#we’re bending stereotypes

[mapileonxputellas]

Spanish or Dating? (Ona Batlle x Reader)

Sorry for the long break but updates will be a lot more frequent now. In honour of the Leila and Ona photo from this weekend which had everyone freaking out even though Leila had someone else there. Note: translations are at the bottom (google translate before my Spanish wrong) Feel free to send in your requests. 3k words x

Spanish or dating? That age old question.

Sometimes it can be one or the other, sometimes it can be both. In this case your nationality was known, the both of you were Spanish and there was no hiding that. Your relationship on the other hand was something you’d never felt the need to make a statement about, not to mention how amusing it was to the both of you that no-one had figured it out yet. Family and close friends from back home knew but no-one else.

You weren’t exactly hiding it, you regularly posted photos of each other cuddling or quite close but your nationality stereotype meant no-one ever connected the dots. Not the fans or your teammates.

The both of you moved over to Manchester in 2020, however your alliances spread to different sides of the city. Ona moving to Manchester United from Levante and you making the move to City from Barcelona where you had been an up-and-coming prospect in need of game time after two years with the Spanish giants.

The two of you already knew each other from the national team however your times in Barcelona did not overlap. You started off as roommates, turned friends, turned best friends, turned girlfriends.

It was March 2020 when you both separated to go back and spend the pandemic with your families in Spain it became clear how much you really did mean to each other and when you both moved back to start the new season you made the first move. Nearly three years later you were stronger than ever.

Of course it helped that Deyna, Leila and Laia were also in Manchester now and it was no longer always just the two of you hanging out all the time but still very few rumours circled around you both.

“Where’s Y/N?” It felt like your flat was never empty, both of your teammates were regulars at your flat and this time it was the united players spread around your living room with Ona.

“She’s gone shopping after training.” Ona answered Ella’s question as the two of them along with Alessia and Millie spread out on the sofas after their own session. “She should be back soon.”

“Do you think she’d mind if we ordered pizza?”

“You know she would.” Whereas United had just come from a win at Old Trafford you had a late night training session preparing for your game against Arsenal tomorrow. Any other day you would be up for it but tonight you told the girls you would cook for them when you got back.

Out of the two of you, you were definitely the stricter one and whereas Ona was seen by fans as almost this ball of fluff, you were almost the complete opposite. Slightly intimidating when you needed, always tense on the pitch to be but around your friends you were just like Ona.

“Cariño estoy en casa” You shouted as you opened the door to your flat.

“The girls are already here, we’re in the lounge.” Ona replied.

“Hi Y/N.” Ella also shouted.

“Hi Ella. Hi girls.” You got a replies back from the rest of the group as you stuck your training gear in the corner and quickly nipped into your shared room to change into some sweats, otherwise known as Ona’s sweats.

The empty spare room, which people presumed was your room holding your summer clothes as the wardrobe you shared in your room was a free for all of both your winter clothes.

Before you then joined them in the living room, a smile on your face as you took in Ona in your clothes. “Good game?”

“A great game if you can beat Arsenal tomorrow.” Alessia answered.

“I mean we’ll try but not for you.” You said before moving to stand behind Ona, bending down to press a kiss to her cheek as your hands found cradled her chin. “Gran victoria mi pequeña superestrella”

“Gracias, ¿cómo estuvo tu día, querido?” She said pressing a kiss to your own cheek as she looked up at you.

“Buena, now who’s ready for some chicken pasta?” Even though you would consider yourself a good cook that was your signature dish, a creamy chicken pasta which everyone seemed to love and seemed appropriate both pre and post-match.

“You know Y/N if you don’t find someone soon I’ll marry you.” Alessia commented.

“Very funny,” Ona dry laughed before jumping out of her seat and wrapping her arms around your waist as you hugged her back, her lips again finding your cheek.. “She’s mine.”

“All yours, now come on.”

It was moments like this, moments that happened often, that for anyone else might spark rumours but no-one in the room batted an eyelid.

You were just Spanish.

……

“I didn’t know Ona was coming today.” Leila asked Y/N as they sat in the changing room the next afternoon at half time, having heard rumours of a certain Spaniard in the crowd.

“Yeah she mentioned she would come. Check out the composition.” You said tying your boots once again. “I think Ella was coming with her.”

“Did you see her before you left this morning?”

“I did.” I mean it would be hard not to when you woke up in her arms every morning. “She made me a coffee.”

“God you two are like a little old married couple.”

“Shut up.”

It wasn’t exactly uncommon either to attend matches other than your own and that’s how Ella and Ona found themselves at the Academy stadium the next morning watching City beating Arsenal  in the second half. With a two goal cushion the game was fairly safe with only ten minutes left and with that Ella’s attention turned to the Spaniard.

“I heard someone in training today say they were going to ask you about Y/N…. see if she’s single.”

“Did you?” She kept a straight face going between the actual game and the game on her phone.

“Would you mind? See if she’s up for going on a date.”

“Ask her yourself.”

“You know I saw something interesting yesterday, I don’t snoop and I wasn’t like looking but Y/N said I could borrow her nail file and I went to go and get it but then I kind of saw the photo.”

“What photo?”

“The photo on your bedside table…. The one of you kissing.”

“Well I guess you did need a little help working it out” Ona knew you wouldn’t be angry about your secret unravelling and she wasn’t either. “Surprise.”

“What the fuck? You’re actually dating, like actually dating.”

“Like actually dating.” Ona imitated the confused English woman.

“For how long.”

“Nearly three years now.”

“Shut up, you’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“So all that time, you weren’t just being overly friendly with her.”

“You’re so smart Ella, well done.”

“Shut up, I actually can’t believe this.”

One almost wished she had lied and made an excuse about the photo when Ella then wouldn’t stop asking questions about her relationship for the rest of the match. When the final whistle rang the two of them stayed up in the stands until the majority of the crowd had left and the two of them could make their way down to the city girls.

“Hey girls.” You came over all sweaty from playing the full ninety minutes in the midfield giving Ella a quick hug before wrapping your arms around Ona. You would have stayed there much longer had it not been for Laia and Leila coming over to greet their Spanish teammate before moving over to the rest of the lingering crowd. “Starting to worry about us?”

“No way.” Ona answered, wrapping her arms around you once again to whisper in your ear. “Ella knows.”

“Ella knows what?” You questioned the midfielder.

“That you two have been sneaking around, behind our backs.” She pouted. “I can’t believe I missed all the signs, it was so obvious.”

“You’re telling me, I mean the only thing you didn’t do is walk in on us.”

“I’m never walking into your flat unannounced again.”

“Yeah, don’t do that.” The smirk you and Ona shared reminded you of that moment less than a year ago when your secret was nearly unveiled.

“Ona! Y/N! I’ve brought donuts.”

That was the last thing you wanted to hear in that moment, Leila’s voice resounding around the flat. She made the move to Manchester less than a week ago and you were really here only friends in the city.

The problem was that yourself and Ona had been celebrating your second anniversary which fell in the midweek and one thing had led to another causing you both to be left naked in your bed at not even 8 o’clock.

“Where are you both?” That made you realise that not only was Leila in your flat you could hear her footsteps and it wouldn’t be too long before she reached your door.

“Don’t come in.” Ona shouted to her, scrambling out of the bed and tugging the nearest clothes on “We’re in here, I’m just getting changed and Y/N’s in the bathroom.”

“Why did you say that?” You whispered.

“I panicked, what was I meant to say ‘oh sorry we were in bed together’.”

“Why is she not in her own bathroom?” Leila’s voice came again.

“Erm, the shower broke. She had to borrow mine.” Thankfully Ona made that up on the spot but it still wasn’t convincing.

“Okay.” Leila didn’t sound convinced but let it go. “I’ll be in the living room, I’ve got donuts.”

“Thanks Leila.” Ona said, pulling you back into her. “I can’t believe she chose now to turn up.”

“Get some clothes on.” You ordered, pressing a kiss to her pouting lips. “I guess I better dampen my hair a bit.”

@Y/Nfan1: Saw Y/N and Ona at the match cuddling today after the match. We love our Spanish besties.

……

To Ella’s credit she never said a word about what she knew, well at least to your knowledge.

The first time the fans had even the slightest inkling that something more could be going on and clocked onto your previous moments together was at Leila’s birthday.

You couldn’t arrive with Leila as you promised Ellie and Alex you would get ready with them but that just meant you had the joy of watching her reaction as you arrived. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t clocked her immediately, your white suit that she had obviously borrowed took your breath away as her eyes trailed on your figure in just a black wrap dress.

“Hola.” You greeted Laia, Deyna and Leila who were also at her end of the table, a seat spare between Ona and Laia. “You all look stunning.”

“Not as stunning as you, mi hermosa.” Leila said, wrapping her arms around you as you sat down, Ona’s arm immediately coming to rest on the top of your chair, her fingertips lightly dragging over your exposed collarbone. “Maybe we can find you a girl tonight.”

You didn’t have to look at Ona to say she would be pissed off by that comment, a little scowl forming on her face but the indicator was the hand which came to grip your thigh underneath the silk material of your dress. “No way, tonight is all about you Miss Ouahabi.”

Thankfully someone else distracted you and that left you free to speak to the girl to your left.

“You look incredible tonight mi vida.” You whispered in her ear, noticing the glass of wine already in front of you. “Is this for me?”

“All for you, just like you’re mine later.” She whispered back discreetly, squeezing your thigh. “I can’t believe you’ve got me hanging out with the enemy.”

“We hang out with them all the time and I’m always with your teammates.”

