#define your fucking terms losers

[saint-augustines-pears]

Actually, no, we should know what a woman is. If you’re going to challenge a term, you have to come up with a new definition. If we are going to have a rational conversation, all terms must be defined.

If woman doesn’t mean adult female human, what does it mean? If you’re getting defensive reading this, that’s a problem. You should be able to know what you’re arguing for. You should be able to tell people what you’re arguing for. Otherwise, what the fuck are you even doing? Why are you arguing about something that, if undefined, logically does not exist?

I would love for everyone to be happy. Delusion is not happiness. I need to know whether this is delusion or not.

[opinions-about-tiaras]

Were the Blackfyre Rebellions at all justified, in your opinion?

Excellent question!

I'm going to take a somewhat different tack than @racefortheironthrone has done in his own answer to this question here.

I'll put my cards on the table right at the beginning: fuck House Blackfyre. But you probably want a lot more than that. So first, lets define terms here:

For me, for a rebellion to be justified in the context of Westeros, you have to answer three questions.

First, what are the grievances of those rebelling? Two different actors in the same rebellion can have different grievances or no grievance at all; some are purely opportunistically venal. Someone raising rebellion against tyranny and oppression is justified; someone doing it to get paid or for power is not, even if they're taking part in the precise same uprising.

Second, how grounded in reality are these grievances, and what ability and responsibility do those holding them have to discern this?

Third, are these grievances sufficient to justify the war, wrack, and ruin caused by raising swords in rebellion against the Iron Throne?

So lets take these in order:

So let’s take the Blackfyre Rebellions in order:

First Blackfyre: I'm going to be blunt; there just isn't any there there.

The only way the First Blackyre could be at all justified is if those participants really, truly believed that Daemon was Aegon IV's eldest legitimate child and that Daeron II was the Dragonknight's bastard. That is the grievance they present to the kingdom at large; that Daeron has usurped the throne.

And that's a lie. That's a nakedly transparent, opportunistic lie, perpetrated by Daemon, Bittersteel, Daemon's children, and their sundry supporters. It is a grievance not grounded in reality. When you're predicating your entire rebellion, something that is going to soak the kingdom in blood, on a lie, you are probably not about to embark upon a justified course of action.

The actual grievance of Daemon Blackfyre and Bittersteel seems to have been "fuck you, we want the throne, and we're tough enough to take it, 'cos Daemon is the Conquerer come again and Daeron is a bookish loser."

So you have a terrible grievance that is nowhere near sufficient to justify the war it is going to cause.

Others who backed the black dragon were motivated by anti-Dornish animus, a feeling of resentment that as part of his deal to bring Dorne into the realm peacefully, Daeron II had given away too much, was showing them too much favor. The problem there is that even if this is true (and it doesn't appear to be; Daeron seems to have ruled fairly and with an even hand, which means someone hewing to this is bad at discerning reality) it does not, in my eyes, rise to the level of justifying rebellion, especially given the hypocrisy involved.

Aegon IV's reign was a carnival of misrule from stem to stern, and yet his lords remained loyal to him. For lords who bent the knee to Aegon IV without deciding he needed to be deposed in a war to suddenly declare that Daeron II is not just an incompetent, but SO incompetent, ruling so poorly, has served the realm so badly, that their oaths to him mean nothing makes me think "those lords are either liars, or so idiotic that it rises to a level rendering them unfit for their station rather than Daeron."

The First Blackfyre was not at all justified. It was an act of greedy, malicious usurpation from top to bottom. The very best people involved in it were people like Ser Eustace Osgrey... and Ser Eustace freely admits that he violated his oaths to the Iron Throne based more or less on vibes and on Daemon's rock-hard abs. If those are your best, what are your worst like?

Second Blackfyre: This one comes so close but doesn't quite make the mark.

The conditions abroad in the land at the time of the Second Blackfyre are absolutely sufficient for a justified rebellion. Bloodraven is ruling poorly while Aerys declines to rule at all and Maekar sulks at Summerhall. Bloodraven, in fact, is not only ruling poorly, but is abrogating all sorts of traditional freedoms, establishing to the best of his power a pre-modern police state, and most critical of all, he is not defending the Realm.

There is already a rebellion against the Iron Throne taking place at this time; Dagon Greyjoy has betrayed his oaths, placed himself outside of the King's Justice, and is making war upon Westeros. And the Iron Throne's response to this is... nothing. Neglect. They don't invest their Wardens of the North, South, and West with power and authority to deal with this. They don't dispatch Maekar to organize a counterstroke. They basically declare its a problem for the Lords Paramount and then do jack all.

ASOIAF has taught us one crucial, vital requirement that any who would seek to sit the Iron Throne must fulfill:

The king defends the kingdom. Or he is no king at all.

Aerys and Bloodraven are not fulfilling this most basic test of kingship.

So you have all the ingredients for an entirely justified rebellion.

There's only one problem here, which is that the ringleaders don't actually give a shit about any of this.

Some of their followers do, the hedge knights we see at the wedding, and of course people like Glendon Ball. They have legitimate grievances and if they were to raise their swords for the reasons enumerated above, that would absolutely be a justified rebellion.

The ringleaders, though? Well... almost to a man, they seem to basically be motivated by greed and resentment. To the extent they actually care about Bloodraven's misrule and the various problems plaguing Westeros, its only because that opens the way to the throne for them.

Gormon Peake doesn't give a shit that the ironborn are raiding up and down the kingdom and despoiling the land. What Gormon Peake gives a shit about is getting his castles back. Lord Butterwell is little better and is a coward to boot. Daemon is somewhat better than his mentors, but frankly he doesn't much seem to care either; he is courteous and chivalrous and even to an extent just, and under other circumstances might have made a good king... but his motivation to the throne isn't much deeper than "that throne is mine by rights." I have trouble believing in any more noble or altruistic motive than this.

So the Second Blackfyre rebellion could have been justified... but the actual rebellion we got wasn't, I don't think.

Third Blackfyre: This is basically the Second, but even less justified. Bloodraven has righted the ship of state by this point, but even if he hadn't, House Blackfyre, again, seems to have little more motivation for wanting the throne than "we wants it, precious." There is no indication of any better justification for it than that.

Fourth Blackfyre: Oddly, this might be the best-justified of all the Blackfyre Rebellions!

The end of the Third Blackfyre and the treatment of Aenys Blackfyre (the dude Bloodraven suckered to King's Landing and then murdered) involved shocking breaches of honor on the part of House Targaryen that they made zero attempt to apologize for or to make amends for. House Targaryen had, finally, at long last, provided House Blackfyre with both a legitimate grievance that is ALSO a grievance they care about. It is not at all unjustified to rise in rebellion against people who have proven repeatedly that even if you bend the knee, they're just going to thank you for making it that much easier to strike your head off.

The main issue here, though, in a practical sense, is that this grievance is a personal one between two families that not a lot of other folks are going to care about. This is a problem if you're the less-powerful family, which House Blackfyre is, by a LOT. By this point the "rebellion" is more in the nature of a private war, the royal equivalent of the Brackens and Blackwoods going at it.

The Fourth Blackfyre is very, very narrowly justified. However, its justified in the sense that this a legitimate feud between the two Houses (finally.) Its political justifications are... on somewhat less firm footing. Westeros has now gone through four supposedly illegitimate kings since the black dragon standard was raised, and Aegon V, critically, has the imprimatur of a Great Council.

That's important. The lords of Westeros collectively took counsel with one another and declared that Aegon V Targaryen would be their king. The Blackfyres can no longer claim that House Targaryen occupies its throne by dint of tyranny and force of arms while the lords of the realm sew black dragon banners and secretly toast the memory of Daemon. This political fact makes the larger rebellion harder to justify.

