#attacks on women riding bikes

[dmitriene]

THOUGHTS ABOUT BIKER SIMON AND HIS ATTRACTION TO YOU.

cw: fluff, comfort, smut, established relationship, brief mention of simons past, coul be slightly ooc simon, unprotected sex, p in v, public sex (on motorcycle), creampie, kisses, mentions of posessive behavior, simon having a hard time to confess his love to you, that's all. pairing: bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

simon's behavior comes down to how a black cat behaves next to a person he has taken a closer look at, he is as affectionate as a cat can be, whom miss fortune has been desperately avoiding all his life, but at the same time still going towards affection, in this case, to you, the one who gives it.

it is very easy to notice that he accepts care for him slowly, meekly, but in response he cannot squeeze out a word, he responds with actions, and to almost every “i love you, si„ there is not an expected confession, but a gesture that shows his affection wider than a few fleeting words.

if you needed to get somewhere quickly or leave somewhere, simon was right there, the motorcycle parked near the place where you were waiting, while both of his gloved hands held the second helmet, bought especially for you as soon as you started dating — with the aim of not only protecting you, but also carefully introducing you to part of his life, riding and fiddling with bikes.

you carefully extracted information from him about his life and hobbies, every time you drove together along the wide streets at high speed, your arms gently wrapped around his waist and clung to his leather jacket, he answered your every question willingly, with a gentle chesty growl, sometimes laughing hoarsely under his breath and teasing your desire to get to know him better

— “curious thing you are, darling„

and you always playfully pouted, resting your helmeted forehead against his back and lightly pinching him where your hands were placed on his waist, squeezing tightly so as not to slip away, and at the same time touchingly playfully attacking him through the fabric of his clothes with small pinches, to which he just laughed, listening to your mutterings

— “just wanna know you better, si.. you don't tell me anything„

and you’re right, he knows this, but his service in the task force and the nightmares he experienced forbade him to talk too much about himself or his feelings, the person hidden under the balaclava of the skull was considered forever dead and hiding in the shadows, and the absence of a photograph on his dossier in the army will be remembered there forever, but little by little there is less and less of that ghost of a man left, because you are definitely bringing back that side of him that he managed to bury.

simon gave flowers to someone for the first time in his life when your relationship just started, he didn’t even buy them for his own grave from which he fled, but he knew that he had to buy them for you, and the colorful fragrant petals became the beginning of your relationship, as bright as a lipstick mark on his bare cheek that day, and he would happily never wash it off, but you both know that you will put more and more of them, marking his whole face.

his affection is reflected in reverent touches, sometimes obsessive, every time you go out somewhere together, the heavy hand on the bottom of your back feels like a pleasant weight, with the care of which he later outlines your waist, holding you close to him not to control, but out of concern.

despite the fact that he is slightly unfamiliar with being so close to women, to signs of attention, you still notice that he is not afraid to take your hand in public, hug you, allow you to slightly lift his mask to kiss his lips or cheek, but it is even more tactile in the warmth of the walls of your home.

hugs from the back, arms exploring your body completely openly, small kisses on the back of your neck and face, he practically carries you around the house in his arms — all just for the urgent purpose of having you close, so that he can cuddle up to you and feel you close, while are you gently teasing him with the words — “aren't you clingy, si?„ but simon only grumbles and buries his nose in your chest while you carefully sorting the light strands of his hair, stroking.

but at a certain moment he breaks down, unexpressed feelings gather in an uncomfortable lump that worries simon, you are so affectionate for him, so beloved, but he cannot even answer a word of mutuality to you, he feels that he is not enough, feels helpless, and therefore solves everything with intimacy, squeezing your body in his arms carefully, gloves are hastily thrown off at the feet so that bare, rough, warm palms touch your soft skin, squeezing your hips and rising to your waist as you spread your legs for him, so lovely, leaning on his motorcycle.

your legs wrap around his waist, trembling slightly with each powerful thrust as your bodies press against his bike, balancing in a dangerous, uncomfortable position, elbows rubbing against the leather seat and the smooth surface of the bike, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in your body and the heaviness in bottom of your stomach.

simon's kisses are hot and demanding, his tongue sliding wetly into your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers, the taste of his lips mixing with the overwhelming sensations rushing through your body as he greedily captures your mouth, his lips and tongue exploring every inch, making you to suffocate and at the same time desperately demand more.

he breaks the kiss, his completely darkened caramel eyes meet yours, silently ordering you to remain silent, before he nevertheless exhales into your wet and swollen lips, holding back his moans at the very edge

— “gonna be quiet for me, love, can't let anyone stop and go check from where all this pretty sounds go, yeah?„

and the need for discretion can't help but intensify the tension of the moment, igniting the thrill of the forbidden even more, causing you to hastily nod your head and moan into his open mouth as he again pushes his tongue to intertwine it with yours.

with each quick and desperate thrust, his cock plunges deeper into your sloppy cunt, allowing the wetness and heat to envelop his meaty cock all the way to his pelvic, as the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mixing with the quiet whimpers escaping your lips despite your best efforts to remain silent and obey simon.

he can feel your orgasm approaching, telltale signs evident in your moan and the way your body trembles against his as simon's tongue explores your mouth with newfound eagerness, sucking on your tongue and eliciting muffled moans from your lips that he swallows.

with every deep thrust, his cock hits your spongy spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, causing the tight muscles of your cunt to clench around his girth, wet, squelching sounds filling the night air as simon's cock slips out slightly, but then pushes back into your tight, slick warmth, pushing you closer to the edge, making you practically scream, babbling

— “si, simon, hmnhrgh!! c-close, i'm close„

and then your hands slide with a slight creak from the surface of his motorcycle, and you instinctively reach out and grab his neck, your fingers curling, clinging to the back of simon's head, somewhere brushing the fabric of his leather jacket and the blond strands of his hair as you give in to the all consuming pleasure, falling completely silent.

every movement of his hips elicits a moan from your lips, your body eagerly responding to his primal dominance, all his feelings poured out into his erratic and rough thrusts as he strokes your waist carefully before pulling you close and straightening up, allowing you to be literally impaled on his girthy cock, muffling the loud sobs in his shoulder as he leans one hand into the seat of his motorcycle, white knuckled, and the other squeezes your thigh, impaling you again and again.

simon's hips snap with more force, driving himself deeper into your slobbering and throbbing cunt, he enjoys the way you clench around him in this new position, almost milking him, making his cock throb with every thrust into your slickness and squirm against your soft walls.

the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix sends a wave of pleasure through your body, coiling the tension in your belly tighter and tighter, and then it snaps, your walls clenching around him, milking him out as you reach your peak, practically biting down on his shoulder from the intensity of the feelings rolling in like a wave of heat.

your slick fluids and cum coat his cock, further lubricating the already slippery rhythm between you, the pulsing, gripping sensation driving him over the edge, his sighs and moans mixing with your incoherent mutterings, and you sing almost in unison about your feelings for each other

— “si, si, fuck!! aahn, l-love you, si, i love you„

— “i know, sweet girl, i know, mngh! f-fuck, love ya too, i love ya too„

his cock throbs inside your walls as he releases his hot cum, filling you up with his potent seed, painting you inside with his milky release and letting it drip down from your clenching cunt, coating his messy, wet from both your liquids cock and down his balls, somewhere there on the ground are still his gloves, on which white drops of your vulgar encounter now falling, the shared release creates a raw, intimate connection between you, the words he has kept for so long fall from his lips incessantly, and he whispers them in your ear, covering the side of your face with hurried, warm kisses.

he doesn’t care about the gloves, he doesn’t care about the roar of cars passing in the distance, which can turn here at any moment, the only thing that worries him is your warm body in his hands and the confessions that he can’t stop whispering to you, he kept them inside himself for so long, and finally gave them a path to the surface, and you will remember this for a long, long time, but for now, let simon take care of you and bring you two back home.

