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taylortruther · 2 years

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One thing I'll admit to being surprised on with this album is the (sort of) anti-marriage messaging. Normally that wouldn't surprise me about anyone - I mean who cares if a woman wants to get married or not!! - but with Taylor, who wrote so much about fairytales and marriage in her previous discography, it honestly does surprise me that it seems that marriage is no longer something she's interested in. Bejeweled video seemed to nail the message home.

i think it's less anti-marriage, and more anti-the expectation that a lot of women modern generations (myself included) struggle with--this idea that, as a woman, you are expected to get married, have babies, etc. and how that often means, even for superstar celebrities, that you are also expected to prioritize that and put your own ambitions and life on hold.

i'm still working through my thoughts on this, but i think paper rings, peace, ttds, champagne problems, and several songs on midnights now, express 1) a deep love for joe that doesn't require marriage, because it's just paper, 2) a bittersweet reflection on how she wasn't able to experience a "normal" traditional life--she chose her own ambition, and now can never have that again because of that ambition/her fame.

we know she feels her childhood was pretty idyllic, and that she longs to return to it (christmas tree farm.) we also know she feels some resentment and fear about whether she can provide anyone in her life normalcy and security (peace, the infamous "no one's going to sign up for this" interview quote, what she said to aaron about the elephant in the room during the long pond sessions.) she feels very proud of her success ("i am a rich man" quote in the yntcd mv) and doesn't want to dim her shine or make herself smaller for anyone ever again (i did something bad.)

the message i'm hearing from her is that marriage isn't the end-all be-all, and tbh i don't think any reasonable fans on here were suggesting it was. it was something she wanted for a long time (in her art) because she thought that was the pinnacle of love and romance, but as she got older, life/reality/ambition/etc. showed her that's not really the case.

so to me she's not someone who doesn't want to get married, it's just not the pinnacle of personal success for her, and she resents the implication that it should be. not only is it deeply offensive to imply that she will only be a real woman (to refer to that vulture piece) or truly "successful" when she becomes a wife and mother... but it's not how taylor sees herself. her ambitions are larger than being a wife and mother.

could marriage and motherhood still be part of her life? i think so. but it's insulting to suggest that her artistic and other personal ambitions should be secondary.

#bejeweled mv #peace #idsb #paper rings #marriage theme #marriage #parallels #writing paragraphs about taylor swift #lavender haze #theme: marriage

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quottakes · 1 year

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Your Body is Not Your Body, a weird horror anthology from Tenebrous Press, excerpt from Playing House by Ziggy Schutz

#your body is not your body #playing house #ziggy schutz #theme: marriage #theme: cooking #short stories #words

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seasunandstar · 10 months

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Questions About the Wife

I’m having trouble understanding the wife. The wife seems like she is only there as a foil to your actions. I want to know how the wife feels when you drag her and your son down into the basement to start a new religion. The religion has something to do with cowering before a force greater than yourself and then being buried alive. I want to know how the wife behaves in small, enclosed spaces: if she is trying to comfort your son by telling him Daddy likes to play funny games, or if she is already visualizing herself walking into a women’s shelter, your son on her back and maybe, because this is a fantasy, she carries a burning torch, like an angry villager, or a goddess. Does the wife merit any revenge after you weed whack the coffee table? Does she agree with you that the coffee table is yours to destroy because you built it? What has she built in the house that is hers to destroy? What kind of childhood has the wife endured that allows her to understand you? In her past life or lives, was the wife ever a shepherdess? Does she see you as a sort of Pan, goatish, and pricked by ticks, but also very well-endowed? When the wife transforms into a tree can she still think or is she just a green haze inside, an idea of growing? I would like to see the wife peel off that bark, leaving only enough for modesty’s sake, although as this is your poem, we can take a bit more off. I want to see her uproot herself, pick up the house and shake it. How many people fall out? The wife has something about her the Germans would call unheimlich. I sometimes catch a glimpse of the wife out of the corner of my eye but then I look away. I cannot look directly at the wife. The wife is a conflagration of everything dear. I wonder sometimes if she is faking; There is a certain note she holds too long so the orgasm is more operatic, less genuine. When she cries, Oh my God, really, she should stutter. Let’s say the wife wakes up in the morning. You have already made breakfast. Does your kindness feel oppressive? Does she want to take your weed whacker through the house? Has she ever, in a fit of anger, destroyed your pornography? When you found a picture of the wife online with a foreign handprint smacked red on her ass, how quickly did your shock turn to arousal? Are you aware the wife is breaking down in public places, and sometimes cannot move for thirty minutes? Sometimes her arm goes entirely numb from the shoulder down. I think the wife might need some fine-tuning, some elbow grease, some wrenching apart, and then reassembling.

