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jcmorgenstern · 5 years

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@superohclair oh god okay please know these are all just incoherent ramblings so like, idk, please feel free to add on or ignore me if im just wildly off base but this is a bad summary of what ive been thinking about and also my first titans/batman meta?? (also, hi!)

okay so for the disclaimer round: I am not an actual cultural studies major, nor do I have an extensive background in looking at the police/military industrial complex in media. also my comics knowledge is pretty shaky and im a big noob(I recently got into titans, and before that was pretty ignorant of the dceu besides batman) so I’ll kind of focus in on the show and stuff im more familiar with and apologize in advance?. basically im just a semi-educated idiot with Opinions, anyone with more knowledge/expertise please jump in! this is literally just the bullshit I spat out incoherently off the top of my head. did i mention im a comics noob? because im a comics noob.

so on a general level, I think we can all agree that batman as a cultural force is somewhat on the conservative side, if not simply due to its age and commercial positioning in American culture. there are a lot of challenges and nuances to that and it’s definitely expanding and changing as DC tries to position itself in the way that will...make the most money, but all you have to do is take a gander through the different iterations of the stories in the comics and it’ll smack you in the fucking face. like compare the first iteration of Jason keeping kids out of drugs to the titans version and you’ve got to at least chuckle. at the end of the day, this is a story about a (white male) billionaire who fights crime.

to be fair, I’d argue the romanticization of the police isn’t as aggressive as it could be—they are most often presented as corrupt and incompetent. However, considering the main cop characters depicted like Jim Gordon, the guys in Gotham (it’s been a while since I saw it, sorry) are often the romanticized “good few” (and often or almost always white cis/het men), that’s on pretty shaky ground. I don’t have the background in the comics strong enough to make specific arguments, so I’ll cede the point to someone who does and disagrees, but having recently watched a show that deals excellently with police incompetence, racism, and brutality (7 Seconds on Netflix), I feel at the very least something is deeply missing. like, analysis of race wrt police brutality in any aspect at all whatsoever.

I think it can be compellingly read that batman does heavily play into the military/police industrial complex due to its takes on violence—just play the Arkham games for more than an hour and you’ll know what I mean. to be a little less vague, even though batman as a franchise valorizes “psychiatric treatment” and “nonviolence,” the entire game seems pretty aware it characterizes treatment as a madhouse and nonviolence as breaking someone’s back or neck magically without killing them because you’re a “good guy.” while it is definitely subversive that the franchise even considers these elements at all, they don’t always do a fantastic job living up to them.

and then when you consider the fetishization of tools of violence both in canon and in the fandom, it gets worse. same with prisons—if anything it dehumanizes people in prisons even more than like, cop shows in general, which is pretty impressive(ly bad). like there’s just no nuance afforded and arkham is generally glamorized. the fact that one of the inmates is a crocodile assassin, I will admit, does not help. im not really sure how to mitigate that when, again, one of the inmates is a crocodile assassin, but I think my point still stands. fuck you, killer croc. (im just kidding unfuck him or whatever)

not to take this on a Jason Todd tangent but I was thinking about it this afternoon and again when thinking about that cop scene again and in many ways he does serve as a challenge to both batman’s ideology as well as the ideology of the franchise in general. his depiction is always a bit of a sticking point and it’s always fascinating to me to see how any given adaptation handles it. like Jason’s “”street”” origin has become inseparable from his characterization as an angry, brash, violent kid, and that in itself reflects a whole host of cultural stereotypes that I might argue occasionally/often dip into racialized tropes (like just imagine if he wasn’t white, ok). red hood (a play on robin hood and the outlaws, as I just realized...today) is in my exposure/experience mostly depicted as a villain, but he challenges batman’s no-kill philosophy both on an ethical and practical level. every time the joker escapes he kills a whole score more of innocent people, let alone the other rogues—is it truly ethical to let him live or avoid killing him for the cost of one life and let others die?

moreover, batman’s ““blind”” faith in the justice system (prisons, publicly-funded asylum prisons, courts) is conveniently elided—the story usually ends when he drops bad guy of the day off at arkham or ties up the bad guys and lets the police come etc etc. part of this is obviously bc car chases are more cinematic than dry court procedurals, but there is an alternate universe where bruce wayne never becomes batman and instead advocates for the arkham warden to be replaced with someone competent and the system overhauled, or in programs encouraging a more diverse and educated police force, or even into social welfare programs. (I am vaguely aware this is sometimes/often part of canon, but I don’t think it’s fair to say it’s the main focus. and again, I get it’s not nearly as cinematic).

overall, I think the most frustrating thing about the batman franchise or at least what I’ve seen or read of it is that while it does attempt to deal with corruption and injustice at all levels of the criminal justice system/government, it does so either by treating it as “just how life is” or having Dick or Jim Gordon or whoever the fuckjust wipe it out by “eliminating the dirty cops,” completely ignoring the non-fantasy ways these problems are dealt with in real life. it just isn’t realistic. instead of putting restrictions on police violence or educating cops on how to use their weapons or putting work into eradicating the culture of racism and prejudice or god basically anything it’s just all cinematized into the “good few” triumphing over the bad...somehow. its always unsatisfying and ultimately feels like lip service to me, personally.

this also dovetails with the very frustrating way mental health/”insanity” or “madness” is dealt with in canon, very typical of mainstream fiction. like for example:“madness is like gravity, all it takes is a little push.” yikes, if by ‘push’ you mean significant life stressors, genetic load, and environemntal influences, then sure. challenge any dudebro joker fanboy to explain exactly what combination of DSM disorders the joker has to explain his “””insanity””” and see what happens. (these are, in fact, my plans for this Friday evening. im a hit at parties).

anyway I do really want to wax poetic about that cop scene in 1x06 so im gonna do just that! honestly when I first saw that I immediately sat up like I’d sat on a fucking tack, my cultural studies senses were tingling. the whole “fuck batman” ethos of the show had already been interesting to me, esp in s1, when bruce was basically standing in for the baby boomers and dick being our millennial/GenX hero. I do think dick was explicitly intended to appeal to a millennial audience and embody the millennial ethos. By that logic, the tension between dick and Jason immediately struck me as allegorical (Jason constantly commenting on dick being old, outdated, using slang dick doesn’t understand and generally being full of youthful obnoxious fistbumping energy).

Even if subconsciously on the part of the writers, jason’s over-aggressive energy can be read as a commentary on genZ—seen by mainstream millennial/GenX audiences as taking things too far. Like, the cops in 1x06 could have been Nick Zucco’s hired men or idk pretty much anyone, yet they explicitly chose cops and even had Jason explain why he deliberately went after them for being cops so dick (cop) could judge him for it. his rationale? he was beaten up by cops on the street, so he’s returning the favor. he doesn’t have the focused “righteous” rage of batman or dick/nightwing towards valid targets, he just has rage at the world and specifically the system—framed here as unacceptable or fanatical. as if like, dressing up like a bat and punching people at night is, um, totally normal and uncontroversial.

on a slightly wider scope, the show seems to internally struggle with its own progressive ethos—on the one hand, they hire the wildly talented chellah man, but on the other hand they will likely kill him off soon. or they cast anna diop, drawing wrath from the loudly racist underbelly of fandom, but sideline her. perhaps it’s a genuine struggle, perhaps they simply don’t want to alienate the bigots in the fanbase, but the issue of cops stuck out to me when I was watching as an social issue where they explicitly came down on one side over the other. jason’s characterization is, I admit and appreciate, still nuanced, but I’d argue that’s literally just bc he’s a white guy and a fan favorite. cast an actor of color as Jason and see how fast fandom and the writer’s room turns on him.

anyway i don’t really have the place to speak about what an explicitly nonwhite!cop!dick grayson would look like, but I do think it would be a fascinating and exciting place to start in exploring and correcting the kind of vague and nebulous complaints i raise above. (edit: i should have made more clear, i mean in the show, which hasn’t dealt with dick’s heritage afaik). also, there’s something to be said about the cop vs detective thing but I don’t really have the brain juice or expertise to say it? anyway if you got this far i hope it was at least interesting and again pls jump in id love to hear other people’s takes!!

tldr i took two (2) cultural studies classes and have Opinions

#wow this was a hot fucking mess #i tried to be organized but my thoughts weren't coming out super well #again anyone interested please feel free to jump in or correct me at any place you feel like #i die on the ''jason todd would be treated horribly by fandom if he were a character of color' hill tho #i could go on about 1x06 until im blue in the face but that's the uhh overview. the executive summary.#dc titans #i need meta tags and shit for this show #god help me in too deep #finding the meta side of fandom was a GIFT tho i love this shit #so excited

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subjectsix · 5 years

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tscc for the meme!

