#cuz they were all for that subjugation!

[navree]

anyway i know people don't like to hear it because of the whole 'sic semper tyrannus' vibe of it all but the modern day equivalent of the ides of march would be if all those senators who've been in office since the 50s and were getting busted for insider trading in 2020 got together and stabbed bernie sanders to death in the capitol rotunda. i'm not even kidding.

[blunderpuff]

in the expanded DS9 universe in my head, Tora Ziyal kept in touch with the Bajorans and Cardassians she was enslaved with on that desert planet

[toji-bunny-girl]

Toji with a puppy girl👀

Nah cuz puppy!reader…x wolf!toji‼️⁉️ GOODBYE YALL🫡

Alright imagine wolf cop!Toji and puppy!reader who accidentally got caught speeding and acting all fidgety and nervous when he made her roll her window down. Wolf cop!Toji’s leaning against your car door, merely asking for your driver’s license and you’re already shaking in your seat.

The first thing you did was trying to explain why you were speeding just a little, to buy some heat suppressants and Toji could see that you weren’t lying about that. Puppy girl is all sweaty, your eyes are droopy with indecipherable lust and your aromal pheromones were begging him to breed you. He is a servant of the law, supposedly having to be professional on his job, but fuck did he want to help you with your heat.

He doesn’t know the extent of his self-control and he has no interest in testing it today—so he promptly sends puppy off with a warning, he’d better not catch you speeding again.

The next time he saw puppy was a few seasons later—when he was passing by an alley on the way home from dinner with the chief. There was a little yelp of desperation, and what seemed to be someone calling for help. He could smell the scent fraught and despair, along with a familiar whiff of feminine pheromones.

Stalking into the tenebrous alleyway, he found you cowering all scared over the corner, ears back and tail between your legs as a hooded male prowled closer to you. 

Without much thinking, Toji hauled the male away from you, smashing his frame against the wall before locking his hands behind his back. 

The man tried to fight back but it was all simply in futile. He could try all he want but Toji would still have him subjugated under his strength. Ripping the hoodie off of him, and as his features were described; it was the serial rapist around your area. 

“Oi!” he called for your attention, sobbing as you shut your thighs tight together. “Get my phone outta my pocket.”

You did as you’re told, dialling the number he chanted aloud and soon the cops were there to bring the male under custody. 

“Thank you for saving me, sir,” you spoke to the intimidatingly huge wolf. And Toji returned with a terse ‘welcome’, noting the crimson blush you wore underneath your cheeks and your strong intoxicating scent; it made his head heavy and the world seemed to whirled in his sight. 

“Yer’ alright?” his voice was comfortingly deep, the grizzly pitch scratching the nerves in your ears. You’re practically sweating, and acting like how you were the first time he saw you. “Why are you out here alone this late?”

“I was going to get some heat suppressants and my car was getting fixed. So I had to walk…” you embarrassingly cried. Fuck, he swore in his head, not again. The officers were busy with the rapist bastard and letting you continue your walk alone seemed unsafe. So, he’d better send you back as quickly as possible and get on his merry way home. 

Or so he thought. 

“Please, please, please…!” you tearily whined, rubbing yourself against his knee, nose buried deep in his neck, breathing in his manly essence. Toji was beating back a groan, your scent punching his nostrils and messing up his heartbeat. He was supposed to drive you home, and somehow you’re straddled on top of him just as he has reached your home.

“Hey—”

“It hurts s’much, sir!” you’ve balled his shirt into your fist, staring at him with those wet puppy eyes. It’s your hormones against his instincts, and he has to put himself under control no matter what. “The toys are no use, I can’t do it anymore!”

“Where’s ya suppressant?” Toji sighed as he rummaged through your bag, his thigh began to dampen and the bulge in his pants pumped against the restraints of his brief as it grew in size. You didn’t manage to buy it, did you?

“Please, save me,” your voice broke as you cried, desperation oozing out of your eyes along with your tears. He could feel your pulse through his pants and your drenched panty, and fuck were you pushing him towards the edge of his limits. “It’s just this once, please…!”

Your words were the breaking point that wrenched the very last of his self-control out of his wavering self. But rules are still rules, and he worked quickly to call his partner, instructing him to help log out of his shift system for him. You were practically all over him when the phone call ended, your little teeth nipping and licking over his saliva-coated neck.

“Bad girl,” Toji clicked his tongue, his voice was low, almost predatory with a growl. You let out a yelp when he grabbed your face, forcing your head to the side as to expose the supple skin of your neck. It wasn’t fair for you to mark him without expecting him to imprint on you. Especially when you’d let out your adorable gasps as he sunk his sharp teeth into your flesh, your skin threatening to break and blood ready to flow under the subjugation of his canines.

He would only learn more of the sound you’d make when he pressed a finger against your pulsing clit through your embarrassingly wet panty, teasing and rolling your bud until your body shook and voice begged him to touch you more.

You were all he could smell and hear, his mind and body nearly drunk off of your pheromones that bubbled into the sizzling hot air. And it took the rest of a pathetic amount of restrain left in him not to eat you whole. He would have to compromise on the honey that seemed to coat your skin, sucking and biting the sweetness off of you.

Your gasps turned to whines when he stuffed a finger into your heat, a single digit of his large enough to please your squeezing cunt. But he expected you to take more than that, stretching out your slick-dripped pussy with two of his thick fingers. Your cavern squelched as he slipped them in and out of you, your head growing heavy and your eyesight turning hazy.

“Feel so—nnh, good…!” you slurred through the pleasure that shook your nerves. Your movements did nothing but agitated the bulge in his trousers, and Toji hated being edged of all things. So he had your wrists bounded by his cuffs, your arms raised above his head and your motions then restricted to your hips as you buckled them from the tingles in your core.

Toji smirked through one of the bite he was marking on your chest when he pumped his digits in and out of your sloppy cunt faster, his thumb reaching your clit and stimulating both of them at the same time. You burst into heightened cries as you felt your orgasm coming close, your hips rolling with his thick fingers as they curled over the gummy part of your wall, your eyes rolling to the back of head as pressure started building in your core.

“Mmnh—I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!” you repeated into a chant, your features twisting to his enjoyment as he watched you come undone from his mere fingers.

From the look of it, Toji knew you haven’t had enough. You were at the height of your heat, any coherence long melted into your innate desires to mate, for hours at least. You tried to free yourself from the cuff he’d locked you in, your eyes raking over his body down to the pumping size in his pants, a spot of pre-cum damp from your doings.

“Please, sir…” you whined through your adorable doe eyes, your craving for his cock to fill your cunt catching up to your limit. “Please fuck me.”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” Toji smirked, nipping the end of your sensitive ear, causing you to shudder from his touch. He loved the fact that he doesn’t have to ask for you to beg for him, his animalistic ego stroked by your adorable neediness.

Your eyes nearly popped out when you watched him unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to release his fat cock, veiny and pulsing and ready to pump you full. You were almost too eager to fit him inside of you, your hips sinking down a little too quickly. But Toji was quicker to grab you before you hurt yourself. You were already well prepared, your body releasing all the hormones necessary but still, you were built a little too small for him.

“Someone’s impatient,” Toji chuckled as you wriggled in his hold. Just as he thought, your lips paused open when he slowly sank you halfway down his length, his thick cock pushing against the wall of your tummy, a little bump from the shape of his bulging from the inside of your stomach.

The both of you swore underneath your breaths, and you threw your head back when Toji started shifting into your hips. You were so damn tight and warm and wet that his carnal need to breed hit him like a fucking truck.

His jaw clenched as he forced his whole length into your pulsing hole, your eyebrows furrowed and teeth sunk into your bottom lip from how full you felt. Your breaths left your mouth as dragged moans when Toji began to draw his hips out and into your weeping cunt, slow but deep.

His thumb drew circles upon your hardened clit once again, attempting to ease your clenching hole but it did nothing but tightened your grip around his girth. “You gotta relax, pup,” he groaned into the sultry air, and you cried as you shook your head.