“Yeah but not like the full time, we haven’t done that in a long time.”

“Well we’ll all be together next week.” Next week it was your birthday and you were having a little soiree, you wouldn’t call it a party as you didn’t want your flat to be trashed but teammates from both sides of Manchester were being invited.

One thing you love and hated about Leila was that girl knew how to party. Loved because she knew how to have a good time and therefore you were able to let loose for the night having beat Chelsea earlier in the day. Hated because that left you and Ona very tipsy and therefore boundaries you usually had were smashed into smithereens.

“Let me take a photo.” Leila said just as you were about to suggest maybe it was time to go home and stop drinking before you were at risk of throwing up. “My senoritas.”

You had to make room to all fit in the photo frame and that meant squashing up so you were half on Ona’s chair, almost on her lap as your arm wrapped around her waist. That move left yours and Ona’s lips barely inches away from each other and as you looked her in the eye all you could think about was just tipping your head forward and placing your lips on hers.

“Cheese girls.” Leila broke you out of your spell as you turned to look at Alanna taking the photo.

Alanna took the photo and Laia went to go and sit back down again but before you moved back you turned to Leila. “Can you take one of just Ona and I?”

“Of course.”

You would never have done this stone cold sober and neither would Ona but that would be tomorrow’s problem as you moved so you were sat on Ona’s knee sideways, facing the camera as you rested your head on her shoulder.

“You two are so cute.” Esme commented from further down the table. “Lauren would never take a photo like that with me.”

“Shut up.” You heard Lauren shout back to her former roomie but you focused back on the camera.

It was too good not to post the photo. Even with your blurry eyes you could see the love in both of your eyes in the multiple photos Leila had took, some of you looking at the camera but one really stood out for you. The both of you were looking at one another, your hands clasped together in your lap as you couldn’t help but laugh at whatever someone must have said.

Nothing could stop you posting it, tagging Ona and leaving the caption ‘mi vida’ with a love heart and as you woke up to a few comments the next morning suggesting you were maybe something more than just Spanish you couldn’t help but pull your girlfriend closer to you, prepared to let this unravel together.

…..

Birthdays with Ona were your favourite. You would have been happy with just spending the day with her but thankfully you had both played your games yesterday and so your wish and more could come true. She was the most thoughtful person you knew from breakfast in bed to a spa day together in a fancy hotel, something you had being wanting to do for a while, and then a fancy meal together.

Now you were stood in your kitchen, all your friends around you as you sipped on your favourite cocktail.

“Have you had a nice birthday?” Millie asked coming to wrap her arms around your shoulders. “Has our girl spoiled you?”

“I’ve had the best day. We went out today and she got me some concert tickets.” Not to mention the trainers and clutch bag you had been eyeing for months but that was maybe too much to not be suspicious.

“Ready!” You had no idea who shouted that but all of a sudden the lights went out, Ona appearing from the doorway with a cake full of candles in her hand. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Y/N. Happy birthday to you!”

This felt like the moment as you blew out the candles, everyone cheering and Ona set down the cake next to you to be able to wrap her arms around you. You had your girl, you had all your friends around you and more importantly you just felt content.

“Ready?” You whispered in Ona’s ear, she recognised the look on your face and knew what was coming as you cradled her chin, bringing your lips down onto her own.

“Oh my….” You heard someone shout as you pecked her lips again.

“I’m no expert but I don’t think Spanish people do that with everyone.” Lauren questioned. “Wait are you two dating?”

“We are.” Ona confirmed.

“How long has this been going on?”

“We got together nearly three years ago.” You answered Hayley’s question. “I can’t believe it took you this long to work it out and we basically did the work for you.”

“Did anyone know?” Chloe asked. “I can’t believe this has been right in front of our eyes and we didn’t connect the dots.”

“Who’s their favourite?” Ella stepped forward. “I am, I knew.”

“How did you know and I didn’t?” Laia asked.

“We didn’t exactly tell Ella, she found out.” You told everyone.

“In other words I found a picture of them kissing and they had to spill their little secret.” Ella teased you both. “Don’t get it out by the way, I had to bleach my eyes when I saw it.”

“Very funny.”

“Wait…” Leila’s spoke up. “You weren’t in the shower that time were you?”

You and Ona couldn’t help but burst out in laughter, your reaction a stark difference to everyone’s confused looks and Leila’s disgusted face.

“I’ll let you work that one out for yourself.”

This time you left no room for confusion. Alanna once again had been the perfect camerawoman, ready on call to snap a photo of the kiss. You cake in the background and your arms wrapped around her neck as hers went around your waist.

‘Spanish or dating?”

Estoy en casa – Honey, I’m home

gran victoria mi pequeña superestrella – great win my little superstar

Gracias, ¿Cómo estuvo tu día, querido? – Thank you, how was your day my dear?

Buena – good

#ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle oneshot #ona batlle x reader #woso x reader #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #man city women imagine #man city women #man united #manchester united #manchester united women #man united women #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagine #espwnt

[jewishbarbies]

There’s a part of me that’s kinda grateful how much the stop Jewish hate ad ripped the masks off people because without I probably would still consider someone who believes that Jews can’t be victims because we have power and the ability to influence public opinion a future bridesmaid. It sucks that I had to watch her go down the rabbit hole and that I’ve pulled away from that friendship but I won’t tolerate it anymore

It’s amazing how much has changed for me since 10/7, how much more Jewish I am, how my world has shrunk but gotten bigger at the same time. That there are people who aren’t Jewish/Israeli/Palestinian who have the same 24/7 mindset towards this conflict does scare me though because I’ve now witnessed two people who I know are kind and intelligent descend into antisemitism straight out of the protocols in a matter of weeks. We aren’t meant to be retraumatized every single day without fail for months and then be told that we’re wrong to fear, it’s fucked

I’m really sorry you’ve had to lose that friendship. it hurts so much more when it’s someone close to you.

this whole situation has just kind of confirmed some things for me. there’s a stereotype that jews are loud and stubborn, and while it comes from a place of antisemitism in and of itself, it’s not entirely wrong. because when something like this happens, we don’t give up. we don’t bend. we refuse to be stripped of our jewishness and our human rights, and we dig our heels in instead. we refuse to be silenced. and while it’s utterly horrifying that we’ve had to be put here as a people again, seeing so many jewish people reconnect with their jewishness and learn to speak out has been incredibly moving and just makes me love being jewish more. every time, the thing they hope breaks up, is what brings us together and helps us survive. we can at least find some comfort in that.

#Asks #anonymoose #antisemitism

[ecoamerica]

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[bigwishes]

A Twink-ling Jewellery Choice

a trade for my buddy  @yffrit

Working your ass off at the gym recently you had finally started to see results on your already athletic body. Your muscles had started to become well defined, so much so you were comfortable to say you weren’t just athletic anymore but you were becoming a proper jock.

Walking home after your latest hard workout session you decided you should treat yourself for all the hard work you had been putting in, but what to treat yourself with?? a box of donuts? nah you’d be over the sugar after one or two, maybe those nice compression shorts you’ve been eyeing? nah, you should do something for yourself that isn’t centred around fitness, this is meant to be a reward for sticking to your goals not an outfit to achieve your goals in.

You walked down the street looking at shop windows when something caught your eye. A nice little ear stud, shining in the window of a jewellery store.

That was the perfect treat you thought to yourself. It’d look nice, just something nice and small, a little accessory you thought, something to change your look up a bit. You went inside and asked for the stud in the window. The woman running the store looked you up and down and wondered why a guy like you would want to change himself like that, after all the hard work you put into your body. But you just shook it off as the older generation being a bit rude. The woman walked over to the window

“if this is what you really want”

Within seconds it was one and done, a quick jab and you were on your way back home. You felt a slight pulling on your earlobe but just thought it was a slight pain from the piercing being fresh.

------

You arrived home and quickly went to the mirror to check yourself out. turning your chiselled jaw to look at the jewel sparkle on your ear, you smile and laugh, loving the way it looks. But suddenly the tingling came back, tickling your earlobe you feel the tickling sensation travel from your ear to your neck and it shot down your body to your waist. The tingling spun throughout your entire hip bone almost causing you to giggle when suddenly *SWOOOMP* your waistline went from a rectangular toned waist to a skinner almost hourglass waist.

You began to breath heavily, the muscle had shrunk away leaving a skinny little frame standing in front of you.

‘Wha- WHAT” you yelled to yourself in the mirror as your watched your waist tighten and shrink. The muscle definition began to fade leaving just enough to shape your body. 

The tingling in your waist zapped down to your dick and began to see it twitch, it felt better than jerking off and you began to moan. your jockish voice had began to change from a grunting to an almost whimpery moan, going up an octave with each breath.

“uhh huh, huh, hunn, nnn, nnnya, aaaa, aa” your voice completely changed to a high pitched gay voice

as you moaned you felt the tingling in your dick begin to shrink, and with it along with your dick, You watched as it shrunk down and became like a limp balloon

“aaah, like, oh my gawd, my body” you covered your mouth realising you were sounding like the most stereotypical twink.

Suddenly your jock body had been completely replaced with the bitch body of a twink. You ran through your house to your front door, you were going back to that store and getting your old body back. You pranced on your tip toes with your hands waving at your sides like the little bitch you are. You swung open your front door ready when suddenly.

“Sup” “Sup” “Sup”

Three built frat bros stand at your front door.