-- Rebecca Hazelton

#poetry #rebecca hazelton #theme: women #theme: feminism #theme: marriage #theme: writing

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thegoatsongs · 8 months

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The Spectator [19th century British magazine] thought that while Stoker made admirable use of “vampirology,” the story might have been better had it been set in an earlier period. “The up-to-dateness of the book—the phonograph, diaries, typewriters, and so on—hardly fits in with the mediaeval methods which ultimately secure the victory for Count Dracula’s foes.”

On the subject that contemporaries thought that Dracula was too up-to-date for a vampire story.

Needless to say, the reviewer missed the whole point.

#it was perhaps one of the Themes #the marriage of the medieval and the future #dracula daily #dracula #re: dracula #dracula spoilers #dracula daily spoilers

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ctkira · 1 month

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outfit swap

pixal -> cyrus

nya -> kai

#ninjago #samuraishipping #pixal borg #nya ninjago #ostensibly a suit themed outfit swap but gay marriage if you squint really really hard #this also started as just a pixal pic but i have an agenda. you understand #june's art

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months

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Turtle Takedown Teamwork.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #tulu xuanwu #Something about changing the action sequence to something gentle is hilarious to me.#The lesson here is “Be nice to turtles. They are gentle creatures. And many are very endangered.”#don't get me wrong here; I love this scene a lot. LWJ's string technique is one of my favoyrite things.#We do get a fair amount of LWJ fighting but I always loved how the theme of strings comes into play.#There is actually a lot to unpack with LWJ being associate with 'strings'.#The musicianship: Of dedication and rigor in one's practice.#The tension between following along a path or composing your own way forwards (playing what has been written vs composing)#A string is a tightly coiled/taunt entity; The same tension that makes it sing so beautifully can be it's downfall if pushed too hard.#And as a non-musical string - something that binds. Be it to his sect and family or how he binds his fate to WWX -#LWJ cannot exist without his binds. It is not something which ties him down though. It keeps him together.#And he himself *is* a bind. He 'ties wwx down' in ways that are initially negatively viewed ('come to gusu' - feels like: come be trapped)#But later it is shown how (despite being introduced as a free spirit) WWX truly wants to be bound to something and someone.#Marriage is a bind he wants. He wants to be tied and grounded by LWJ.#It's starting to sound like innuendo. Let's call his fondness for being literally tied up smart thematic writing.#Finally. Sex scenes that are important to the plot and characters

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yurmomsawh0r · 1 year

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Taming His Beast

Synopsis - Teaching your new barbarian husband how to be gentle.

Cw: Rough sex, biting, power exchange, creampie, pet names, Baki being a little mean, slow sex, getting caught (squint), reader on top

Hi everyone! Todays story was inspired by Zoey Dravens Horde Kings series and I thought Baki would be perfect for it! Please enjoy!

*All characters are over the age of 18+*

“Ahh!” I ragged moan escaped my lips once again. On an endless loop, he ripped them from me with his powerful thrust. He was a beast. A monster that brought my body to new heights again and again and again.

I couldn’t take anymore as he used my arms against me. Securing them behind my back with his one hand. Pulling me back against him only to buck his hips into me harder than last. I felt it. Another bubbling orgasm that was about to surface. “Yess. . . “ He groaned out.

“I feel you clenching around me little beauty” He whispered in our tent. “Give it to me” He said again. The dark tone in his voice was so primal, it made my heat hotter and my walls grip him tighter. I heard him moan a little. I felt him everywhere.

His breath on my back, his hands now roaming up and down my body, his cock deep inside me — rubbing my walls in a way I never knew a man could. It felt amazing as always but it left me aching afterwards. By now I had learned that my new husband liked to fuck, and he fucked hard. “Cum for me little beauty!” He thrusted harder and the damn in me broke, hopefully for the last time of the night.

“Fuck!” I was a moaning mess. His cock started to feel bigger and his pace started to fall. He was about to cum. No doubt in me. He was ravenous yes, but for some reason his seed filling me made him feral. Primal even. He always looked at me afterwards with such a possessive look in his eyes.

Like I was his prize and no one was allowed to see.

“Yes! Yesss!” Calling out as I felt my insides gush around him making him still, shooting his load into me. The warmth coated my insides, filling me up and sliding out when no more could hold inside. Both of us spent and slumped over on his king size bed. Lush furs tickling our flesh.

He was still seethed inside me. Throbbing ever so slightly. The intense heat from his body blanketed mine from the slight breeze that made its way in our tent. I knew I would be in pain once I awaken from the slumber I felt looming over me. Like a thick fog waiting to collapse.

