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inkskinned · 2 years

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Genuine question, because I don't know a lot about the topic and you're:

If someone identifies as non-binary and genderfluid, which from what I've gathered means something like "human" instead of male or female, doesn't that imply that women are not humans , like whole complete people with richer inner lives? And why is a dislike for (performative) femininity combined with a preference for things that are stereotypically associated with maleness an indicator that one is genderfluid? Does that mean a woman is only a woman if she loves to do make-up, wants to be a mother, only wears skirts, dresses and high heels, shaves daily, is always kind and never angry, has long hair, hates to get dirty and so on? Because I have never met a woman who's exactly like that in my life, but plenty who liked gaming, sports, being loud, opposed to shaving & make-up, who wore pants every day.

I do not believe this is a genuine question, but I'll answer it as if it was, just in case other people have to deal with this, and would like someone who is patient enough to give them the words. The argument you're making here is something that already stems from a deep logical fallacy in the beginning argument. You assume "If you are neither A nor B, and instead C, you think that A cannot be C."

It is a logical fallacy to say "X implies Y" when it does not do so. By this logic, I also believe men are not human. By this logic, I believe only nb people are human.

Some - but not all - rectangles are squares. Some - but not all - animals are dogs. Some humans are nb.

I have given no information about how I present, nor my interests. I am not going to give you that information, because it's irrelevant. What I need you to understand is that, again, you are making the incorrect logical assumption that "If a person dislikes X and likes Y, they must be Z." For all you know, I dislike performative masculinity and like stereotypically feminine preferences.

You then assume your own statement is correct and move forward with your logic as if I had debated you. This is not a "genuine question" about how nb people work, this is assuming being nb is based on a series of preferences.

As a teacher, I do think it's important to tell you: even if this is coming from a genuinely confused place: you are conducting bad research. You begin with an inherently flawed question, as it biased and assumes a position I must defend against - "why don't you see women as people?" Then you make logical conclusions about my personhood and experiences and ask inflammatory questions as if you were debating me, which I am not interested in doing.

If you were my student, and genuinely curious about how nb people see gender, I'd have no trouble with you asking an out nb content creator. If you're really trying to collect information, ask honestly, without personal bias. Here's some examples of what a genuine question would have looked like: - Do your preferences play into your gender identity? - How has being nb informed how you see femininity and masculinity? - What tools do you use to express your gender?

You are mistaking gender expression and gender roles as being part of my identity.

You are most crucially mistaking being nonbinary as being part of the binary and having to exist "in opposition" to other genders in order for it to "make sense". One of the most freeing things about realizing I was nb is that I don't exist in opposition to anything - and also that all gender works similarly.

Gender is a describing word, and this can be confusing for some people. In general, we tend to learn describing words in binary - short/tall, old/young, kind/mean. Therefore, there are (many) people who think - feminine/masculine must be oppositional. Gender is also a feeling word - and again, these are words that can be taught in opposition to each other. Hungry/sated, happy/sad, feminine/masculine.

But because gender is such a rare type of word - feeling and describing - it exists outside of binary. It exists more like art exists.

Green can exist in opposition to red, but it also just exists as its own color. Blue is a part of green, but it is also a part of yellow - blue is still its own color, and yellow is still its own color, and green is still its own color. One painting titled "still-life with fruit" may be a series of vague colors and boxes. Another may be a hyper-realistic singular plum. They are both how the artist expresses their personal vision of the fruit. They might even be by the same artist! And although we may compare them, they are not opposites.

One song by Hozier is not in opposition to one song by Britney Spears. They are different styles, not oppositional styles. You may choose to see them as oppositional - but that is your personal opinion, and not fact. And some people may feel and experience those songs as being actually incredibly in-line with each other.

This is why we say: gender is a spectrum. That all gender roles are made up. Personality, interests, and experiences may shape how someone sees and feels their gender, but it does not define how they see and feel their gender.

When we question gender roles and gender expression like this, it tends to make people upset. People like me tend to make people upset. So much bigotry is based on the lie that "feminine" and "masculine" are oppositional. Opposition is rigid and important - it keeps white hegemonic structures in power. I don't have time or space in this post to talk about how rigid gender roles/enforced gender expression rules are not just sexist but also racist, classist, ableist, homophobic, and bigoted; but I really recommend you do the research on how disruption of the gender binary might put the patriarchy at risk.