the character i least understand: (whoa dude the type is still a smaller size wack)

interactions i enjoyed the most: anytime derek and john bonded or sarah and john did was the best. just the little domestic moments u kno. also cameron and derek just staring at each other like they’re waiting to see who’s going to deliver the most deadpan sarcastic comment first is a mood (i wanted them to be uneasy snarky friends but oof Fox cancellations)

the character who scares me the most: okay so like... not to be Over Dramatic or overshare akldfjhgkjdfhg but the first time i watched through the seasons (like 8 years ago? holy crap) i liked jesse bc i loved her character and what her motivations brought to the story, but something was really off putting to me abt her and I couldn’t figure it out? bc im a sucker for “gray” characters like that but I was Unnerved. and then waaaaay later i got out of this relationship where i had been like super manipulated/gaslit in it and hadn’t previously known it was like. a Bad unhealthy relationship. and when i rewatched and was like ohhhhhhh lol little me knew something was up even when she didn’t knowBUT now I love Jesse and delving into her character and motivations and understanding her (and I’m in a very good spot now! :D)

the character who is mostly like me: probably season one john? or charlie? john’s nerdiness for sure and probably charlie bc i spend a lot of time wanting to make sure everything and everyone’s okay and on the same page and alright and stuff

hottest looks character: all of them? listen... john looks like a very huggable human being. also i want sarah’s muscles thanks i love her

one thing i dislike about my fave character: i have so many faves its not fair. buuuuut one thing that did bother me a bit at times was characters not talking to each other? most of the time it worked thematically and character wise and it didn’t bother me but there were times where sarah or derek weren’t telling others stuff and i was getting mad akldjfhgkljdfhg.

one thing i like about my hated character: i. dont know if i have a hated character? i probably do but its been a bit too long... keep saying i need to rewatch but. i need to rewatch...for real

a quote or scene that haunts me: all of it the v second derek hit the floor, and also knowing the show was cancelled and getting that finale and just. having to sit there as the credits rolled. knowing that was it. funOH and john going to find charlie and then panicking and leaving when he actually finds him. my heart hurts

a death that left me indifferent: i guess derek also counts? bc the minute i realized we’d be getting him back (if it wasn’t cancelled) but in a different like time/light/characterization i was content with that

a character i wish died but didn’t: idk if i have one actually?? ? ? ?

my ship that never sailed: i feel like all the ships i didn’t care for did sail akldjfhglkjfhdg im just. not a jameron person. i just quietly ignored that kfdjlhglkjdfhg and a lot of people on ao3 seem to like derek and sarah but man. cant get with it.

it’s think about the reese/connor family hours now i love them sm..........

#scc #tscc #i FORGOT MY TAG FOR THE SHOW AGAIN FRICK #lexmurphy

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kweebtrash · 6 years

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FMN (M)

Pairing(s): Kino, Hongseok, E’Dawn, Hui x Reader. This one is Hui focused

Genre: SMUT AF, College AU, little fluffy

Summary: Sexual Liberation Pt 10. First person POV, heavy characterization of reader. just a bunch of smutty goodness in college.

Warnings: there’s a lot of sex over the course of the series. In this chapter, Hui’s voice literally being the bane of my existence, deep feelings, anal (of course), creampies, being pinning down to the bed, teasing, silk ties gripping the sheets

Word Count: 6k+

A/N: I flipflop between stage names and real names. Sometimes the formatting can be weird between mobile and desktop:/ Italics mean memories/past events and thoughts. I missed Hui a lot but I have no idea why this chapter was so hard to write. honestly just tell me it sucks im so sorry

Sexual Liberation Masterlist

Ficspiration:

“FMN” Jr Castro Ft Timbaland

“Swim Good.” Hui ft. Somin

A lump appeared in my throat when I saw him. He was leaning against the door, arms crossed across his chest and brows furrowed into an angry scowl. He was dressed as the Crow, his hair returning to it’s darker blue black color, face painted in black and white. A long black trench coat dusted across his combat boots and tight leather pants encased his thighs. He was still gorgeous even though he looked like he could kill me in an instant. I knew that this situation was grave. I hadn’t expected to sleep with Hongseok and I definitely never expected anyone to find out about it-at least not this way. Now I was forced to face Kino and remember the amazing night we had just a week ago. My body tensed as he spoke first.

“You missed a spot.” He growled and pointed to my neck. My eyes widened and I quickly realized he meant that I hadn’t completely gotten rid of the evidence of Hongseok’s orgasm. I wiped it away quickly and fumbled with my fingers.

“Um...hey.” It was all I could think to say at the time. I didn’t meet his eyes and instead looked over at the dresser.

“You fucked Hongseok.” He stated, flatly.

I swallowed hard and shifted my gaze back down to my feet. He was making me feel ashamed. Like I somehow should’ve never gone near Hongseok. He sounded so mad...Were his feelings hurt? I didn’t want to do that to him, especially after I realized that I felt something deeper for him. But also we weren’t tied down together just yet. He wasn’t my boyfriend and we still had an agreement that we could be with anyone. Why was he so angry about Hongseok? “I can fuck whoever I want. I mean I fuck Hui and Hyojong so what does it matter about Hongseok?”

“Because Hui-hyung and Hyojong- hyung are just fucks. Hongseok is different.”

“Different how exactly? We’ve only had sex once and that’s all.”

“You know exactly how. I can see it in your eyes.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but I don’t like your attitude.” I grabbed my heels and rolled my eyes. “You haven’t even spoken to me since the day we all hung out in the rec room. Not one text or snap or video call. Nothing. Now you’re barging in here being pissed that I slept with Hongseok? Please.” I went towards the door trying to leave but Kino pushed me against it, his hands teasing pressure against my neck.

“Answer me this, do you want him?”

I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to his hands on me. I was still sensitive to everything that Hongseok had done to me just a bit ago. I felt my skin heat up instantly but I willed myself to concentrate, my anger overcoming the hurdle of my passionate emotions. “Is that really what you want to know? So you can win your jealousy ridden pissing contest?!”

“I’m not jealous!” He yelled. “Just tell me if you want to be with him or not!”

I grabbed his hair and yanked back hard, pushing him away from me. He bit his lip as an angry groan left him. “I don’t have to tell you shit! We have an agreement. No strings attached. And now you’re upset because I had sex with someone else? What kind of sense does that make?”

He scoffed and completely dodged my question. “Fine! You know what, if you want to fuck him, that’s fine. Go ahead and fuck him. It doesn’t matter to me. You can be with him for all I care too because i’m done with you.”

My eyes widened at his sudden exclamation. “D-done? You mean…” I looked away from him blinking back tears. I definitely didn’t want him to see me cry over this and i definitely didn’t want him to see through the facade I created about not caring about his feelings. I cared about him, way too much in fact, but he didn’t seem like he really wanted to be with me which is why this whole thing was so strange. Sure we had some intimate moments but we went on and continued as if nothing had happened. That was until he started slamming doors and acting jealous for no reason.

He shifted his weight and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Y-yeah...We’re done.” His voice seemed a little quieter now.

I swallowed back my feelings and filled myself with fake pride. “Fine! I have other people to be with. You’re nothing special to me.” The words felt like they burned my tongue as soon as I said them. The look on his face showed something akin to heartache before shifting into his usual scowl. Maybe he was trying to keep up a facade too but right now I couldn’t even stand to be around him. I pushed my hair back and grabbed the door handle, taking a deep breath before running out of the room and the apartment. I didn’t stop until I reached my car, pulling myself into it and slamming the door behind me. God I fucking hated him. What difference did it make that I hooked up with Hongseok? At least Hongseok cared about how I felt during and after sex. He was just being so aggressively stupid I wanted to scream. And on top of all that it hurt...it hurt so fucking bad that he didn’t want anything to do with me.

I pressed my forehead to my steering wheel and let the hot tears run down my face, streaking through my makeup. My body was shuddering from the intensity of my tears, my whole chest feeling constricted into a knot. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my window which made me jump up. I looked up and saw Hui standing outside my car. He beckoned for me to open the door and I did, not saying a word. He seemed to except my solemn silence and instead opened his arms for me. I got up quickly and threw myself into his chest heaving the entirety of my feelings onto him. My breath hiccuped and stalled every once in awhile and he rubbed my back slowly, patiently waiting for me to calm down. I was shivering against him since I was still in my makeshift “costume”. He pulled away from me gently and kissed my forehead. “Come on. Let me take you home.” I nodded quickly and let Hui guide me over to the passenger’s seat. I gave him my keys before getting into the seat and curling up immediately. Just being in my car now had my skin crawling as I remembered the night I spent with Kino. Hui closed my door and got into the driver’s seat. I hoped that he wouldn’t go the speed limit so I could get out of the car quicker. The ride was silent, almost painfully so but it went faster than I expected. He parked in my usual lot and we got to his dorm in no time flat. As soon as i was in his room i took off every piece of clothing I had on. I collapsed onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow and forcing myself not to cry anymore.

Hui joined me a few moments later, his clothes discarded by mine. His arm pulled me closer to him until we were laying on our sides face to face. My heart sunk even more. The sight of Hui taking caring me was one I knew all too well. It created a pit in the recesses of my stomach. A question surfaced on my tongue spilling out before I knew it. “Why do you always take care of me?”

He chuckled lightheartedly. “Why do I always take care of you? Is that even a question? Because I care about you.” He set his hand on top of mine and I held it.

“Yeah but...you’re so patient and loving. Why the hell do you even put up with me?”

“Well you’re definitely a pain in the ass but the pussy’s good so..”

