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kanmom51 · 5 months ago

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This one is kind of personal and a lot mushy

(And as I'm writing this, a bit of a rant as well)

*Be advised.😅

Been a bit.

Well, I was kind of busy. On one of those 'once in a lifetime' trips you take to celebrate a big one, this one being my 30th wedding anniversary.

And while I was on this trip (and I am sure to share some pics, cause why not, seeing we got some spectacular ones) I got to thinking about Jikook. Because, who doesn't think about Jikook on their 30th anniversary trip, right?

Let's be real for a sec. Who doesn't think about Jikook ALL THE DAMN TIME?

Obsessed much?

Hell yeah!!!😂

Proudly admitting it!!

Look at those two:

Can you seriously blame me?

Nah, but seriously.

I couldn't help but think about who I am, where I've come from, how my partner and myself came to be, our love and respect for each other, how we fought through everything life swings at you and how our love not only survived all of it but seems to have flourished even more. I can honestly say that I love my husband today even more than I did when we got married. It's a different kind of love. A mature love. A love that survived many trials and tribulations. Some you know of when you tie the knot but many more you don't expect.

And thinking of us I couldn't help but think about those two young men and how they met, what brought them together, how they connected, how they have been through so much together, the hardships, the struggles, the amazingly good and the terribly bad, all making their bond even stronger.

There are those that cannot fathom how 2 young beautiful talented men could be in a committed relationship when they have this whole smorgasbord of beautiful people just wanting to lay a hand on them. Everyone wants a piece of them and here they are in a committed relationship with each other? A long term committed relationship? How ever could that be?

When you love someone to the core, which is exactly how those two feel (people can deny it all they want, but it won't change the facts, these two have chosen each other every single time over anything and anyone else), when you get to know that one person and fall deeply in love with them, know their ins and outs, know their flaws and issues, seen them at their best and at their worst. When they are happy or sad, healthy or sick, elated or furious, and find them attractive through and through, still want to be by their side.

No.

Need to be by their side.

Want to be there when they are happy, share their joy, but also be there when they are sad or down and stand by their side to support them through it (even with and despite all those flaws and issues and difficulties that at times can also infuriate you and basically make you want to ring their necks at certain points in time) there is no love (between partners) deeper than that.

I do know, we all should, that what they experienced and how they are living cannot be compared to us regular folk. Their circumstances are such that they have to deal not only with an industry and society that deems them as 'wrong' (that includes a big chunk of their own fandom btw), but also a lifestyle that is nothing like the one we know or have experienced. The hours, the cameras in their faces close to 24/7 (up until their break and hiatus and even prior to that during the pandemic - which btw is one of the reasons people have gone mad at that point given we stopped getting an influx of BTS content for such a long time), growing up and maturing in the limelight, enjoying the fame and exposure at first and then fighting for privacy and 'anonymity' when you realize there is a price to that fame. None of us have experienced that. Yes, we can find the similarities and by extension make conclusions about them, but at the same time we always need to remember that their lives are different than ours and that we cannot always hold them to the same standards of behavior that we are used to in our own lives and relationships.

This is beside the point that every relationship is different. I will just say this. A healthy long term relationship is built on 2 or more (I ain't judging) individuals that stand as their own person and chose to be with the other/s. They don't necessary have to have the exact same interests or likes. What they do need is to love, respect, trust each other and understand that part of that is allowing your significant other to do what they love, even if it means doing it without you. Even if it means doing it with someone else. You all know where I'm getting with this right? Going out with others, travelling with others, drinking with others, spending time with others, choosing to spend time alone without your significant other, none of them diminish from your relationship if indeed it's building blocks are solid. And brace yourselves (well, those that are in long term relationships know this already...), but all of the above actually helps maintain your relationship. Can make it better and stronger.

I've been lurking a little on SM, even while away, only to find that once again, or should I say still (surprise surprise... NOT) there are those that are doubting the bond that these two young men have. It's solos and cultists trying to create an alternative universe in which JK and JM are not close and even distanced (some would love for them to actually hate each other - good luck with that psychos). Or it's once again those insecure 'Jikookers' that seem to need that constant affirmation from a real life queer couple that most certainly will not be giving them that. I keep asking myself why is it that a couple like JM and JK need to constantly prove they are together (all while they actually can't come out and say it due to their circumstances - industry and society they live in), when a heterosexual couple, say Zendaya and Tom, for example, are not expected to? How come a blurry clip (which I still say is fake) released at a very suspicious point in time, together with other obviously edited clips and serious claims of misconduct that are clearly made up and were intended to cause JK harm, have more of an impact on them than years and years of interactions, talk, actions (including just before the clip was released and after it as well)? And now another blurry clip that people are going all crazy over. Like seriously, what is wrong with people? Is the lack of content driven them mad? No drama so we need to create it? Well, thing is that when you are in a healthy committed long term relationship there is not much drama. That's the way it is when you are settled and happy and know who you are and who you love and know that they feel the same about you. Arguments, disagreements, bad days - sure. That's life. But at the end of the day if people want drama they should go watch one on TV.

So, how do I put it to make is as clear as possible?

These insecurities we get from some of the fans, they work like clockwork. Every single time, in the past, when we didn't get much from the two there were these whispers and question marks regarding their relationship. Not even if they are still together, but down to the core of their bond, as to even question if they are close or friends. This phenomenon goes way back.

But since end of 2021 beginning of 2022, when they were on their break and later the hiatus into 2023 it blew up like a full on hydrogen bomb.

This got worse after they were assigned their own 'personal' IG accounts and went on their break.

The misconception by many that these accounts were somehow their private accounts that they use to interact with each other, I can't call it anything other than delusional. Sorry not sorry. And if people did not realize that themselves if only from the lack of posting or interaction with whoever, then we had the members themselves telling us that they regularly interact within their own private chat groups. That photos shared on IG with us have been previously shared with the others in those groups. These IG accounts were created to maintain contact between the members and their fans, knowing that the group is going into hiatus and that they will each be promoting their own individual solo projects. Yes, the group Twitter (X) account could be used for that, but there was an attempt to create a more 'personal' connection between each member and Army. These accounts were work, as simple as that, and them reacting to other members or talking with each other through these accounts was not an indication what so ever to whether they were in touch or not otherwise.

At the time, back in early 2022, when people were reeling over the lack of interaction between the two on their IG accounts I tried to explain that a. not seeing something most definitely does not mean it's not there (something those two made sure to prove time and time again over the past couple of years), and b. that the lack of interaction can actually be an indication to them spending most of their time together, as there is no need to comment on another's post when you are right there to tell them whatever it is you want to tell them to their face. Not to mention, and this part is all me, so take or leave it as you will, but some of said IG posts, well, how do I put it? I guess I just say it as it is... some of these photos posted were either taken by the other or they were right there or really near by when it was taken. There. I said it. In any case, the fact that these were the only two not to interact with each other in front of Army's face, out of the whole group, that, to me, meant they were the ones spending most of the time together.

Oh, and let's just address the whole fanservice stupidity surrounding those two once and for all.

If they were all about fanservice, how is it that since that during the break in 2021-2022 and then during the hiatus and their solo endeavors, we were robbed of said fanservice? Wouldn't you expect that the fanservice couple, the scripted couple, be pushed during each other's promotions? How is it that we have seen during these periods of promotions every single other coupling other than JM and JK. Even JK visiting JM during his rehearsals was heavily edited. How come, if we are being sold a fake bond? No JK being forced to go visit JM when performing at the music shows. No JM being forced to do the same with JK. JM paired with Suga for an add for Busan (? that one was really an odd one for me). When did we see them? So yeah, people can scream fanservice all they want, but deep down inside they know it's a crap claim. I won't even go into JK's lives. There was not one ingenuine bone in his body, and that excitement seeing JM's comments, that coquettish behavior while interacting with him (especially during the bed live, OMG!!!), the reactions to the JM centered content he CHOSE to watch during those lives, none of that is scripted nor acted. It's all JK. All him. And JM's reaction when JK shows up at his documentary viewing live, that little butt wiggle in his chair (reminds me of Bam when happy to see his dad/s, as shown by JK), the face lighting up, the genuine worry on his face talking about JK working hard (during another couple of lives), again, not faked.

So yeah, not fanservice.

I digressed, I think.

Let's get back to 2022 why don't we?

On their break these crazy stories of heartbreak and breakup and hate and suffering and god knows what, only all to be thrown out of the window as soon as we got to see the two together again during the Seoul concerts and then LV. Oh LV. That was a wild ride.

Then BTS went on hiatus and the solo era began. And we were getting less and less ot7 content, and once again the insecurities. These ups and downs (you know, the whole JITB party stories about them not being together - that was countered by the BTB that followed a while after), then Busan concert's high, then 2023's downs and ups and downs and ups and fruck it all, I'm sea sick from this stupidity.

Same exact stories were repeated in 2023!!!

Especially after THE CLIP "which shall not be named" dropped.

SAME EXACT TO THE T STORIES!!!

But again, I digress.

Insecurity regarding the two and their bond (seeing they aren't in the public eye) followed by realization that everything is as it was (if not even better and stronger) once we see them together again. And the reason we don't see them together while on break... wait for it... is because they are a private couple living their everyday life, not for the cameras, not for Army, but for THEMSELVES.

Who would have thought.

And when they are together, as in working together, either filming or shooting or performing, well their bond can't be hidden, as much as they might have to wind it down at times (which is mainly not when they are on stage hyped up on adrenaline, lol), seeing that this is still Kpop, with fandoms that feel ownership over them, not to mention them being a queer couple. You know. All the usual reasons.

This idea people have that these two owe us something. That they constantly have to prove their bond, their connection, their relationship. What utter bull.

Anyway, what a slap in the face (for some a good wake up call, for others a well deserved one) the news of them choosing to enlist together was for so many.

Bottom line is, repeated for the millionth time, that these two young men have shown us time and time again that when push comes to shove they will chose one another!!!

I feel like I'm all over the place here. Came to talk about my trip and ended up talking about fanservice and insecurity and god knows what. I guess it's the jetlag (yeah, let's go with that and blame it on the jetlag).

In any case I will go with my favorite saying as of late:

Why this whole long word vomit, you may ask (or you might not ask, who knows, lol)?

What the hell does this have to do with my trip?

Nothing...?

Probably, lol.

But I am going to try to connect the dots. Even if they did make sense in my mind when I first started writing this post and no longer do...

How about the fact that the two chose to take these trips together?

See how I did that? Connecting the unconnected?

Not even going to ask the egg-chicken question here, as I am quite positive it was always about the trips and the show/content for army was the excuse that allowed them to travel 'for work', and a little bonus of content for army when they are away - not to mention perhaps even an opportunity for a soft outing, who knows.

They wanted to spend this time together before enlistment.

We know of at least 3 trips. Connecticut, Jeju and Japan (the Jeju trip may or may not be part of that 'show').

We are yet to know what exactly this 'show' will be. Will it be an actual show, style BV or ITS? Will it be a Vlog? Will we be getting actual episodes or several minute clips? But one thing for sure. Whatever we get, it will be a drop in a lake of the time they spent together. They went on these trips to be together. They shot this 'show' to allow them to be on these trips. This 'show' will give us a glimpse, no more than that, of what they got up to while together. Bottom line - it's about them, not the show and definitley not us.

So yeah, tripping together (lol, as in traveling, just felt like using that fun word, which can mean so much more as well) is something couples love to do, and going on said trips prior to a huge life changing event (let's be real here, going into the military for 18 months, especially knowing that to be able to enlist TOGETHER, they will be placed in one of the harsher units and environments, knowing that even though they will be together they most certainly will not have the freedoms they enjoy prior to enlistment), well that is something they would do as well.

To sum this whole rant up:

I came here to show off some pics from my trip...

If Jikook are allowed to (and god help them all if we don't get that show eventually...), then so am I...

The scenery...

And the wild life

So there you have it.

I managed to talk about my trip and about Jikook all in one long ranty post.

To those that managed to work their way through it I have this to say:

#jikook #kookmin #minkook #jungkook #jimin #jk #jm

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0w0tsuki · 1 year ago

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Hey can we stop pretending like the only feasible reason that a trans woman would not like the term femboy is because she's some puritan anti-kinkster or somehow against men being able to dress femininely?

