#i reblogged that statement twice I believe

[sanyu-thewitch05]

I certainly didn’t see this being on my 2023 bingo card.

Edit: Ya’ll this meme above isn’t accurate anymore since other messages from the group came out. I made this meme when the first initial message came out.

The meme down below is more correct as to what’s probably happening with Ao3. Also wanted to say that despite the name of group, the people behind it are probably Russians.

Edit: July 11th, So Ao3 is back! Though the donation link is being attacked now. There’s also a second account on Twitter trying to impersonate Ao3.

[winggy-wanggy-doobledoo]

You actually believe that Israel will nuke Gaza? Like, for real? What drugs did your mom take while pregnant? What moonshine did she give you instead of formula? How many times were you dropped on your head?

A leader of the Isreali government made it a thought and option in people heads. It's a quote. This guy had called for one to wipe people out as a "last option." Such an option would wipe out and hurt more than just Palestinians. Figures you'd stay anon too. You're too afraid to catch a case. My mother, my schools, and people around me have told me genocide is bad for my whole life, but now that it's time to put thought to action you bitches want to pretend and hesitate.

This statement was made in November, and talks of it happening have spread quite far.

This shouldn't even have been made an option or brought up after seeing what it has done in previous wars. If we forget a threat that big, an option that dangerous with how casually it was thrown in, the big wigs in charge will do so without thinking twice about what would happen and who it will affect.

To anyone reading this:

I repost information I find to help spread awareness about what is going on. Please correct me if I make a mistake or if the information has been updated. I will gladly correct the mistake! But don't be a bitch in anons. the next time I find something like this I'm deleting the shit.

BUT YOU, dear Anon, im going to use you as an example.

The talk about the nuclear option made me angry, and I replied with what would happen if it stayed in consideration. I warned that it was something that we should make sure doesn't stay on the table, doesn't become reality because if it does, it will hurt us all. For that careless use of those specific words in that context, we should all keep a very, VERY close eye on the man that made that statement and the man that could put that statement into play.

This was my response and reaction to the post from 5 days ago about a headline that was written on such a topic. This is the only personal reblog addition I have done specifically about that, so this must be what you're talking about.

So, to answer your first question, Anonymous. Yes, I do believe that the people in power of isreal and their dangerous mentality would drop one on Gaza if they felt like it. They would do it, they would drop it on innocents and guilty alike with no regard for the health and safety of surrounding lands, peoples and quality of life.

Never trust people who bring it up as if they were flinging paper instead of a manmade sun. And I never will trust a government that keep them for 'just in case'. This includes isreals patreon, the United States of America, and others in close ties with them.

Anyways, stand for Palestinians. fuck anon, screw 'isreal' and chant the IOF's sins in their faces.

[mrsswaino]

west coast.

mob!frank castle x f!reader .

warnings : 18+ only, smut , the use of the word ‘panties’ twice, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), soft/service frank, public sex (on a balcony?), lemme know if im forgetting any??

i live for soft frank - sue me. (actually send sum to my inbox or i’m suing you) i think this is the longest thing i’ve posted??? 1.6k words??? that aside, this is inspired off the song west coast by lana del ray. i hope y’all like this cause i honestly am not sure - but also love it at the same time???  so flip a coin ig,,, not proofread. (likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated)

“it ain’ all bad out here, is it?” frank questions from behind, arms wrapping around your waist.

it’s odd to believe maybe frank was right - there can be an appeal to looking at new york. you just have to have the money to look over it all from the balcony of a penthouse.

but in spite, still all you say is “just got bored enough to come out here, is all.” 

and he’s turning you around to look at him.

“were thinkin’ ‘bout me, huh?” he questions, but it sounds a hell of a lot like a statement with a chuckle.

“it’s not funny - had me scared half to death earlier.” you state, swatting at his arms that don't leave your waist.

“really thought i was gonna stay somewhere i can’t see ya’ long?”

“you were in custod-” you begin being promptly cut off by frank.

“how many times i gotta tell ya’ not to worry ‘bout me? promised i had everythin’ under control, think i’d lie to ya’ sweetheart?”

“i was scare-” you start again, before being cut off again.