“Heeeeeeeey bro, I’m Jackson, he’s Jaxon and he’s Jaxson” “Sup” “Sup” “We’re from the frat that just moved in next door”

The tiniest tingling left in your dick suddenly shot backwards through your waist and into your ass, You feel it suddenly expand in an instant into a massive bouncy bubble butt causing you to bend forward as the force almost pulled you backwards.

“aaa, heeya” you say biting your lip staring at the 3 jocks in your doorway. All of your passion and drive to get your old body back began to fade, the feeling of popping candy on top of your brain tickled you and left you giggling. You no longer even remembered what your old body looked like, all you really cared about anymore was being a living sex doll for any frat jock who knocked at your door.

You stepped to the side allowing Jackson, Jaxon and Jaxson to enter your house to use you however they want.

#twink #twink transformation #twink tf #frat boy #reality change #transformation #gay transformation #transformation story #tf story

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Based on the last post about these dorks being Star Wars people, What is Roy's thing?

Like something that makes him so happy that he'd have a huge smile and maybe would be a wee bit nervous.

I wanna say bake off but also I feel like formula one. I don’t know anything about F1 though so like 🧍‍♀️ I’ll write a guest judge bake off!

Sorry this took so long dear <3

—

“And now for our guest judge! He’s a household name, an icon, a best seller, an ex footballer, Roy Kent!”

Roy glares over the final five. Mary Berry touches his arm and he bends down for her to whisper in his ear. “The cute blond is yours right?” Roy’s eyes dart off to the side where Jamie is leaning and guest announcing with the hosts. “Yeah. All mine.” Mary shakes her head with a pat to his arm, “he’s a cute one. He have a grandfather?”

Roy can’t help the laugh that bursts out of him. He flushes and nods his head. “Single and can bake even.” Mary lets out a hum. “Come dear. Let’s sit and gossip.”

From across the tent Jamie is staring at Roy. He can’t help it. His man is in his element. This is maybe the best anniversary present he could’ve gotten him. Once they’re done with him he slips over to the table and puts his arms over Roy’s shoulders from behind. “Ma’am.” Mary shakes her head and pats Roy’s hand.

“Tell your boy to call me Mary. If we’re having dinner next week then he’ll drop the titles.” Roy leans back a little and grins at Jamie. “You heard her baby.” Jamie grins cause Roy looks so happy. “Sorry ma’a- Mary.”

She nods her head and looks out across the tent. “You two have fans.” Jamie blushes lightly and Roy shrugs. “Football and gay. Kinda a shock to people.” Mary laughs, “good on you break those stereotypes.” Jamie presses a kiss to Roy’s head. “Have fun I’ll be back.”

Roy trails his hand over Jamie’s back when he leaves. “I love him you know?” Mary nods. “I can tell. He’s a doll.” Roy snorts. He leans back in the chair. “He’s certainly something special.”

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #roy kent x jamie tartt #royjamie #jamie x roy #roy x jamie #mac writes ted lasso

[blushyeleven]

Tickletober - DAY 21

New discoveries

characters: lee!enid, ler!wednesday

warnings: tickles

a/n: sorry this is so short, I’ve been rlly unmotivated to write and I need to prepare a lot of fics today/tmrw so they may not be the best, but tktober is almost over so I’m pushing through 🫶

𝓓𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓼

The summer was over. Finally some routine.. although some nevermore students were more excited to be back then others.

That leaves us with the two completely oppsite girlfriends.. back in their dorm. After Wednesday added enids number into her new mobile phone.. it flooded with messages every day from the werewolf. Asking how the goth was and what she was getting up to and most importantly the “I miss you” texts. But now they were reunited and enid was happier then ever.

During the summer the girls didn’t change that much.. the only thing that was different was the fact that enid came back with a pair of fluffy ears and a swooshy tail. That always seemed to swing side to side whenever she was happy. Wednesday didn’t mind, she only found it more endearing. And she couldn’t help but admit she was a little curious about her girlfriends new features.

To the point we’re after enid had finished rambling about them and about how cool they were Wednesday just asked a simple question “can I touch them?” She asked, her tone a little lighter then her stereotypical cold snarky demeanour. “Ofcourse!” Enid exclaimed, bending down slightly so the midget goth could reach (she’d kill me if she found out I typed that)

Wednesay reached out one of her pals hands and began lightly stroking enids wolf ear and watched as it began to twitch slightly with enid biting her lip and letting out a few innocent giggles. Wednesday just simple furrowed her eyebrows as enid covered her mouth with her pink woolly sleeve to try and stop her gentle snickers. “sohorry.. their sehensitive..” the wolf admitted before the colour on her cheeks began to match her knitted winter jumper. “Sensitive?” Wednesday mused, continuing to pet her ears and watching as enid let out the most heart-warming giggles. (Even Wednesdays heart was feeling a little less cold)

“yeheaaa..” the blonde said, clearly feeling a little embarrassed and wedneday immediately picked up on it. “Don’t be embarrassed.. it’s fascinating” she said while her hand never left the girls ears. “Like I knew you were ticklish.. but I didnt know this would be ticklish” the pigtailed girl smirked before finally removing her hand to see her girlfriends bushy tail, wagging slightly.

“I’m not thahat ticklish!” Enid whined, her blush intensifying and she let out a little whimper, a flustered whine. (NOT SEXUALISING😭) “oh your not?” The goth mused before reaching her hand to claw into the wolfs side. Earning enid to recoil and shriek. “Wehednesday dohont!” Enid was still giggling before it even started as Wednesdays hand wasn’t moving yet. It was just positioned like a claw directly onto enids side, ready to attack at any given moment.

“oh come on, I know you’ve missed this..” she teased, her tone replaced with the same.. flustering and snarky tone that Wednesday used while trying to fluster somebody. Especially enid.

Enids tail began to sway more aggressively, a compete give away signal that she clearly had missed this.. and that she was enjoying this. Dam the tail for giving her away. (It’s Not like Wednesday didnt already know all of that)

Wednesdays hand then began squeezing at the girls side, a quick rapid, repetitive squeeze that made the wolf bark out a laugh and began squirming on the spot. “eheheheheh wehehednesdahayyyy!!!” She giggled out, her legs beginning to feel like jelly beneath her, almost as if she could collapse any second. “bahahahahahahhaha!!!” Enids laugh was the perfect mix of sweet and girly as it bounced of the dorm walls.

The goths pale hand then started using all its fingers to scribble over enids stomach, the wool of jumper bunching up with wednesday black painted fingernails as enids snickers grew a few octaves and pitch. “EHEHEHE NAHAHAHA!!” Along with enids cackles her tail was still swiftly wagging around, creating a slightl breeze at the force it was swinging. “you know your enjoying this” the goth mused, watching her girlfriends tail. “SHUHUT UHUP I AHAM NOHOT!!” Enid whined again, it was a typical enid trate. To whine like a toddler whenever she got to flustered or it was something true that she didn’t want to own up to.Especially if the truth was painfully obvious.

“Well, forgive me if I’m wrong but when a puppy’s tail wags it’s a clear indication of them being happy” Wednesday smirked as her girlfriend just covered up her flushed face and continued giggling. “SHUHUT UHUPP!” Enid snapped back, seeming it was the only comment that she could use to try and defend her position.

Wednesdays hand then simply skittering her fingers across enids ribs and even pinching them lightly. All tactics that really drove the giggles out of enid. “NAHAAHAHA!! AAHAHA WEHEHENSSS!!” Enid kept helplessly giggling, she was practically howling with laughter as she was beginning to get out of breath.

“OKAHAHAY!! STAHAHAHAAPP!” The wolf shrieked our and her raven girlfriend obliged, not wanting to be to mean to her girlfriend. Yet..

Enid then began panting and gasping for air as she had her arms clutched around her stomach. “Did you have fun?” The goth still had a smirk etched on her face as enids fluffy tail was still swaying. As enid rolled her eyes “maybe.” Was all she said.

“Good, because expect that to be more often” the pigtailed girl smirked before going back to sit at her wooden desk chair. Leaving enid standing there, extremely flustered.

#tickle content #tickle #sfw tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #jenna ortega #jenna ortega tickle #tickle fluff #wednesday #wednesday addams ler #wednesday x enid #wednesday is soft for enid #wednesday addams tickle #enid sinclair #lee enid #enid tickle #tickle tickle #ticklish #tickletober

[beewithknee]

of dreams and nightmares

redactober day 5 !

huxley/freelancer hurt/comfort (with blink-and-you'll-miss-it poly DAMN)

They never woke with a gasp like in the movies. It was always a slow awareness creeping back into them.

They knew it was a nightmare. Knew it was fictional.

However that didn’t stop the racing heart, vivid images and unsettled stomach.

Glancing through their space, they eyed every corner feeling far too exposed in the open, dark space.

A warm body stirred beside them.

“Flower? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Of course Huxley immediately knew they weren’t okay. The wide eyes and shaking hands gave that away.

“Bad dream.” They whispered, hands still shaking slightly. They heard the blind-fumbling on their bedside table before a light flicked on. It was dimmed, but enough to remove the long shadows and a good chunk of their anxiety.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Can I do anything?” He asked gently, eyes still half-lidded from sleep.

“Hold me?” It was whispered into the dim room. They felt pathetic. It was 2:30 and they’d woken the poor man up because of some idiotic dream. Knowing something isn’t real and feeling it isn’t are two vastly different things.

Logically, they were fully aware it was a work of chemicals and a bad TV show before bed.

But their biological reaction had it replaying like a horrifically real memory every few seconds.

A sharp breath stuttered from their chest as he pulled them into his arms.

Warmth immediately seeped into every exposed nerve that danced along their body, soothing them tenfold.

