boats from his hands.

They settle into the lowest car, and it rocks gently as she examines the food in the low light.

“Waffle fry nachos,” he explains, and she raises her eyebrows at him.

“You’re going to have me packing on twenty pounds by the end of this,” she says regretfully, but plucks a waffle fry coated in nacho cheese, ground beef, and olives out of the boat and drops it into her open mouth.

“What’d the Skin Man have to say?” he asks, being careful not to speak too plainly.

“He was less than impressed with our lack of progress,” she says, holding her hand in front of her open mouth to conceal the food she’s still chewing. “But he did confirm that Damian and Chris are both alive and well, so we didn’t miss anything. Coincidentally, there was a missing person reported in St. John mid last week, but they didn’t work for the show.”

“Lenny and Picker aren’t big fans of Barry,” Mulder says between bites. “They think he’s a little too fond of the kids.”

“They think he’s a pedophile?” Scully questions, and Mulder shrugs.

“I haven’t seen it myself, but they both noticed some suspicious behavior..”

Scully nods, looking out towards the boneyard where she can see people gathered around Tami’s trailer, drinking and laughing. When she looks back over at Mulder she finds him watching her, and he smiles sheepishly before turning back to his food.

“How was your day?” she asks, the question feeling oddly domestic.

“Hot,” Mulder says. “I had a good talk with Madge, though. Oh, and Mitch asked me if I knew where the light bulb grease was, then flipped over a trash can when I told him I didn’t think light bulb grease was a real thing.”

Scully’s mouth blooms into a slow grin, and Mulder quirks his head at her.

“He never did bring me that key to the midway that I asked him for,” she says, and Mulder returns her smile.

“You’re in big trouble now, G-Woman,” he says, shaking his head. “His tender ego will never recover.”

“That so happens to be exactly what I was hoping for,” she says triumphantly.

Mulder chucks their trash then returns to his spot beside her, kicking off on the platform to send the car rocking gently forward and back. He threads his arm across the back of the bench and Scully shivers when it slides over her bare shoulders.

“Cold?” he asks, scooting closer.

She shakes her head, then tilts it up to the dark, cloudless sky. Mulder mirrors her and they watch the sky in silence until he kicks off again, sending them swinging, as he hums a familiar tune that she can’t quite name.

Tagging @today-in-fic

#the x files #txf #x files fanfic #dana scully #fox mulder #xf fanfic #x files #the x-files #xfiles #case fic #case file

[lucysweatslove]

Lmao the plot thickens?

So I blocked my sister on one (1) messaging app, Signal, which is my husband’s preferred app and what I predominately use because it’s his preferred app and I talk to him more than anybody else (use Snapchat and IG for my best friends, iMessage for my family’s group chat and other stuff that I don’t gaf to look at right away). Reasoning being, I don’t want to totally block off all contact from her, I just don’t want to see any messages from her that I can’t easily ignore. Signal tells the sender if a message has been received and read, and if you archive/delete a text thread so you don’t have the damn notification, it tells the sender you’ve read the message. It’s the only

So like my options if I didn’t block her would be: have the annoying red dot on the screen (it’s the only app I care about having the red dot), or she thinks I’ve read it and I’m just ignoring her (which would be another issue).

She can email or message me on apps I don’t care about and have a built in buffer so I feel more empowered to choose when to engage.

Anyway, she texted my husband because apparently she sent me an apology (through the one app I gave her blocked). He eventually replied that he’s not getting in the middle of it. Then my mom texted me and asked if I got my sisters apology, and I said no, and she asked if I blocked her. Lmao. My sister the highly educated and (separate issue) generally intelligent doctor I’m sure can figure that one out.

My mom said she won’t inquire about what happened but oh we all have roles to play etc etc, and I just explained my position in general and it’s turned into this big thing about “old deep wounds” in the family like. Yeah. Oh yeah we have many. I don’t think y’all are actually ready to address any of them bc all y’all do is scapegoat and guess who is refusing to be said scapegoat.

