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"It was always a boys club. I always tried to help but you never let me."
Ouch. That hurts a lot. And the way the main four (mainly Kai) treated Nya in Season 1 was absolute bullshit.
#I'd personally argue that kai was the worst out of all four. sure he mainly wanted to protect her#but he was also the one usually making the sexist comments or doing nasty shit#i.e. 'i thought this was a ninja's headquarters' and the whole perfume scene where he 'mistook it for cologne'#which was a fucking massive asshole move. because he knows full damn well that his sister IS ALLERGIC TO PERFUME#AND CAN GO INTO SHOCK!!!!#i mean the others are bad too but compared to kai they are saints#ninjago#ns1#ninjago rise of the snakes#ninjago nya#ninjago kai#ninjago the boat rewatch#the boat rewatch#the boat rewatch notes#ninjago jay#ninjago cole#ninjago zane
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Hot Under the Collar
Written by: hellsenthero
Azriel X Fem!Reader
A mandatory visit to the Illyrian war-camp takes a turn for the worst when three hot-headed males decide they want to send their High Lord a message.
Warnings/themes: Swearing, violence, blood, angst, fluff, sexist war camp.
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Azriel held you securely in his arms as he flew. The view of the trees and mountains was always breathtaking to you, so much so that you didn't mind the biting chill in the air that nipped at your hands and cheeks.
“I wish you could've stayed home.” Azriel spoke for the first time since you'd taken off from the House of Wind. It was a comment that had you peering up at him with furrowed brows.
“You don't want me with you?”
“God's no,” he breathed, his hazel eyes met yours and you could see the stress he was holding back. “Illyria is no place for females, Y/N, no place I want my mate near.”
“But you grew up there.” Azriel's hold on you tightened.
“Exactly.”
The rest of the flight to the war-camp was spent in silence. Azriel's Shadows twisted around the two of you in such an unsettled manner that you could practically taste his anxiety. When the camp came into view you gave Azriel a quick kiss on his cheek. “It'll be okay, Az, don't worry too much.”
You could feel the tension in the camp the second you landed. It had your nerves flaring like a spooked creature, but you knew as one of the Night Court's best healers you had a job to do here. Check the females, make sure their wings are intact, give them any remedies they require, be it for their cycles, pain relief, contraception, or anything else. Azriel was here to speak with Devlon to ensure he was sticking to the new training rules and as your protection as he all but refused to drop you off like Rhysand had originally suggested.
“Would you just drop Feyre off there and leave, Rhys?” Azriel had bit out when Rhysand called the meeting. Rhys looked pissed at just the thought of leaving his mate in the Illyrian war-camp.
“Absolutely not.”
“Then don't expect me to leave Y/N's side for a fucking second in that shit hole.”
“Shadowsinger,” Devlon greeted. His sharp eyes looked you over but he didn't bother to greet you. Azriel grit his teeth at the blatant disrespect towards his mate.
“Devlon,” Azriel said coolly, “this is Y/N, one of our Court's best healers,” he placed his left hand over his right, making sure his mating band was visible for Devlon and the other gathering fae. “She's also my mate. I expect there to be no issues with her checking on the health of the females here?” At the mention of mate the other fae backed up with wide steps, all but three males who stood side by side, glaring between the shadowsinger and you. You quickly committed their looks to memory before focusing back on Azriel. “We'll be staying at our usual cabin.” You caught Azriel saying.
“How long will you be staying?” Devlon asked.
You knew Azriel wanted to leave as soon as possible, but he instead answered with, “as long as it takes to ensure the females are healthy and cared for and that things are running smoothly.”
“We can care for our females ourselves.” Devlon bit out.
Azriel's hazel eyes narrowed. “You say that, but you've proven that to be untrue in the past.” Before Devlon could respond with a nasty remark of his own, Azriel slipped his arm behind your back and began leading you towards the cabin he more or less grew up in. “I'll meet with you just before dinner to go over specifics, Devlon.” Azriel called out without looking back.
“What a prick.” You hissed out as Azriel shut the cabin door behind the two of you.
Azriel let out a low hum of agreement. “He's the nicest male here.”
“I'll try to be quick,” you say in order to placate both him and yourself, “thorough, but quick.”
“Good,” Azriel breathed out.
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The next morning found you doing much the same as you had the evening before. Going cabin to cabin and checking on the females. You preferred to check on them in the comfort of their own homes, it made everyone more at ease and always allowed for the females to speak to you more freely about their health. By the afternoon you had to go back to your own cabin to make up more tonics for the female's cycles. You found out that when their cycle hit none of the males in the camp bothered to help get them soothing tonics for the pain they went through. Instead, they were told to deal with it.
With a grunt you slammed the cabin door shut out of anger as you got to brewing up more tonics. Azriel was in another meeting with Devlon and you were glad he wasn't there to see you fuming with anger. The treatment of the females in the camp made you want to scream and cry and you knew it would take a long while to decompress after leaving the Gods forsaken war-camp. Yes, Devlon had the females training and yes, they stopped the wing clipping, but the lack of equality within the camp had you nearly shaking.
You didn't bother turning around when the cabin door opened. Otherwise, you would have seen the three males standing in the doorway. Instead, you called out to who you thought was your mate. “If I'm seeing the improved version of the camp, then I can't imagine the horrors that went on here before.”
“I wouldn't say that this place has improved at all,” answered a deep voice. You shot up and out of your seat and faced the three winged males that you'd had your eyes on the day prior, the only three males who didn't seem to care that you were Azriel's mate and therefore, untouchable. “In fact, I think the camp’s gone to shit ever since your little mate and his High Lord introduced the new rules. I think we need to send them a message.”
“Get the fuck out of here.” You hissed as you scrambled to pull on the invisible golden thread tethering you to Azriel.
“Make us.” The second male hissed.
You looked to the ceiling and muttered a prayer.
“Praying won't get you out of this,” said the first male, a tall male with dark brown eyes.
You looked back down and locked eyes with him. “Oh, I'm not praying for myself.”
You threw yourself at the male just as the door burst open again on a shadow swept wind. Azriel had his hands around the third male's neck, snapping in with one quick movement before the male could draw his weapon. Azriel's shadows helped subdue the second male, keeping him in place as he took out Truth-Teller and stabbed in through the male's chest. The bond had Azriel wanting to carve his eyes out and slit his neck slowly for even thinking of hurting his mate, but now was not the time for a slow and painful death. As Azriel went to advance on the last male, he stopped. He stopped because before him, on the ground, was his mate, straddling the screaming male. Azriel watched as you clawed the eyes out of the first male. His screams of pain like music to Azriel's ears as you dug your sharp nails in further and further and further, until finally, the male grew quiet, and he stopped moving. You brought bloody fingers to the male's neck, checking for a pulse, and after a moment, you breathed a sigh of relief. “He's dead.”
Azriel looked at you with a mix of love, shock, pride, his many emotions flowing down the bond to you.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you answered as he helped you off the floor, he didn't mind the warm blood that slipped from your fingers onto his own. “Needed to get my anger out, that really helped.”
Azriel was speechless for a moment as he looked you over.
“Fuck baby, remind me to never get you angry.”
You laughed, a sweet sound that was out of place in a cabin full of bodies. “You know I can get a bit hot under the collar, baby.”
“Right,” Azriel answered with a small uptilt of his lips, “I'm going to go tell Devlon his three best fighters are dead. Once you're done here we're going straight home and I'm not letting you leave the bedroom for a fucking week. Got it?”
Your smile was enough of an answer, but you still nodded to Azriel. “Got it.”
#azriel x reader#azriel shadowsinger#acotar#acowar#acomaf#azriel#azriel x female!reader#azriel x fem!reader#acotar azriel#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#a court of wings and ruin#shadowsinger x reader#azriel x reader angst#azriel x reader fluff#azriel x you#azriel x y/n
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Can I request some poly! Shigadabihawks x reader if you don’t mind. You have amazing writing and you have written some amazing poly! I don’t care if it’s sfw and/or nsfw, it’s totally up to you. I honestly kinda wanted to see how hawks and Shigaraki got along in a poly relationship and how they interacted with each other because I can imagine how Dabi and hawks get along or dabi and shigaraki but hawks and Shigaraki would have a odd relationship, y’know. Sorry if this is odd and you don’t know what I’m talking about and I just want you to know that I absolutely love your work. You’re the first person I check everyday when I get on tumblr. 😘
Awwwww!!! You are so sweet, thank you so much!!! Yeah this makes a lot of sense, for the demon au especially I’ve been trying to work on showing off the dynamic between Hawks and Shig. I hope headcanons are okay!
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- Before you enter the mix, Dabi is really the only holding them together. He started off dating Tomura (who still insists he barely even likes him, usually after they finish making out) and then later Kei joined in. You’re still not sure how it all came to be since you get a different answer depending on who you ask and what mood they’re in.
- Tomura is only a bit tsundere with Dabi and Kei, never you. With you he’s more openly clingy and would never deny how he feels. He wouldn’t say it, but he appreciates you being around whenever Dabi and Keigo make him feel like a third wheel. Keigo has some similar experiences, but he’s just genuinely not bothered whenever Dabi wants to go have some solo time with Tomura. Or you, for that matter. Just isn’t the jealous type.
- They like using you to fuck with each other. If you’re hanging out with Dabi there’s a good chance Keigo will come along and just flat out steal you. Just pick you up and walk off. Because he can. Dabi is fond of teasing Tomura about how much he likes you, despite clearly also liking you. Tomura’s go-to is usually also to steal you, however he likes to get you to come willingly so you’ll blow off whoever you were with to start.
- Keigo and Tomura get along best when teaming up to irritate Dabi. Whether it’s playing keep away with you, hiding his stuff, distracting him when he’s trying to brood and do Dabi stuff, they really enjoy the power of their combined effects on him.
- The three of them teaming up to irritate you is what really gets them cooperating. They’re all gremlins, they steal your clothes to force you into skirts with no panties, they move your stuff around so you have to ask them for help, and that’s without getting into how often they fight over you, although that’s not so much to annoy you.
- Dabi developed a little habit of calling you, Tomura, and Kei his sluts and now he does it no matter who’s around and it’s really embarrassing but he absolutely does not care.
- While most of the time it’s Dabi and you holding Tomura and Keigo together, it’s not uncommon to find just the two of them off by themselves bonding over a common interest or even occasionally making out.
- They each have their own rooms, but you don’t. You bounce between theirs and your stuff is always scattered around. Yes, it’s annoying. No, they won’t let you have your own room. The four of you typically end up sharing one bed anyway, although the room itself changes.
- They’re not shy about the relationship, so it’s fairly often you get teased (albeit lovingly) about having three boyfriends. Toga really likes trying to force you to pick a favorite.
- Everyone thinks it’s creepy. Everyone. But Kei started calling you their “little girl” and just never stopped.
- They don’t really do PDA between themselves aside from the odd hand holding or rare peck on the cheek, but when it comes to you all bets are off. You’re constantly perched in someone’s lap or holding a hand or having your clothes fixed by someone else. To everyone else it mostly looks like they toss you around.
- Sometimes they’ll take you on dates, switching between doing them one on one or with the whole group. It’s hard to get Tomura to go out, though, since he prefers stay at home dates. When he’s not feeling it you’ll usually end up in a blanket fort eating takeout all together.
- One time. one. time. some stranger muttered “slut” under his breath when he saw you walking along in public with them. Dabi charred his ass so fast the other two were pissed at him for not being able to get a hit in.
- Despite all of them being gremlins, they really love you and will 10/10 go out of their way to make sure you know that. Literally anything upsets you and the immediate response is “Tell me why you’re not happy and I will kill it.”
- Most of their more genuine affections are shown in little things they do. Keigo likes to get you guys things, especially snacks he knows you like since he can go in public freely. Dabi is constantly fixing your clothes and hair and making sure everyone’s comfortable. Tomura always touches you softly (outside of the bedroom), always brushing his fingers along your cheeks or resting his head on your shoulder, etc. He’s also the most likely to casually touch the others in public.
- When it’s cold everyone piles up on Dabi and he pretends he hates it, but you always catch him smiling when he thinks no one’s looking.
- Kei loves using his feathers to tease everyone, slipping them under clothes before you can stop them or making them flit around your face. It’s annoying but his laugh is so cute you can’t even be mad at him.
- Tomura’s face always lights up before he can stop it when one of you comes to play videogames with him. He’s really bad at hiding how excited and happy it makes him.
- Since you’re the only girl and they’re kind of sexist, they treat you a lot softer than they treat each other. Doesn’t matter how strong you are, they’ll always think you’re weaker and they need to protect you. It might not seem like it when they’re teasing the hell out of you or tying you up or spanking you, but they go way easier on you than they would on each other in the same situation.
- Literally any sign from you that you’re seriously upset or overwhelmed? Done. No more. Only soft affection and very mild teasing for the week.
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- The first time Kei joined in while Dabi and Tomura were fucking, he didn’t even participate. He just watched like a fucking creep. Still does that occasionally.
- They all have relatively high drives and absolutely no shame between each other, so it’s pretty often you’re just casually getting fucked in one of their rooms while another sits on the couch beside you and watches TV. May or may not comment on it.
- Sometimes they’ll make bets about you. See who can get you to cum the fastest one week or try testing how long it takes for you to come to them when they don’t initiate it and which one you pick. How much cum they can stuff you with and plug up before it starts leaking out. And so on.
- It’s very different if it’s just one of them, or if it’s two and which two, etc.
- Dabi likes to manhandle you. He takes his time, makes you wait and beg and then just completely destroys you for hours on end. After, he sits back with a cigarette and lets you cling to him while he strokes you and tells you you did a good job. It pleases him when you’re so fucked out you can’t form full sentences, and he’ll tease you for it for days.
- Keigo is similar in that he likes to tease, but he’s also sadistic. He’ll make you cum on his tongue and fingers until you’re begging him to stop and then he’ll force at least two more orgasms out of you on his dick. Afterwards he watches you twitch and leak his spunk for a minute before giving you god-tier aftercare. Runs a bath, gets you some water, etc. Once you’re clean he encourages you to take a nap, but it’s usually an excuse for him to take a nap because he’s also worn out but trying to hide it.
- Tomura gets too excited to tease for very long, but that’s only directly before the sex. He’ll have his hand shoved in your panties just toying with you for hours while he absently scrolls on his phone. Sometimes he’ll have you get yourself ready where he can see, only to completely ignore you until you let him know he can start. Once he’s going, though, he’s done with all that. He’s drooling, panting, flushed, pounding you into next week. He alternates between kissing you and spitting in your mouth because he’s too wound up to just pick a mood most of the time.
- That’s not to say you don’t have lots of times where it’s intimate and loving, but that’s not really the usual.