“m’right here, don’t gotta be scared. was barely there a few hours.”

the uncertain glance you give him, causes him to gain a slight frown. he cradles your jaw in his palm, a soft look in his eyes before laying a gentle kiss to your lips.

“i don’t plan on - i ain’ goin’ nowhere, alright? nothin’ i want more in the world then to be right here with ya’, sweetheart.”

“still missed you.”

“fuck - missed ya’ more.” he states sounding somewhat exasperated, buring his face into your neck.

“only because you were in a holding cell.” and he can’t help but chuckle at that.

frank offers a kiss to your neck before groaning into it a  “god, i love ya’.”

“do you really now, frankie?” you question.

“don’t believe me sweetheart?” he starts, letting a slight chuckle out “need m’to prove it to ya’?”

you let out a slight hum while thinking, “what if i do?”

“better watch that mouth of yours, could get ya’ in trouble.”

“you are trouble, castle” you quip back, before meeting your lips with his.

the kiss is needy, and when hands start to wander it doesn’t take long to become sloppy. the tug you give his hair doesn't go unretalitated, a rough grope to your tit follows and has you gasping against his lips.

“please” is all you can manage to muster out between breaths.

franks quick to cradle your jaw in his palm again, eyes meeting yours “please what, princess?”

“make love to me, frankie” you start, “prove you love me.”

“want m’to make ya’ feel good?” he questions, condescendingly yet somehow sweet, “tell ya’ how pretty ya’ look when i do?”

when all you manage is a pathetic whine and nod, he just smirks and continues on.

“hm? want m’to make love to ya’ right now, sweetheart?” frank starts, hand going between your thighs, “want the neighbors to see m’fuckin’ ya’ up here?”

with the way frank’s touching it you makes your skin hot, and the breeze doesn't do too much to cool you down. still, you offer another pathetic whine and nod. the gentle eyes and slight smirk stay, but you still know he’s dissatisfied with something.

“need words, baby. tell me.” he states, lifting your chin slightly.

“fuck frank - just touch me,” you stutter out, “please.”

and that’s all it takes for him to pin you against the glass. one of his hands hikes your dress up until his fingers meet the band of your panties. they part from your skin, only to meet it again with a slight snap. franks lips meet yours again, but they’re quick to leave. but seconds after they do, he’s dropping to his knees while pulling your panties down, and he’s lifting your thighs onto his shoulders.

“gonna give ya’ everythin’ ya’ need,” frank states assuringly, laying a kiss to one of your thighs “jus’ gotta lemme, alright?”

you offer a hum, and he offers “ya’ gonna lemme, baby?”

“for fucks sake fr-” you start, before a light slap meets your ass.

“gonna be a good girl and lemme take care of ya’, right, sweetheart?”

“yes. frankie, yes.” you dejectedly whisper out. 

you gain another kiss to your thigh out of approval. before you have a chance to ruin the agreement his tongues meeting your slit, and there’s a slight groan that leaves both of your lips when it does. the slow flicks of his tongue have you growing impatient, and you're sure he knows because before you even have a chance to complain you feel two fingers start to enter your cunt. the stretch has you letting out a slight whimper. frank shows his gratitude for the noise with making the flicks of his tongue, and pumps of his fingers more vigorous. your hands end up taking purchase on his hair. you find yourself trying to tug him impossibly closer to you by it, and you feel the vibration of the groan he lets out at the feeling.

you start rutting your hips against his face, and you’re honestly not too sure if it’s because it’s not enough or too much. but frank knows, he knows you’re about to make a mess on his face and fingers and he couldn’t be happier. he knows in the way your face scrunches up, in the way you tug his hair, in the way you buck your hips, in the way your cunt squeezes around his fingers.you cant even think of giving him a warning, so instead you’re throwing out pathetic cries of ‘thank you’s, and curses. you swear you can feel his smirk, but you’re too in euphoria to even feel embarrassed. and even once you push his head from in between your thighs because it’s all too much, his fingers dont stop pumping into your cunt.  he lets out a groan and you can see your slick and his spit falling from his mouth onto your overstimulated clit.