“Hui!”

“I’m joking! I’m joking!” He laughed again. “Well partially. You know I love your ass more.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled the covers up over us. “I’m well aware, Hwitaek.”

“Ouch, don’t full name me. You only do that when I’m in trouble. I’m not in trouble, am I?”

I shook my head. “The opposite. I don’t know if it’s because i’m pretty vulnerable right now or because i’m a glutton for punishment, but you’re making my heart do some strange things.”

“You always make my heart do strange things.” He leaned in closer to me, pausing momentarily above my lips. He wasn’t trying to take advantage of what I had been through. Instead, he wanted me to let him know it was all okay. And I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him slowly, a mixture of sadness and comfort. His hands rubbed my hips gently, occasionally sliding up to the small of my back. My stomach was against his now and his kisses left my lips to trail across my shoulder and collarbone. He fell into a soft rhythm of tender kisses, decorating my body with heated trails. I sighed softly, sliding my fingers through his hair and petting him gently. He leaned into my touches like a kitten, wanting more. I smiled and brought his head to my chest giving his scalp light scratches. Hui sighed and laid comfortably against me, the room quieting to the stillness of our breathing. How could I have ignored him? How could I have been so wrapped up in everyone else that I had forgotten about him? Yet here he was with me, in my arms, with probably just as many thoughts that I was having but never questioning me. I wondered if he was okay with letting me sort out my feelings amidst everything that was going on. My hand trailed down his back, tracing his spine as he fell into the early stages of sleep. I laid awake for most of the night wondering what the hell I was going to do with myself.

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When i woke up Hui was gone. His keycard was left beside me and a text on my phone told me he had a shift at the cafe in the student center. He’d be gone for hours and wouldn’t be home until late. That was fine by me. I was already scheming up a plan to treat him. He deserved as much as I could give him and more. It took me about twenty minutes to will myself out of bed but I got there eventually. My hips were still sore, my heart still heavy, but i was determined to at least try and make today better than the last. I would put everything that happened with Kino out of my mind and focus on Hui. I went to his closet and stole another one of his hoodies (I’m sure he’d be looking for them soon. I had about 3 in my closet right now) and found some sweatpants he had in his hamper. Whatever. I just needed to walk to my dorm in normal clothes instead of the lingerie from my costume. I put the keycard in my pocket and gathered up my costume before peeking my head out. The tv was on in the living room and i mentally cursed. I didn’t really want to run into Hongseok or Kino right now. Quietly I tiptoed out of Hui’s room and crept towards the front door. I could see feet hanging off of the armrest of the sofa but no sign of who it was. My hand rested on the handle of the front door and i twisted it as slowly as possible, keeping my eye on the couch. Suddenly I heard my name from down the hall. Hongseok was staring right at me and Kino sat up quickly from the couch. I looked at Hongseok, then at Kino, then Hongseok, then at Kino who both stared back at me. I swung open the front door and fucking booked it. Shit, shit shit! Gotta go fast!

It wouldn’t be a day in my life if I didn’t run away from my problems. One day I would face those problems head on, but not today, Satan, not today. I managed to get to my dorm in record time. My roommate wasn’t there. It was still early enough for her to be at church singing the god’s good gospel while I went to the back of my closet and got out my box of sex toys. I dug through the stuff Hyojong brought me, pushing them aside until I found all my anal accoutrements. I sighed deeply. The things I did for Hui.

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It was around 10 pm when I texted Hui to see if he had come home from work yet and if i could come over. He responded fairly quickly and I was off to meet him at the dorm, my overnight bag in tow. I still had his keycard from earlier and I prayed that I didn’t have the same problem of running into Hongseok and Kino again. I really hated that they all freakin’ lived together. As if me fucking them all wasn’t enough. I unlocked the door and looked around. The coast seemed to be clear and I could hear Hui recording in his room. I bit my lip as I heard the slow, sensual tempo coupled with his signature falsetto that always made me weak. I loved listening to him sing. His voice did so many things to my mind, body, and soul. Those high notes always had me weak in the knees. I stood by his door for a moment, ears pressed against the wood as his voice crashed over me like a wave, every note caressing my skin and filling it with a passionate heat.

I dont know…

Make you mine...

My heart was beating faster, my thighs losing all of their ability to keep me grounded. I raised my hand to rasp softly on the door but froze as I heard when I heard that line again.

I’ll just make you mine…

I bit my lip and swallowed hard, finally knocking on the door. The music stopped and Hui opened the door, smiling at me. “Hey,” He kissed my forehead. “Why'd you want to come over?”

“Oh, i need a reason to come over now? I cant just hang out with you?” I teased him as i slipped inside and sat my bag on the floor.

“You know that's not what i meant, babe.”

“Oohh i'm babe today.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. He smiled down at me briefly until he saw what i had on.

“Did you steal another hoodie from me….”

I stood quiet for a moment. “Noooooo….”

“UGHHH you always take them! Give it back! I don't even have any left in my closet!”

“i just had to wear something to get to my dorm! But if you want it back so bad, fine.” I pulled his hoodie over my head and handed it over to him. His head cocked to the side and he stared at my bare chest, presumably entranced at the fact that i wasn’t wearing anything underneath the sweater. “Hui….” I snapped my fingers at him and his eyes trailed back to mine.

“Hmm?”

“Don't act like such a 12 year old boy. You've seen my tits before. They're there. Being boobs.”

“I still like them! And i still like seeing them! But youre not getting this back.” He went to his closet and set his hoodie on a hanger while i peaked over at his computer.

“I heard some of this outside the door. It sounded amazing.” I looked back at him. “Will you sing some for me?”

“Sure….Do you wanna stay like that?” He motioned at my naked torso.

“Do you want me to stay like this?”

“i'm just saying. It's cold so...you know...but i mean if you want you can just stay like that...being...there….being hot.”

“Why, Lee Hwitaek! If i didn't know better i'd say you were flirting with me!” I said in my best fake southern belle voice.

He laughed as he sat down in his desk chair. “You're an idiot.”

“Yes, but i'm your idiot. Now sing for me.”

“Okay, okay!” He hit play on his computer and got closer to the microphone. He closed his eyes and surrounded me with his sultry voice again. I stayed behind him watching his every move as he poured himself into the song like he always did. It was one of the most sexiest things he could do. My fingers drummed softly across his shoulders, rubbing them for a moment before sliding down his chest. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat for a second before resuming his singing. I smirked just a bit from watching him get heated under my touch. I continued distracting him with caresses across his chest, trailing up to his neck. His head tilted back slowly and i slipped the silk tie i had nestled in my pocket over his eyes, tying it behind his head.

“So that's why you wanted to come over.” he smirked.

“You know i can leave right now, Hui.”

“Noooo,” He whined softly. “Stay. We haven't had any time to just ourselves in awhile.”

“I know baby.” i kissed him gently. “And i'm sorry about that. I felt so bad so I planned this all to treat you.”

His cheeks were burning pink. “R-really?

I moved to the front of the seat, dipping between his knees. Of course he couldn't see any of this but that was the point. I wanted to thrill him and make every single move a surprise, filling him with anticipation. I pushed his knees apart gently and he reached forward to pet my hair. I grabbed his wrist and forced his hand to the chair. “Hwitaek, behave for me.”

He licked those gorgeous full lips of his, teasing his bottom lip between his teeth. Sonuvabitch. Every single time any one of my boys did that i was instantly begging for them to fuck me. I hated it. But Hui wasnt doing it intentionally(this time). I could tell he was already easing into the feeling of me touching him, wondering what I was going to do to him next. My hands trailed up his thighs that were still trapped in his work pants. The faint scent of coffee and whipped cream still lingered on him making him smell so sweet. My fingers went to work on unbuttoning his pants, trailing the zipper down in an anguishing tease. Hui was already pushing his hips forward encouraging me to take him on. Of course i ignored him and instead focused my attention on kissing around his abs, my tongue following the path of his happy trail before veering to his hip bone. His hip bone was one of his favorite places that I left marks on. The feel of his clothes pressing against the sensitive area after i had marked my territory had him leaving class early and begging to come find me all last semester.

The first kiss i landed made his hips twitch and his fingers gripped the sides of the chair tighter. I could almost hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears. I kissed the spot again while my hand worked the center of his jeans, rubbing in time with each lick and kiss. He was hardening with each pass of my fingers, increasing the length they had to travel each time. I looked up and i could see his head tossed back and he was trying so hard not to moan out loud. His moans were always enough to make Kino or Hyojong bang against the wall when they were trying to get some sleep. There were also plenty of times where his moans got us in trouble and suddenly there were 4 people in a tiny twin size bed flowing with a rotation of fucking. My lips smirked at the memories, the times before where everything was easier and my heart didnt flutter every time one of them came near me.

“Pl-please…”

My ears instantly grabbed onto his plead, letting it flow through my body. My teeth sunk into his skin and i sucked deeply, pulling a loud groan from him. I slipped him out of the confines of his briefs, his thickness laying against his stomach, already begging for more attention. I swirled my finger around the perimeter of his head, my nail tenderly scratching the sensitive skin ever so slightly. “Is all this for me?” I whispered against his freshly bitten skin of his hip.