- The Dabi/Tomura combination is the more nasty of the three. Kei isn’t opposed to doing stuff to make you squirm when he’s in the mood but Dabi and Tomura l i v e for that shit. They’re almost nightmarish together, 100% okay with piss, impact play, period stuff, all things anal, etc. Of course you’re their girlfriend and they love you so they’re not about to do something that has you screaming or crying for real, but if you’re at least mostly okay with it and they’re confident it’s not breaking you, they’ll do pretty much anything. Anything to get you teary-eyed, begging them to stop, etc. as long as you’re not saying the safeword. For aftercare they’re very gentle and soft as they clean you up and put you to bed. Doesn’t matter what time of day it happened, they’re putting you in bed and snuggling you until you get at least an hour of sleep. When you wake up they’ll get you something to eat and make sure they didn’t hurt you beyond the usual cuts, bruises, and assorted mild scorching.
- Dabi and Kei usually go for more of a good cop/bad cop sort of arrangement. Doesn’t seem so bad until you figure out they switch the roles without any indication of having done that. It’s like they have a sixth sense for it or something. You’ll be crying and clinging to Keigo since he’s been nice so far only for him to bend you over his knee and spank you raw for it; meanwhile Dabi has gone from smacking you around and spewing filth to cooing and stroking your face. Their aftercare is mostly praise, they’ll tell you you did well and make sure you’re okay mentally since some of the stuff they say can get pretty intense. They’ll get you cleaned up and make sure you eat and drink water, and they’ll cuddle as long as you want and won’t go anywhere even if you fall asleep.
- Tomura and Keigo are the most interesting mix. It’s not often that it happens, but when it does they work surprisingly well together. Their different types of degeneracy and patience seem to blur together into a lethal combination that’ll have you getting whiplash from how they toss you back and forth. They’re not usually both participating at the same time; someone has to hold the camera, after all. Aftercare usually consists of a shower, snacks, and either you napping on their laps while they game together or joining in if they didn’t rock your shit too hard. On days when they’ve done this, you’ll notice the two of them interacting more and occasionally taking some time to be alone together…
- When it’s all of them you’re fucking in for it. Depending on the mood it can vary wildly, but for the most part it’s just a complete mass of writhing limbs and moans. You’re tired ten minutes in, more of the focus is on you than anything, you’re forced to cum over and over again, they each cum in or on you at least twice, and when it’s all said and done you’re covered in sweat, cum, possibly blood, and three sweaty, spent bodies. Usually after they have to peel your limp, half-conscious body off the bed and carry you to the bath. They’ll take great care of you, not that you’ll really remember it in your sorry state, and when you wake up the next day they’re more doting than usual. They’ll tease a little about how you’re sore and still just a little out of it, but that doesn’t mean they’re not checking on you and being extra attentive.
- The times when it’s all of you together but in a more romantic way, it’s like being surrounded by pure love. Everyone’s kissing, you’re all tangled together, it’s just really soft and intimate. Doesn’t last as long, but it’s insanely sweet and gooey. When finished, there’s lots of soft caring/cleaning up/cuddling for a while but it doesn’t have the same insane recovery time as usual. After everyone’s taken care of, the guys like to try pretending everything is normal, but it’s obvious they’re more clingy than usual. Definitely all sleeping together in a pile on nights like that.
- Sometimes one will join in just for aftercare. Kei enjoys seeing you a fucked-out little mess, so he’s always happy to help if it means he can see you destroyed for a minute first. Dabi likes the feeling of being needed and being able to care for someone, so he’ll help, especially cleaning you up and getting you dressed. Tomura loves the way you cling after, and likes to cuddle and nap, so he’ll come in late to the aftercare just for that.
#shigaraki x reader#hawks x reader#dabi x reader#shigadabi#dabihawks#shigahawks#shigadabihawks#shigadabihawks x reader#shigadabihawks smut#poly shigadabi#poly dabihawks#poly shigahawks#dabihawks x reader#shigadabi x reader#shigahawks x reader#poly shigadabihawks#shigaraki#hawks#keigo takami#dabi
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Irresistibly Yours
Chapter 1 - The Elevator
Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?
Pairing - Lawyer!Dean Winchester x Y/N
Warning - None for this chapter
Word Count - 1981
Square Filled - Moodboard ( @girl-next-door-writes )
A/N - *Cracks knuckles* Ta-daaaa! The series is finally here it's already Sunday where I live and I was dying to share this! It's going to be a wild ride ahead. So buckle up your seatbelts and enjoy the ride!
This is also my submission to @flamencodiva's Writing Challenge and @deanwanddamons' 2K Blogiversary challenge (congratulations on your milestone, Sian). Prompts are in bold.
Beta'd by @miss-nerd95 (Thanks again, hon❤️)
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Throwing her bag over the table, Y/N slumped down on the couch, letting out a sigh. The pressure from the higher-ups, consistent criticism of your work and impending deadlines were weighing heavily on her shoulders and she was in a desperate need of a break.
She looked over to the stack of papers on the table that now lay abandoned. The rejection from the publishing company was the fucking cherry on top. Y/N buried her face in her hands in frustration as she was almost on the verge of a mental breakdown, a few angry tears rolling down her cheeks. Letting her head fall back, she swiped away those angry tears, letting out a long sigh of defeat.
“Why can't I ever do anything right?” She mumbled, her breathing heavy as she bit down on her trembling lips.
In her late twenties, after a nasty break up, Y/N had a marvellous thought that she needed a fresh start. So she had left her corporate job back in Atlanta and moved to New York to pursue her dreams of becoming a writer. She had secured a good position in one of the leading magazine companies and started to write the novel that she had been planning since she was seventeen, but lately nothing seemed to work out the way she wanted. Sure, she was getting paid well but it wasn't enough compared to how much she had to deal with her shitty coworkers and bosses. She had now lost every motivation to continue her novel after the first draft got rejected by the publishing companies enough times to make her feel insecure about her writing.
“Why can't my life just be a goddamn Hallmark movie?” Y/N muttered under her breath as she picked up a cushion and covered your face, letting out a muffled scream.
Her wallowing time was interrupted by the blaring noise of her phone in the awfully quiet apartment, making her nearly jump out of her skin. Another frustrated groan left her lips as she saw the person calling her.
“I told you to stop calling me, for god's sake!” Y/N yelled into her phone.
“Come on, Y/N. One dinner.” The man on the other end pestered. “You know, at work people talk about how uptight you are. Let yourself go, once in a while.”
“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. Michael- I'm not interested. I told you a hundred times before and I'll say it again. Leave. Me. Alone!” She said. The line on the other side went quiet.
“Bitch.” She heard him say before the call disconnected.
“Fuck off!” She yelled again, knowing fully well he couldn't have heard her now. Y/N finally decided to put him in her blocklist because Michael didn't seem like he was gonna stop otherwise.
It wasn't that she had a stick up her ass for not wanting to go on a dinner date with her coworker. Honestly, she missed the whole first date experience, but Michael was definitely not the guy for her, or for any other girls out there in her opinion. He threw around sexist comments around the office like it was some cool shit and chivalry was definitely dead for him.
Y/N finally got up from her seat, shoulders still tense from the day's events. Opening the refrigerator, she stood there gawking at the leftovers in it.
“Cold pizza….spaghetti….chocolate brownies….” She looked at your dinner options, weighing each one's pros and cons before settling on - “Brownies it is.”
Taking out the chocolate confection , she returned to the couch. She put on Netflix as she browsed through it's movie section.
“Stupid Prince Charming-” she scoffed, biting into the delicious the chocolate chip brownie in hand. Grumbling at the unrealistic standards of Netflix rom coms, she still pressed the play on the film The Proposal.
Finishing her 'dinner', Y/N picked up the comforter, nestling deep into her couch as she watched the coldhearted Margaret fall head over heels for her assistant, the exhaustion kicked in.
“Fuck!”
And that's how the next morning started as Y/N woke up one hour later than usual. She had fallen into a deep sleep on her couch before Andrew even got to propose to Margaret, which was not exactly the wisest decision as the next morning, her neck and back screaming in pain.
The girl knew she was going to be late to work today by the time she had left the house. Hair up in a messy bun, a bag hanging from her shoulder, she tried to smoothen down the creases on her skirt before rushing towards the elevator in high heels.
“Hold the door!” She yelled at the man inside as soon as the door started to close. She sprinted towards the elevator as the man kept looking at her, an annoyed look evident on his face when he slammed the button, taking a step forward to keep the door from closing.
“Thank you!” Y/N huffed, as she got in the elevator. The man chose to remain silent and he pressed the ground button on the elevator. “I am so screwed today! I have never been this late to work!” She babbled on but the man still maintained the stoic look on his face. Y/N slightly turned to face the man of stone. He was probably in his thirties, his dirty blonde hair, sparkling green eyes and light stubble on his cheeks went very well with the crisp grey suit he was wearing. One hand in his pocket, he just stood there, jaw clenched together, eyes focused on the shut doors.
“You know, I should have set the alarm! Stupid-”
“Do you ever shut up?” The man finally spoke, a look of disinterest passing his face.
“Wow. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I guess.” Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Excuse me?” His voice was hard.
“I said, someone woke up-”
“I heard what you said. I am just not interested in listening to your morning fuck-up story.” He scoffed.
“Woah, okay.” She widened her eyes at his disrespectful comment, “I just-” The elevator reached the ground floor of their apartment building and the doors opened with a ‘ding’.
“I think you don't want to waste anymore time talking since you're already running late.” Y/N gasped slightly at the audacity of the man. “Have a good day, Miss L/N.” The man wished before moving out of the confined space as Y/N narrowed her eyes at him and wondered how he knew her name.
“Have a good day as well, Mr….” She trailed off as she got out of the vator as well.
“Dean Winchester.” He said as he walked away, never once looking back as Y/N stood there, bewildered at what just happened.
Hands balled up into fists in apprehension, Y/N inhaled audibly, as she stood on the other side of the door. She was late to the meeting by half an hour, twenty-four minutes to be precise and nothing annoyed her boss more than tardiness.
“Y/N, it's a pleasure that you finally graced this meeting with your presence on this fine morning.” Abaddon’s words laced with acute sarcasm made it quite clear that Y/N was doomed when she entered the room. The remaining four pairs of eyes in the room were zeroed in on her, as she abashedly took a seat at the far-end of the table. She couldn't risk her job because of her smartass mouth and she was already on thin ice, so she kept quiet and let Abaddon carry on with the meeting cause even Cruella De Vil would be hiding her face in shame if she ever met Abaddon. She was an Umbridge before her coffee and a Regina George after drinking her coffee. There was no way she was going to spare the poor girl today.
“As I was pointing out, our sales have gone down in recent months quite drastically. Readers are saying the contents are not relatable or entertaining enough….”
A yawn threatened to leave Y/N as she listened to Abaddon go on about the poor performance of the company, her mind preoccupied by a certain green-eyed man. She had never seen Dean in the building before this morning. He was annoyingly good looking and rude and Y/N couldn't seem to get rid of the image of him looking dapper in that grey suit. She was barely able to focus on what Abaddon was saying.
With Dean Winchester still running through her mind, Y/N trudged back to her small cubicle after the painfully hour long meeting.
Plopping down on the chair, covering her face with her hands, she exclaimed, “I need coffee!”
“Thank me later.” She turned her head to Meg as she pushed a hot cup of coffee towards her before going back to her own cubicle.
“Black, just like my heart.” She said before inhaling the strong smell of the drink. Taking a little sip, she let out a sigh of content. “Jesus, I needed this badly.”
“Yeah, you look like shit,” Meg chuckled, earning a glare from her friend. “Did you even take a look at the mirror today? Honestly, I am not even exaggerating, I-”
“Meg, I’ll forever be grateful to you for this cup of coffee, but please stop talking.” Y/N groaned loudly.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Michael walking towards her and put on headphones and turning the volume up, trying to look busy. “Heads up, incoming douchebag.” The brunette said. After the hubbub of the morning and the shitshow of a meeting, Michael was the last person Y/N wanted to see.
“Morning, Y/N.” The smug smile on his face made her cringe. This had been going on for a month now. She thought after last night, Michael would finally back down, but apparently she was very wrong. “My messages don't seem to get through anymore.”
“She blocked you. God, take a hint.” Meg muttered.
“She's right. It's ‘cause you can’t seem to take no for an answer.” Y/N huffed.
“One dinner. Just one.”
“No.”
“She said no. Isn't that enough?” Meg jumped to her friend’s rescue when she saw her fumbling and getting uncomfortable. Michael inched towards Y/N anyway, completely ignoring his colleague’s comment, a smirk evident on his face.
“Y/N, don't be so uptight. What harm does a single dinner gonna do?” He asked.
“It’ll be cheating. I have a boyfriend.” Y/N blurted out, making Meg’s eyes go wide, but it actually seemed to work as Michael moved away from her.
“A boyfriend?”
“Yeah. We have been going out for a while now.” The said man frowned as he thought the words over before leaving her space with a little nod of his head. Maybe it worked on him without any hassle, but she knew this lie would come back to bite her in the ass if the whole office got to know about it. Oh, and they would know since turning around, Y/N saw Ruby staring at her, a grin appearing on her face as she took in all the juicy gossip. The lie was now gonna spread like wildfire.
“Spill.” Y/N turned to look at her friend who stood there, hands folded, eyes wide, brows raised in utter disbelief. She puckered her lips as she waited on Y/N to explain who just frowned in reply. “Well? What happened? I want all the details, Y/N!”
“Oh come on, L/N. Share the deets.” Ruby snickered. “Who's the man that actually managed to capture your heart?”
“Dean Winchester.” The name tumbled out of her lips so easily and that was how she knew she was screwed.
Chapter 2
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Ok so a conversation @littlx-songbxrd and I were having made me remember something I was ranting about to a friend of mine once.
Brace yourselves this is going to be long. I'm sorry.
The sexism, homophobia and racism of the shadoworld straight up doesn't make sense and here's why. So if we start chronologically with the infernal devices. There is sexism towards Charlotte right? People don't want her running the institute and they don't want her becoming the consul because she is a woman. But the Clave has no problem letting women train and fight. This doesn't really make sense in my opinion.
Now you could argue that it's because they believe woman can be string capable fighters just not rational thinkers. Which is weird because in my experience you don't meet a lot of people who are "partially sexist" in that way. Like if a man believes a woman can't do high profile, high paying jobs then they usually also don't want them in the military. Anyways moving on, there aren't any mentions of homophobia in TID, mostly because they're arent any queer characters except Magnus and Woolsey.
But something interesting to point out is that none of the characters who know about Magnus and Woolsey ever comment on it really. And following this point, none of the mains display any signs of misogyny either really. (Except for what Will says to Tessa at the end of CA but that was because of the "curse.") You could argue that this is because they're the protagonists so they are supposed to be better then that. But accidental microaggressions are pretty common especially during that time period. More on that later.