“M’ can’t! Please!” you mewled, rolling your hips for the least bit of friction, itching to ease the tingle between your thighs.

“Fuck,” Toji growled as tears of frustration began forming in your eyes. You weren’t the only one starved for sex, he’s been holding on for so long just not to hurt you. But you’re an eager one, can’t even wait for his cock to start moving and you’re sniffling your tears aback. “You better not regret this,” he clicked his tongue before drawing his hips back, slamming them up into your weeping cunt.

The car shook from the force and a scream lodge itself in your throat, your pussy ached with his cock dragging against your walls, and a pulsing warmth began to swarm all over your belly. “Haah—it’s s’good!” you mumbled unsteadily, your back arching into him and eyes turning crossed.

“I need you to be, shit—clearer, sweet.”

“Your cock f-feel s’good, sir!” you could feel the way Toji twitched inside of you, his pace relentless and rough. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the crack of the pressure in your core, and your released gushed all over his lap and car seat, the scent of your essence making his head heavy.

He doesn’t stop even when your lips spewed nothing but rambles, your drool slipping down your chin and onto your marked chest. Instead, he began to fuck himself into you, harder and faster. Your thighs shook for the way his cock spurred up your insides, it was as if he was trying to bring you apart then and there.

Toji bellowed out a low growl as his nails sank into the flesh on your hips, using your body like a fleshlight and messing up your sore cunt. Your slick cavern hugged his cock tight as he twitched, the nerves on his tip dancing upon the fire of pleasure before you feel a rope of his velvety semen paint your insides white, a wave of orgasm crushing down over you soon after.

You’re too drunk and dumb off his cock to stop him, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and tongue idly lolling out. Toji had spent too much of his time enveloped in your mating pheromones, his hormones raging all over his body, twisting the levels until he was down to nothing but a hulking body of a male intending to impregnate.

Unbeknownst to you, it would take days for a wolf’s rut to wear off.

[decolonize-the-everything]

Just discovered what "littermate syndrome" is and I'm disgusted with colonizers

Nothing is sacred that threatens their place of power no matter how minor that place is; they can't stand the thought of not being the center of someone else's universe.

I can't imagine the battles they must have in their heads to feel so superior to everything and simultaneously so scared of losing that unnatural belief in superiority that they can't even let dog siblings be around each other. Because even that tiniest inkling of having an actual community with others is a threat to their place of power.

All this oppression to maintain their delicate sense of safety which wouldn't be in danger to begin with if they'd minded their fucking business and just let people be.

Not EVERYTHING is here for them to take.

To make this understandable and maybe even relatable, the way colonizers treat the earth and it's inhabitants is how the worst of men treat women under patriarchy. Theirs for the taking. If a woman- like unclaimed land- is unharmed and still full of potential it's because a man simply hasn't found her and taken that status from her yet. Her freedom entirely dependent on how long she can avoid being seen by someone who wants to brag about owning her and the way he changed her.

If colonizers were just men maybe it wouldn't take so long to understand why colonization and subjugation to this extent, like sexual assault, is so unforgivable.

But thats not the case. So instead of having half the population as allies I have to deal with reading articles about "littermate syndrome" because how else are you going to cope with abandoning your humanity for power while pretending it's "just the way things are"

If it was really 'just the way things are' I don't think they'd need so many rules and cops and laws and states, and even articles about dogs to enforce all those ideas. Colonizers fight their own humanity and try to convince everyone else to hate themselves just as much and then have the audacity to accuse anyone who doesn't of being "uncivilized" and a "savage"

Like how the value of a dog directly correlates to it's trainability.

And all dogs can be trained, right?

Some of them just need more intense training. Sometimes you just need to deprive them of everything and teach them every blessing is a gift their "owner" alone can give, right?

Gotta teach em manners and civility and to be grateful for the blessing of being owned. Cuz imagine if they weren't and they had to survive on your own? Imagine how awful freedom would be, (classic colonizer line).

How dangerous to be on your own, unowned. Could you imagine how much worse the next person would be? Being owned by a nice colonizer is salvation. And you should be lucky because some colonizers... Well the way they treat their property is unthinkable isn't it?

Like what they said to natives after we were upset at being thrust from our land and onto reservations. At least they gave us land, right? According to colonizers it's them we have to thank for electricity and having a pot to piss in anyway. They could've just killed us.

They say the same about Palestinians now. And about prisoners. And they said it during slavery. And they've certainly said it to children who misbehave (act like a child). They say it about dogs. The earth.

Everything could be worse, though, right?

What ungrateful savages we are for not understanding how happy we should be just to be given the gift of the next breath by people who insist on seeing themselves as gods above us like they don't bleed the same color with the same ease as the rest of us.

And boy do they hate being reminded of that

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can i request headcandons of the spiderverse Boys with a shy nurse reader who is constantly tired? Being nurse and spider person is a physically and mentally demanding job and i think that would be nice see more spiderverse content, but if u don't want to make this request i understand

A/n: I’m sorry Most of these are either short cuz I didn’t know what to put for them or come across as a carbon copy of the other in due to me not knowing what to put there instead🤣

Miles sympathises with you wholeheartedly.

Trying to find a healthy balance between being a nurse -an intensive and highly demanding profession- and being a hero was definitely a challenge that had detrimental affects upon one’s mental and physical health.

Miles would affirm you with his words of praises and encouragement all the while holding you tightly, wilfully being your personal pillow/recharging station that often times he’d catch you fall asleep against him because his presence was that warm and comforting to you that it lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

Miles deeply admires your dedication to saving people not only as hero but also within the medical field. But he often does worry that you work yourself to the bone trying to find a way to perform both tasks without having them overlap one another.

There do come days where it all becomes a bit too much as your body grows sick and tired of your constant negligence and choose it’s way of rebelling by refusing you any sort of mobility of your limbs. Your mental state also tanks which only made your want to move even harder as you didn’t even have to willpower to make it so.

Miles would be a major source of comfort during these moments as he would remind you of all the achievements and accomplishments you’ve made during your tenure as both hero and Nurse. He’d probably have his music on as background noise whilst he’s taking the time and effort in making sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

Things he most often says are;

‘You have done so many amazing things and your only just getting started! How cool is that?!’

‘You’re an inspiration to not only the people you save on a daily basis but your also an inspiration to me as well that I even made art about you. Here, take a look!’

‘Don’t beat yourself up over this, you always get back up and hit them twice as hard because that’s what my y/n does, for my y/n ain’t no quitter, they’re a fighter.’

‘Bad days come to pass because the better ones always remain.’

‘Rest, I’ll take over from here.’

‘You’re not alone in this because I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be right here to catch you when you need me to.’

Pavitr would, If you let him, smother you in affection and cuddles but to the right amount so it doesn’t cross the border where it could potentially get annoying.

Which with Pav, it never does because his hugs and cuddles were the best and yet to be topped by anything or anyone because they are superior.

Plus they brought you warmth and comfort that you can’t help but bury yourself into his neck after a shit day in hopes of forgetting all about it as his hand rubs your back soothingly whilst also fighting the urge to just fall asleep then and there.

Also this lad would just spoil you with small gifts as to show his appreciation for you even though he does so quite eloquently enough with his words and his actions that this was merely the cherry on top.

Due to Pavitr being more able to read people then most, he’d notice the indicators within you that told him you weren’t feeling your best and he would make sure to take you to his favourite places within Mumbattan in hopes that it’ll help you by even just a little bit. After all he’s aware of the concept that fresh air and a change of pace were beneficial to a better mental health, and all he wants was for you to feel better, even if it was by a little that would mean a whole lot to him.

Hobie would want you to have a change of scenery from the hustle and bustle you subjugate yourself to on an daily basis to somewhere less noisy and loud within any aspect.

Sure it’s not his kind of scene but for you and how much work you put on yourself just to come home, looking as though any minute you were going to collapse? It was worth seeing you gradually become more relaxed and at peace to the point you fall asleep against his shoulder and he has to carry you back home.

again Hobie didn’t care since he knew how much sleep you missed out on and would not hesitate to get you a few days off if he feels as though you workplace was taking the piss out of you by thinking you were expendable.