The thing you feel trapped by - that "being a woman" is a complicated series of rules - is exactly the kind of thing a nonbinary person would agree with you about. We have to fight hard to be recognized for what is a basic truth about our identity - of course we don't believe that gender expression is equivalent to gender identity.

And truth be told... I think you kind of knew that. I think you kind of knew all of this. I am going to hope that you are young. I'll tell you this: I was raised by someone who was a far-right extremist catholic asshole. I certainly didn't have the research/knowledge/exposure to interrogate this stuff honestly until I was probably 23.

I am so much happier now. I hope one day you get the same opportunities as I had. I hope you choose to move away from bigotry.

love u anyway. all this in kindness only.

#to be deleted #do i accidentally give my short lesson on gender here? yeah #<3 in this u can tell exactly the age that i taught for 15 years lmao #but also like.#yeah you got me.... i have never met a woman before and i totally think women are only fembots #meanwhile every person who has ever read my writing:#every 3rd week this bitch is on her bullshit about how unfair gender rules for women are #this is actually more to help other nb people whom i KNOW get questions like this #than it is to inform the anon #who like v clearly is not doing this in good faith #this is just like the 10th one i got like this #that first logical jump of - you think ur not male or female but human so therefore #women aren't people #was just SO wild .... like #yeah!!! that's totally a normal thing to assume!#do you think people who are like ''well yeah im from america #but i wouldnt consider myself to be from any particular state''#are actually saying ''i don't think states are american''#hell when i say #im cuban but i obvi grew up in america im just the daughter of an immigrant #nobody is like -- well. raquel. that means u think no americans live in cuba huh #anyway love u bye #okay to reblog #!!#love u

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compacflt · 7 months

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While I was reading your slider oneshot for the third time (sooooo good btw, i cant say enough how much i love your writing), I kept thinking about Ice and Sliders conversation about Carole-[“Me and Carole?” Ice said, thinking it over. He smiled his bitter, bashful smile— “Yeah, we might’ve worked out, once. I won’t get into the details. We tried it out. But I don’t think the timing was right.”]-What is Ice referencing here?? Is he referring to when Carole kissed him? Or did I miss something (entirely possible tbh)? I really felt like Mav when I read that scene ["What do Admiral Kazansky and Carole Bradshaw get up to when he doesn’t know about it?"]

The parallel of Mav being [redacted] with Goose and Carole liking/loving/pining for Ice. Wow! So deliciously complex. What an interesting little love square they have going on. Bradley and his four parents.

But man...Carole really is such a tragic figure in both canon and your fic. But I really really love the depth of emotion that you give her in the glimpses that we get. Her relationships with both Mav and Ice are so interesting and layered. They just feel very real. I really really loved the gimpse of her point of view you gave us in the Dad!Ice fic (the half empty box of cigarettes!! I still think about that)

this is such a sweet ask. thank you. yes he was referring to her kissing him (not really “trying it out,” to be fair, but he’s also trying to “prove” to slider that he’s still interested in women, so he’s using even the most tangential of evidence and holding it up like “see? See? not gonna give you all the details but Trust Me bro we tried it out😎”)

& also here’s from my notes in my printed-out copy of my fics from last OCTOBER (whoa). Referring to the scene in the hospital when Carole gives ice & maverick the instructions to pull Bradley’s USNA app & suggests she & ice have discussed it previously (they haven’t).

Carole is pretty much the only person who is around both Ice & mav enough to know the truth of who they are. (Slider also recognizes this— “ice let Carole Bradshaw see his happiness but not slider… :( que cruel”. And the whole “she is literally the only camera capturing icemav’s happiness on film for the historical record” section of slider

.) And Carole therefore is the only person to whom ice quite literally cannot deny that he & maverick are together, because she… has eyes. And is their best friend. and they’re raising her kid with her. So that sets her up as like a confessional character, in that ice HAS to be truthful with her in a way he isn’t with anyone else, including… his literal boyfriend maverick. so it’s a pretty easy leap for Maverick to be like, It’s a given that ice does not honestly want to be with me, a man -> but he is honest about his feelings with Carole, a woman who has expressed interest in him, behind my back (“what do admiral Kazansky & Carole Bradshaw get up to when he doesn’t know about it?”) -> Omg they’re having a heterosexual emotional affair. Which, like, they totally might be? which is why i keep going back to the *possibility* that they might have worked out once, had it not been for the simultaneous timing of ice falling in love with maverick, since ice is also Bradley’s no. 1 dad figure in my story. Which slider points out.