Moving onto racism, this is the interesting part. Jem says to Tessa that shadowhunters believe that you are a shadowhunter first and your nationality or eace second. Actually Jem doesnt mention race but he says this while talking about being half Chinese so it's kinda relevant. Shadowhunters rarely tall about race throughout the books in general except for a few instances. When Jessamine criticizes Jem to Tessa, she calls him a foreigner and says some other racist shit that I can't really remember. Something about the yin fin and calling him lazy. That directly contradicts Jem's statement about them all being shadowhunters first. Also Will and Jem actually constantly talk about being Welsh and Chinese in the books so that statement is kinda bogus in general.
And if CC didn't want her mains being sexist or homophobic to show them as good people then why was it ok for both Jesse and Gabriel to say questionable shit about Jem? Anyways moving on to TLH. Sexism is still running rampid with their cultural customs and people being shitty about Charlotte being consul. Bots have to ask the girls to dance, girls cannot have sex before marriage or else they will be ruined or whatever you know the drill. But again, they let the girls fight. Cordelia is allowed to carry around a giant ass sword but she can't get some????
IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE CASSANDRA!!!!!
Sorry I'm losing it. Anyways. Regarding racism. Alastair and Cordelia have experienced micro aggressions from the mains (Matthew and Anna) but it's never addressed. I'm pretty sure if memory serves, the inquisitor makes a nasty comment under his breath about persians when the Carstairs family sans Elias arrive. And then we have the whitewashing of Ariadne/Kamala by her parents.
But none of this stuff ever gets brought up really. Exceot for Kamala talking about her past and who she was before and sharing her original name, but she still doesn't talk about how it effects her potential coming out. Alastair doesnt mention race when he talks about the bullying he went through at the academy and none of the white characters ever stop to think about how Kamala and Alastsir's races play a part in their crappy situations.
There's probably more I could discuss with this but I'm moving on to homophobia. It's a thing in terms of the heteronormativity and people's judgement of Anna but it's not illegal like in mundane societies at this time. But all of the mains are totally cool with it which brings me to, I'm sorry but fucking bullshit! There is no way every single adult would be totally fine with it in this time period. Like I'm not saying outright homophobia but maybe some questionable comments you know? (CC is perpetuating this idea that good people never commit microaggressions which is untrue and harmful.)
I don't think there's any mention of whether or not gay marriage is allowed in the shadowhunter world at this point. Because the issues surrounding Magnus and Alec getting married were about Magnus being a warlock right? Because Helen and Aline got married before them in TFTSA because she was only half fae. So that brings me to when was gay marriage legalized in the shadow world?????
Is there any mention of this because I don't think there is? Anyways moving onto TMI. This is where everything goes to absolute shit in terms of world building with the standards for these things. Misogyny isn't really a problem in tmi anymore from what I remember. Nobody has issues with Jia as consul (from what I remember,) and that's that. But homophobia is still rambid throughout shadowhunter society so much so that Alec is terrified to come out because he believes that he can't be gay and be a shadowhunter in peoples eyes. Also there is pressure to "carry on the family name" which doesn't make sense because if the sexism has died out then women can have babies with whoever and not even be married and carry on their family line. And not everyone needs to have children, ergo there is less pressure on the sons to carry on the family name or whatever. This also doesn't make sense because homophobia literally cannot exist without sexism!!!!
This is because of colonial gender roles being forced on society. And men being with men and women being with woman totally smashes the whole gender roles, "woman do this and men do that" idea. There's more that I could say on that but this is already so freaking long so please just look it up. And speaking of gender roles it's literally mentioned that Maryse didn't teach Izzy to cook because she didn't want her to be forced into a housewife role like she was (although there's no evidence to suggest she was?) But then Maryse is lowkey homophobic?
It doesn't make sense Cassandra!!!!!
CC doesn't get that you literally don't have homophobia or transphobia without sexism. Indigenous societies pre-colonization didn't care about any of that stuff. Literally two spirit people were revered and respected and no one gave a fuck about gender until my ancestors literally came along and ruined everything. (I'm so sorry.)
But anyways there's no mentions of racism amongst the shadowhunters in tmi. Just Maia talking about her experiences with mundane society as a black girl. When Clary confronts Valentine and basically calls him a n*zi, he laughs at her and basically says that shadowhunters don't see race the way mundanes do which yikes @ CC. Granted this was 2007. This kind of sounds like what Jem said in TID. Only it clearly wasnt true.
Anyways I'm just super confused at this point. In TDA there was basically nothing in terms of all the isms and phobias. (Oh we arent even discussing ableism because my fucking head will explode!) But we do discuss transphobia a bit with Diana. But again it doesn't make fucking sense because transphobia exists because of sexism and clear gender roles (and homophobia.)
Society is still shown to be pretty heteronormative though which I guess makes sense but the Blackthorns have multiple queers in their family! You would think that they would be less so. When Livvy mentions all the reasons that Annabel could have a forbidden love she doesnt even think to mention that it could be a lesbian relationship. When Mark finds out that Jaime was in Dru's room he freaks out but I guarentee you, he wouldn't have if Jaime was a girl. I mean you could argue that it's an age thing and not a gender thing but idk. That scene always bothered the fuck out of me. Because Mark is literally half fae like why is he caught up on bullshit "boys and girls can't just be friends" hetero bullshit.
In QOAAD we see Dane Larksoear being sexist so randomly for no reason. Like it's so strange because CC literally created a caricature of a sexist villian with him. And it makes no sense because no one else seems to feel the way he does. Like Zara is basically the leader of the cohort right? And nobody gives a fuck. It makes no damn sense Cassandra!
And finally, why is the faerie world sexist with gender roles WHEN EVERYONE IS LITERALLY BISEXUAL AND THEY'RE FAERIES CASSANDRA!!!???? THEY'RE LITERALLY FAERIES WHY IS THERE A CONCEPT OF GENDER AT ALL CASSANDRA????!!!!
Ok lol now I'm done. Sorry this is so long. But yeah I'm so confused.
Tldr: CC's world building in regards to sexism, homophobia, racism and transphobia is very inconsistent and contradictory and it makes no damn sense.
#tsc#tda#the dark artifices#tlh#twp#the wicked powers#the last hours#tmi#tid#tw mentions of transphobia#tw mentions of racism#tw mentions of homophobia#tw mentions of sexism#anti cc#long post
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"I'm not gonna say one side is better than the other. All I can comment on are my experiences on the matter, and for me, the Sasuke mischaracterisation in the SS fandom has been far more prevalent, and was the primary reason I stopped reading fan fics years ago (at least not from people I don't know and trust). Now obviously, I'm not about to use my personal experiences to indicate what the general trend is, but it was enough for me to have a rather firm perspective. "
I can understand your side. I've never liked the mischaracterization of both characters within the fandom and it is the main reason why I usually don't read ss fanfictions, neither get excited about them overall. But I find absolutely gross how these kind of Sasuke stans villanize the whole fandom or make stupid claims like "SS fandom don't care about Sasuke", "All they care is Sakura being shipped with hot guys" or attacking Sakura and her fans because in x ss fanfiction Sasuke is treated badly. I never seen this type of energy when Sakura is portrayed being cheated on, abused and despised by Sasuke in popular ss stories, neither I or another Sakura fans who dislike this mistreatment and also support the couple started to shit on Sasuke because of it. But it's exactly what these specific Sasuke stans do with Sakura, this is why I talked about the "weird sense of entitlement" in my first ask. I also dislike how some of them started this conspiracy against the whole ss fans "not caring about Sasuke" using for example, how he's treated badly in a lot of ss stories or how part of the fandom defend her more. The first case also apply to Sakura. There are many stories where she's portrayed really badly, some of these stories aren't even written by genuine SS fans(yes, some writers just use their popularity to get a better audience), there are fans that know more about the common tropes about their writing in fanfictions than their canon selfs, there are some fans who do not understand both characters, etc.
Second topic, it's true that nowadays Sakura receives more attention of the fandom... But instead of these Sasuke stans treat it as a conspiracy, why don't they put 1+1 together and talk about the far more hate she and her fans get? I don't see (at least, not often) Sasuke fans being harassed because they create stuff about him (fanarts, cosplays, a simple post in a Twitter, etc) but it happen to Sakura and her fans in a daily basis. It's absurd considering the fact that she isn't real, but we can't make a post without these haters pop-up from nowhere with very nasty comments, some of which are death/r*pe threats. I was part of the Naruto Fandom years ago and these people even dedicated fanarts of Sakura being brutally murdered by different characters or being r*ped. They call the fanbase toxic now because most of the fans stopped endure the years of harassment in silence and started to give them the same energy (even though I won't deny the fact that Sakura fanbase has a lot of shit people, like any other fandom has their bad apples) but still, they don't care when her fans have been attacked with racist/sexist slurs over a decade.
Another observation toward this topic: Sasuke, despite being unfairly hated and misunderstood by big portion of the Western fandom, also has one of the biggest fanbase and is loved in Western. It's impossible compare the kind of hate they both get and we can't forget that even some of the bash he gets is just another way of bashing Sakura (the same goes to Sarada).
To finish this long ass ask (sorry for this), I was really bothered by these kind of attitude from these said stans, considering how these same people act exactly the way - or worse - they are complaining about. I wish you a nice day. 😊
Well, I've made my perspective on the matter clear, and I'm going to stick with it. I can understand the frustration you feel towards these extremists Sasuke fans whose behaviour leaves a lot to be desired, but I still very much believe that the Sasuke mischaracteristion within the SS fandom is on a much greater scale. That's not to say that I think those Sasuke fans are in any way better, but it's just a trend that I've noticed regarding the mischaracterisation specifically.
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BTS Reaction To: You Standing Up For Yourself (Mafia!Au)
Summary: you don’t put up with shit from people who disrespect you.
Warnings: language, sexist discriminatory comments, asshole people, a funny Taehyung, NCT, and proud boyfriends.
Notes: I needed to get something posted because I’ve been lacking really badly. School, track, my job, and finals coming up next week is overtaking my life so I have had barely any time to actually sit down and write and update, so I just got only Jin’s, Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s part up. Once schools out I’ll be updating more.
Request: Anon said - bts mafia reaction to their s/o having a strong personality and knowing how to protect themselves.
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You’re dating the most powerful Mafia boss in Asia, half of Europe and a small part of the United States. Everyone respected you because you’re smart, intelligent, and are able to take care of yourself. You’re known to be passionate and will defend for what you believe in.
But sometimes, you do have people who are rude and cruel to you, but that does not stop you.
Jin, Yoongi, and Namjoon
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Jin:
You were sat with your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin, at his desk going over a blueprint of a building that one of your rivals are stationed in. You both were going over strategies on how to attack, where to place certain members, who will come in on each side, and where every camera is.
The sound of Jin’s office door opening was what had the both of you looking up from the blueprint. Taehyung and Hoseok entered with two slightly new members of Jin’s gang. The men bowed to both you and Jin, except one in particular.
This caught Jin’s attention right away.
His friend next to him nudged him, giving a confused expression along with a slightly panicked one, mouthing ‘dude.’
“What?” His friend answered rudely, “I’m not going to bow down to a woman, she doesn’t deserve my respect.”
The comment struck a cord within you that you never knew that you had. Standing up abruptly, you pulled out your gun, cocking it before pointing it right at his feet. Firing right in front of his foot, the scared yelp sent a wave of satisfaction through you. Moving around the desk, you slowly made your way to the man, giving both Taehyung and Hoseok a nod, telling them that you got it. The two moved back a few feet along with the other, but staying near just in case the man decided to do anything.
You twirled the gun around your finger, a crazed smile on your lips. “So, just because I’m a woman, you cannot bow down to me?” You asked, pouting slightly.
He straightened up, trying to put on a cool facade, “Yes, this is a job only for men, not women. You females will only get in the way because you’re just weak Little damsels in distresses.” He sneered at you.
Your eye twitched.
Before he could even blink, you lifted your foot, kicking him where the sun doesn’t shine. While he was bent over, you grabbed his face and lifted your knee before bringing his face to your knee, earning a cry of pain from him. As you were going to do more, you felt the familiar touch of your boyfriend.
Looking up, you were met with his loving gaze that held anger but you knew it wasn’t at you - it was for the man. “Love, please calm down.” Your boyfriend said in the soothing voice he only gave to you. “Don’t let him win by getting to you.”
“He deserves to die! He deserves-“
“-I know, and he does. But right now we stay in the right mind to finish going over the plan for tomorrow’s invasion. We cannot be distracted and mess up on this. After we are done, you can go down to the cells where he’ll be and give him everything that he deserves. As of now, you need to be in the right state of mind to hack into the system and give Jimin the cue.” Jin explained softly, calming you down by caressing your cheek and running his fingers through your hair.
Nodding your head, you allowed Jin to take the gun out of your hand. You were only focused on him, not paying attention to anything else around you. Usually you were the one calming down your boyfriend, but sometimes you have your moments.
Yoongi:
You were introverted like your boyfriend. Always keeping to yourself, quiet, and lazy also. You guess that’s why you both fit so well together. Although you were a lot nicer than him, you still had your moments where you could be mean if you wanted too - that was rare though since you hated confrontation and being mean.
But sometimes, you had to take on those confrontations.
You were with your boyfriend and a few of his close members (Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jimin) at a shipment. You usually don’t go to these things because you hate coming face to face with nasty people. Plus, you’d rather stay in bed watching Law&Order while eating takeout. But this time your boyfriend wanted you to come with him for some ‘moral support’ in his words.
Standing next to him, you listened to your boyfriend and the man who is exchanging whatever it is that his exchanging talk. You looked around, trying to pick out anything that was odd or unusual that Jungkook and Jimin aren’t seeing. As your eyes wandered back to the man who was talking to your boyfriend, you didn’t miss the man behind him glaring at you. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you have him a confused look back.
“Yo, Yoongi, who’s she?” He called out to your boyfriend, interrupting his and the mans conversation.
“I’m Y/N,” you waved awkwardly, “Yoongis girlfriend.” For some reason this made the guy laugh.
You saw your boyfriends jaw tick, indicating that he’s pissed at the disrespect that you’re getting. “And why is that funny?” Your boyfriend question, coming up and standing in front of you to shield you from the still laughing guy.
“Because it’s funny how the most sadistic Mafia leader is dating a goody to shoes like her. I’m sorry man, but you deserve a woman and not a girl. She’ll just hold you back by her whining, annoying, weak, unqualified-“
Before he could finish, he was met with your fist. No one, not even your boyfriend, saw you move from how fast you were. Right now, all you could see is read. You couldn’t control the rage that you felt as you punched, kicked, and slapped the guy who degraded you.
“Weak?” You chuckled angrily, “look at you. You’re nothing but scum who can’t even defend their self against a ‘girl.’” You growled, punching him again, getting satisfaction from the blood that spewing from his mouth and nose. As you were pulling your arm back to land another punch on his face, you felt a hand wrap around your fist, causing you to look back to be met with your boyfriend.
His face automatically made you relax, a small smirk appearing at his face from feeling your tense body now relax all because of him. The pissed off look that was on his face was still present, but the soft, comforting look in his eyes was only evident to you. Your breathing was heavy and you had no doubt that you look like a crazed woman from your hair being all over the place and the sweat on your forehead.