The War of the Ninepenny Kings: Ahahahahahahahaha. Not even a Blackfyre Rebellion, and I won't dignify it with the name!

At this point they're just brigands.

So yeah, those are the Blackfyre Rebellions. In my mind, the poisoned fruit of the first go-round corrupted the entire enterprise going forward; House Blackfyre's first rising was founded out of ambition, pride, greed, and resentment. It should come as no surprise that the fruit of this tree was not sweet.

[ihateliterature]

Just a reminder to not listen to aphobes about relationships, ever, because we can't win

If you're aro and want to be in a romantic relationship, you are just a faker that wants attention

If you are aro and want a strictly sexual relationship you are a cold hearted, unfeeling predator

If you're aspec and don't want a either a romantic or sexual relationship you are an ugly deranged loser virgin that nobody would have wanted anyway

If you are asexual and want a romantic relationship but not a sexual one you are selfish and torturing your partner, who is not actually happy with you and nothing you do could ever make them happy and such you are just a burden

If you are asexual and want a relationship that is both romantic and sexual then you are a contradictory asshole

If you are asexual and like sex with no strings attached you are leading people on and you are the worst person on earth for having sex with someone you are not attracted to just bc you like sex

If you try to redefine your relationships with already existing terms or new ones then you are a pathetic loser who overcomplicates shit or is trying to compensate because you are too broken to have the real thing

If you are sexually attractive or nice to people while claiming to not want a relationship then you are a hypocrite. You can't claim to not want a relationship while people are attracted to you. Preferably you must live your life inside a solid box and never interact with people so that your body (that you don't have much control over), your clothes (that can never be revealing or make you asthetically pleasing in any way even if you are wearing them for yourself and make you feel good) or your personality (that again, you have little control over) won't lead people on

See what I mean? We can't win. We can't participate in traditional romantic or sexual relationships but we can't not participate in them. We can't define different ones. And we can't be sexually or romantically attractive, even if that is completely outside of our power

So fuck them. Fuck the allos that are not also aspec and fuck amatonormativity. Live your life and manage your relationships as you see fit.

[elpublico]

Hello! I've been following you for a while and have been wanting to ask you: who exactly is this Federico Garcia Lorca, you seem to like him a lot and I was wondering if you might want to explain why you love him so much. Also why don't you like Salvador Dali (cause I think that has something to do with Lorca? lol) Anyway no pressure if you don't want to answer. I like your blog a lot, have a nice day! :)

first and foremost, thank you very much :-) <3 

ive written an absurd amount here, so uh tldr lorca is a spanish writer whose work i enjoy very much, i dont like dalí because of his support of facist systems and because he was an asshole plain and simple, and they are related in that they shared a weird intense homoerotic bond from roughly 1924-1929

and a more in depth explanation below should you care to read! warning it is quite literally 1.5k words. sorry

okay. let us begin

a very basic bio: federico garcía lorca was a spanish creative best known for his plays and poetry, though he was also a talented musician, draftsman, and theatrical director. he was born in 1898 and is considered part of the generación del 27, a loosely defined collection of spanish creatives and intellectuals interested in modernism emerging in the 1920s and 1930s. he was assassinated at by francoist forces at the start of the spanish civil war in 1936 due to his support of and connections to the republican government, leftist politics, and his somewhat public homosexuality. 

i have serious, academic answers for why i like him but also silly ones so i’ll start with the silly ones. he was a weird fucking guy. most modernists are weird guys but he’s weird in a unique and dare i say somewhat charming way. he played a game with his friends where he’d pretend to be dead and everyone would pretend to have a funeral for him. when he was a kid he play Catholic Mass and make his family cry during his sermons. he had a jesus complex and wrote a play about his jesus complex. weird guy i love studying his weird brain. also he was that fun type of 20th century homophobic homosexual that was like “guys relax im a cool homosexual i dont like drag” thats extremely easy and fun to ridicule (see: ode to walt whitman). this is especially bold of him since he has the world’s worst taste in men.

on a more serious note i do genuinely enjoy his poetry (and plays, but i’m not well-versed enough in theater to give an informed review), and i think its a particularly poignant and unique version of modernism. and it is both easy and fun to make fun of his loser ass homophobia, but i think generally his work portrays a far more nuanced and compelling depiction of struggling with internalized homophobia that what you see in “ode to walt whitman.” as i am interested in both modernism and queer art, he’s one of those touchstone creatives that forms the basis of this line of inquiry in my personal research interests. also, i think his drawings are severely underrated as examples of spanish modern art and in terms of the material culture of modernism and warrant more in depth scholarship than what currently exists, which is generally just as a coda to his written work.

this is something of a meta-reason, but something i’ve also become interested in as i learn more about lorca is the way in which he has become martyrized in historical and contemporary discussions. i mean like people really create Narratives out of this guy’s life. even as early as 1939 we have people like william carlos williams championing him as the martyr of the spanish civil war to galvanize support in the usa among the literary community (if anyone is interested in reading williams’s essay hit me up i have a pdf). ian gibson’s (lorca’s biographer and the guy who uncovered the details surrounding lorca’s assassination) biography is very much constructed as a narrative of an smoothed over and idealized character. i started thinking more seriously about this after watching the film bones of contention, where lorca is shown as patron saint of lgbt people oppressed under francos rule and of all those who killed during franco's rule. the director of the fundación lorca, who is his niece (great-niece?) expressed in this documentary that the family did not want his bones to be found and reburied, because there is such a strong symbolic connection to him amongst those still fighting for government recognition of the true devastation of facist rule. if they find his bones and rebury them with family, there is the concern that the government will use this as propaganda to suggest that they have dealt with all the repercussions of facism and will not diligently follow up with how fascist power is still a systematic issue. i don’t know if this makes sense, as i haven’t articulated this yet and i still don’t really know what to make of it. there’s just something about the loss of humanity here, that his family could not and cannot properly grieve him because in this horrific death he has become a symbol of resistance. and even as people use his image to delve into queer art and history and as facist resistance, there are also people working in the opposite direction, claiming him as like, a neutral historical presence that like, whether he would have wanted that or not, just isn’t true or even ethical when talking about him today. 

and as we talk about narratives i feel this is a good time to shift to dalí who is like The Narrative Guy. as mentioned previously, lorca and dalí were doing some type of gay shit for a little while there (what kind of gay shit is still up for debate). they met in madrid at the residencia de estudiantes, then became very close around 1925, when lorca first visited the dalí summer home in cadaqués. lorca visited again in 1927. they kept a regular correspondence, of which we have relatively few letters, esp those penned by lorca to dalí, and had a particularly fruitful artistic exchange in the years they were friends. lorca drew more (and exhibited his drawings in barcelona), and dalí wrote more. they shared symbols and had this sort of theoretical artistic dialogue through the analysis of saint sebastian. lorca’s head and references to lorca can be found in many of dalí’s paintings of the period, and lorca wrote his "ode to salvador dalí" (which unfortunately kind of slaps) some scholars even go as far as calling this dalí’s lorca period and lorca’s dalinian period.