He ain’t having none of that shit when it came to you.

Hobie wasn’t about to let you work yourself to the bone and not get a single thanks nor your flowers for busting your ass.

You tell him that it doesn’t bother you as you were doing what your job entails but Hobie more or less your backbone within these sorts of situations because he didn’t want you being taken advantage of just because you were ‘hard working.’ Not to say you aren’t but Hobie was more then well aware that this was often the excuse given when some shit stain wanted to offload their work onto someone else for personal gain.

It was always the ones who worked the least or didn’t work at all that got the appraisal and the promotions.

So Hobie would always and I mean ALWAYS praise you for everything you’ve done for he doesn’t believe you hear it enough for his liking.

Also he’s great with advice so when the days were particularly rough, he’d probably drop a bit of sage advice in regards to any aspect that you were finding hard to cope with like; ‘while the aspiration to save everyone is admirable; it’s unrealistic. For you’re setting yourself up to traverse down a road where instead of pointing out the problem, you are made to believe that you are the problem. Instead of trying to save everyone, focus on saving one person at a time for that one person could be someone else’s everything.’

Being the absolute secret sweetheart that he is, Miguel would try and help take the weight off of your shoulders and make your life a whole lot more easier by performing small acts of service that he knows you’ll greatly appreciate.

Even if it was the minuscule things such as; making you your favourite beverage, setting up a relaxing bath/ shower. fluffing up the pillows, smoothing the creases out of the duvet, cooking your favourite food since you always tell him that one of the things you always loved coming home to was the smell of his cooking. Hell do it all if it made you happy.

Miguel defiantly pampers you on the days where you felt more fatigued from your dual jobs. He doesn’t want you to do anything for you’ve already done enough to warrant yourself some much needed rest.

He lives to serve his beloved and would reject your requests to help him by planting kisses to your lips until you ultimately accept his pampering with little to no complaint.

If you were in the spider society, he’d give you time off because he’s the boss and all and if you were to go against his request for you to take time for yourself, he’d threaten to double it even though he was seriously considering it with how obvious tightroping two jobs was negatively effecting you.

Miguel doesn’t want you to overwork yourself but will overwork himself…what a hypocrite.

Soft Miguel is only soft with you.

[forcefemprophet]

I’m a catgirl. I’m cute of course, but I’m also prideful. I’m very territorial over my subjects. If you mess with me then you’re in for a world of hurt. I’ve got everyone wrapped around my finger, and everyone likes it that way. My glare is fierce, and nobody can resist cracking under it and submitting to me.

But then, I heard that sound.

click good girl~

One of the people I was subjugated made this odd sound, and said those words. Still it didn’t feel bad, honestly it felt kinda good, so I let it slide.

I went over to her again. I wanted some stress relief and she was always quite obedient, always closing her eyes and grinning whenever I called her. She’d bark and lie on her back every time I did anything, exposing the collar on her neck with her name written across it. I guess it was some kinda submission pose. Either way she made a very willing plaything, always saying

“Good girls like me don’t use our minds, we just obey, cuz that’s what makes us feel all warm and fuzzy.”

However this time something was different. When I called her over, she bounded over towards me, barking all excitedly, but instead of lying at my feet, she jumped on me. Normally I would’ve cut down anyone who tried that with my claws, but I was surprised because I never expected it from her. I was going to throw her off and punish her, but I hesitated. It seemed she had something in mind.

She did. She pulled me into a deep, wet kiss, and before I could throw her off her paw pressed against my crotch. I froze. I didn’t know what was happening but it felt good. It felt right, being underneath her. My arms were wrapped around her but I couldn’t make myself throw her off, instead I held onto her and pulled her in.

click Awww, such a good girl~ click

I didn’t know what was happening, but I couldn’t make myself stop it. It felt so good, every time I built enough willpower to start pushing her away, I felt the searing pain of her absence, and fell back down into her, unable to resist the urge to pull her back in. More than that, with every time I pulled her back, I heard another beautiful sound.

That’s right, you need me. Such a good girl~ click

She pushed me down further, my back on the floor, desperately pulling her against me as she rubbed my crotch, her mouth still alternating between feeling every inch of my mouth, or praising my wonderful obedience. Her paw lifted off my crotch, and at first I protested, but was reminded to never doubt her. Her own crotch began to rub against mine, and my pleasure intensified tenfold. I couldn’t hold it anymore. As she moved her head back for another round of praise, a moan escaped my throat.

Mrrreow~

Everything stopped. My mind went wild. What’s going on? Why won’t she keep going? Did I do something wrong? Did I disappoint her? My fears were validated when I looked in her eyes. She looked down at me in disgust. I couldn’t bear it. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die, to carve out my stomach in a fatal apology for whatever mistake I made.

That’s not how good girls do it.

Her voice was cold and distant. I had to appease her. I had to return to where we were. I tried to think, but nothing came. My mind kept wandering back to the absence I felt all over me with her now gone. My mind failed me.

That’s it. I shouldn’t have been using my mind. After all,

Good girls like me don’t use our minds, we just obey, cuz that’s what makes us feel all warm and fuzzy.

I let go of my mind. I let go of all my thoughts, all my pride, all my territory.

“…”

With my now empty mind, something new bubbled up. I could feel my body changing, but thought nothing of it, because I had no thoughts. A new sound came from my mouth, but now rather than fail to hold it down, I succeeded in thrusting it outward.

Woof~

I had never seen such a big smile move across her face. Just seeing it brought me greater joy than I’d ever felt. Before I knew it her tongue was on my face again, but this time licking the top, rather than going in my mouth. The whole time she was returning barks back to me, coupled with a symphony of beautiful noise.

click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click

The noises filled me with elation like never before. My mind had no say anymore. My body propelled itself to ultimate salvation. I barked at every opportunity, and licked her face while she licked mine. Our crotches furiously rubbed against each other until our bliss reached its grand finale. While I layer in a motionless daze, she had some final purpose to fulfill. I heard a familiar, but slightly different sound.

Click~

I panted, barked, and wagged my tail on instinct, wishing to obey the sound, before then noticing where it came from. Around my neck was a brand new collar, with a brand new name on it.

“You don’t need that old name of yours. This one fits you much better. Now be a good girl and show your owner how much you appreciate her.”

“Woof~”

I’m a puppygirl. I’m cute of course, but I’m also loyal. I’m very territorial over my owner. If you mess with her then you’re in for a world of hurt. She’s got me wrapped around her finger, and I like it that way. Her gaze is entrancing, and nobody can resist cracking under it and submitting to her.

[leportraitducadavre]

I saw some Naruto stans say that it's not Naruto's fault that he projects onto people cuz Pain and Obito both projected onto him first and told him they were similar. Therefore Naruto just responds to them and tries to show he understands them to a degree and it's basic empathy - which sounds kinda wrong to me but I don't know why. Maybe it's cuz to me he seems to put himself on the higher moral ground as he chose to forgive his enemy and doesn't care about what causes their pain, he also seems to think that their pain is all the same but again Pain and Obito starts it first so I guess it's fair. Or maybe it's all just my bias, idk, what do u think about this?