[woofdrm]

I feel like people are missing the point

We all get it that since October karl like many others have quietly but quickly pulled away from Dream publicly we all assume due to the PR Dream has which makes sense. But we aren’t talking about that we are talking about how Karl specifically with all of this stuff with Q going on has been up quackitys ass like no one else. And acts like Dream doesn’t exist. And again I get why he may not be as public with his friendship with Dream sure! BUT again considering he’s friends w snf and more than likely read the tweets or maybe even heard it from the dream team themselves at the very least has seen people talk about it online he knows the situation and from an outsider perspective it is very frustrating that Dream in his tweets expressed the danger him his family Sapnap and George have been put in along with having been ghosted publicly and privately by Q and obviously Q has no issues replying to Karl and I can’t imagine you’d publicly positively reply to someone and ignore them privately or that if someone’s as ghosting you privately you’d even want to publicly positively support them after all of this came out but Karl still is. So to Q fans someone this close to snf supporting Q and ignoring Dream is reading like their theories about Dream are validated and to Dream fans this reads as he doesn’t gaf what Q is doing and how he refuses to say even “don’t send hate” . And I get he’s friends with both of them so he claims but like I feel like this situation isn’t just “drama” this is someone’s real life and their real family idk it reads as very snakey and like Karl is in it for himself and has no real even like alliances with the dteam outside clout from like banter which 🥸 lord don’t get me started

Yeah it’s the fact that he’s so CLOSE. If Tina wants to distance herself a bit that’s fine I get that. But I guarantee that Karl is aware of EVERYTHING going on, from the allegations to everything dream team/dreams family is going through. And he’s more than willing to benefit off of snf but ignore Dream. So to see him move like he is is just disrespectful and gross imo

But loyalty is everything to me. And I understand others don’t think like that.

#offerings

[zumpietoo]

Confirmed, Snorty Doesn’t Like Her Reflection

Umm....WTF does being patient/impatient have to do with anything? Dude, as I pointed out, if you’re waiting for Jizzy, you’re gonna turn verrryyyyy blue. And nobody GAF if you’re working on anything or not....(Snorty’s really, really dimwitted, it would appear, huh?).

So it’s boring to how facts pointed out to you? Hmm....

And I did point out to her (which she, OFC, ignored) that IDGAF what she thinks, but I do care about hypocrisy and lies....funny how that works....

However, notice how she doesn’t answer or even acknowledge anything? Cuz she can’t?

Oh contraire, BB/GG.....YOUR version would unquestionably be the stupidest thing I’ve ever read....and, what I’ve said so far? Absolutely fact, with many, many, many receipts....

As for the triangle thusly? In comics, yes.....on the show, we’re already so far off comics canon...however, that sort of endgame as described, with Slizzy the sad, pining doormat loser?

If I’m real here, works fine for me (even if it IS gross) was RAS’s OG plan for the show and, yeah, totally likely outcome....

Actually, the triangle as endgame kinda IS that, anyway??? For the rest, nah....def JT HEA....

Yes, it IS moi, Izzy....but I don’t capitalize. Suck it and learn it....

I’m not, I am merely pointing out that you’re a hypocrite and liar...

Ummm....you and Izzy, just for starters, Snorty??? Dude, again, this is WHY you’re called the GG, cuz you LIE!!! Even about what you legit said!

BTW----I pointed out to Snorty, yes, indeed, she has said this and, OFC.....crickets!!!

[wakatshi]

i desire sexy girl summer tips 🤲

the day i stopped caring what people think about me was the day i became happy 😍 i literally couldn’t care less if they think i’m weird or ugly or whatever idc keep it to yourself. especially if it comes from men stfu ugly. unless you think i’m hot and funny 👍🏻 it took me a while to understand this. i used to be so miserable and awkward, i didn’t know what to do with myself. i don’t exist to please people. i think it’s natural to wanna know what people think about you, but it’s really not that relevant imo.

also don’t force yourself to be something you aren’t. i feel like many of us feel forced to go out, party, have 100 friends etc etc personally i enjoy it, not all the time, i like to rot in my room and read and play video games and ignore everyone sometimes 🤍 rói u don’t seem like the type who gaf, but if anyone reads this, it’s ok to have flaws and be silly and weird and laugh too much. you don’t need a “summer body” to go to the beach, that’s so fucking stupid. perfection is an impossible achievement and this is also a reminder to myself. sexy girl summer is what you deem as sexy girl summer 🫶🏻

[terriblegam2r]

Idk why you went on this long ass tirade but I don't gaf about the ring either and I want Rick to give her one. All I was saying was that she didn't wear it as a sign of their love, she wore it because it's a small keepsake that she can CARRY with her everywhere. And she'll definitely have it before entering the CRM, for continuity reasons.