“We’re okay. There’s nothing that’s gonna get through me.” He soothed gently, hand stroking up and down their stomach. Huxley’s palms were always warm. Not like Damien’s in the way that you could tell it was his core, but just in a gentle soothing manner.

They’d never get tired of it.

Flipping over, they buried their face in his chest. It allowed enough light to reduce the paranoia floating their head.

Huxley cradled their back in one large palm and the back of their head in the other. His short fingernails scratched at the nape of their neck, sending addictive shivers through them.

“Tighter?” It was a plea. Huxley immediately complied, wanting nothing more than to soothe his distressed partner.

He rested his head on the top of theirs, only bending to kiss their head sweetly. “I’ve got you, petal. You’re okay.” Each word soothed another frayed nerve. They were sparking live-wire and only Hux could settle the danger.

“Keep talking? Please.” In the darkness, it felt like such a silly request. Huxley understood. Of course he did.

“Uh, well Damien beat me at volleyball again. Our little spitfire, huh? He gloated very humbly. Gavin made so many innuendos, and I’m pretty sure he and Xavier snuck off half-way through to go fuck but oh well. It was fun, I just wish you and Lasko could’ve been there you know… would’ve been nice to have all my people in one spot.” He lamented a little sadly, squeezing them even tighter.

A kiss was pressed to his sternum, and his stomach jumped with the feeling.

“I love you, Hux.”

“I love you too baby, go to sleep if you can. I’ll be here.” His chest rumbled under their cheek with every word, relaxing them more than any pharmaceutical had ever been able. He kept it up; rambling about the sunflowers he saw, about his moms, about their other partners, upcoming games, anything and everything.

It was nearing on 3:30am when he finally slowed, voice dipping quieter. Tilting back, he admired the sight that greeted him.

His darling Flower passed out on his chest, taking comfort in the place they knew they’d always find safety. Huxley took such pride in being able to comfort his partners, being more than a scary jock stereotype. He kissed their head once more, lingering there to cope with the rising emotions he faced.

Throat clogged with hushed love declarations, he choked out “I love you. Sleep well, flower.”

The shelter they found within his arms could never be replaced. It was unspoken, unconditional happiness.

They were safe. They could sleep.

#redacted asmr #I LOVE HIM #really needed some hux flavoured comfort #i love him sm #i refuse to believe he wouldn't do anything for them #poly redacted asmr #redacted huxley #hurt/comfort #flufftober 2023 #whumptober #redactober 2023 #redacted audio #fluff

[lloydofhyrule64]

Yo it’s actually pretty funny when you think about the similarities between me and Adora because:

We both fall in line with so many Lesbian stereotypes that it’s a little uncanny

We both can be a bit (very) stupid at times

We both love simping for buff women

We both have a strong desire to be held by dommy cat gf

And finally we both have to be constantly reminded that we’re still worth loving even if we’re not bending over backwards doing whatever we can for others to the point where our own needs become last priority lol 😆

#She ra #spop #adora #catradora #no you guys it’s totally fine I said lol at the end

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Imagine for just a second that Arla Fett was rescued from death watch by Jango and got adopted by Jaster too and was chosen as the clone template instead. (This is all purely out of speculation and headcanons) She was the better marksman, was trained in more forms of martial arts, was the better piolet, the better fighter. She had less genetic flaws, like she had better eye sight, less allergy’s and (this one’s just a headcanon) she was taller than her brother. As an afab person her body was built to endure pushed-to-the-brink survival better than amab people do. Between her and Jango genetic and skill wise she was the top pick between both of them.

Think about it, it would be very cool. Like I really would like to see Grevious get knocked tf out by a tall, buff as hell women with a giant rotary blaster. Think of the clone oc’s we could make! We could have trans masc oc’s, It’s really not a gender bend au because there wouldn’t be Arla clones that are the female version of Rex or Cody or whoever because they would be different people with different personality’s. Thought honestly Arla clones wouldn’t be any different than Jango clones because of their upbringing and training.

I think Arla would have been much more picky when it came to trainers and would pick way less narcissistic bastards and more people with. backgrounds as teachers, strategists, survivalists, medics/doctors, and a variety of weapons and martial arts. Make no mistake she’s no mother hen stereotype, she was harder on her set of alpha class arc’s than Jango ever was, but she wasn’t as cold and cruel as he was either. She would have been a little like Walon Vau in a since, she loved them and wanted them to survive, she needed them to know everything and anything they could about the shitty galaxy they were about to be sent off into without having seen it once.

But unlike Vau she would have never abused them like he did. She wanted her troops to confidence and high self esteem, she wanted them to trust her, to trust themselves. She couldn’t let what happened to her happen to them. They wouldn’t be lead astray or fall into the wrong hands, she would allow them to be gaslight and brainwashed into unquestioning followers. They needed to be the best soldiers the galaxy had ever seen.

Arlas troops would have spoken several languages fluently, could write in the native language of every planet in the republic, knew nearly every form of martial arts including that of the Jedi. There were no specialized units in the first 10 years because every clone was trained in everything from scuba training to pilot training. They were smarter, faster, stronger, more aware of themselves and everything around them, they knew what they needed to and more. They had a stronger force of will and quicker wit, faster judgment and we’re skeptical of everything.

Arla encouraged the individuality and freedom to think for themselves in all her clones, if she didn’t then she felt she was no better than death watch, the very people her troops would be opposing. An important factor in this story is that she didn’t want to raise a kid of her own nor did she take bounty’s during those years. Where Jango was busy off with Boba or running a bounty she was using that time to plan and strategize. She was overseeing every single training module her troops would learn from from the time they were decanted to the time they graduated. She was teaching classes to little CT’s and having one on one study’s with cadets falling behind.

She also never allowed any cadets to be decommissioned or reconditioned for any reason, she always found a useful place for them somewhere. She refused to let a single ounce of her dna, training, time and hard work be wasted just because the long necks didn’t like a cadets scores or phenotypical features. She was looking into all the kaminoans devious plots and found out what the true purpose of her army was. But most importantly Arla made sure she had over rides for every clones chip, not just her alphas.

In this au the clone wars wouldn’t have started so early. Because Arla was training cadets full time she didn’t have the time nor the patience to be Dooku’s lackey and would have never taken that job to attempt to kill Padme. Thus Obi-wan would have never been made aware of Kamino and would have never snooped around the separatist droid factory on Geanosis. Instead he would have been off with Anakin saving his mother and Anakin would have never slaughtered those tusken raiders or fallen to the dark side. This put Darth sidious’s plan back several years, 3 more at least, because he needed a worthy and powerful apprentice. He still had his sights set on Anakin but he would have needed much more to sway him to the dark side. But by the time Luke and Leya had been born and he saw they were quite powerful in the force and wanted them as his new apprentices. (But that’s for y’all to think about because we’re getting off topic)

Moral of the story; imagine a world where Ashoka has an older sister, Anakins second in command is a terrifyingly competent but witty and energetic 6’2 woman with dark hair in a buzz cut and biceps bigger than your head. Imagine a bunch of Arla Fett clones fucking it up at 79’s while on leave. Imagine Aayla still falls in love with her commander and there a kick ass lesbian couple. IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITYS! IMAGINE!!!

I want to hear everyone’s thoughts on this btw so if you’ve got criticism, thoughts, critiques or points to make then I want to hear them!

(Galaxy brain idea, what if both of them were templates because idk 1. Dooku wasn’t sure which one of them would be better so he picked both. 2. Jango and Arla come as a package deal on any job. 3. Sidious thought that having different genders and faces would get the Jedi to trust the clones more idk? Point is imagine Jango clones being (nicely) bullied by their older sisters)

NOW TAKE THIS SHIT AND RUN WITH IT, GO, GO, GO!

#arla fett #clone wars au #the clone wars #Star Wars #my post #tcw #au #alternate universe #star wars legends #republic commando #jango fett #anakin skywalker #ashoka tano #captain rex #clones #clone trooper #alpha arcs #the prequels #sw aotc

[aurumacadicus]

For the ask meme

Tony/Bucky

The bunny and the wolf

Kinda like to see a Howard/Maria there too :D best good father Howard I've ever read were from you 💝

I do love me some Howard/Maria ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The Bunny and the Wolf

“I can’t believe you’d put us in danger like this,” Steve hissed.

Bucky took a deep breath, then let it back out slowly, simply nodding his head. There was no arguing. He’d put the pack in danger. It had been selfish, and the least he could have done was give Steve the head’s up before he did it. It wouldn’t have stopped him, but it would have given Steve time to figure out how best to protect the pack.

There was a rabbit at the edge of the clearing they had set up camp in, eyes wide and staring. Some of the pups had playfully run at it. The rabbit had simply watched them approach, eyes sparkling blue. That was when the pack had realized that it was no ordinary rabbit--the Starks had sent a familiar ahead of them to scout.

Steve had snarled for the young and sickly to retreat from the rabbit’s unblinking eyes while the rest of the adults talked, to come up with a strategy to at least flee from one of the most powerful covens in the area. To figure out why they were being targeted, when the Starks notoriously kept to themselves. Whether they’d missed some sort of treaty on their travels, and the Starks no longer allowed trespassers.

And Bucky, feeling hollowed out, had had to admit that it was most likely because he’d been sneaking into the Stark mansion whenever they were nearby to see the Stark heir.

“We could always offer Bucky as a sacrifice to them and tell them we didn’t know,” Natasha offered.