From a heterosexual family planning perspective, ice & Carole together just kinda makes sense. In a way that everyone in the story recognizes, for better or worse.

#ice as the responsible dad; Carole as the fun loving mom #like if they had ‘worked out’ everyone recognizes they’d be the perfect successful nuclear family with a good love story to boot #which is why it hurts maverick to be compared to that. to be reminded that Ice is only with him because he has to be.#so you get this kind of ‘man it’s a shame ice is gay’ feeling from Carole because she’s the perfect alternative #and when she dies ice has NO other option but maverick #he’s 43 years old & suddenly the woman who loves him whom he’s been keeping in his back pocket just in case… is dead #and maverick becomes his only realistic hope for companionship. doors closing one by one. getting shut into this life he didn’t want.#which is what is hopefully represented in the rendition of the funeral scene in the slider one shot.#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun #edts notes #carole bradshaw #is icecarole even a ship? seems…#homophobic somehow #these are characters who exist as whole people in my head independent of my personal skill level in rendering them on the page #so im just gonna tell you what i was GOING for lmfao #‘here’s how i MEANT to write it’#‘here’s how i WOULDVE written it if i were being a little more intentional & wasnt speedrunning my first draft in 13 days’

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trabandovidas · 1 month

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Favourite thing to do as a human is picking foreign money from the floor, looking for where it is from, and then finding someone from the money's country and giving it to them just because I can

it achieves absolutely nothing but get people a little bit excited for a few seconds and sometimes it gets me stories about their country or their immigration journey or about their family back home or whatever, so I do get a lot actually, I get the best part

#i once got promised (and delivered!) some chile candy from a young woman to whom i have like. 10 chilean pesos #which im sure is very very little money #but she promised to send it back home with some other stuff #and ask her family to get me some candies with that same money (and more obviously) for giving her a little bit of her country to her #apparently she was having some trouble dealing with nostalgia at the moment and that coin made her day bc we were practically strangers tbh #and she never expected sth like that #and i was just like #eh the coin is useless for me anyway ??#but it was nice #i can get the sentiment #and hey i got free candy!

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latenightsinpemberley · 3 months

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not one of my female co-workers glamorising sharia law countries bc she's dating an arab man. that just so happens to come from a filthy rich family 🙄

#having to defend the statement that saudi arabia is hell for women bc “maybe you're just prejudiced! you don't know how people live there!#how about we respect other cultures!” wasn't on my 2024 bingo card #sister. women arent legally allowed to leave the country without their male guardians permission what on earth are you talking about #insane to me how ppl genuinely believe it's a sign of respect to a group of people to justify brutal misogyny under the guise of culture.#respect for whom? surely not the average woman who lives there #she actually used the arguments that many westerners move there and live in luxury #which i should count as a point in saudi arabia’s favour i guess?? since i hold morally bankrupt western males eager to disregard women's #and gay people's rights if it means they can make blood monry off the backs of exploited people??#in such high regard??

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snekdood · 4 months

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me when its an aesthetic pic with a skinny tall white woman: 😒🙄😴

me when its literally any other type of woman or a woman with only one or two of the above traits: 😍🥰😊

#the bar is so low #short chubby white women? love em #chubby tall women? love them #skinny woc? love them #hell i would take a skinny tall woc over these boring ass eurocentric ass white women whom prolly only white supremacists like #notice how i have like 0 skinny tall white women ocs 😭 lmaooooo. i wasnt even trying to do that my soul just always hated it #like ooo you look like every other woman on a magazine 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱 bye rebecky i am BORED #be short AT LEAST. or CHUBBY. or MUSCLEY. SOMETHING!!! GIVE ME SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!!#you could at least be goth or something. SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#conventional eurocentric beauty lookin ass #its the tradwife lady types. or trad adjacent women. i am tired. you could at least be masc or something. something!! im begging you !!#be different from what society wants from you in SOME WAY! PLEASE! DEAR GOD!!