I've wrote something on the matter before, so I'll copy it here:

To expect nothing but gratitude from a subjugated group when intervened/helped by a representative of the community that subjugated them in the first place (white people) is Hollywood-level nonsense. For instance, to believe that a third-world country will welcome with open arms the assistance of USA militia to “restore peace” when such a country was devastated economically by first-world international politics that forced their currencies to lower their value to keep the dollar and euro afloat is only possible in their cinematic productions. (...) Naruto is another prime example, he’s the Captain America/Santiago Maratea of the Narutoverse, the representation of the repressor that wants to help the repressed with what he considers they need, without actually listening to what they have to say and, furthermore, without questioning his nation/culture responsibility on the matter. The system ends up untouched because the actions of Konoha against minority groups and/or nations get solely linked to a person rather than the entire nationalist structure.  And let me add something here for good measure: Being part of a subjugated group does not automatically make you empathetic towards every subjugated group nor does exclude you from becoming/being an oppressor. (...) In this sense, Naruto is from a subjugated and minoritarian group (there are nine bijuus, so nine jinchurikis at most), yet he became the oppressor when he silenced other minorities to push his narrative. I have read people commenting on the issue: “Why do they ask for help if afterward, they will complain about it?!” And it's one thing to help and another thing to provide alms. The first one implies a relationship where both parties work as equals regardless of one of them being more equipped to provide assistance, while the other puts one of them in a position of moral, economic, and cultural superiority that ultimately ends up reproducing the system that put one above the other in the first place; forcing the subjugated to live off the goodwill of the subjugator. In that sense, Naruto made minorities absolutely dependent on him. He transformed himself into a necessity because it’s not about Konoha in itself but about Naruto in the Hokage’s seat; if he dies, nothing guarantees that minority groups will be safe from future governments because Naruto’s system depends on him and his wishes. People acknowledged him as he wanted because he forced them to; small nations are bound to watch him because their existence and/or survival depend on him. The idea of the white boy, the hero, is about control over those he helps and, more importantly, about the acknowledgment that should come for his actions. Good actions must have a reward, and that reward always translates to power: The acknowledgment of those he saves, who then put him on a pedestal and become dependent on him and, in the case of Naruto, the Hokage’s seat and the absolute and very real power that comes with it.  The white savior narrative still puts the idea of goodness and justice in white hands, it doesn’t question the oppressor/oppressed, superior/inferior dynamic because white people are still the ones with the power to determine what’s fair and what's not, what’s good or not, and most importantly, what justice actually means: If it's carried out by white people (particularly men), then is justice; if it's carried out by non-white people, then is violence and subversion.

Source

Within the military-political structure in which they communicate, there is no instance where two people belonging to the groups to which the aforementioned characters belong do not resemble each other. Naruto, Obito, and Nagato are people who, under the premise of a natural biological condition (Sharingan), an imposed nature (Kyuubi), or a geographical position (Ame), were repressed, used as a weapon at the disposal of the government and/or stripped of any human condition. In that sense, none of the three differ too much from other members of the shinobi forces, so their similarities are reflected in several, if not almost all, the members of such a system.

Obito and Nagato reflecting themselves in Naruto does not have to do with similarities beyond those mentioned since they are aware that they share such aspects with more than one individual; rather, they use such argument to deepen the logic of their actions.

The relevance of Naruto and the reason why they carry out such speech has little to do with him being a perfect reflection of both of them, but with him being the jinchuuriki of the strongest tailed beast [besides their interactions being a device used by Kishimoto to allow Naruto to change their minds]. Obito and Nagato use their experiences to connect with Naruto and explain their reasoning, while Naruto counteracts by arguing their actions under the premise of "I had it similar/worse, and I didn't become a traitor of the state therefore your response to oppression is out of proportion."

Naruto perceives injustice only when it’s similar to the one he lived (like Hinata or Lee), so he’s not someone who empathizes with everyone’s pain or tries to understand their motives:

Regarding Naruto’s characterization, antagonizing the "prodigy" notion is incredibly important to him, not because he (truly) denies the strength of those who are given the title, but because their existence denies him of the acknowledgment he seeks, as all his accomplishments are "overshadowed" by Neji and Sasuke's sole presence. Therefore being recognized (positively so) by their ninja skills (as such is the political and cultural importance of such aspects inside the Shinobi system) is, to him, the most important category when pointing out a person’s value.  To Naruto (and a big portion of the fandom) Neji is not considered a failure (unlike himself, Hinata, or Lee) therefore he somehow has an easier life despite being, in every other manner, oppressed by his family. This is a mindset that Konoha in itself teaches to its citizens as this dogma’s value rests on the fact that it guarantees the success and preservation of the status quo established. Therefore, for Will of Fire supporters,  Sasuke couldn’t be discriminated against because he was praised for his techniques/was popular, Neji might be a slave but he’s incredibly valuable to Konoha due to his strength, so there is some sort of “retribution”.  The problem with this mindset is that it diminishes valid criticisms as it downgrades minorities' arguments by pointing out the person's "worth" inside the overall structure: They're valuable for Konoha's militia as their power benefits them militarily, therefore this recognition discredits any other way they are politically, culturally or economically oppressed.

Source

He usually changes the subject when in front of someone oppressed by the system to return to his own experiences, for what he seeks is to generate empathy by putting himself as the bigger victim to downgrade the other’s response to such abuse. By comparing his story to others and by telling them that although he understands them, he condones their way of dealing with the trauma, he's questioning their status as victims, implying that their disproportionate reaction leads to nothing more than the repetition of the same "cycle of hate"; without realizing that the defense of that same system perpetuates violence against minorities.

In his mind, expanding such violence against those in power doesn't solve violence in itself, but he fails to give a permanent solution to the oppressed's conundrum. He encourages them to seek a resolve through dialogue, as he puts himself at the forefront of such an answer (becoming the representative of all oppressed) without understanding that such a path only guarantees minorities to keep suffering until a solution is reached through time.

[blueiight]

I was reading your tags to dre's published ask. Do you think while writing about these blood sucking monsters, Anne deliberately made one of them a former slave master? I mean the way this man during his mortal times had benefited by preying on the black race and the reflection of it in his fate where he is now in literal terms an entity who survives by preying on people? Or is it like twilight ( movies) where Jasper's past as a confederate soldeir is just dropped as if it's the most casual thing to shrug away.

( something is up with vampire media and all of them being connected to slave trade my god. Either it is a social commentary or people really do not have any self awarenesses?

i dont know about twilight book or movie to make a meaningful comparison to louis’s book counterpart. i wish i knew. and tbh, its hard to prescribe authorial intent on a dead woman who wrote a sprawling epic of 20+ books for 50 years , especially with shifting perspectives , namely pivoting away from louis to lestat as her MC bc of what fantasy/POV was more interesting to her. but i think in the first book there was some intention there, i cant just say how much. lestat wants to hunt the runaway slaves along the freniere plantation, and louis discourages him from doing it not out of compassion for enslaved people (which would be condescending and abysmal writing for a slaveowning character), but for his proximity to the freniere’s as fellow planters. ive talked about it a lot how its really interesting in the first 2 books that the american planter is created both literally + vampirically by the european aristocrat.. and theyre both parasitic beings in relation to the enslaved people, eventually draining them+ burning the plantation down. iwtv early book louis is resentful of lestat in part bc he thought lestat wanted his plantation, but when he learns who lestat is + where he came from, the power and will he has. hes far more genial to him. its a very dark book, and i think the fact that these characters are so vicious + melancholic is intentional on the authors part. i dont know how much race based chattel slavery is meaningfully explored from the perspective of the slaveowner, but book louis thinking of people in his captivity as fixtures, as creepy ‘things’ more proximate to the supernatural bc of their ‘african nature’ (that had yet to be ‘trained’ out of them) is a very probable, chilling, and haunting perspective of a former slaveowner to take even a hundred and some years removed from it. or if we take it as book louis immersing himself in his perspective @ the time. either way. and its pathetic when fans try to flatten book louis into ‘he was a good slaveowner’ cuz at that point theyre just conflating the movie with the book. i kinda joke that book louis is the vampire it girl bc he was such a terrible mortal LOL. im still indeterminate on the exact mode or purpose, or how much it was just about the aesthetic of gothic horror (re: the earth’s a savage garden). especially bc later books fixate on very discrete modes and metaphors of servitude/subjugation ‘being a slave to the blood’ is a recurring motif running antiparallel with the motif of ‘purifying the african/asian/foreign’ (through ‘admixture’ with the ‘european’) (s/o poacher bro gabi + talamasca bro dave ig) and in later works, theres the cycle of slavery through marius & armand.. marius, whos mother was a slave, purchases armand. chattel slavery took inspo from the romans in the idea of maternal based slave caste inheritance.. idk. idk. ive had very long rambly convos w ppl on here in the past (& im still a bit embarrased abt it) on this, but i think the reasons why fans dont rly get into it is cuz most ppl got into these books at a young age + was just into the cool lore or the queer shit and were able to handwave things as just aesthetic/era/quirky anne things etc. idk.