in 1928 (i think?) luis buñuel (spanish filmmaker who was friends with both of them) begins to turn against lorca, supposedly because he found lorca’s work too traditional/conservative but also probably in large part also due to the fact that he was gay and that he was being gay with dalí. buñuel goes up to dalí, goes “hey i hate lorca don’t you hate lorca haha,” dalí pens this really critical and kind of rude letter to lorca saying his freshly published gypsy ballads was too traditional/conservative and he needed to be more modern etc etc it’s all very high school. dalí pulls away from lorca, goes to paris and collaborates with buñuel on un chien andalou and l’age d’or, lorca goes to new york, and they don’t see each other again until 1935 or 1936 i don’t remember the date. i guess now is as good a time as ever to say at this point in time dalí had ostensibly communist politics and affiliations, but going into late 30s/early 40s as he becomes more successful financially, he cozies up to the fascist franco regime and catholic church and other such institutions so he can live comfortably in spain. he espouses a lot of racist shit that (in my opinion) he only said to further his own career. later on in his life he does a lot of sketchy stuff relating to prints to earn a quick buck. so you know. i dont like him LOL

anyway to bring this back to lorca and narratives, dalí is understandably a key component in understanding the development of lorca’s work but a lot of what he’s said following lorca’s death just cannot be taken at face value. he claims lorca was entirely apolitical in his 1942 autobiography (obviously to make dalí’s own horrendous politics easier to swallow), and in a later interview he presented their relationship in a way that makes lorca look like a pining fool and kind of predatory. this has very clearly influenced lorca scholarship, though i think more and more people are looking at dalí’s comments more critically. in trying to manipulate his own self-image, dalí has had an insane influence over lorca’s narrative, which. grinds my gears.

i hate to end on dalí but i have no more to say lol. but at least i am spreading the word that dalí fucking sucks. gonna cite/link some shit here in the interest of transparency:

biographical details for both mostly pulled from my recollections of ian gibson’s biographies of the two (frederico garcía lorca: a life and the shameful life of salvador dalí) i will also say my understanding of dalí’s personal motives comes pretty much exclusively from gibson’s biography and its thesis, that dalí’s entire life revolved around masking and coping with his own personal sense of shame. very biased point of view but i don’t care enough about dalí to bother reading more about him. even just writing this post bummed me way the fuck out. too much dalí. i will also say i encourage everyone to NOT read gibson’s dalí biography, there’s a really transphobic section that violates the privacy of someone in dalí’s life. she’s a public figure and i’m sure it would not be hard to find speculation elsewhere, but you know. it’s just gross and all i can do is my best to prevent more people from speculating about this woman’s genitals

read a good article a while ago that sums up dalí’s racism but i can’t find it so here are some other articles providing more details, some of which i am only learning about now lol:

el pais: https://english.elpais.com/culture/2022-09-06/the-day-dali-invented-a-racist-religion.html

vice: https://www.vice.com/en/article/8qwp9v/its-really-surreal-how-salvador-dal-was-a-fascist-who-hit-women

if you are ever looking for a painfully mediocre period drama, i suggest little ashes in which robert pattinson plays dalí, making some of the most confusing acting choices of his entire career.

if you’re gonna read a lorca biography i suggest leslie stainton’s lorca: a dream of life. i haven’t read it all the way through, but it’s written more for a general audience than gibson’s hyper detailed version, and stainton isn’t afraid to point out tomfoolery on the part of lorca.

a selection of lorca poems:

fable and round of the three friends: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/623292/fable-and-round-of-the-three-friends/

ballad of the spanish civil guard: https://www.poesi.as/index214uk.htm

the guitar: https://poets.org/poem/guitar

if you made it this far i'm sorry

[dykeomania]

Mia please I need advice on how to build a roster or even start going on dates w other women in the first place like I swear I’m not a loser I just don’t know where to start. For context I’m a femme lesbian who likes butches/mascs ….any advice will be appreciated thank u kindly ……

okay i am so bad at answering asks but i'm gonna try to give you a rundown and tell you some stuff based off of my experience

so i'm like pretty feminine presenting i guess (i dress "comfortably," tomboyish, idk), would not say i lean strictly masculine in terms of how i present myself. i keep my options pretty open. uhhh, i'm american, so i use like. dating apps in america. i'm 20. waves my hands. yktv ok just some context.

dating apps are fun. get into dating apps. i like hinge because you can set your location to wherever you want and it's free and that been be super useful if you happen to live in a small town or any place that doesn't have a big lesbo community. pro is that you can set your location wherever you want (set it to mass or anywhere in the upper northeast, bitches are gay as fuck up here -- by like uvm, mount holyoke, downtown boston, or new york, pennsylvania too surprisingly). con is that you can set it to anywhere you want, and that might put you in a long-medium distance situation so be ready for that/mindful of that or just have a car.

i would say that hinge is also good because it learns your taste after a while. so if you only swipe on masculine presenting women, then it'll pick up on that after a while and begin to only show you women who are masculine presenting. pretty cool

going on dates, and flirting with women. im not gonna say too much here bc you said you're not a loser so i think you got it but generally speaking like, when it comes time and you've got a girl in your dms and let's say you're somewhat close, don't hold back. if you catch a vibe, you can be like heyyyy im gonna be in your cityyyy dadadada we should go for coffee. let's link, let's do something. or let them know, and be like we should do something, and let them make the plans. keep them held to that. and by this point like, definitely make sure that 1) you know this person is real obvi 2) you've exchanged #s /socials with them, or at least after you've agreed to go on a date -- this is a me thing, it makes things feel a little more set in stone for me personally. and do not just settle for casual hookups. some women will hit you up on some like, oh let's just link or makeout or come to my dorm, and if that's your jam, i would say go for it but i would also caution you. however, if you want more than that there are a hundred percent women who are more than willing to like, take you ice skating, take you on a picnic, go for a walk somewhere, etc. don't settle. be patient, but don't settle

and when it comes to dating generally speaking, define your boundaries. say what it is that you want, and honor that, and honor what the other person wants as well. things may change, but it's important to make sure that everyone is on a good playing field before you really delve into things past like, a first date. things can be casual still obviously after the second date, third date, what may have you, however, but again, good comunication is important so just make sure that y'all are on the same page even if it's just casual and you're feeling things out. like, are you exclusive? do you wanna be? if you're gonna kiss at the end of your dates, make sure you both know what that means, if anything at all? etc.

and i guess the last and perhaps the most unhelpful thing is like, just keep your options very broad in terms of where you're looking but i'd also encourage you to be careful. i met some girls on my roster through like, a social media app meant for college students that i downloaded bc of my school (yik yak, dead ass). people pop up from anywhere.

i hope this was helpful. i kinda wanna say more but im trying to find things to say and it is hard because i am so sleepy

[uwusillygirl]

Okay I mean this question with sincere curiosity and hope I am not being offensive -- how would you define "bimbo," because seeing you describe yourself as one is very surprising! Especially given the eloquence, intelligence, and work ethic it takes to write the way you do and present such nuanced dynamics.

i don’t mind talking about this!!! ur good!!! bimbo is mainly a term i use because i don’t have any other label i like! i sometimes feel (FOR ME PERSONALLY!!! OBVIOUSLY NOT FOR EVERYONE!!!!) a hunt for a label is a hunt to be palatable to a world that demands clarity on sexuality and gender. i just don’t have an interest in it anymore for myself. it makes me feel lost.

there is no label that makes me feel at home! i’m a slut who’s a hermit. i’m a loser who’s sexy. i’m a girl and a pervert. i yearn but also just wanna be nasty.

something about bimbo (and the notion of hyperfemininity in all it’s contradiction and political failings) just feels right. i just feel best when i got my acrylic talons on and am drinking a diet soda like a midwest mom.

and leaning into this has given me THE WORLD. confidence, the ability to publish work i’m proud of (here or otherwise), the ability to make strange, contradictory, “nonsensical” (read as: human), decisions around sex and gender and performance.

and to be clear, i do not buy into dumbing down shit about shit “for girls”. read your theory, know your rights, learn to write and express, know you contain MULTITUDES, and don’t let the dumb fuck at the bar thinks you owe him for buying your cheap shit martini (unless it’s fun sexy roleplay then omg i guess we should go to the bathroom 🥺).