“now would ya’ look at that?” he mutters mainly to himself, “s’pretty.”

he lays a light kiss to your clit before taking his fingers out of your cunt. bringing you back to your feet, he readjusts your nightgown even knowing he’s just gonna scrunch it back up. 

once he begins stripping his clothes, you start to drop to your knees, before frank grabs your waist and pulls you back up, stating “said lemme take care of ya’, darlin’. don’t worry your pretty lil’ head ‘bout a thing.”

your legs are being wrapped around his bare waist, and your dress is on your waist again. the glass of the door back into the penthouse is cold against your exposed skin, but when frank starts teasing your clit with the head of his cock the discomfort is long forgotten. frank doesn't let you get out a beg or a plea before his lips are meeting yours. and you both capture the slight whimpers that fall from your mouths at the sensation of him fully entering and stretching you out. the grip he has on your waist tightens, and you nibble at his lip when he starts slowly thrusting into your still slightly sensitive cunt. 

“s’big frankie” is stuttered against his rough lips, and  there’s that cocky smirk back on his face.

“yea?” he questions with that condescending tone again, “ gonna make a mess on this big cock f’me, sweetheart?”

and you're not even thinking before stuttering out whatever words he wants to hear. clearly grateful for that fact, his finger begins making haphazard circles around your clit, and his thrusts speed up. you couldn't care less about whatever words were flowing from your lips if he was gonna fuck you like this. 

“s’pretty like this,” he mutters into your neck, “s’good t’me.”

and more thoughtless mumbles fall from your lips at the praise, and feeling he’s giving you. the mixture of your hot breath, moans, and sweat is nothing short of sinful. the sound of his thighs slapping against your is barely acknowledged, the noises coming from your mouths taking superiority. and you can feel everything becoming all too much again, and once again frank knows, and it does nothing but amp him up.

“feel good, baby? lettin’ me take care of that needy lil’ pussy of mine, huh?” when all you can do is pathetically nod, and hum at the question, he continues “gonna make a mess, baby? be a good girl f’me?”

you can’t help the pathetic nodding that continues, or mindless babbles that fall from your lips, and it seems he cant stop the praise falling from his. as your cunt tightens around his cock, you drag your nails down his back and he lets out a slight whimper at the sting. you feel him twitch inside you, and whatever warning he’s trying to give falls onto deaf ears, because you feel an all too familiar euphoria coming over you. and you’re giving him what you told him you would - a mess. with your shaking legs, and shaky voice you offer gratitude, even while tugging his hair and scraping your nails against his back.

“attagirl,” he moans out, “love you n’ this pretty pussy.”

he lays gentle kisses on your collarbone and neck while riding out both your highs, but while his thrusts slow, they don’t stop, and neither do the circles on your clit even once you have.

and you can’t help trying to push his hand away from you, “t’sensitive frankie-”

“nah,” he starts, laying a sloppy kiss to you lips, “think ya’ got a few more in ya’ f’me, baby.”

a/n : gif is basically spot on tbh. also,,,,, her cameo in the punisher?????

[usedtobecooler]

I've said it once and I'll say it a million times. No one knows what your friendly neighborhood smut writer is doing behind the scenes in real life!! Just because some people don't want to mix their fandom space with the horrific goings on in the world doesn't mean they are bad people that don't care about the genocide. I'm fully aware that it's a privilege for me to even be able to say that. To even have a fun fandom space while innocent people are dying. But wanting to have my small escape from the horrors does not make me a bad person. These people have no idea who we are and what kind of advocacy we do behind the scenes. I'm lucky to be smaller here, so people don't give a shit what I think for the most part. But I'm so sick of seeing bigger blogs be harassed to 'make a statement' or 'use their platform' to spread awareness. You Candy are obviously okay with mixing the two and I think that's fantastic for you and I'm so glad you could come back at that anon with receipts since they pretty much just wanted to bitch at you and didn't event take a second to scroll your blog. But I don't think you should be expected to and it makes me so angry to see people trying to come at you about it like there isn't already enough unnecessary hate in the world.

i think you’ve articulated this message beautifully. like you said, we are very privileged and in this situation we are incredibly lucky. i understand people wanting to protect their mental health and keep things away from what is considered a comfort zone, at the end of the day the atrocities we’re seeing following us into our fandom space can only act as a deterrent and make us no longer feel comfortable with logging on. and that is a privileged thing to say, and we are lucky to even have the option to turn off from it, but the way people feel is valid. like i said, this isn’t about me, but my mental health has dipped dramatically during my activism in this genocide, and not everybody is equipped to deal with that. for people to blindly dismiss that is truly awful.