He nodded quickly being on his best behavior so I could treat him more. I kissed the marks on his hip before shifting my focus to his cock. I licked up the length of his shaft slowly, savoring the way he felt on my tongue. I flicked my tongue against his head before repeating my motions. He was already trying to press against my lips and encourage me to take more of him into my mouth. I gripped his base firmly, letting him know that I was in control, and steadied his hips before kissing his tip. His breath was already beginning to become ragged, morphing into the occasional moans that accompanied me slipping him into my warm mouth. I bobbed my head slowly, working his shift and swirling my tongue around his veins. Inch by inch I swallowed down more of him, almost filling my throat completely with his cock. I looked up at him, loving the way he looked so wrapped up in pleasure. I pulled away with a quick pop, licking my lips and swallowing back the taste of his pre cum. “That’s only just the beginning, Hui.”

“You’re killing me.” He panted. I smirked and kicked off my shoes before sliding down his sweatpants that I was still wearing. I had a much bigger surprise for him planned but for now I straddled his hips, hovering just above his cock and pressing myself against him. Slowly, i rocked my hips, dragging the slick center of my panties up the length of his shaft. Hui’s head dropped forwards onto my chest as he released a soft string of curses. I tilted his head to the side and took the opportunity to capture his neck in slow kisses, sucking on his adam's apple and adding small bites wherever i wanted. Each of his breaths were coming in faster now as his hips rolled to meet mine. The tip of his cock grazed against my clit with each pass making me shudder. The lace between us added the slightest bit of friction which only increased the pleasure of our slow grinding. Our moans and soft pants mixed together creating our own music. Hui's hands rose from the side of the chair and slid across the expanse of my thighs, rubbing small circles into my skin. “Fuck, youre so wet already…” He whispered.

I licked his lips slowly, pulling away every time he tried to deepen it into a kiss. “That’s what happens when you sing for me, baby.”

“I want more...please?”

I rose my hips a little bit and focused my attention on sliding just the very tip of his cock against my slick folds, sinking down ever so slightly when he met my entrance. His grip on my thighs mimicked what he had on the chair just a few moments ago, his nails digging into my skin as his knuckles edged into a bright white. “Hwitaek,” I reprimanded. ‘You weren’t supposed to let go of the chair. If you're going to be like this then ill stop.”

He shook his head quickly. “No...no please. I just…” He pulled me closer to him, pressing hot open mouth kisses along my torso, making stops to suck on my nipples and bite the swell of my breasts. “I need you.”

I finally allowed him the pleasure of a kiss before sliding off of him. “Ok, ok,” I smiled. “I guess i've teased you long enough.” I grabbed him by his hand and pulled him up from the chair. He followed me easily to the bed and i made quick work of removing all his clothes. I saved the silk tie for last, untying it and tossing it onto the bed. He blinked a few times, his eyes readjusting to the the dim light of his room before he caught sight of me crawling into the bed, my ass on full display. My lace heart cut out panties accented the shape of my ass and gave him perfect view of the pink gem plug i had nestled inside me. I looked back at him and smirked. “Do you like it?”

His jaw was hanging and it took him a long time to stop staring but when he did he practically jumped onto me, cupping my face in his hands and pulling me into a deep kiss. “God, I love you.” My entire world stopped, my mind warping into a permanent replay of what I just heard. My heart was skipping beats and I could barely keep up. Every time i tried to say anything my mouth was overwhelmed by the hot wave of his tongue against mine. My hands sought refuge on his shoulders pushing him away gently.

“H-hui…” I said, breathlessly.

He looked down at me and pushed my hair back gently. My face felt like it was on fire after hearing those words and especially seeing the look he was giving me. I couldn't help but cover my face and try and hide from him. He laughed, a laugh like warm honey, and pulled my hands away. “What are you hiding for?”

“You...you said…”

He just smiled at me and continued the parade of kisses against my lips. I eventually relaxed under his touches and let him take over. I laid back against the bed and watched as the panties were slowly eased off my body and tossed to the floor. My legs fell open welcoming Hui to lower himself between them. His warm lips decorated my thighs in sweet kisses while his fingers hooked around the base of the plug. Little by little he pulled it out slowly, my body encouraging it to release. I heard a deep hum of approval from Hui before his tongue found itself deep inside me. I raised my hips just a bit so he had easier access between my cheeks which were spread open by his thumbs. My eyes fluttered closed and i sighed softly focusing entirely on the way he was making my body. My heart was racing, his name staining my lips over and over. His heated hands rubbed across my cheeks, sweeping up towards my hips which he clutched tight. My fingers tangled themselves in his soft hair edging him closer and deeper within me while my free hand rested on his, our fingers sliding together instantly. I felt him pull away which earned him an annoyed whine, especially since I was begging for him to tongue me deeper. “Huiiii…”

He shifted back onto his knees and secured his arms around my back, easily lifting me to sit on his lap. I gasped and smiled down at him from my new found angle, tilting his head up so I could melt into his lips. I felt his hand ease itself between us, guiding himself to my eager entrance. I sunk down easily, biting down on his lip and tugging as i felt his entire length fill me. I pressed my hand on his chest, steadying myself as I began to roll my hips, a slow rhythm of pulling out and sinking back down onto him. He kept a firm grip on my lower back, guiding me to where we both felt the most pleasure. His other hand pushed my hair out of my face, a chunk wrapped in his fist as he pulled my head to the side. I expected him to kiss my neck but instead he whispered against my jugular. My skin held the whispers he uttered about anything and everything he wanted to do to me and all i could do was become a mewling mess under his kiss, his touch, his words. He landed a kiss that was wrapped in a smirk against my neck, the pleasure of hearing me moan his name increasing the friction between us. His lips trailed lower to wrap around my breast, sucking deeply and hungrily as his hips pressed into mine. He felt so good deep inside me. It was like he was making an electrifying heat pool in the pit of my stomach.

My hand crept up to cup the back of his head, keeping him tight against my chest, loving the way his tongue teased my nipple. His hips were bucking faster than my slow rolls making my walls clench tight around his girth. His hand left my hair and instead slipped between my cheeks. He didn’t waste time plunging two fingers into my already gaped rim. My mind floated back to the first time we were got together in the piano room. “Hmm, this seems familiar.” I panted and chuckled softly.

He nodded against my chest, thrusting his fingers at the same speed of his hips. “I loved watching you. I still do. All you need is that cute school girl skirt. Fuck…” I could tell he was holding back by the way he was throbbing inside me. He was saving the best for last but he always worked me up first before even thinking of plowing into my ass. I wanted him to have exactly what he wanted. “Fuck me now, Hui. The way you want to.” He pulled away from my chest and slowed his hips, easing me off him. His cock glistened with a mixture of our cum making him perfectly slick. I turned onto my hands and knees and I dipped my back low, my stomach pressing into the mattress with my ass raised high. He was on me instantly practically mounting me. I reached back and spread my cheeks wide allowing him a perfect view of my hole. Hui kept a his hand firm against my lower back as his cock slid against my gape, spreading our cum over me before easing his head into it. My eyes fluttered closed and I bit down on my lip, keeping my moan trapped. He was already stretching me further than the plug did. It was driving me insane. Little by little every bit of him sunk into me and he rested there for a moment, allowing my prestretched walls to adjust. He bent over my body trailing wet kisses down my spine, the room filling with the soft sounds of us panting. I spread my knees a little wider welcoming him to start moving. The first thrust was small and tentative. Even though we had done this plenty of times before he always took pride in making sure i felt nothing but pleasure. I could feel the pressure deep within my stomach. My body reacted instantly and i was pushing back against him in no time.

Hui moved his hand to grip the back of my neck, pinning me to the bed. I couldn’t move under him but it made everything that much more intense. His thrusts were slow and rough, the sound of his skin slapping against mine echoed in my ears almost blocking out the way my heart was thundering. My teeth forwent my bottom lip and instead found their new home buried deep in Hui's pillow. All my sounds were muffled but he could still hear every moan and scream i made. I could feel his eyes on me, watching the way he slid in and out of my ass which wrapped around him so perfectly. My walls were clenching around him, welcoming his swollen member and his impending orgasm. Just thinking about him cumming inside me had my thighs quaking and threatening to collapse under me. His free hand wrapped around my waist, pressing against my stomach, feeling the head of his cock pressing into my walls. My hand clutched desperately at the sheets clenching them in my fist. My other hand slid between my legs and i pushed several fingers inside myself, greedily wanting to feel even more pleasure.

My hair clung to my sweat drenched face, my teeth practically ripping at the pillowcase. I could feel myself on the brink of an orgasm. I was rocking faster. Harder. Screaming for my release. Hui's grip on the back of my neck tightened as my name spilled from him, mixed in with curses and pet names. I looked back at him through the strands of hair that were sticking to me. His eyes were closed, mouth torn between moans and screams of passion. I pressed my ass flush against his hips making sure he could fill me completely. I slid my fingers out from within me, trailing them up my folds and concentrating rough circles on my clit. Hui swelled inside me and my entire being shuddered as I was filled with an intense heat. A wave of ecstasy hit me hard and i screamed into the pillow. My body tried to contain all of Hui’s cum but i could feel it already spilling out of me. “Fuck Hui…” I groaned into the pillow. My legs gave out of me and i collapsed onto the bed with Hui’s thrusts slowing to a languid roll. He braced himself on his arms so he wouldn’t crush me. His cum trickled down between my folds and I couldn’t help but lick my lips, a devilish smile crossing my lips. I gathered some of his cum on my fingers and swirled it around my clit before diving into my entrance again. Hui pulled my hand away and lowered himself to whisper against my ear.