Like perhaps maybe the group of people who had to go through a phase of having to figure out and explore their femininity while being perceived by society as a man DON'T WANT to police the way men are able to present and express their genders? Like maybe WE DON'T want to make things even harder for transfem eggs. Like maybe we might have an interest in protecting transfem eggs and are speaking from the harm that we experienced as eggs ourselves?

Like maybe it might have to do with the fact that outside of Tumblr your average femboy is a trap fetishist? Like did we all forget the memes of "trying to figure out if the Astofolo icon is a trans woman or a fascist?"

Like some of us were discovering our transness during puberty in the early 2000s. You remember the early 2000s right? Where South Park and Family were at the height of their cultural influence, the R slur was a substitute for stupid, and bigotry was so common that "traps are gay" jokes could be made in polite company without having to worry about backlash. So imagine what kink spaces were like. Especially when you're a teenage trans girl just discovering herself.

I personally was so damaged by that experience that I began to believe that my gender-no my EXISTENCE was a fetish to be embarrassed and humiliated by and to be reviled for. I genuinely did not engage in relationships because I believed I was going to have to give in and tell them that they fell in love with a sex object. I did not believe that I was worthy of love. And it took YEARS of working through that for me to be comfortable with transitioning.

And after I worked through that I still have to deal with them. They haven't left kink communities they had their roots in. To this day there's a kink website I frequent that has community suggestions for tags IE: Unless the OP of the work goes back to delete this feature, anyone can "recommend" deletions or additions to the tags of the work. This is in place to make the proper labeling/searching/blacklisting of kinks easier to help curate content. In practice though it allows transmisoginists to basically graffiti any transfem artwork they come across. And let me tell you Femboy tags are getting added on right after they replace F/F with M/M on a transbians t4t work. And it happens so frequently that I have to check in about once a month to these trans tags to inform the most recent victim about what's happened to their works.

And outside of kink spaces I go into fandom spaces where I have had to deal with trap fetishists positioning themselves as fucking lore scholars when they harass trans positive folks about the Correct and Moral gender of the transmisoginistic character that they've got a fap folder dedicated. I got to see someone rise to twitch fame off the back of trap content turn into a “femboy icon” because he gave some of the trap money to trans charities and has a trans girlfriend. Who is still making trap content by the way.I've gotten to see reddit lose their absolute goddamn minds when the term Trap was banned from r/anime, shitting themselves so hard about it that they made their own separate website with transmisogynistic wojaks on the home page and everything. And then I got to see the fucking Bridget Debacle.

The reason I always talk about Bridgets trans confirmation is that it's the most widely recognized recent event where the exact shit I'm talking about was on full display. The reason why her being confirmed as a trans woman was such a big deal for trans girls was not just because she was one of the anime caricatures with her own folder in the trap enthusiasts masterbation portfolio. It was because she was GROUND ZERO for original coining of the word trap. And the EXACT same guys who deemed her a trap were now coming out in DROVES fuck EN MASS. But this time as self appointed femboys. We had so many examples of fucking Astofolo icon twitter facists trying to drudge up any type of left sounding argument using the femboy identity after having their initial arguments revolving around mistranslation were debunked. Crying that transfems were “stealing femboy representation” and trying to say that it was an “antitransmasculization force feminization trope” unironically. You know the cry of “Let men be feminine!!!!” y'all always bring out in defense of femboys. THAT'S who you're parroting! THAT'S who you got it from! We have had direct evidence of former trap fetishists dawning the term femboy when it became less cool to be openly transmisogynistic and then started appropriating leftist language to give their transmisogynistic arguments an air of legitimacy.

Like y'all need to understand that this magical space we got here is a FUCKING BUBBLE. Femboy communities in literally every other online space are former trap/sissy communities and are fucking cess pits of transmisoginy. I have seen posts by people who's only experience being around femboys was on Tumblr go out and check a place like r/mildfemboys to be horrified by the obsessiveness of the transmisogyny the femboys they interact with. And the femboys here aren't much better by treating being forced to acknowledge that these people exist and that is a still very active part of their community even if they don't personally interact with it as a personal attack on them and their gender presentation.

Y'all just want to pretend it doesn't exist and treat the idea that a Transfem might not WANT to interact with YOU(OH GOSH!!) because of it like it's some sort of personal judgement instead of something you're just going to have to accept happens when there's a large portion of people who share that title who are responsible for traumatizing them. But y'all got to go one step further. Y'all who go on about how femboys are our closest allies and about how “femboys and transfems are actually closer than transfems want to admit”. Y'all treat femboys like they're out little fucking brother in the queer community and it's our personal fucking responsibility to leave behind any personal baggage at the door in order to make them feel welcome.

Y'all can't handle the fucking idea that a trans woman might not be comfortable with sharing community with someone who's average member would call her a trap while jacking off to her selfies if he thought he could get away with it. That's she's not interested in playing the Astofolo icon game with them. Y'all gotta create a backwards narratives where she is against her own interests, where she is for making it harder for eggs in the future instead of you know. Asking for better from the communities those eggs are drawn too.

I have been forced to fucking put up with femboys in nearly every online space I've ever been in. And I

Am sick and fucking tired

Of putting up with femboys

#transmisoginy #trans bridget #bridget #trans #femboys #femboy #f1nn5ter #transmisogyny tw #tw trap #trap tw #trap cw #cw trap #tw sissy #sissy tw #cw sissy #sissy cw

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eepywriters · 10 months ago

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.✦°. • Birthday boy ( ´∀｀)

warnings: none, just pure fluff and simp Quackity

a/n: HI GUYS, I had to speedrun this so if it feels rushed I’m so sorry 😿 but I put heart into it so I hope y’all enjoy!!

Ah the bed, what a glorious invention. It’s comfy, fluffy, warm and, most importantly, it’s where, usually, one of the best activities it’s conducted: sleeping.

Now, Alex loves working, he does! It’s written all over his projects. The passion that drives every piece of work he makes couldn’t be as strong as it is without determination and etiquette. After all, he is indeed THE Alex Quackity, creator of the first multilingual server with live translations.

But sometimes, just sometimes, he doesn’t mind sleeping the day away. His pounding head and aching eyes beg for rest on the daily, so it’s nice to actually give his body and his mind a moment to shut down once in a while.

A touch on his naked arm made him stir in his sleep. He groans. He wasn’t ready to let go of his sweet slumber just yet.

“Alex, baby, wake up, I’ve got something for you”.

An half-conscious grumble leaves him, which was more of acknowledgement of hearing your voice speak to him rather than an answer to whatever you were babbling about. Cause listen, as sleep deprived as he could be, nothing could separate him from his bed when he was actually set on resting.

“Baby c’mon, we can nap later”.

The soft feeling of pillowy lips pressing against his temple finally rouses him from his sleep. He sighs, a throaty, sleepy sigh, while stretching his back lightly.

“There you are baby”

The gears on Alex’s head are slowly turning as his systems finally makes sense of the world surrounding him. And while most of his mind is concentrated on your delicate hand stroking oh so lovingly his cheek, he can’t help but notice the delicious smell that was floating around the air.

He opens his eyes, now wanting to find out what exactly was making his taste buds tingle in curiosity.

Oh what a grave mistake that was.

A streak of sunlight pierces his eyes instantly, making him close them back on instinct with a weak cry.

“Noo turn off the lights” he drawls sleepily, shielding his poor, aching eyes with his arms. His mouth was still pasty from his sleep and he, quite frankly, didn’t understand what was the deal about waking him up so soon.

And then you laugh, and on a normal occasion he would’ve bite back, cause you were obviously laughing at his idiotic behavior, but he was sooo sleepy and your laugh sounded sooo pretty. (When did he go to sleep again? 2 Am?).

Slowly blinking the sleep out of his system, Alex was met with a rather endearing sight: there you stood, a cute, big grin brightening your face whilst you looked down at him with an amused gaze. He could tell you where sleepy yourself, if not by your tired eyes, by the dark circle that were adorning your features. After all, what did anyone expect from the partner of Quackity? Two sleep deprived people are better than one. (He’s not gonna delve into what seeing you standing there with only an old t-shirt of his was doing to his body).

“Good morning birthday boy”.

Oh, now he knows why you rudely (not really) woke him up.

“Hey” he mutters, scratching his crusty, tired eyes, hoping that the sleepy haze that was still clouding his mind will go away.

“Damn that’s all I get? Not even a pet name? We live in a society…” you frowned.

“Shut up” he snorts, looking back at you, just for his eyes to stop at a little red box you were holding. It is very pretty: a big yellow ribbon was tying together the bright red walls of the box, and hey, was that a duck painted on the side of it?

Before his fogged brain can even come up with a question, you are already in action.

“Stand still, your only job is to look pretty now”

He quirks a brow. He’s not sure of what you have going on today, but he’s in for it, especially since he can still smell the sweetness of the treat you’re hiding inside that box.

He sits up and his head lolls backwards onto the cupboard, giving him the perfect angle to watch you fiddling around.

“It’s rude to stare you know?”

“Mhh is it? Even when there’s something so beautiful to look at?” he replies, jokingly wiggling his eyebrows up and down at you.

“You’re such a flatter” you sigh, yet he can see you hiding your smile in your arm.

You soon bring out a tray to him, which had a plate, a fork, an empty glass and a cute, pink piece of paper on top of it. You had obviously written on the paper - he could recognize your handwriting instantly in any context given - and really, it wasn’t even debatable since the paper read “Happy bday amor <3”.

He brought the paper up to his lips, leaving a soft peck on it before putting it on his nightstand. Was he dramatic with it? Yes, but he swears that when it comes to you he just can’t help himself but cherish everything you give him.

“Here you go, I hope you like it”.

You finally open the little box, reveling an adorable, tiny chocolate cake. It was simple: it was round, not more than 10 centimeters wide, and it feature a raspberry and two blueberries on top.

He licks his lips and dives into it immediately, not waiting for approval nor giving it any second thought. He chews on the cake with a satisfied hum, letting the sweet, but strong taste of chocolate invade his mouth. Again, it was really simple, but the fact that it came from you made it ten times more tasteful.

“Where did you buy this? It’s great” he says, searching for the label of the bakery on the tiny box you handed to him. Maybe later he could’ve bought some sweets for his guests there. He strangely couldn’t find it.

“Actually… I made it”.

Saying his mouth was agape would be an understatement, his jaw was on the floor.

“WHAT” he screams with his mouth still full. He did have the decency to swallow before screaming out again: “THERE’S NO WAY”.

He swears he could’ve died right there. Your shy smile and the light blush that paints your cheek enough to send his brain into override.

“Yeah, woke up early to make it today. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up sooner, I made quite the mess” you cackle to yourself, probably remembering all the ruckus you made whilst scratching your neck in embarrassment.

“Im surprised you liked it that much honestly” you trail off, insecurity dripping from your hushed tone.

Was it really though? Alex would eat anything you gave him if it followed a “I made it for you”. Yes, he was that whipped, and he isn’t ashamed of it. It always has been you, trough life and death, he knew from the moment he uttered the first “I love you” that you were his ride or die.

“You did amazing (Name)” he smiles, craning his neck just enough for you to share a sweet, short kiss.

“I can tell you worked hard for it, I’m proud of you” he whispers at mere centimeters from your face, like it’s something just for you to hear and hold dear onto. He leaves a peck on the corner of your mouth before sitting back again.

“I’m very glad you liked it” you say softly, giving him one of those genuine smiles he’d die for “BUT we got much more to do! It’s time to open your gifts!”.

You clap your hands excitedly, already scurrying off to put the tray away.

“What if I want to unwrap another type of gift” he taunts, moving his arms behind his head while wearing a sly grin. He kinda felt bad about making you do all the work, but he figures that maybe, just this once, he can let himself be babied a little.

You shake your head, looking at him with faux disappointment. Your hands found your hips as you scold him: “Cmon you horny bastard, we are going”.

“You called me a WHAT” he says in his typical high pitched voice, following after you. He catches up to you in an instant and wraps his arms around your frame, keeping you still.

“Say that again, i dare you” he threatens light heartedly.

“Nu uh”.

“Okay, you asked for it” he whispers in your ear, impossibly close.

The world went quiet. Your eyes widened.

You knew what was coming.

“No wait, we can talk ab-“

You weren’t fast enough to stop him. You signed your fate.

His hands move swiftly all around your body, wiggling his fingers on those he knew to be your weak spots. He laughs at you, laughs at your misery. Your body twitches uncontrollably and your lungs beg for air.