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the-cat-at-the-theatre-door · 2 years

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When it comes to Grizabella, I am extremely anti-vilification of her character, but I am also extremely anti-"uwu baby did nothing wrong"-ification of her character.

#Over the years I feel like Fandom just have had a *really*#tough time treating grizabella as 'human' character #it's either she's this irredeemable monster or she's the broken woman whom all the cats hate for absolutely no reason! poor baby!#like no #the point of this narrative is that both parties did or continue to do things that are wrong towards one another #it's about perception and rumour and betrayal #while also being about selfishness and pride being greedy all encompassing monsters #that can hurt the relationships with those around you #the macavity reading? garbage - turns her into this somehow betraying pariah but then simultaneously forgives others for the same thing #but then you say but oh jemi that's a commentary on how society treats older women - yes you are correct!#too bad she isn't portrayed as older anymore !!!#that strips that meaning right away #women can be complex too yknow - women can be simultaneously hurt from betrayal but also have been the *cause* of their own hurt #anyway i feel like when the fandom talks misogyny they ignore grizabella which is kinda funny actually #considering that misses the whole point #extemporize back chat #anyway idk why i got riled up about grizabella

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variousqueerthings · 10 months

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who's the black dwncompanion???? i'm genuinely curious bc i've only seen pics/news about that blonde girl that looks vaguely like rose

i didn't seeya there. yeah, I got corrected, yasmin finney is playing rose tyler (in some way, we shall seeee), so not the new companion. new companion is... yeah... looks vaguely like rose. lol

#dw #doctor who #i feel mean that i am less excited by this casting not just because trans recurring character in science fiction #is really what ought to happen in every sci fi show #but also yeah she does just kinda... look like rose.... which is immediately making me do comparisons to billie piper's performance #which isnt fair on the new actress #but also i dooo kinda wanna see more than *just* young kinda generically pretty white woman in nu!who #and i say this with the fact that donna was there bill was there + for all its other faults with chibnall's who-run the companions were lit #but i live in eternal worry youknow #of all tv and cinema being just a slew of interchangeably attractive people who are... fine......#THIS IS MEAN OF ME SHE'LL PROBABLY DO GREAT #I AM ROOTING FOR HER #IVE JUST BEEN SCARRED BY MOFFAT *ONLY THREE WOMEN EXIST* YOUNG WOMEN I WANNA FUCK - MOMMY-WOMEN I WANNA FUCK #AND MATRONLY WOMEN WHOM NOBODY WANTS TO FUCK AND EVERYONE IS KINDA MEAN TO #rtd is not moffat rtd is not moffat rtd is no-#(and hell moffat gave us bill bill was great)#(moffat figuring out lesbians exist and doing... okay on that front surprisingly -- considering his irene adler............)#pherre #🖤 asks

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mishkakagehishka · 1 year

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I also again dreamt that i was pregnant which was uhm stressful considering i had no idea who the father was. I guess that's what happens when you work on a text about teen pregnancy shortly before going to bed

#altho if i were to get pregnant now i'd manage to give birth as a non-teen. if i got the full 9mo anyway #well. in my dream for some reason i didn't wanna tell my parents and i was hiding it from them #which was interesting bc if there's one thing my mother has been encouraging since i was like 16 #it's ''you're at the right age to think ab having a child''#as in ma'am sent me off to uni and said ''if you get pregnant we'll help you with the baby so don't put it off just bc of uni if you feel #like it's the right time'' and. my most funniest interaction with her - ''you don't even have to stay with the father ditch him if you #don't like him enough to marry him'' this is the woman to whom i literally said i have no plans on sleeping with anyone unless i am 100%#certain marriage is happening . and the woman who responded to that with ''yeah you'll change your mind'' I WAS FOURTEEN #and i haven't for the record not even for religious reasons as much as bc i'm a hypochondriac and i have a hard time relaxing around other #people to the point that it's like. the only i'd be relaxed enough to sleep with someone is if we're close enough that marriage is alrd on #the table. so it's less waiting until marriage and more ''waiting until i'd trust this person with my life''

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tracfone · 2 years

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liquid smooth by mitski as chelldos song

thoughts? from the perspective of glados

I guess i can see it! It could be a song about glados being touch-starved & it's things she's thinking but not saying out loud