[gardensprincess]

I wrote a synopsis of the beginning of age of sigmar for a fren

I’m forcing you to read it now

In the beginning the world exploded

And magic brought back 8 entire flat earths each based on each kind of magic

Hysh: The realm (flat earth) of light

Ulgu: the realm of shadow

Chamon: the realm of metal

Ghur: the realm of beasts

Ghyran: the realm of life

Shyish: the realm of death

Aqshy: the realm of fire

Azyr: The realm of heaven

As well as the aetheric void and a bunch of other sub realms we can talk about later

After the world exploded a few funny friends were still kickin around somehow

One of which was Sigmar Heldenhammer, who for all intents and purposes is British Zeus. He hit his head on a rock and died kinda but woke up in azyr and thought “huh, I guess I should build a city” and so azyrheim was built, from here humans kinda appeared and started populating the other realms slowly through grueling pilgrimages called dawnbringer crusades, where they literally DRAG A FUCKING CITY ALONG A LEY LINE

In between Ulgu and Hysh, a few other gods were still hoppin about

Tyrion and Teclis, the twin gods of light

Malerion(formerly malekith), the god of shadows

And the only gods to canonically fuck: kurnoth and allarielle, the god of the hunt and the goddes of life

They were huddled around the sorta dead sorta captured body of the chaos god of excess, slaanesh, who ate all the elven souls from the world that exploded. Slaanesh didn’t do that tho that was Archaon, we’ll talk about him later. Anyway slaanesh ate all the elven souls cuz they were hungy and the elven gods didn’t like that, so they cut slaanesh open to retrieve the souls

But just before the do, malerions mortal mom, morathi, pops out of slaanesh and is immediately mad she’s not a god.

But they use her survival to help take out elven souls from the tummy of slaanesh

The first souls sucked and telcis hated them and was gonna kill them all but they fled to the depths of the seas and became the idoneth, the sea elves

After that malerion and morathi were like “you suck” and took a bunch of souls out and they become umbraneth, the dark elves

Morathi also took the opportunity to start slowly eating a bunch of souls herself to become a god, which we’ll get to in a few millennia

The other gods thought that was very rude and kept salvaging souls

Next came the kurnothi and sylvaneth, wild and wood elves (wood elves are mostly trees) which kurnoth and allarielle decided to take care of

Finally teclis and tyrion took out the last of what they could and made the lumineth, the high elves.

Back in not space there are a bunch of frogs and lizards in ships, they aren’t important yet

Meanwhile the dwarven gods get no lore except a few sentences, grungi is helping sigmar with a special project, and grimnyr fuxking exploded

During this time a bunch of cool stuff happens in the age of myth

But the good times can’t last and the gods of chaos figure out “oh hey, people are still alive???” So they break reality and start subjugating the mortal realms

Khorne, the blood god

Nurgle, the plague god

Tzeentch, the magic squid man

Slaanesh is still being help via her cock ring in ulgysh (I’m not kidding)

After a few billion years of this (not really) sigmar and grungi finish their special project and make the stormcast eternals to kill chaos, this is using souls stolen from nagash, the god of death and he’s all bad

Nagash and his most not loyal followers start fuckin with both chaos daemons and the other “good” guys and invent skeletons, ghosts, ghouls, and vampires

Meanwhile orks appear out of nowhere and there are goblins piloting majoras mask moons, there’s also rat men

Congratulations that’s the base knowledge. I’m so sorry I went too hard

[diejager]

I have so many ideas of angst with the thing I came up with, and my poor sibling has listened to almost all of it

~🧋

Subjugating your sibling to hearing you ramble.

Honestly, I do that with friends when I start having the biggest shit storm coming in, I spoke a bit with @yawnderu on discord and I swear, we were both gushing about big and burly men! I just love myself a big man, you know? Maybe leaning more towards a pudgy stomach than washboard abs cuz it’s softer to lay my head on😩

[transgenderer]

is taiwan a straightforward settler colony?

(in response to a question abt this from @max1461)

mostly yes! but its complicated. note that this is all based on wikipedia stuff so like. grain of salt

okay, so quick history of taiwan

~1300-1600s: han chinese start visiting taiwan, chinese mechants, fishermen, pirates do some trading there, pretty run of the mill nearby islands stuff.

1600s: briefly, netherlands and spain have colonies there. last <50 years. usual bad colonialism stuff. dutch encourage chinese immigration as workers. briefly, a chinese guy has an independent kingdom in taiwan. did some classic colonialism type stuff. only lasted for 20 years. tens of thousands of chinese ppl on taiwan, i think. actual control over most of taiwans territory very limited during this period, its mostly limited+coastal

1700-1800: qing now controls taiwan. as above, control limited and coastal. the qing forbid mainlanders from coming to taiwan, expel many already there. however, demand for manpower for farming means lots of illegal immigration. central govt is trying to minimize expansion

1800-1875: expansion continues, still gradual, mostly as result of local forces. less limited than before though

1875-1895: japan tries to invade, china freaks out, this is the first time we see the govt actively encouraging settlement and subjugation of aborigines, etc. colonization still weirdly slow, and weirdly unagressive. they didnt want to do war so they paid the chiefs. weird. gradual assimilation of aborigines in low-lying areas. population numbers: millions of chinese, hundreds of thousands of aborigines

1895-1945: japan gets ownership from china. as far as i can tell, japanese settlement of like 350k by 1945, majority left after 1945. some perfunctory attempts at japanizaiton that didnt do much. they were pretty repressive though, on both the chinese and aborigines.

after this its under kuomintang control, they bring over like 10% of the population. anyway

so like. big picture is nowadays taiwan is vast vast majority self reported han chinese. like 97%. and there was mass-displacement but this is not a typical settler colony! its weird, as settler colonies go. far less govt encouraged. its definitely settlement, violent settlement, but not normal colonization from the perspective of a state. its weird. very contentious how much intermarriage there was. some people want to claim there was a lot but probably not. there are far more indigenous people in taiwan than there were before the settlement, cuz population growth

[t4tpumpkinduo]

hello gm i just thinking abt age things dsmp style and well....

i've seen multiple people draw up their cq as like. 8-10 yrs older than cclingy and uhm. huh? huh? he's like. their slightly older peer 😭 both point blank and narratively

we have canon conformation that ccling are minors on account of the eyes that we have and the ears that we use. but if you wanna be difficult abt it the exile contract plainly states that cdrm wants to keep tommy in there 'until he's 18.'

which. uhm. first of all, hope he boils alive in a giant pot. secondly, that makes ctommy at THE VERY LEAST 17 at that point, logically younger. he never ages out of the exile contract. both ctommy and ceret confirm it took place over Multiple Months, and he must've not been in the age range to have that happen, as neither the conditioning + torture AND the subjugation of nlm are ever talked abt with having a nearby end in sight. (cdrm melt alive in boiling acid challenge. btw. )

anyways cq is likely 18-19 at the start of the dsmp because he talks abt having JUST gotten out of juvie. like this JUST happened. you don't say you JUST got out of smthing if it was 8 or 6 or 3 or even 2 yrs ago 😭 cuz it. Just Happened. what age do you need to be to age out of juvie. are you saying ccling were 10 yrs old in the beginning streams. cmon man.

on the topic of character ages, imo cschlatt my sweet lil princess is likely 21-ish bcs smplive is explicitly canon. how can he be a geezer when he and wilbur are canonical situationship, when he and connor are treated like peers. cclingy see him in the same admire box they see cwilb in like 😭 how would tht be possible if he was 93. and the geezer jokes are just jokes IN CANON. you guys are just ableist w no media literacy.

if anything i think it makes more sense for ppl to have hced cwilb as older but god forbid our blorbo be anything but the youngest possible age so h(i am forcibly removed off stage). anyways that said i Do think it makes sense for him to be 24ish. the smplive-isms mean he's likely still 3ish yrs older than schlatt and the way he acts is super. postgrad daddy issues burnout guy who can't get his anti psychotics filled. the narratives you understand. it makes sense for him to be young.

he does however have a whole ass old ass son tho? 😭 and i DON'T WANT TO HEAR 'ohhh what if fundy ages different what if he-' FUNDY DOESN'T. he confirms he's 22 in later streams and he's on equal standing w niki at the start who's like 18. he doesn't show any kind of rapid onset age growth on screen at all despite multiple years passing so WHY would that suddenly stop being a factor as soon as the cameras turn away. be serious.