at the same time, my blog is primarily a smut and fanfiction space. i do not feel comfortable with reading and writing about sex, then immediately reblogging pictures and videos of dead civilians and other atrocities. i believe there’s a time and a place where it’s better put, hence why i used the blackout to reblog on this account, and use my own personal accounts to post as much as i can. i find it distasteful to talk about dead children and in the next breath talk about having sex with fictional men, this is my own personal opinion.

i feel like this needs to be a reminder to people that they’re actively creating a parasocial relationship with strangers, where they think because they see us post once or twice a day they suddenly know everything about us and where we stand. at the end of the day we are all strangers who know nothing about others real lives, and it’s disturbing and frankly disappointing how quickly people will blanket others with a narrative to suit them. everybody needs to do better.

[fridayyy-13th]

THE "fanon is so much better then canon" REBLOG TAGS. WOULD U BE OKAY SHARING UR SASHA CHARACTERIZATION THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS THAT MADE ME SO EXCITED TO SEE..... . no worries if u'd prefer not to though or wouldn't be sure how to articulate all of that!!! im like that sometimes when there are just So many character thoughts so no worries either way :-]]] have a cozy day or nightttt btw

oh my goodness yes absolutely i would be okay sharing. Sasha's my girl!! i love her!!! and i will not stand for fanon's slander of my beloved.

a while back i made a post about the list i have of Various Sasha Observations from the episodes she appears in (tbh i still need to add stuff from MAG 039 to it...), but what's always struck me is just how full of character and life she is, even appearing in as few episodes as she did. she's curious, clever, snarky, pedantic, reckless, and cares for her friends so much. basically the opposite of the "braincell holder" archetype she's been assigned!! she faces monsters head-on twice to protect her friends, she learned about Martin's CV through her own snooping and kept that information to herself so he could keep his job, she seems really easy to talk to (in MAG 024, she manages to coax an amused tone out of Jon, who's in full prickly-boss-mode at this point in the series), and she's also just as clueless about archiving as the rest of the characters (see: the stapler incident. standard staples rust, i believe what she should have been doing to keep the loose statements together was putting them into individual folders? i'm not an archivist. but the idea Sasha would have been better at archiving is not true. she would have absolutely been a better Archivist though. in Jonah's eyes, at least. she's got Jon's lack of self-preservation and double the curiosity).

also just...as an arospec person i love projecting on her, honestly. aromantic!Sasha is a headcanon very dear to my heart; i'm particularly fond of queerplatonic interpretations of her and Tim's relationship. i'm also very fond of queerplatonic jonsasha! which is even harder to find!! i just love the ace/aro solidarity they could have. i've got fic WIPs that feature both those relationships in more spotlighted roles than they usually get, if only i could finish them...alas, i'm a notoriously slow writer. they'll get done eventually, i promise 😅

oh my GOD i almost forgot to mention just how often the other characters bring her up after her death!!! see, like, another thing about fanon is how often Sasha is sidelined, even when she's still alive, but Jon pauses for a heavy moment after Knowing she was killed by the Not!Them, and Martin repeatedly asks about her and her safety after "she" (the Not!Them) disappears, and Tim's downward spiral is accelerated by having lost another person dear to him to the Stranger. and even after her death, she's important to them. when Peter asks Jon "where are your friends, Archivist?" in 159, his first answer is "Tim and Sasha are dead," when his closest friend at the time is Daisy. this isn't even important to her characterization per se, but it's important to me that you know that she was so important to them. she was their friend!!! even though she was forgotten she was remembered as a friend!!!!!

...but uh, yeah. that's my thoughts, lol. Sasha James is the light of my life and fanon absolutely dropped the ball on her. fanon tends to drop the ball on most things but Sasha especially. God i love her so much. it's like my personal mission to get the fandom to care about her as much as i do.

[evilkitten3]

Hey, thanks for the reply! Also sorry for using comments instead of reblogging, I own only a blog with goofy fancomics and I don't want to mix plot discussions into it. I hope you don't mind. If you want, you can cite this whole reply in another post, but I'm ok with anything.