[luminalunii97]

Civil disobedience, act 4: art and symbols

Demonstration art could be one of the most powerful ways to convey your message. Iranians have been making art all over the cities these days.

Painting the city with blood: Putting red color in water bodies around the city. throwing red color at street signs specially those that reads Velayat (supreme leading system), hijab, and Kurdistan. putting red blood on pictures of Khamenei, Ghasem Soleimani, and police or judiciary signs. Coloring the university classes and corridors with red. One art classroom door in Alzahra university read "this classroom is covered in blood". These red colors represent the blood the regime has shed.

Pictures on the walls: Faces of our fallen martyrs. Anti regime pictures. They read: "you kill our love, you are our ISIS" "women life freedom" "women of Iran and Afghanistan against the violence of Talib and mullah" "fuck compulsory hijab" "from 2017 to 2022 this regime would fall like dominos" "ambu-lice (ambulances are being used to move policemen)". A religious figure hide behind religion playing his anti riot forces. On an alley named Azadi (freedom) someone has written "there was so much bravery hidden in this land".

(It's important to know that in Iran, mullahs don't represent religion as much as they represent the regime. For 40 years the turbans have been the heads of political powers. Most of those mullah pictures are directly targeting Khamenei the supreme leader)

Slogans on paper money: these ones say "women life freedom" "queer life freedom" "Baloch life freedom".

Khodanoor Lejei, symbol of the islamic republic cruelty: The bloody Friday in Zahedan was one of the darkest spots in Islamic republic brutal history. Opening fire on a crowd of praying Muslims before they even start protesting. Killing about 100 people of Baloch. But one picture stood out and stood as the face of inhumanity of the regime. Khodanoor Lejei was one of the victims of bloody Friday in Zahedan. An old picture of him went viral after his death. He was arrested a couple of months prior to Mahsa Amini murder and was treated with no dignity. Bound to a pole. water in front of his thirsty body but out of his reach. So in universities, sport games, streets and alleys people have been posing Khodanoor in bound to protest the cruelty. In the last two pictures, the signs read "political" (سیاسی) and "justice" (عدالت)!

Students sing revolution anthems. Artists make digital arts. Musicians make revolution songs. People dance and the security forces attack and arrest them.

There have been balloons flying over the cities with banners containing slogans on them. There have been banners on footbridges situated so that drivers would see them. People also have been writing slogans on billboards especially those that promote regime propaganda.

Azad university art students gathered in their campus, painted their palms red and raised their hands to the sky.

Meanwhile the regime forces broke into dormitories and stole students.

Some universities including mine design their campus trees and buildings with names of the murdered protesters or captured students and other revolution symbols (red tulip represents martyrs in Persian literature). The uni authorities take them down but the art students do it again.

After Kian Pirfalak, all over the country you could find paper boats and rainbows. Kian was a 10 year old boy who was murdered by the regime. There's a video of him starting with "in the name of the god of the rainbow" and continuing to explain his crafted boat. He wanted to become an engineer. Now paper boats are banned in universities.

One of the murdered protesters, Hamidreza Rouhi, loved riding motorcycles. He had a video online of him on a motorbike lip syncing to a song and pointing to the camera. A group of motorbike riders in Tehran, 7 day after his murder, gathered in front of his house, their motorbikes lined nearby, with pictures of him on each bike.

And in a recent symbolic act, a woman walked around Tehran streets as The Handmaid's Tale cosplayer. Very on point.

Don't think for a second that these civil ways of protesting are safe or easy. People have been arrested or shot in the head doing these.

People are capable of beauties but the regime can only make ugliness. That's the summary of this revolution.

[aquitainequeen]

Bits and pieces of worldbuilding/setting that I really liked in Furiosa:

We only see one wheeled vehicle in the actual society of the Green Place, and it’s a pedal bicycle, and it’s being used as a blade sharpener. Right after that we learn that the Vuvalini travel by horseback, so the intruders’ bikes stand out all the more as ugly and alien in this place of abundance. (Also, for a piece of symbolism, from what I remember the raiders had killed a horse and were butchering it for the meat.) At the same time the people of the Green Place are familiar with petrol engines; Furiosa and her mother are clearly experienced with motorbikes since they know how to ride, sabotage and (in Mary Jabassa’s case) fix/upgrade them, a nod to the future when the last of the Vuvalini will turn back to petroleum to survive.   

Dementus’ followers eating the peach that Furiosa picked, marvelling over it; a fresh piece of fruit is precious in the Wastelands.

The History Man has clothes covered in writing as well as his skin, and he has a tattoo kit so that he can constantly add more words to himself!

I really appreciated that Dementus’ subordinates actually had personalities and lives outside of the narrative that we’re shown; for example, it was great to see ‘Mr. Norton’ join the war band via a battle to be the last person standing, and steadily rise up the ranks off screen until she’s part of Dementus’ inner circle and taking part in his worst atrocities.

We get to see what happens to the serfs when the Citadel is attacked -- there’s no room for them in their lord’s fortress and their only shelter is holes scraped in the earth. Shows us precisely what Immortan Joe thinks of his followers.

What’s an excellent way to show that the Guardian of Gas Town is a man of wealth and taste? Why, reveal that up in his high tower overlooking his domain, he possesses a massive mural of an absolutely gorgeous painting from before the end times that he recreated himself, with only some pages from a book for reference!

I’m sure we all remember that moment in Fury Road where the Dag cuts that terrifying chastity belt off of Cheedo, and Angharad firmly says ‘We’re not going back,’ and that’s all that needs to be said about how horrendous life in Immortan Joe’s harem was? Well, now we get to see numerous women in light airy clothes, drifting about the harem, one of them coming up to Furiosa and telling her with a smile that she’s safe now – even while all of them are wearing those dreadful belts.

[starlight-bread-blog]

what are the hets on HONESTLY. it's like they watch with no sound and no picture and just have someone tell them, yes, a man and a woman are on screen, and they conclude ah yes romance!!!1!

(Probably about this)

REAL. It's fascinating how quickly people assume romance between a man and a woman, while doubting the same assumptions for same-gender interactions.

So let's check. Using Lokius as a sample. Replace one of them with a women, and ask yourself,

Would it be valid to suggest romantic implications if a man and a women are:

1) Extremely thouchy with each other.

2) Riding on a tandem bike together.

3) Willing to suffer a fate worst than death for another.