(my hc abt that is cfundy got whisked away/went missing to vault hunters as a v v young toddler, [he knows who iskall is and is actively friendly w him, he even invites him to the dsmp!], and came back way older cuz time there works differently and it REALLY wasn't that long for cwilb maybe a couple horrible grief stricken years. and the gap and strain isn't smthing they're able to work through v well because. how can you be normal. abt any of that. yr dad coddles and talks down to you because he still sees you as his little boy because How Can't He but also yr a grown ass man and yr own person with yr own thoughts and wants and opinions. and yr still so deeply desperate his attention and his approval. he didn't raise you. and he loves these other kids way more than he could ever love you. let's kill ourselves over this btw.)

anyways idont really have a point to this i just like yapping ^__^ 👍ppl can have their own interpretations it's whatever do whatever who cares i don't begrudge that but like. idk it's v interesting how narrative age Does play a factor into sm things and the few clues left around fr character's canonisms are very fun to discover.

[raitrolling]

was thinking about chucklevoodoos earlier cuz while i dont enjoy writing subjugs at all i do like my Funky Fucked Up Mind Powers

glasya’s astral projection / dream walking ability is related to their dormant chucklevoodoos, which would have been the ability to trap trolls in their own worst nightmare. in their current state, they can warp the dreams belonging to those they astral project into, but instead it changes the dreamscape to match their own (aka Horrible Flesh Hell based on their own nightmares)

viltau and shirei presumably have their own dormant chucklevoodoos, but i havent thought too much about them. i had originally considered viltau’s to be emotion manipulation of some description (such as making trolls feel more excitable, but also more violent), but i think manipulation of the senses could be more interesting. maybe making trolls feel hunger cravings for certain things, or making non-food items smell irresistibly tasty. shirei ive got no fuckin clue lmao

lanthi is just an npc, but shes also the only troll of mine who is actually part of the cult. her chucklevoodoos allow her to implant and manipulate memories via suggestion. she uses this to insert herself into people’s lives by asking if they remember her from their childhood, and then uses that to gain their trust. because of course youd want to welcome an old childhood friend back into your life, wouldnt you?

belial (the trenchcoat guy i drew the other week) is a troll so old he actually predates chucklevoodoos being a Thing in canon - from what i could tell the concept was introduced in august 2011, but i’ve got sprites and doodles of him dating around june-july 2011. in his original concept he had psiionics that were constantly active and made anyone who spent prolonged amounts of time around him start to feel depressed. if i were to properly revisit him i think i would make his powers chucklevoodoos and have him be an ex-subjug. his voodoos would be either be emotion manipulation or emotional vampirism, and some circumstances forced him to overclock his powers until they just straight-up broke and now they affect him more than they affect other people (and then got ousted from the cult as a result). man literally out here weaponising sadness

[the-firebird69]

Billionaire ZEUS'S with her lady 🔥🥰❤️ #mensfashion #fashion #zeus #love ...

Out of all these businesses and machines and things and everything that he was involved in even clothing and watches and sneakers and shoes and jackets supercars he doesn't really have anything that's his mark on it he's a nobody in a sleaze ball in a low life and Terry she's been was doing a lot of the work and his zero company is from him and the Buell but this guy doesn't have a claim to anything he's just a stooge and he's really he's a monster kill us on people and others tonight was growing up and I knew this guy as Billy Hicks and Billy Hicks was a subjugated and beaten down person and it was because he's evil as hell and in a juvenile delinquent way as well and he spent a lot of time in prison his different characters when I was growing up he was in prison and most of people in westborough were not in prison and somehow this idiot got stuck to me and it started in stow Massachusetts and he knew about my coming and stuck to me like this unbearing unending parasite that he is it ever can now finally see and I put up with him for my whole life and my family and the clans were devastated by these idiotic parasites and what do they have they're sitting on the most important sites on Earth and they're doing nothing and where's the tech go it goes everywhere and he's worth something to someone who is he woryb something to... Oh us... Yeah that's right this piece of crap does the job that we need and takes all the hits even have it all those nukes cuz we need to use them when are we going to use Butterfingers we're going to use 50 cal on everybody when we can withstand the radiation I don't really understand why you can't get it this guy and his son they're fools and they're retards and they just do not have the faculty to understand what to do right or wrong here and they never did I don't know why you expected to know the rules or who expects them to remember them when as Billy Hicks he didn't know any rules I need to really care he wants to come in and suck and suck and suck and that's what they're doing and the outcome is horrible for them and they don't know it okay they're stupid listen s t u p i d they're stupid they're like he was very low it doesn't change when they change their appearance what size they are still as dumb as a rock

Here you can see he's trying to save me and he's trying to rub it in whatever he's rubbing and I don't know his girls and they're all affected and I don't want to be near them and they think they can do what they want and they're ridiculous as well and a lot of them are gross that's a little girl that's going to get eaten by the shark trust me they deserve it they're sitting here bothering me and they know that something can happen and they don't care and the trash they are trash for this realm they're not doing a job it's real this job is not a job to help the max it doesn't help them educating me about everything having me beat up everybody it's probably not the greatest and their dog s*** too these girls are not girls they're old witches and they're nasty and they drag me around in the mud and inspire other guys to threaten me I mean the guys and these ladies don't maybe their hoses they're horrible horrible horrible they just try and contaminate everything and it probably helps with all this stupid s*** in the grass and I don't understand so they're stupid talk you're dumb they are done with people okay you look around if these people even the max do you think someone's home they're sitting there the whole time in the store and elsewhere doing some sort of accident and threat the whole time I mean it's like living with dog meat these people are already gone and they don't know anything about what they're doing I don't know why people say they were educated you had some sort of system and you weren't using these people no you were and you were having them do certain things now they're sitting here being huge huge dead people that's what we're making them into it's quite simple it was extortion and is too simple it's too straightforward and you're being attacked globally then you Max are going to lose no matter what kind you are because of these retards giving you up and frankly I'm tired of hearing it and they keep saying it's me

Zues

We're all tired of hearing from you idiots this is disgustingly stupid and you want to make it worse for him and we hear it everyday now I'm going to get rid of you you're all dying and you don't care so I guess we have to get rid of all of you

Hera

We're moving out to do the job and we're going to ice them all I'm tired of this show they're sitting here waiting for the storm the only reason why they do anything is too avant-gard it's gross they don't have regular lives ever which means we should be able to move in and wipe out their areas and it's true I looked it up the Mac proper would sit around and have normal lives but you guys are sitting there fighting all the time it turns into your area and it's gone and like a year because of what you are you you are ungrateful disgusting losers just like they say they made a society and come by and you sat there and ruined it cuz you don't know how to do anything else that's why

Thor Freya

Olympus

Then they say they're fighting over it and our son and daughter say that's the biggest problem you have he said what it was supposed to do is said you're so trained to do it that you have no clue what you're even saying to wich people and you're saying it again. And now you don't get it you don't get what we're saying you go around fighting each other when you left alone and the area just appears and you do and you don't even think anything of losing territory well you are a bag of s*** morlok.