“Kitten, take a deep breath.” Your boyfriend instructed sternly. Doing as he said, you breathed in deep before releasing the air, feeling slightly better. “Good girl.” He praised, making you smile in glee from his small praise. “Now, I know what he said pissed you off, but I need you to calm down so you don’t kill the man.” You were going to protest before Yoongi cut you off. “You’ll be able to finish where you left off once he gets back to consciousness.” Your boyfriend smirked, silently telling you that you could take him to the dungeons and use the special tools that he has that are made for torture.
“Wait, consciousness?” You asked confusedly before turning around to find an unconscious, beaten to the pulp man laying on the ground with blood spewing from their mouth and nose. “Oh... oops?”
The laugh that came from your boyfriend had you blushing, “That’s my girl.”
Namjoon:
You and your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, are nerds. You both have the passion for reading, discovering new theories on why the world came to be, and anything that has to deal with school. Now, that may sound weird because why would a human being love school? Both of your answers would be, to learn new things. To know why something is the way that it is. To know why you have to go through all of these obstacles to get from A to B.
It’s nerdy, and that’s how you and Namjoon clicked.
Your close friends always make fun of you and Namjoon by calling you ‘nerds’ or ‘Einstein 1 and 2’. You both love it.
But not everyone thinks the same thing. You see, Namjoon is one of the smartest and intelligent Mafia leaders. You, being his girlfriend, get a lot of hate and discrimination because of a lot of the other mafia leaders think that this job is only made for guys and women do not know how to run a gang.
Of course, you laugh at this because you know for a fact that you’re smarter than them. Especially by being one of the 12 people to score perfectly on the CSAT (College Scholastic Ability Test). Plus, you’re skilled with being able to take someone out physically if needed to be. You’re confident in yourself, you don’t allow people to push you over the edge or get under your skin, but you also have your breaking points like every human does.
Today would be an example.
You were at a meeting with your boyfriend and his gang that involved teaming up with an ally, NCT, to take down a gang that is causing chaos for both your boyfriends gang and NCT’s gang.
You sat quietly beside your boyfriend, allowing him to discus matters with the gang leader, Taeyong. You were fond of him and his gang because they were pleasant to be around and they also like peace and not war. Plus, they reminded you slightly of your boyfriends gang. You talked with Yuta and he mentioned that they just got a new member, Do-Hun. You could point him out by how loud and cocky he was, something that the members of NCT that you knew were not.
Your boyfriend and Taeyong called break, thankfully, making you sigh in relief since you needed to pee. As you made your way to the bathroom, you ran into Do-Hun.
“Excuse me,” you politely said, stepping aside so he could pass by.
“Are you Namjoons bitch?” Do-Hun asked, taking you aback by the vulgar name he referred you to as.
“Pardon?” You asked surprised.
“Are you Namjoons bitch? Because he doesn’t deserve you, you’ll just hold him back from his ability of being as powerful as he could ever be. You women are nothing but people us men come home to to find the house clean, food on the table, and for the bed to be warm at night and to protect since you can’t defend theirselves. Women are not supposed to be the leaders, you’re the followers.”
At that, you punched him in the mouth. Before he could retaliate, you kicked behind his knee to get him to the ground and then brought his face to your knee. The loud groan he gave had your boyfriend and his gang, with their guns drawn, and Taeyongs gang and their guns drawn too, into the hall where you and Do-Hun were. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you pulled it back to where he was staring up at you.
“Y/N-“
You turned to look at Namjoon, putting up your hand as a way of saying ‘I got this’. Looking back at the excuse of a man, you smirked. “Who’s above you now?” You questioned innocently, “me. You see, men like you don’t deserve to live, or even be apart of a gang that’s as great as they are. You only bring them back by being disrespectful, pieces of sexist cocky shit, who think they’re better than everyone. You’re weak, you let a woman kick your sorry weak ass. We can’t protect ourselves? I could kill you right now with ease, but you know what? That would be a waste of my time and I don’t like wasting my time on pieces of shit as you.” You pouted before punching him in the jaw where it knocks him out.
Standing up, you straightened out your clothes before turning around to be met with your proud boyfriend and a shock Taeyong.
“See,” Taehyung stated, “this is why noona is awesome.”
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ok so i’m probably not going to word this the best, but I think I’ve finally convinced my bro-in-law-to-be (white, straight) that he can’t keep making homophobic/racist jokes around the house or out in public. and for context, he’s actually not a very racist/homophobic dude, but when he hangs out with his dude friends (a group that includes one gay dude, a bi guy, and a black guy) they all tend to throw around those kind of jokes in good humor. which is fine if they’re out laughing it up or whatever. but...not around the house, when none of those people are present to reciprocate.
and the bro-in-law-to-be has explained over and over that “my gay/black friend was the one who said this joke so it’s cool for me to tell it” but...his gay friend is not here to laugh at the joke. his black friend is not here to laugh at his joke. The only people in this house are me (white nonbinary ace or lesbian i’m still figuring it out, also autistic), my sister (white, bi), and our straight white dad who is very racist/homophobic but usually keeps it on the down low since he knows that we do not share his views and WILL debate him if he makes a nasty comment.
So our dad is usually quiet about his messed up thoughts...UNLESS someone says something to indicate “Hey, I’m racist/homophobic, just like you!” and makes it a safe space to suddenly start talking about “the Chinese virus” or “businesses should be allowed to refuse service to gays” and all this other horrible stuff, which then means that my sister and I have to go through another grueling debate with our dad about how “eugenics is bad” and “refusing to bake a cake leads to refusing to lease an apartment and it’s a slippery slope” and EVERY TIME the bro-in-law-to-be has been like “wow i didn’t know your dad thought those things” while my sister and I are like “AND WE WOULDN’T HAVE TO HAVE THIS ARGUMENT AGAIN IF YOU STOPPED TELLING THESE JOKES AND ENCOURAGING HIM TO BE OPENLY RACIST/HOMOPHOBIC.”
I can’t believe we had to explain to my bro-in-law-to-be that ppl who are racist/homophobic keep an ear out for these kind of jokes in order to recognize each other. A joke is the safest way for them to test the waters. If it’s poorly received, they can just brush it off and go “oh it was just a joke, guys, it wasn’t serious, I don’t really think those things, haha.” BUT it also provides the option for ppl to laugh and go “oh yes, that’s a good joke, i’ll tell you an equally horrible joke to prove that i share your beliefs.” and BAM, they’ve identified a fellow racist/homophobe/etc. and now know that they can talk openly in front of this person, or look to them for support if an argument breaks out. And then suddenly the space you’re in has the potential to become very ugly very fast if the majority of people signal that they’re comfortable with this, and then, if you’re a person who doesn’t agree, you have to either step up and try to shut that shit down and potentially put yourself at risk (which can range from actual physical risk to the emotional/mental damage that comes with listening to someone say terrible things about a group you belong to).
And my bro-in-law-to-be has the luxury of not belonging to any of these groups. Which means that if he makes a stupid joke at the wrong time that lights the racist/homophobic/ableist fire in the room, he’s not at risk of getting burnt. At most he’s going to be uncomfortable or feel like “wow that’s horrible” but he won’t actually be at RISK in the same way my sister and I will be. The way anyone else in that room who’s black or gay or autistic will be once he starts that ball rolling.
And right now we’re trying to focus on him not starting those fires inside our house, around our dad. Because my sister and I have tried very hard over the years to try to talk our dad out of a lot of his shitty mindsets and it’s slow progress, but we’ve managed to convince him of small things over time. he’s a lot less ableist and sexist, for example. Those were easier to work on because he has three daughters (us) and we milked that angle hard, and because I’m autistic, which we also milked hard since i was able to convince him to look at me as having expertise about disabilities that made him value my opinion. We’ve also made strides on the homophobia front, too. If I ever figure out that i like girls (still working on that) and actually date a girl, I think he would be uncomfortable at first, but he wouldn’t reject me as his daughter or anything. likewise, if my sister (bi) broke up w/her boyfriend and started dating a girl, he would probably accept that. We know this mostly because our dad apparently thought that our youngest sis (the irony is she’s the only straight one) was dating her bff in high school and was cool with it. Might have a harder time if, like, his grandson turned out to be gay (he’s more accepting of lesbians/wlw??), but we’re working on it, and we got him to accept using our trans friend’s chosen name and pronouns instead of his deadname, which took time (i’m still not out to him as nonbinary, tho. my sister and online peeps are the only ppl who know right now). So we’ve made progress!
But THEN my bro-in-law has to throw dad a bone with these lame jokes that are uncomfortable to hear coming out of his mouth in the first place (why is it always a cis straight white guy who thinks he can tell any kind of joke as long as he “doesn’t mean it”?) and so this has brought back a lot of those old beliefs in our dad that we’ve been trying to smother. These last few years under Trump have already set him back, ngl, but bro-in-law-to-be was not helping.
it’s also so hard to try fighting racism in our dad, partly because our area is so white and most of our POC friends don’t live here anymore (so far our best success is directly exposing him to a person belonging to the group he hates, and slowly letting him see that they’re human. he’s so non-confrontational that he’s not going to say anything in front of the person, either, and we supervise the whole time, and inform our friend beforehand–our trans friend volunteered to help us previously). and you can’t just say “black lives matter because they’re human beings with intrinsic value equal to a white life” because...he’s racist. he’ll debate you all day or say “ok ok” and let the subject drop w/out changing his mind. you literally have to force him to regularly have positive reactions w/a real life person to change him. god...it’s like training a dog or exposure therapy or something but it’s the best we’ve got. it’s not like there’s a school where u can send ur racist parents to learn human decency.
and it’s hard because he’s our dad and we love him and it’s hard to look at someone you love and know that he believes that straight white abled lives have more intrinsic value than anyone else...just because. i hate that we live in a society where so many ppl hate each other for these things. and it’s just...up to everyone else in their lives to decide to do anything about it. and even then, it’s so hard. and our dad is just one person, and we’ve had years and the benefit of him loving us enough to listen. i can’t imagine trying to reform a stranger, or tons of ppl all at once...
#2020#personal#racism#homophobia#it's one thing to hang out w/a bunch of LGBT+ pals and joke around#or to make jokes w/in your marginalized group#like here on tumblr it's generally fine to do that#i can make 'random thing' gave me autism jokes#or joke and say that i'm getting extra vaccines to level up to super saiyan autism#but i would never make those jokes around my conservative aunts#because i know that they genuinely believe that vaccines cause autism#and they would turn my joke into a debate#or literally not gonna lie ask me if i think 'random thing' really did give me autism#ah...but even then it's not the same as my bro-in-law because i AM autistic...#he's making gay jokes even tho he's straight#and like yeah ok w/ur friends who know ur not serious that's fine#but if you're in a room full of strangers and you make a joke like that#you're suddenly opening up a chance for the new topic of discussion to be something like#'should businesses be able to refuse service to gay people?' or 'should autistic ppl be allowed to reproduce?'#and BAM suddenly that space is very hostile for any gay/autistic/etc ppl#while bro-in-law will remain safe because he's not any of those things#which means his silly jokes are really hard for me to find funny at any time actually#because some ppl LITERALLY THINK THOSE THINGS#about ME PERSONALLY#i have to take these things seriously because they can affect my life#and i think it's kind of wild that it's the straight white dude who feels comfortable enough to throw these kind of#unfunny jokes around. like i get it he can just laugh and walk away but uh not everybody can do that#and there's a difference between cracking a gay joke on your liberal college campus#and cracking the same joke at your conservative family reunion#like just...don't do it please
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601: Girls Town
This movie is vile but the episode has some amazing moments. The joke about assassinating Eisenhower nearly choked me the first time I heard it, and I love the skit about the honour system. It reminds me of the one about Bobo’s Sandwich, in that I know where it’s going but it’s the trip that makes it work. There’s something about Mike’s complete obliviousness while the wrappers fly that just kills me.
A guy named Chip tries to rape his date, and she allows him to fall off a cliff to his death (insert gif of woman with teacup saying “good for her”). His friends know he was supposed to be out with a girl named Silver – she denies being there, but they turn her over to the police, who send her to a Catholic reform school called Girls Town. Meanwhile, Chip’s ham-faced buddy Fred realizes it was actually Silver’s sister, Mary Lee, whom Chip attacked. Fred decides to blackmail her, and Silver must somehow find the time to let God into her heart and escape Girls Town to help her. Meanwhile meanwhile, a girl named Serafina tries to commit suicide because a squashed-looking singer named Jimmy will never love her.
Let’s count the attempted sexual assaults in this movie. We start off with Chip trying to rape Mary Lee. Then a guy tries to force himself on a girl during the supposedly comedic fight scene. Serafina literally throws herself at Jimmy, twice. The detective repeatedly tries to get cuddly with Silver when he knows she’s underage. Fred’s plan is to sell Mary Lee into sexual slavery in Tijuana, and at the climax, another one of Chip’s ham-faced friends is trying to rape her all over again. Oh, and Silver is supposed to be seventeen and Mary Lee fifteen, so even if any of these encounters were consensual the men involved would still be rapists.
This is, obviously, repulsive, but it’s also the entire point of the film. We’re here to see a bunch of titillating bad behaviour, just barely held together by an outline of a story. There are two things in Girls Town that might be called a plot – one is the intrigue among the teenagers of who killed Chip and why, the other is Silver coming to realize that she can’t go through life without help, whether from God or other people. Both these stories, however, happen almost entirely in the background in order to make more room for the exploitation content.
And what a lot of exploitation content there is! We’ve got leering shots of Mamie Van Doren in all kinds of form-fitting clothing. We’ve got girl fights with slapping and pulling hair. We’ve got the aforementioned assaults, which are dropped quite casually into the narrative and never more than barely dealt with. There’s parties and dangerous drag racing and teen idols and the weird ‘scandal’ thing about Serafina’s obsession with Jimmy, which Jimmy seems determined to foster when he really should be getting a restraining order. Yes, there’s something here for everybody, except of course for people who like good movies! I find myself wondering if the writers weren’t given a list of things the studio wanted to include, and had to find a way to fit them all into one ninety-minute movie.
The result, as one might imagine, is utterly foul, and while it’s more unified than it might have been, I don’t even want to give it credit for that because it is so utterly nasty and sexist. When it was first released I suspect the movie felt like a trick, like it lured in an audience with the promise of a good time, only to wag its fingers and tell them to say their prayers. From the standpoint of sixty years later, it just reeks of hypocrisy. I’m pretty sure the church frowns on taking pleasure in (or profit off) debauched behaviour, even fictional debauched behaviour. Are we really supposed to enjoy all that and then take away the lesson that we should be loving, pious people? Are we honestly meant to believe that the film-makers were sincere about that message?