“Youre being bad.”

I turned my head quickly and captured him in a deep kiss, sucking on his lips and tongue greedily. “I love the way you feel inside me.”

“Mhmm…” He moaned against my lips. “You are seriously the best.”

“I'm glad you liked your surprise.” I eased myself onto my side, allowing Hui to spoon me instantly. He kept himself buried deep inside my ass and I welcomed it, feeling comforted by having him there. He bought my cum slicked fingers to his lips and trailed his tongue across them, swallowing down our taste.

“We taste so good together.” He moaned before morphing our hands together. He buried his face between my neck and shoulder, planting warm kisses against my neck. I pulled the covers up over us and settled into our familiar position of comfort. “Did you mean it?” i asked softly.

He nuzzled my neck, muffling his response. “Mean what?”

“What you said...earlier. Or were you just caught up in the moment?” Saying the latter out loud made my heart feel heavy.

“That I love you?” My heart skipped a beat again. The way he said it so casually still blew my mind.

“Yeah...that. That's um...i've never had anyone say that to me before.”

He sighed and leaned away from me a bit. “It's complicated.”

“Boy, youre fucking telling me. Christ on a cross.” I sighed, comforted by the fact that we were both in the same position emotionally.

“I didn't really mean to say it but i also don't like...not mean it? I really do care about you. And i definitely have feelings for you. But i know that you may not want to be with me.”

“What? Hui, thats not true at all. I want to be with you. In fact i want to be with a lot of people and that's why i've basically fucked everything up. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Not at all.”

“You're not the only one. We contributed to it too. So we're all dumbasses here. Just take your time with it. I'm patient. I want you to be sure of your feelings above everything else.”

I groaned and pulled him close to me. “I hate when you say those things to me. You're so perfect.”

He chucked and squeezed me tight to him. “Barely. But if it gets me some boyfriend points then by all means keep saying it.” He kissed my cheek and laid his head back on the pillow. “By the way you're not borrowing my hoodie tomorrow.”

“I'll have you know i brought my own clothes this time. I came prepared. Im still gonna steal your hoodie though.”

“I'm going to get a safe and lock them up. You're like a dragon with a hoard.” he yawned then fell into a softer sigh. I could tell he was trying to stay up just to banter with me and protect the dignity of his hoodie. But he was definitely not going to win this one. I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and smiled.

“Go to sleep, Hui. I'm not going anywhere.” I closed my eyes and stayed wrapped up in his warmth not even paying attention to my phone vibrating at the bottom of my bag.

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bad-puns-and-even-worse-magic · 6 years

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not a prompt but whats your pet eeves about dr. strange fanfics? im trying to write him and cant figure it out???

so this is more about stephen’s actual characterization than just pet peeves so like, stuff to think about when writing him;

1) uhhh saying he’s never been disintegrated? or died? the guy was blown to pieces by dormammu. fading away to dust probably looks like a pretty nice way to go. (proof: uhhh the entire last ten minutes of Doctor Strange 2016)

2) he’s poor. he has no money and he spent what he had left to go to nepal. also? he doesn’t have a job and being the master of the new york sanctum probably takes up a lot of his time. stephen’s whole job is to look over the dimensional rifts and repair them. not a whole lot of money in that. (proof: he and wong can’t get enough money to get a sandwich from the deli in IW, stephen selling all his stuff for his surgeries and is homeless before he gets to Kamar-Taj in Doctor Strange)

3) stephen strange is a pacifist who only uses violence when absolutely necessary. he wouldn’t punch someone cause he’s mad at them. actually, he avoids punching in general unless in his astral form like just look at his hands??? ouch (proof: cried??? when he killed a man?? and then gets frustrated when people call him a coward because of it but doesn’t even kill the zealots in the end)

4) he has a knack for the mystic arts in a way no one else does and it’s not because of his ‘good memory’ or because of diligent studying. stephen sees sorcery in a way no other person does besides, maybe, the ancient one. (proof: Mordo’s “it takes more than a ‘good memory’” and Wong’s “you may have a knack for the mystic arts but you still have a lot to learn”)

5) he STRUGGLED with magic at first. he had to rewrite his entire world viewpoint from the ground up (proof: the ancient one’s ‘swim or drown’ lesson where she dropped him on Everest so he had no other choice than to get over his old ideals and make the damn portal)

6) he very rarely follows the rules, especially when the rules stand in the way of saving lives (proof: opening portals in the library, breaking the natural law not once but MULTIPLE times, the ancient one’s “but as you know, sometimes one must break the rules in order to serve the greater good”)

7) the cloak hates everyone. just straight up is uninterested unless their name is stephen strange and then it actually does hilariously care. a lot. (proof: “the cloak of levitation? it’s chosen you?” “no minor feat. it’s a fickle thing.” and in IW when it just uses peter and tony to rescue stephen before ignoring them again. when it wipes his tears or rescues him when he’s falling over the stairs. takes a zealot that stabbed strange and repeatedly slams his head into the ground)

8. “it’s not about you.”

9. he actually is incredibly ashamed of his old arrogant self and makes note to repeatedly apologize (proof: him apologizing to christine about the way he treated her pre and post his accident)

10. thinks about saving people 1st and defeating his enemies 2nd (proof: slamming the zealots into the mirror dimension when they’re trying to destroy the sanctum instead of rushing into a fist fight like mordo)

11. he’s funny??? and is perfectly okay with taking jabs about being a ‘wizard’ and kinda thinks it’s ridiculous himself (proof: “it’s not a cult!” “well, that’s something a cultist would say–hey, what do you think you’re doing?” “well, I’m late for a cult meeting.”)

12. actually really wants people to like him?? not in a love the ground he walks on kind of way but more like a puppy (proof: spends the WHOLE of his movie trying to get wong to laugh and looks bemused but pleased with himself when he finally manages to do so on accident)

that’s not all of it but it’s just some pointers to think about when writing him? sorry it got so long!

#idk what to tag this as #except maybe #long post #doctor strange #Anonymous #stephen strange

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aw-tryagain · 6 years

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Wow

People really don’t like hearing the truth about what they do and it shows. How can y’all misinterpret what I was saying THAT badly??

Like this was just my final straw I am done with the fandom. Y’all are all so damn ignorant and petty. Y’all will literally hate on someone for doing what you do! How does that make sense?! I’m just tired of y’all and have been for such a long time now and have been less and less involved in this fandom as time went on because I too began to notice things about how yall act and treat each other and yes y’all really are all so fake and after this whole shit show I just can’t do it anymore. Lol like I knew twilight was shitty but there were still a lot of things I loved about the series and I saw so much potential in it and I recognized the shitty parts and also tried to change them to make it better and that’s what a lot of people or pretty much everyone does in this fandom, but y’all just don’t recognize the shitty parts. Y’all try to excuse it. Especially when it comes to the main characters. Y’all will literally jump through hoops to excuse or just flat out ignore Alices racism and how she treats Bella. Y’all will excuse/flat out ignore Edwards fucked up abusive actions towards Bella yet will turn around and vilify Jacob for kissing her without her permission and guilt tripping/manipulating her too. Yall vehemently hate the shit out of Jacob (and are sometimes really racist about it) and will make posts/headcnons/au’s of the cullens beating him up a native brown boy for basically doing to Bella what they literally do to her through the entire series, take away her bodily autonomy and choices and manipulate her. Yall make posts about old white racist people literally beating up a 16 year old Native American boy and jack off to that shit and be racist all while y’alls precious whites can do anything they want to Bella because nothing the Cullens ever do is wrong. Y’all are literally playing right into the hands of that racist author SM and what she wanted and what she pushed so hard in the series you’d have to be blind not to see.. and you don’t see it.

Y’all still perpetuate the bs Meyer pushed and are all so ignorant because Jacob wasn’t like that at first and was never supposed to be like that. Meyer ruins every character she touches ESPECIALLY when it comes to poc but instead of looking at that y’all would rather act like assholes and treat people who like these characters and want to remake them in their own image like shit. Yet you all want people to stop calling you racist for loving and excusing Jaspers time in the confederacy and let you all redeem him and his actions. There was a whole fandom fight about this exact thing when someone called out the racist shit these people were doing regarding Jacob and the Cullens and guess what y’all did? Y’all tried to not only defend what y’all were doing but also tried to defend the fact that Jasper was a literal confederate soldier. Like, Jasper was one of my favorite characters but that doesn’t excuse what he was. You people are the most hypocritical people I’ve ever met. Y’all can make excuses for Jasper being a confederate and say “oh well he learned from that! He’s not a racist!” and y’all can make headcanons trying to redeem him but don’t seem to wanna redeem him from the problematic things he does in the series to this day which y’all seem to always leave out and forget. Y’all can say “oh Meyers and idiot! She didn’t know what she was doing! Jasper should have been a union soldier!” and all types of shit but nobody can do the same for Jacob who was actually fucked over by Meyer and made to do problematic things not only because he was the rival but also because Meyer loves making poc the villains all the time? How can y’all not see that?