4) Falling on each other after that^

5) Trying to speak before potential death, but interrupted by the other's fear of loss.

6) Being framed in this circle.

7) Waiting & giving permission to attack.

8) Fixing themselvs before seeing the other.

Of fucking course yes. Maybe you think some of these are a strech, but ultimately, people would point out romantic connotations across the board.

Except no, it's two men. When it's two people of the same gender, these annoying gays should stop shoving their gayness everywhere.

[mrswolffs-blog]

bestie can I request toto with a black!femreader? he’s just so daddy😩that video of him surfing?! *debby Ryan hair tuck* got me all in my Toto feels😪

Idiot: Toto Wolff x Black!Reader

TW: Cursing, Slapping (non abusive!)

The morning had just started as the sun had risen, lighting up the bedroom that belongs to the Wolff family, Y/n and Toto. Y/n was never one to be excited about mornings as she would rather sleep through the morning and work through the evening into the night; however she knew that staying in wouldn’t get the chores and multiple emails waiting for replies done so she dragged herself up and into the bathroom for a shower.

Upon her return from getting dressed and walking around the house to collect the things she needed, Y/n noticed that her husband who should’ve been at home with her wasn’t in the house yet he left his phone on the counter in the kitchen. Dropping everything in the living room, she went out to the sides of the house, to the garden in the front and had gotten no sight of her husband, she made her way around to the back thinking that he might’ve been relaxing at the poolside or even on a conference call with the team, but dear Lord was she so wrong.

Y/n walked out to find her significant other down at the sea, surfing his heart away with the widest grin mixed with concentration on his face. She was so mad at him yet did nothing as she watched him endanger himself even worse than before as his eyes caught hers and after a couple of minutes, his surf was over and he was on his way to get cleaned up.

Returning to the house walking with his crutches, Toto wasn’t surprised when he was met in the living room by his infuriated wife who was glaring at him from across the room. “Hey schatz, did you sleep good?” He asked trying to distract her from being upset. “Yes I did in fact sleep good. Thanks for asking, but you know what didn’t feel good? The fact that my husband seems to be out to give me a fucking heart attack by doing some of the dumbest shit I’ve ever witnessed on this planet called Earth. Why the hell would you go surfing while injured?! First you went bike riding, now you’ve got a broken arm and leg-mind you this isn’t the first time! Your forearm and leg are in braces for Christ’s sake! If you fell into the water your ass wouldn’t be able to fucking swim! What is wrong with you?! Why do you keep trying to kill me before my time?! I’m way much younger than you but it seems you want me to leave this world before you, huh?!” Y/n scolded her husband as she spanked him on his good arm with her hands.

“Schatz I’m sorry. I really didn’t think your mind would go that far, I thought of it as a harmless morning surf” Toto explained but it fell on deaf ears to his wife who noticed him wincing everyone he moved an injured body part but chose to keep silent. “You see, this is why women live longer than men cause y’all just jump into anything without weighing the pro and cons. You literally have surgery in a few weeks and it’s like you want to make your injuries worse than better so guess what, maybe I’ll call and have them cancel the surgeries, yeah?” Y/n replied sarcastically as he sat down on the couch to rest while Y/n went to start the laundry.

An hour and a half later, Y/n was sat on one end of the couch with her laptop in hand typing away, while Toto sat at the other end obviously now feeling the painful effect of his stupidity from earlier. “Y/n/n my leg hurts!” He whined as Y/n only looked at him briefly before shaking her head and refocusing on her task. “Y/n I know you heard me, please help me. My arm and my leg are hurting! The pain sticks!” He cries this time as tears poured from his eyes, showing that he very well regretted his past decision.

“I’m sorry Mr.I can do anything no matter my condition, I am unable to assist at this time as I’m on my lunch break” Y/n sassed at him. She allowed him to wallow in regret for a couple more minutes before she got up to get his medications and the necessary items to help with the pain. “Here, take a bite of this. Swallow the pills, then you finish eating it.” Y/n instructed as she iced and elevated her husband’s swelling leg. Toto did as instructed and rested his head after everything was done while he waited for the pain to subside.

After a while the pain had been fully gone and Y/n was now resting next to him as they watched some Tom and Jerry to occupy their time. “Thank you schatz for your help, your patience, your love and your kindness. I know that I am a lot of work but you manage me so well.” Toto expressed as his wife listened calmly on the verge of sleep. “You’re welcome sweetheart. I just hope that you’ve learnt your lesson and that something like this will not happen again?” She inquired from her husband “Of course not darling, I promise to stress you a little less. I love you” he giggled out his answer “I love you too you idiot” Y/n joined his giggle in reply while peacefully falling asleep, knowing that no matter what he promised, she would still be getting regular heart attacks in the future all because of her love for him.

[ukrfeminism]

A new survey of female cyclists from the London Cycling Campaign has unveiled the relentless abuse women are subjected to on London’s roads. Now, a new petition (link below) is calling on the Mayor Of London to take action.

If you’ve never done it before, the idea of cycling in London can be intimidating. Wrapping your head around all the different routes and cycle lanes can be confusing, and the roads are particularly busy and crowded. But these are things that get easier with experience. What doesn’t get easier is having to deal with abuse – something nine out of 10 women who cycle on the streets of London have experienced, according to a new report. 

The research from the London Cycling Campaign, which aims to make cycling in London safer and more enjoyable for everyone, is based on a survey of 1,000 women who travel by bike in the capital. It found that 63% of women experience abuse from other road users at least once a month, with that abuse including verbal, sexual and physical attacks – including women being groped or slapped on their bikes while stopping at traffic lights. 

Women were also concerned about the safety of cycle routes and the infrastructure currently in place, with nine in 10 saying they would start to cycle or cycle more if they had safer cycle routes – for example, protected cycle tracks – for their journeys. Currently, over half of the women surveyed said they were forced to choose between cycling on busy roads without any safe space or through isolated, quiet or dark places for their journeys.  

The campaign group says these experiences – especially the on-road abuse – have a knock-on effect on the number of female cyclists in the city, where two-thirds of the daily cycle journeys are currently taken by men. And the survey backed this up: over 20% of the women said they’d given up cycling, temporarily or permanently, because of abuse. 

Stylist’s deputy editor Ellen Scott knows all too well how scary it can be to cycle as a woman in London. “I cycle to and from work and I love the freedom of it, but every commute has at least one dangerous moment: most often male delivery drivers on their bikes speeding past or cutting you off without warning,” she says.

“I had an incident a few months back where a male cyclist pushed past me and another woman while we were stopped at a red light. He did it so forcefully that I was shoved off my bike and left with a massive bruise. 

“And it’s not just other cyclists, of course. I was egged while riding my bike by some people driving past in a car. The same week I had a man in a van chase me while shouting out of his window because he thought I’d gone through a red light (I hadn’t).” 

Strong Women editor Miranda Larbi has also faced unwanted attention as a woman on the road. “Cycling is a massive part of my life, and I truly believe that it’s improved just about everything – my mental health, concentration, fitness and mood,” she explains. “In the winter – when it’s not raining – cycling is straightforward, but I’ve found that in the summer you tend to get quite a bit of unwanted attention. 