I commented on the use of the archetypes of maiden, mother, and whore in my review of Untamed Youth and here it is again in Girls Town, even less subtly. The nuns are obviously mothers, even the ones whose official title is ‘sister’, because that is the role they fill towards the students. The students themselves come into Girls Town as whores and leave having been remade as maidens, which is Silver’s arc mainly – as illustrated with a rubber mallet to the face when she meets her former self on the way out – but we see the same thing in others, too. Serafina begins the movie ready to be a whore for Jimmy, and ends it as a maiden, having become a novice nun. Mary Lee spends the whole movie under threat of becoming a whore, but in the end manages to preserve her maiden-ness with Silver’s help.
The sins and stories of the male characters are equally simplistic. Jimmy seems to have spent his whole life atoning for the theft of a laughable forty dollars (this might have been less laughable in the 50s, but it still wasn’t exactly a fortune). He is in the movie as a literal deus ex machina. When Silver prays, it’s Jimmy’s car that God sends to her, thereby saving Mary Lee. Jimmy is also the instrument of Serafina’s redemption, inspiring her to marry the Lord instead of lusting after singers. I don’t think it’s an accident that his name is James. St. James the Greater is the patron of pilgrims, or those who go on a journey seeking salvation.
(Not that this has anything to do with anything, but when I looked that up I learned that the epithets ‘St. James the Greater’ and ‘St. James the Lesser’ are supposed to specify that one was ‘Tall Jim’ and the other was ‘Short Jim.’)
The only other major male presence in the film is Fred. Characters like Chip’s grieving father and the detective are introduced as if they will be important, but after a scene or two they vanish and never recur. Where Jimmy is almost literally the movie’s saint, Fred is its devil. Almost everything he does is reprehensible, starting with harassment and moving up through vehicular homicide to human trafficking! If they could have gotten away with making him a cannibal they probably would have done that, too.
Girls Town therefore presents a world in which humans can be tidily divided into good and evil. There are nice god-fearing boys who do charity work, and there are nasty murdering rapist. There are sweet virginal girls and nice motherly nuns, and then there are whores. And it’s obvious within a few moments of meeting either type exactly which side they’re on
This is, frankly, a terrible way to present people in a movie, not just because it’s shitty character writing but because in real life you can’t just tell like that. When rapists and serial killers are captured there’s always somebody saying he looked so normal, and I swear it’s because movies keep telling us that such people don’t look normal. This makes us feel better because we like to think we could recognize a ‘bad person’ if we met one, and even more we like to think that we don’t look the way ‘bad people’ do. The truth is that this just isn’t possible, and perpetuating such stereotypes encourages people to see danger where none exists and ignore it where it does.
One thing the movie does get kind of right is the culture the inmates have developed for themselves at Girls Town. There have been studies about how hierarchies evolve in closed groups such as prisons and high schools (yes, of course people have explicitly made that comparison), and an outline of that exists in the film. The nuns are technically ‘in charge’ but the students have a form of self-government as well, complete with a penal system, which their actual superiors have come to respect. Rules that benefit the group are enforced from within it. Alliances survive despite things that should break them, because they’re all anybody has.
As a movie, Girls Town looks okay. You can always tell where you are and what’s going on. The girls and even the nuns are easy to tell apart, performances are never outstanding but usually acceptable, and you can follow the plot even when it throws in weird shit like Serafina’s obsession and the ridiculous drag race. The content is just so disgusting that none of these things actually matter, and the worst aspect of that content is the way it throws in sexual assault like seasoning – just toss in a rape here and there to spice things up!
The writers allow Mary Lee to plead self-defense since Chip attacked her first, but the rest of them are never dealt with. We don’t know what happened to the girl in the fight scene, she and her attacker never even have names. The detective faces no consequences for cozying up to both Silver and Mary Lee, despite the fact that he’s gotta be twenty years older than either. Serafina is somebody to be pitied and the thought of getting her to talk to a psychologist never occurs to anybody. At the end, it seems like even the nuns are willing to forget about all the nasty shit Fred did as long as he testifies that Mary Lee isn’t a murderer!
When all was said and done the movie’s makers probably patted themselves on the back and told each other than they meant well, what with the Good Christian Message and all, and slept very well that night. They were douchetrumpets. Fuck them and fuck their movie.
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Dino Rants - December 11
Hey, so I’m just gonna rant here for a little because I actually (for the first time in a while) reached my dino breaking point. Looks like that dino breaking point clock will have to be restarted!
If you didn’t know, I’m not the best at hiding emotions like anger, and I’m kind of like Bakugou when I get really riled up. I will start shouting a little, yelling a lot, occasional curse word if I’m really upset, and I feel the strong urge to resort to physical ways of getting my anger out whether it’s through harming myself, things around me, or others (even though the urge is dire, I never hurt the people around me in any severe manner).
But what happened today to make me reach my breaking point?
Well, it started before today. My sister has been tormenting me as usual. To put it into fewer words, she believes that she’s the voice of reason that no one listens to (her words, not mine). She likes to toot her horn, and she is always right. When she got a boyfriend (now ex) that was equally as annoying, I figured they were meant to be together even if it meant a bitter breakup because she deserved what she put out. She has told me flat-out that she doesn’t respect me and that I’m a piece of shit. She ain’t lying, but she’s one too. For years, she would make my life more difficult than it needed to be. She made fun of my mental illness and blamed it on me, she blamed my school situation on me, she believes/believed I have autism or am retarded (meaning mental retardation) somehow. She still makes fun of my psychological test results because yeah, I’m not normal. I’ve known that for a while.
I have to interact and live with her on a daily basis, and she makes her presence known. She tells me I should be able to “trust her” like some sort of “onee-chan”. My brother (who is far more passive) used to be her accomplice in things. She has made grown ladies cry even as a kid. I used to cry when she smiled. That’s how scared I was of her. I can’t say I’m over that fear. I’m just trying to learn how to cope with it.
Today, we were visiting my close family friend who just delivered her third daughter. She didn’t tell me the plan, and there was some miscommunication. She pushed me out the door with my phone (aka my life support when out of the house) on 1%. I ran trying to get my stuff, tripped up the stairs, and just tried my best while she kept pestering me. My bucket started to fill from there. *drip*
Once we got there after a really long ride (I don’t live in the main city. I live in a suburb), everything was going normally. She would give me a nasty look if I said anything out of line, and I’ll be honest, it’s because I’m terrible with kids. This baby was a red sack of flesh, and I almost made some really insensitive remarks (”why do they have a microwave and toaster in the baby photography room? is it to put the baby in?”, etc.)
But on the way back from the photography session, I commented, “Both [the baby] and I will be on liquid diets at the end of the week.” My sister started scaring me with all the wisdom teeth surgery details which I have been avoiding because it provokes major anxiety. I told her to stop because she was panicking me, but she kept going until my mom eventually told her it was making me uncomfortable. She gave me a disgusted look, and I cracked and said, “You’re sitting a perfect height for my foot to directly kick your head.” I said that out loud with other people in the room. She got even more defensive and asked, “What’s wrong with you?” (that’s a phrase I have a difficult time with because there is so much wrong with me) *drip drip drip drip*
It didn’t stop there. Once we got into the car, she started going on about how I’m such a “softie”. She started using that term after using harsher ones to portray my sensitivity to my illness and anxiety. She said I made fun of her when she got hers done. Let me say this though, she’s six years older than me, and when she got hers done, I was still in elementary school. I didn’t even understand the procedure. She gave me a lecture about how I shouldn’t laugh if I can’t take it and how I’m soooo sensitive.
When she left for her appointment, I told my mom how uncomfortable and angry she was making me. My mom said that her calling me a “softie” isn’t an insult. That just got me even more upset. *drip drip drip drip drip*
By the time my sister came back, I didn’t even want to go to lunch anymore. She was giving me so much stress that I was done then and there. But she wanted to eat, so I decided to go to a separate restaurant. My mom decided to go along with me since I’m a “fragile softie”. I voiced my anger even more throughout the lunch. I was getting really upset with how she was treating me.
On the way back, she slept which gave me peace of mind for a little bit.
The rest of the story carries on into the late evening. I thought I was finally out of the woods. It was nearly 11pm (maybe around 22:40) which is when I usually eat then go to sleep. An unexpected guest arrived at the door. It was another family friend, and my mom and dad proceeded to have a very loud conversation while I was in the other room waiting for them to be done so I could take my medication and sleep. I can’t do it while they’re there because it is also very anxiety provoking. I waited over an hour before it was nearly midnight, and through all that time, I listened to my dad make some extremely sexist comments. He kept “joking” (as I’ve now been told) that “his [newlywed] wife should cook and clean for him” and how “she needs to take care of the house.” This made me really uncomfortable. After around 20 minutes, I spoke up and said for him to tone down on the sexism. He said, “Don’t listen to [Dino], [they] don’t know when to stop flapping their darn lips.” He always puts down everyone when he’s talking. It’s shameful. He tells my mom, “Go get this.” “Make [the guest] some coffee.” It’s like she’s a maid. She’s gotten used to it, but I’m sitting in the other room trying not to explode.
Eventually, he left. I was glad. But then my sister came and joined me for my last snack. She brought up she was going to be having friends over winter break. She said it would possibly occur over once a week, with over 15 guests each, that they would take up the main floor, and that I should make myself scarce. Quite frankly, she is an uncompromising person. I am too, but I asked why she would want so many people over at once and whether we can just cap it at 10. She refused and said that her conditions were set and that we are both members of the house. I was getting increasingly irritated as she said that she has been “socially deprived” because of her work and how she was going to make this happen. She told me that I’m not good at hiding my emotions and that I’m always looking like I don’t want them there. And again, I don’t! I don’t want them in my house, and some of them are really annoying! She started to call and comment on things that were uncalled for, and my mom tried running away. That’s when I snapped. I started yelling at my mom for leaving, I followed upstairs. I said that I would make sure her friends were not welcome. I said that she was to put them in the basement which is a separate floor in itself. My mom still tried to avoid which made me even more upset. I started yelling even more. My dad (who was on the toilet taking a shit with the door open) was there too. That’s when I went ballistic on him too. He was visually treating me like a headache, and I just kept going on his old-fashioned views. When I get mad, I don’t stop until I’m done, and I don’t finish for a while. I stormed back to my room, closed the door, locked the door, told them they couldn’t borrow Penny, and then I wrote this.
Seriously, I’m darn fed up with this family. I’m done with my mom avoiding conflict and my dad and sister making fun of me, my mental illnesses, and my life situation. They’re the two strongest believers that I’m living my life wrong and that I’m weak. No, if I was weak, I would’ve been dead this time two years ago.
Tagging @lizardnebula specifically to read this because you know my family best out of any of my followers.
@bungou-stray-alies-tales-of-aly and @akaskira , if you wouldn’t mind putting up with my rant. ^^; [sorry for the tag]
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Meridas Amaram and Verbal Manipulation Techniques
Or, Meridas Amaram Is A Manipulative Sack of Shit
One of the Amaram scenes on Oathbringer dripped with manipulative tactics to me, so I pulled it out to do a full post about it because it’s a) well-written and b) really gives insight on his character. Post is under the cut, so as not to spoil things for people; this happens in chapter 53. I also talk about earlier instances, though, in Words of Radiance, which are above the cut.
It’s no secret that Amaram uses verbal manipulation to get what he wants. It’s part of how he retains such a flawless public persona--he’s a very good manipulator of social situations.
For example, look at his conversations with Dalinar in late Words of Radiance, about Kaladin’s accusations. He constantly brings up the fact that he and Dalinar are “on the same side” in various ways--high-class, older, lighteyes--and that Kaladin is other--darkeyes, former slave, young, clearly angry. He uses Kaladin’s anger to paint him as deranged and then hides his own disdain for him under faux-concern, including claiming he wants Kal to apologize to him for something he knows he did “Just to make sure he doesn’t believe it anymore.” It’s an insidious way of justifying what would be nothing but job security and an ego trip for himself. His constant identifying himself and Dalinar on a side is similarly insidious--it tries to ensure that Dalinar will empathize with him instead of Kaladin.
And then we get to the conversation in Oathbringer that really lit up how he tries to manipulate a situation and conversation.
The conversation, of course, is the conversation between him and Jasnah. I’ll go through it bit by bit.
“Jasnah, I was told I could find you here.” “Remind me to find whoever told you and have them hanged.” “Could we speak together more privately, just for a moment?”
Red flag one--not a huge one, but wanting to speak privately, out of earshot of other people so there aren’t witnesses to what is said is a manipulative tactic, making sure that nobody else sees the manipulation so as to keep his reputation clean. Clearly, Jasnah knows better than to let this work.
“I think not.” “We need to discuss your uncle. The rift between our houses serves nobody. I wish to bridge that chasm, and Dalinar listens to you. Please, Jasnah. You can steer him properly.” “My uncle knows his own mind on these matters, and doesn’t require me to “steer” him.” “As if you haven’t been doing so already, Jasnah. Everyone can see that he’s started to share your religious beliefs.” “Which would be incredible, since I don’t have religious beliefs.”
There’s a lot to unpack here. First--he’s rewriting history, painting the rift between houses as something that both houses are responsible for and have to solve. The rift between houses is entirely due to the actions of House Sadeas.
Second--he keeps repeating Jasnah’s name. Repeating someone’s name over and over is actually a common trait of people trying to manipulate others. Three- he assumes other people operate like him, through manipulation, and when Jasnah denies it tries to degrade her credibility by claiming she already is.
“Please, Private?” “Not a chance, Meridas. Go. Away.” “We were close once.” “My father wished us to be close. Do not mistake his fancies for fact.” “Jasnah--” “You really should leave before someone gets hurt.”
He tries to get her alone again, and then rewrites history again, claiming they were close when in reality, they weren’t. And he again uses her name--he repeats it again and again through the conversation. She also states in no uncertain terms she wants him to leave, and he doesn’t acknowledge it at all.
He ignored her suggestion, glancing at Navani and Shallan, then stepping close. “We thought you were dead. I needed to see for myself that you are well.” “You have seen. Now leave.”
This starts getting flat-up uncomfortable. He yet again refuses her request to leave, and instead makes sure there are people nearby whose opinion Jasnah presumably cares about--her ward and her mother. He then plays the sympathy card, claiming that he wanted to see her because everyone thought she was dead. This is a motivation that Navani and Shallan will sympathize with--he’s making himself seem to be the good guy in their eyes. Note the use of we here--he’s grouping them with him in that.
Another red flag is here too, because He just said that he came to see her because of Dalinar. Which one is true? Whichever one has a higher chance of getting Jasnah to do what he wants--talk to him alone.
Instead, he gripped her forearm. “Why, Jasnah? Why have you always denied me?”
He physically restrains her, here, and pulls out another justification--the desperate lover spurned by Jasnah’s icy demeanor. This may or may not be his true motivation--again, it’s hard to tell because he’ll pull out any justification that works. This, though, gets more under Jasnah’s skin than any of the earlier ones, as evidenced by the fact that it moves her enough to actually give him a full response:
“Other than the fact that you are a detestable buffoon who achieves only the lowest level of mediocrity, as it is the best your limited mind can imagine? I can’t possibly think of a reason.” “Mediocre?” Amaram growled. “You insult my mother, Jasnah. You know how hard she worked to raise me to be the best soldier this kingdom has ever known.”