Thor Freya

It is so entrained they said they're arguing it and we're trying to explain usually in society you have a society without us in the Mac proper here and you guys were saying it years ago and it looks like John reavillard knows the effect of you being in an area with each other and he thinks he's shriking the whole world. Is it a few things like that when I said you're missing the whole thing still and you're a little kid and the max are doing what they want with you and they're taking advantage of you and not only that but they're abusing the living s*** out of you and it is funny you're threatening me and you're being very rude and hostile so I'm laughing because you're dying being a stupid idiot but I can't afford it so that's kind of try and tell you and you won't listen cuz you're a f****** idiot

Zues Hera

We're stupid but we're trying to listen he says we can f****** hard they're these holes are all over Earth with ships in them some of these ships are what you call fat and those are that's because what you're looking at is what you see in Warhammer the center of the ship is bigger and wider even bigger than your pictures it's because the shape helps to get through the cold and hot of space they're interstellar and that's because they're petrified wood now he says that last part and he said it before we don't seem to absorb it so we have to go look at it and he says we probably are near cesario he said three years ago there's a ship there well I went there and I couldn't find anything that's true I looked around followed him if I see where he goes and I don't get it so I'm trying to scan for it I found several objects it might be it so he says what about pine Island it looks like that Islands the shaped like a ship because the petrified Stone would do that and okay we're sitting right away

Dave

Olympus

[firecrackerhh]

Seeing someone be a fan of helluva boss and also post fucking SWERF and TERF talking points in other posts is like…bitch are you a fucking retard?

Like for fucks sake why tf do fucking weirdo conservatives (cuz frankly if you think that way, you’re a conservative) even like Viv’s stuff to begin with?

Like how can you be ok with messy gays but bitch about inclusive cute comics about non-binary and trans identities or cry about “duh liberals!!!” Or cry that men paying sex workers is “rape culture” as if every sex worker is being forced into it or some fucking horseshit.

I’m not saying I’m against discussions about this shit, I’m not saying there’s no nuance, but assuming every guy is automatically a rapist over consensual sex is fucking bullshit. That’s not nuance, that’s misandry.

You second wave feminist types have some shit to work through or something I stg.

Like for the love of god the cognitive dissonance is astounding, how can you even feed yourself, I’m surprised people like that like anything Viv creates.

Cognitive dissonance is a fascinating phenomenon truly.

For the record, I don’t tolerate that fucking SWERF/TERF shit, if you do that shit and you follow me you can frankly take a nice long walk off a short fucking pier, I don’t care, die mad about it.

If you’re a piece of shit to innocent people for no good fucking reason, you are frankly, vermin to me, I reiterate, you can fucking die mad about it.

And honestly, if you’re a TERF/SWERF, I don’t think you should be watching Viv’s stuff either, people like you just…frankly, you go against everything the show itself stands for, neither of Viv’s shows promote conservative values of any kind, and if you think they do…there’s not enough insults I can throw your way.

And if you’re a fucking “progressive” person who uses conservative talking points to try to make yourself look ‘better’ than the other left leaning people around you, you’re a fucking pick-me and it’s fucking pathetic.

If you think shitting on enby or trans identities or sex work or any other kind of “degenerate” behavior will make you look better in the eyes of conservatives…there’s not enough insults.

Conservatives will never like you, just cuz you’re the last person to die at the gas chamber doesn’t change the fact you’re in the fucking gas chamber!

How can I respect these people when they don’t even have respect for themselves?

I’m just keeping it real here, if left leaning people are “degenerate” because of the gays and sex work or whatever else, then hoo BOY conservatives are no fucking better.

Stg some conservatives practically wanna go back to the days of the Roman Empire, motherfucking Ancient Greece kinda bullshit, (I’m pretty sure going backwards to such an extent is also degeneracy tbh, if we’re going by the actual definition of the word,) and even then, they can’t fucking escape the gays or sex work, motherfucker do you not realize how fucking gay the Greeks and Roman’s were???? (Well, to the Greeks and Romans at the time, it wasn’t gay if you were a top)

Sex work, prostitution, whatever you call it, is considered “the oldest profession” for a reason! As if someone selling their body for sex is in any way different from how every day people sell their fucking bodies to their dead-end jobs or the fucking military, it’s all fucking capitalism baby and we’re the fucking currency!

Who cares about dollars and cents when it’s people that make the system work, monetary value is rather arbitrary to begin with imo, and it’ll be especially worthless if God forbid the nukes drop and kill us all. No people, no money,

Don’t even get me started on that retarded fucking 1950s ad campaign bullshit that conservatives are retarded enough to believe was in any way real and not purely fucking…well, advertising.

All conservatives really want is for everyone to be fucking subjugated under their fucking heel, so convinced they will be at the top of the hierarchy without realizing that, realistically, they would also be eating their fair share of shit, it’s not like every Roman citizen was a part of the Senate, not every white man in the 50s was fucking living it up in suburbia with a happy wife and 2 kids and a dog. (Never mind how many fucking tranqs those poor women probably had to take so they didn’t fucking off themselves or their husbands after they got an ass whooping for forgetting to smile or some retarded ass shit)

And if you’re a woman (or a minority in general tbh) and fucking drinking that Kool-Aid?

I reiterate, how on God’s green earth, heaven, and Lucifer’s infernal hell, could I possibly respect you if it’s obvious you don’t respect yourself?

If you honestly think life would be better for you…frankly I think you should be checked out, your delusions cause you nothing but suffering.

But hey, it ain’t my life, if you wanna be miserable, go ahead, just remember when reality knocks you the fuck out one day, I imagine very few people are going to have sympathy for you.

…I can’t stay on topic for shit can I?

Whatever, not like anything I said wasn’t truthful, I may be harsh, but it isn’t without good reason.

Some people make me wanna just…crawl into their brain so I can study it like an entomologist would study a bug.

Hell, sometimes I wish I could do that for myself just so I could know wtf my problem is Lmao.

🔥🧨~Firecracker out~🔥🧨

Also happy Pride month 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[trophyorachampionring]

can you do an Eddie Munson x fem alpha werewolf reader ? Reader was kicked out of her pack cuz she refused to be the mate of the pack leader, after that she arrives in Hawkins to start a new life, when she enters the school everybody looks at her because of her scars and tattoos, Eddie thinks she is hot and when she discovers that, she wants him to be her mate

Mate

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Eddie Munson x Female Alpha Werewolf Reader

Summary: After being exiled from your pack, you move to Hawkins to find a mate.

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Smoking, Making Out

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You were harshly pushed back by sharp claws that dug through your skin. Biting back the scream in the back of your throat, you focus on the gnawing pain across your body.

“Look at me.”

Your pack leader commands, staying in his human form but eyes glowing golden like yours. All the members of your pack were huddled together, focused on you. Some of your most loyal subjects feel the need to interfere. However, what you have done is a violation of your laws, a disgrace.

This is not the proper example an alpha should instill upon their pack.

There's blood dripping down your bruised face, the red liquid coating your lips, leaving a metallic taste in its wake. Your throat feels dry, but there’s still energy coursing through your veins that is only made stronger by the influence of the full moon. Radiating confidence, you spit at Theseus' face. “There. I’m looking at you.”

Theseus angrily connects his left fist with your cheek. “Foolish girl! Do you not realize the gravity of your actions?”

“I understand it just fine.” You shrug, tugging at the metal chains that attempt to hold you back from ripping his head off.

Theseus looks away from you to grab the scroll handed to him by the elders of your pack.

Shame to see it end this way. You were friends during the time you were pups. It didn't last long. Growing up and having to assume greater responsibilities meant ending childish concerns. This is where it’s come to.

For a second, you see his expression falter.

There was pity.

It disappears just as quickly as it came, his stare returning to the sharp ones everyone is accustomed to. The pack watches with bated breath, awaiting your judgment.

Theseus clears his throat.

“By the sacred laws forged by our ancestors, I, Theseus Whitlock, hereby sentence Alpha Y/n Y/l/n to temporary exile. She is kicked out of the pack and will be forbidden to enter our sacred grounds for 78 fortnights. She should secure a mate before her return. If she chooses to neglect this condition, she will be subjugated by the pack to mate with one of their choosing. Alpha L/n should come back at the time agreed upon by the pack. Failure to do so would result in permanent banishment or death.”

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“Miss? We’re here.”

Trying to blink away the sleep from your eyes, you hand the cab driver money. “Thank you.” You say to him, noting how raspy your voice sounds from the lack of use. Your pack was forbidden to speak to you, not giving you the chance to say goodbye to those who you would do anything for.