Sam started to laugh, realized she wasn’t joking, and stopped. “It would be foolish not to show a united front. Witches stereotype just as much as other creatures. Most of them think we’re too loyal, and that’s what makes us dangerous, because wounding one wolf leads to the entire pack attacking.”

“Could always offer them some of the magic trinkets we found on our travels?” Clint offered, scratching at his neck. “It’s not like we’re using them. Our non-wolf members would surely give them up.”

“What could we possibly have that a coven as powerful as the Starks would be interested in?” Sharon asked, brows furrowing together.

Bucky crossed his arms and lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You’re going to be even more upset.”

“Bucky,” Steve said solemnly. He reached out and laid his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. His claws dug into his skin warningly. “I am physically incapable of being any angrier. I am this close,” he added, holding his other hand up and with his pointer finger and thumb a quarter of an inch apart. “To ripping you limb from limb for this. I know I’ve been stupid and you’ve had to save my ass, but it has never been ‘I pissed off what is basically witch royalty’ stupid.”

“Maria Stark caught me coming out of Tony’s room and the only reason she didn’t kill me where I stood was because Tony tackled her to the ground while I ran,” Bucky said. He winced as Steve’s hand clamped tighter, claws digging in and drawing blood. “Ow.”

“You deserve this,” Steve hissed, and Bucky sighed, nodding again.

.-.

The Starks arrived just as the moon was coming up. Howard had Tony by the scruff like a naughty pup. Maria looked perfectly pleasant, but the wide-eyed black rabbit at her feet staring at them was as dangerous as a knife.

“Gentle wolves,” Maria said, smiling sweetly as she approached, as if they each weren’t capable of snapping her like a twig.

“Your ladyship,” Steve replied carefully, taking a single step forward to show that he was the alpha of the pack.

Howard heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes. “Maria, we can’t afford intimidation. I can only hold Tony for so long.”

“Fine,” Maria said, smile dropping into a scowl. She pointed at Bucky. “I almost didn’t recognize you without your pants on.”

“I’ll just lie down so you can kick me there,” Bucky began, bending to get down.

Sam grabbed his shoulder and yanked him upright again, scowling. “Shut up.”

Steve closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again. “What can we do for you?”

“You can get your heathen friend to propose to my son properly,” Maria said sharply. “Or, if he’s only in it for sex, get him to stop. My poor boy’s magic is fluctuating wildly because of how nebulous their relationship is. Either commit or quit,” she added to Bucky sharply.

“I have a ring,” Bucky answered immediately, and he was glad he was in his human form, otherwise his tail would be wagging in a really embarrassing way.

“Oh, shit,” Howard said, which was the only warning any of them got before Tony’s eyes lit up with bright blue light, and then what looked like an army of rabbits began flooding out of the forest, binkying around like popping corn as they approached.

Steve fainted dead away and was quickly covered, disappearing under their tiny bodies. Sam screamed and tried to scale Bucky, and Bucky let him. He heard Natasha and Sharon swearing behind him, some of the kids back in the tents screaming because of course they were watching even after being told not to.

“This is horrendous,” Howard said, shaking his head.

Maria scoffed, putting her hands on her hips as she turned to glare at him. “You summoned hundreds more when I agreed to marry you.”

“How embarrassing,” Howard sighed, shaking his head again.

#aurumacadicus answers #ask meme #fic title meme #winteriron #howard/maria

[federal-bureau-of-nerds]

why do you hate trans people?

I don’t.

Who i actually hate us men who think they have a right to the spaces and words and history women have had to carve out for ourselves. I hate men who think they have the right to harass and threaten and attack women because we know they don’t have “female souls”. I hate men who threaten lesbian women for discussing their sexuality, and men who think bisexual women like me will treat them like women bc we’re attracted to both sexes. I hate men who pretend to be schoolgirls and baby girls and get away with it in public and online bc calling them out is more hateful than any danger they’re causing. I hate men who steal spaces dedicated to female athletes, scholars, writers, politicians, spaces that we have been historically denied for no good reason. I hate men who force women to police our own thoughts to appease them. I hate men who blame women when other men attack them. I hate men who force medical language to bend to their will and make it harder for women to access medical care they need bc she might not know she’s a “cervix-haver”. I hate men who mass report women on a microblogging site for disagreeing and attempting to have a rational discussion. I hate men who protect rapists and pedophiles just bc they both like to wear dresses. I hate men who think that they can mr. potato head their way into being a woman, that I’m nothing more than a collection of organs that they can take and sew inside themselves and wear my skin. I hate men who emulate sexist stereotypes of women to pretend to be us bc they don’t know anything about us. I hate men who steal medical terms from people with disorders of sex development so they can pretend to have a reason to say sex isn’t real. I hate men who are so narrow-minded that they can’t imagine a man in a dress being a man, or a woman with short hair being a woman.

I don’t hate trans people. I hate men.

#ask💚 #thanks for letting me vent anon💚 #ignore any typos tho it’s late and I’m sleepy #not an exhaustive list btw

[unhealthyfanobsession]

As we all know I posted the wrong story under this prompt earlier so here is the ACTUAL elevator story. Or, ✨I can’t stop writing Nessian lawyer AU’s✨

“No.” Nesta’s voice dipped into a horrified whisper. “No no no no no,” panicked muttering as she slammed a hand against the metal door over and over again.

Cassian cleared his throat to hide a laugh. “I don’t think physically or verbally abusing it is going to fix the problem, sweetheart.”

Nesta’s eyes were nearly the colour of the metallic elevator door as she turned to glare at him. “This is your fault,” she spat.

“Is it?” Cassian slipped his blazer from his shoulders and tossed it over the slim rail that ran along the mirrored elevator walls. “Can you remind me when I became an elevator mechanic, Archeron? Because I don’t remember going to school for that.”

Nesta scoffed, “you’re the one who said we had time to get coffee,” the ice in her oat milk latte clattered, “on a 15 minute recess!”

“We did have time to get coffee,” he shrugged, “we just didn’t have time to get locked in an elevator.”

Nesta cursed under her breath. “This is the last time I listen to those prattling calls about collegiality across the courtroom.”

“I’m wounded.” The glare was back at that comment, and Cassian had to admit it was starting to grow on him. Seeing her unnerved was oddly … endearing.

Nesta Archeron was always in control. Always prepared and never had a strand of golden brown hair out of place. Vanserea even warned him about her habit of pin pointing a judge to her opposing council’s point if they ever got lost in their own materials. Power move. Bitch move. That seemed to define Nesta Archeron from his brief interactions with her.

“Just relax, we’re both stuck in here, right? It’s not like they can start without us. We’ll get rescheduled. No one lives or dies by a shareholder resolution.”

Nesta scoffed - she was good at that, he noted. The dismissive little huff of breath that probably made lesser lawyers feel like an ant under her boot. “You would think that.”

Cassian raised an eyebrow, “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that not all of us work for our daddy’s firm and can never be criticized for anything.”

Cassian felt his jaw tense. “You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, Nesta.”

“Oh?” Nesta crossed her arms, pushing her chest out. The neckline of her shift dress was modest, but damn when she crossed her arms like that … no. Bad Cassian. Don’t objectify opposing council. Unless they ask for it… “so you don’t walk in to work every day and see your last name above the door?”

“Yeah I do,” Cassian shook his head. “And I’d give anything not to.”

Nesta rolled her eyes, “spare me the poor little rich boy story. If you wanted to make it on your own, you would have.”

Cassian took a step closer, “Being the bitter scholarship student gets old after a while too, Nes.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He grinned, that was a button he would enjoy pressing. “Just two stereotypes locked in an elevator.”

Nesta continued to glare, Cassian continued to grin and suddenly …

ding

“Finally!” Nesta exclaimed.

“We’ve long since missed our bench time,” Cassian righted his blazer as he casually strolled out of the elevator. “Let me take you for lunch instead. Maybe we can settle this thing and not have to get a new date at all.”

Nesta scoffed again. “I won’t be settling unless you are willing to bend over backwards.”

“For you, Nes? That sounds like an excellent Friday afternoon.”

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[ecoamerica]

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[feeshies]

Voyage of the Nautilus: The Gulf Stream pt. 2

Trying my hand at live-reading even though I was bad and read ahead. But this chapter hurts and I need to yell about it.

“Sir,” he told me that day, “it’s got to stop. I want to get to the bottom of this. Your Nemo’s veering away from shore and heading up north. But believe you me, I had my fill at the South Pole and I’m not going with him to the North Pole.”

I like Ned putting his foot down lol. Big "this party's going on for way too long, I'm calling the Uber" vibes.

“I keep coming back to my idea. We’ve got to talk to the captain. When we were in your own country’s seas, you didn’t say a word. Now that we’re in mine, I intend to speak up. Before a few days are out, I figure the Nautilus will lie abreast of Nova Scotia, and from there to Newfoundland is the mouth of a large gulf, and the St. Lawrence empties into that gulf, and the St. Lawrence is my own river, the river running by Quebec, my hometown—and when I think about all this, my gorge rises and my hair stands on end! Honestly, sir, I’d rather jump overboard! I can’t stay here any longer! I’m suffocating!”

Ned :((( This chapter is so anxiety-inducing and you can feel the dread. Also "When we were in your own country’s seas, you didn’t say a word. Now that we’re in mine, I intend to speak up" is such a good line.

I had a sense of what he was suffering because I also was gripped by homesickness. Nearly seven months had gone by without our having any news from shore. Moreover, Captain Nemo’s reclusiveness, his changed disposition, and especially his total silence since the battle with the devilfish all made me see things in a different light. I no longer felt the enthusiasm of our first days on board.