When it comes to narrator reliability, I go for "reliable unless proven otherwise" approach. I agree here, that picking Obito's statements was not the best way to prove things because he had been proved to talk nonsense before. On the other hand, with how few glimpses of Madara's PoV we have, they are consistent with Hashirama's tale except for VoTE fight where Madara intentionally tricked Hashirama about his goals and the outcome. So I'm going to consider Hashi mostly reliable, also because his account is the last one we get, so if Kishimoto planned it to be false, not showing Madara's contradicting PoV (or at least hinting at it, which we don't get either) would be plain bad writing (still doesn't give 100% certainty, but I'd take this over the "God of the gaps" approach).

Even if we don't consider the info on Izuna's dying words true, Hashirama says that Madara had claimed that Izuna had been killed by Senju (also states it as a reason for not being able to trust Senju enough to make a truce), and Madara later confirms that Izuna had been in fact killed by Tobirama (the "Tobirama pin cushion" scene in War Arc). Also, we were never given an explanation for Uchihas turning their backs on Madara other than

prolonging the war

Madara allegedly stealing Izuna's eyes. Both these things trace back to Izuna's death. One can try to give other reasons, but this would be entering headcanon territory at this point, so something that the reader wants to be true rather than something that the reader has actually been given.

As for Tobirama, he plays a way bigger role in his and Madara's paranoia than Madara, and his prejudice is largely ungrounded (however understandable because of his own traumas), but here are some things Madara did that could rile him up:

refusing truce for so long, stemming from Izuna's death (according to Hashirama)

pulling off the whole "it's either me or him" stuff twice (first one is when Tobirama calls Madara a lunatic, so this had started before the founding of Konoha): this also fits thematically with Izuna's death, because having no living brothers left would have put Hashirama and Madara in the same spot

attempting to nuke Konoha with Kurama (even if we assume that Madara didn't want to do it, he intentionally made this impression to lure out Hashirama, so Tobirama can't be blamed for believing it) which had been partially caused by Uchihas rejecting Madara which had been caused by… etc. Tobirama explicitly says that his persecution of Uchihas was to avoid the rise of another Madara, but this is Tobirama we are speaking of, so take this with a grain of salt. Also, through grooming Obito, Madara played a significant indirect role in Uchiha massacre, but I wouldn't necessarily consider it intentional on his side (we can't tell to what extent Obito was guided by "Madara's will"). So in the end, his actions do bear characteristics of a self-fulfilling prophecy, although I admit that it's debatable how much Uchiha opression could have been avoided without Madara fueling every bad stereotype, because the prejudice didn't start with him. No Obito and no Kurama attack could have at least remove a convenient pretext for the massacre from the story, but it's absolutely possible that Konoha elders would have found another one.

I'm not saying all of this to prove that Madara wouldn't have pursued IT with Izuna alive (in fact, it would be interesting to see BZ sway Madara without killing Izuna). My point is that there are too many factors that more or less directly trace back to Izuna's death to confidently state the opposite.

entirely fair! and don't worry, plenty of people prefer commenting for various reasons; no offense taken

honestly, i tend to be more or less the same, although i actually think hashirama's story was probably pretty solid; he doesn't try at all to make claims for the stuff he wasn't there for. he doesn't even say "madara was definitely standing outside the window" he says "tobirama looked out the window and i found a leaf that looked like the one madara looked at the village through"

having said that, from what i remember, at some point kishimoto did end up pressed for time, and that seriously affected the quality of his work (and... let's be honest, the war arc was never naruto's best writing. the war arc wishes it had what the wave arc had)

i think the reason we never heard hashirama's take on why madara's clan distanced itself from him is bc hashirama can't really,,,, comprehend that? like madara explicitly says "no one in my family likes me :(" and hashirama goes "i don't believe that" like he has any way of knowing XD

personally, i'm fairly certain that tobirama killed izuna, and i have no reason to think otherwise (i guess it's possible that black zetsu personally snuck an infection into his wound somehow just to make sure he kicked it and madara got his eyes, but like you said that'd just be headcanon territory, and also it kinda doesn't matter since neither madara nor hashirama would have any way of knowing that, so neither would we)

frankly i personally like the idea that tobirama was just scared shitless of madara, but it's also possible that he held a grudge over the whole "kill u or ur bro" thing. probably not the other stuff tbh, since tobirama never seemed all that invested in the idea of a village before it was founded (probably just. didn't think it could happen), and madara trying to nuke the village didn't happen until after he'd left, so while it may have affected tobirama's relationship with the other uchiha, it didn't really affect his relationship with madara.