[angelsaxis]

I don't think the advocates for mspec lesbianism or bi lesbianism are aware that lesbianism in itself already includes multiple genders like that is actually the standard, it's not "lesbianism is cis women w cis women" it's always been expansive and inclusive. I rarely even see cis dykes these days. To act otherwise and to say that if you're a lesbian who also like nonbinary people you're somehow also bisexual just shows you hardly even believe it's possible to be a nonbinary lesbian. And you'll get them saying "well this is how I define MY sexuality" but here's the thing you wouldn't have that biles or mspec definition without FORCIBLY REDEFINING lesbianism itself!! You making a new and needless subcategory means you think there's a particular definition of lesbian itself that needs to be specified or added onto. So if you think bi lesbian is women and nonbinary ppl then you think lesbianism is just women. Like lmfao

Because why the fuck did I see one of these mspec lesbians say "what the fuck is a trans lesbian" I'm actually fuming

And also not to sound petty as fuck but part of the reason why people find you niggas so annoying is because your terms don't even make sense. Bisexuality is generally understood to mean multi gender attraction inclusive of men, so yeah people's first reaction when they see bi lesbian is something contradictory as fuck. Mspec looks like men/male not multi, so people's first instinct is to read y'all as saying lesbians can be attracted to men. Which they can't be. And I've never once seen any of these losers actually explain their delusion while also defining these terms and how they supposedly fit into their construction of lesbianism. Just mess all around.

(by the way the same people who asked what TF a trans lesbian was also did believe that a lesbian is just a woman who only likes other women and they asked "when has it ever been anything else? When did we change it?" So that's why I can't take y'all seriously sorry 💀)

[redpillfuturist215]

*In response to white male liberal on Twitter

I’m reblogging this in response to, for lack of a better term, a white male liberal. I made a small update on my African American women are terrible mothers post to reflect this. Link

https://redpillfuturistpa.tumblr.com/post/679869154187182080/african-american-women-are-terrible-mothers-much

Every once in a while, a white dude tries to either

1 Define my blackness

2 Claim my criticism of black women is racist

To put it another way, he's saying I can't think for myself

Or in other words, he wants me to be a slave – refer to Malcolm X quote

1 Recent Yale study proves the left's racist outrage is an act of projection

https://www.glennbeck.com/glenn-beck/recent-yale-study-proves-the-lefts-racist-outrage-is-an-act-of-projection

The guy, apparently a blue pilled cuck, also says…

MGTOW’s are just male feminists

Actually, esp. given that male genital mutilation along justifies men killing every enemy of men and boys, all we’re doing is walking away – refer to Paul Elam screenshot

Feminists routinely call for the castration and genocide of males, especially straight white men

Excluding abortion, women are 3-4 times more likely than men to abuse and murder children, the victim being male the majority of the time. For black women it’s even higher

My views, based on how horrible my childhood was at the hands of the single black mother combined with all the similar experiences of other black men and statistics, are apparently ignorant, according to him

Newsflash, real men, esp. after 35-ish and if red pilled, don’t care what others think of them

I'm a leftist simply saying fuck off to society lol

I don't support anything Marxist. I also don't hate America. I actually risked my life for it, 6 years and 1 combat tour in the army with no regrets

MGTOW isn't "owning" anyone

Newsflash, MGTOW aren’t here to own anyone, we’re just here to put ourselves first and again we do not care about or need society’s approval

Everyone laughs at you, says the blue pilled guy

Woman – “I’m never getting married or having kids” – society, “You go girl!”

Man – same – society … is he gay, an incel, what a loser, is something wrong with him?

Real men don't need to embrace MGTOW because real women only go for real men

You can't find a real woman and earn her loyalty

Not wanting to risk losing your peace, sanity, freedom, livelihood, finances, children etc. to the average modern American woman and a gynocentric legal system is having “weak genes”

You’re racist, an incel and you hate black women blah blah blah

Dudes worse than a feminist

Nothing but infantile, emotional outbursts and insults without providing a single lick of evidence

Meanwhile…

Facts don’t care about feelings. Nor are they racist, sexist or whatever. They just are

MGTOW’s have absolutely no problem getting laid, if they want to. Many are in fact in relationships, married and/or have children. They just might seek love overseas. Feminists are the problem, not women

A woman telling it like it is, a happily married American anti-feminist woman who also protected her sons from genital mutilation by the way

MGTOW is the safest choice for men

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12QInvCZowU

Part 2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrWq5AEOpiY

2 Millions Of Men No Longer Want To Get Married, And You Can Thank The Government For That

https://www.eviemagazine.com/post/millions-of-men-no-longer-want-to-get-married-and-you-can-thank-the

3 Black women checking themselves, calling out others and defending black men – who he calls dimwits for telling the truth, circling back to my overall statement. White liberal men need to STFU and stop trying to tell us what to think

You BLACK women are embarrassing, I AGREE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pRMZ3l_9JU

Black woman says black men should avoid black women like the plague

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbwcVRYoH4k

And several screenshots, I have to reblog to add them. Link to part two here

https://redpillfuturistpa.tumblr.com/post/703381872434184192/part-two-more-screenshots-due-to-the-single-post

[incarnateirony]

I am BEGGING you to seek help. Stop pretending whatever it is you’ve made up about this 8Ball mess and who you supposedly are; your life is RIGHT THERE. It was incredibly easy for me to find your name, J******, and your legal family case out of Houston and you do not want others who don’t like you to find the same and spout off about how you’re generally talking nonsense. Seriously the case is out there, the *** reports, how you lived, your ****, everything. Please. Be careful.

sweetie

you knowing my legal name is

sad

like, thats you needing help.

guess what

it's not my legal name

you not knowing who the fuck bruce lattin is, is comical. like, i need you guys to get this.

those cps reports? By the way? Nice attempt to rustle up trauma. When I talk about having to shut my production down because of an ongoing domestic violence situation which long term involved adopting those kids out after the third time my blood was on the walls?

yeah. But you sure got me. with the shit i already explained to you guys openly years ago, but all that effort for nothing. good for you.

Here's the thing sweet cheeks. We aren't all lazy nobody bitches like you cunts. You don't get credit in life by bitch moaning your personal problems to your big brother.

go ahead and do it. walk up to demetria mckinney. ask who here 8ball lattin and jerry king are, you loser sack of shit. go ask beyonce you clueless, slimy, air wasting fucking sack. And when you realize your entire life is defined by being an ignorant cunt straight from the sources, go bury your account.

you're all fucking hot shit behind a keyboard as your lone attachment to life but you don't even have enough sand in your cunts to get the pride to ask them to their face.

you pissing your pants in denial because you have the brain consistency of fucking corkboard and think you can deny your way out of shit by rearranging facts of life you found on google years after I talked about it on main. Yeah I"m sure you got a real good grasp of the details, you empty, vacous cunt.

can't imagine being such a proudly ignorant cunt to say some shit about "making up some shit about a guy named 8ball" oh my god. did god forgot to fucking install your motherboard

hell you can fucking print this post out and fucking hand it to her, maybe it'll inspire her fucking next song about dumb motherfuckers after she laughs at you.

enjoy some of the music this guy produces for that you think doesn't exist over here https://ghost-of-bobby.tumblr.com/post/695959355455078400/8ball-ima-bust-a-cop-8ball-bullet-proof-lmao

[spartanxhunterx]

I'm curious, you're from the UK right? What are Chavs and Roadman? Like I see it often in tiktok but have no idea what it meant

Roadman? I’ve no idea, not heard that one before

However! Chavs is one I do know.

Think of it as like in the same vein as Fuckboy. A chav can usually be defined by being a mid-oldish teen who acts like a gangster and talks like “an’t that lit bruv.” “Swag” “oi that’s a bangers thinking mate.”

They also wear very loose clothing, like, trouser waist around their ankles loose. With backwards brimmed hats and similar clothing.

But it’s not restricted to just that. They’re the type to blow cigarette smoke in your face, are often sexist, homophobic and almost always consist of CisHet boys.