Aronnax :((( Nemo :((( I wonder if Aronnax's homesickness was amplified (or rather unlocked) after hearing one of the crewmen speak French during the devilfish fight. Everyone's depressed on this submarine.

You needed to be Flemish like Conseil to accept these circumstances, living in a habitat designed for cetaceans and other denizens of the deep.

Except for Conseil, who seems to be fine just chilling. Is this a Flemish stereotype? Should I be side-eyeing Aronnax?

Truly, if that gallant lad had owned gills instead of lungs, I think he would have made an outstanding fish!

I still think this line is super cute. I wish someone would say I'd be an outstanding fish.

“But I rarely encounter him. He positively avoids me.” “All the more reason you should go look him up.” “I’ll confer with him, Ned.” “When?” the Canadian asked insistently. “When I encounter him.” “Professor Aronnax, would you like me to go find him myself?” “No, let me do it. Tomorrow—” “Today,” Ned Land said.

Ned "either communicate with him or just dump him already!" Land.

I entered. The captain was there. He was bending over his worktable and hadn’t heard me. Determined not to leave without questioning him, I drew closer. He looked up sharply, with a frowning brow, and said in a pretty stern tone: “Oh, it’s you! What do you want?” “To speak with you, captain.” “But I’m busy, sir, I’m at work. I give you the freedom to enjoy your privacy, can’t I have the same for myself?”

My anxiety is off the charts. I also love how short and abrupt his sentences suddenly get. It makes the encounter that much more tense.

Aronnax saying they "were miles apart" ;-; Turns out the 20,000 leagues was the distance that grew between him and Nemo this whole time.

“Here, Professor Aronnax, is a manuscript written in several languages. It contains a summary of my research under the sea, and God willing, it won’t perish with me. Signed with my name, complete with my life story, this manuscript will be enclosed in a small, unsinkable contrivance. The last surviving man on the Nautilus will throw this contrivance into the sea, and it will go wherever the waves carry it.”

Only during my second reading did I realize that this is essentially a suicide note. Oh fuck. Then Aronnax going "👀 I wanna see that manuscript..."

The exchange between Nemo and Aronnax was brutal and tense, holy shit. You can feel Aronnax's anxiety and frustration and Nemo's impatience. The chapter they spent trapped under the ice wasn't as suffocating.

“Ned Land can think, attempt, or endeavor anything he wants, what difference is it to me? I didn’t go looking for him! I don’t keep him on board for my pleasure! As for you, Professor Aronnax, you’re a man able to understand anything, even silence. I have nothing more to say to you. Let this first time you’ve come to discuss this subject also be the last, because a second time I won’t even listen.” I withdrew. From that day forward our position was very strained.

I don't like it when they fight :(

But the skies became more and more threatening. There were conspicuous signs of a hurricane on the way. The atmosphere was turning white and milky. Slender sheaves of cirrus clouds were followed on the horizon by layers of nimbocumulus. Other low clouds fled swiftly. The sea grew towering, inflated by long swells. Every bird had disappeared except a few petrels, friends of the storms. The barometer fell significantly, indicating a tremendous tension in the surrounding haze. The mixture in our stormglass decomposed under the influence of the electricity charging the air. A struggle of the elements was approaching.

It's so cinematic aaaa. I love the way the weather matches the tension inside the submarine. Not the optimal weather for an escape, but I think Ned is in "I don't care if the price surge is 200%, I'm calling the Uber!" mode.

#voyage of the nautilus

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Wish come true - Adrien AUGreste Day 18+19

I imagined this one going slightly different but it ended the same, Adrien's Italian anger coming out in defense of the people he loves. Another thank you to @etherealxgenie for betaing. Masks

Adrien was still reeling from what happened earlier. He’d immediately gone to the Liberty after they left and they had to video chat Ivan and Rose – who surprisingly was home – to tell them the news. If he thought they were excited, Anarka was even more so. She might not like Jagged Stone but she was more than willing to cause trouble for Bob Roth. Adrien just hoped Juleka and Luka recorded when the two finally met.

He was typing out an email to his dad, bursting with excitement when he heard the front door open. He dropped his laptop to the side and climbed down his bed, running to the front door.

“Mama, Mama, you’re never going to believe what just happened! I got to meet – oh. I didn’t know we had a guest coming over.” behind his mother was an older gentleman. Compared to his father’s own style of suits, this man looked like a stereotypical high-profile lawyer, with his pressed suit and squirmy looking face.

“Adrien, I don’t know if you remember Signor St Claire? You went to school with his daughter Elizabeth in New York?”

Elizabeth? Then Adrien remembered. “Betty St Claire. Class president and president of the cultural society.”

“That’s my girl!”

And also, the most spoiled brat in the whole school. She was like Lila in terms of annoyance and Chloe, pre-change, in terms of behavior. She constantly insulted those she thought was beneath her, acting like her behavior was completely acceptable. Most of the students hated her, but because her father was a diplomat who was well known to be connected with politicians and the current president – who happened to also be a superhero – they would bend to her will. Adrien never had to, except when her mother was invited to parties by Betty’s father. Then, he had to pretend he was a follower of her, like he was this spoiled diplomat kid who had power and abused it whenever he wanted.

He hated that persona diplomate kids took, acting like just because their parents moved and they had a high pay check to pay for things it meant they could treat people who didn’t have that like crap. It took Adrien a long time to accept what his parents did as they’d been doing it since he was a child. It was rare they’d let him stay with his nonna in Italy while they moved. He learned to work with what he lived with, even more so when the fighting was getting worse. He had every right to be like those other kids but he wasn’t going to let them turn him into something he wasn’t. So, he didn’t spend much time with Betty, not playing her mind games, unless he had no choice. Betty had her father wrapped around her finger and she knew it. in a school full of people whose parents needed him for something, if they pissed her off or went against her, all she had to do was go crying to daddy and all that support would be ripped away. With her dad standing right there, it didn’t take much for Adrien to guess why he was here.

“I hear you’ve been pretty close to these new heroes and villains. Must have been quite scary getting akumatized.”

“Something like that. Thankfully people like mama are trying to do things that will help.”

“And we’re hoping Signor St Claire will offer his support as well.” his mother said.

“You’re really gonna have to convince me, Rossi. So, what are you going to make me for dinner?”

Oh god, he was one of those guys.

“Take out. You’ll be staying at the Italian Embassy while we host you, I’m sure you’ll get sick of Italian food very quickly. Adrien, caro, why don’t you suggest something?”

“Ever had bahn mi?”

“N-no. can’t say I have. I’ll have to ask for your suggestion.”

“While Adrien does that, how about a glass of wine?”

That brightened him up. “If you’d be so kind.”

Because the kitchen was open into the living area, Adrin slipped into Italian, but still spoke softly. Betty might not have passed her foreign language classes but he wasn’t sure about her father.

“What’s going on?”

“After Hero Day, all those who came to France to offer help and suggestions finally agreed on things that should be implemented. But after going over the budget, we don’t have as much funds. Most money is put towards counseling for those who’ve been akumatized and we don’t feel right taking money from that for these suggestions. So, we’ve asked our countries to donate and even gone to the UN. We’re getting a grant from them but we’re still missing a substantial amount, an amount that most countries wouldn’t think to have set aside for instances like this. Except, of course…”

“For the US, New York specifically.”

With all the heroes and villains that lived and centered themselves in the city, it wouldn’t be surprising if a lot of funding was directed there. And because Signor St Claire was so close with those who controlled the direction of the money…

“Will he say yes?”

“That’s what this visit is about. I wish your father was here, he’s much better at this interacting with people part.” His mama was more of ‘Let’s solve this problem together’ compared to his father’s ‘Hi, it’s so nice to meet you. Let's be friends so if either of us need something, we can come to each other.’ “We’re even having a ball to celebrate connections between Italy and America that he’ll be representing America at. Betty will also be there.”

“Mama.”

“Adrien, please. You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

And it was, god damnit, it was. If Paris wasn’t prepared for events where Miraculous Reset didn’t happen after a fight or if the heroes were unaware of the akuma due to its powers, they’d need help.

“You wanted to tell me something when we came in?”

Tell his mother about the best thing while they both had to deal with this? He was getting better at not hiding things from his parents, minus the thing with Lila, but he was sure Luka couldn’t begrudge him this.

“Not important. I’ll play nice.”

                             _______________________________

Luka looked around the reception area of the Italian Embassy. He’d seen pictures of a lot of museums and well-known buildings and castles in Italy and it seemed to fit. He mostly heard Italian being spoken, able to pick up a few words from what Adrien taught him, a bit of English and very accented French. The receptionist finally came around the corner, a man following her.

“Signor? This is Signor St Claire. He’ll be accepting the delivery.”

“I hear you have the name cards? And the ones for table settings?”

“Yes sir.” Luka handed him the box in question. He flinched a little when he pulled out a pocket knife to cut the tape and judging from the receptionist's face, she didn’t like it either. Opening the box and pulling out one of the cards, M. St Claire looked them over before nodding.

“Perfect. Here you go son.” He pulled out a $100 US bill and handed it to Luka, collapsing his knife and taking the box and leaving.

He looked at the sort of useless bill. His mom had a collection of $1 from every country she visited but he wasn’t planning on visiting America anytime soon. He was still trying to see if his school’s request to College Dupont would be accepted to allow him to join their class trip to London. He turned to the receptionist who’s exasperated face matched his.

“You can 100% say no, but do you mind…?”