- So my answer to your uninvited comment of my opinion where you obviously wanted to know what I personally had to say was too long~ for your liking that it’s automatically a “tirade”? Alright. You clearly wanted me to respond how you wanted so I don’t know why you even bothered asking me a question in the first place.

-You gave a fuck enough about the ring to come into my inbox bringing it up to me.

-If you actually read my response to you you would have read where I typed that she would probably “loose it in the first episode”. I’m aware of continuity.

-No shit she didn’t wear it as a “sign of love”, but you do realize that this is a fictional show where these fake people do whatever the writing makes them do, right? Kang made her wear it. Michonne wouldn’t have worn it otherwise because why tf would she do that? It’s the ring of Rick’s previous wife and romantic relationship. It would just remind her of his love and devotion for another woman. And remind her that he never proposed to her. Kang could have easily made it so where Rick gave Michonne her own ring to wear before he fake dies. That simple.

- Even if Kang didn’t write 9x05 she is still the showrunner. Every single decision that happens on the show has to get her approval first. She controls every character journey and major decision on the show for the entire season even before the season begins filming. I love how you bring that up while ignoring what she tried to do to Michonne in 6x11 that would have made her ooc.

- I’m not going to argue with someone who’s too much of a pussy to not even show their face. If you want to continue to argue with me about this fill free to come into my inbox further.

#anon is off #I’ll be waiting!

[janiedean]

grrm: spends pages upon pages describing everything wrong with the westerosi ruling class and how their games are affecting the smallfolk and they have no say in anything and no matter how benevolent their rulers they end up suffering often because of politics and all the nobility continue to fight for power with no regard to human life --

fandom: here are 85 reasons why my favorite is ending up on the iron throne and why they deserve to and if you don't see it this way you are an idiot

(honest the one thing i loved from that dumb finale was drogon burning the fucking ugly chair lmfao not that it made any difference but yea)

I'll agree on drogon and again the spirit of the small council as the only two things that were sort of decent but I mean....... I'm beating on a dead horse here as you're pointing it out but again:

today it's apparently unheard of to actually read up on what an author thinks/their biography/their previous work and just go off but like.... grrm was a vietnam war conscience objector and he wrote an entire book about that specific matter and about how he thought his generation failed at changing things for the better and idk how to break it to people but being a vietnam war conscience objector in the seventies basically was... the most leftist position you could have, and we're here discussing who gets the iron trap as if it's a good thing? like grrm is anti-war, most likely as anti-establishment as a us american is going to get and a damned lapsed catholic and I have to presume he's telling me a story about how great it is that you have a good king ruling the land where the good people™ eventually get the happy ending by getting the iron trap and the bad people™ don't get redeemed and die?

because like....... that's not the story he's telling, there's a lot more there including the pro-environment angle but like grrm's politics are pretty obvious just reading asoiaf but if you read the rest of his stuff they're just blatantly glaring and if someone tells you hey I'm writing a thing to deconstruct stuff and then you interpret it straight-up.... then you're doing the contrary of what he's doing

also esp the fact that ppl with money and power don't gaf about the smallfolk which... let's just ignore that grrm said that his favorite part to write was brienne talking to the elder brother about soldiers with ptsd shall we

also the entire schtick is that pOWER CORRUPTS AND IT'S A BAD THING UNLESS YOU DON'T WANT IT AND YOU ONLY TOOK IT BC YOU HAD TO AND YOU KEEP THAT IN MIND and... the eventual reward should be having power? idt so

tldr: the day people realizes grrm is not writing a story about how great it is to live under a monarch we're going to actually get somewhere

#anonymous #ask post #asoiaf wank for ts

[musclesandhammering]