Most are sports oriented to the point of believing they’re the “king” of all sports.

The first time I heard the word was in 2013, and it was used by people my age to describe other people my age.

If I were to walk down the street and see a group of boys shouting loudly, smoking and wearing trashy clothes I’d think to myself “what a bunch of Chavs.”

It was, and still is, derogatory. An insult. Never used lightly.

However, meaning of words change and I cannot speak for how tiktok users use the word, today, they might be meaning something else by this point. They may be using it for it’s original meaning.

This is the one I know of, have used and will use. If you ever see a Chav, avoid and don’t make eye contact, they are as rabid as animals and by moving in groups they can and will attack anyone who looks at them wrong.

Groups often think they’re a street gang but would get their backs folded by real fighters.

9/10 times Chavs will not mature and will keep their shitty behaviour long into adulthood. They’re the type of “adult” to bail after getting someone pregnant and are probably responsible for a good portion of teen pregnancies that happen when they’re in school.

Sometimes with other people 2 or 3 years younger then them. They’re the ones that brag about “fucking 5 girls over the weekend and THEN fucking their girlfriend.”

When in reality they don’t have a girlfriend and they didn’t fuck anyone.

TLDR: Chav is a derogatory term for British Fuckboy losers who think they’re hot shit.

[thediscsystem]

Know your psyche sluts: a guide by Pepp

The Shady losers.

Ix: similar in appearance to the hat man. Defined in silhouette with near zero detail able to be discerned aside from said silhouette

Nobody: mostly undefined silhouette with not much in terms of features, but slightly more detail than Ix. We at least know this man has a face sometimes if he opens his mouth.

???: I don't know what the fuck this thing is, it doesn't talk but it has a definable shape and appearance and features. It's oddly fluffy. This was learned much against my will as it is touchy and affectionate.

[robbinggoodfellows]

@thespacecatgirl this one is nice and fluffy because I need something to make me happy rn so I don't explode with rage thinking about the rtc script rewrites-

ALSO I did like quite a bit of research so if i'm wrong about the distances in this I'll cry.

"Wanna do something stupid?" Russel asked, he figured Roman was going to say no, as he probably had some common sense, but instead Roman just shrugged. "I was thinking, we're off of school for a week and a few years back Charlie took me to this beach that was like a days drive away and we could just put gas in my car and fucking drive." Russel explained and Roman furrowed his brow, "Not to insult you, but I don't think I trust you to drive me anywhere." Roman said, making Russ laugh, "That being said, I will drive. I'll go borrow my moms car, you pack your things!" Roman seemed genuinely excited about this, almost running out of Russels dorm.

"Get in loser, we're going on a road trip." Roman said as he pushed open the passengers side door for Russel, "I've always wanted to say that..." Roman giggled. He fucking giggled. Russel knew that would keep him up at night, knew he would literally never stop thinking about how precious Roman was.

After a long, extremely boring day and a half of driving, the two boys pulled into Saskatchewan Beach, a nice lakeside beach town. They checked into a hotel and Russel immediately flopped down on the fluffy bed, waiting for Roman to sit down next to him.

"Can I ask you a question?" Russ was holding Romans hand, the two boys were walking down the beach, Roman picking up cool rocks he though Russ would enjoy. "Sure." Roman responded, not wanting to point out he had in fact already asked him a question. "What am I to you?" Russel asked, "I mean, we can be just friends and I'm fine with that but...I don't know. I just feel like maybe I don't think of you as a friend but I don't think of you as a crush either...? I love you but I'm not in love with you. Like when you laughed for the first time in front of me it made me so happy Roman but I just...I wanna know how you feel about me so I can reciprocate it." Russ had stopped walking now, he was staring at the ground, but he looked up and Roman was smiling just a bit.

"We are whatever you want us to be." Roman said, reaching out to hold Russels hand. "I don't think we necessarily need to define any terms for our relationship we can just be...us..." Roman smiled and jokingly bumped his forehead against Russels. Russ kiss Romans cheek gently, squeezing his hand a bit.

"Cool..." Roman said softly.

"Cool." Russ repeated

[bernielikewhoa]

Psychic Abilities and what it’s like by Bernziexox

It’s easy to tell people to get fucked. It is easy to know if someone near you is fake. It is easy to know when someone near you is being remote controlled or brainwashed dur to their brain activity not being intellectual. it is easy to see through the bullshit. it is easy to talk to your Soul Family and Soul Friends. It is easy to not feel like the common term of ‘alone’ because define that. My dad who I did often catch moments of him giving me genuine Psychic abilities advice or twin Flames advice recetly came to my house talking the bullshit I had been hearing  in the telepathy and been ign oring. “Nah I don’t listen to that bullshit.” I say. Cos I am psychich. And Witchy. I don’t listen to lies. It irritates me when people try to say them around me or near me cos I and my Telepathy and Mirco Tawx think they are pathetic and we discuss. Anyway, mydad came over here saying a phrase I had heard people- and I have to use the term ‘people’ as it is THE most common place term for such things that I do not understand- try to say to him in the 1970s, 1980s and alot in 1993. My dad has a footy career that losers with remote controlls have tried to make people think is not his. There is NO Wally Lewis. Wally Lewis is a Pedophile. Wally lewis Footy career is Brad h Scott. brad h Scott fought through the meddling in 1993 and had his second go at his YOUTH with being in the Debutante team for Coyboys 1995 footy team with my friend Nick Tassall’s dad, Brad Tassal. remote controls around then not hypnotizers tried to make people think other things but no you are a loser if you listen or agree with that part of Hillsong. Brad Scott IS a football athlete. Brad Scott DID NOT die in a car crash near the Burdekin it is Billy Slater. Billy Slater died due to being a Pretender. Billy Slater in 2006 had the opporunity to COME CLEAN about trying to do a wally Lewis and he DIDN’t.. That is Brad h Scott State of Origin Debut kick and try that is Worl famous, Not Billy Slater. Anyone encounter the zombie or holigram of Billy Slater and the guilt is there. Right on Q 24/09/2022 9:40 ‘Call me Out’ song playing on Youtube, THANK  YOU YOUTUBE, always so good and thank you TMZ and AFP and CIA and FBI and The P’s and DA P’s and the Dominos workers that say my dad is the footy legend brad Scott. And there is no pat rafter. That is Zac $4Star’s tennis career that Zac Forster used to honeydick the werld into liking SQUASH. And the list goes on. bernadine xox PYT music career- she wants the meddlers to go away so her mummy feels that berniexox can go back out in the werld again how she wants to. Not this Bullshit Camp Quality Shit. FFS. Berniexox Peninsula netball and long distance endurance running. Bernadeanxox has a singing career. Berniexox has a Twin Flame and bernziexox is an Eternal twin Flame, or Eternal Flame if you are In the Know. In 2016 I was accused of things on a human level and cleared of it as a meddling Old fossil nutcase was pretending to mental health I ahd been living at her house and that my parents had abused me and that due to all that what is involved in conservatorship. That cunt was like 80 years old, eyes rolliing all over the place just yuck! the lady assisting me at mental health had the old cunt removed from the room and was told not to go near me, benriexox . That fucking old cunt then went on a phone call spree to the police and losers drove around remote controlling police and my mum. Not my dad who was assisting me. The old cunt and people at the hospital kept saying a male’s name who isnot my Twin Flame. They kept saying the name Joshua Spina. I said that is not my Twin Flame.I was made to write that person’s name as my next of kin and my grandad and my two brothercousins and my twin flame and my dad were talking to me in telepathy and gave me a phone number which was different to the number the people at mental health were trying to force me to write. I was allowed to leave if I wrote Joshua Spina’s name as next of Kin. if I did not write Joshua Spina’s name as Next of kin the fat cunt Jon athan sed a van was going to come for me. i sed “Telepathy won’t let that.” And the AFP were all over it. red Flanalette Scientist had been talking to me for a little while that there may be a time I would have to do some more Psychic evaluation and in that moment AFP sed this is it, this will be Psychic Evaluation. Write that name, go home and have a male call and change it for you and you will agree. And that is that. Don’t use your phone yet but when you can call crimestoppers. I left the Innisfail District Hospital  and walked home. it was alot like the night after The Shire Hall, Innisfail, Burdekin in 2000 and 2001 and 1999 and 2006 and 2009. But less helicopters. I have a positive want in life and ignored the bullshit the badgerers were trying to do spiritually or with remotes or brainwashing as I always ignore them. they were doing their bullshit screaming shit and rarrr and all that annoying shit. Their human plans is what was fucked up. When I got to my grandad’s.it was chill. On the way home I had walked to the Cowboys field and the old cunt pulled up in the car and her and another fossil tried to get me into the car. I had already flipped the old cunt when the fossil ran at me. So they got me into the car and drove to grabndad’s. The nasty old cunt TL gotout fo the car and locked it and walked towards going inside. The old fossil that had sat in the backseat grabbed the top of my hair with both hands. She was screaming and carrying on and wasn like a Papua Fijian Zambie we all know they are pedos. The old cunt made a grab for my private parts with one hand and with her other hand it had a fistfull of my waiste length hair at the top of my head which i could hear tearing as I tried to get away form the pedo. The old cunt did not touch my private parts she could not, the action of her trying to got my leg and booted her with my foot in the head and the old cunts right eye popped out fo its head. The other nasty cunt that had left me in the car walked back to the car and unlocked it. That was it for me with that perosn. So disgusting to try and contribute to that. Berniexox, me, got out of the car and ran inside to her grandad. It was chill. The old woman cunt with the popped out eye called the police. the police came and sed they were looking for my cousin. And they would go to his house if I didn’t go with them. the AFP tried to reassure me that some of those officers were good and the bad ones would get sorted out and that The Queensland Police needed to know who was bad and I sed I was nup for the challange. my dog would be fine. I would look after him from wherever I was. I kept asking the black haired officer if this was about psychich abilities as I saw his list. it was people I was related to or knew. And were part of my berniexox Project 4:20 campaign which is a few things. We had been dodging kiddie snatchers for years since little kids. i knew proserpine. The list was all kids that also dodged kiddie snatchers grown up. As we are sentients and or Twin flames and or ALIENS AF and or Psychic abilities.. I did not want them to go near my cousinbrothers so i sed I would go and the police officers and grandad reassured me that Andy pansy would be fine.  