Soon, that looming fog started to descend upon me. My mind drifting and my eyes fluttered shut. I felt a gentle touch. A soft caress to my small cheek. So soft that I had thought I imagined it.

When I had awoken, I was alone. Of course I was. He seemed to always be gone by the crack of dawn. Like he wanted to avoid me. I shifted slightly. The agonizing throb between my legs evident. My handmaidens must have heard me get up because the flaps to our tent opened and they rushed inside.

“Morning my lady.” They said in unison. It was odd, but I didn’t mind. Giving them a greeting in return, I forced myself up and out of the bed. “Would you like some salve my lady?” One of them spoke. I walked over to the basin full of steaming water. As I stepped in, a deep sigh had left from my lips the deeper I went in. “Yes please. After my bath.” No doubt they all had heard me last night. Baki did not take it easy on me. He was angry about something, but he seemed to calm down after we had sex. I can still remember the way he came in. No greeting me as he grabbed my upper arm and threw me on the bed. I remember feeling him gripping my hips and flipping me over so he could take me from behind.

After my soak, they dressed me in fine silk garments and placed my hair into a ponytail braid. I wasn’t used to being catered like this. My family always treated me like I wasn’t one of them. An expendable they could used whenever they wished.

I wonder if that’s how it would be here. Only useful when my husband needed to dump his load. I wondered if we would ever have any type of relationship at all…

The least he could do for me is be gentle. At least some of the time, but it was like he didn’t have a gentle bone in his body. Even as I begged him to slow down, it always fell on deaf ears. But not tonight. Surely he would want to have sex again but this time we will do things my way.

I turned to my handmaidens. “May I ask you something?” I waited for a response. “Of course my lady. What would you like to ask.” Daila spoke.

She seemed to be the oldest of the two so I asked her instead of her sister Mina. “How do you make a male. . . be soft for you?” I asked. Although I was a little to shy to ask what my question directly.

“What do you mean my lady?” I huffed. My cheeks felt hot. “You know. . Like how do I make Lord Hanma more. . . gentle. . . I’m bed.”

At the end of my words I felt my body heat up with embarrassment. I wasn’t experienced with dealing with men and that was already an embarrassment in itself. My handmaidens laughed. I looked to them with a slight playful glare.

“I’m sorry my lady, it’s just it isn’t often we have these types of conversations, but our Lord has always been, well rough. With everything he does. Honestly. He might not even know how to be gentle.”

I plucked some dried meat and took a bite listening to her words. “But men are simple my lady. They may like being in charge, but with some ‘encouragement’ any man can fall.”

“What do you mean?” She giggled again. “Get him on his back my lady. The rest will be easy. And I promise he will like it.” . . . .

Time flew by that day. Night had fallen and my husband would be here soon. I had drank myself two full cups of wine, and already, I felt myself loosen up. Tonight would be the night.

The tent flaps opened and the smell of husky male filled my nose. The hairs on my skin stood at attention and my heart beat faster than ever.

He stood tall and proud. His muscular body always did something to mine. It’s like my body knew that he owned it. As if our bodies called to each other. Constantly.

His eyes met mine, and I could see his iris flare. He looked upset when he first stepped in, but now, he looked wild. Untamed with lust. He stalked toward the steaming tub, undressing quickly before stepping in.

His cock already starting to rise and it bobbed and swayed with his movements. Just the shear size of it had me gulping. It was unbelievable that that was inside of me. Caressing me from the inside.

“I can smell your desire little beauty. Come here” he called out to me. Never breaking our eye contact. Carefully, I stood and made my way over to the side of the tub. “Would you like me to wash you my lord?”

He huffed. His body going rigid. His cock throb just above the water. “If you wish is my wife. I will not stop you.”

I grabbed the wash rag and lathered it with the oils given to us. With soft movements. I washed him. Caressed him in ways that I knew he liked. Thanks to the help of Daila, I had learned the quick art of seduction.

As I reached over to wash his hard length, I felt the sheer dress stick to my body from the water. My breast were on full display for his pleasure. Bake had no shame in staring at him. Even if it made me uncomfortable, nervous or even lust filled. I was his wife, and as he put it before. He could do what he pleased.

I gripped the base of his shaft with the rag and drew a long tug upwards on it. A growl escaped my husbands lips as I did it again and again and again, until his length was full on hard and hot.

A gasp left me as he gripped my sheer dress and yanked it from my body. The tattered rags fell from my body and instantly, I was exposed.