I read the ask about "gay Cas." Respectfully, I disagree that the so-called confession was unambiguously romantic - and I am not one of "the straights," I'm a member of the LGBTQ+ community myself. I do think it was intended to be readable that way, as a nod to shippers, while not being something that can ONLY be read that way. The problem is that they were - perhaps unwittingly - giving that nod to the biggest bullies in the fandom. While your other anon may have encountered mostly people using "gay" for Cas as an umbrella term, I've seen people literally saying "he only likes men" to taunt and bully people like me, a Megstiel shipper/Megstiel endgame truther (they DID end up in the Empty together, so my ending's as likely as anyone's). The same people will refuse to acknowledge fact that Cas was very clearly shown to still have feelings for Meg in Season 15 and even try to insist that all of their previous romantic interactions no longer count but claim that I MUST concede that Cas was *in* love with Dean. I don't, and I don't think you have to either.

Disclaimer that I am also an anti-Dean megstiel-shipping member of the lgbt community, so I’m very biased in your favour, BUT.. I completely agree with everything you said here.

I sort of saw the confession scene as the writers blatantly pandering to the d*stiel shippers to try to gain more publicity (because the writers are trash and don’t actually gaf about the show and that’s absolutely something they’d do), but I sort of agree with what you said- that they probably meant it to be open to interpretation so as not to piss off any one group of fans. Which is annoying and cheap, but… so is most of the show. So.

I also agree that- while I can concede that there are a number of people just using “Cas is gay” as a shorthand for “Cas is a member of the queer community in some way”- the vast majority of people saying it are d*stiel shippers (because they make of a majority of the fandom, let’s be honest) that wanna rub it in the face of all the rest of us that “SEEEeeEEeeeE!!! CaS Is ONLY iN lOve wItH DEEEAAAN!!!” Which is annoying as hell because A.) Cas IS a member of the queer community, but he absolutely is not a homosexual male- which is what they claim- and his identity ends of getting ignored because a lot of the ones claiming him as lgbt are doing it in such a fetishistic and reductive manner B.) There’s no evidence Cas was ever in love with Dean whatsoever up until the confession scene and plenty of evidence that they straight up hate each other, and C.) Castiel CANONICALLY was attracted to and cared about Meg. Like… that’s not up for dispute, that’s not a matter of opinion. That was intentionally written into the script. You can argue that it was an unhealthy relationship or that it was a poor plot choice or whatever, but it WAS canon. Period.

But anyway…

#lol I rant #anti dean winchester #anti spn writers #spn wank #cas meta #ish #megstiel #anon #ask #answered

[bookofmirth]

Hello! This is a bit different from your usual gwynriel/elucien asks, so I hope you don’t mind, but it’s something that’s been bothering me lately and I wonder if anyone else has noticed.

I’m not sure if it’s because if the upsurge in popularity of acotar on tiktok/twitter with a younger audience reading it, or if I’ve just been lucky and not noticed it before, but I’ve seen so many Tamlin stans coming out of the woodwork and it honestly bothers me.

I definitely do agree that Tamlin is a complex character and of course, it’s fine that people are interested in him (I really don’t care about him, but to each their own)! But lately there have been so many people in the fandom arguing that he’s a victim of PTSD who deserves better, often villainizing Feyre/Lucien because of this.

I‘ve seen takes that Feyre was gaslighting Tamlin when she told him she was happy with Rhys because Rhys still had the whole night court persona going on?? And that Lucien and Feyre were a horrible support system because they wouldn’t stand up to him (completely ignoring that when they did Tamlin … ya know … physically hurt both of them)? And that somehow Feyre spying in the Spring Court in ACOWAR was also abusive and manipulative towards Tamlin?

I just genuinely don’t understand where all of this is coming from. I try to be critical of SJM’s writing because I understand that it can be flawed, especially since I have problems with how Feysand was written after ACOWAR, Azriel’s issues with women, the IC’s treatment of Nesta, etc. But I just can’t seem to get behind these interpretations and I’m not sure if I’m just missing something (or ‘biased’ by Feyre’s POV as some claim).

Wooooooo boy, so I didn't know that this was a thing happening but lemme break down how wrong these people are with some of these arguments! This is going to get long.

(I definitely don't mind, I appreciate any ask that's not just about ship wars!)

So I'm going to lay out the claims people are making and talk about them one at a time.