[alexjcrowley]

A thought on Succession and how Logan influenced his kids' behaviour (I'd personally used the term "abused", but alright).

In episode 1x03, we see Shiv and Tom discussing their pre-nuptial arrangement. Tom is eager to sign it, but Shiv insists Tom makes his lawyer have a look at it. Which would only be fair, it's very naive of Tom to sign a contract without even wanting to look it, even if he's madly in love with Shiv. She also states that it is not the basis of a healthy relationship to simply comply with whathever the partner says (ironically, because she is pushing Tom to make his lawyers look at the pre-nup when he said he doesn't want to).

As I said, this would only be fair and logical. She has some requests, she wants to check if they're alright with Tom, we are lead to think she doesn't want Tom to eventually find out there are parts of the arrangement he doesn't agree too.

That is until, later in the episode, we find out that the pre-nup is, on Tom's part, "unconscionable".

That Shiv would make an unconscionable pre-nup for Tom, trying to screw him over, is understandable. What fails logical reasoning is why would she insist Tom has a lawyer have a look at it.

Tom wanted to sign without even reading the papers, it was a perfect occasion for Shiv to get away with a shockingly profitable deal, so why does she insist for Tom to look at it? Giving him the opportunity to realise he's being screwed over and therefore to try to make amendments to the pre-nup?

I don't think this is because Shiv is some sort of sadistic monster who enjoys the view of a humialited Tom.

Follow my reasoning.

In episode 1x08, just at the beginning, we see Logan and Roman discussing the local TV deal. It's already a very good deal on Logan's part, but what does he do? He asks to buy the local TVs for even a lower price, a price that Roman defines as "insulting".

I'll report that dialogue:

Roman: Uh, it's a good price.

Logan: What the fuck's going on? He's selling me things I want at a fair price? So, what's next? Fellatio?

Roman: I think he just wants out, fast.

Logan: If he does, we fuck him.

Roman: I think we did just fuck him.

Logan: He's smiling.

Gerri: It's no good if he's smiling.

Roman: Well, objectively, I mean, if we get what we want and he gets what he wants-

Logan: You screw them out. You chisel them out. You fuckin' hurt 'em. And then you watch them squeal.

It seems that in Logan's perspective the possibility of a fair deal is non-existent, there's always a winner and a loser, one that screws the other over and one who gets screwed.

That's the same logic Shiv applies to the pre-nup. There's always a winner (Shiv) and a loser (Tom). That's how the game is played. And as much as, of course, she wants to win, she is inviting Tom to play, because that's how she thinks it works, with every deal, every relationship.

She could have easily have Tom sign the papers without him even glancing at them, win easily, but she insists in him taking part to the challenge. She wants him to fight, to try and screw her in some way, because that's what she has been used to.

She is disappointed when Tom says he doesn't care the pre-nup is unconscionable, she lights up again when she says she has been "Wamsgansed", because here it comes up again the thrill of the killer instinct, the thing she said Kendall, in the second episode, lacked.

But she has it, it's part of her.

Of course, Tom doesn't get it, it's clear. More precisely, he doesn't get why would she use it with him, in their relationship, especially because he always makes himself so vulnerable with her.

And the more vulnerable Tom makes himself when he's with Shiv to get her to lower her defenses around him, the harder she hits him, trying to get him to raise his.

And I do believe Logan's upbringing had a major part in this absolutely anti-social, twisted belief that in every kind of relationship between two or more people, you don't pursue your own profit as much as the other's misery.

Thanks for coming to my TEDtalk, I guess.

[youryanderedaddy]

Love Fuel

Summary: You were Jason’s first love before you broke his heart and rejected him. It’s all your fault that he can’t move on.

Tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, incel behavior, nice guy behavior, self - hatred, threats of non-con, implied non - con, implied masturbation, bullying based on appearance (not reader), deregatory language, kidnapping, misogyny, generalizations, stalking

this is a hot mess but its 1 am and i am tired, ik that incels are bad irl (obviously), but this is fiction and I kinda wanted to explore the dynamic and shit. 

Everyone used to call him JJ or The-Big-Jay back in high school. Well, most of the time his classmates weren’t really calling out to him or even talking to him, the names were whispered behind his back, after he had just passed the hallway, or on bad days - right to his face. The jocks, these dumb motherfuckers, would beat him up, mock him for whatever stupid reasons they had chosen to use as an excuse to torment the smaller and weaker. The popular girls would giggle like brainless bimbos as Kyle or Brad or any other football player stole his glasses or continuously punched him in the guts until he threw up all over the floor. Even the nerds, the kids at the bottom of the school hierarchy, messed with Jason from time to time when they wanted to feel the oh - so desired rush of power they so rarely managed to experience. 

Looking back, Jason could see why his classmates hated him so much - he was everything that society deemed as wrong and unattractive. He was thin, pale, “scrawny” as the others called him, on the shorter side, and on top of that the teen was terribly shy and introverted, never having the guts to stand up to his bullies or even tell someone about the abuse. The male spent most of his free time at home, playing hours upon hours of video games, watching anime and reading books he was simply too young to understand or look critically at. As he grew older, the man began to view the world as it trully was - a dark, miserable place that ate up sore losers like him. Men were primitive and foolish, which somehow managed to soften their faults. Women, on the other hand, were  calculative and manipulative, greedy and sinful. His whole life they had done nothing but reject him when he needed love and support the most. Of course, there were many other reason why the brunette detested the weaker sex. In his eyes women were evil two - faced sluts, showing off their bodies yet acting innocent and hurt once someone finally decided to use them for the only thing they were actually good for.