It’s clear that he hit a nerve with his last attack at Jasnah, so she hits one in return, finally angry enough to trade blows with him. She goes straight for his ambition, and he twists it--she didn’t say anything about his mother, but he interpreted it as an attack on her and dragged her into the conversation with an already-angry Jasnah.
This is smart of him in a nasty way. Jasnah is a noted Rosharan feminist--she has written and spoken about the rights and roles of women, and we’ve seen some of that through the books. What Amaram does by bringing up his mother and using her as, essentially, a diversion, is put Jasnah in a situation where the temptation to attack a woman who had nothing to do with this situation is nearly unavoidable, and Jasnah goes straight for that bait in her attempt to cleverly insult Amaram:
“Yes, from what I understand, she spent the seven months she was with child entertaining each and every military man she could find, in the hopes that something of them would stick to you.”
It’s a doubly cheap shot: going after Amaram’s mother and implying that she was promiscuous. Jasnah herself admits later that it was a mistake done in anger, but it’s one that the entire room witnessed. In fairness to Jasnah, Amaram seems to be taken fully aback by how hard she pursued that line.
“You godless whore,” Amaram hissed, releasing her. “If you weren’t a woman...” “If I weren’t a woman, I suspect we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Unless I were a pig. Then you’d be doubly interested.”
A few more things from this--Amaram also immediately goes for promiscuity as an insult. That means that, for all it was a cheap and sexist shot, Jasnah’s aim was accurate--Amaram sees being promiscuous as deeply insulting or wrong for a woman, unsurprising in a culture so devoted to oaths.
Additionally, If you weren’t a woman is a threat. It’s the kind of line that is used often in movies, so we get desensitized to it, but it is an implied threat of violence. Amaram has gone from grabbing Jasnah to even more intimidation tactics as he loses control of the conversation.
Jasnah’s following comment--implying that Amaram wants to fuck pigs, which, for the record, had me in stitches of laughter--also seems to throw credibility behind the “Amaram is fixated on Jasnah because he has a thing for her and She Does Not Like Him As She Is A Woman Of Taste And Also Probably Queer” fire.
Side note, Amaram is absolutely the kind of guy who thinks he’s great enough for a lesbian to fall for him. His ego is the size of a mountain. He already is that asshole guy who calls a woman a slut when she refuses to date/sleep with him, as evidenced by this conversation.
Anyway, it’s the pigfucking insult that gets him to start to summon his Blade--an even more blatant intimidation tactic--but one that, of course, doesn’t work because Jasnah is just waiting for an excuse to fight, and so he has to storm off in defeat.
To summarize, here’s how Amaram dealt with the situation:
Tried to get Jasnah alone
Repeatedly used her name to refer to her, almost to excess (also a note, he used her first name from the beginning)
Rewrote or misrepresented history casually in his conversation to make it more favorable to him
Refused multiple unambiguous demands that he leave
Assumed others operate primarily through manipulation
Changed his justifications for why he was there multiple times as earlier ones were proven useless
Physically grabbed Jasnah
Ensured a sympathetic audience he knew Jasnah would want to look good in front of before making an argument
Redirects her insult to his mother, opening a door for her to undercut her feminist reputation
Resorts to name-calling and threats when losing control of the conversation
In conclusion: Wow, what a fucking asshole. Also, these are common manipulative tactics, along with the “grouping the pair of you as an in-group” that he used with Dalinar! Keep your eyes out for those, gang. They’re usually no good.
#oathbringer spoilers#the stormlight archive#roshar#cosmere meta#god do i hate meridas amaram#manipulation tw
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What would generic headcanons be for the Grillby of each AU? He's usually a close second for side character that gets asked about a lot, so this will hopefully help you feel out each one 💖 (I'll probably send one in tomorrow or something about the Gasters as well ^~^ Figured this would give you a thing to work on in spare time if your inbox empties again) ~
So for the skellies I had worked on them from undertale and down the list okay… Well for the Grillbys… I worked from Horrortale up to Undertale. It just worked and it was a wild experience honestly. These are long so I’m putting them under the cut so the post doesn’t look fucking ridiculous.
Undertale
Solemnby
-he’s pretty professional at work
-runs a bar still. Took a while to open BUT DAMN IT HE DID IT.
-he’s a decent height in human standards. He’s 5’11. It’s weird having people taller than him, even if he’s not the tallest around it’s still surreal.
-god damn it Classy Bean. The only reason he likes puns is because of this skeleton.
-a great listener.
-gives some pretty solid advice.
-bit of a smartass. “Man I’m tired.” “Maybe you shouldn’t stay up all night then.” “stop talking shit carl.”
-Classy Bean calls him carl time to time to annoy him. It works.
-his bar is relatively chill. Not a lot of people, and it doesn’t attract a whole lot of shady characters. Weirdos seem to be common though.
-He actually loves the liveliness of his bar. It’s perfect and he’s a proud smol business owner.
-He hires someone to do the dishes because that’s a thing he needs done. Besides that he runs it mostly himself.
-a hard worker, gets a little irritate with people who slack off but he isn’t one to snap at you for it. He just doesn’t get not giving your all.
-sarcasm. “I’m going to flip a table!” “Yes because that’ll solve all your problems.”
-He isn’t as quiet as you think and often will give a snarky comment like i’ve mentioned above.
-classical music is nice, and he often listens to it in his free time.
-mom friend who will talk sense into you.
-He says a lot of weird shit when he’s tired though like he suddenly becomes a shitpost generator.
-he’s got an average control of his heat he releases. It tends to heat up when he’s angry and flustered, and it takes a lot of discipline to control.
-don’t worry he’s not gonna burn you but if he starts heating up your skin is gonna turn pretty red.
-a pretty organized dude. Everything has a place. He doesn’t care about a mess, but he generally doesn’t make a whole lot of one before he’s cleaning again.
Underfell
Jerkby
-kind of a dick god.
-big ego. Undeserved. There is no reason for him to be this god dam cocky what the hell.
-His friendship with Red Boy is weird. It’s that one where you insult each other without meaning it. “Stop fucking drinking all the fucking mustard you freak.” “Not till you stop getting freaky with everyone that comes into this bar Jerkby.” at the end of the day they’re there for each other.
-he does sleep around a lot. Mostly one-night stands. He’d date but he hasn’t found anyone he’s really interested in that way. He’s a jerk but he’s not going to fake being interested in someone romantically god.
-Oh goodness me toll. 8 feet tall. Big fire man. Depending on how sensitive you are about your height he’s going to tease you. Are you an adorable mad or do you look like you have rabies mad?
-can he do anything besides smirk? Pssh no. Genuine smiles are rare and fleeting.
-He gives 0 fucks. He does what he wants. Within reason of course he’s not an animal.
-never killed anyone. Beat the fuck out of people? Hell yes. Nobody fucked with him. He was ruthless and no monster was ever brave enough to try and take him down. Or strong enough.
-How the fuck is fire ripped. Seriously why is he buff? Magic? PSSSSSHHH. Fine. Okay whatever.
-But seriously he’s startling strong.
-his main coat he wears looks like a pimp coat what the fuck. Are you a pimp? Don’t ask him this he’ll punch you in the face.
-whoa, amazing control of his heat. Like whoaaaaaaaaa. Witchcraft… shut up i know he’s made of magic. YOU GET THE POINT.
-a small fondness for animals. He feeds the cats in the alleyway.
-Speaking of alleyways. He’s not an entirely edgy jerk. When he was closing up he found a few homeless people digging in the dumpster behind his bar. He yelled at them and stopped them from running. He brought them inside grumbling and gave them a proper meal. He does this time to time after closing.
-Lets stray animals sleep in the bar after hours during the winter. He spends extra time cleaning because of this.
-his bar is practically a sauna alright it’s always super warm and it’s mostly because of him. He generally counteracts it with air conditioning.
-if people get rowdy in his bar and don’t listen he threatens to turn off the air conditioner. He has done this before. It gets people to suffer fairly quickly.
-not a whole lot gets to him but if you manage to push his buttons he’s quick to anger.
-PAY YOUR FUCKING TAB. He’ll hunt you down he swears to g o d.
Underswap
Sweetby
-sweet silly laugh. But laughs at inappropriate times or at inappropriate things
-He forgets heat control. Humans start sweating around him and he wonders why they all look all uncomfortable. Oh right! Silly him!
-Runs a cafe, and serves the sweetest cakes and pies in existence.
-his favorite thing to enjoy is apple cider. He can’t drink it because ow, but he enjoys the smell. Has occasionally tried to drink it because he can’t help himself he’s curious.
-Shortie. 4’8. He’s the perfect size no matter what you say.
-if you insult him he just frowns and stares at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. You’re suddenly apologizing and his demeanor shifts to a more cheerful one.
-if you’re mean you’re getting kicked out of his cafe. None of that. Nope. He’s the only menace in his cafe and that’s just because he’s trying to spoop people!
-Will use the cutest words. He adores them they make him giggle.
-Is very happy and cheerful, and loves the little lava monsters that live with him. They help run the cafe and often attract customers.
-The more the merrier in his cafe! He gets money to help his family (the lava monsters) and he gets colorful characters that he likes to chat with.
-Sweetby is a nickname that was given to him from Honey Bear. He loves it because it sounds like Sweet pea (it’s a pun actually which makes him giggle) and calling someone sweet pea is just precious and adorable.
-Adores pastels, and because of this he has the cutest cafe in the entire town.
-Sweetby has a no tolerance policy for a lot of things. Racist? Get the fuck out. Sexist? Get the fuck out. Hate gay people? O u t. He’s having none of that nasty business in his shop.
-would love to shake your hand but he doesn’t want to burn you so he’ll give you an enthusiastic wave. He’s also the type to want to kiss the back of your hand after shaking it, but with his issues with heat control, he simply blows you a kiss and gives a small wink.
-he’s very charming. Despite his odd remarks that are honestly kind of terrifying if you don’t know him very well, he’s lovely company.
-lolita fashion is adorable. He wouldn’t wear it himself, but anyone he does he completely gushes over their outfit.
-a small passion for clothes.
-has this really charming coy smile, and a lot of his regulars seem to have a small crush on him at the very least. He takes advantage of this to get them coming back again and again. He doesn’t lead them on and flirt back but he’s always very polite and kind.
Swapfell
Gruffby
-doesn’t talk much. Only for business.
-Was an arms dealer. When he did sell them to a monster he generally just ended up killing them, gathering the weapons back up and pick the rest of the cash out of the monster’s dust.
-Also ran a shooting range. Monsters were allowed to come let out frustrations. Sometimes he just had targets other times he had weaker monsters as the targets. He didn’t kill these customers since they kept on coming back.
-Nobody fucks with him. Nobody. Gruffby is hardcore and does crazy ass shit.
-bit of a temper. He flares up, scoffing. That’s about it. Not unless you provoke him.
-Provoking him is the worst thing you could do you will die a slow and painful death. What? That’s illegal? He’s angry about this now.
-there are tiny lava fire monsters living in his pockets. He’s a softy for them.
-runs a hunting for game store. (ya know like deer and elk.) He’s happy he can still sell guns, and he is very serious about his business.
-Reserves the right not to sell guns to people. If someone looks sketchy to him then you’re not getting a fucking gun dude. No. You’re yelling like a maniac at him only proves his point. Get the fuck out of his store.
-Do you got a license for that? Buddy ol pal if you don’t…. The cops are on your ass, he’s taking your shit you don’t have a license this is literally him doing the community a service. Yeah he’s a monster who’s killed but that’s not legal on the surface.
-Ends up learning about all sorts of horned animals and birds. He’s gotta know exactly what his guns are being used for to shoot.
-The tiny lava monsters like to get into a pack of bullets and melt them down. Hey you lil fucks what did he say about touching the merchandise? He’s putting them in a time out. You heard him go to the corner.
-The lava monsters crackle at him. He crackles back. It seems like they’re hissing each other.
-At home he falls asleep with the tiny monsters laying all around him.
-he has a really silly sounding giggle laugh.
-DON’T YOU LOOK AT HIM WITH THOSE PUNS. DON’T YOU DARE. he loves puns but hates his laugh.
-he can’t control his eccentric laugh so if you crack a joke he thinks is funny he’s losing his cool.
-friends with Scaryberry. He’d gotten lost in Hotland when visiting Alphys. He could see the fear as he was trying to maintain his bratty and “intimidating” behavior. He didn’t know what got a hold of him but he found himself serving him some tea.
-Loves tea. He doesn’t really get to enjoy it like he wants to but he at least enjoys the aroma of it.
-Scaryberry got him to quit smoking.
-pretty tol. He’s 6’4. If you’re short he’s going to tease you relentlessly but honestly he thinks it’s cute. Part of what he loves about Scaryberry.
-he likes sweet scents. They’re intoxicating and he adores them.
-He has about a billion candles okay, he really likes different smells.
-He’s actually secretly a huge dork that he hides with his edginess.
Horrortale
Smores
-Chillingly silent. He doesn’t like to talk a whole lot so he’s selectively mute. When he does speak it’s but a few words.
-His voice is raspy, almost like a whisper and you can hear that familiar sound of a campfire.
-For a fire he’s rather cold, literally, as a fire monster it’s alarming how much heat he lacks.
-Knows sign language and will sign rather than speak. Even if he does speak he’s signing at the same time.
-He’s fragile… He isn’t a healthy fire but one that seems to be at the brink of going out at any time. It affects his voice and his body temperature.
-spent his time in the underground hiding away after everything went to hell and his bar shut down. By the time they got out he was on the brink of death before Axe found him.
-Is still recovering mentally and physically from the underground. It took a great toll on him.
-He’s used to food being taken from him, and is a bit of a pushover. He doesn’t have the physical strength to fight back, and he doesn’t have the voice to scare anyone off. He has to suffer in silence since most monsters don’t know sign language.
-he’s angry when people take things from him. All he can do is glare at least that’s what he believes. If he’d done more in the underground at his state he would’ve been killed.
-he spaces out often and frequently. He often becomes out of touch with reality and needs constant reminds as to where he is.
-he’s smol for a monster from his au. With his decrease in strength he shrank and is a 5 foot tall bab.
-He still has bit of a bite when you talk to him, sarcastic and a bit of a smart ass at times.
-He talks in a rather cryptic way like he knows something bad is going to happen. He’s just trying to spook you. He doesn’t know shit. But it sure gives him a giggle seeing that disturb look in your eyes.
-Visits the hospital often. He’s willing to admit he needs help. He’s kind of dying so he’s constantly getting health scares and check ups.
-he enjoys Axe’s sense of humor. Axe visits him from time to time still when he has to stay overnight at the hospital. It reminds him of when the days were good.