#chelldos #mitski song i feel is very chelldos is francis forever though this can apply to so many ships #'and i dont think i can stand to be/where you can't see me'#(even though she's the one sending her own love interest away....lol)#the comments for liquid smooth though when i looked it up seem to be saying this song is about objectification?#so you know i am just not sure #edit: ok i thought about it a little more actually and if we're running with this theme #yknow how glados's design is supposed to be a woman hanging upside down?#it could be about like. glados was built to be used. as a thing for other people #but here she's willingly offering herself up to chell #the person who isn't interested in using her like that but whom she loves and respects #using language about how other people see her and want to use her as sort of a bargaining point #bc she wants to be close to chell so bad but she doesn't know how to make her like her....OUGH #okay i see what you mean now. chewing on this

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perkeleen-lavellan · 1 year

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Loviatar brings Lempo's kids to Skyhold and Cassandra sees him greet them by hugging the shit out of these two 10-year-olds in front of everyone. While the boys look embarrassed and Theron whines "daaad!", they are also clearly about to burst into tears and it's obvious they missed each other a great deal. Cassandra looks on and feels uncomfortable.

Varric asks her, "Did you think he had no life outside of your Inquisition? Does it make you uncomfortable to see that there are people who missed him, who need him as much as we do?"

#listen i think cassandra who has no family she loves left besides an uncle with whom she's cold at best #and who is very much a woman with a cause #might have never considered that a non noble inquisitor has a family #who will be affected by the inquisition #hearing about clan lavellan is a distant thing #they don't seem relevant when everyone is focusing on saving the world #i just like the idea of cassandra getting this huge glimpse into lempo's private life all at once being a big shock to her #like that’s what finally humanizes him to her #he's usually somewhat distant with her so it's not like they've had much chance to get to know each other #lempo lavellan #loviatar lavellan #theron lavellan #tavun lavellan #cassandra pentaghast #dragon age #the inquisitor #dai #dragon age inquisition #lavellan #my characters

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eugeniedanglars · 2 years

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the universal (ex-)catholic family experience of having so many family members named mary that you lose track

#i have an aunt who’s one of about 17 marys on that side of the family #and her son is engaged to a woman named mary #and they’re having a baby girl and i just think they have the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever #this post brought to you by one of my other aunts telling me she has a set of cousins consisting of a mary and three boys #two of whom married women named mary

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empty-blog-for-lurking · 2 years

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Wow i love twinganes, by that i mean i love Kuron punching Shiro and cussing out the other paladins for their shit

(Plz read tags if you want more explanation)

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esleep · 7 months

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i actually do kinda like delivering groceries on the side because it gives me such a unique cross-section of the community. i never know whose groceries im shopping for until i finish the delivery and see them/their home and it's like it adds more detail to the picture of who they are. the baby supplies going to the apartment that i know for a fact is one bedroom (they'll be moving soon - i bet they're apartment hunting, i hope they find a place). the new cat litter box, bowl, and kitten food going to the house covered in "i <3 my dog" paraphernalia (a kitten definitely showed up on the porch recently and made itself at home). the fairly healthy boring grocery order that includes an incongruous tub of candy-filled ice cream going to the home of an elderly woman with toddler toys in the yard (it's clearly for her grandkids, whom she sees often).

shopping for someone else's groceries is a fairly intimate thing. i've bought condoms and pregnancy tests, allergy medicine and nyquil, baby benadryl and teething gel, a huge pile of veggies paired with an equally huge pile of junk food, tampons and shampoo and closet organizers and ant traps and deodorizing shoe inserts and a million other little things that tell a million different stories in their endless combinations. one time someone had me buy one single green bean. i messaged them to confirm that's actually what they wanted, and they said yes - neither of them liked green beans very much, but they had a baby they were introducing to solid foods, and they wanted to let him try one to see if he liked them. another time i had someone request 50 fresh roma tomatoes - not for a restaurant, but for a person in an apartment. the kitchen behind them smelled like basil and garlic when they opened the door. another time i brought groceries to three elderly blind women who share a house. that was one of the few times i have ever broken my rule and gone inside a place i've delivered to, because they asked if i could place the grocery bags in a specific location in the kitchen for them to work on unloading and there was no way i was going to refuse helping.