Y’all make excuses up the wall for the precious Cullens fucked up actions and will gladly blame the author and not the character for it and will attack anyone who thinks otherwise but when it comes to anyone else? especially poc? It’s time to hate them and treat them and anyone who likes them and tries to actually redeem them from their racist biased author, like shit. It’s funny how we’re supposed to love the confederate soldier who willingly fought for slavery and quickly rose through the ranks in the army and seems proud of that fact when recalling it in Eclipse and he’s just so smart and practical and calculative and is such a great leader and thinks things through and is able to convince others easily and get them to follow him because he’s so charming but we’re also supposed to feel bad for him and hate the Mexican woman who “manipulated” him and lied to him and of course she’s painted as some kind of evil seductress who manipulates the poor defenseless mindless white man that we all must coddle. I italicized those words bc that is supposed to be his characterization. People who are calculative and smart and good leaders aren’t so easily manipulated and aren’t so easily trusting, and don’t fall for one obvious lie for 100 years! Idc what anyone says nobody can keep up a simple ass lie for that long especially when with just a little more thought put into it, the lie can be debunked so easily bc the truth is right there. Also in the end he had the power. He could do what he wanted with his own body and he chose to do what he did. We’re not gonna blame the woman for the actions of the man. Yes she had a part in it and influencing it but there is no way he couldn’t have felt the deception and do nothing about it or at least feel some type of way about it. If he’s so strong and powerful and dangerous and controlled all those newborns and is so much stronger and better than María why didn’t he stage an uprising or something? Don’t give me that “he didn’t know what he was doing” excuse. It’s the same tired ass excuse y’all use for him being apart of the confederation and it makes no sense. He was able to think for himself (and apparently has a strong smart vampire brain) and do for himself and literally had power over himself and others. This is literally me saying that the shit doesn’t add up from what we know from canon. It doesn’t make sense and I’m calling out the plot holes and why it doesn’t make any sense and why it should be taken with a grain of salt. Because it’s bullshit.

This is NOT me saying “men can’t be abused” or some other shit y’all want to put into my mouth. Like you guys do all the time. But of course he didn’t actively choose to make any of those decisions and act upon it on his own, no it’s all the woman (Maria’s) fault for every single thing he did. He was completely mindless and stupid and didn’t stop to think about anything once. I am in NO way saying that María wasn’t wrong for the lie that she told him or the manipulation or whatever it’s definitely wrong but it’s also unfair that she is the only being hated for it when the main characters do the same shit?! Yet everyone ignores it because it’s not abuse when they lie and manipulate. It’s unfair that people who like her and see the error in the way she was created and want to change that or whatever and ship her with Jasper get hate for it yet you guys can do the exact same thing with your faves and their issues? THATS WHAT IM CALLING OUT! I’m not mad bc y’all “don’t ship abuse” I’m mad because you’re all hypocrites and you all fail to see it. It’s said that she did lie and manipulation and it’s “implied” as abuse and people take that little bit of info and run with it (like they do a lot) and make it out like María is the worst person ever to walk the earth and was lying to him constantly about every little thing ever and was sexually abusing him and was physically beating him even tho NONE of this is EVER stated in canon. Y’all vilify the shit out of her (the hate gets so bad I’ve seen people literally act like she’s dirty and impure and beneath compared to the special white savior and all bc she’s the manipulative colored rival and that’s ANOTHER place where the racist undertones come to play.) bc Meyer painted them as this turbulent problematic relationship with the bad colored promiscuous sexually deviant woman and then Jasper finds a pure white woman and they have the bestest, healthiest relationship ever. They don’t tho. Alice lies to him too. Alice lies to him a lot in the saga and actively keeps things from him. Alice talks down to him and teams up with Edward and is on his side all the time to treat him like a child and basically act like he’ll never be as good as them when it comes to bloodlust (Edward legit says this shit about him but yeah this family is sooo loving and they believe in him soo much blow me.) She kicks him and stomps on his foot when he has thoughts or does something that isn’t ~Cullen like~ and that’s okay? That’s supportive? Jasper himself manipulates her emotions without her permission and tells her to not worry about important people that are supposed to be “family” and manhandles her when she had that vision and this is supposed to be so much better? This is supposed to be one of the best relationships in the saga because ~mates~ and tru wuv?! Their whole courtship and mating doesn’t even make a lick of sense why would he go into a diner? full of people? Especially if he was hungry?! That doesn’t make sense! How could she have possibly had a vision of him? and then automatically assumed she was supposed to be his ~mate~ that makes even less sense, and they’re incompatible and are pretty scummy to each other but it’s disguised as pure mated mystical love, by Meyer.

We’re supposed to like it and it’s supposed to be great but it’s not and I don’t because I see holes and I’m not falling for Meyers bullshit excuses to cover her own ass; we know Meyer has a problem with showing vs. telling but we also know she has a problem with making things that are supposed to be good look terrible. but his relationship with the big bad Mexican is the one that’s completely wrong and supposed to be feared? He has more in common with said Mexican woman and pretty much acts just like her! He went along with her and what she wanted and didn’t stop and think about what the fuck he was doing and he’s known to do this in canon because he literally said that he did the same thing with Alice. He was made to feel powerful and capable even if what he was doing wasn’t morally sound. Also omg over time they eventually began to have some real feelings for each other from their little relationship they had on the side or whatever and to this day they’re still friends with each other and Jasper thinks about her from time to time and wishes her well. They actually GREW to be friends and actually had some kind of development and progress in their relationship. Their okay with each other now even with their turbulent past and Jasper doesn’t hate her. Like at all and you mean to tell me that’s bad? It’s just horribly abusive and people have no right to ship it or even like it and/or indulge in it because they may see some potential with what Meyer did with them and want to build on that and improve it??? We ALL know Meyer creates a lot of things, characters, plot points with soo much potential but always ruins it and people in fandom see that and want to change it and love it and bring out that potential but when it comes to certain characters and ships (mainly involving poc) that’s off limits? Yet y’all do the same thing with yalls boring ass white canon characters and ships or just ignore the ships/characters issues in general??? But feel like y’all got the right to play god and be all high and mighty and holier than thou and viciously attack people for doing what y’all want to do??

Now That’s a fucking joke.

Not only is it a joke it’s also unfair. Who tf are y’all to dictate what someone can and can’t like/indulge in??? and I love how everyone wants to claim “oh I don’t ship Edward/Bella Jasper/Alice etc... bullshit! All y’all do is talk about them and make headcanons and au’s and shit that’s what this fandom mostly consists of, quit fucking backtracking and lying. This doesn’t even begin to explain all things wrong with this hypocritical ass fandom but this rant is more so related to what just happened that was my last straw and made me leave that ignorant ass shitshow of a fandom.

You people read that whole passage that I wrote calling out unfair treatment and fucked up behavior and you STILL just watered it down to “oh they’re just mad because we don’t ship abuse” YES YALL DO! and that’s the problem!!! You guys HATE it when people talk shit about y’all and look down on y’all for liking twilight and tell y’all not to like it bc it’s riddled with abuse and manipulation regarding the main characters and you all come up with your own excuses and reasons (however valid or not they may be) for still liking and indulging in it and trying to fix. Yet you turn around and do the same thing to your own people in the fandom who only ask for/want the same thing y’all ask/want from twi-haters? I was calling out y’all hypocritical actions that is sometimes rooted in racism and how it’s fucked up! I was also calling out how y’all vehemently disrespected, mocked and attacked a real life human person and egged on the op for childishly being a dick to someone for no reason and you all made fun of them for VERY POLITELY requesting something Jasper/Maria related and yet y’all call yourselves nice and accepting? If you didn’t want to do it you could have just kindly told them that you didn’t want to do it. You didn’t have to make a joke moodboard post acting like you’re disgusted (funny how we all must be disgusted with the dirty impure Mexican lol) and the rest of y’all didn’t have to reblog it acting like op was so smart and funny and putting shit in the tags like “why do people ship them lol” “like grow a braincell pls” or “open ur mind” like y’all need to open your minds and realize y’all ain’t shit for that and it WRONG! It was RUDE! Wanna ask “why do people ship them” why do YOU ship shit like Edward/Bella, Jacob/Bella, Jasper/Alice, Victoria/James etc...?? Y’all collectively froth over Victoria and excuse her yet she did. the. exact. same. shit!! Albiet badly, but Come ON! now it’s suddenly okay and excuseable when you throw some white skin on it? Why do YOU even like TWILIGHT if it’s riddled with so much shit?! Racism, sexism, homophobia. If anyone needs to “grow a braincell” it’s y’all. Also yes, let’s attack people and call them dumb and stupid all for what they ship. That’s good. Yet y’all have been attacked your whole lives for liking twilight and can’t seem to make that connection. Once y’all get a little bit of recognition and power y’all wanna act exactly like the people that mistreated y’all to other innocent people that just want to be involved because they think you guys are cool. Y’all are so fucking backwards smh you people suck so fucking hard man.