“S-STop FUGAHAH, oh my GOd- HAHAhH ALEX” you cry out, trashing around in his hold while he brought hell on earth on your poor body. He continues to laugh at your weak attempt to wiggle out of his grip, determined to make you regret calling him names.

“Nu uh”

Needless to say, you where among the few guests on Alex’s birthday stream, and you were also the one who had clean all of it up. Nonetheless, the afternoon was filled with laughter, a bit of alcohol, and carefree dances.

　　*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

extra:

Well cleaning up that mess was sure a challenge. You had to do 3 Tiktok browsing pauses before actually getting it done (to be honest, you did spend more time on your phone than cleaning, but you’re sure nobody will snitch on you).

Right as you put down the broom, you spot Alex coming towards you, the shit eating grin he was wearing giving away his intentions.

“Can I get my final gift now?” he speaks, using a gravelly tone that catches you off guard. It was hard to take him seriously when he still had some confettis stuck to his clothes, even though you’d be lying if you said you minded the offer.

“You moron” you laugh, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Is that a yes?” He whispers, leaving a soft peck on the crook of your neck.

“Fuck yes”.

#quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fanfic #qsmp x reader #birthday fic #GUYS I TRIED #im actually proud of this #speedrun it and it came out good like whaaat #nvm guys it took 6 hours #i’m so tired #not edited

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sparrowrye · 4 months ago

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A3 part 14

Synopsis: Alastor disappeared for 8 years, leaving you confused, crushed, and angry. You spent those years building up your new self and protecting the haven from dangers left and right. What will happen when he returns to the new changes? Will he return anytime soon? Could you even go back to the way things were?

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Part 14: the wedding

WARNING! It's long :P

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"Darling," Alastor called softly.

I was sitting at the dining room table with papers scattered across the surface. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until Alastor called me. His warm presence melted with mine as his gentle hands touched my shoulders.

"I'm awake," I mumbled, pushing myself upright and dragging the closest paper across the table. Alastor's hand gently pressed mine into the wood to stop me.

"Time for sleep, love," he spoke softly in my ear. His radio filter was off and his tone an octave lower than usual. He rubbed his cheek against mine, his hand moving up my arm and coming to wrap around my waist.

"I need to finish this." I tried for the paper again but he lifted me out of the chair before I could touch it. My movements were slow and sluggish, failing to push him away as he leaned down to lift my legs. I felt his mind merge with mine and force my head to rest on his shoulder.

To think, years ago, I would've hated the very thought of him being able to command my movements with mere thoughts. Now, it was almost comforting.

"But I need to finish..." I said quietly against his neck.

"Their wedding isn't for another week," he argued softly, "You can carry on tomorrow morning. One night will do no harm."

I had been trying to arrange everyone's schedule for the day of Reagan and Lucas' wedding. It was mostly double checking but when one mistake presented itself and needed fixing, it usually caused several other issues to mend it. I didn't realize how hard it was to organize and schedule people.

Charlie was making Reagan's wedding a bigger deal than probably either of us. Reagan wasn't one for being in the spotlight and I had expected to have close friends and family attend. Instead, Charlie had ensured everyone in the town knew about it and would celebrate in some way.

Fortunately, Reagan didn't seem to mind when talk went around the city. Talk of the city's most powerful guardians' daughter getting married to a Slight Human. Husker told me this marriage would likely help with the bad blood between Demons and Humans.

Alastor physically walked up the stairs to our bedroom. Everyone was asleep already, the lights in the house off save for our bedroom. It was warm and comforting.

Demon Hunters were starting to become a problem. They were a secret, big society. They were able to communicate mass events and mob gathering without technology. We couldn't pin point a leader like we did with Blackwater. They seemed to operate on an agreed schedule or maybe even a council.

Either way, they were dangerous.

Our city continued to grow and our territory expanded. We gave up trying to build a physical wall and increased our guard numbers and patrol. There were always guards around those who were building new homes and buildings. We were stretching further and further away from the coast, covering all the green from where I stood on the porch most mornings.

I became less of a guardian against outward problems and more of a warden inside. Not everyone was happy about living with the other species and it sometimes caused riots or huge fights and fires. I usually tried to let the inside guards handle it but when it became too much for them to handle, I stepped in.

Stress had creeped its way back into my shoulders. From the riots, to the Demon Hunters, to expansions, Nym and Thatcher's pre-teen issues, to Reagan's wedding. It was starting to take a toll.

Alastor snapped his fingers to dress me in my night attire and bent over to put me in bed. I gave in to the silky sheets and rubbed my face into my soft pillow. I heard his deep chuckle and smiled. A moment later he climbed into bed with me. I immediately shifted closer so I was pressed against his side, my tail wrapping around his ankle like it always did.

"Goodnight darling." He placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Goodnight," I mumbled.

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Reagan was a nervous wreck. She couldn't stop talking as myself and her bridesmaids fixed up her hair. We had it braided back with two strands relaxing on either side of her face. We added Arleen's pearl clips to it.

"Everyone knows people get nervous on their wedding day," one of her friends said.

"I think Lucas may be relieved you're still going through with this," I commented next. I couldn't say anything about weddings, having almost no experience aside from the research I had done for preparations, but I did know the two of them on a personal level.

"Are you sad?" she suddenly asked, making direct eye contact with me.

I blinked at her. "What for?"

"Me. Giving me away."

"I hardly consider it giving you away." I touched her arm reassuringly and looked at her in the mirror. "I trust Lucas, I trust you, and you're always going to be welcome in your home." I briefly stuck out my sharp tongue. "Plus, you promised me you'd have weekly dinners with us."

She rolled her eyes but her smile gave away her true feelings. The comment had eased her some but I sent magic down her muscles just to be sure. A little magic like that never hurt anyone.

I was wearing a pale, sleeveless, violet dress. The other bridesmaids were also wearing pale versions of any color they coaxed from Arleen. They were all silky smooth and fit just right on each of us.

We fixed up Reagan's makeup a little more, pinned any flyaways, and straightened out her dress. She took a slow, deep breath before letting us know she was ready. Her maid of honor ran out the room to let the other coordinators know she was ready.

We had secured one of the few event buildings in the city. It was a large hall with tables and a stage, as well as a few rooms in the back. We picked the one closest to the beach where the wedding would take place. Charlie had made sure to keep the roads we were using blocked off until the ceremony was done.

I could feel how many people were crowding the street or watching eagerly from their home. Reagan was close to a celebrity, being the adopted daughter of the haven's two most powerful guardians. We didn't count Charlie because we all know she could never hurt a fly.

"Are you ready?" I held out my arm to Reagan. She exhaled slowly again.

Then took my arm. "I shouldn't be this nervous."

"Of course you should. This is a big deal." I stood about half a head taller than her but I gave myself a few extra inches in foot claws to appear more taller. I relaxed her neck muscles again with magic.

The walk to the beach was short but crowded. Everyone had stopped what they were doing just to watch us walk by. Reagan's grip on my arm tightened at the undivided attention of this portion of the city. I heard, felt, and saw the breath of relief she let out when we finally reached the beach and curved to the side out of view.

Now it was nothing but friends and family lining the way. Lucas stood at the podium with one hand covering his mouth. He forced the hand to clasp his other one and failed miserably to stop the tears from falling. As handsome as he looked with his blond hair slicked back, Reagan and I both liked his usually unruly look. I knew for a fact that she would most certainly see that tonight.

Smiles followed her as a select few musicians played a peaceful melody to the side. They were just loud enough to hear over the crash of the waves. But Reagan was paying that no mind as we neared the front of the little crowd.

We stopped in front of Lucas. Reagan bit her lip as she let go of my arm in an effort to restrain the tears. As soon as her eyes found her soon-to-be husband, I slipped off behind her and joined Alastor in the crowd.

I had managed to coax him into wear his black suit from the gala instead of his usual red one.

Lucas' mother was the officiate for the ceremony. Religion wasn't a strong factor in our city, let alone much of the world anymore, so it was usually left to the parents or guardians of either side.

Reagan's maid of honor fluffed out the white dress as the ceremony began. I could hear the small click and shutter of Spencer's camera. He was more than happy to be the photographer for this momentous day.

I found myself entirely enraptured with the speech. I had never heard a wedding speech before, let alone believe that one day I would witness one.

Naturally, since the very moment Lucas asked for her finger size, I had thought of Alastor and I. We were soulmates but we weren't married. When I brought it up to him, he said it was a trifling ceremony meant to 'unify' (yes he used air quotes for the first time) individuals who hadn't found their soulmates.

He then proceeded to give me a history lesson on how weddings used to operate in the different centuries he had been alive in. I never broached the subject again.

As much as he didn't want a wedding, I was starting to want it. I wore his crest and he wore the family emblem but there was something about wearing a matching ring. He didn't wear any jewelry and having a single ring on his finger would stand out. We were together. Soulmates. Bonded.

I glanced up at him. He looked at me out the corner of his eye.

The couple said their parts, the crowd said ours as witnesses, then they kissed. Everyone instantly cheered and clapped. Reagan gave me a huge grin as he lead her back down the aisle. The rest of us followed close behind back to the event building.

The night went as perfectly according to plan as possible. A few others joined us at the after party where plenty of music, food, and drinks went about. I was grateful to have been part of the team to help set up. The other team would have to stay until everyone went home to start cleaning up.

Speeches were given throughout the night by selected people. I was one of the first and started my speech with a story of how Reagan and I first met at the exact same place the ceremony had been held. She was just a little teenager as we chatted on the big boulder about the fighting rings. Now she was a young adult who sometimes forgot she even had to go through such a part in her life.

Of course, I had to share the story of when she and Lucas first started expressing interest in the other. I pointed out all the different times they tried to 'walk into the other' on the street. Everyone "aww'd" at that one.

Other speeches were from friends and Lucas' side of the family. We had convinced some of them into staying a night in the haven for the ceremony. They would be teleported back to their homes tomorrow morning by Charlie.

Alastor's hand found my back. We had found a corner table to watch everything play out in front of us. The music was lively, the food hot and delicious, and the drinks expertly hiding the amount of alcohol in them.

Are you alright, love? Alastor asked through our minds.

I'm really tired, I answered. Planning for the wedding had been surprisingly exhausting. As much as I loved Reagan, I wanted the night to end early. I was ready for sleep. Nym and Thatcher were probably going to bed soon at their friend's house.

Perhaps we make our leave then. He offered, hand moving in small circles on my lower back. His magic was sealing through his palm and into my aching muscles.

There's still two hours left.

Reagan will be leaving with Lucas within the hour, per this tradition.

Might as well stay the hour. I'm the mother of the bride.

He leaned in to press his lips against the side of my head. I noticed several people turning their heads to watch, causing me shift my weight around.

Charlie is the organizer, not you. We can say you were not feeling well. They'll understand.

I don't know. I took a sip of sweet wine from my glass. My black claws were a stark contrast to the clear base.

A deep blue color spread through my mind. My eyelids felt heavier, as did my limbs. I put the glass down and sent a stroke of pain to his mind, not enough to actually hurt but enough to startle. Stop that.

I have done nothing wrong, he said amusingly.

My tail slipped under his pant leg and wrapped around his furry calf. His back went rigid, his claws suddenly still on my hip, and sharp eyes locked with mine. I yawned away the sleep spell he had attempted to put on me.

If you really wanted me in bed so badly, you could've just asked. My tail moved higher up his leg. His frozen smile, as well as our connection, told me it was surprise. Maybe I had overstepped. He was just as new to this as me.

He cleared his throat a moment later and leaned his arm on the table, bringing his head down to be level with mine. His smile had turned into a smirk. I always want you in bed, my dear. Platonically or romantically.

I crossed my arms on the table to bring my face close to his, the quiet bystanders having directed their focus on the new dance. I opened my metaphorical mouth to speak but he continued on.

It is difficult to focus on anything but your smooth figure silhouetted in the dark.

My eyebrows quirked up.

To attempt to sleep when your legs tangle perfectly with mine. When your breath fans my neck. When your body fits oh-so-perfectly against mine.

I blinked at him, my mind utterly silent for once.

It is difficult to refrain from pushing you into the mattress and making love in the moonlight.

He brought a red claw up to my cheek. "You're blushing, dear," he said aloud.

I reached up to feel the heat in my cheeks. I turned away and grasped the wine glass, coughing and clearing my throat.

Of course I blush when you say things like that, I remarked.

I can stop.

I couldn't prevent the thoughts or feelings that told him how much I didn't want him to do exactly that. I could feelhim read those very things and his smile grew wider.