“Of course. In fact, the Ambassador is heading to America with Signor St Claire when he leaves, I’m sure he’ll have change. I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you.” Unclipping his helmet, he pulled it off, ruffling his hair, wondering if he should text Adrien. The band’s parents were going to need to speak with Bob Roth and Jagged Stone to work out the details of the contract and their debut. He still couldn’t believe it when Adrien and Marinette told them. Adrien’s piano skills caught the rocker’s attention so much, he was giving them this chance to impress him just as much and Luka was dying to prove him right in giving them this chance.

“It’s so pretty!” Tikki climbed out of his hood, hiding under his hair as she looked around. “Is Adrien here?”

“I don’t know. I guess I could at least say hi to his mom.”

“It’s so small!” A new voice, accented French, worse than M. St Claire’s, echoed loudly in the hall as a girl Juleka’s age, with long curly red hair and a sneer on her lips came down the stairs. Following her, this odd look on his face was Adrien. “The school’s foyer is bigger than this. Daddy expects the party to be here?”

“The ballroom is big enough for the guest list.” Adrien said with a small smile. It didn’t seem real though.

“Please, it’s daddy. If they were at all smart, they’d have the ball at the hotel that idiot Mayor owns. I mean, can he even do that? Own a hotel, a movie company and run Paris? Though I guess the rest of the city knows where the actual power lies, with that brat of a daughter. I met her and she acted like she was so much better, with her little dog following her every word.”

Luka noticed Adrien’s hands clench, though the smile never left his face.

“Betty, this way, all the attention can be on you and your dad. A bigger ballroom would take away from that.”

The sneer morphed into a deformed smirk. “It would be a shame if that weren’t able to happen. My dress is from one of the best designers in New York. I hope you picked up some sense of fashion living here. I swear, you used to just wear whatever during free dress day at school.”

Luka then noticed it, Adrien’s heart song. It was normally a very pleasant piano melody. It’s tune changes depending on his mood. His favourite was the giddy yet soft tone it took when he kissed him. This… this was like you not knowing how to play the piano in terms of its chaos but oddly at the same time, you did know and you were going for a soundtrack that expressed all the anger in the world. But he still had that smile on his face.

“Well, no one can beat your fashion.”

“Obviously.” She scoffed, reaching the bottom of the stairs and heading to the front door when she spotted him. “And who are you? Thieves won’t get very far.”

“I don’t think he’s a thief.” Adrien jumped in. “Helmet and the fact that he’s still standing here probably means delivery guy?”

“Whatever. Still sure he’s stealing. I’m getting security.” The girl walked off before Luka could defend himself.

“I’m so sorry. Are you ok?”

“Are you? I can hear your heart song, it’s in chaos and you’re mad, like really mad. What’s going on?”

Before Adrien could answer, the receptionist returned, change in hand. “Here you are. Signor Rossi, anything I can help you with? Where’s Signoria St Claire?”

St Claire? As in the man who was carrying around a knife?

“Attempting to get security. I’ll go stop her. Sorry.” Adrien apologized, before running off after Betty. As much as he wanted to go after him, something told him it was better to leave. But he needed one more bit of information.

“Sorry, but is Boulangerie Patisserie doing pastries here tomorrow? I work as a delivery person for them and I was curious if I needed to plan to arrive early for this ball.”

“As far as I know, they might? We also have a local Italian bakery doing food as well.”

“Why did you want to know if Marinette’s family were working the event?” Tikki asked as he got to his bike.

“I haven’t heard from Adrien all day, so I want to know if this discord is something only, I've seen or if it’s something everyone knows about.”

Marinette was working at the register, her mother talking to someone on the phone and her father working away if the noise from the kitchen was any indication. She perked up at the sight of him, waving him over.

“Have you talked to Adrien?”

“I just saw him at the Embassy. Do you know what’s going on?”

“I don’t know the whole story, but he was dropped off by an embassy car this morning.” An odd start. Once Adrien knew his way to school, he either took the walk through the park or took the metro. “There was a girl with him. Chloe recognised her and Alya found her online. Elizabeth St Claire. She might have followers who are jealous of her lifestyle but most comments are about her behaviour and even Chloe couldn’t stand her. She met her the day before; her dad is an American diplomat with some pretty rich friends.”

Rich friends? “Wait, did Chloe mention anything about the decision for implementing things to help with akumas?”

“I think she said they agreed on things. She might have also mentioned something about money?”

When the talks started, his mom had mentioned she hoped they could afford it. Having to create a new budget to deal with akumatization was difficult and since Miraculous Reset fixed everything, the budget was kinda small. If Adrien was willingly hanging out with a person who’s manners clearly made him mad but had him biting his tongue, then there was a chance he had to pretend to be ok with this.

“Is your family doing an order for an event at the Italian Embassy?”

“Yeah, that’s why my mom’s on the phone. She’s doing a final check of their order. Did you want to come? The event’s in two days. I could use a hand as a waiter.”

“Please.”

                                    ________________________

“Can you believe that Boudoir girl? She looks like a little girl in that dress.”

“Bourgeois. Like the fashion critic. That’s her mother.” Adrien said, keeping the stupid peace though all he wanted was to shave Betty’s hair off. She was dressed in a backless short dress and had the nerve to say something bad about Chloe’s dress, the asymmetric hem and lace looking dainty on her, especially with her hair down.

“God, she must be so embarrassed that’s her daughter. I think I’d just kill myself.”

And he wanted to take the serving dish Luka and Marinette were carrying around and slam it on her head. Three days, he’d put up with her insults for three days while his mother tried getting the head of the St Claire family to agree to fund the ScarCat Assistance Program, as his mother finally announced it. He’d even heard Alya going insane over being asked to use the name for it. He'd distanced himself from his friends to keep his cool, which made things worse when Betty, who was always in the embassy car when he was dropped off, would loudly insult anyone she saw, giving fake smiles when they turned to her. He wanted to actually be violent with her, but he couldn’t. Not yet, not until his mom was covered. There’d been no approach by Scarlet Bug or Catseye about the note they left and while Scarlet Bug had disappeared the time he and Luka were going to St Vincent for the pictures, there was no telling what would happen if neither of the heroes were there to reset everything. They needed to program.

“Oh my god, look at those wait staff. What is this, such a sad excuse for Molin Rouge adaptation?”

“Moulin Rouge.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do than correct me all day?” she asked, turning to him.

“Sorry.”

She scoffed at him, walking away and he let his mask break a little to glare at her. Clearly Lila had spoiled him, he forgot how annoying she was.

“Deep breaths.” A very welcomed voice said, lifting a tray to him full of macaroons. “Yellow is your favourite.”

“Passion fruit.” He plucked one off and looked at his boyfriend. “I haven’t spoken to you in a while.”

“Marinette filled me in. Your ‘friend’ knows how to make an impression. If I didn’t know you, I would assume you were fine with her abuse.”

“We’re this close to getting the program, I just need to keep her happy.”

“Adrien!” Betty reappeared, looking annoyed. “You left me talking to myself like an idiot.”

Pasting that smile on again, he looked apologetic, “I didn’t know you wanted me to follow you. Macaroon?”

“Does it have eggs?”

“It’s a meringue cookie, so yes.” Luka answered. When he got a confused look he explained further, “Meringues are made with egg whites.”

“Gross. Get lost. Come on.” she dragged Adrien away, who gave Luka an apologetic look over his shoulder.

This continued and the mask of not being bothered was getting harder and harder to keep when his mother stepped on the steps and taped a fork to her glass. Once the room fell quiet, she smiled brightly.

“As many of you know, myself and other diplomates came to Paris to assist the mayor in efforts to help combat Hawkmoth and his attacks. During Hero Day it became very apparent we could not let this slip by us any longer. Measures and suggestions have been agreed upon and the Mayor is ready to implement the ScarCat Assistance Program, named after the famed blog that documents the heroes’ rescues. Our only issue had been money, even with donations made by each country. Tonight however, at this ball to celebrate the bond Italy and America have, their diplomat Signor St Claire has signed a check of 4 million and has already secured from the President of America, a hero in her own right, another 4 billion to put towards the program. With this, we can help Scarlet Bug and Catseye and for those moments where their magic fails, we have a way of helping the city when they can’t. a round of applause for Signor St Claire.”

“What kind of name is ScarBug? It sounds like a disease.” Betty said.

“The only disease is you and the words you constantly spew. It’s like you love hearing the sound of your own voice, even when it’s only capable of saying hate and insults. Take a look in the mirror you porca Eva and actually think for a second if by the time you leave school if anyone is going to want to be around you. I have put up with you insulting my friends these past few days when all I wanted to do was shove you down the stairs. Grow the fuck up and vaffanculo!” Adrien finally spouted. He was loud enough that they certainly got attention, but his mother had the band start playing again if only to distract a little.

“You can’t talk to me that way!”

“Why? You gonna go crying to daddy and tell him to pull the funding? Please, do that, in front of this whole ballroom, including the mayor of Paris and the cameras he has focused on him. I guarantee you that you’ll have gotten your dad fired faster than you can backstab someone.”

Betty let out a frustrated scream and stomped off and a few people who’d dealt with her applauded. He couldn’t help but truly smile as she tried complaining to her father, who was in the middle of guests.

“Caro, a word?” his mother whispered. “What were you thinking? I know you don’t like her but insulting her that loudly? And what about that language? I’m ashamed of you.”

“Mama, normally I’d care, even when it was Lila, but I don’t. It was bad enough playing nice with her at school when I couldn’t ignore her. I had to do it now while she insulted my friends, my boyfriend, staff at the embassy, I’m pretty sure you at one time.”