obito's role in the massacre was,,,, really badly handled tbh. and also part of why i suspect that the original concept of "tobi" (from a meta perspective) was meant to be madara's ghost possessing obito's mostly dead corpse. madara had a reason to resent the uchiha clan (although i don't think the character we meet in the war arc would've done that, even if the character we met after tobi's "reveal" might have), but obito never really got one. there were fan theories, but not a lot of solid canon evidence. it might've happened, since both obito and madara were justifying everything they did with "well they'll all be fine when the infinite tsukuyomi kicks in, so whatever"

if you keep izuna alive and don't remove black zetsu from the equation, then it's less of a "would madara still do this" question and more of a "how long until black zetsu manages to cause izuna's death and lead madara to do this" question. zetsu needed madara to get the eternal mangekyou sharingan, after all. if it was possible to do that while keeping izuna alive then that'd certainly be interesting, but it's not something zetsu would particularly care to pursue, especially when izuna dying makes it much more likely that madara will take his eyes. but black zetsu is black zetsu, so i'm sure it could figure something out.

if you take out black zetsu entirely, then it's hard to say if madara would've come up with the eye of the moon plan on his own, but i do still think he would've seen the village as a failure and left in the end. like you said, it's hard to say for sure, though.

[nobody-for-sure]

Language Barrier (Important Notes II)

Ah shit, here we go again.

Though I find it quite unbelievable that I would have to make this announcement at all, evidently it's necessary for me to make a statement about it. So here we are.

This fanfic... now bear with me here... is mine. Therefore, you do not own it, or have the right to republish it in any way without my permission.

Crazy, isn't it? I almost thought that was common sense for a while there. But to someone, it was not. So let me make this abundantly clear: reposting (not to be confused with Tumblr's reblogging) my work is absolutely, unquestioningly prohibited. (Read: not allowed.) As is claiming it as your own, naturally.

It doesn't matter if you repost it with a different title, different username, or different platform. Fanfic readers rarely stick to a single platform - they're everywhere they can be, in hopes of consuming new content. Situations like this are going to be noticed, reported, and taken down, as someone's copy of my work has been... twice now.

(Being reported and called out by a number of people and getting DMCA'd once wasn’t enough to get the hint, apparently.)

Frankly, it's embarrassing to watch them frantically scramble around after being called out for their nonsense, having a pity party for supposedly being the victim of 'haters' (while simultaneously doxxing someone for simply telling the truth) and digging in their heels like a toddler. Some of the their prior behavior was truly appalling to me as well; for example, having the audacity to ask for writing recommendations from readers and saying they would give CREDIT, despite vehemently claiming the work thus far as their own.

Everyone knows who the story belongs to, and one only needs the obvious publishing date to prove it. (And of course, if that wasn't enough, they clearly don't know the code I used for the dialogue either.)

But I digress.

I will not be making such an announcement again. Needless to say, if I find that anyone attempts to plagiarize my work (a foolish move when my story's description clearly states where it's posted), there will be consequences.

To the people who report these things to the rightful owners, thank you for your diligence. Although the first report was enough to alert me, it's good to know there are many of you who would step up to do so. Content creators rely on people like you in order to thrive and keep creating, so needless to say, if anyone witnesses something like this is the future, I'd appreciate if you'd report it.

It also stands to reason that I would not update my story while a counterfeit is up (in this case, Dec 17-Feb 7... currently), so I apologize for the wait on that front. I do have plans for the rest of it, so although there may sometimes be a long wait between chapter releases, I do fully intend to finish this story...

...is what I'd like to say. However, if between questionable comments and blatant theft it becomes too much of a hassle, I won't. As I'm sure you know, I put a lot of work into this for free, which means the only reason to keep doing it is if I enjoy it. However, I'm not afraid of tossing it away and moving on with my life if it becomes too stressful. Though I always like to assume people aren't stupid enough to continue after a warning like this, you never know. Rest assured though that I will certainly notify you if this becomes the case.