But I would love to tell you more. Like how much I keep replaying that night in my mind, how much I wish to see your smooth skin in the firelight, how much I want to feel your sharp claws dig into my back...

On cue, he pressed the tips of his claws into my exposed back. I turned my head further away, sipping continuously on the wine to give myself something to do. I was very much awake now.

His red claw clanged with the glass as he pushed it down and away from my face. I gave him a scrutinized look as he straightened up, coming to stand a head taller than me again.

"How is everything?" Charlie's loud voice made me jump. I unraveled my tail so it fell lazily around Alastor's ankle. "Are you okay?" A look of worry crossed her face as she moved to stand closer to me.

"She is feeling unwell at the moment," Alastor answered. His hand on my back slowly moved lower.

"Yeah your face is all red. What's wrong?"

My face burned brighter. I practically slapped my forehead into the palm of my hand saying, "I just don't feel well all of a sudden. It'll pass." Alastor's hand moved further down my back. I was shooting all kinds of thoughts and signals for him to stop but he ignored me.

"Maybe you should go lay down." She put a hand on my shoulder and I side stepped towards the table to avoid it. She lowered her hand...as did Alastor's. "I've got it from here. I think Reagan is ready to have some privacy, too." She giggled at the end.

"I think we'll do exactly that," Alastor chimed in from over my shoulder. "Thank you, dear Charlie. She has been worrying herself sick over this wedding."

"Well you don't have to worry anymore!" Charlie deepened her voice for dramatization then laughed at herself. "Go sleep it off. I'll handle everything from here." She turned to walk away, seemingly satisfied with the result of the conversation.

Alastor's hand gripped the base of my tail.

I stifled a yell and lunged forward.

"What was that?" Charlie had turned around, innocent eyes looking me over.

"I-I didn't say anything. Thank you for helping with everything." My words practically slurred together with how fast I was trying to speak. I sent a sharper jolt of pain to Alastor's mind but he deflected it. I needed to know how he did that.

"Of course. Feel better!" Charlie merged with the crowd, probably in search of her partner to let her know the news. I brought the tip of my tail up to smack Alastor's hand that now hung carefree at his side. Fortunately he wasn't able to evade that move and quietly hissed at the sting it brought him.

I caught Reagan drinking a glass of water off to the side of the dance floor. I slithered behind the tables and people to meet her. She gave me a tight hug and agreed that she would sneak off with Alastor and I with her new husband. We were both lucky this part of the tradition didn't require any grand send off and instead allowed the couple to sneak off whenever they wanted.

Alastor held his arm for me to take and I did, reluctantly so, but kept my mind as detached from his as I could manage. Ever since our first time I found myself unable to completely remove my mind from his, forever tangled in his red and green colors. There were memories I still had yet to look through but part of me wanted to respect that last trace of privacy.

His cane tapped the stone street as the four of us walked back in the dark together. I could feel the happiness radiating off the newly wed couple, though their faces showed how exhausted they were. It can be quite tiresome to be the star of the show for so long.

Alastor kept his mind, and hands, to himself the whole walk back. Lucas and Reagan separated from us when they reached their apartment while Alastor and I continued out of the city and up the grassy hill. I had been insistent that there was a decent amount of grass between the house and the city. It helped make the house feel more like a haven to myself and the children I harbored.

Speaking of whom, I reached out my magic to find them safely asleep with their friends. The nightmare of Adam in their room was still ever present in my mind. There always seemed to be some kind of impending doom, one that I couldn't prevent and had to work through when it arrived. I was scheduled to meet with Lucifer in a few days to talk about visions again. He had given me a break since Alastor's return.

The front door closed behind me and my palms began to sweat. Alastor seemed to be moving in slow motion as he walked up the stairs ahead of me, red claw gently holding onto mine. His shoulders shifted with every step, his hair swaying, and his staff thundering on each plank. His mind was surrounding mine but not yet pushing through my inner barriers. I could sense a dull feeling of excitement.

He closed the bedroom door behind me. The room was dark a moment before he lit the fireplace. His green magic seeped through the air, filling the room with the fire's warmth in a matter of seconds.

I waited for his claws to find my waist, but they never did. He crossed my vision at a distance...then again. My feet stayed planted while my head turned left and right to watch him. His cane had disappeared, his hands were behind his back, and his eyes seemed a touch more red as they looked me up and down.

"What are you doing?" I flicked my tail against the floor in annoyance.

"Admiring."

"You didn't have enough time to do that today?" I mused. My head snapped to the right as he walked behind me and came up on the other side.

"There's never enough time," he answered. "Theres always something to admire about you."

"Like my tail? That was a dangerous move."

"Oh? How so?" He stopped in front of me and stood so close that I had to tilt my head back to keep eye contact.

"We were in public and Charlie almost saw."

"Is that all?" He reached up to brush a strand of hair out of my face. His claw was cool to the touch but left a hot trail on my skin.

For a moment I forgot he asked me a question. Then I saw his smile widen. "And me."

"Do tell. If we were not in public, what would you have done?" His claw moved to the other side of my face and pressed his palm in the sweet spot between my jaw and ear.

"You'd have one less ear."

The tension broke as he started to laugh. One hand held his stomach while the other hovered over my cheek. His radio filter was off and his genuine laugh filled my ears. I smiled as he attempted to compose himself.

"My dear...if I didn't know any better...I would say you have an obsession with them." His laugh turned into short chuckles in between words and his palm reattached itself to my cheek.

"No," my half-lidded eyes found his, "they're just your weakness."

His lips closed around his smile. Memories flashed in front of our eyes at the time I chased him through the shadows at Lucifer's palace. He had scared the daylights out of Nym and Thatcher (mostly Thatcher) and I wasn't letting that slide. I had pulled him out of the shadows and grabbed one of his ears. He was on his knees and wincing with every tightening of my grip.

He flinched when my real hand came up to gently touch the tuff. It flicked once, twice, before letting me run my fingers down the mix of fur and hair. Our faces were close from having to stand on my toes to reach. His eyes moved ever so slightly as he looked between both of my eyes.

My fingers wrapped around the base of his ear then stroked upwards once. His eyes immediately closed and he hummed. My other hand rested on his black clothed chest to keep my balance.

I stroked his ear again. I could feel him trying to swallow a moan.

I reached the base again. This time I was ready to squeeze hard, but his black and red claw grabbed my wrist. My eyes jumped from his ear to his eyes that were now focused intently on me.

"Trying something are we?" He knew. Of course he knew.

"A little payback for earlier, nothing detrimental."

He pulled my hand off and rested his other hand on the spot between my shoulder and neck. His thumb graced up and down a neck muscle.

"I have a little payback, too, my dear." A tentacle wrapped around my ankle. I looked down at it but Alastor caught my chin in his hand and pulled my head back up. The tentacle wound further up my leg.

"You didn't even suffer the consequences of your actions." I attempted to step away but the tentacle and his hand kept me in place. His smile was wide and his eyes seemed to flicker in the firelight.

The tentacle reached my knee.

I struggled against the tight hold as he brought his face closer. His free hand moved to my back and splayed his fingers across my exposed skin, right where my wings would normally manifest. He pushed me, pressing me into his chest and allowing his lips to graze my skin.

The contact made me freeze on the spot. Tingles of excitement ran through my fingers and into my brain. Alastor's mind was a cloudy green and leaking into my purple mind.

There were no thoughts when his tongue trailed up the side of my neck. My mouth dropped open as chills ran through my blood. My throat felt dry and my veins seemed to squeeze.

The fire went out.

A large hand came down on my chest and shoved me into the wall. My nose curled in a snarl but died upon seeing him. His eyes were mostly black and his antlers sprouted in janky angles.

"I have been so patient," his radio filter was back on and his voice an octave lower, "and understanding as you planned this wedding. But...even you cannot ignore the pull. The drive. The craving."

Hand still on my chest, he pressed the tip of his claw against my skin. He didn't draw blood but it was sharp nonetheless.

It took me a moment to compose myself. Fear of his supposed anger and of past memories had tripped me. As I searched his mind, I found no anger. Only hunger.

And desire.

"Is that all you feel?" My voice was shaky. "All you need?"

His eyes blinked back to their natural red, and he leaned down so our faces were level. "Is that all you are willing to give me tonight?" His other hand hovered an inch above my waist.

"I suppose I am...uh..." I licked my dry lips. "I am open to persuasion."

His yellow teeth poked through his lips. "I can be quite persuasive."

A single phrase said in two different ways at two different points in my life with him. The first he had chased me through the forest and nearly choked me against a tree. His feet had been the only thing in view as he said it.

Now, we were in a similar situation but the intentions and feelings were so different.

His claws found mine and he guided me over to the window seat. He sat down first and pulled me to stand between his legs. His intent flashed in my mind a moment before his hands slipped under my dress. He bunched the fabric up enough to let me kneel on either side of him, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.

I loved seeing him in a black suit.

My ears flicked at the sound of his slick tongue running across my skin. One claw stayed on my thigh while the other one supported my back, but mostly to keep me from leaning away.

He licked the same spot several times over until I felt the buzz of his magic numbing the area. His teeth broke my skin and his grip tightened ten fold. He sucked on the wound and shoved his teeth in it repeatedly to draw out more blood.

The more blood he swallowed, the hungrier I grew.

With his mind, teeth, and hands occupied, I brought my claw up to undo his tie. Next I unbuttoned his black suit. I shoved the fabric off his shoulders and started with the buttons of his red long sleeve.

When enough was undone, I ran the palm of my hand up his neck. He froze.

A moment later, Don't stop on my account, love.

I lowered my hand to the top of his chest then back up. He moaned into my wound as I moved up his neck. I grabbed hold his jaw and pushed him up and off my shoulder.

A look of bewilderment took over his features. How dare I stop him, how dare I grab him in such a way.

I kept my hand on his jaw, just as he had done to me hundreds of times, and whispered in his ear, "My turn." A shock of electricity sparked between us.

My hand held him by the side of his neck while my teeth found the other side. His mind, as pushy as ever, had me bitting down almost instantly. A moan replaced what I thought would be a hiss. His claws pressed harder into my skin and left bruises behind.

His blood soothed the itch in my throat and released the hold on my veins. I could feel his muscles rubbing against my teeth. It was sweet. So sweet. I could still remember the struggle of needing victims to satisfy my thirst that was never truly satisfied. I would always need his blood. I always need him.

He pried me off sooner than I wanted. He wrapped his arms around my back and placed kisses on my exposed chest. When he reached the fabric of my dress, his red eyes glanced up to watch me. The question and answer traveled through our minds.

A hand unzipped the dress from behind and it fell in my lap. I leaned away but he held on, eyes looking me over. Then they met mine and he waited, waited for the okay, before snaking out his tongue to run it across a nipple.

A gasp left my mouth. He hugged me close and attached his lips, his tongue moving in circles and barely flattened teeth grazing the tip. His eyes tried to find mine but I looked away. My arms wrapped around his shoulders and a hand came up to gently tug on his hair.

He switched sides. I let out a sigh when his hot mouth engulfed my other nipple. I felt oddly relaxed and settled on his lap as bolts of electricity zipped to my fingertips. I could feel the wetness between my legs and started to worry about getting anything on him.

"Why so quiet my dear?" Alastor trailed his tongue between my breasts and all the way up my neck. "I want to hear how you feel."

I gave a shy smile, still without looking at him. He rectified that by grabbing my chin and forcing me to look down at him. His canines were poking through his lips.

"I want you, love." He pulled me flush against him and this time I felt him. "Dare say, I need you."

He shoved away the memories that dared to resurface and brought up ones from our first time together. The gentleness, the care, the pleasure, the pain, the relief, the love.

It felt like there was a string reaching out to him and trying to merge with his mind. I could faintly remember the crossed feeling of being together at the end of our first time. That had felt good.

I wish to make love, darling.

I brought a shaky claw up to his cheek and pushed his red and black hair off his skin. He looked like he was starting to sweat.

Then let's make love.

He didn't hesitate to take his opportunity. He secured me against his abdomen as he abruptly stood up. The height difference made me feel unbalanced and I clung to his shoulders as best I could.

He knelt on the bed and led me down with his hand. Moonlight shined in my eye. When had the blinds opened?

"Look here, love." His claw wasn't sharp when he pushed my chin back towards him. "I'm the only thing you need to focus on tonight." He ran his claws down my clothed thigh.