i gripe about the poor tippers, but people can also be incredibly kind. one time i took shelter from a sudden vicious hailstorm inside an older lady's home in a trailer park, while i was in the middle of delivering her groceries. we both huddled just inside the door, watching in shock as golf-ball-sized hail swept through for about five minutes and then disappeared. she handed me an extra $10 bill on my way out the door.

when covid was at its deadliest, people would leave extra (often lysol-scented) cash tips and thank-you notes for me taped to the door or partially under the mat. i especially loved the clearly kid-drawn thank you notes with marker renderings of blobby people in masks, or trees, or rainbows. in summer of 2020 i delivered to a nice older couple who lived outside of town in the hills, and they insisted i take a huge double handful of extra disposable gloves and masks to wear while shopping - those were hard to find in stores at the time, but they wanted me to have some of their supply and wouldn't take no for an answer.

anyway. all this to say people are mostly good, or at least trying to be, despite my complaints.

#long post

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ifeelfreewithoutmyshoes · 2 months

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I have a shitty professor and today it reached the boiling point - I was so fucking close to telling him off in class but made it to break 10 minutes later and packed my stuff and left

#then proceeded to almost yell about it in the hallway with my friend whom also left #and then spend fucking 50 minutes writing a page and a half critics for his evaluation #he straight up called another prof stupid #his own fucking colleague #his head is so far up his ass I can’t fucking take it anymore #I had already planned to leave the lecture if it turned out to only be on how to write an academic text in general #which I obviously knew how to do #but when he said that I was so close to just grabbing my stuff and leave right then and there #the fucking audacity #and that other professor is the sweetest woman on earth how dare he #he’s so fucking condescending and half his lectures are irrelevant and he spends so long preaching about how smart it is it makes him seem #so unreliable and removes all motivation I might have to do the course work #thank fucking god I only have two lectures with him next week #and I’ve already decided not to show up to those #if I need that info I’ll look it up or use his PowerPoints with voice overs most likely #hopefully he don’t have any stupid comments in those recordings…..#my friend was so nervous bc I was talking so loudly and I was like I don’t give a fuck #then I remembered other people have lectures and I would disturb them and I quited down but I almost wish he heard me #horrible guy -100/10 #me #uni life yay #my list of complaints was so fucking long I might just add that doc to the evaluation

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sttoru · 24 days

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sukunas fav concubine being bullied by the other concubines?? maybe they push her into the fountain 👀👀👀

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. being bullied because you’re sukuna’s favorite concubine is nothing out of the ordinary. when sukuna finally notices the harassment you’re going through, he doesn’t hold back.

wc. 2.2k-ish

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff, angst (hurt to comfort). heian era. bullying. one mention of d.ecapitation. vile language. reader gets called ‘brat’. beta reading? what’s that

“she’s got nothing going on for her,” “right? i don’t get what he sees in her,” “tch—he’s only using her for her body anyway,” “duhh. he can’t be pleased by her looks. i mean, she’s really ugly. i bet he thinks of her as just ‘nother hole to use. . .”

and the shushed gossips continue. the concubines hanging around the garden have noticed your arrival, though do nothing to stop badmouthing you. they couldn’t care less if you hear what they say.

you’re used to it by now. you’ve adjusted to this life of yours as one of sukuna’s concubines. his favourite at that—which automatically makes you a victim of verbal (and sometimes physical) harassment. the other women in the ruthless sorcerer’s harem can’t stand you.

your eyes are glued to the path you’re walking on. your lady-in-waiting doesn’t utter a single word as well, holding her head low as she follows behind you. you know that the concubines will immediately pick on you if you make eye contact with one of them.

it’s moments like these where you actually miss sukuna. his intimidating presence and (in)direct threats would immediately make the others fall silent. you wouldn’t have to hear them call you nasty names.

though, unlucky you, sukuna’s out on business. uraume is left as a temporary supervisor of the entire estate. to make sure nothing goes wrong. despite all of that, you still find yourself in an unfortunate predicament.

“hey. we’re talking to you,” a female voice rings from behind you. it isn’t your lady-in-waiting, but the brown-haired woman whom you recognise as one of sukuna’s concubines. her name. . . you can’t recall.

she forcefully pushes your shoulder with two fingers. you stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the material of your kimono. you look down at the hem and notice a subtle muddy stain on the cloth now that you’ve accidentally stepped on it.

you curse the woman out under your breath. the kimono is one of your favorites since sukuna had it made and tailored to suit your taste.