His hand caressed my bottom before he went to my most softest place. “Well little beauty. Are you wet from just washing me? It seems so.” I couldn’t help but moan when he rubbing circles on my clit. My body moving on its own to grind into him.

Suddenly he stood from the bath, grabbing me into his arms and taking us straight to our bed. He laid me down and went to dive in between my legs, but I pushed him away. His brows creased. “I do not have time for your stubborn games tonight, do not try to stop me now.” He spoke. Again he tried to pull my flesh against his, only to be stopped a second time.

Quickly I sat up. Placing my hands on his face before drawing his lips to mine. I could already see the fight in his eyes dwindling. Our lips melted together in a slow dance. His tongue brushing against my lips asking for access to which I gave. I sucked on the tip of his tongue and like the wild man he was, he gripped my backside roughly.

Slowly, while he was distracted, I pushed him down onto the furs. Straddling his rock hard body. My cunt dripping with need. A gentle need.

Reaching behind me, I gripped him in my hand and stroking ever so slowly. He hissed. “Little beauty…” he called out a warning by saying my pet meals. “Have patience my lord.” I said softly as I stroked him again. A bead of his seed falling onto my hand.

Lifting myself slightly, I positioned us so that the head of his cock lined with my opening. His hands flew to my sides, trying to roughly pull me down, but I stopped him. I gripped his hands in mine and removed them from me. “What are you doing wife. I told you. No games.”

“I am not playing games your highness. I’m just being gentle.” He narrowed his brown eyes at me but relaxed his hold on me.

I stared into his eyes as I slid down on him. Both of us releasing a gasp once he touched my back wall. Placing my hands on his chest, I slowly slid up and back down. A loop I continued until I found a good rhythm. “Ah. ..” I moaned. Baki started to thrust upwards ever so softly. Matching my pace.

Although I felt full and slight pain from him hitting my cervix, I felt alive. Powerful even. He gripped my breast gently and played with my nipples till they peaked.

I think he was starting to realize this was something I liked. My big bulky husband being gentle, and for my eyes only. “Do you like when I play with you breast little beauty?” He asked me. His voice deep and lulling me into him further. My hips started to grind a little faster as I felt my peak nearing. “Yes, I do. I love it!” He took one into his mouth. Pulling and tugging gently with his teeth and lapping them with his tongue.

“Oh gods!” I moaned louder. My insides clenched around him and I heard him suck in air. I rocked back and forth, chasing my orgasm that was so, so close.

“Are you going to cum for me little beauty?” He asked me. His hands now on my ass. Spreading me even more. “Yess my lord!”

“Then cum for me. .” And I did. Just freely falling over the edge of pleasure. “Ohhh fucck!” I collapsed on his chest, allowing him to take over and thrust into me as his pleased. Taking me, fucking me into my next orgasm and to his.

My juices spraying all over his shaft.

He roared fiercely, stilling himself as his seed shot into me. Coating me deliciously. He rocked me against his body, chasing the last of our orgasms. The last of his seed falling into my womb.

We laid there for a while until our breaths evened out. He rubbed my back with his rough calloused hands, but I loved them on me. They felt warm and safe.

“You will be the death of me little beauty. But it will be an honorable death.”

As I drifted off, I felt him place a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“Sleep little one.”

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“The Boy Next Door” 💓

#baki hanma #baki x reader #smut #anime smut #mature themes #read #jjk angst #arranged marriage #anime x you #baki hanma smut #kny x reader #jjk #anime

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notmoreflippingelves · 11 days

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Actually going insane over the implications of Jason asking Dick to be the Robin to his Batman in Battle for the Cowl.

Like I initially took it at the purely surface-level of Jason wanting a partner in the general sense. Which made sense, it's a huge responsibility and a lonely one so an assistant/sidekick/partner seems a no-brainer if you can get one.

But then I really thought about it, because Jason is not asking Dick to be his partner in the general sense; he's not even asking Dick to be his Nightwing. He's asking Dick to be his Robin.

And they both know exactly what Jason means: "Be the light to my darkness. Be the smile to my scowl. Be the hope to my fear. "

He's saying "Be 'Robin'; be the embodiment of Love and Justice and Goodness. Be the exceptional person that you have always been. Be the slightly-less exceptional person that I was when I wore your colors. Be the person that I was in the process of becoming and might have been (or might still be), if only Joker hadn't clipped my wings."

He's saying "I am prepared to become vengeance, become the Night. And I will go further than Bruce ever dared to, because it is what is needed. I will be the necessary evil. But you don't have to be. If Batman is Gotham's curse, Robin has always been its blessing. I will be the brutal punishment to our world, and I am asking you to be its incandescent gift."