"But...what if someone sees—"

"Who will see, darling? There is nothing but ocean on this side." He reached under the hem to pull at my undergarments. "And the little devils are not here tonight."

"They're not devils." I propped myself up on my elbows.

"Whatever you say, my dear." He pulled the loose dress past my waist, exposing me entirely. I instinctively turned on my side to shield myself. "Come." He grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my knees. He guided my wrists to his shirt collar and waited.

I licked my dry lips as I finished undoing the rest of the buttons. My hands moved slowly across his shoulders to push the shirt down his arms. His chest was a mix of skin and short fur and littered with scars. My fingers traced a large one by his heart.

The sound of him undoing his belt made my ears pin back. I fell back on the bed with one leg up to hide my features. His legs were to the side of him as his eyes watched me carefully.

You may end this if you wish. He said gently.

What?

It does not have to be tonight, if you are not ready.

"No no, I'm ready," I said aloud. "I want to."

I felt his magic deafen my ears as he slipped his belt out of the loops and toss it on the floor. My hearing returned as he shuffled closer to run a hand along my shin.

"I don't like that you hide from me, my dear," he confessed. "I will not harm you."

"I know that." I hid my mouth behind my hand. Even so, I felt my fear washing away with every wave of words he spoke. How did he always say the right thing?

He wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged me closer. Our hips touched, his still clothed, and we faced opposite directions. He lowered his head for a kiss and got more.

One hand found the back of his exposed arm and the other the back of his head. His tongue touched my lips so I pushed his head more and opened my mouth wider.

He hummed into the kiss and I returned it. His tongue was longer and skinnier than mine and did wonders with just circles. I was using all my strength on the back of his neck to keep me upright. He fixed that by half lifting me and placing me further up the bed.

I loved the feeling of his chest against mine.

I loved it even more when his fingers slipped inside me. My back arched as my mouth fell open. He kissed the side of my jaw as his fingers slipped in and out repeatedly. Every now and then he curled his fingers and made my stomach feel funny.

He was kneeling over me, using one hand to touch me and the other to grab my wrist. He pulled my hand near him and my knuckles grazed his member. I went very still.

"It is nothing complicated, I assure you," he said gently, half amused. "Just move your hand up and down."

I had read...things...about this but doing it was something completely different. What if I did it wrong? What if he didn't like it?

"Just try," he answered the questions.

I swallowed on nothing and hesitantly wrapped my dulled claws around him. I started to move my hand up and down, listening intently to his thoughts for what he wanted me to do.

I gave light squeezes up and occasionally ran my thumb across the tip. Every time I did his whole body shuttered. His fingers continued their magic on me, still working as it should despite my entire attention focused on not screwing up.

You are perfect, darling. You're my soulmate for a reason.

I used my free hand to grab a handful of his hair and pull him in for a kiss. He moaned this time and I followed immediately after.

Finally he had reached his limit.

He removed his fingers and I let go. He asked for my go ahead one last time before pressing into me. This time it felt really good.

The stretching wasn't as painful and his hot breath on my skin was like a drug. Stars danced across my vision as all my senses focused on our intertwinement and his lips grazing my collarbone. My toes curled the sheets, my claws gripped his back, and my head leaned back into the pillow.

His breaths turned to gasps, which turned to moans, which turned to growls with every thrust. I managed to bring myself back to my body and watched the muscles in his arms work to keep him up and moving.

He dragged his tongue down my neck.

He felt hot.

I couldn't breathe, but it didn't scare me.

I just wanted more. More and more.

The friction wasn't enough.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. The slight change in angle sent my head further back and my jaw wide open. My claws dug into his back as his teeth sank in my shoulder.

"Al...Alastor...please...don't stop..." I whispered in his ear that was pinned back.

"Louder dear," he said between thrusts, "I need to hear how good I make you feel."

The timing of that phrase and a sharp thrust pulled a moan from my throat. I mumbled the same things over and over again as his speed picked up.

Alastor. The Radio Demon.

I was his soulmate. I was the one he wanted. I was the one he was having sex with.

"Al...right there. Don't stop. Don't stop."

He growled right in my ear as my claws punctured his skin. Everything in my body tightened as I rode out my high with his thrusts. I saw nothing but stars and a flurry of green magic as Alastor came undone.

Our magic merged. Our minds merged. Our memories, our feelings, our thoughts, they all merged. Absolute content and joy filled every sense we had. I couldn't tell who had yelled. I couldn't even feel my body anymore. I floated in nothingness with Alastor, as Alastor. Our minds were as entangled as I expected our bodies to be.

It was like his green magic was curling protectively around mine and melting together.

Then we were slammed back into our separate bodies. Alastor was half on me, breathing heavily. He got to his forearms and slowly pulled out. The sensitivity made me wince.

"You are so addicting," he rasped in my ear.

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Author's Note:

Sorry this took so long to get out! We have roughly 6 more chapters of this series ~~le gasp~~! Also, this is like chapter 70

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Taglist:

@wendigonamecaller @saccharine-nectarine @martinys-world @thesimpybitch @papas-ghoulette @masochist-downfall

#demi demon #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #soulmate au #soulmates #reqs open

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firstfirerebel · 6 months ago

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𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣

Sumary: When Levi was forced to join the Survey Squad, he left someone behind, someone who had grown to hate him since then...

(Levi was forced to join the Survey Squad by Erwin, that's also why I don't like the ship Eruri [I love both, but together it's just toxic])

Pairing: Levi x fem! Reader

Warnings: Mention of abusive childhood, many traumas (bullying, mental abuse,...), angst, hurt

Years have passed since you last saw him. The guy you grew up with, and the guy who betrayed you.

Growing up was hard for both of you. You had more luck with the standard of the family, but still, your life was hard. Being the kid of two people who hated each other and only communicated by yelling and fighting wasn't exactly a good place for a child.

People around you always found something to mock and bully you. Kids your age were the worst. Except for him, you met Levi when you were forced to go to a club with your so-called father.

He never stopped drinking, so you just went to search for a silent corner to wait till this horror was over. But the only place that was at least a little bit calm was occupied with a dark-haired slim boy.

"Family problems?", you asked him.

"Something like that," he awnserd, and you silently walked towards and sat beside him.

"Wanna talk?,"

He shook his head for a 'No', which you totally got. You also wouldn't want to tell a literal stranger your deepest and darkest secrets, but on the other hand, letting it out would be better. It seemed like your whole life purpose was to hold the burdens of your family, no matter if you could take it or not.

"What's your name? I'm (Y/n). My siblings wanted that to be my name. It's ugly. I know,"

"Levi," he awnserd short and quietly.

"You know, my father is a lot here. It would be nice to have someone here I could spend my time with. Would you mind?",

He just blinked, which you got as a sign that he didn't care. But you weren't someone to give up just like that. Otherwise, you might have never managed to survive.

Breaking the ice was hard when it came to this boy, but after a few times of being there, he even told you that he actually liked your name and thought it was pretty. A little while after that, you caught him crying because some neighbor kids made fun of him (this was before his mother died, so he didn't know how to defend himself cause no Kenny). Those weren't new for you. They also constantly mocked you.

"Hey! Three against one? You're cowards!" After you managed to distract them from Levi, you tricked them into believing you went home when you really went to search for your friend.

You found him leaning onto a brick wall and sat beside him in silence.

"Thanks, but why did you do that?",

"Because it's OK if they make fun of me, but not if they make fun of my friends. I don't care what they do to me. I look out for you. And I know you look out for me. That's what friends are there for,"

Since that incident, nothing parted you guys. You even switched your birth necklaces to show that you were connected. But everything good must come to an end.

When his mother died, you didn't see him for weeks, so when you went to look for him, you met his uncle Kenny. You both pep him up again, and since your family didn't care about you, you decided to be with Levi since he needed someone after losing his mother.

Kenny taught you how to defend and provide for yourself, but that was it. He left you when you had learned it all.

"Even if he's gone now, we still have each other. Nothing really bad can happen to us as long as we have each other,"

It was you. Always you. You were the one who comforted him when he had to deal with shit. You were there for him to fix what society broke. And even after you allied with others, you two were the closest. No one could come in between.

That's what you thought.

After your team took Isabel in, you thought it would only become better. She even called Levi, her big brother, to his annoyance. It was like a sting right to your heart. But Isa didn't know what you both had gone through together, so you felt guilty of feeling this way. Besides her seeing him like her brother, didn't mean you were replaced! Your bond was stronger than that of siblings or lovers. Once you swore to never let anything part you, you'd never be separated, never.

Until one order changed everything.

You thought it was the Military Squad, but nope, it was the Survey Squad. You were the only one who managed to get away. But you watched from a distance how a soldier pushed Levi into a puddle of mud that had the consistency of water. Hell for him...

But when you went to go closer to hear what they were saying. You only heard Levis annoyed:"I'll join the Survey Squad."

A punch into your guts. He'd leave the underground. He'd leave you! Breaking the promise HE made you. And for joining a squad?!

You weren't someone who cried. When your whole body was covered in bruises because of a fight that didn't go as planned, no tear. Your family yelling and insulting you, no sob. But now your eyes became watery, and your vision blurry. It felt as if you were suffocated. Breathing was almost impossible.

As if the whole ground you believed to be steady and safe just tore open to devour you.

No, you wouldn't cry! Not because of him and especially not while still seeing him.

A few weeks after that, you luckily met Kenny again. It was more like he found you.

Since that scene, it was like you had to go through every trauma you experienced again, but this time on your own without someone at your side. Kenny told you of his new job at the Military Squad and that he could need a tough girl like you.

Training and years in hiding. That was your whole life from then on. With nothing on your mind, then to finally throw this damn birth necklace of him away. It was your kind of connection, your bond, after all.

Allying with the man that once left you and him. Just to tell humanitys strongest soldier one thing.

And finally, the day came. The Survey Squad decided to turn against the Military Squad. And that was your and Kenny's time.

Fighting your way to his side, just to slowly rip his birth necklace off your neck, look at him with disgust, and throw it into a mud puddle before his feet. With one word on your lips.

"Traitor"

#levi ackerman #reader insert #x reader #fanfic #dark themes #trauma #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x fem!reader #aot x reader #aot x female reader

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bengiyo · 3 months ago

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Don't Care for an Old Man's Underwear Ep 11 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

This watch made possible by @isaksbestpillow.

Last time, Daichi's dad came back into the picture and dumped a heaping pile of homophobia right on top of our favorite boy. Daichi, despite all his courage and conviction, balked before his father. No one was able to say much to Daichi; not Madoka, not Makoto. Makoto wasn't sure how to interject himself in this situation, and hesitated because he wanted to move properly. At work, there was discussion about people being downsized and laid off, and how that ruined relationships once a man could no longer provide. Meanwhile, Kakeru is struggling with the ethics of makeup after he helped his friend pretend to be a kind of girl she isn't. Finally, when no one else seemed like they could talk to Daichi, Kakeru reminded us that he's Makoto's son and meddled directly. We left at Daichi's dad being horrible to Kakeru, and Makoto stormed off to confront the man once he found out.

I really like how vile this final villain is with his presentation as reasonable and principled. He uses a soft tone, but he's constantly turning things around to be cruel. He made his son suffer, and he was rude to Kakeru. I almost wonder if he provoked Kakeru just so he had the leverage to demand the Okita family stay away from Daichi. He's an excellent villain, because you have to use all the empathy and compassion the show brought out of you to resist this man's flawed logic.

Wow, Makoto gets it. I am gonna cry because I'm so proud of him for not losing his conviction.

Madoka, my guy, what are you doing? This is a big problem you should face together.

Oh, Kakeru, you were so harsh to everyone all season about how they talked to you. It's hard to talk to people isn't it?

OOF Mor is also dealing with the expectations of society at large. We're really building to a finale.

And now Mika might be losing her job!

My family is in crisis!

Truly so special that Makoto has finally reached an understanding with his family that he realized what was wrong with each of them.

No! Don't ruin the sanctity of the park!! Gays, get it together!!

"Why are there so many obstacles to overcome if you're gay?" Bitch, me too, the fuck!!

It did feel like a barrier had formed between Daichi and Makoto. I'm sad and frustrated.

Y'all are gonna kill this old man.

Okay, what bad news did Furuike get, because my man just reiterated that when you grow up your heart dies?

Oh, Furuike, you've come along as well. Responding to the info that Shimura realized what was going on with him that she should be promoted is excellent growth. I also love him reminding Makoto that he's not dead yet. Life is still worth living.