“my apologies,” you mumble politely. you do not wish to make a scene as much as you want to defend yourself. not in front of those poor servants who are simply minding their business and tending to the garden.

the lady scoffs. another one joins. soon, four of them surround you, leaving you no place to escape the situation. with every step you take back, they take one forward. it’s intimidating, though you try to make it seem like you’re not afraid of their words.

“tell me,” the blonde one speaks up and her hand trails up your arm. she twirls a strand of your hair around her index finger before harshly tugging at it. you wince, but she doesn’t budge, “tell me what sukuna sees in a worthless slut like you.”

it’s about sukuna every time. you’re getting sick of the way they treat you because of something you can’t control. you don’t know why he favors you out of all the other women at his service. the way you’re treated because of something that you cannot change is getting frustrating.

the brown-haired woman follows the other lady. she pushes you until the back of your shoe bumps against the edge of a fountain. the grande fountain in the yard that you always love to admire.

the tugs at your hair get stronger. your patience is wearing thin. you take some time to reply to the other concubines, hoping to silence them for now.

you look up at the group surrounding you—a grin tugging at your lips as you decide to taunt them. you scoff, “hah. you cannot blame me for satisfying my lord better than all of you could do together.”

audible gasps sound from the group of concubines. they can’t believe you had the audacity to talk back and be disrespectful about it. the comment you made clearly struck a nerve. or in this case multiple.

“oh, you slut!” the blonde one shrieks, clearly more than upset by your doubts about her services as a concubine. in a flash of rage, she gives you a firm push, sending you backwards until you fall into the fountain with a loud splash.

your lady-in-waiting is the one gasping this time. she looks at you with great worry in her eyes, not knowing if she needs to go fetch uraume or not. she doesn’t have much say in the matter either way.

you’re humiliated by this. you can feel the water seep into the robes of your kimono, staining the beloved material. your hair is wet as well, the water droplets falling off the ends of your locks.

“pah, you look pathetic,” one of the lower ranking concubines chimes in—giggling at the unfortunate situation you got yourself in. the others follow with their own high pitched laughs, “serves you right.”

you don’t even know what you should do. your body feels heavy because of the water wetting your clothes. your nails drag along the fountain’s surface, trying to compose yourself before you do anything irrational.

you grit your teeth and take a deep breath. you’re shaking, both because of the cold settling over your body as well as the anger simmering inside of you. you open your mouth to say something, only to be interrupted.

by someone you didn’t expect to see any time soon.

“enough.”

the deep tone sends chills down your spine. the volume of the male voice nearly shakes the ground. it’s powerful, dominant and quite aggressive. as if the owner of the voice is pissed. no, more than that.

the group of concubines freeze, not even daring to turn around and face the unexpected visitor. you notice your lady-in-waiting immediately falling to her knees, bowing at the man whom you know very well.

“my lord,” you stammer out, being the first to speak up and address him. you’re surprised to see sukuna back this early from his business trip. he normally stays away from the estate for days on end.

sukuna’s footsteps are heavy. his strides are menacingly slow. the aura surrounding him makes the others shake—one concubine being smart enough to bow to him. the king of curses is not one to be messed with, especially when he’s angry.

“tsk. have you lost all your respect while i was gone?” sukuna growls, seeing how the group of concubines are frozen in place with fearful expressions on their faces. the fact that they’re not bowing before him worsens his temper, “kneel.”

he raises one hand and they all knew what was going to happen. you squeal and shut your eyes, hearing that familiar and dooming sound of slashes around you. it doesn’t sound like they’ve hit anything, so you peek through your eyelashes.

you see how the group of women have dropped to their knees the instant sukuna raised his hand in that specific manner. everyone knew just what that meant; death to anyone who’s got their head held high in his presence.

you’ve all seen enough people get decapitated by that same action to know that the sorcerer was not playing around.

sukuna scoffs. he walks up towards you, ignoring the pleas of the other concubines that are begging for his forgiveness. his bottom set of eyes look down at them with disdain before focusing on your figure again.

he silently stands still at the edge of the fountain. his large frame looms over you and you find yourself struggling to get up from the water to bow at him as well. you keep your eyes on your lap, “i’m sorry, my lord.”

sukuna hisses at your apology. a warning for you to shut your mouth. you’re apologising when it’s not your fault and that irritates him more than anything. two of his strong arms reach down to pick you up from your vulnerable position.

the king of curses hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. he’s not bothered by the fact that you’re dripping wet. in fact, both of his left arms wrap around your torso in attempt to warm you up.