“Just when it gets warm enough to cycle in shorts and a vest, that’s when the horn beeps and shouting starts. I’ve even had a bloke run up to me at the traffic lights and try to sit behind me on my saddle. Men have tried to run after my bike or kerb crawl in cars alongside me. I’m not intimidated but I can see how that would put new cyclists off.”

Following on from the survey, the London Cycling Campaign has put together a petition calling on Sadiq Khan, the Mayor of London, to take urgent action to improve women’s physical and social safety while cycling in London. The suggested changes include providing more high-quality cycling infrastructure so women feel safe cycling on their own and with children, and working to measure and reduce the abuse women are subjected to.  

The petition, which is still available to sign, also calls for local cycle networks around schools and businesses to be improved to encourage more women to use cycling as a way to get around their local area. 

The final petition will be handed to a representative from the Mayor of London’s office at the group’s central London LCC Women’s Freedom Ride on Sunday 3 March. 

“While more and more people are cycling in London and safe cycle routes are rolling out in many boroughs, there’s still too many parts of London where cycling isn’t and doesn’t feel safe enough,” Eilidh Murray, chair of London Cycling Campaign, said of the findings. “Women still face additional barriers to cycling and additional hostility when cycling.” 

Sophie Linden, London’s deputy mayor for policing and crime, also responded to the survey’s findings: “Every woman and girl should be able to enjoy the benefits of cycling in London without fear of violence and intimidation. Yet sadly, across the UK, we face an epidemic of violence against women and girls and today’s report demonstrates the significant impact this abuse and aggression is having on women cyclists.” 

She continued: “It is simply unacceptable, and the Mayor and I are committed to preventing violence against women and girls and challenging the attitudes that enable these behaviours.” 

[growthgoddess]

Sunrise' Substantial Size

Sunrise stood by the door, her eyes scanning the perimeter for any possible threat. Conrad Grayson emerged from his office, carrying a briefcase and wearing a pleasant smile.

"Good morning, Sunrise," Conrad greeted her.

"Good morning, sir," Sunrise replied, her status as a bodyguard remaining professional and serious.

Conrad chuckled. "Loosen up, Sunrise, you're stiffening up. If you keep this up, you'll be sore all afternoon! A smile would also brighten up your 'sunny' demeanor."

Conrad light-heartedly pat Sunrise on the back. He was pretty proud of himself for giving her the codenamed she used now.

Sunrise remained expressionless, but a small part of her heart fluttered at the thought of Conrad caring about her well-being. Her codename was something she also carried with pride for it was not the agency that picked it for her, but Conrad himself.

They had been like this ever since she was assigned to be his bodyguard since they were young. Sunrise had slowly developed feelings for her boss' kind-hearted and supportive nature.

But she knew that her love is one that could not be. So instead, she devoted her life to her duty - his protection. To keep him safe, and to keep him close.

As she drove down the busy streets with him in a limousine, Conrad chatted about his schedule for the day. But Sunrise could only respond with grunts and nods as she was focused on their surroundings, ever vigilant for any potential threats.

As they were crossing an intersection, a car suddenly rammed into them from the side. Sunrise tried to stay in control, but their car tumbled around causing Conrad to fall to the ground.

The car landed upside down, but Sunrise was still conscious. Her head was spinning and her ears were ringing, but ensuring Conrad's safety was her top priority. But before Sunrise could unfasten her seatbelt, a group of men surrounded them, guns drawn.

"Give us the briefcase, and we won't hurt you." The leader of the attackers demanded. She removed her mask to reveal that she was a woman. Sunrise immediately recognized her as Kobra, one of the top assassins from the black market.

Sunrise shuffled off the car and covered Conrad's unconscious body to protect him from the gunmen.

Kobra wasted no time, she began kicking the wounded Sunrise with a look of deadly determination on her face.

"You must be Sunrise," the woman said with a smirk. "I've heard a lot about you. You're legendary, rumored to be the best bodyguard in the market. If it were open."

Sunrise didn't reply. Instead, she grit her teeth and stood up with whatever strength she had left. With a scream, she charged at Kobra head-on. Sunrise was so fast that the gunners didn't have time to react and by then, she was too close to Kobra that they couldn't risk accidentally shooting her.

The two women exchanged blows, each one of their powerful attacks landing with a resounding impact.

Kobra was faster, but Sunrise was resilient. Despite the beating she was taking, Sunrise refused to give up.

Then, sirens blared from the distance. "The cops..." Kobra hissed. She knew her time was running out. "I don't have time to look for the briefcase, but beating the formula out from Mr. Grayson will be more than enough to get me what I need."

Kobra quickly pulled out a knife and stabbed Sunrise on the chest. Kobra then mercilessly pulled the blade out to leave Sunrise to bleed out.

Sunrise stumbled, giving the woman an opening to grab Conrad and drive off with him on her bike. Her henchmen scattered to escape the cops now that their ride was totalled after ramming against Sunrise' car.

But Sunrise wasn't about to let Kobra kidnap and torture her beloved. She slowly rose with sheer willpower despite the gaping wound on her chest. Her vision was darkening and her breathing became labored. Kobra's knife must have been poisoned as well to ensure her demise.

She stumbled around the car wreckage and searched for anything that could help her. That's when she found it - the briefcase Conrad was holding is now cracked open within and inside was an experimental drug developed by his company.

Without hesitation, Sunrise winced in pain as she injected herself with the drug. She felt the purple liquid flow into her veins causing them to bulge.

She then collapsed on the road, waiting for it to take effect or for her to pass away in agony.

At first, nothing happened, and her vision darkened... but then she began to feel better, Healthier than ever. Suddenly, her body grew - and fast.

Her muscles swole faster and faster, tearing her thick jacket sleeves apart. Her chest bulged larger and larger, ripping through her blouse buttons. Her thighs packed muscle over muscle until her pants were bursting at the seams.

The police arrived at the scene of the accident and surrounded Sunrise. They all deployed from their cars, and aimed their handguns and shotguns at the hulking woman.

"FREEZE! Hands in the air!" They blared through their squad car radios, hoping to get the situation under control.

Sunrise didn't have time for this. Kobra was getting away with Conrad and that made her even more furious.

"Get..."

Her pecs bulged up beneath her blouse, popping what remaining buttons was trying to hold it together.

"Out..."

Her pants burst at every seam and her muscular thighs spilled through the openings.

"Of..."

Her entire body was bulking up and rising higher and higher, the policemen had to slowly back away from her as she became gigantic.

"MY WAY!"

The blast shockwave of her voice was enough to send the cops and their cars flying. The nearby windows shattered, and cars from distant blocks set off their alarms.

Feeling powerful and more energized that ever, Sunrise flexed her bicep and looked at her mountainous arms. Then, she clenches her fist and charges through the now narrow roads in pursuit of Kobra.

Meanwhile, Kobra was speeding through the highway when a quake caused her bike to slightly off balance. In addition to Conrad trying to wiggle free of his bindings, she had to stop for a moment to avoid losing her balance when a second quake occurred.

That was when she saw it.