I love Makoto recognizing that he was asked to be the matchmaker. He needs to know that the rules of the society can be turned for the betterment of people even in the modern age.

KAKERU'S TELLING SHIZUKA HIS FEELINGS OVER MAKEUP

"Making noise to help you forget is also what friends are for." Y'all I'm overwhelmed.

"If I'm ever unsure of myself, I'll ask Kakeru-tan to do my makeup." STOP MAKING ME CRY.

Actually so important that this show reiterates that even straight people get rejected constantly by others for failing to be what others want them to be

Of course Moe's full pen name is Pectoralis Major Huge Melons. I love her.

I'm so happy to see Makoto and Mika talking about things over chores together. I'm so proud of Mika, too.

Save us, Carlos!!!

YES, MEDDLE!!

Wow, this is the best show I've ever seen. The Okita family showed up exactly as themselves, with their passions plain, and stood before Daichi in front of this cruel man. Makoto demolished that man entirely, and said plainly that he is cruel to his son.

Daichi said it! If I change myself like that then I won't be myself!

Don't let the door hit you on the way out!!

So thankful that this show gave us that scene between Mihoko and Daichi. Sometimes we have to accept that people important to us won't accept us, but we must remember that we have those who will.

Way to release the tension with an old man's underwear and his kids dunking on him.

THEY SAID THE NAME OF THE SHOW! FINISH YOUR DRINKS!!

Of course Makoto is a crying, sloppy mess during the wedding. I love him.

What a beautiful finish.

Final Verdict: 11, Television Can Still Be Good. Truly, I don't know how else to describe this other than as one of the most important things I've ever watched in the last 20 years of engaging with stories about queer people. Seeing the Okita family reveal their passions and blast Daichi's dad like Care Bears as Makoto tells him he's a cruel asshole jumping to the front of the line to beat him up. This show earned every single beat it hit, and it was so lovely to watch a show where every character had goals and challenges. It wasn't just about making sure two guys have sex. This was a story about friendship and community, and it had strong ideas about how we make ourselves suffer for the betterment of others and yet no one is happy. This is one of the best things I've ever seen. Please go watch it.

#Ben watches #ossan no pantsu ga nandatte ii janai ka #oppan #don't care for an old man's underwear #japanese drama #jdrama

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ani-coolgirl · 5 months ago

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The Problem with Leviathan

So I finally figured out the problem with season seven's Leviathan story. I always disliked the Leviathan as villains and could never quite put my finger on why. Part of it was the wasted potential--the end of season six promised Lovecraftian horrors (which I always thought was the perfect escalation in a literal post-Biblical Apocalypse) and then... didn't. But unfulfilled promises aside, I never understood why what we did end up with (Soylent Green by way of They Live) bothered me so much. But watching the opening of 07x22 (There Will Be Blood) it finally hit me.

See, in the scene, Dick Roman is doing an interview with a reporter discussing his company's move into corn syrup additives for food. As a viewer, we know this is Bad because we are aware of the Leviathans' plan to turn the entire of the human race into delicious dumb cattle for their consumption. But then it clicked that this has exactly zero impact on the main characters of the show. Let me explain:

The entire narrative of Supernatural up until this point is centered squarely on Sam and Dean. Even the end of the world was actually all about Sam and Dean's relationship. This is a fact, even if you don't bring in Chuck's zany meta-ness in the final season. Sam and Dean are the story. What the Leviathan's are up to, though? Nothing to do with Sam and Dean. It doesn't even have anything to do with their world. The boys live off the grid. They don't care about corporate scheming or government conspiracies. If it weren't specifically for the fact that they eat junk food, nothing the Leviathan's did would have affected them at all at this point. Hell, if the Big Mouths hadn't coincidentally attacked Jody at the beginning of the season, I'm not sure they ever would have found out anything about the Leviathan besides the fact they exist (since they witnessed Cas mpregging them before his "death"). In fact, in the latter half of the season, their investment almost solely hangs on the fact they're pissed Roman killed Bobby. Hell, if Roman hadn't dug up the Leviathan tablet (for reasons that are never explained to us, by the way) the Winchesters would have no way of stopping their plans. Almost everything that happens in this season is because of sheer coincidence.

It's not just that the Leviathan are lame and aren't scary (even though they are in fact lame and not scary), it's the fact that as a monster they don't work in the kind of world that Supernatural had built up in the previous six years. Oh no! And evil species of monsters have infiltrated all strata of society to turn us into hamburgers! How will our heroes deal with this? Uh, they bumble into the answer and solve it by stabbing things, like they always do. The horror in the show, even when it has broad-reaching implications, has always been very personal. Werewolves aren't scary because they eat people, it's because they can be normal people who otherwise live and love just like us. Demons aren't scary because they do shitty things, it's because they show the capacity of all people to become their worst selves. The Leviathan don't reflect the human condition in any way, and their commentary on corporate America doesn't work in a story where the protagonists don't work in regular society. The Leviathan are a warning of the dangers of blindly trusting corporations with our health and safety. But the Winchesters never did that. They're outcasts. They run credit card scams and sleep in abandoned warehouses and no-name hotels. They aren't the intended target, so they don't make good narrative foils.

But Dean eats cheeseburgers, so I guess we gotta stop these bastards before they take over the world!!

#supernatural #spn #supernatural meta #meta #one of my rare meta posts #i hope you enjoy my unedited ranting #seriously tho i just vomit thoughts on the screen #don't take me too seriously

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icanseethefuture333 · 1 year ago

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Can you do the same reading that you did on Karina for IVE Wonyoung?💗💗

PURRR IT GIRL WONYOUNG, yk the vibes 🧘🏽‍♀️💅🏽

Tarot reading on:

IVE's Wonyoung

Wonyoung's reputation as an Idol:

The Hierophant, Six of Cups, & Knight of Wands

For Wonyoung's reputation, I see that people see her as a calm and sweet person, who also has great self assurance. She is very sure of herself and what position she wants to play in society. Wonyoung wants to reach to the top and won't stop until she gets there. People could think her fanbase are apart of some sort of cult though (I mean... judging by the #wonyoungism trend... I could totally see that 😭). Her fans worship her, literally. They don't have anything bad to say about her. Also I feel that Wonyoung adores her fans just as much as they adore her. She sometimes feel they can project their insecurities or trauma dump onto her though, so it can be overwhelming for her at times to deal with given she's still young herself. Overall, Wonyoung wants to be a good role model for kids younger than her and would like to be considered their big sister 🥰. (Clarified by the Star) This is a wish fulfillment for her and I feel that Wonyoung has been manifesting this level of fame and success ever since she was a young girl. Her self concept is impeccable.

What does the music industry think of her?:

Seven of Cups, Seven of Wands, Seven of Pentacles, & Ace of Cups

Wow 777, so the industry or the entertainment she's signed under feels that they hit the jackpot with her. Wonyoung attracts business opportunities with ease and she gets her job done efficiently. Her mindset is "I want it, I got it" and so her label has no worries when it comes to her. I feel that Wonyoung is also able to express herself very elegantly as well when she doesn't feel comfortable with something or has an idea for a concept that the group should do. Simply put, everyone around her just loves her. I'm curious to know how the members of IVE feel about her though. (Clarified by Ten of Swords, Ace of Swords, & The Lovers) I feel that the other members were scared about being in a group with someone who was already so popular. Some members of IVE could of had read some comments and felt excluded or sad they weren't as mentioned during their debut. They had to have some sort of conversation about it with their label and I think as they got to know her, the worries they had originally just faded away. Wonyoung and the other girls could have come to an agreement about something? Or they have great communication skills, so there isn't the need to compete with one another. The members of IVE do care about each other and have a close bond. It's giving girls supports girls and we love to see it 👏🏽.

What do other idols think of Wonyoung?:

Four of Cups, Three of Swords, Five of Cups, Four of Pentacles, The Chariot, & The Moon (reversed)

(TW: Body shaming)

Wow I couldn't even shuffle and I already channeled some messages: "She needs to get off her high horse", "she's setting an unhealthy beauty standard", "she's too skinny". People have A LOT to say about her it seems and it's nothing nice. When idols are asked what do they think of Wonyoung, they just get so mad??? Some people could genuinely just hate her but don't even actually know her. This saddens Wonyoung because she'd like to be closer with some idols but they don't even give her a chance (poor girl aw 🥺😭🤧). Wonyoung at this point just keeps to herself because she feels when she tries to make friends it doesn't work. She is very sensitive and protective of her heart. Wonyoung could be reflecting on her actions and wondering if she did something wrong. She is wondering if she is being as good of a role model that she wanted to be. (Clarified by Two of Cups) I think eventually she will make a best friend soon ☺️! Someone who could relate to her and meet her half way. This person is very humble and likes to get to know people without gossip or rumors being involved.

Who is the person that Wonyoung will become friends with?

Page of Swords - Ahh okay I think I know who the person is. They are someone with masculine energy. Possibly someone from JYP? They could have long black hair and their features resembles a cat. They are both similar as regarding their abilities to attract prosperity and abundance, so together they could be really powerful.

#wonyoung #ive #ive readings #kpop readings #kpop reading #celebrity readings #tarot readings

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bobbydagen24 · 4 months ago

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Thinking about this well known Proverb and how it very easily could have applied to Branch had he Gone Down a Darker path and also It made me think up an idea where the future Villain is someone else who was outcasted by Pop Village.

I think it could be pretty neat if the villain of a future film was another Grey Troll who was basically outcasted from the Village due to how Peppy used to run things

maybe he even went off with his own small Group of Trolls who were all shunned by Pop Society after the Bergen escape because they weren't Happy and partying 24/7 and actually had issues.

or Hell maybe they were even straight up left behind in the tunnels during the Bergen escape because they were Grey and thus

whichever villagers were meant to be keeping an eye on them didn't care enough to go back for them after they fell behind.

I think it could maybe be cool if a future film had Poppy having to Deal with Villains that were a Direct Result of the flawed way her dad used to run the Village

plus having some Villains who Branch can see himself in and Relate to could be interesting

and maybe this leads to my Peppy Dies idea playing out where Poppy wants to make peace with the Group Despite them being a threat to the whole village

and other people warning her against trying to reason with them Poppy still goes ahead and arranges to meet with them to try and talk peace only for it to be a trap

and as a result Peppy has to sacrifice himself to save Poppy and everything I said in my other post comes to pass

Poppy feels guilty over his death and Branch consoles her since he understands what it feels like

viva maybe blames Poppy at first for not listenening to everyone else and she thinks they have to go full force on the Grey Troll group to stop them.

but in the end after a climax where they do try to stop whatever the Grey Troll Groups final plan is ( maybe they just wanna Destroy the Village or turn them all Grey somehow IDK lol )

but when confronted with the main leader of the Group again Poppy actually proves she truly sticks to her morals and beliefs even in the face of Hardship

and she Reaches across the aisle to the Villain convincing him to make peace for the good of both of their Tribes of people admitting her dad wasn't perfect and made some big mistakes in how he Ran things

but she knows that he wanted her to do better and she wants to do better by them all and that no one else has to get Hurt for it to Happen.

so the leader agrees and he and Poppy make peace for the sake of their people and Poppy for her own peace of mind as well I Guess.

and the movie ends with the other Group integrating back into Pop Village and as a Result we see some changes in Pop society

maybe the movie ends with a support Group Ran by the Grey Trolls being set up in the village to show they are no longer just going to push Trolls to the side or ignore them when they have negative thoughts and feelings

with Branch of course taking part as a show of solidarity

also maybe his loved ones kept on telling him he should try it out since he so obviously could do with people who he can talk to about his problems who could actually understand him a bit better 😭😭😭😭

so yeah anyway point is the Village takes active steps to make the Grey Troll Group feel more welcome and Heard in their society undoing some of the Damage that Peppy accidentally did during his Reign.

and Poppy and Viva Decide not to waste their lives Hating on the leader of the other Group Despite what he did

since they are True Trolls and believe in giving people a second chance to Redeem themselves even if it isn't easy for them.

which I feel would make Poppy's posotive enthusiastic attitude and moral values more Respectable tbh.

what do you think about the Idea? about both the Grey Troll Group? and about Poppy Forgiving Peppy's killer do you think it'd be too far?

or do you think Trolls could make the forgiveness message work even being that extreme?