In any event, with hopes that this situation is permanently resolved, I will be continuing to draft chapters now. However, my friends, consider this a warning: do not believe everything you read on the internet. Nor should you do anything unacceptable or unlawful, as you will likely be caught.

Or, in the spirit of our main character, for those in doubt: fuck around and find out.

[butchladymaria]

what is the lesbophobic joke post youknowwho reblogged ? or what was it about? /gen

Hey! Happy to clarify here. There were actually two posts; one being a meme and another being a serious post. I’ll put it under the cut with a content warning for lesbophobia, abuse discussion and transphobia.

To preface this: I am speaking from my experience as a lesbian when I say these statements are lesbophobic. If other people have different perspectives, that is 100% okay and I’m happy to discuss. I feel that this subject is slightly less cut and dry than the transphobia.

The above post has issues on multiple fronts. The oft-repeated lines of “being gay isn’t a personality trait” and lesbians being “groomed to hate men” are pretty egregious stereotypes. Lesbians are set up as an outgroup from “actual” bloodborne fans. In fact, this post was actually brought to my attention by another bloodborne blog who happens to be a lesbian, who was frustrated by the lesbophobia. Man-hating lesbian stereotypes are extremely harmful, and have been damaging our community for decades now. However, it is the context that this post was made in which makes me certain the lesbophobia is not incidental.

The aggressive transmisogyny (which k//tyahina has apparently reblogged other posts in agreement in agreement with from s//intmicolash) and lesbophobia are both, I hope, obvious. Assuming that these nebulous strawman group of fans which see Maria as nothing but a lesbian icon actually exist… who cares? Literally, who cares? It doesn’t hurt anyone. I know personally, that — yeah! Maria is a bit of a lesbian icon to me. Unapologetic masculinity and lesbianism go hand in hand for me, personally, and it’s been really encouraging to see that other lesbians feel the same way. Maybe it’s not a complex reading of the text if that is ALL someone sees in her, sure — but you personally disliking someone’s headcanon does not equal actual tangible harm. But of course, in their mind, it does — because she could be straight. So therefore, lesbian headcanons are ~woke cancer~.

S//intmicolash has chosen to single out lesbians as scapegoats for all the “woke cancer” in the bloodborne community, and k//tyahina is apparently willing to jump on that bandwagon too when it suits her. It’s something lesbians are unfortunately used to. I have been called a “man-hater” for simply stating that I headcanon a character as a lesbian on multiple occasions in the bloodborne community. I believe that in context the post is clearly lesbophobic, and it is irresponsible at best for people to reblog it without thinking twice about why they are so willing to scapegoat lesbians for things they don’t like about a fandom space.

Secondly, the serious post k//tyahina herself made:

It’s a lot to unpack, but I will sum it up like this: I am a lesbian who has had extremely abusive experiences with men whom I believed I was attracted to. I am still allowed to be a lesbian. This post does not reflect the real-world experiences of myself and many, many other lesbians.

Compulsive heterosexuality is a term which refers to the way that society aggressively manipulates lesbians into thinking that we have to be attracted to men to the point it is nearly a compulsive, even though we aren’t. Many times, when people headcanon a character as a lesbian, it is because they relate said character’s experience to their own struggles with comphet. To say that this means that we hate men is extremely lesbophobic, as the “man-hating lesbian” stereotype has done immense harm to the lesbian community for decades. Our experiences as lesbians do not make us man-haters.

The other huge issue I have with this post is the way it directly mirrors gold-star lesbian rhetoric. This is when someone is gatekept from calling themself a lesbian because they have had romantic or sexual involvement with men in the past. By this logic, lesbians who have struggled with comphet, lesbians who are survivors of corrective rape by men, lesbians who have been with a man and then realized that they had no feelings for him, etc are all not allowed to be lesbians. It falls directly in line with k//tyahina’s statement: those who are abused by men cannot be lesbians, those who have had past experiences with men cannot be lesbians, those who struggle with comphet cannot be lesbians.

A lesbian relating to a character who is abused by a man — as so many of us unfortunately are — and choosing to personally see them as a lesbian is not implying that sapphic relationships do not have the capacity to be toxic. It is not “erasing” their bad experiences at the hands of a man. It is not “antifeminist”. Not being attracted to men does not make their character “less deep”.