“Adrien.”

“Mama, I have wanted to do that for ages. Please, punish me later, but let me revel in this, just a little. Oh wait, don’t punish me.”

“And why not? Mio dio Adrien, your behaviour was worse than when you yelled at the Agreste girl in the middle of class.”

“I wanted to tell you before, Jagged Stone.”

“Did you find out I got you tickets? I have half a mind to ban you now.”

“You got me tickets? Wait, I’ll go back to that later. No, Marinette was commissioned to make a jacket for him and I went with her to ask him to save a ticket for me until I could get dad to send me the money, but turns out Marinette gets free tickets for the class. I was messing around on his piano during his fitting and he thought I was so good, he’s gonna get Bob Roth to honour his promise of a contract and he wants us to open for him at his first concert. Mama, Kitty Section is going to open for Jagged Stone.”

“You are? Oh caro, that’s amazing news! I’m so proud of you. It’s not getting you out of punishment, but I’m so happy for you.”

Ok, well he tried. But the good thing was, it sounded like he could do it and bonus, he was finally able to pull Betty down a few pegs.

#adrien augreste #Adrien AUGreste 2023

[blessedarethebinarybreakers]

I'm not the same anon as before but I was scrolling through like Side B/SSA catholic tumblr for a while and I feel truly terrible. then I remembered your post about just shooting you a message. My question is, when you think or believe God is LGBT affirming, how do you know you're not fashioning a God out of your own beliefs? it's a question I always hear from side b ppl and homophobes in response to affirming churches and I never know how to answer. like I'm catholic so I'm not sola scriptura and that doesn't bother me as much, but if I don't rely on tradition or the Bible then what am I relying on? I have so much faith in God, but everyone believes that their beliefs are true. Am I wrong to doubt the church tradition and should i have more faith in them to be rightly guided by God? Does trusting my own interpretation mean I'm twisting God to fit my own image? So sorry about the long ask.

cw homophobia, transphobia, queerphobia, unaffirming Christians

Hello anon! Ach ugh, I am bombarded with that accusation of "shaping God in my own image" all the dang time and it drives me up a wall.

While I acknowledge that we all have a tendency to want to find our own assumptions confirmed in scripture, I'm not the one conforming to the world's stereotypes and bigotry by casting God as a wrathful, abusive, anti-queer, white supremacist patriarch! I've been compelled to investigate and challenge my own beliefs time and time again — why don't my accusers take even a single moment to do the same with their assumptions and beliefs?

Anyway, to start with the question of rejecting tradition:

Christian tradition is so much richer and broader and more colorful than those in power want you to know!

Christians over the centuries have organized themselves into communities and relationships that many contemporary Christians would despise, as they break with heteronormative norms of the "nuclear family." Kittredge Cherry of QSpirit writes about much of this history in her articles on various Christian historical figures.

And Saints have experienced God in many-gendered ways from the start — and have experienced themselves that way too!

As Elizabeth Geitz explains,

"It is important to stress that throughout the Christian tradition, even the incarnate Christ, Jesus of Nazareth, was consistently imaged as both male and female. It is for this reason that Anglican theologian Mary Tanner stated at the Lambeth Conference of 1988 that the church needs to ‘recapture certain neglected strands of the tradition, especially from the mystics of the church, that help to point our way into the future.’

Recapturing and recovering lost tradition is what I am suggesting here, not inventing something out of whole cloth to answer only a twentieth-century concern. As committed Christians isn’t it appropriate that we teach all of the tradition of our church rather than just part of it?"

On to the next facet of your question —

Are we fashioning God in our own image / according to our own beliefs or desires?

I am told time and again that in order to believe that God affirms LGBTQA+ persons and relationships, I must "go against scripture." To the contrary, I find the God of scripture to be radically inclusive.

It’s only if you insist on a narrow reading of the Bible as the literal, inerrant word of God (and especially if you resist examining biases & failures translation) that those tiny handful of “clobber verses” require you to accept as “clear as day” that God isn’t LGBT affirming.

For my own framework of reading scripture that takes the Bible seriously but not literally, visit my webpage here. One problem I explore there is the one that Rachel Held Evans lays out in this quote:

“The truth is, you can bend Scripture to say just about anything you want it to say. You can bend it until it breaks. For those who count the Bible as sacred, interpretation is not a matter of whether to pick and choose, but how to pick and choose. We’re all selective. We all wrestle with how to interpret and apply the Bible in our lives. We all go to the text looking for something, and we all have a tendency to find it."

On that webpage, the last section responds to that accusation that “you’re just reading into the Bible what you want to believe!”

On a similar note, I’ve got an old post that explores 1. How to “know” we’re not just “justifying our sin” when we interpret God as affirming us; and 2. “If being gay is as natural and God-affirmed as being straight, why do we need to work so hard to prove it?” I direct you there for responses to those questions!

Finally, as you continue to grapple with arguments commonly made against us, I invite you to explore my rebuttals tag, where I compile responses to those common arguments. Some of the stuff in there that’s tangentially related to your questions:

I once wrote a sermon on the idea that when we give in to the idea that being LGBT is a sin, that’s “conforming to the world,” while embracing LGBT people as they are is living into God’s Kin(g)dom.

“How do you know God is okay with LGBT+ people?” Answer

Everything I thought I knew about God has changed now that I have accepted God affirms LGBT people – what do I do? / I don’t know the Bible or God like I thought I did – what do I do? Answer

This beautiful statement by Rabbi Shai Held about God’s love in the face of human rejection 

And of course, even more vital than tearing down others’ hate is to build up joy and love — so check out my #affirmation tag too, where among other things you’ll find examples of how various parts of scripture support the full affirmation and inclusion of LGBTQA+ persons.

Wishing you well, anon! Please let me know if you have more questions or requests for resources! <3

#issues in christianity #rebuttals #reading and studying the bible #reading into it

[miraculermarinette]

To add on to your annoyance, at least every major female character we’re introduced to have any semblance of a memorable personality/character stripped away to condense them into that common stereotype.

Marinette: She has an interesting character. She wants to be a fashion designer (That barely gets explored). She’s half chinese (Which is probably slapped onto her like a sticker to exotify her and in Kung Food she has to have a *white* guy explain her own damn heritage to her). She has a crush on Adrien (That can’t make her think straight, makes her obsessive, and clouds her moral judgement). She has several rivals for a boy who barely thinks of her as a “very good friend”.

Chloe: She had *some* depth in seasons one and two but that ultimately served no purpose as she’s reverted into some kind of murderous villain and hawkmoth’s pawn (Ket’s forget that she’s only a teenager). She is the classic white girl, blonde, and rich bully that amounts to nothing more than an obstacle for the stupid love square.

Kagami: A walking Japanese stereotype. She’s strict, stoic, businesslike and can’t even smile correctly. Also an obstacke for the love square. Her second apperance in Oni-Chan gave her two lines where she sulks over the fact that Lila kissed Adrien before being akumatized. She behave in a way that one would describe as a Yandere. Even if they dated in season four, the writers decided it was okay for Adrien to use her a Ladybug stand in, cheat on her emotionally, and half ass the relationship until Kagami broke things off. She is now delegated to cheering for the love square.

Lila: An Italian transfer student who didn’t even have a reason nor arc as to why she loves Adrien (It’s probably superficial). She’s supposed to be a master manipulator and liar (nevermind the fact that the universe has to bend over backwards and break already existing rules for her lies to work). Was only used total a grand of at least four episodes and all she amounted to was pointless and immature drama. She too like Chloe, became a spawn for Hawkmoth because Ladybug was mean ti her one time.

Case in point, tldr, the girls of MLB, at least the (supposed in Lila and Chloe’s case) important female characters are nothing but accessories for Adrien’s harem. It’s disgusting and sexist. To make matters worse, these girls are the most hated in the fandom and their crushes are portrayed as unreasonable and creepy, while Adricat’s is portrayed as romantic because he’s white, rich, and attractive. And a boy.

Go “girl power”!

Ikr!!

I always hated this double standard between the girls you mentioned above and Adrien. Adrien’s actions are seen as romantic and acceptable while the girls have to face long term consequences due to their crushes.

#miraculous ladybug #ml salt #thanks for the ask #adrien salt #marinette deserves better #stormiclown #ml sexism #ml writer salt

[chronicsyd]

Ok I’m gonna make a longer post discussing this later but the live action ATLA is taking a beating even Before it’s airing. Like there was always going to be a “it’s not as good” thing with it cause the og creators left a WHILE ago but now we’re hearing “oh we’re not making Sokka sexist cause that’s ‘too offensive’ now” honey, they gave Sokka Character development because he acted this way in the beginning of the show. Hell if it weren’t for his egregious sexism towards his sister in the First episode pissing her off they wouldn’t have found Aang in the first place.

Someone needs to tell these companies that there’s a difference between “getting rid of problematic stereotypes” (most old Disney stuff with poc and indigenous people) and “making sure problematic characters getting proper character development where they learn that said behavior isn’t okay” (basically everything that I said with Sokka before)

Because the way this is going we’re getting M. Night Shamalan levels of quality just with better cgi for the bending.

Sorry but this is gonna be a big fat Pass for me.

(Cause while PJO fans were basically nitpicking everything that was done in the show, a lot of the changes actually made sense for it being a show adaptation and updating it for modern audiences)

#avatar the last airbender #Netflix #live action avatar #pjo #pass #‘too problematic’ #it’s called character development #rant #I’m making a long post later #don’t you worry #oh boy #the thoughts with this one #i’ll pass