Sunrise, now a walking mountain of female muscle emerging from the corner from behind one of the buildings.

Kobra's eyes widened, but now is not the time to get distracted. She lowered her helmet visor and sped off.

Sunrise' keen vision was not impaired with her newfound vantage point and immediately saw the speeding assassin down the road.

With fury in her eyes and determination welling within her, she stomped her way towards the escaping assassin to rescue her beloved.

Kobra knew her bike won't be able to outrun the 9-storey tall woman, but didn't give up. She used all her techniques to lose her.

When she tried to maneuver through busy streets, weaving between tight traffic, Sunrise simply kicked the cars in her way.

When she tried to lose the massive woman by driving through a narrow passageway. Sunrise just passed through the buildings as is they were made of paper mache.

She was unstoppable!

In a last ditch effort, Kobra gripped her bike handles and drove into a mall. Unwitting shoppers panicked and jumped out of the manic motorcycle's way to avoid getting run over.

However, from behind them, they heard a BOOM... And another. Plaster rained down from the ceiling.

And thats when it happened.

Sunrise forced her way through the mall to try and catch Kobra. She crawled through the tight halls of the megaplex. Demolishing walls and the upper floors that were in her way.

To Kobra's horror, Sunrise was faster than she thought, and before she could escape the mall through the other exit, the giantess had swatted her bike from behind.

The force was powerful enough to completely tear off the entire rear tire of her bike. Kobra's first instinct was to follow her orders to keep Conrad alive for interrogation. She held onto the bound Conrad and leapt off the bike through the exit.

The two were sent rolling through the pavement and they found themselves relatively unscathed in a construction site just across the mall.

Kobra removed her helmet and saw Sunrise smashing through the wall of the mall where they just came out from. She knew that she will have to resort to fighting.

Kobra brought out her handguns and held them akimbo. She then shot at Sunrise. The bullets ricocheted off the giant woman's skin as if it were made of steel. Each bullet causing her body to recoil slightly against every impact.

Sunrise took her time to appear intimidating. She deliberately walked slower, each step cracking the pavement below her and echoing throughout the city.

As soon as Kobra's handguns were spent, she pulled out some sticky bombs and ran towards the looming giantess.

Kobra ran with such agility that even the huge Sunrise couldn't keep up. She was able to evade Sunrise' every attack while attaching explosives on her knees.

As soon as they were all set, Kobra ran into the building under construction and detonated the charges.

The bombs simultaneously stopped beeping and exploded, causing Sunrise to trip and try to lean on the constructed building for support, but it was unable to hold up her weight for long and she crushed an entire portion of it upon her collapse.

Shortly, Sunrise opened her eyes to look for her enemy, and she found her atop the upper floors holding her knife. The blade was coated with a powerful neurotoxin that looks concentrated enough to kill or permanently debilitate the giantess.

With a nod of triumph, Kobra leapt off to stab Sunrise with her poison-laced blade. But before she could land, Sunrise was able swat if her off to a nearby wall inside the building, knocking her broken and unconscious.

Sunrise tried to stand up and held the construction building by its sides then tugged it down to kill Kobra.

With the woman defeated, Sunrise went to check up on Conrad. She lifted him up in her massive hand and held him close to her face. His leg was broken from the crash but he was otherwise fine.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry..." she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I wasn't able to protect you."

Conrad smiled and put his hand over at her gigantic cheek. It was like touching the face of a model on a billboard. "You did everything you could, Sunrise. I'm just glad you're alive and with me right now."

Sunrise felt her heart swell with love for Conrad. "I love you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Conrad's eyes widened in surprise, but then he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "I love you too, Sunrise, you know I always have." he whispered back.

With their love finally revealed, they walked home together, with Sunrise holding Conrad close to her massive chest, protecting him with every step.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Hi transmisogynist!! Here's a reminder that trans women don't oppress you no matter how much you think they do.

I’m not your enemy, and lashing out at me won’t make you, or the women around you that you love, feel safer. I’m sorry you’re in a position where you feel like you need to do this. I’ll ask you not to do it again, because I’m not here for you to take your frustrations out on—I’m actually a real person on the other side of that inbox. Hi! My name’s Will. I like Doctor Who, I’ve got a three-legged pitbull puppy, and I have such terrible balance that I can’t ride a bike. You can use my name, next time, if you feel like acknowledging any of that.—but if want someplace to talk without attacking me, I keep my askbox open for a reason. Because you’re right, trans women are not oppressors. Nonbinary people are not oppressors. Trans men are not oppressors. We are on the same side. We are being crushed by the same boot.

I really hope you have a better day than the one you were having when you sent this.

[womensworldtour]

5 Takeaways from La Vuelta Feminina

Competition is good.

There were no boring stages. Every stage of La Vuelta Feminina was competitive this year, and most were quite close. Even the sprint stages ended up having major GC action with the cross-winds. If you look at the results, it seems to favor the super teams like SD Worx-Protime and Visma Lease-a-Bike, and they certainly did have good results. But every stage was hotly contested, there were no dominant solo breakaways, and teams like FDJ-Suez or EF Education-Cannondale played their cards well to upset the favorites for some stage races. Frankly, the Vuelta Feminina was a lot more fun to watch than the men's Giro d'Italia is looking to be. (There, we said it!)

2. La Vuelta Feminina's spot on the calendar is fantastic.

We think the organizers of the Vuelta Feminina have absolutely nailed the spot on the calendar. That lull at the end of the spring classics was just begging for a stage race, and Spain's beautiful countryside and cities look best in spring. That's always been the down side of La Vuelta versus Le Tour in the men's calendar, the scenery is so much greener and prettier during the Tour in July than the Vuelta in August. A spring Vuelta solves that problem and avoids overlap with the Tour de France Femme or the Giro Donne, bringing top talent to the race.

3. Weird dynamics at SD Worx-Protime continue.

Honestly, we don't know what is going on in this team. Demi Vollering's performance was great, she deserved both stage wins and the general classification. But her best mountain domestique was arguably Grace Brown of FDJ-Suez and not any of her own teammates. There were times when Marlen Reusser or Mischa Bredewold seemed to attack Vollering, or when Vollering was leading out the group with her own teammates behind. It didn't escape our notice that Vollering wasn't on the podium when SD Worx accepted the best team award. No one outside the team can tell, but Abby Mickey of the Escape Collective probably said it best when she said "the SD Worx-Protime team bus can’t be a fun place to hang out at the moment."

4. Crashes continue to be a real danger.

It's been a horrible year for crashes in both the men's and women's peloton, and the Vuelta Feminina saw its share of them, even in the winning team on the first TTT stage! It's a shame we didn't get to see a rematch of Gaia Realini versus Demi Vollering due to Realini's crash and withdrawal, although Evita Muzic took us somewhat by surprise and rose to the challenge instead. Likewise, the withdrawal of very strong riders like Ellen van Dijk (Lidl-Trek), Anna Henderson (Visma Lease-a-Bike), Emma Norsgaard (Movistar), Marta Cavalli (FDJ-Suez), Clara Edmond (EF Education-Cannondale), and several others due to injuries from crashes was a real shame.