Fuck the twilight fandom and fuck twilight. Y’all have ruined something I actually used to enjoy by being such nasty hypocritical turds about everything that isn’t white and popular and what you all like. You can’t be different or have different thoughts or unpopular opinions. Though y’all always say that you can, you can’t. The minute you even say anything about the Cullens that yall don’t like or the minute you ship anything that y’all don’t like, or have an opinion on a character or trope that y’all don’t like y’all get to shading and vague posting and mobbing up talking mad shit. You are all so damn fake and I hope and pray y’all get what’s coming to yall for being such nasty disgusting people and yes maybe I did come on a little too strong the first time and should have handled it better and spoken better and been more respectful but after being here for so many years and knowing y’all? That shit wouldn’t have worked. Y’all still would have reacted with viciousness and bullshit and miss the entire point. It’s what y’all constantly do. Look at what y’all do to people who politely ask for something you may not want to do??? If that’s how y’all react to innocent people then imma honestly pray for y’all. I repeat the same energy people give out and I repeated y’all nasty ass energy in my response and if you don’t like it you need to look at yourself and y’all need to stop pointing the fucking finger all the damn time. Grow the fuck up. Also if people really wanna insult me for writing PARAGRAPHS about shit YALL do? Not only is that the dumbest most useless fucking insult I’ve ever seen but it also reflects on y’all because of the simple fact that I have to write paragraphs calling out the shit y’all do and putting it in detail because y’all don’t know how to fucking read and comprehend shit, and YALL STILL MISSED MY POINT!!! That is... just wow. 🤦🏾‍♀️

Imagine being that dumb!

#jasper hale #the twilight saga #twilight #twilight saga #jasper whitlock #twilight renissance #tts #twilight fandom #fandom racism #fandom bullshit #yeah im done here #i cant take so much dumbssery in one place #yall come up with the stupidest conclusions sometimes to save your own ass #so you can continue being delisonal idiotas #im finished with this fandom fuck yall #fuck yall and fuck this

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ithisatanytime · 4 years

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Women side with women when it comes to rape and sexual assault allegation and become incensed when men demand evidence, i think i know the reason for this dynamic, besides the obvious differences in sexual roles where men are expected to make the first move and take many other risks, and women have to deal with horny guys causing them stress (unless they are hunks) there’s another reason though.

A man gets accused of raping a woman, there is ample evidence. ok women, you decide, what should we do with him “fuck that guy, everyone ignore him, ruin his reputation” ok... men what should we do with the rapist? “kill him”

women will SAY kill him when asked, “what should be done about a rapist” sometimes but if you ask them what should be done with Gary who raped a girl in his dorm “fuck that guy hes a fucking loser!” thats the crux of the issue, men need proof because the penalty for rape (if we had our way) is rightfully severe, possibly even death (if i had my way) but women dont really think that far ahead about it. women scream a lot, you ever notice that? whenever a fight breaks out or just anything out of the ordinary happens they get to screeching, like clockwork with the blood curdling shrieks. they are alerting the men. for the whole of their evolutionary history they werent tasked with solving problems like that, their job was to scream until some men came and took care of it. you can be mad all you want about it, thats just the way it is. the point is men understand that if someone is a rapist they have to GO! we cant have that shit walking around the street doing god knows what to whoever, they have to go. so when an accusation is levied there has to be proof. i think i can sum it up more simply.

when a woman accuses a man of rape or sexual assault she just wants the men to hear it, and agree with her version of events and be like “fuck that guy” but men are hesitant to do so without strong evidence because if the accusation picks up steam dude might end up in prison, or DEAD! and its on them to do the the killing, that shouldnt be taken lightly.

look im not saying either men or women are correct on this issue but i feel like the fact that women dont really consider that the consequences for a crime like that are rightfully very harsh, is a nuance to this issue that ive never seen brought up. imagine you killed someone or sent them away to rot in a fucking cell their whole life and you were wrong, thats why evidence is a requirement.

i am interested in gender differences because they fall under the umbrella of biology, as such i am going to make a lot of generalizations and if you wanna still be mad remember you had no problem this whole time with my characterization of rapists as exclusively male.

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sadrien · 7 years

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snapped strings

on ao3

i dont know what happened today but all my friends started arguing and i spent almost two hours just crying. it was pretty bad. i wanted nothing more than for it all to stop or for someone to show up and just give me a hug

i dont think were going to be ok anytime soon

take some bullshit. the characterizations are kind of shit. i wrote half of this while crying and didnt reread it. im sorry

Marinette lunges for her headphones when she hears him land on the balcony. She wipes her cheeks with the sleeves of her sweater — not that it does much with how wet they are — and pretends she doesn’t hear him. Because she doesn’t want to hear him.

She doesn’t want him near her right now.

He knocks on the trapdoor.

She can’t find her headphones in her mess of a bed. Her phone is on the floor now, where she threw it in frustration after Alya left the chat angrily and Marinette’s tears turned into sobs.

She’s just happy her parents haven’t come up to see what’s wrong yet. She wants to be left alone. She doesn’t want him here.

He keeps knocking.

She can’t pretend to be asleep because he can see through her trapdoor. Because she didn’t think to cover it.

She’s finding black fabric as soon as he goes away.

He knocks again. Why won’t he stop knocking?

Marinette wants to tear her hair out or scream or anything. But all she can do is cry. And cry and cry and just keep crying. She feels empty and broken and pathetic and—

He knocks.

She throws the trapdoor open and shouts, “Go away!” but the words get caught and twisted in her sobs and they break in a pitiful sort of way.

Chat stares down at her in surprise, like he didn’t actually think she’d even look him in the eye, let alone yell at him.

“Didn’t you get the message?” Marinette snaps. “I don’t want to see you!”

“I—”

“Leave me alone!”

Chat’s ears flatten against his head and he glances away, chewing on his bottom lip. “I… If you’re going to yell at me, you should come out here. You’re going to wake up your parents.”

Marinette tries to channel her pain into anger but it’s not working. It falls flat into nothing but sadness. She sniffs and wipes her cheeks again and hauls herself onto the balcony, closing her trapdoor with her foot.

Chat takes a step back, shoulders hunched.

“I hate you,” Marinette whispers. She wraps her arms around herself.

He winces. “I know.”

A sob wracks her body. “I’m mad at you,” she tries to hiss but it sounds more shattered.

“I’m mad at you too,” he says and the bite in his voice is almost surprising. He glares at her, and she notices that his glowing green eyes are watery. “And I’m absolutely terrified of losing you. So you can yell at me all night and you can throw me off of every rooftop in Paris, but I’m still going to end up here, standing in front of you, because you are my partner and best friend and my family and I— I don’t know what I’d do without you and the thought of not having you around makes me sick to my stomach.” His voice drops to a whisper. “I’m so scared of being without you. And I am so sorry.”

Marinette stalks forward and hits his chest with her hands. “You’re terrible,” she snaps, blood boiling. Because she hates that he’s hurting and that she’s hurting and that everyone is hurting. And she hates that she has no magical way to fix this and no supervillain she can blame and hunt down. And there’s no way this will ever be what it was again. She hits his chest again. “You’re awful. And I don’t know what to do or how to fix it—” she chokes back a sob, tears flowing freely down her face, “but you’re awful and I’m awful and we’re all just awful. And I— I—”

Chat hugs her like he thinks she’s going to disappear, tight enough so she can’t pull away, not that she wants to. He curls around her, and she suddenly notices he’s shaking.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and she aches.

Fighting always leaves her drained and empty, and as Marinette stands on her balcony in the dark of night, she can feel her energy dipping.

She hates arguing.

She feels so helpless.

“I’m sorry,” Chat says, voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“She hates me,” Marinette says. “She hates me so much.”

She feels him shake his head. “She could never hate you.”

Someone lands on the balcony. She hears their feet hit the ground and feels Chat tense in her arms.

“I’m sorry,” Paon says softly.

Chat takes a slow breath.

Marinette is reminded of Nino’s messages as the argument got more and more heated. His desperate attempts at defusing the situation, changing the subject, and making forced jokes. They’d seemed so out of place and tone deaf.

Chat pulls away from Marinette. He presses a kiss to the top of her head before he turns around to face Paon. He forces a small smile, crooked and timid. “I am too.”

The tension rushes out of Paon’s body and he sags against the railing of the balcony. “Thank god, dude, I was so worried that—” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to think about it.” He steps forward and throws his arms around Chat. It takes Chat a second to return the hug, but he returns it nonetheless. “I’m sorry that got so out of hand.”

“Me too,” Marinette hears Chat murmur.

She wraps her arms around herself and tries to convince herself it will be okay. She doesn’t know if they can talk about exactly what happened — she’s kind of terrified to try — but they’re talking and that’s…good. At least, some of them are talking.

“How did you know to come here?” she asks softly.