“stay. you’ll all be dealt with accordingly when i return,” sukuna harshly orders your aggressors as he turns around and walks away from the group. he carries you in his arms, not sparing a single glance at his concubines.

he doesn’t even care that he stepped on one of the women’s hands as he passed by. the high pitched shriek only serves to annoy him, which you notice by the way he squeezes your waist in response.

it’s silent between you two for a bit. sukuna steps inside of the estate, his ominous aura making you hesistant to speak. you decide to stay quiet for the sake of keeping the peace. for now.

sukuna’s breathing is a little heavy. he’s trying not to lash out or say anything hurtful. he doesn’t like raising his voice at you—but sometimes he feels like he needs to. especially when you land in situations like those.

“how long has this been going on?” sukuna asks through a heavy sigh. his red eyes are focused on the end of the hallway, where his chambers lay. the veins in his neck look like they could pop out any second now, “and don’t you dare fuckin’ lie to me, y’hear?”

you gulp. you’ve never been so nervous to answer him, ever. you attempt to respond, “uhm, for quite a while, my lord.”

sukuna breathes in sharply at the revelation. the fact that you did not specify your answer only made him think that it’s worse than you’re making it out to be. he stops in his tracks, two hands on your waist as he forces you to face him.

your body dangles in the air as sukuna makes you look at him from up close, showing you that dangerous look in his eyes. you do not dare to avert your gaze from his as he speaks.

“you should’ve told me the moment they started disrespecting you like that,” sukuna grunts. another big hand grabs your jaw firmly, squeezing your cheeks together. you whine as it hurt a little. he scoffs and releases your jaw with a light push, “pathetic.”

you feel your body get thrown into your original position once more. your head is upside down and your legs hang limply over his shoulder. you try to defend yourself in a quiet tone, “i thought you were too busy. i didn’t want to bother you with such unimportant matters.”

it’s true. as much as you wanted to tell sukuna about the mistreatment you were receiving, you knew how busy he was attending to more urgent business. you didn’t want to annoy him with your own problems that you could easily solve.

if only you could stand up for yourself.

“nonsense,” sukuna raises his voice in a moment of weakness, though remembers that you’ve probably been through enough for the day. he doesn’t need to add to that by treating you like shit as well.

he simply sighs it off, “unimportant, huh? ‘s that how you think i view you?”

you raise an eyebrow at sukuna’s last sentence. you’re at a loss for words. you know sukuna values you more than any of his other concubines—it’s the main reason you’re getting bullied for—yet you never heard him speak to you in such a surprisingly soft way.

almost like he’s disappointed that you don’t realise the extent of his favoritsm. he cares about you more than you actually think he does.

“i-i’m sorry, my lord,” you stutter. you really do not have a clue about what to say. all you can do is apologise as you’re left overthinking that one little sentence he said.

“what a brat,” sukuna quickly regains his usual stoic and stern composure. he reaches his chambers and enters his personal bathroom before putting you down on your feet. he looks down at your short stature, feeling the warmth of your body leave his skin once you’re separated.

sukuna watches you shiver. he wants to get angry at you for not telling him about anything that’s been going on while he’s not present, though he simply cannot at the moment.

he’ll let you off the hook for now. but, he’s surely going to give you your own special scolding after he’s taken care of the other concubines. the man grabs a large towel from nearby and messily wraps it around your upper body.

sukuna turns around to walk out of his bathroom, looking over his shoulder once more, “get dressed into something else before you catch a cold.”

he calls for a couple servants to tend to you while he’s away to take care of those deviant concubines. sukuna watches the three maids rush to your service, preparing you a new set of clothes as well as trying to dry you off.

his gaze lingers on you for more than is necessary, his jaw clenching at the sight of you trembling from the low temperatures you’re experiencing. sukuna’s going to make sure those other women pay for what they’ve done to you.

he leaves the bathroom after that, though not without leaving you an order to follow;

“you’re staying in my chambers tonight.”

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