Tamlin has PTSD:

Probably yes. In the beginning of acomaf, Feyre mentions that he has trouble sleeping, just like she does, and I believe he gets up at night, and this is when their relationship really deteriorates. I can't say for sure what he was experiencing, but it seems like he had a lot of anxiety and fears left over from Amarantha and watching Feyre die. The things he was experiencing emotionally are 1000% understandable and valid, even if it wasn't diagnosable PTSD.

But you know who else likely has PTSD? Lucien and Feyre.

Say it with me everyone: emotions do not always justify behaviors.

Feyre is gaslighting Tamlin:

Hell fucking no.

People need to learn what gaslighting is. Gaslighting is not just "lying". Gaslighting is not "disagreeing". Gaslighting is a very specific tactic used to make someone question their memory, their reality, to twist the truth.

Rhys definitely had a persona. That was a calculated decision. But when Feyre tells Tamlin that she is happy, she is not lying at all. Her telling Tamlin that she is happy has nothing to do with whatever lies or manipulations that Rhys did in the past. Why? Because even if Rhys was a super asshole dark dude, Feyre saying she is happy with him is still the truth. Feyre isn't lying, let alone gaslighting Tamlin, that idea is completely laughable.

The only way that people could say that Feyre is gaslighting Tamlin is to say that she is responsible for Rhysand's Dark persona, that she is the one who created it with the intention of making people question what they thought was true. Which she isn't. That isn't even the reason that Rhys created the persona. He created it to obscure the truth in the first place.

And even his persona isn't gaslighting? He isn't trying to make people question their reality. He isn't trying to make people question themselves. He is trying to make himself look scary. And so when he drops that persona, he is telling the truth. He isn't gaslighting people, he is saying "hey I wasn't being honest before but now I am".

And i think that's a big, big difference that people are failing to understand. Gaslighting is about trying to change other people's reality. Rhys's persona was about him. Feyre saying she was happy was about her. Neither of those things were about trying to make people feel like they were crazy.

So there has to be this reality. Let's say Rhys was spotted being menacing. Person A is like "hey, you look scary!" And he's like "noice, my evil plan is working." Then later on Rhys is like "hey you know what, I wasn't being honest before, I'm actually a Super Cool Dude." Person A might be confused for a minute because what they thought was true wasn't true, but they'll get there.

If it were gaslighting, on the other hand, it would go more like: Rhys: *is nice*. Person A: "hey, I thought you were scary though?" Rhys: "nah, that was my good twin, Rhysnaldo. I've never been nice a day in my life. You must be confused." Person A: *questioning everything they thought they just witnessed".

So yeah anyway, people gotta stop using that term if they don't know what it means.

Feyre manipulating Tamlin:

Personally, I agree with the argument that she manipulated Tamlin in the beginning of acowar. I don't think that's even a matter of interpretation, she went to Spring with the intention of burning shit down.

Feyre was not abusive towards Tamlin. She knew his weaknesses and exploited them. I don't care that she did that to him, I think that she deserved a bit of vengeance. However, personally I cannot stand the fact that in doing so she caused a lot of collateral damage and did not gaf. Deal with your abusive ex however you need to, Feyre. Don't knowingly, intentionally bring harm to other people in doing so.

Feyre and Lucien failing as a support system:

NO.

Feyre literally saved Tamlin's life by killing and dying for him. Lucien was also tortured by Amarantha because of Tamlin. Neither of them broke and betrayed him. They were incredibly loyal to him throughout acotar. Even now, when Lucien is being emotionally and physically abused by Tamlin, Lucien is still trying to work with him, make sure he is fed, make sure he doesn't completely lose his humanity fae-ness. Lucien is the only reason that the Spring Court hasn't completely collapsed while Tamlin wallows in his beasty feelings.

Any time that either Feyre or Lucien try to stand up to Tamlin, he gets manipulative and abusive. He emotionally manipulates Feyre into feeling guilty for wanting to be able to defend herself. He emotionally abuses Feyre by making her afraid of his anger and afraid of how he will react to anything that she says or does. He glares or shouts down anything the Lucien says.

Also, Tamlin is a High Lord! They can only do so much when it comes to standing up to him.

For real, Feyre and Lucien did literally everything that they possibly could in order to try to support Tamlin, and much of that was to their own detriment. In trying to support Tamlin, they got emotional and physical abuse in return. So no, fuck that. Being supportive does not mean we have to put up with abuse.