-Since he can’t do a lot of things he’s started taken an interest in music. He has an odd selection of music, Melanie Martinez being one of many that appeals to him. His music is rather dark and unsettling, and there are a lot of strange and kind of out there songs he collects. This kind of brings him a bit of peace.
-It takes a while for paper to burn around him now. It scares him. He avoids paper at all costs unless he gets morbidly curious about how bad his health is doing. The longer it takes to burn the worse he is. He doesn’t need a reminder.
-Some days he finds he can’t get out of bed. It’s frustrating and he cries hot tears. He feels so broken and useless on these days. He’s hoping to be able to recover but some days he isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to.
-because of his disabilities he’s fallen into depression. He’s still adjusting to everything and suddenly being unable to do things has taken a toll on his mental state which is already pretty damaged.
-He’s fascinated with violins. Their shape is gorgeous, their strings seem like they’re delicate to him but they sound loud and beautiful. He wants to learn to play but if he does recover he will never be able to play again since he’d set the instrument on fire. So he admires from a distance.
-loves alice in wonderland of every shape and form. He relates more to the darker versions though.
-he’s slowly losing memories from the underground. The more they slip away the more it scares him. He isn’t sure this is how he wanted to heal. When he realizes he loses another memory he recounts what he can. Those are… Pretty fuzzy memories…
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PENETRATORS SQUAD IMAGINE (pt 7)
Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus. Author’s note: Here you have it, angels. As usual, a big thank you to Alyssa, @imyourliquor-youremypoison, for being the best beta writer in the world. I don’t even know what to say so, good reading, and if you feel like it, just give me a little feedback so I won’t freak out thinking you guys hated it hahahahah
Part 1. Part 6.
Part 8.
Masterlist ❁
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I didn’t have to open my eyes to know Chris wasn’t by my side anymore. He always had this curse which made him wake up earlier than usual the morning after a party - which I must say was kind of annoying since he called me at 8am to talk about party details.
I rolled on his bed, fighting the urge to go to the bathroom since Chris was in the shower and the other bathroom was downstairs. I should not have drunk all that beer yesterday, I thought while licking my dry lips. I always hated hangovers.
When I couldn’t hold it anymore I took the first bad decision of the day. I opened Chris’ bathroom door and entered quickly, before he could scream at me.
“CAP! What the hell?” He screamed while grabbing the shower curtain t cover himself.
“Can you please keep your tone low? There’s a thing called a hangover and you’re making it worse,” I informed him. “Plus, I really had to take a piss.”
“There’s another bathroom in the house.”
“I couldn’t get there in time. Would you like me to pee on your carpet?” His brows knitted. “I’ll take it as a no. Now, stop looking. You don’t need to make it more awkward than it already is.”
He let go of the curtain.
“To piss,” he repeated, incredulous. “You don’t even sound like a girl.”
“I don’t think there’s a shittier comment to hear in 8am.” I rolled my eyes, even though I knew he couldn’t see it. “For your information, there’s no such thing as ‘sounding like a girl’. The only thing required for you to sound like one is to be one. Stop making brainless sexist comments so early in the morning. Or at any other time of the day actually.”
“Ok, just don’t-”
I flushed, earning from Chris a high pitched scream when the water turned from hot to cold. I had to contain a laughter.
“Sorry. I-”
“Chris?” I heard William’s voice coming from the room.
Oh God. William. What would he think if he found Chris and I in a bathroom together? He would freak out, for sure.
And that was when I made the second bad decision of the day. Without actually thinking about it, I jumped in the shower with Chris. His eyes opened so wide I thought they were going to pop out while his jaw dropped. I covered his mouth with both of my hands at the exactly moment William swung the bathroom door open.
“Chris, you got any text from Cap? I tried to call her but she didn’t answer,” William said. A soft thud revealed he had just sat on the toilet.
I couldn’t help myself but smile. So, this is what they did while they were alone? Bathroom conversation about what on earth I could possibly be doing when I wasn’t with them? I withdrew my hands from Chris’ mouth. I saw in his eyes were how confused and lost he was. The Captain America shirt stuck to my body now that it was wet, and it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant feeling.
“I don’t know,” Chris finally answered, sounding absolutely not convincing. “She’s probably still sleeping,” he tried again.
“Yeah. You’re probably right.” Will’s voice came from the other side of the curtain. “So… What was your last fight about?”
Chris’ body was all tensed up. His muscles were stiff, especially the abs, I noticed. I shouldn’t be noticing his abs, but we were together in the shower and the whole situation was already so ludicrous that I figured a little abs ogling couldn’t make it any worse. Before my eyes could go any lower, he grabbed my chin and made me look into his eyes, using two fingers to signify me I should keep my eyes up. I decided to turn my back to him so the temptation of looking down was out of the way.
“The same reason we’ve been arguing for two weeks,” Chris replied.
“I don’t know how you two are handling it, especially when you told me-”
“It’s hard but we’ll get through it,” Chris interrupted him, making me turn so I could raise an eyebrow.
What did he tell William that he didn’t want me to know? He gave me a nasty glance, and I went back to my position of staring at the wall.
“I hope soon, then.”
Chris didn’t answer right away, causing me to turn a little bit so I could find the reason why he wasn’t speaking anymore. The bastard was looking down. At my ass, to be more precise. I waved my hand before his eyes to put an end to his contemplation and made the ‘eyes up here’ movement with me fingers, just like he did to me. Once his eyes met mine, I mouthed “hypocrite”.
“Naked,“ he muttered back, pointing to himself. “Not naked.” He pointed to me.
“Answer William!” I pointed to the curtain.
He shook his head as if asking me what he should answer. I squeezed my eyes. “Pathetic,” I mouthed, soundlessly.
“So anyway,” William uttered. “I came here because I need to tell you something.”
“What?” Chris shot back.
“It’s about Cap…” William stated gravely.
I felt all the colors of my face fade away. My heartbeat echoed through my whole being in a loud thump. Was William about to tell Chris I like him?
Ok, I knew I didn’t specify William that he shouldn’t open his big mouth about it, but I thought it was obvious. I mean, if William came and told me something about my best friend, my first instinct wouldn’t be to tell him… Oh wait- It totally would.
“I thought you should hear this from me, since the whole bus already knows…” He continued.
The whole bus knows? Fucking hell William, what did you do? I felt my heart failing while I was staring at Chris. His eyes were showing a mix of confusion and curiosity. He was asking me with his eyes what William was talking about, but I couldn’t answer. And here I was, completely motionless and clueless about what to do to stop William from telling my biggest secret during a shower conversation.
“So,” William sighed heavily. “The truth is…”
Without thinking – again - I opened the curtain to stop William from saying whatever truth he was ready to spill out. His eyes went wide open and he fell from the toilet, smashing his head against the sink. I squeezed my eyes upon hearing the bang his head made. It hurt – that I could tell - and I bet it would hurt even more by tomorrow.
“What th-,” he was speechless.
“Hi, Will.”
I tried to smile at him, but William’s face was so surprised and angry that it was hard for me to find something to say that would justify my presence here. Chris turned off the shower and grabbed the closest towel to wrap it around his waist. He was as surprised as William, which Will noticed, making him to realize his anger should be directed at me.
“Cap? Do you mind explaining what you’re doing?” William shouted, still on the ground. It wasn’t so much anger as pure astonishment.
“I-” I opened my mouth and closed it three times.
I looked at Chris, asking for help but then I realized he must be even more clueless than William. I just had no idea how to explain that situation. So, out of nowhere, William started to laugh. Chris and I looked at each other, probably thinking the same thing: William had lost his mind.
“I knew you were messing with me!” He told us, which made everything even more confusing. “I told myself it couldn’t be true. You two planned out all that shit! I can’t believe I trusted
you!”
Ok. William definitely lost it.
“William, what are you talking about?” Chris asked.
“This whole love declaration thing! You guys couldn’t actually admit you have feelings for each other on the exact same day if it wasn’t a lie. I must say you almost fooled me.”
“WILLIAM!” Chris and I yelled at the same time. That was when he realized that the shock onour faces wasn’t fake at all. He fucked up big time.
“Oh, shit.” Was all he said.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Chris turning to me but I was unable to face him. My brain was having great trouble processing what I’ve just heard. My stomach felt like it was turned inside out.
“William, what are you talking about?” Chris asked him one more time.
By the tone of his voice, I could tell how hard was for him to find the right words. William just kept staring at both of us. If I was feeling clueless before, I couldn’t possible think about a word to qualify my current state, and I wasn’t the only one. I’ve never seen him so lost, and my heart ached for him.
“Look, you two can’t blame me for this one!” Will finally said and got up. “First, Chris came to my house because he needed to tell me something.” He turned to Chris. “I thought you were going to tell me something like you used my toothbrush!” He threw his hands in the air. “And then he said he was in love with my best friend – who’s also my ex-girlfriend - and he needed my help to get her out of her house so he could talk to her – which, I had to admit, was a complete surprise since I’ve never distrusted.”
“I know.”
It escaped from my mouth. Both of them turned their attention at me, and all I did was press my lips together. William decided to ignore me and continued to let his frustration speak.
“I was shaken up already after hearing this, but then you-“ he turned to me. “-decided to blurt your confession literally out of nowhere! No ‘William I need to tell you something’ or ‘Hey Will, did I mention before I am in love with your best friend?’. Chris at least had the decency to answer my questions about it.”
He was insanely mad. I wanted to speak up and tell him I was sorry but I didn’t know what I should say or how I should say it.
He took a deep breath. “Now, you two talk it out and resolve the damn situation yourselves!” He opened the door. “Don’t forget to think about what you’re going to say to the Penetrators after this.” And he left, slamming the door behind him.
Chris and I stood there, staring at it. I was going to force anything to come out of my mouth to end the silence when the door opened again.
“I forgot to mention,” William said. “I really want you two to be happy. You’re perfect for each other, so stop being buttheads and admit it already. I love you both, but you better not drop some fucking bomb to my lap anytime soon or I’ll kill you both and feed my tigers with your dead bodies.”
“You don’t have any tigers.” I pointed out, completely surprised that I still knew how to talk.
“That’s what I let you think.” He smiled and winked before proceeding to close the door again.
“Wait, Will. What were you going to say to Chris about me?” I asked him before he could leave.
“I was going to tell him about the Theo situation,” he said, then was his time to realize something. “What were you doing in Chris’ shower fully clothed?”
“Yes, Cap. Why did you get in my shower to begin with?” Chris questioned.
I felt my face turning to red.
“I heard William’s voice, and I panicked! I thought he might got the wrong idea if he found me in the bathroom while you were taking a shower!” I shouted, frustrated.
“Right. Seeing us together in the bathroom is completely unacceptable but opening the curtain
is totally,” he raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”
I bit my lips. I was too embarrassed to tell the actual reason why I did it, but William was too smart.
“You thought I was going to tell Chris, didn’t you?” he frowned. “Don’t you trust me, Y/N?”
“Of course I do, Will!” I said, without hesitating. “I just freaked out.”
“I should let you two talk. Please, be nice to each other. If any of you calls me to tell me you had a fight I swear the tiger threat won’t remain a threat.” He closed the door.
We were still standing in the bathtub. I had no idea what to tell Chris and I knew he was as lost as I was. I avoided eye contact, but as soon as he turned the shower on again, my eyes searched for his. He turned his back to me. At some point, he dropped the towel by his side. My t-shirt was totally wet, so was my hair.
“Remember our first Penetrator party?” He blurted out.
“Perfectly.” I answered, trying to understand where he was trying to get with that question.
“We decided our first challenges there,” he continued. I wanted him to turn so I could see his face, but he didn’t. “The leader of the Penetrators at the time, you remember?”
I smiled with the memory.
“He wasn’t my challenge, Chris. I didn’t hook up with him,” I laughed a little bit.
“Oh, I know, but you remember what you did to him?” Now he had turned to face me, giving me his usual grin.
“Of course. I told you I was going to break the ice between he and I, and I did.” I got a little closer.
“I wish I knew how literal you were being when you said that. When you went to talk to that boy, stuck your hand in his drink, grabbed the ice and threw it on the floor… I just couldn’t believe my own eyes.”
“Well, I do have this effect on people,” I joked. His hands found their way to my waist.
“That was the moment I knew how fucked I was,” he whispered.
I felt my smile grow bigger and my cheeks color up, making me wonder if his words were causing it or the hot shower atmosphere.
“So you fell for me because I challenged the leader of the Penetrators? That’s…” I frowned. “I don’t know. Weird?”
“Oh, you think that’s weird? How about the current situation we’re in? I’m naked. You’re only half dressed. Our best friend just spilled out our biggest secret because he thought we were pranking him,” he smiled to me. “Weird is our thing, Cap.”
I took the Captain America shirt and threw it in the corner of the bathroom, showing my red lingerie. Good thing I was planning to get some at the party yesterday, so I was prepared for a moment like this one. Or at least, the most prepared I could be.
“I will never get used to this view.” With a finger he traced the outline of my panties.
I just lost it.
“Ok, are you planning on cutting the crap and kissing me anytime soon? Seriously, look at my head. My hair is going to start to turn grey at any moment now.”
And with that, he kissed me. I could swear I heard some fireworks in the background. His tongue slipped into my mouth and he pulled me closer, dragging me under the hot water with him. Since my mouth was too busy and the water was making it very hard to breath, I moved back to stare him. His hands were gliding every inch of my body, and they stopped on my ass.
“We’re such a cliché.” He leaned in to kiss my neck, giving me goosebumps.
“We’re not,” I chuckled when he bit my neck. “We would be one if I was a good girl, who played by the rules, and then, one day I got into your life, and you decided I was the best thing that ever happened to you.” He turned me around abruptly, which caused me to hit the soap dish. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“But the fuckgirl and the fuckboy?” I continued. He pushed my wet hair off my shoulder to expose the back of my neck, intending to let his lips leave little bruises where they touched touching my skin. “The ex-girlfriend and best friend of your best friend? The girl who slept with more girls than you? Please, we’re far from being cliché material, Schistad.”
He stopped the kisses. “You didn’t sleep with more girls than me,” he whispered. “And even if you did, every time we had a little competition about guys, I won.”
“Most of them were gays! That’s why you won!” I screamed at him.
“That Josh guy wasn’t. Remember when he swore to you he was straight?” I ran my nails along his neck, grinning as he shuddered against me.
“Was it before or after you stuck your tongue down his throat?” I licked his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer.
He pretended he had to think about it.
“Definitely after.”
And he kissed me again. This time it was so much more possessive. He started to slide down my panties while my hands instinctively ran through his wet hair. He pushed me against the wall and got rid of my bra. I let a low moan to tumble down my lips, which only give Chris more confidence. He smirked while grinding against my hips, teasing me.
I was about to wrap my legs around his waist when Chris stepped on the soap and, unbalanced, managed to fall and take the curtain with him.
“Of course! OF COURSE!” I put my hand on my forehead. “You just had to slip on a soap on our first time,” I said, trying my best not to laugh, but not doing a good job about it.
