Yuri. Yuri if you have ANY thoughts on punk jade I NEED TO KNOW
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I'm afraid that I am going to come off as very autistic and mean but I am kind of glad Yana didn't go that route because as much I would like to see Jade with piercings and a choppy haircut that's... not really punk. Or rather it's not all that punk is. Most alt fashions have a subculture associated with them, and punk has a well established hatred of authority and the staus quo, both of which aren't really traits I'd associate with Jade. He might hate things always being the same, but any hate he has for "the establishment " is because he isn't the one running it.
What I could see is a visual kei Jade. The fashion shares a lot of visual elements with punk (piercings, leather jackets, platforms, wild hair etc.) But is less about resistance to capitalist norms and more about shock and self expression. I can easily see Jade with piercings he jokingly calls his "fish hooks" that me makes sure you notice as he speaks.
Maybe you want those hooks in you hmmm? He can certainly oblige. For a price ¬‿¬
That price being your soul because he's never going to let you go
I support the "Batman was unfairly biased to Stephanie for XYZ reasons" crowd so strongly bc DC claims that Bruce is a master planner who is able to understand anyone's psychology but he didn't realize that literally every single one of Steph's problems as a teenager would've been solved by her joining a shitty punk band. If he couldn't figure that much out then he didn't understand her for a minute
genuinely i think i've spent [~8yrs, the majority of my adult life & the entire time since i've known i was trans] trying to find a justification for how the ideology that i fled to-- queer feminism-- is so consistently hostile to me both online and off, and i just can't. i can't find solutions to the fundamental inconsistencies of the liberal queer feminism zeitgeist i (voluntarily but also necessarily) live in, and also recognize my own humanity.
i dont think you can have a truly trans-inclusive feminism that is also constantly suspicious, derisive, and in-defense-from men or masculinity.
i think the greatest crime & defining feature of White Feminism™ is a lack of self-awareness about the ways womanhood can be weaponized in service of white supremacy-- the ways that white womens' fears and tears are (both intentionally and unintentionally!) used as justification for racist & classist violence. the notion that men are privileged over women is only true in some contexts, and whiteness is (or at least should be, imho) the most glaring one.
imho, self-awareness about the ways that i can be dangerous and hurtful, even unintentionally, is like, my most basic responsibility as someone who thinks racism and sexism are bad. white dude allyship 101 is being self-aware enough to recognize when some interpersonal conflict or rudeness Aren't Really Personal-- recognizing that minority communities and individuals have rational & predictable self-defense mechanisms, and its kind and respectful for me to be understanding and accommodating about that even when it hurts my feelings. that's a piece of the cultural philosophy that i still agree with.
so i think it kind of just pisses me off to see that white feminism still has not grown much self-awareness about the ways that white women (& """"women""") can be dangerous themselves. the responsibility that i feel to forsake my own comfort for the good of others is not shared by white non-men. this suffuses the culture in ways that seem subtle, and are difficult to articulate, but don't feel subtle to me.
when i point out that norms in the culture are actually bad for me, my fellow trans queer feminists get angry and defensive. i cannot get my nonbinary roommate or upstairs neighbor or nonbinary-upstairs-neighbor's-cis-guy-roommate to stop calling me "them" no matter how much i ask them not to. i can't log on to social media without seeing memes about all the ways men suck-- t4t jokes, short king jokes, #notallmen, if men could get pregnant, men will literally X instead of get therapy, Types Of Guy, on and on and on. just constant humiliation and a thousand people rolling their eyes and waxing poetic about how its my duty to just take it.
i personally stopped making "men are trash" jokes in college bc 1) i was taught that public self-flagellation can be self-serving, and bc 2) i realized that every complaint about men as a class included black men, and i didn't feel like white ppl like me could talk that kind of shit and still consider ourselves allies. and like, i don't know, i still fucking feel that way?
i think that awareness of race has fundamentally informed my philosophy about gender, to the point that i that i think gender theory inevitably drifts into racism (or, more often, takes a sharp fucking turn into it) when it tries to be agnostic of race. to claim that men have an inherent power and privilege over women requires you to ignore the historical precedent where "protecting white women & children" has been the professed justification for racist violence (central park karen being a vivid recent example). and when you realize that this context is so important to this supposedly-universal male/female (or "men/non-men," the difference here is semantic) power dynamic, it starts to reveal the other contexts where men do not actually have the kind of power or clout that pop feminism seems to think we universally possess.