Being biased in Feyre's favor:

We are not biased by Feyre's POV in the sense that she is trying to mislead the reader, but we are limited by her POV because she doesn't know everything. She tells us the truth as she knows it. That is very different from a narrator who is intentionally trying to hide things or lie or mislead.

But even if we were biased by Feyre's POV, so fucking what??? Is it so wrong to take the side of a victim of abuse? Why do we need to try so hard to understand Tamlin's side? People can do that, of course, I have myself, especially later on in the story. In acofas I started to feel sorry for him. I've been mad at how Rhys treated him in acofas. But the idea of being biased in Feyre's favor means that we would have to question her, in some way, when she recounts the story of her abuse. That's disgusting, to me. What reason do we have to think she isn't telling her story truthfully?

We might naturally have more empathy towards Feyre because we heard the story from her POV, but again - why is that a bad thing? To hear a story from the victim of abuse and feel empathy for them??? Call me crazy but that's not a problem. I'm going to empathize with Feyre, and I'm going to believe Mor (and Rhys, and Lucien). The end.

A final word

Just something you said in the last paragraph struck me, in regards to Azriel's view of women and how the IC treats Nesta: those are not thing to criticize in sjm's writing, I think. Just because Tamlin is abusive doesn't mean that sjm shouldn't have written him that way, ya know? If there are inconsistencies in characterization or a lack of understanding of abusive dynamics or alcohol abuse or something like that, those are things we can criticize in her writing. But characters do uncomfy things, that's supposed to happen.

What I'm trying to say is that there is a difference between criticizing a character's actions, and criticizing the way they have been written. Pretty much everything above falls under the realm of "analyzing a character or story", not criticizing the author.

#acotar #acosf #feyre #tamlin #lucien #ask #anon

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Making an Effort

Pairing: Tommy x  Beatrice (OC)

Summary: Bea told Tom to make an effort, but he’s too smug to do it without annoying her at work.

Length: 1118 words (allegedly)

A/N: I am loving reading through my archives and I just like posting about my cuties 🥰

"Miss," Liddy knocked on Beatrice's office door as she stepped in. Beatrice didn't look up from her work, but Liddy knew that standing in the doorway staring, waiting for permission to speak was worse than just going for it. "Mr. Thomas Shelby is here to see you."  

"What?" Beatrice's head whipped up at the name. Liddy's eyebrows raised at her boss.  

"Would you like me to tell him,"  

"No, no, it's okay. Um, give Mr. Shelby a drink and tell him I will be there shortly. Treat him as well as any guest, better maybe." 

"Yes, ma'am." 

Liddy hurried off while Beatrice sat back in her chair for a moment. She raised her head to the ceiling and closed her eyes. 

"This man is going to kill me."  

Entering the main parlor, Beatrice saw Liddy giving Thomas Shelby a description of the art on the walls. Their history, meaning, and why they were chosen. Tommy had shed his coat and wore an impeccable, three-piece suit that made Beatrice roll her eyes. He looked good as he sipped champagne and listened with interest as Liddy explained a portrait showing generations of Romani women sewing in a room. 

"This is Miss Loveridge's favorite because," 

"Because it reminds me most of how I began to sew," Beatrice finished for her assistant, and both turned.  

"Miss Loveridge," Tommy greeted her.  

"Mr. Shelby, it's an honor to have you in my salon. What could I possibly do for you?" She smiled innocently, despite her words.  

"Well, I was in the neighborhood and was reminded that the most talented modiste has a salon that anyone would love to have a piece from," he began, "So I decided to stop and ask for a fitting."  

Liddy's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open as she turned to her boss. The older woman raised an eyebrow. 

"Would you like a ball gown or an everyday look, Mr. Shelby?" Beatrice asked. "I don't make men's suits."  

Tommy finished his glass, and Liddy was quick to go grab another.

"I have a proposition for you." 

"Propositioning me on a Sunday? That's particularly sinful," Beatrice mused, making Tommy smirk.

"There's an upcoming gala that I'd like to attend. I believe it's a fundraiser that you're aiding with, yeah?" 

"So?" 