#trolls #trolls branch #dreamworks trolls #branch trolls #trolls dreamworks #trolls poppy #trolls 4 #trolls 4 ideas #poppy trolls

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lesbiangummybearmafia · 11 months ago

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Gilded Age, 02x06, Warning Shots. My thoughts...

Turner can go fuck herself! Seriously her revenge doesn't go the way she wants it to, so her next is to steal Bertha box at Met. By getting some getting some old money people to go to new opera house she has some cojones. Hoe I don't think so! I love that George set everything right again, don't mess with his wife! Good man! Can someone, but Bertha please expose Turner for who she really is, a two bit hoe lady's maid that tryed pathetically to get her bosses husband to sleep with her. She'll be dropped out of high society on her ear!

The word frenemies should of been invented to describe Bertha and Mrs. Astor's "friendship". I swear the moment Gladys said 'I thought you were friends' to Bertha, frenemies started flashing in my head in neon red lol.

Omg Marian, I felt so horrible for her put on spot like that in front of everyone. He didn't even court her or anything! Oscar at least kissed the girl he's trying to convince. He's gay for crying out loud, can't imagine kissing a woman high on list of things to do but he did damn it! Marian and Dashiell haven't even done that, let alone gone a true date or anything. I do like him, it just feels like he's jump the gun alot. It seems like he's looking more for a mother for his daughter than an actual wife. Which isn't cool dude! I do like how Marian got around saying yes, that was creative.

How cruel to do that to Aunt Ada and Luke. It's just evil! I just bust into tears. She finally finds her person only to have this happen. Aunt Ada has the purest of hearts she and Luke don't deserve this!! All I know is there better be a goddamn miracle happen and he lives!!! When Aunt Ada comes down stairs and Aunt Agnes is waiting for her just being her big sister. I couldn't take it, I started sobbing right along with Aunt Ada. Because not matter what Aunt Agnes said or does she loves her little sister.

I really don't like what their doing with Peggy and her boss! This week I'm liking she's all get away you're married. Just hope it stays that way. Because other wise it's just going to come off as badly for both characters. I really don't like her boss! Beyond he's already married! All I know is if I heard the line my wife doesn't understand me like you do. I might scream!

Ok I'm so confused what Oscar is up with the investment. I am glad he moved in direction that might lead to something more then friendship. I do like them together.

Can George please be a good man to his workers. He's such a good man in so many other respects. When he was in the head of labor union house it was easy to see he cared. Especially the fact that son worked at the plant or that the children didn't go school or have one to go to. He's not like the guy that works for him. George isn't a heartless, unfeeling, subhuman who would of gladly killed all those men and not even blinked an eye. So I'm hoping we'll see George do the right by working with the labor union to come with deal that works with for both sides. Also see build a school, George Russell is a fictional character after all why not make him like say Milton Hershey who really champion for his workers, build them homes, schools, a hospital and everything else in Hershey, Pennsylvania so they could work more easily at his plant. Because it's like we can him wanting do that. He stop those soldiers from shooting on the striking workers, where the other dude would of been happy with countless die and wouldn't of cared, he'd all been price of doing business he's just subhuman!

I think it so amazing what Jack did with clock! I definitely don't think he shouldn't give up. Love how everyone in the house expects one believe in him and gave him the money to go to patton office.

Can we take a minute to talk about Armstrong. They show us how horrible her mother is ok I can get that, but there are people with horrible parents that don't become that. I'm living proof of that! So what else is her deal!?! Because she's one dimensional at this point, even after them showing us her mother it's still impossible to have any empathy or simple care for her. She's just the most bitter, jaded, miserable character of the whole series. If anyone would be entitled to feel that way it would be Peggy's, her baby son died but she's nothing like that. So I hope they give us more on Armstrong character. Because I'm so tried of her being a buzz kill, shit Aunt Agnes isn't that bad!! When she said that stuff when Jack's patton get approved, truthfully I just really wanted to slap her. Because being cruel and horrible is a choice, it's abusive. It's not because of how she was raised with her mother if that was case she's be like to everyone. She's not, if she was like that with say Aunt Agnes her ass would of been fired by now. She's selective on who she's abusive too.

I'm over Mr. McAllister playing both side! I feel he needs to be loyal to one side now. I of course I want it to Bertha's. personally find Mrs. Astor too arrogant, overblown, way too many people been kissing her ass for so long that thinks she just be a bitch to everyone. Or that her personality because outside her daughter we haven't seen her be truly nice to anyway not ever Mr. McAllister. It's she walks in a room she just expects them all just to kiss her ass. Where Bertha generally nice to people, especially her staff. Which is one of things I do really love about her. I do wish be less shape with Gladys. She keep Gladys in a golden box than snap at her when she doesn't understand something. It's like Bertha you only have yourself to blame if Gladys doesn't understand these things. Chill woman! Gladys looked so hurt by Bertha words and tone. I understand that feeling very well. I would really love to see a scene where Gladys stands up to Bertha when she snaps at her and Bertha realize what she's doing. And they have a moment where Bertha said she's going to stop doing that. Because we have seen it in her Bertha way she does truly love both her children deeply.

I do have to say I want more Bertha in last two episodes she's been seriously lacking. Or at least it felt lacking to me. I know there are bunch of other story lines going on and need they need equal attention but I still want more Bertha!!

#the gilded age #the gilded age spoilers #the gilded age season 2 #02x06 #warning shots #bertha russell #george russell #gladys russell #marian brook #anges van rhijn #ada brook #oscar van rhijn #dashiell montgomery #maude beaton #jack tga #armstrong tga #turner tga #i #my thoughts

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itissadbutitsmy-artblog · 1 year ago

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This might sound a bit dumb, but I have an AU idea where Pepper Mint somehow manages to retain control of his Pepperminteppi form & escape with Cadebra. Cadebra: "So my friend is now an immortal Primordial being that can use massive amounts of black magic. Nice." The Cult has to deal with their God not wanting anything to them (& also being in Wizard Jail for, y'know, murdering children).

OK HIIIIIIIIIIIIII

absolute delight and excitement and beige comics under the cut let's go insane

first off this is such a fun idea but i kept getting stuck because how did they get out if he didnt get at least a little violent? they were in a Situation. thats why he started blasting in the first place in the movie! he kills everyone holding cadebra and then kills everyone else who is looking at the two of them funny, and he tells her to get out before he starts hurting her too. but anyways i digress. au! my polite little boy uou (transcipts in image descs to save on space. i realize i should be doing this in the first place to be more accessible but i dont do it. ay. someday ill get over that brain hurdle)

the profs are so. blank eyed about being Stopped. that’s their GOD. they want him to do the prophesied deeds! but he’s not. “aren’t you our god now” no I’m just that kid but I have this primordial god deity chilling giving me horrible advice now in my head. awful. thanks. i just learned real fast real hard how to love and trust myself

and then also i was like. well like. w. what is everyone gonna say. not nice things. thats a scary insect boy (WHY HE INSECT? IVE NEVER DRAWN PEPPERMINTEPPI PROPERLY BEFORE AND ITS KILLING ME WHY IS HE A BEETLLEEEEE).

and also also. also. ???? drinking the ichor SUCCESSFULLY, is quite literally what og peps just,, keeps saying will Recreate Him, OG Peps, so i guess he did that (?? HELLO) or something similar when he was little but as you can tell he did not uh. keep the scary beetle body. maybe he didnt have a bestie to protect

anyways. so. pep likes being big. :)

also have this

poor pep trying to mediate between the gay idiot he used to be in his head (not the gay idiot he still is) and the giant scary monster from the before-nothingtimes he just willingly added to the vr chat

and his poor fuckin teachers

(ron james is too old and anxious for this shit and life giving magus has a thing about not letting people feel sad :( hes an Emotions Wizard being sad makes him do Evil Magic did you watch the episode Little Dude? gotta keep his students feeling loved and safe or else. especially when they’re um. imbued with massive amounts of dark magic. sorry I like the them)

i also have this from discord

I don’t know how to end this post this au is fun. none of the kids and few of the adults know the significance of this guy. pep is like hnnnnn just wanna be a normal kid but also scarypowerfulbig. enough. to protect. blaines over here like we are not letting him in the school like that are we and weaponhead is like well. the important thing is we aren’t letting the murderers back in. Blaine.

Maybe larry (cousin got fucking murdered by the teachers) and pep (reached level 100,000 just by drinking juice and now kinda scares everyone) drop out together. just chill quiet together. what do wizards even DOOOOOO, get COFFEE??? make up entirely new schools of magic kinda like those jerky secret societies but less jerky (ron James s6e13 “thanks for the crabapples giussepe”)????? just sit around and wait for Blaine (RULES GUY) and Deb (needs structure in her life and thinks school is fun) to get out of class so they can go do things?

also also I was gonna be Sad tm that you said pep was immortal now, but I insist on believing that wizards have long lifespans. so it’s not like Deb and blaine and larry just fucking DIE ten seconds into pep’s infinite life. they’re there. for a while. (:

#i turned into a swirling vortex of delight and wizards over this #adventure time #distant lands #au #asks #traditional #zoomerinaboomercostume #I don’t wanna tag everyone wehhhh #i do need to draw the evil teachers 🔘_🔘 I just love rj and life giving magus so much #brb making Ron James Drinking into my avatar #what do we call him. pepi 🥺

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frodothefair · 4 months ago

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Eomer's suspension bridge.

This started out as a reply to @errruvande, but then I thought it could be its own headcanon post!

Now, in The Golden Hall, Eomer's POV is still to come, but I was thinking that if Eomer and Lothiriel's marriage is to be a hasty one, born of a strong attraction on Eomer's part, here is how it might have happened.

It has to do with the "Suspension Bridge Effect," a phenomenon in psychology where people misinterpret fight or flight cues as sexual attraction. Basically, if you meet someone while crossing a suspension bridge, your heart might be pounding out of fear, but you're also more likely to be attracted to that person because your mind misreads the heart pounding, sweaty hands, etc. as excitement.

Eomer loses a great deal in the War of the Ring -- his uncle and cousin die, his sister almost dies, and Rohan is in shambles. But at the same time, he experiences a meteoric rise. He never expected to be King, but suddenly he is, and everyone is deeply grateful to him. Everybody wants a piece of him, and everyone is bestowing the highest honors upon him.

That sort of thing is bound to go to your head. Really, it is. At least initially, during the "honeymoon" period -- pun intended.

But even more than that, emotions of every kind are probably running high. Fear is still not completely resolved, nor would be anytime soon. There is the pain of loss and the head-spinning joy of redemption when Eowyn is healed. You meet a beautiful woman on top of all that, and it's the perfect storm. He's primed already to fall head over heels, he probably misses female company quite a bit considering the longstanding unrest in Rohan and all the work he had to do, and most importantly, he is King now, so who exactly's going to stop him? Surely not the politically motivated Dol Amrothean clan, at least in The Golden Hall, where they insist that Lothiriel likes him, she's just shy -- the opposite of the Jane Bennett effect in P&P, where Darcy steered Bingley away from her by saying she probably did not like him because she was not effusive in her affections.

(Well, ok, I can think of one person who might try to stop Eomer, and that's Eowyn. But would he listen to her? That's debatable).

Now, I've spoken before about how I relate to Eomer in my work, and the above is somewhat based on personal experience. Not in the realm of love, of course, because I met Mr. Nisilë long before this happened, but let me tell you, education and training was hell, but when it was over, and I got my first "real" job, it went to my head too. Was is absolutely terrifying that suddenly the buck stopped with me? Undoubtedly. Did I have big shoes to fill? You bet. But at the same time, suddenly I had headhunters seeking me out, suddenly there was more money in my bank account than I had ever seen in one place. I was excited. I was giddy. I thought I could make all my dreams come true.

Now, I didn't do anything too stupid at that time -- well, er, maybe I had a few too many indiscretions at Macy's because I "needed a more respectable wardrobe" -- but I had a number of classmates who spent their early paychecks quite foolishly. The point is, it takes time to get used to having money, and it takes time to get used to having power. And power in the hands of someone who is thinking too much with their heart (or their pants) can be a dangerous thing.

I mean, I can buy an outfit, a car, a house... But Eomer King can "buy" a person without even realizing that that's what he's doing -- because it's so normalized by society. Catastrophic, no? But that's how we like it at the angst factory that is Chez Nisilë.