But you Jason hated the most. You reminded him that no matter how much he hated the outside world, he would always hate himself the most. He had to admit you were pretty, painfully so, with a perfect little body to match your looks and a sweet sugary smile that almost deceived him years ago. As much as the man regretted his weakness, he had fallen right into your trap at the time.

You weren’t the most popular girl, but you had your fair share of friends, all nice and loyal like puppies. You weren’t the smartest either, but unlike the other stupid giggling sluts you always tried to do your best. You were beautiful just like them but you were actually kind to the pathetic bullied kid no one else bothered to acknowledge even existed outside of being a punching bag. You always asked him whether he was alright and often took him to the infirmary when he looked paler and sicker than usual. You talked to him as if he was a normal human being and despite the initial doubt, Jason appreciated it. 

It was the last day of your senior year when the teen finally gained the courage to confess. He was shaking the whole time and by the end of his little speech there were small tears in the corner of his eye. You were the first girl the male cared about, the first one to show him kindness, to offer him friendship without asking for something in return. You were the only one who could make him feel deserving of love, worthy of affection. And then you took it all away in a matter of seconds.

“I am sorry, bud.” You had said that day after giving him a  half - hearted hug and an apologetic smile, that started to seem more and more like a mocking grin the longer the teen started at you. “I already have a boyfriend, but I am really flattered. I am sure that you will find a lovely girl once you start college.” You had added quickly, cheerfully, rubbing the salt all over his wounds, honey dripping from your plump red lips. He had wanted to kiss them, bruise them, bite them until your stupid lying mouth was filled with blood. Obviously you didn’t have a boyfriend or he would have known by now, he stalked your social media religiously after all. Even if you had one, he probably treated you like shit. And how could you even suggest him finding another woman? As if he wanted any of the stupid money - grabbing sluts out there. As if some of them could replace you.

The boy was too furious to form a proper response besides “Fuck you, bitch”. His cheeks turned red and he didn’t realise that the bitter words had escaped his lips before he could stop them, then his legs took him far away from that shithole of a school. He didn’t manage to see your reaction before running away but it didn’t matter anymore. You were just like the others. 

***

That day Jason swore to show you just how small and insignificant you had made him feel. He wanted to see you crumble, cry and beg for forgiveness, desperate for his love but never good enough to get it. The man formed a plan to change himself and come back for you once he had erased each and every trace of his past. The brunette came to terms with his terrible social anxiety and decided that he needed to gain social abilities more than anything. That’s why, as much as he dreamt of working from home as a boring programmer with an even more boring, but flexible working schelude, the male chose to study something that involved a lot more human interactions. The next step was to hit the gym for the first time and get a monthly subscription. It wasn’t hard to see that females nowadays liked brain - dead athletes with defined jawline and cheekbones, toned chests and strong muscled bodies, so if he wanted to impress you, he had to look his best. It wasn’t easy at first - it felt like everyone in the fitness salon had their eyes on his weak frame, laughing and pointing their fingers at his imperfections, but things gradually got better as time went on. The trainings became easier to get through and from time to time they even helped the man forget about his loneliness and nihilism. 

Jason soon returned to his old habbit of spending hours looking through your accounts - Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, he knew all of your usernames, each post, every picture and text. He couldn’t believe how much of a desperate attention whore you had become over the years. The male remembered you in your long brown skirts, cozy sweatshirts and pure-white shirts, all the gray buttons closed to the very top, blushing, laughing, smiling like the adorable Goody-two-shoes you were. Now you were smirking seductively in every photo, overconfident and vibrant, flaunting your tits for every man to see and wearing tight little dresses that barelly covered your ass combined with heels so high and sharp they could be used as a weapon. You were such a stupid slut it was disgusting, and he couldn’t stop himself from jerking off every single time he saw your pretty little face on the screen. He wanted to cum down your throat so badly it was ridiculous, and even after knowing that you had probably already had hundreds of cocks shoved deep inside your pussy, the brunette still wished to see you split open on his, taking his lenght like a good little cocksleeve. 

***

The moment when he could see you again finally came. How many years had passed since graduation - five, ten, fifthteen? It hardly mattered. Jason was successful, at last. The male had his own business that was doing surprisingly well, there were some guys from the gym he could call friends and the best thing, he looked absolutely unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the tiny scrawny kid with quiet voice that everyone stepped over, he was now replaced by a strong capable man, determined to get what was rightfully his and his alone.

It wasn’t hard to find you since the brunette knew everything about you - where your job was, what time you finished, how long it took you to go home and what path you took. You lived alone and worked as a barista in a small local cafe even now that you had finished your studies in your dream faculty. Turns out the princess wasn’t so great and smart after all, having to resort to working a minimal - wage job day and night just to be able to pay her rent. Jason was absolutely delighted though, he loved your stupid dead - end job and your endless struggles to survive in the materialistic world honestly and fairly without selling yourself like a common whore. On one hand the male was happy that you had clung onto your last bit of innocence and on the other your pitiful lifestyle gave him the chance to snatch you away much easier. And that’s exactly what he did.

 ***

You woke up confused just like he had expected, bombarding him with questions, asking him who he was was, begging him to let you go, to at least explain what’s happening. You were so dumb, but God, you were still so pretty, if not prettier than before. You cried so beautifully when Jason told you you belonged to him now and you cried even more when he slammed his cold rough lips over yours in a deep wet kiss. You whimpered and whined while the male sucked on your lower lip and bit down, good, he wanted it to hurt. The stalker couldn’t wait to be inside you, he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

He climbed on top of you and pinned your wrists to the floor before tying them up with delicate red rope and tightening it. It wasn’t like the man was scared of you slipping away and hurting him, you were too weak and tiny to stand a chance against his years of power - lifting and muscle - training anyways, he just wanted you to be as uncomfortable and squirmish as possible. Your tormentor wished for you to be in worse pain than he had been during his youthful years, and he knew exactly what to do. Next thing you knew Jason had ripped your dress apart, leaving you vulnerable and exposed in just your plain old panties and bra. Cold shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air hit your naked flesh and you finally realized there wasn’t getting away from this. You had to stay there, limbs bound together, unable to move or fight back, the stranger’s hands caressing your neck before moving dangerously close to your clothed breasts. You felt so sick you were going to throw up for sure if your abductor didn’t step back so you decided to use your last resort.

“Jason, please stop!” You screamed out of the blue, forcing the brunette to freeze instantly at the use of his birth name. You had already called him a pervert and a psycho which didn’t seem to faze him, but the name clearly caught him off guard. This only seemed to prove your theory further - the man really was your former classmate, despite the only similarity between them being the dark distant look in his eyes. “I beg you, don’t hurt me!” You continued, hoping to at least buy yourself more time before the assault took place. 

He gulped loudly and stared at your quivering form. The impossible had happened, you had recognized him and now together with fear, there was also pity in your gaze, the one emotion your captor absolutely despised. You used to be the only one who pitied him, and even now that he was bigger, better and stronger than before, you still had the guts to pity him. It drove him insane but any attempt to hurt or touch you was fruitless now - your soft skin was suddenly burning his fingers like hellfire. 

“You must be thinking that I am a monster.” Jason started out dryly, chuckling bitterly, humorlessly even. He clenched his fists unconsciously and brought them to the floor in a fit of rage, missing your head by mere inches. Your heart was beating like crazy and you only hoped the mandman couldn’t hear it. “A freak.” The man spat out the word like it was a curse and for a split second his eyes softened before turning into two spinning torches. “Right?” You were sure that if looks could kill, his would have you dead by the end of the night so you quickly nodded your head no.