Paon meets her eyes. “You’re always the first one Chat goes to.” He releases Chat from the hug. “I took an educated guess.”

Marinette takes a shaky breath. “Were you still reading the chat?”

Paon nods slowly as Chat takes Marinette’s hand. “They were still, uh…talking. Because I added Alya back in because she thought of something else to say and they kind of went off— Chloé kind of went off.”

“It was bad,” Chat mumbles. “But I don’t know what we could’ve done to fix it.”

“I think sometimes it’s just inevitable,” Paon admits. “If you stop up a volcano long enough, it’ll explode or something like that, right?”

Marinette forces a laugh. “Glad we’re a destructive force of nature that ruins lives.” She feels a pressure in the back of her head that tells her she’s going to start crying again. She didn’t think she had enough water left in her body for that, but apparently she was wrong.

Chat squints into the darkness. “If you want a force of nature, she’s about to crash land on your balcony.”

Paon steps out of the way as Queen Bee stops short and her heels skid on Marinette’s balcony.

They all stare at each other in silence for a long moment.

“I’m the worst,” Bee whispers hoarsely after the silence has stretched on for too long for anyone to be comfortable. “The absolute worst.” She balls up her hands by sides and stares at the ground with a glare that could set Paris aflame. “I— I’m sorry for ruining everything.”

It’s dark, but Marinette can see makeup marks on her cheeks where the mask doesn’t hide the tear tracks. Bee’s eyes are red and puffy and Marinette knows that under the mask she’s just as much of a mess as the rest of them.

“You didn’t ruin everything,” Chat promises.

Bee scoffs. “There was a little too much of a pause there for comfort, Adri,” she says bitterly. “This is what happens when you include someone beyond redemption in a fun little group of heroes.”

“Shut up,” Paon says.

Bee whirls toward him, ponytail nearly smacking him in the face. “Excuse me?”

“I said, ‘shut up’.” Paon crosses his arms. “They don’t give a miraculous to just anyone. You’re here for a reason—”

“But—”

“Just because you’re make bad choices sometimes and say mean things doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. Bro, you’ve gotten so much better.” Paon shrugs. “Don’t invalidate yourself just because you screw up once. Cause…” he sighs. “We all screwed up tonight. Big time.”

Bee stares at him for a second before she yanks him into a tight hug.

Paon freezes before patting her back awkwardly.

“I’m so glad these things have trackers in them,” Bee mumbles into Paon’s shoulder. “I’m still not entire convinced you don’t all hate me.”

“We couldn’t hate you,” Marinette says.

Bee looks over her shoulder. “What?”

“We…” Marinette swallows and tucks her hair behind her ear. “You’re our teammate and our friend. We don’t hate you.”

Bee ducks her head. “Speak for yourself. I doubt Alya feels the same.”

“You won’t know until you ask her,” Chat points out.

“That sounds like a bad idea.”

Paon nudges Bee lightly. “Hey, who knows? The rest of us found our way onto Mari’s balcony. Maybe a certain fox will show up too.”

They all look toward the tower, like Vixen will come bounding over the rooftops at any moment.

Bee sighs and sinks to the ground, leaning against the bars of the railing. “I wouldn’t hold out hope,” she grumbles. “Not that I can blame her,” she adds quickly. “I was…terrible.”

“So was Alya,” Chat points out.

Marinette sits down on her chair and Paon crosses the balcony to join her.

“Can we all agree that we regret tonight?” Marinette asks.

Everyone nods.

“Get comfy folks,” Paon says, laying back in the chair as Marinette pulls his legs up onto her lap. “I’m pretty sure Alya is the most stubborn of us all.”

Marinette is glad that it’s a warm and clear night. She’s pretty sure Paon dozes while Chat paces back and forth restlessly until Bee grabs him by the arm and says he’s going to wear a hole in the balcony. Bee pulls him to the ground next to her and runs her fingers through his hair as he rocks and taps.

Marinette stares at the stars.

She still feels a little like she’s going to be sick. She’s still missing part of her team, part of the machine that makes them work, part of herself.

Her phone is still on her floor, possibly shattered, countless unread messages on her lockscreen. She doesn’t really want to read through them all later. Maybe she’ll just ask Nino for a more detailed rundown of what happened. Maybe she’ll just ignore it. Pretend it didn’t happen.

No, that’s a bad idea. They can’t move on like they didn’t completely shatter. The problems they confronted need to be addressed, or they’ll never be whole again. They have to pick up the pieces and glue themselves back together. They have to. For Paris. And for themselves.

It’s quieter when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye and sees Vixen slowly making her way over. Vixen pauses every once and awhile, like she’s not completely committed to the journey yet.

Marinette shakes Paon awake.

Vixen leaps onto the railing of the balcony, balancing carefully on the thin metal.

Chat and Bee look up at her from the ground.

“Hi,” Marinette says softly.

Vixen’s eyes sweep over the balcony, taking them all in, expression stony. “I didn’t get the memo that we were having a meeting.”

“Impromptu and unofficial,” Bee says, her voice tight.

“Hm.”

Chat stands up and offers Vixen a hand. She stares at it. “I’m sorry,” Chat says. “For everything. Everything that happened tonight and anything that happened before and— and I’ll have a better apology in the morning, I swear.”

Vixen takes his hand and hops down from the railing.

Bee leaps to her feet and launches herself at Vixen, hugging her tightly as Vixen nearly topples backward. Chat steadies them as Vixen stares at Bee with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry that I was awful and mean and I should’ve been a better teammate and friend and you deserve better than me I’m sorry,” Bee blurts.

“I…” Vixen pulls away from Bee. Bee’s eyes go wide with worry, but Vixen holds Bee’s hands tight. “I’m sorry too,” she says slowly. “I was out of line.”

“So was I,” Bee murmurs.

Paon swings his legs off of Marinette’s lap and walks over to the group in two long strides. He puts a hand on Vixen’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

Vixen nods, eyes starting to water.

Marinette stands, wringing her hands. “Me too,” she says. “I— Yeah. I’m sorry. To everyone.”

Paon grabs her by the arm and pulls her into a group hug. Bee immediately starts crying, and Marinette can feel herself getting close again too. Silent tears are running down Vixen’s face before she buries her face in Chat’s shoulder. Paon is hugging them hard enough to make it hard to breathe.

Things might be okay.

It’s going to take time, and a lot of work, but they’ll be okay. They’re a team built to get through the worst. They might break a bit, but they’ll put themselves back together in the end.

“I love you all,” Marinette says after a few moments, “but can we maybe go inside? Having almost all of Paris’ superheroes on my balcony might look a little suspicious.”

Vixen laughs. The relief Marinette feels at hearing it is indescribable. “Yeah,” Vixen says with a watery smile. “Let’s go inside.”

#marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #chloe bourgeois #alya cesaire #my fics #to delete

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divorcedfiddleford · 7 years

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i know this is random, but do you have any tips on writing ford and fiddleford? you do a really good job on their characterizations and even though i'm very familiar with their characters i always write people out of character when i'm writing, lol! thanks !!!!

ghhhgg i Kid but anyway im like super distracted so i just made a list of a bunch of common mistakes i see when people r writing themedit: i was so wrong i made such a long fucking post im sorry this was a Mistake (rip mobile users)

first things first everything in the journal was Fake

fiddleford:

“fiddleford is a poor precious cinnamon roll who is helpless and did nothing wrong uwu” fuck off he built all those robots and probably killed a bunch of people in the process he isnt some innocent sunflower he’s more like a rowdy dandelion

yes this applies even if you’re writing young fiddleford he was just more patient and less open with his life of crime because he didnt want to go to jail

his eyes are blue. theyre fucking blue. theyre fucking b

“he doesnt like swears/he’s soft-spoken” wrong he’s literally the only character to have sworn on-screen

“he started the society because he was traumatized by what he’d seen” no, where did you get that idea. he literally says he invented the gun because he was “haunted by the thoughts of what I’d done” >literally stating that it was guilt not fear that was bothering him. eventually yes he used it for erasing scary memories but that was not his initial intent

he’s not bald anymore

really any idea that fiddleford is pathetic is grossly ooc i can think of one situation in the show that he wasn’t able to get himself out of and thats because he was turned into a fucking arras

what is this southern belle bullshit… he chews tobacco and wrestles pigs please stop woobifying this force of nature

a banjo is not the same as a guitar. a banjo is not the same as a guitar. a banjo is not the same as a guitar.

if youre going to write accents don’t be obnoxious about it

EX: “How are y’all doin’ this fine evening?”NOT: “Hower y’all doien’ this fain evenin’?”you don’t have to use the mannerisms in every sentence and you don’t have to drop the g in every -ingphonetic spelling is a pain to read like at the most you should be using apostrophes not respelling words (“Stanferd” more like kill me now)

also make sure your mannerisms are geographically accurate he’s not from texas i never want to see him say “sugah” again

his accent isnt even that strong in the show …what……….

tip: fiddleford is salty as FUCK he has NO MERCY and holds onto grudges like a lifesaver in a storm

tip: he loves being around people and will talk to them about fucking anything such as his multiple cases of manslaughter but doesn’t usually open up about his insecurities unless prompted