5. Several riders and teams are stepping up.

It wouldn't be fair to say that Evita Muzic has been flying below anyone's radar, but until last week, we didn't know how good her form has become. If she hadn't been caught in the second group during the crosswind echelons of Stage 4, she would have had a real shot at the podium, but she can be happy with her stellar victory on Stage 6. Similarly, Riejanne Markus was remarkably consistent in the mountains and her second-place finish is a real mark to watch her in future GC competitions. Both FDJ-Suez and EF Education-Cannondale were very strategic, using their riders effectively, and nabbed some great stage wins as a result. Ricarda Bauernfeind's (Canyon-SRAM) sixth-place finish was impressive, if only because she lost two minutes in the Stage 4 crosswind split, and was presumably riding for teammate Kasia Niewiadoma until Niewiadoma had to withdraw due to illness.

And we have to tip our hats to Karlijn Swinkels of UAE Team ADQ, who fought mightily to keep the mountains classification jersey after winning it in Stage 2, which enlivened several of the breakaways throughout this year's Vuelta Feminina. We would prefer to see the polka-dot jersey points to be calculated so as to not favor the GC winner, and the last-minute rule change before Stage 8 probably doomed Swinkels' campaign to win the Queen of the Mountains, but Swinkels fought hard regardless, and for that we salute her.

[moviesludge]

Okay now the older stuff:

The Uncanny - Solid British anthology horror with cats as a theme. A little more intense than expected. Graveyard Disturbance - Lamberto Bava Scooby-Doo type of thing with friends staying the night in a creepy crypt. Killer Crocodile - B-movie about a radioactive croc attacking everybody. The Devonsville Terror - Town has history torturing and killing women accused of being witches. Present day women find moods haven't changed much, and might have a link to original accused witches. And Soon the Darkness - 70s suspense thriller about 2 British women on a bike ride holiday in France. One of them goes missing, and her friend tries to find help. Unfriended - Friends on a video chat experience a supernatural entity. The Caller - Strange 2-person suspense thriller from the 80s that feels like a play. Man shows up at a woman's house during a stormy night. She's there alone. They have conversations trying to learn each others motives and if either of them is in danger from the other. Very diabolical, and has a memorable ending. The Laughing Dead - Archaeological bus trip to Mexico turns into supernatural monster mash The Giant Spider Invasion - Exploitation B-Movie with a lot of weirdo stuff. Fun. Curse of the Blue Lights - A group of friends happen across the lair of 3 demon monster guys bent on malevolence. Habit - Fessenden romance horror about a guy dating a vampire woman. Queens of Evil - 70s atmospheric Italian horror about a motorcyclist who stumbles upon 3 beautiful sisters living in a big house in the forest. Splatter: Naked Blood - During the clinical trials for a contraceptive, a scientist's son adds his own formula to the drug. This makes the girls in the trial able to withstand extreme pain and to experience pleasure from it. Exte: Hair Extensions - Japanese horror about evil hair extensions that take over the brain. The Vineyard - Fun James Hong horror about an evil shithead using peoples blood to make wine that keeps him young. Scary Movie - John Hawkes, terrified of everything, goes to a Texas community haunted house, but there's an escaped mental patient on the loose. Mimic - GDT horror about a cockroach monster that lives in the sewer and can look like a person. Faust: Love of the Damned - Weird Brian Yuzna super demon hero bullshit about a guy that sells his soul to become devil batman. The Relic - Monster in museum

[kristenreviewsmedia]

The Women Who Fell Earth (Series 11, episode 1) by Chris Chibnall

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Show: Doctor Who Episode: The Women Who Fell Earth (Series 11 episode 1) Writer:  Chris Chibnall Rating: 4.5

Chibnall, C. (Writer). (2018). The Woman Who Fell to Earth (Series 11, Episode 1). Doctor Who. BBC One. "The Woman Who Fell to Earth" is the debut episode of the Thirteenth and first female Doctor, played by Jodie Whittaker. The episode starts with Ryan Sinclair creating a YouTube video recounting a recent event where he reflects on attempting to ride bicycles with his grandmother, Grace, and her husband, Graham. He talks about the greatest women he has ever known. Ryan struggles with dyspraxia and keeps falling off the bike. Frustrated, he throws the bike into a forest, leading him to discover glowing golden lines in the air and an alien pod. Yasmin Khan, a police officer, gets involved in the investigation after she gets a report to respond to Ryan's call about what he has seen. Yasmin and Ryan reconnect, knowing each other from their school days. The Doctor who comes falling down to earth after her TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimension In Space) knocks her out, it crashes through the roof of a train where Grace and Graham are and intervenes when a tentacle creature attacks the passengers.

The Doctor is still in the regeneration process and is the central figure guiding the group in understanding the alien threat. Once they accept that aliens are real, they embark on a quest to find the missing pod. During this time, they encounter bio-mechanical creatures and a tooth-collecting alien named Tzim-Sha. During this time, the Doctor builds herself a new sonic screwdriver tool to perform tasks like unlocking doors. The sonic screwdriver’s other abilities are to emit sonic waves, allowing it to manipulate electronic devices, analyze substances, and perform other functions. Tension starts to escalate, and as civilians are starting to be killed by Tzim-Shaw, tragedy strikes, with Grace sacrificing herself to help save others. Viewers learned that the YouTube video was about his Gram. The episode concludes with the Doctor picking out her new outfit, building a machine to find her now missing TARDIS, and then accidentally teleporting herself and her newfound companions into deep space. If you want to watch Doctor Who but do not want to go back and watch from 1963 or 2005, when it started up for a new generation, then Jodie Whittaker's Doctor is the perfect place to start. The TARDIS team and the writers are getting a fresh start with this series. This is also the first time the Doctor has been a woman in over 55 years of the show running, so as one can picture, it sparked a lot of controversy. This role has been dominated by white men for the past 55 years, so when Jodie came, a lot of sexism started coming out from some fans, while others were happy that it was a step towards inclusivity and representation for all future doctors. Jodie Whittaker coming in as the first female doctor is a step for more female fans to come on and see themselves in the doctor and portrayed as a strong woman and not as the damsel in distress. Representation matters, especially with those characters who can change into someone else.

[hannahhook7744]

Meet Prince Lucas Larson Tremaine-Westergaard of the isle;

FC: Cameron Monaghan.

Fic Title: The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook.

Nicknames: Luke, Lukie, Lukie Pie, lulu, Lu, Lukie Pookie, Luka, Red, The red diva, walkie talkie, motor mouth, brainless, pretty boy, the drunken toddler, Reflex, speedy, fast boy, Mr quick, chief, Gordon Ramsey wannabe, Cassanova, quickster, Quickstep, Sir flex-a-lot, Lukester, Sir falls-down-alot, doofus, Mr Moron, happy feet, tall boy, tall witch, Prince Red, Prince Handsome, Handsome devil, reheaded Ken doll, Narcissis reincarnated, freckles, Sir sleeps alot, Prince sleeps alot, Prince carrot top, Prince Speedy, Prince Quick, Hannh's twin, Hannah's annoying shadow, Sir flirts-a-lot, Prince Tremaine, The King of Broken Bones, King Tremaine, L.A.T.W, Turbo, elf boy, elf ears, and Sir Pain-a-lot.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Pronouns: He/him.