"I'll give you a blank check, and you can fill in what a hand crafted tuxedo from Modiste Raveena costs, and tack on a healthy donation to the cause, eh? Five hundred, two thousand pounds even. You choose." 

"You'll pay me two thousand pounds for a tuxedo?" She gaffed.  

"Is that how much you want?"  

"Tommy," 

"Alright, Miss Loveridge, two thousand pounds it is." He nodded, and a gasp filled the room. They both turned to see Liddy gaping from sticker shock at the expense of the now partially upended new champagne glass. 

"I-I'm sorry, Miss, Mr. Shelby, sir." 

"Ms. Barker seems to agree with that price." Tommy took the glass from Beatrice's blushing aid and smugly took a sip. She couldn't help how frivolous Tommy was being, but she could take advantage of it. Beatrice held out her hand and let him shake it. 

"That's a deal then, Mr. Shelby. Would you like to schedule a time for measurements?" 

"Now is good."  

"I have a client." She shook her head, but Liddy piped up.  

"Mrs. Arnold called and said her daughter is in labor, so she won't be able to make it."  

"Perfect." Tommy nodded. "Lead the way."  

-- 

"Take off your clothes." 

"Anything for you, Bea." 

Tommy stood before Beatrice in only his boxers as she called out his measurements to the ever blushing Liddy. His plan to tease Beatrice a little was only slightly hindered by the extra company. Tommy watched her hold a tape measure to his shoulders.  

"I didn't realize this was a two person job." 

"It isn't. Liddy's here, so you'll behave." Beatrice smiled at Liddy, who returned it.  

"Thought you already knew my measurements anyhow," He spoke low enough that only she heard.  

"Never hurts to make sure," She breathed against his neck as she reached around to get the tape around his waist.  

"New perfume?" He breathed her in. Beatrice smirked but ignored his question.  

"I'm going to kneel before you, Mr. Shelby. Try not to get too excited." 

She could see the playfulness in his eyes as she lowered down, letting her hands run over his torso. Liddy wrote down a few more measurements, and Beatrice stood.  

"Just the neck is left, Miss," Liddy called. Beatrice wrapped the tape around his neck.  

"Are you to be trusted?" He asked. 

"Not on your life." 

She took the measurement then turned to exit, only to have him place a hand on her waist.  

"Stay."  

"Liddy, could you give me a minute? I'll just get an idea of what exactly Mr. Shelby is looking for." 

She took the notebook from Liddy and turned to Tommy. She took a seat and crossed her legs. He moved to walk off the platform when she stopped him. 

"Turn for me."  

"What?" 

"Turn," she moved her pen in a circle, and he repeated the motion for her. "Very good."  

"Is that all?" 

"Yes, but just stand there. I like this." Beatrice rested her chin on her hand. He crossed his arms and stood still.  

"Like this?" 

"Perfect. Now, what are you looking for?" 

"A traditional," 

"No," She stopped him. "You're not ruining my good name by paying me way too much money to make you a plain tuxedo. If people are going to ask you where you got your suit, and you say from me." 

"Alright," He shrugged. "Then make me something. I trust you."  

"What are you doing?" She blurted, shaking her head.  

"Making an effort," he said. Beatrice leaned back and smiled behind her hand as she ran a finger over her lips.  

"Interesting approach," she said, taking a sip from her own champagne glass. "Most gangsters want to intimidate, yet here you are, stripped to your knickers for me." 

"That I am. Do you usually have this effect on men?" 

Beatrice could only give a hearty laugh before urging Tommy to put his clothes back on so he wouldn't catch cold.

"I'll make your bowtie and handkerchief as well," She said as she knotted his tie for him.  

"Will it match your dress?" He placed his hands in his pockets. 

"I only match with my date," Beatrice said airly and a bit too casual.  

"You're a stubborn woman." 

"Thank you." 

"Beatrice Loveridge, may I accompany you to the gala?" He asked. When she was happy with his tie, she looked up and caught his eyes. Intense, flirtatious, and expectant.  

"Thomas Shelby, I would be delighted."   

#I love them #tommy x oc #Tommy x Beatrice #tommy shelby fic #Tommy Shelby imagine #Peaky Blinders fic #Peaky Blinders imagine #The Beatrice Archives