He's saying, "Be for me, what we were for Him. Be my anchor, my comfort, my hope. Remind me what it's all for, why it's all worth it. And remind yourself as well."

He's saying "Be 'Robin' again--for both of our sakes."

#dick grayson #jason todd #battle for the cowl #jaydick #dickjay #kinda but also not kinda #batman #dcu #otp: be my robin #'we can rule together as just it always should've been with you as my guiding light and conscience'#is that not in essence; a sort of marriage proposal ?#well no but it's not NOT one either if you catch my drift #i should note that i haven't actually read bftc yet and i know it's considered controversial/bad #and considered ooc for pretty much everyone #so i am not even sure if I will like it #but i am still planning on reading it for the jaydick crumbs #and b/c i am using it and knightfall as the primary inspo for my krisnix au #apparently jason does ask tim to be his robin first and that's interesting as well #but honestly a little less powerful/interesting to me at least since jaytim just doesn't interest me as much as jaydick #and honestly i've looked at the panels and it seems a little more genuine when jason asks dick idk #more like 'last chance; i'll let you live if you join me' for tim vs. 'join me because this feels right' for dick #and honestly even with clumsy execution; just the narrative and emotional richness of this scene is still making me absolutely feral #this arc could be complete trash in any and every other way but if it gives me THEMES; i will forgive anything #it's the former english major occupational hazard #*apollo justice voice *: I'M FINE #(narrator voice: she was not in fact fine)

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Halloween prompts no 28

Danny dropped his pencil when the door slammed open and a very angry vigilante pointed a finger at him, "YOU!"

The class around him started to chatter, wondering what was happening.

Voice raising an octave he answered dumbly, "Me?!"

"You didn't show up for the wedding!"

If the room full of teenagers were curious before they were nearly howling now. Fenton of all people is dating a potential superhero?! Marrying even?!

Standing up from his seat he grabbed his backpack, "I never agreed to the wedding!"

"Yes you did! I asked for your hand and you agreed!"

Danny thought back to when he and Robin first fought and he barely managed to hold his own, "I thought you were helping me up!"

"You will wed me as you agreed! Even if I have to challenge you for it!" Uh oh. Quick Fenton come up with something or you're gonna be a Wayne soon.

"Forced marriage is illegal in America!" Really brain? That's what you came up with???

"Then we will have the wedding in 'Eth Alth'eban!" Danny didn't even know what that was.

"Thats not the point!" Danny was acutely aware of all the eyes in the room, even Mr. Lancer seemed thoroughly enthralled by the scene that was unfolding. Which is just another reason why he needed to escape. He opened the window he had been edging toward since the start of this argument and flung himself out of it, ignoring the horrified screams of his classmates. He landed two stories down in the flowerbed and ran towards the football fields. Damian knew about Dannys powers, but that didn't mean he couldn't be deceived.

Damian followed after soon enough, leaving the class to explode with theories as to whats happening. Mr. Lancer took this moment to get back to what he was teaching by connecting it to what just happened and making them write a "short" story of a minimum 5 pages of what they thought happened here.

In reality Mr Lancer was an English literature major. Loving a good story came with the territory and oh boy did he need to know this story. Even if it was essentially just fanfiction from his students.

Theories run rampant throughout the school about what the truth was. Paulina even goes on a mushy gushy speel about The hero perhaps being a prince (technically true) that fell in love with Fenton (true), got Fenton to accidentally agree to a marriage proposal (true) and followed him here from his homeland to pursue his hand in marriage (also true)

The fact that Danny was constantly forced to use his powers in human form while being chased by his "fiance" was setting off every upgraded ghost alarm they came near, leading everyone to think Robin was a ghost. (Not true)

The Fenton parents go nuts when they find out a "ghost prince/ghost superhero no 2" was chasing thier son around and went to rescue him. Danny threatens to never forgive Robin if he kills his parents so birdy has to hold back.

Danny gets trapped in a ghost cage for a while as Fenton for his own good, gets told off by his parents as Phantom telling him they don't have time for him right now. Danny is both touched and offended. Even as thier top priority he's thrown onto the backburner. The chase ends with Robin carrying an unconscious Danny in a bridal carry into the Fenton portal while the camera in the lab livestreams it for all to see courtesy of a few tech nerds hacking

Tucker and Sam had been running interference all day and were exhausted. They were lucky Dannys secret was still safe.

Aka: Dannys Unfortunate Supernatural Romance from the Perspective of his Classmates

Do they follow them through the portal? Yes, but they have to corner Jazz, Sam and Tucker into letting them into the spector speeder under threat of snitching.

No one is allowed to ask why they're following a boomerang through the undead dimension.

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