“You are lying to me again, pretty girl.” The brunette replied feisty, "pretty” rolling off his tongue like an insult. Then he broke into hoarse maniac laugher and lowered his head so his face leveled up with yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your tear - stained cheek. “When I am done with you, you wouldn’t be so pretty anymore, darling.” Your captor growled and attacked your neck, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. “You will see exaclty how ugly my love is.”

[cuddlesslut]

Beginnings

Chapter Ten of Home

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader, Hinata x fem reader

Summary: a glance back

Warnings: some NSFW elements in this chapter

AN / so it looks like the chapters are going to be shorter than before but that’s just because I can only keep my energy up for so long. I really do enjoy writing but it’s easier for me to write smaller chapters rather than like before. Also I know Suna hasn’t been as present I promise we will be getting more of him soon! UNEDITED SORRY

Part Nine: Closure

You collapsed onto your bed immediately after getting home from lunch with Atsumu and you haven’t moved for at least half an hour. Emotionally you were exhausted. Seeing him and thinking about him still caused a pang in your chest but that reunion was needed. You needed to start moving past him, that much you decided. He was your first love and he wounded you in a way that may never fully heal but now there’s two amazing guys trying to help you move forward.

You let a long grown rubbing your hands over your face. This were complicated enough when you were still coming to terms with your felling with Hinata. God he must be wondering what the hell is going with you leaving with his teammate. Maybe Bokuto and Sakusa have already started filling in the blanks for him. You could see those idiots snickering to themselves when you had encountered the group earlier. A soft smile graced your lips thinking of those two. You missed those two, and their constant bickering. You had become close to the the team over the years. Having hosted several victory parties at your and Atsumu’s shared home.

A small tear slipped down your cheek running down your face as you lay staring at the ceiling. Just another thing you had lost because of the setter. You released the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Shaking that thought from your mind it did no good to dwell on those things now. Thinking back to your favorite orange haired man you felt slightly nervous about having to explain everything to him. Sho is nowhere near as dumb as most think ,yes he tends to get a little over excited missing some details but he’s really quite clever, so he’s probably figured out most things. It’s not like he wasn’t aware of your past you had spilled that too him a lot quicker than you had planned. You can remember that moment clearly. It was the moment your feelings for Hinata had first started becoming deeper than you had intended, even though you denied them for a lot longer.

You stretched sitting up the soft cotton sheets falling your lap as you yawned searching searching the room for the familiar sight of Shoyo’s bright orange hair. You rose your brow at the lack of his presence. The small apartment was silent. Which made you draw the conclusion that he was not here, he’s to rambunctious to be home and not make any noise not that you minded. You had a clue where he could probably be and your suspicions were confirmed as you heard him enter through the front door. It surprised you the first morning it had happened but by now you are used to Hinata going for morning runs.

He stood in the door smile spreading across his face upon seeing you awake in this bed wearing only one of his old game shirts from Brazil. Your hair still a mess and the purple marks he left last night peaking out from the collar of the crew neck. It was certainly an amazing sight for him to come back to. He leaned against the door frame lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe some sweat from his face. Now it was your turn to appreciate the view. His abs and delicious v coming into sight. Grazing your eyes down to his workout shorts that fit nice and snug against his defined thighs. God his thighs were a blessing in and of themselves. After your quick glance you look back up to the eyes of the man in front of you.

“You know I’ll never understand how you can have the energy to go running in the morning after the nights we have,” you chuckle.

A wide grin sneaks his way to his face “ sorry I’m not the one who can barely walk in the morning,” he winks.

Your jaw drops at his cheeky comment. “ oh yeah we’ll have to change that,” you state smug unsure where all of this confidence came from. Although you weren’t expecting his response.

His eyebrow quirked at your insinuation, before smirking “ alright that can be arranged sometime soon!” He chuckled enthusiastically.

Your eyes widened the scenario playing in your mind quickly.

Hinata loved the shocked but curious expression painting your features. The next thing you new Sho had bolted from his spot jumping into the bed knocking you onto your back as he hovered over you. His hot breath tickled your neck his lips grazing your pulse before giving a nip. One hand had sneaked under the shirt you wore grasping onto your hip while the other kneaded your breast. Your breath grew shaky. He lowered his head to the valley between your breast before looking up to you. Peering at you through his orange waves that dangled in his face.

“You know I still have plenty of energy to take care of you,” he teased his voice dropping an octave. “ so baby tell where do you want me.”

“I want you,” you bite your lip looking at the sinful man in front of you. Your hand grips his chin pulling him up to you face to face, your eyes drop to his lips before returning to his darkened eyes. “In the shower, now get your sweaty ass off of me!” You push his Lunky body of off you before standing.

He groans looking over at you “tease!” He yells.

You turn back sticking your tongue out at him, “ go shower loser im going to make some coffee and breakfast,” you yelled over your shoulder as you headed to the kitchen. Hinata enjoyed the view of you walking away before sighing in defeat, he was really grimy from his run, plus he could use a cold shower right now.

———

You moved around his small kitchen with an air of familiarity. It was about a little over a month since your agreement of friends with benefits began. After fixing a small breakfast and some coffee Shoyo finally emerged fully dressed and cleaned. Taking a sip from his mug and surveying the food you had made. He smiled.

“Damn Y/N this looks amazing!” He smile his signature smile. “You know it surprise me how a girl like you is single!” He doesn’t sense the mistake he had made immediately. You had never talked about why you didn’t want to date before. Not feeling your tragic history with love was appropriate pillow talk. You froze at this statement. Unwanted thoughts and memories swirling in your mind. All of your insecurities starting to surface. Hinata noticed the shift in the air immediately. It was hard not to as your hands grabbed at the counter for some stability. Your eyes trained on the surface, voice caught in your throat. How do you respond to that.

If there’s one thing about Hinata that is certain it’s that’s he’s incredibly caring. He moved around the corner of the counter standing next to your side placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey Y/N are you okay! Was it something I said? I’m real sorry ya know!” You turn to him tears brimming in your eyes. He doesn’t speak again or ask you to just pulling you into him as you bury your face into his chest as you sob. He places a reassuring hand your back rubbing soothing circles onto your back hoping to help calm you.

It feels nice and it helps a lot more than you expected. Although guilt starts to build as you realize your crying in front of a man you only know through sex. God this is embarrassing. Before you can try to retreat. Sho navigates you to his sofa. After relaxing into the cushions you look up at him. While he’s trying to look calm and reassuring you can sense the worry in him.

He takes this moment to speak. “ you know you can talk to me Y/N I’ll listen to you about whatever you have going on, no judgment.” You sigh looking up at him. Looking up into his eyes you don’t know why you aren’t more hesitant but it honestly feels like you can tell him anything. And so you do. You tell him almost everything. Leaving out names and some of the more gory details. You tell him all about your heartache. And he sits and listens to you intently. Although he didn’t show it he was furious with how you had been treated. But he didn’t want to interrupt your venting. It felt really nice to actually talk to someone about everything and how you feel and Sho was amazingly supportive throughout the whole ordeal.

Wiping the mostly dried tears from your cheeks you gave Hinata a soft smile. “ thank you Shoyo I’m sorry I dropped all of this on you, it probably not what you signed up for.” You gave a nervous chuckle.

He returned your smile, looking at you earnestly, he gripped your shoulder gently making you look up at him. “Hey none of that non sense! You can always talk to me no matter what!” He smiled.

Your eyes shinned up at him with a forgotten emotion. “Really?” You questioned

His smile grew even bigger “Yeah! Absolutely! What are friends for!” He beamed!

Friends.... why did that word give you a pang in your chest.

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