#lotr #eomer #eomer eadig #eomer x lothiriel #lotr headcanons #lotr headcanon #the golden hall

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jeff-from-marketing · 1 year ago

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The next person who says anything like "oh you and [person] would make a great couple!" or "you and [person] should totally date!" is going to get bit. And not in the friendly way that a cat might bite someone to show affection, no I'm 100% going for blood and tearing out flesh.

At the cost of breaking one of my personal rules of being on a social media platform, imma be real and go through my personal history, because there's a number of reasons I'm extra prickly whenever someone brings up anything like that and context helps.

So throughout a lot of my years in the hellscape that is highschool, I was actually very lucky to have some very close friends. Highschool was shit, but the people I got through it with weren't. Now, an important detail about me is that my preferred method of telling someone I care about them and love them is through physical affection. I suck with words like a vacuum attached to a kazoo, but I'm a god damn fucking poet writing... fancy poems, when it comes to communicating with physical affection.

Now, this isn't a problem... Unless you're Big Society. Because I, according to highschool dickhead logic, made the mistake of having friends who also just happened to have boobs. And as well all know, if you're close friends with someone that's the opposite sex to you, that obviously means you're romantically interested in them! Definitely can't be that I just actually really enjoy their company and think they're cool people that I'm glad to have in my life. God forbid I also hug them or anything...

... years I had to deal with that. I didn't know I was aromantic, I didn't even know that was a thing back then. In hindsight yeah it's fucking obvious I didn't want a romantic relationship, but I didn't know that then. All I knew was that I was fucking inundated with people trying really fucking hard to get me to date the people I hung around with. Fucking christ, I couldn't even go watch a fucking movie with some of my friends without everyone going "oOoOoOh YoU wEnT oN a DaTe!!1!!!11!" and it actually fucking ruined me for a while.

So many other people doing this shit to me, and I really enjoyed spending time with said friends and was happy around them, so maybe there's at least something to it? At least that's what idiot teenager me thought, and man do I wish I could slap them at times. Long story short: no, that's just called having really good friends who care about you and put effort into their relationship with you. But, because of just how people reacted and just were, I eventually conflated "friendship with good human" with "romantic interest" which, I shouldn't have to tell anyone is not even remotely correct or even healthy thoughts. It definitely had some very bad results mental health wise on more than one occasion.

It would take many years (and several crises) after highschool for me to actually figure out "actually, I don't do the whole romance thing." Now you'd think once I actually settled down on the fact of "no, I do not want a romantic relationship" combined with just not being in highschool anymore, that the bullshit I was describing earlier would stop.

Ha.

I mean sure, it's happened far less since then, but the number isn't zero so therefore it's too fucking high. I've had a friend try to set me up with another friend WHO HAS ALSO SAID THAT THEY DON'T WANT A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP. THE FUCK EVEN?? And like, that was their main basis on why we should be in a romantic relationship???? The fuck???

And I've had one person mockingly say to me "awww, what a lovely couple!" just because I was cuddling up with them on the lounge in a fucking queer space of all places. The one fucking place where I'd expect my aromanticism to be understood and respected (and yes, the person who made the comment did already know about me being aromantic, so that's not an excuse)

Even now, I have a friend who keeps getting pushed into romantic relationships that they don't fucking want because other people in their life keep going "oh my god oh my god oh my god you should totally date them!" and doing the same shit I went through. Only they're still figuring things out, and let me tell you it's not a fucking easy journey.

Even ignoring how fucking childish the whole thing is, why the fuck is the default assumption of spending time with or having any sort of physical affection with someone just "oh they're dating/should date!" Are people not allowed to have fucking fulfilling relationships without it being romantic? Are people not allowed to just be fucking happy with their relationship as it is? Do people really have to push their fucking standards on how certain social dynamics work on everyone else?

God I'm fucking tired of it. Just let people fucking be happy. Let people be happy together the way they are.

So like I said: if you dare say that I should date anyone I spend time with or display any affection towards, I will be tearing chunks of flesh out of you with my teeth. That is a threat and a promise.

#marketing person gets personal #wow this is a thing #fuckle your seatbelts I guess?#I should be asleep and yet I'm off shouting into the void #the void being Tumblr #aromantic #just a reminder it's possible to love someone without it being romantic #please feel free to rb this if you want #whether it's to add your own experiences or whatever

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nokingsonlyfooles · 1 year ago

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Brigitte Empire needs money, which can be exchanged for goods and services. Turns out, so do a lot of people! Some of them need it to live, and some of them need it to keep their shareholders happy, and some of them need it for blatant self-promotion. Watch the video and try to pick out who's who!

Then, if you feel like it, meet me under the cut for a little more on MARKETING!

All right all you cats and kittens, I got two discount bellinis in me and a silly topic that could still end civilization as we know it if we don't deal with it appropriately. Take my hand, and let me tell you the story of Capitalism figuring out that marginalized people buy things too!

Capitalism exists without the constraints of morality. If people are willing to pay for a thing, you should let them buy it, and jack up the price as much as possible. Regulations that prevent you from selling your child as hamburger meat are not a feature of Capitalism, but a constraint placed upon it by the rest of society. Thus, as soon as there is money to be made, multiple individuals and corporations will try to make as much money as possible. The only political consideration is, "What do I need to SAY I believe to maximize the profits?" It doesn't care about you, it just wants your money. We are all here to be exploited, no matter our various intersections.

Thus, it only fails to market to a specific group if it doesn't seem like that group would buy a specific thing, and/or if the consequences of the marketing would eat into the profits too much. A baby isn't going to buy a Virginia Slim cigarette (babies prefer Marlboros)

...and such a campaign would make mommies and daddies very upset, so they don't run ads with smoking infants in Highlights magazine.

But a funny thing happens when, all of a sudden, someone smacks themself on the forehead and cries, "Oh no! Babies DO buy Virginia Slims!" Or, more plausibly, "Wait! WOMEN BUY CARS!" Nobody has been marketing to that demographic, there is no playbook to follow, and they scramble for a strategy.

Oh, and it is hilarious watching them trying to figure out what a new demographic wants out of their product.

Uhhh... Pinkness and an automatic transmission, you guys? Is that good? Bill, would your wife buy one of these? If you let her, I mean, ha!

Likewise, in Brigitte's early strawberry ad: Uhhh... Glitter! The "tran"s love makeup and glitter! And a relatable, pretty nobody, and donations to worthy causes!

They're still dialing it in. Even poor Dylan up there doesn't seem to have much idea why someone who likes her brand would like a cheap, lite beer. She decided to just be honest and relatable too. "Well, it's nice having my face on a product, and one assumes you drink this while watching a sport...? Ha-ha-ha, this is kinda silly, but I guess they're trying to be nice. Well, anyway, Bud Light exists!"

It's really quite cute. It makes me like HER, but I'm not gonna buy a Bud Light. Likewise, that Gillette commercial was super sweet, but it didn't make me wanna go out and buy a Gillette razor, or anything at all. Conversely, when Goya foods shot their mouth off, I didn't stop buying them. I never started buying them. If they didn't have what I wanted in the store brand, I might have gotten a can or two of Goya, if they were the cheapest. After the beans hit the fan, I quit doing that with no more effort than moving my hand a few inches to one side or the other. No hardship to them and no hardship to me.

Me, and my friends on the left, are not big name-brand fans, or big Capitalism fans. These things are notable as cultural bellwethers - "Ah-ha! Someone did a thing! Now let's see how everyone reacts!" - but not as something we're going to go out of our way to spend money on. We define ourselves by the media we consume much more than the physical products.

The people who market physical products do not know how to handle that. It's kinda freaking them out. That's why we get all those stories about "MILLENNIALS ARE KILLING [THING]!" No, they're just not willing to be ride-or-die with a brand, or even a type. "Hmm, these ciders are all too expensive... How 'bout some box wine?" We don't have the disposable income to be picky, because Capitalism will devour itself for profit as much as anything else.

The throwbacks who are still willing to define themselves via a brand tend to skew right, but they're volatile as hell. Anything that looks like progress or "wokeness" makes them SCREAM. The pundits and politicians like it that way, it keeps them in power - the corporations, not so much. It's getting less and less feasible to be an AMERICAN [or other national identity] brand. There's a culture war in progress - but no matter which side you pick, they will not remain reliable, complacent consumers.

That's why corporate culture is involved in this weird "two steps forward, two steps back" dance. When it's clear who's winning, they'll pick a side. Until then, they're like a bunch a little kids at a party who really want to pick up the pinata candy, except the kid with the blindfold is still staggering around swinging the stick. Meanwhile, the leftists are busy looking for hot dogs in the trash, and the conservatives are screaming, pointing, and throwing more candy on the ground, so they can demonstrate how much they hate the latest evil product.

That last one doesn't make any damn sense, right? Boycotts are rarely effective, and buying more of a thing is not even a boycott. Bud Light will take your money whether you love their beer or hate it. You can throw it at a cop if you want, they just want your money.

Guess what? So do the conservatives. Also, your attention and your validation. That's why they're yelling so loud. All of us need to be heard and seen. All of us perform to show others who we are on the inside. When you film yourself performing and post on social media, though, you can make actual cash. Build enough of a following for your content and Bud Light will show up on your doorstep and offer to put your face on a can!

You're reading this on Tumblr right now, you are at least somewhat aware of how algorithms serve up content, and that the search function will serve you more engagement if you're doing something popular. I already know this post is gonna crash and burn, too, 'cos I don't have a lot of followers and it doesn't involve a fandom. Maybe later the Tumblr goblins will find it and like it, but not for a long while. If I wanted clicks (and I do) I'd give you something on Guardians of the Galaxy, or Spiderverse, or more Kung Fu Panda. If I were branding myself as a conservative gun nut, I'd get a lot of eyeballs on me if I bought a case of Bud and assassinated it right now. I don't want those eyeballs, but some folks sure do.

It's exploitation all the way down and we shouldn't be surprised. People need money to live, and if they have a little extra, they can have fun with it. Bud Light hires themself a trans spokesperson, as an investment, and she needs the money so she does an ad for the beer, and herself. Conservative culture warriors launch themselves at this latest target, every one of them also doing an ad - for themselves and their entertaining and justified outrage. And the platforms that host them rake in engagement from both sides, and more money. All that commerce, all that profit, all that potential, springs from the body of one trans influencer who likes to purchase goods and services - as one does.

In this instance, the beer people freaked out and spent a lot more money taking two steps back. It ain't always gonna be like that - and the next folks who want money from the trans demographic will have some valuable marketing data for the future - but we'll have to wait and see.

Now, I did say this was a silly topic that could end civilization as we know it if we don't handle it right, so picture some scary music right here. There is a market for grinning white faces who shoot guns at "wokeness," and the people with grinning white faces and guns know that, as do the platforms that host them. They make money for the platform and the platform makes money for them. Without intervention, this is a closed circle that only requires a new, popular thing to be mad about, and they can manufacture those at will. Violence and outrage are becoming a commodity, and people are already buying it.

It's popular to be mad at trans folks right now, but "woke" can be anything. They do not actually care what they are mad about, or what anyone who consumes their content does with that anger, they just want your money (clicks, attention, data, etc). Say what you will of the stochastic terrorism of the past, at least it had a political agenda. A privileged politician isn't going to turn on you nearly as fast as a social-media-climber looking for clout. Do you think you're stealth, invisible, acceptable? Do you wanna find out what happens if suddenly you're not?

Regulation and deplatforming are the only way to keep the outrage machine from eating up real human lives. But we are not asking sociologists or internet scholars or anyone who might have a clue to regulate anything. Regulation is something politicians do, and I wouldn't trust any of 'em to set up a wireless printer. As for deplatforming, for now, that's in the hands of the platforms, and they just want your money.

I'm just talking about one potential brand of annihilation, here. Capitalism will sell us everything we need to destroy ourselves, for as high a price as the market will bear. It doesn't care.

If we want it to stop, we have to care enough to apply the brakes. Ai-yi-yi, but I know we've already been trying, and we're not getting much traction.

Better get yourself one o' them pink cars with the automatic transmission, and buckle in.

#brigitte empire #marketing #capitalism #violence and outrage as a commodity #got a couple vintage car ads for the ladies too #i drank prosecco and sugar and wrote a thing #woo #i didn't say anheuser-busch or whatever because bellinis and i don't wanna copy and paste to spell #i don't like beer but that's not even a good beer if you do like beer right?#if your beer ain't good enough for people with no taste buds who like beer you done fucked up #Youtube #edited in the morning because it needed a marlboro baby

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