The driver helps you get your luggage out of the trunk despite your insistence that you could carry it yourself. As soon as you step away from the vehicle, the scorching heat of Indiana hits you, highlighting your toned arms, making you look like a vampire standing under the sun. Ironic since you’re a werewolf.

A sleeveless shirt might have been the wrong idea.

“Oh, you really didn’t have to, but thanks.” You get your luggage from the driver.

“It’s no problem. You seem new around town, might as well welcome you.”

You give a tight-lipped smile.

Once the car sped off to who knows where, you read the sign that says, “Hawkins, Indiana”.

“New start, here I am.”

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For the first few days that you settled in, you became the talk of the town. You know how Hawkins works by now.

Small town, big mouths.

Gossipers everywhere.

People don’t seem to like minding their own business.

Can’t a girl just do the best she can?

You’re here to move forward, maybe find yourself a mate. Though, you wouldn’t sweat about it too much. If your future here is bleak, you'll stay until the sun comes up and the sky becomes clear. You don’t like running unless it’s unavoidable.

Going to school seems like a normal thing for a nineteen-year-old to do, right?

You took a year off because it didn’t seem significant to you before yet here you are, willingly offering yourself up to be the center of attention. You glance at yourself in Hawkins High’s bathroom mirror. With your hair brushed properly, a band shirt, and jeans, you looked almost unrecognizable. Maybe it’s the start to three years accompanied by a good sense of style.

Scars litter your body like a map. You have three noticeable ones on your right cheek, your back, and your left arm while the rest you covered with tattoos with noteworthy context. Instantly, you feel the prying gazes of girls in the back of your skull.

“Got anything to say or are you just gonna stare all day?”

They look away in alarm.

You wipe off your hands using tissues situated beside the sink. “Don’t worry. I don’t bite.” You smile.

Okay, not necessarily correct.

First class of the day was tolerable.

Only downside: homework.

The second class was more interesting.

Mrs. Mackie loudly connects her hands together three times and the chattering students stop what they were doing to pay attention to her. In every school, there’s always that one teacher who everybody fears.

You lean sideways to speak to the boy beside you.

The boy has long, curly hair and is wearing a bored expression until he shows attentiveness to you more than the teacher in front of him. His eyes brighten, brows raised in query.

“Students seem scared of her. Can you tell me why?” You don’t miss the way he scans you up and down.

His eyes land to a tattoo exposed on your arm. He doesn’t comment on it. “Mackie beat a fifth grader because the kid made fun of her face. I believe her name was Addison. She never went to jail for it, but that was when she started to terrorize students.”

“What a bitch.” Grimacing, you shake your head at Mrs. Mackie. “I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself.

“Eddie Munson.”

“Co –”

Being so fascinated by Eddie, you don’t see Mrs. Mackie storm towards you, only detecting her irritation when stacks of books were slammed against your chair’s table. “Ms. L/n! I understand that you’re a new student, but you still need to listen in my class. If you don’t want to learn, get up and leave this room.”

“Trust me, I want to.” You roll your eyes at her. “So do the other human beings in here. They’re just scared of you because you’re a big old bitch.”

Upon watching the students’ chuckle, Mrs. Mackie raises a hand towards you, nose flaring.

Instinctively, you catch her hand before it makes contact to your face. She reminds you of Theseus. Anger bubbles up in your chest, threatening to come out.

“What are you –”

She yells in agony as you twist her wrist until you hear a bone snap. Mrs. Mackie drops to the ground, tears streaming down her face. “Help. G-get help.”

You smile sarcastically, passing over her body. “I’d rather leave like you suggested since I don’t feel like listening to your dumb lessons today.” You wave your hand at her as you walk through the teenagers whose eyes were as wide as their textbooks. They seem both impressed and anxious, having just witnessed what you’re capable of.

Using your peripheral vision, you see Eddie smirk. “Hot.” He says, face turning beet red after he registers that he said it out loud. The curly haired boy looks away, self-conscious all of the sudden.

It appears as if you found your mate.

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Eddie finds you when lunch starts, sitting in the corner of the cafeteria. By now, you’re already looking at him. He successfully makes it past the self-entitled jocks to speak to you, unknowingly fueling your confidence that he’ll agree to what you would soon offer.

“Hey.”

“Hi. Can I talk to you?” You ask.

His shoulders visibly relax, thanking his luck that you seem to like making the first move even if he was initially the one who started the conversation. “You’re already talking to me, sweetheart.” Eddie teases.

“No, I mean, in private.”

Eddie shrugs. “Oh, of course, yes.”

You gesture to the door with your head, leading the way outside the school grounds. The sunrays blind your vision for two seconds. “I’m never going to get used to the heat.” You mumble.

The boy laughs. “That’s Hawkins for you.”

Once you make it to the back of the school, you take out a cigarette from your pocket. “Light my cigarette.”

He fumbles around his leather jacket to retrieve the item needed for smoking, doing as told. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You bring the cigarette in between your lips, taking a long drag. When you finish, you extend your hand to him. “Wanna try?”

Eddie takes the cigarette from you, nodding.

This is when you notice his Hellfire Club shirt. “Tell me about that.” You point.

“This baby is what I wear for my D&D club. You know, Dungeons and Dragons.”

“I know what that is.”

“YOU DO?” He pretends to not act surprised since most people have asked him what D&D was whenever he mentions it, which made him make assumptions. But you’re not like them. That much is clear.

You nod, lifting your shirt to reveal a tattoo of the D&D dice. “Yep. Used to play it with my friends back at home.” When the memories resurface, you cover your body. “Do you believe in the supernatural, Eddie?”

Although Eddie takes note of the change in topic, he doesn’t overstep your boundaries, knowing that you would only tell him more if you want to.

“Kinda.”

“Werewolves? Vampires? Witches? All that stuff?”

“Given how cursed this town is, yeah.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “How would you react if I told you I am a werewolf?”

For the sake of jokes, Eddie plays along. “I’d run for the hills, assuming you’d bite me.”

“That’s more of a vampire thing. However, if you ask nicely, I could.”

You wink at him.

Another chuckle spills out from his mouth.

You would not mind having to hear that for the rest of your life.

Eddie’s scent invades your nostrils. He smells of nicotine and smoke. It’s addicting and it draws you more to him. You can’t put this off anymore. “I am a werewolf, Eddie Munson,” You close your eyes. When you open them again, they’re a different color contrasting to your y/e/c ones. The complexion almost drains from his face. “and I want you to be my mate.”

“I’m not British.”

It’s your turn to laugh. At least he didn’t run for the hills like he said he would. “You do know what a mate is?”

Eddie’s eyes flicker to your lips, dropping the cigarette in his hand while you move closer. “Yeah.” He doesn’t think he can utter more words when you’re right there in front of him, so gorgeous, an unstoppable force pulling him to you. He can’t stop his heart from palpitating, a fluttering sensation in his stomach.

It feels like the energy in his body is used solely to exist in your space and Eddie cannot manage to do anything else. He can’t function each second you are close. Is it possible to act this way for someone who you just met? Eddie has no answer to it but hopes to find one with you.

“Will you be my mate?”

Eddie inclines his head in record time. “Yes. Can I kiss you?”

Before he could do it himself, you connect your lips with Eddie’s, being painstakingly slow regardless of your natural instincts. Wanting to be gentle so as not to hurt him, you bring your hands up to his face. Eddie kisses back with vigor, the palm of your hands caressing his skin; acting like the world was in your hands.

In a way, it was.

Eddie’s hands settle themselves on your waist, pulling you closer together. You can taste the nicotine on his lips, making you assume you taste similarly close as well, having smoked the cigarette with him. Eventually, you turn him around, pinning him against the wall.

You pull away for a moment, seeing Eddie in a daze, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. “Are you aware of the process of becoming the mate of an Alpha?”

Eddie inches his face closer, his breath against your lips.

“Show me.”

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Notes: I thought the "I'm not British." joke was funny, okay?