Birthday: December 2nd at 7:55 pm.

Height: 6"0.

Hair Color: Ruby Red.

Eye Color: Bottle green.

Place Of Birth: Isle of the Lost.

Hobbies: Racing, cooking, filming, riding his bike, drawing, listening to music, role playing, gaming, swimming, and reading comic books.

Likes: Playing the saxophone, playing the drums, fashion, drumming, Playing the piano, Playing the harmonica, playing hockey, sword fighting, shooting, cats, food, Gordon Ramsey, vintage stuff, making movies, horror movies, my bike, making comic books, making inappropriate jokes, jazz, and pranks.

Dislikes: Big dogs, needles, the dark, leprechauns, bees, his pointy ears, his three sliver teeth, his nose getting broken, his family taking his stuff, ignorance, people messing with his friends, bullies, being alone, people disrespecting women, and people messing with his cat.

Favorite musicians: Bruno Mars, Katy Perry, Nicki Minaj, the beastie Boys, Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, The Charmers, The Dragonslayer, etc.

Physical Quirks/Scars: Freckles, pointy elf-like ears, Three small needle point scars on each ear (from failed attempts at piercing them himself), Dog bite scars scattering his legs (fron a rabid dog that attacked him on the isle), a crooked nose (from all the times it's been broken), and three false teeth (from being punched several times).

Family: Hans Westergaard (father), Drizella Tremaine (mother), Anastasia Tremaine (maternal Aunt), Jacob Lathyn (Uncle), Lady Tremaine (Maternal grandmother), Cinderella (maternal step-aunt), Kit Charming (maternal Step-uncle), Chad and Chloe Charming (maternal step-cousins), Alana Olympian-Westergaard (paternal aunt), the stabbington cousins (paternal cousins), the stabbington brothers (paternal uncles), Lady Caine (paternal aunt), Madame Medusa (paternal aunt), Lars Westergaard La Bouf (paternal uncle), and Charlotte Westergaard La Bouf of the southern isles (paternal aunt). Ezra, Johannez, and Hannah/Carmine of Arendelle and Evie Queen (Paternal half siblings). Dorothy, Daphne, Debbie, Delanie, Dixie, Dotty, and Dizzy (full blooded siblings). And Anthony, Aaron, Amara, and Anya (Maternal cousins), etc.

Honorary Family: The Hook family, the Gothel siblings, Yong, Ulla, Quirin, Nuru, Hades' family, the Fitzherberts, and Hugo.

Friends: Audrey Rose and his crew mates.

Pets: Lightning (cat).

Love Inserest: Princess Darcy Morrigan Aoratos of the underworld and Andalasia.

Optimistic or Pessimistic: Optimistic.

Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert.

Occupation: High-school student, Prince, and pirate first mate.

Extracurriculars: Hockey, track, cooking club, and drummer of the Misty eyed Knights.

Favorite Animal: Cats.

Favorite Color: Denim Blue, Red, and Pink.

Favorite Book: 'Freak the Mighty' by Rodman Philbrick.

Favorite Food: Hot Cheeto, Bean, Cheese, and Ground Beef Burrito.

Favorite Drink: Pink Lemonade.

Favorite Movie/TV Show: The Addams Family and The Flash.