i don't know how to tell other queer people that i take it for granted that i am a man and that when they say "men" they mean me, too. i don't know how to tell people that living among self-avowed queer feminists has not led me to a people who are kind and accepting and treat me like i'm worthy of care in a way that the outside world of cishet people do not-- they all treat me like trash, and in a lot of the same ways. other queer people remind me constantly that they think i am stupid and annoying and they would love to never think of anyone like me ever again. and i don't see other groups of people receiving this standard i'm held to, that i have a moral responsibility to grow a thick skin, that "men who aren't trash know that when i say 'men are trash' i'm not talking about them." and like, i don't know, whether that's fair or not, i can't really deal with it, because i'm a person with my own traumas and my own intersections of oppresssion and whatever. i don't know. it feels [insulting? undignified? wrong?] to me to justify my like, right to dignity and care from my community, by citing that i am part of a minority group, i guess. like i think we all deserve those things bc we're human.
people don't really like it when i say i think that #notallmen hashtags-- implying-if-not-outright-stating that every individual person who IDs as a man is responsible for bearing the guilt for every sexual assault, every rude comment, every stereotypically bratty opinion ever held by another man-- was a perverse and pointed piece of widespread cruelty-- and pointing out that it was also tangentially transphobic doesn't do much to engage their sympathy, either. people think it's normal to treat me like i'm frightening, like i'm an enemy, like i'm dangerous-- trans men, trans women, and gnc butches-of-all-sorts have our emotions and behavior aggressively policed by other queer feminists based on our proximity to Obviously Scary Bad Cis Maleness & Masculinity. people put ads on lex for parties where No Cis Men Are Allowed and nobody has any inkling of why that's fucked up. cis gay men have a reputation for being transphobic, but nobody bats an eye when my lesbian friends think its cute to make gagging noises when i talk about finding men hot and wanting to fuck them. my broke transsexual ass is expected to lend infinite shoulders to cry on to every financially secure, college-educated, white ~non-man~ who wants to complain about the emotion work they do for men while also asking me about my genitals and regarding me with this weird mix of disgust and jealousy. i have to listen to other trans people complain about cis ppls' ignorance and cruelty while being ignorant and cruel towards me, and then when i point out my own burden in this exchange, they claim that i'm only upset because i don't respect their transness.
like, fuck, man, i'm tired, i've been tired for a really long time, everyone is so rude and disingenuous and solipsistic in dealing with actual ethical challenges. i just know that i'm expected to put up with a lot of shit that i wouldn't dare do to other people, either because i know it's uncouth because of the position i inhabit by merit of being a white man, or because i think it's just fucking cruel and disrespectful to say to anybody. i'm annoyed that the burden of trans allyship and antiracist allyship end at the border of white non-mens' comfort zones, that performative displays are vogue but actually leveling up your philosophy to incorporate consideration for new groups of people... isn't. i'm pissed off that a community that credits itself with trans pride and inclusivity seem incapable of taking the exact kind of criticism that they've bludgeoned me with for the last decade.
idk man it seems like every social ill that white feminists complain about suffering at the hands of men, they have also inflicted on me personally, as a trans man with a personal investment in the cause and the philosophy. there doesn't seem to be a social space for me where people genuinely treat me like a human who is worthy of care and community. "trans inclusivity" means not using the phrase "women's issues" to refer to abortion and never, like, actually thinking about how feminist culture is received by trans men. the shallowness makes me grind my teeth into dust, seemingly every time i talk to new people or log onto social media some jackass has to stomp on a nerve and then either get defensive or start crying when they're called out. it seems like taking cis white rich men down a peg by generalizing their sins as the sins of all men is more of a priority for feminism than treating someone like me as if i deserve dignity.
im currently reading queer theory books from the 90s that have better answers to contemporary gender-ethical questions than the fucking, twitter kink-at-pride discourse carousel and whatever. are we ever going to grow up or is feminism just going to end up in the reactionary dustbin of history, bc this new wave of terfdom does not look great for the philosophy's future
and maybe Element for Dragula if the question speaks to you 💜
GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it. (i think you meant god? ;A;)
He does, but it’s a little complicated. He was raised baptist, and his family was pretty devout. He was a church boy for sure, and had a lot of fear of God. He came to believe himself inherently sinful, and started to feel a lot of resentment for God as he got older, more so after his parents death. He fully believes there’s a God and he believes him to be absolute evil, a cold and cruel and loveless figure. He hates him, but he admires the audacity of his vengeance, and wants to emulate it. and at the same time, very deep down, he wants to be loved and accepted by him. It’s definitely not unusual to find Dagger on some drug bender rambling maniacally and reciting bible verses or yelling at the big guy upstairs. He still keeps his childhood bible, though it’s all tattered and he’s scribbled a lot of angry stream of consciousness in it and its been burned and ripped, but it’s a strange little comfort item he won’t part with.
FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?
Zephyr is pretty touchy-feely himself, but in a con man sort of way, to make himself seem friendly and approachable. Lots of arm over the shoulder, hand shakes, fist bumps, whatever. He's mostly okay with touch, but he doesn't expect most touch to be friendly. He gets hit a lot, shot at, has things thrown at him, been sexually assaulted, etc. So sometimes you'll see him tense up and brace just on instinct if he sees someone getting close. Anything else usually catches him off guard. He doesn't have many real, authentic friends so if something is genuine he's really not used to it and there's a moment of pause for him to take it in, some shyness, and there's often a level of discomfort initially too. His life is easier without attachments but he really craves that kind of safe space with a person, though no part of him believes he deserves it. Real intimacy in general is something he tries to avoid (partially because he knows he'll probably shatter if he thinks about it), but he needs it desperately.
ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.
Dragula is smoke and mirrors. His mind has been fractured in the net so he's sort of scattered at best and a little insane at worst. Everything in his head essentially got scooped out and turned around, and also there might be some other old ghosts roaming around in there too that he can't control. He used to be full of courage and fight and determination, but he's Tired now, and unsatisfied and looking for any kind of meaning he can find. He can be obsessive, and equally fascinated in other people; what makes them tick? What makes them not tick? He might look calm and even-tempered on the outside but there are so many things happening behind those eyes, most of which you probably don't want to know about.
More fallout from the James Somerton debacle; local person reluctant to respond to a post about the racism of disco revival because most of their argument revolves around anecdotal or observational evidence and they're too eepy to collect citable sources
I'm guessing you're referring to the deleted scene where Gwen and Miguel talk about how Hobie quit/took time off:
Since it's a deleted scene it should be taken with a grain of salt but since nothing they say here actually contradicts anything that happens in the movie (and I find it fitting for Hobie's character to abandon the spider-society while still looking out for Gwen) then I personally headcanon that something similar at least happened prior to his introduction in the movie.
When you say he was inactive I guess you mean in the spider-society (English isn't my first language so please let me know if I misunderstand/misinterpret anything you said! I'm not trying to put words in your mouth I'm just trying to show how I understand what you're writing but please correct me if I'm wrong <3).But yeah, it would make sense that he was still somewhat part of the spider-society since he's still wearing their watch when he makes his entrance:
(Also did you know that Hobie is the ONLY spider-person that wears his watch upside down??? I didn't before I was getting screenshots for this post lol, here is a screenshot that better shows it compared to Gwen:)
(ALso he's NOT wearing any watch in his introduction scene:)
(Just a fun fact I wanted to share)
About the portals:You make a good point here! We never see the portal Hobie appears from when he enters:
"If anything, he's running in from some place else. And we never see if the portal he comes from is HQ issued, or one of his."This is really interesting, cause at one point I thought he'd just use the HQ portal, but if that's the case then why:
1. don't we see him enter?
2. Is he running like he came from somewhere else? Like you said the watches are pretty precise and put people close to where they need to be.
This made me think that maybe he used one of his own watches (since I think he'd already made some at this point). BUT if that's the case then again:
We should still see him enter right?
If he appeared nearby we should see the effect his watches have on their nearby surroundings like we see when Gwen uses hers:
Maybe he just didn't want the HQ to figure out that he'd made his own watches yet, or maybe LYLA would be able to track him if he used the HQ watch so he used his own one instead and either:
Used it to end up far away from the others as he knew they'd all be able to see the effect his watches have on their surroundings and since Miguel apparently has everyone under constant surveillance he'd be able to figure out that Hobie was planning something behind the scenes. When he got there he then put on his HQ watch (which he hadn't been wearing since LYLA haven't been able to track him, according to the deleted scene at least) to cover up the fact that he made his own.
He used his own watch but it's not as precise and that would also explain why he had to run to get to the others. (Though it seems pretty precise when Gwen is using hers later)
Maybe he was already in Pav's dimension. This might explain why Pav asks if Miles knows about Hobie? But then again why does Pav greet him like he didn't know he was there (and also why didn't Hobie join Pav and the others sooner if that was the case)? In a way it would make sense for Hobie to hide in Pav's dimension if he's hiding from the spider-society and LYLA as hinted at in the deleted scene (which might not be canon though!), so maybe he hid there without Pav even knowing? And then he maybe saw/sensed what was going on with the gang fighting The Spot?