His laugh filled the room, louder than mine, despite the fact that it probably hurt like a bitch. “I’m fine, by the way, thank you for asking.” He rubbed the part of him that took the blow. “Maybe this is God’s way of telling us we should wait until marriage to have sex.”
I extended my hand to help him, but once he grabbed it, he pulled me. On my way to the ground, my knee hit him in the stomach, earning a groan from him.
“Oh my God, Chris! I am so sorry,” I said, giggling.
“Yeah. I can see how sorry you are by your laughter.” He rested his head on the floor. “Maybe God is just saying we’re not meant for each other.”
While he was mumbling about religion and stuff, I was concentrating on turning off the shower with my foot.
“I’ve seen girls do any kind of acrobatics in bed, but turning off a shower with their feet wasn’t one of them,” he told me, once I finally turned it off.
“I’m nothing like the girls you’ve been with,” I said, resting my head on his chest. If someone told me I was going to lay on the cold bathroom floor, fully naked with Chris one week ago, I would probably have had them sent to the nearest mental institution.
“I’ve waited so long to finally be with you, I can wait a few hours more to hear you scream my name,” he teased.
“Sorry to disappoint you,” I said, turning to face him. “But I’m a quiet person in bed. I don’t scream.”
“Oh, when I’m done with you, you will. You definitely will. You will teach my name to the whole neighborhood.” He tried to move, but it must have hurt because he gave up.
“If I remember well, Christoffer, the last time we played, you were the one that didn’t last so long, and you caught me on a bad day.” I winked at him. “You have no idea what my mouth can do on a good day.”
“I can’t wait to find out, then.” He bit his lips, and I had to look to the ceiling so I wouldn’t get horny again.
“What are we going to tell them?” I blurted out.
Now that it was finally happening, I couldn’t let go of the fear I was feeling. The idea of losing the Penetrators because of it terrified me more than anything I could think of. The idea of never hearing Henrik’s laugh, or playing video games with July, or sleeping over Theo’s again just made my stomach sick.
Oh my God. Theo. What can I possibly say to him?
“I don’t know,” Chris admitted, making me focus on him again. “How about we keep this as a secret until we find out where this is going? What if it doesn’t work?”
Chris didn’t need to say it out loud but I knew he was as afraid as I was. The Penetrators were his family too and losing them would hurt him as much it would hurt me.
“Ok. Hiding a relationship can’t be that hard anyway.” I shrugged. “Unless William tells on us.”
“Yeah, I bet it’s not. Now, let’s get up so I can make you one of my delicious breakfast. I am almost 90% sure you began to like me because of my cooking skills.” He gave me a peck and started to get up, making faces to show how painful it actually was. “You comin?”
“I’ll be there in twenty. Just let me take a proper shower, without distractions.” I smiled.
He nodded and left, closing the door to give me privacy. I looked up to stare the ceiling - something, I realized, which was becoming a habit - and I asked myself, smiling, a question I haven’t pondered on in ages: How the hell did I get here?
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I have a weird comment question thing. I just turned 18 a few weeks ago (no surprise. I guess) but it's kinda messed with one of my mantras. Whenever l don't feel perfectly safe (even though l live in a safe area. But even at the grocery or while running or whatever) my mantra is just talking through a situation aka if any guy approached me and made me uncomfortable l could just scream "I'm A MINOR!" Obvi 10,000:1 that'll never happen but it made me feel better. Now I can't do that. Any advice?
First of all, that's brilliant! And you can still do that. People will doubt themselves (she looks 18, but she's yelling that she a minor—we need to help her) before they doubt you. And rapist/creepers tend to go for the easiest target. So if you're already standoffish of making it very clear that you know that they are, that they're making you uncomfortable, and you're NOT okay with that, most creepers will leave you alone for an easier, less assertive target. Never doubt your gut. Your brain will ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS try to rationalize why someone isn't creepy or dangerous. Your brain will be like "he looks fine." "He hasn't done anything creepy." "You're over reacting." "You're being judgmental." You gut, will NEVER NEVER EVER steer you wrong. Listen to you gut. But you sound like you're already good at that. So my next piece of advice would be, always have friends you trust around you. Smart friends who know how to listen to their gut instincts, and who will back you even if they don't agree with what your gut is telling you about someone. Cuz creepy dudes aren't necessarily setting off everyone's creep-dar, right? Creeptron 4,000 might have a thing for blondes, so he might be making my gf feel uncomfortable, but not me. So always have smart friends around who will back you no matter what. Always drive yourself. There is NOTHING worse than getting stuck in a shitty situation because you're not driving. That doesn't mean, you should be responsible for all your friends for the night (not unless you want to be), but make sure multiple people are driving. So if you're like, "this guy is creepy, I'm not staying at this party" you can leave and not have to round up the whole crew. Be assertive. You teach people how to treat you, and your mental/emotional state and body language will get that across to creeps. So be straight. If some dude is creeping on you, or maybe he's being nice but he just won't leave you alone—tell him that. He might get his feelings hurt, might call you a bitch, might get nasty. But that's not your problem, and that's not anything you should feel bad about. I have told MANY a dudes to back up because they're standing too close. I've let them know that it's not okay to buy my food, or my girlfriends food or drinks at the bar. (SIDE NOTE: Never let strangers or dudes in general pay for you. Whether it's the first time you met them at a bar, or it a first date, whatever. You never want a man to think you're beholden to them. Plus, the good/decent dudes will be impressed that you won't let them pay for you. That shit works like candy. Oddly enough.) So yes. Don't let dudes pay for you, especially the creepy ones. This goes without saying, never let them get your drinks. I'd also never let anyone get my drinks. Not unless I'm watching. I don't care who it is. It could be my best friend, but if she's not assertive and alert like I am then I'm getting the drinks or watching as she gets them. Some of my best "leave me alone you're creepy" lines are (all said assertively and sometimes rather aggressively—cuz sometimes Creeptron 4,000 doesn't hear "no" and to that I'll add, if ANYONE does not hear you when you say "no" or when you set any kind of boundary STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM!):Creeptron 4,000 is too close: "You need to back up. You're way to close to me."Creeptron 4,000 wants you to know how you attractive you are: "Hi. You may not know this, but giving a girl your unsolicited opinion about the way she looks really sexist and it's not a compliment. I'm not here for your viewing pleasure. You're not going to impress me with your lack of social skills, and you're not going to make me feel beholden to you for giving me you unsolicited opinion of my appearance."(I've used this several times, and I find that it works like a charm for two reasons: 1. Most creeps lose interest because they don't follow. 2. They know you're smarter than them and they don't want to put effort into creepin. They want easy. Smart ain't easy.)Creeptron 4,000 wants to buy you a drink: "No thanks. I'm good." He doesn't hear your no. "You need to back up and leave me alone. You're not listening to what I have to say and I don't associate with people like that. Goodbye." (Shut it down. And if he persists, I'd play the "IM A MINOR" card, or I'd get my friends and leave, or if you're out at a restaurant, tell the waitress of the bartender. Bartenders tend to be good about watching creepy guys, or getting rid of them for the night. Not always. I find in college towns, bartenders are WAY better at shutting down creepy people than in non college places. But always good to let the serving staff know there is a creeper afoot cuz they don't want to get shut down. Creeptron 4,000 came out of nowhere are scared you: "Whoa dude. Not cool. Don't do that. Not appropriate. You approach me like a normal person you, you don't just pop out of the woodwork." And if you want to take it a step further, and really grab the power in the situation, you can say something like, "let's do this again. I'm gonna pretend like I just walked into this room, and then you can approach me appropriately. Let's practice!"Creeptron 4,000 thinks he can touch you because he thinks it's "playful" and "flirty" (UGH): "Please don"t touch me." Or "I did not give you permission to touch me." Or "And you're hand is where? Yeah, on me. That's a no." Then When he makes you out to be "dramatic" or says you're "overreacting" (😑) you do NOT let him have the power. You call out his bullshit in a calm, assertive way. Something like, "No, sir. Don't you push your embarrassment onto me by saying I'm overreacting or being dramatic. You put your hand on me. Without my permission." If he really needs to be shut down then id continue with excessive examples. Such as: "Maybe in your household men can touch women at will, but out here in the real world we abide by the law. You're not allowed to touch me." (And if they come back at you either then, or later in life and bring up how "oh, Don't touch hannah. She'll freak out." Just own every fucking inch of it. Do not give away your power. You get salty and sarcastic and says with calm and poise something like, "that's right, baby. You learned that the hard way how to treat other humans and women, but don't worry, you're learning."I'm trying to think of other Creeptron 4,000 situations but I can't! But basically, go with the minor thing. It's all about shutting people down so they get scared of you making a scene/calling them out so that they'll leave you alone. Also, never go running at night. Try not to go alone. Don't run with your earbuds in/your music so loud that you can't hear someone coming up behind you. And Head On A Swivel. Always be looking around. Look for the usually runners you see and for the random people you never see. If you think you're being followed, switch sides of the street. Take a weird turn, call/text someone to meet you outside their house or your house. Change your route. Carry mace. And just head in a swivel. Don't look like an easy target for creepers. Creepys/rapists want easy. Most of them will not chase you. So if someone does put their hands on you, fight like hell, make noise, scratch the shit out of them (like Nesta before the Cauldron if you've read ACOMAF). And the second you get free run. Man. I hope his helps. I feel like i have just rambled. But feel free to leave more asks. Sometime specific questions or situations jog my memory better.
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Scholars, Unfiltered
In the early days of blawging, one of my beefs with the academics was that they didn’t engage in humanspeak with lawyers. Or to be more precise, they wouldn’t tolerate the fact that lawyers didn’t use the moderated speech of the Academy, where calling something “interesting” was tantamount to saying your baby was ugly and you’ve got a booger hanging from your nose.
It was, in a word, frustrating when the prawfs came up with some interesting idea but couldn’t manage to engage with practicing lawyers in a way that enabled an overlap in the discussion. They had theirs. We had ours. To the extent there was any overlap, it was usually some sniffling prawf offended at someone (often me) who disagreed with their brilliance in comprehensible terms. But at least it was a substantive disagreement, even if we didn’t use the word “curious” to describe it.
And then, all hell broke loose.*
The flood of criticism, much of it on the Immprof listserv and Prawfsblawg, that has engulfed me (while traveling abroad, no less) and my co-author Rogers Smith deserves a reply. Fortunately, mine can be fairly brief as Rogers has already published his own series of replies on the Immprof listserv, with which I agree almost entirely.
But here is where we differ: Rogers seems less troubled than I am by the toxic, corrosive, name-calling, motive-assuming, and debate-chilling tenor of a few of the published comments, typified by that of Paul Schmidt on Immprof, who stated (for instance) that “[s]omebody should take these characters [Rogers and myself] on and ‘out them’ for the race baiters that they truly are.”
Over the past few years, I’ve watched in disgust as academics have willfully eschewed intellectual honesty for their cause. From the revenge porn debates to campus rape, prawfs lied about law without shame or criticism from their cringing colleagues, fearful of being the target of the sort of venomous attack as happened here. Then came Trump, and icons of academia like Larry Tribe forfeited a career of credibility in the name of the fight.
As nasty, ugly and obvious as all this was, at least it remained couched in language that purported to address the issues. Sure, it tended to be made up of passive-aggressive lies, but this is different.
“[s]omebody should take these characters [Rogers and myself] on and ‘out them’ for the race baiters that they truly are.”
There is a serious legal debate about the underlying issue, but take the position disfavored by passionate progressives and the response is at the level of the worst SJW shit-for-brains on twitter.
Rogers, fine scholar, idealist, and gentleman that he is, imagines that even this bombastic exercise in impugning the good faith and motives of two serious scholars who have long advocated more generous immigration policies will somehow advance the cause of egalitarian solidarity. To me, this is wishful thinking that can never justify such ad hominem comments among scholars about a genuinely difficult legal and policy issue. Far from coalition building, this kind of self-righteous intolerance can only confirm the worst suspicions of the coalition partners Rogers hopes to attract.
Peter Schuck is right, this will not “advance” any useful cause or discussion. But more importantly, trying to whitewash this ad hominem attack should be intolerable. Outside of law, we’ve seen what happened with Charles Murray and Christina Hoff Summers, who have been turned into pariahs in woke company and the targets of de-platforming and violence. Here, a legitimate argument, whether you agree or not, on a significant issue of law might be removed the table lest anyone make the argument and be attacked as a racist.
Many in the academy believe that it’s necessary to remind us hourly about how horrible Trump is, as if anyone would forget. Some do so in hysterical terms. Some try to intellectualize it, as if more words makes the same insipid points smell less stale. We get it. Trump is a vulgar, amoral ignoramus. Saying so every time he burps doesn’t mean he’ll be impeached momentarily and Hillary installed in his place.
But for scholars to lose the ability to discuss legitimate constitutional issue for fear they will be attacked as “race baiters” goes a few steps beyond anything that can be tolerated. It’s not just that it won’t help in building a coalition of thoughtful scholars willing to engage in intelligent debate, but it will silence academics who would raise valuable questions about legal interpretation and history.
About a decade ago, I learned from some of my friends in the legal academy about their fears of challenging feminist lawprofs.** It wasn’t that they didn’t see what was happening, but they didn’t need the tsuris that would come from speaking out against it. And they were certain that they would be castigated by their peers for their efforts, as nobody challenged feminists on campus and survived to tell about it.
You may also recall when Josh Blackman and Seth Tilman challenged the interpretation of the Emoluments Clause, they were accused of being part of a vast right-wing conspiracy rather than presenting an honest intellectual dispute. At least some prawfs called bullshit on the insane accusation.
Trial lawyers may have broad enough shoulders to withstand the pebbles thrown at them by the woke baby lawyers on the twitters who call them racist and sexist for their failure to adhere to social justice orthodoxy. But prawfs aren’t always made of such stern stuff, and have some institutional issues with calling out the intellectual frauds within their ranks, such as tenure and class assignments.
But when a legit constitutional issue, as here, begets a response like “race baiters,” it has to be condemned if we’re to maintain any semblance of legal integrity. When scholars can no longer debate issues without being attacked by their own as racists for taking the unwoke view, the law will die. It’s happened before, but this is worse.
While I would hope scholars with a smidgeon of shame and intellectual honesty will call out this garbage, I do so because there are no names anyone can call me that I haven’t been called before: Paul Schmidt and his ilk can go fuck themselves.
*I note, because otherwise someone else surely will, that the underlying issue involved the controversy of the moment, birthright citizenship. This post is not about birthright citizenship, so don’t express your views on the issue or your comment will be trashed.
**About a decade ago, a blog called “Feminist Law Profs” was at the cutting edge of radical feminist legal thought. If you’ve never heard of it, that’s because it’s to bland and tepid today as to not even make a ripple. But back then, they tolerated no disagreement, and anyone who questioned their views was immediately reduced to a misogynist and sexist. Not challenged, mind you, but merely questioned. Ann Bartow had x-ray vision and could see sexists through walls and under every rock.
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