Background: Once upon a time, Prince Hans Westergaard of the southern isles fell in love with Drizella Tremaine after a falling out and three kids with Elsa. 6 more kids later, Lucas "Luke" Larson Tremaine-Westergaard of the southern isles was born on the isle of the lost. He was one of the first to known of Hannah Hook's existence and soon befriended her and Hades' kids. Soon becoming Hannah's first mate and 2nd in command. He's had a crush on Darcy for years and was smuggled to Auardon by Hannah during the events of d1.

~~~~Playlist~~~~

"Best Friend" by Conan Gray.

"Lil Red Riding Hood" by Bowling For Soup.

"Womanizer" by Britney Spears.

"Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship.

"22" by Taylor Swift.

"Celebrity" by Brad Paisley.

"Double Vision" by 3OH!3.

Inspired by @thecaptainsgingersnap and @theinnerworkingsofoc .

[blairwitchapologist]

prefacing this by saying that i’m fine but i was sitting on my porch after a bike ride and some fucking guy snuck up on me and cornered me and then wouldn’t fucking leave and kept asking me weird questions and made it pretty clear that like. he wouldn’t take well to me asking him to leave so i stayed as nice as possible and thank fucking god my dog has a loud bark bc he tried to follow me in when he asked me for something to drink and lenny barked at him and he jumped back so i told him he used to be a fighting dog and he’d attack him if he came in so he stayed outside but he wouldn’t! fucking! leave!!! and boyfriend was on a bike ride so he wasn’t looking at his phone and he finally did show up right after i convinced this guy to let me call him an uber bc his phone was broken but like. before casey got there he kept asking me increasingly more invasive questions and being weird and telling me how hot i am and complaining that women always reject him and hooooooly fuck dude it’s been an hour and i just stopped shaking but every little bump i hear is just scaring the shit out of me

[starlight-bread-blog]

Why Lokius Should Have Been Canon

This is a sort of combo of two metas that didn't quite get point my across. Some parts will be copied directly, but there's a lot of original content. I will discuss the ship between Loki and Mobius, their place in the show, and the MCU at large. My focus for this meta won't be parallels or motifs, because these things border on well-written friendships. But there will be some of that.

Romance in the MCU

There are a lot of straight couples in the MCU. (Almost) Every main hero is in some heterosexual relationship, Loki included.

(That's not all, not remotely).

But in the LGBTQ+ department... uh.. I think it was mentioned that Valkyrie had a girlfriend... uh... America Chavez had a pride pin... and Loki:

One line. Queer experiences are never a focal point of a show/movie the same way heterosexual experiences are. And that needs to change.

Romance In the Show

Wrong, toxic, or unsuccessfu romantic love is a recurring theme in the show.

Sylki

Sylki was an icky relationship right off the bat. They are the same person. I can't find the post at the moment, but someone has pointed out in their post that them being the same person is referenced in every episode in season 1 (edit: here it is), which is when the romance took place. This made their romance uncomfortable for many viewers.

(Some consider Sylki a toxic relationship, but for this post, the topic is too large to handle with the nuance I'd like to handle it with).

When he's drunk, Loki compares love to a dagger, stating that it hurts you, but when you try to find strength in it, it's not real.

Which is exactly what happens. Sylvie pushes Loki into a portal and they never get back together.

The Love Triangle

In 02×03, Ravonna Renslayer is infatuated with Victor Timely, but he leaves her behind and betrays her when Miss Minutes told him to. One episode later, we discover that they were indeed an item, and established the TVA together. He Who Remains deleted her memories and they never rekindle their love.

Later in the episode, is the best example of "wrong" romance in the show. Miss Minutes, the AI clock, confesses her love to Viktor Timely. He, obviously, freaks out and shuts her off. Nothing ever comes of this.

Brad and Dox

This one is small, but a big indication to romance being a theme. In 02×01, we're shown this:

The gap in the age of the actors is uncomfortable, and a character in universe has this reaction to it. It is never mentioned again.

So what does all of this leave us with? Not much. None of this properly ties to the finale, or anything really. If I were to write the show I would cut a lot of this out, since it serves no purpose. But it does make you keep romance and its shortcomings in mind. The writers want it to be there, in the back of your head.

Loki and Mobius

Finally! I got to talk about them. The two people in question. First things first, who are they, together? They became really supportive, close friends.

Fans even drew parallels to Chaos & Order, which is a very important theme in Loki. But I'm not here to unpack them. These things don't necessarily make them in love. So what does make them in love? I'll present you my evidence, and you ask yourself,

Would it be valid to suggest romantic implications if a man and a women are:

1) Extremely thouchy with each other.

2) Riding on a tandem bike together.

3) Willing to suffer a fate worst than death for another.

4) Falling on each other after that^

5) Literally the Interrupted Declaration of Love trope. (Ex)

6) Being framed in a circle.

7) Waiting & giving permission to attack.

8) Fixing themselvs before seeing the other.

Of course yes. Maybe you think some of these are a strech, but ultimately, people would point out romantic connotations across the board. And I'm here, pointing them out right now. Some scenes between Loki and Mobius have romantic implications.

Conclusion

Loki is a queer protagonist in the MCU, a universe that lacks representation of queer experiences. His show constantlty reminded us of romance, sometimes for seemigly no reason. In the second season, they wrote him and his best friend with romantic implications. And then, nothing. It should not have been nothing. Lokius should have been canon.

[harrison-abbott]

some chaps in a bar

Molly walked in with sexy boots.

Leonard was a bit in love with Molly, still, because they made out one night eight years ago.

Dave was a bit angry with Leonard because Molly used to be his girlfriend, although he kept his thoughts and passions inwardly and was largely a lazy and nice guy.

Molly didn’t speak to either of them, as she hadn’t seen them yet.

Instead she walked up to Rose, who was one of her oldest mates and who had the prettiest snow yellow hair; and they hugged and kissed and bought some drinks.

From Noel, the bartender, who wasn’t in to either of the pretty ladies because he was homosexual and himself was wary and bashed by the world because he still loved his old boyfriend who he hadn’t seen in years and who he’d moved town to get away from, and this was why he was working miserable jobs with lots of alcohol involved.

Noel was a nice guy, though. Real nice chap. And his friend Fred was an okay dude also.

Fred was drinking rum with ice. He was new to booze and wanted to be a musician. Was heavily influenced by lyricists and he wrote his own stuff and recorded lo fi material on his phone and the rum made him feel like his songwriting had any credence and yet he wasn’t quite sure whether being an artist had any strong merit because most of the time it seemed like racing too fast or being totally paralysed or rather suspended on the knifepoint of self doubt. But Fred was just chill with people. Nice boy.

Not so nice was Bill the Bouncer. Who stood outside on the doors. Some Bouncers are actually decent folk and only in it for a pay slip, whereas others, like Bill, were only in it for physical violence. Several people he had attacked. Without any police intervention. [If indeed one could argue that police officers weren’t filled with the same human material.]

Bill the Bouncer said hello to Anna when he came inside to take a pee.

Anna was from Polska and had come here for money, for a better financial life. And she’d gotten a decent salary, to her, working as a waitress. But she missed her homeland. The high rises on the horizon and the snow in winter, gaudy heat by summer. Missed the sound of trams, which weren’t in this city, and the storks that would build their nests on the electricity poles on the fields outside of town where she used to go bike rides with her sisters.

Anna liked Paul. Who was grey haired and funny called her Annabelle and spoke a little Polish in this clumsy accent and he was the type of man who didn’t care he was stupid with certain things.

Paul liked Anna too but he was too old for her and had long given up with women. It was a calmer thing to simply make people laugh now and then.

He had a dark history with woman. As lots of men do. Meh. But he could sure tell a story. Not many people disliked Paul. Not even the dark historian women.

[joshlane]

THE INSPIRATION BEHIND… JOSHUA AKIO LANE

coastline / hollow coves 🎧

breathe in / mat kearney 🎧

three little birds / branches 🎧

josh is … vintage motorcycles, old worn leather, early morning sunrises, a smooth ocean, the lake's ripples, psychology books on a windowsill, old cars under streetlights, sex, laughter at family dinner, white t-shirts stained with grease and oil.

Although there aren't a lot of fictional characters that I drew inspiration from to create Josh, there is one that probably kickstarted my desire to play a psychologist: Alex Delaware. A huge fan of the book series for years, I have always loved Alex as a character, and when I started drawing up ideas for Josh, having a psychologist burnt out on all of the bullshit that goes along with it and just wanting to help people was the focus point. Josh borrows my love of outdoors, fascination with old cars, having fish, being in love with lakes, being more of a tea than coffee person, dislike of being cooped up and, unfortunately, my anxiety.

From there, I wanted to create a character that was very outdoorsy, loved being on the water, which made him an excellent lake dweller, someone who woke with the sun and stayed up late watching the stars over the water. To go with the outdoorsy personality, it made sense to me to give him a love of bikes (and a good bonding point with his birth father, who I decided to make run the bike garage in town). From there, giving Josh a love of antique cars made sense, too, considering one of my kids had to -- I love looking at car shows.

Family was a huge factor in creating Josh. I know that often adoption storylines feature the parent(s) who did the adopting, and don't touch on those who brought the child into the world, one way or another. I thought that giving Josh a parent who wanted to get in touch with his child might show a different side of that, not to mention how he was welcomed into the Lane family, and treated as one of their own. It was very important to me that he have a good relationship with his entire family. Tokato and Josh working shoulder to shoulder on a business together was inspired by my own living in a small town, and knowing how often it happened.

Personality wise, Josh of today is a cinnamon roll; he likes to see the good in the world around him, and look on the bright side of life. The kind of person I think a lot of people (myself included) wish they could be… and mostly designed that way because I wanted an escape from all of the negativity and darker stories in life. Other than his adoption and his own mental health issues, Josh has had an easy, good life, and I don't think you come across a lot of characters in roleplay or people in real life who can and will say that. One thing that probably would have surprised a lot of people about Josh is how open he is with relationships: clean cut, good boy, yes. But he has no intentions on marrying or having kids of his own, and has been with more women that he can count, most casually, and has dated multiple people at once. Because of his 'goodie two shoes' lifestyle, I thought that giving him a personal life that was more open, and more sex-based would just be a happy change and surprise to others. And then Josh surprised me by falling for Espie.

Another huge inspiration in creating Josh was: mental health. I struggle with it, who doesn't? I decided to put that to good use. Josh, as a kid, struggled badly with anxiety and was prone to panic attacks. Over time, he started therapy and got the help that he needed, which inspired him to help others, in return. Because we all love a good transformation from the kid fumbling over his words and trying not to cry while presenting a school project into a man in his 40s giving a motivational speech to a group of teenagers looking for guidance. Who rides a badass bike and has a cute dog.