Cause yeah how did Hobie know they needed his help at Alchemax?
As you said, Gwen seems happy/surprised to see Hobie.The deleted scene tells us that Hobie gave her a way to contact him, so maybe she did and she's just happy to see him and maybe suprised he arrived so soon after she reached out? (Though idk when she would have done that, but since we don't know what means Hobie gave her to contact him we also don't know what to look for, for all we know it could've been a small device that just sends some kind of signal to him?)I don't think HQ contacted him either. BUT, we actually see Jess and Gwen talk briefly for like 2 seconds when they're trying to break the barrier at Alchemax:
So I guess another explanation could be that Jess could tell that Gwen was lying here and thus asked Hobie to go help her out as she knew he was looking out for Gwen?
But if Hobie was hiding from HQ then how did they contact him? But that's also only if you consider the deleted scene as canon. (though I don't think Jess contacting Hobie is the case but I'm just writing every theory I can come up with in case anyone wants to maybe look deeper into it).
For the moment I personally headcanon that Hobie either got a message from Gwen somehow or, like I theorised earlier, he was already nearby and his spider-sense alerted him to what was going on.
But I'd LOVE to hear what you or anyone else thinks <3
Once again thank you so much for your ask, I hope I answered it properly. Please let me know if there's something I missed or got wrong! And feel free to message me about Hobie (or atsv in general) I love asks like these as they make for a lot of fun speculation!
Also thank you so much if you read all of my ramblings!
classmate who told me that they thought i might be a poser bc i wore "too much black" a couple weeks ago told me this week, slightly horrified, that they thought i might be "kind of a dark person" after i delightedly scrolled through stick figure violence images to show them + our other group member. no matter what at least i am still fucked up and strange in the eyes of normal people...
you weren’t sure what it was but you had been craving intimacy from könig far more than usual. he had always been so affectionate with you but right now it felt that everyone was pulling you two apart. your lives dragging the two of you in different directions and it was driving you wild.
if könig noticed how overly affectionate you had been, he didn’t mention it. tonight was a rare occasion where the both of you had off. slipping into the covers together and he was fast asleep. but your mind wouldn’t shut off.
you tossed and turned, until you settled on watching könig sleep. your eyes taking in the strong muscles of his arms and back, and all the scars that had littered his body.
you tried to suppress the lewd thoughts running through your mind, but felt the familiar ache between your thighs begin to form. you inched closer to him, trying to squirm your way under him to be closer. a small grunt left his mouth as he turned to look at you. his eyes filled with exhaustion and voice thick with sleep. “leibling, are you alright?”
you only gave him a short hum, still trying to weasel your way under him. his massive hands gripped at your waist to stop you, frowning gently at you. “you’ve been tossing and turning all night. what’s wrong?”
your eyes watered softly at his tone of voice, it was so soft and confused, or maybe it was the question itself but your face buried itself into his neck before he could stop you.
könig was quick to sit up, wrapping his arms around you to bring you with him. “engel, talk to me. please.”
his fingers ran through your hair, trying to comfort you as he pressed his lips to your shoulder. pressing soft kisses but his stubble gently scratching against your skin had shivers running down your back.
“i just miss you. miss being close to you.”
his hands had made their way to your waist as he gently squeezed them. his lips trailing over your neck, nipping gently before making his way to your lips. “you want to be close to me, leibling? you’re already sitting on my lap.”
you frowned up at him, “wanna be closer.”
his fingers gently tightened around your hips, “yeah?”
you answered him with a short nod and he kissed you desperately. his tongue making its way into your mouth as he raised your hips.
roughly tugging on his boxers after removing your panties. your eyes were glued to the way his fingers wrapped around his cock.
he gave a few soft tugs and he hardened up instantly, gently bringing your hips down again.
the head of his cock running through your folds and tapping against your pulsing clit a few times. your face flushed as you whined out his name, “könig-”
he lined himself up with your entrance, sinking you down slowly onto his length. “oh, fuck.”
you were breathless by the time you had fully sank down onto him. könig’s hands making their way down your spine to pull you closer. “so warm, schatz. you feel so good.”
your face tucked into his neck once more as he maneuvered the two of you down. your chest flush again his, using his collar bone as your pillow with his cock fully sheathed inside of you. you felt so full, so connected and the tension in your body eased away.
your eyes began to grow heavy, your breathing sinking up with könig’s as his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.
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