Equally, a lesbian struggling with comphet and abuse by men does not mean that they are “going gay” to escape said abuse because they think sapphic relationships can’t be abusive. A lesbian coming out does not make her experiences of abuse by men any less real or any less damaging. A lesbian coming out after struggling with comphet does not make them less of a human being, or less of a lesbian. A lesbian overcoming comphet and coming out is not “antifeminist.” That is literally just not how this works: not in reality, OR in fiction.

I don’t necessarily think that these are beliefs that k//tyahina absolutely holds, but they ARE extremely lesbophobic talking points that constantly come up and harm our community — and her post directly parallels all of them.

Now, it’s another issue entirely if a character is canonically bisexual — but k//tyahina specifically stipulated it is bad to headcanon ANY character that shows any attraction to men as a lesbian. (So… almost all female characters???)

I take great issue that k//tyahina seems to imply that the only reason anyone would see a character as a lesbian is for shipping purposes — as if lesbians can’t be complex humans with complex experiences of our sexuality outside of relationships. I also take great issue with k//tyahina’s apparent belief that lesbians cannot and do not experience abusive relationships with men. Both of these beliefs are objectively untrue. Ironically, it also betrays a belief on k//tyahina’s part that being a lesbian really is all sunshine and rainbows — because there is no reason for a lesbian to relate to a character’s struggles with abuse from men aside from shipping.

I agree that erasing a woman’s history with abuse from men does a disservice to her character and can at times even border on abuse apologism. But ALL women — regardless of their sexuality — can and are victimized by patriarchal abuse. To imply that lesbians are exempt somehow from that violence is absolutely lesbophobic. The number of times that I’ve been told that I somehow have it easy because I’m a lesbian, since I must be “exempt” from men choosing to be terrible, is honestly exhausting; and I feel that mentality is being once again reiterated here. Because I have been abused by men. Because many lesbians struggle for decades with compulsive heterosexuality. Because many lesbians face violence and corrective rape at the hands of men. If anything, lesbians are often uniquely vulnerable to violence from men because we are seen as women who aren’t accessible to them who need to be “fixed”.

I 100% believe that bisexual women are not “flawed” or “privileged” for being attracted to men. If a bisexual or straight woman is abused by a man, it is literally victim-blaming to say that it’s somehow their fault for dating men. Men are culpable for their own abusive behavior, period. However, the fact that k//tyahina is once again so quick to point to lesbians as a scapegoat for issues in fiction and fandom despite apparently knowing very little about our community and experiences is extremely disappointing. Just as with the joke at our expense and s//intmicolash’s other comment; lesbian perspectives in fandom are apparently problematic and bad, because there’s always the chance that the character in question could be attracted to men. Just as lesbian existence in the real world is erased and denied, because the person in question always could be attracted to men — if they only met the right guy, or gave him a chance, or tried it just once, and so on, and so forth, forever.

I’m not making this post to scrutinize k//tyahina’s character, but rather to clearly answer your question by evaluating the content of her publicly available statements. If anyone disagrees or has questions, especially other lesbians, feel free to chime in — my DMs are open.

[antigonies]

so everyone who agrees she was abused is "misinformed"? but supporting him on lies and out of context info is being "informed"? all the info is available from reputable sources, sites like cnn and such have been reporting the entire trial but only you who thinks he's innocent is right and informed? die lol

— Lol, all this because I reblogged a corrected version of a post that originally literally said “amber won her counter-claim so that literally means the jury went ‘well we pretty much believe you were abused by him but the REAL crime is publicly talking about it.’” And I reblogged a version of the post that literally stated that she only won part of her counterclaim, so this is factually not true. (I have now deleted it, because even that reblogged version jumped to conclusions about what the jury believed and when, and there is no factual way to know that, so I didn’t want to contribute to spread misinformation even in this. But here’s the post I reblogged, I’m not hiding anything).

 So, okay, let’s talk about the facts. The jury found Depp liable of 1 out of the 3 counts against him, agreeing that Waldman’s statement that “Amber and her friends spilled a little wine and roughed the place up, got their stories straight under the direction of a lawyer and publicist, and then placed a second call to 911” was defamatory, probably because Waldman was not there, he could not know, and it is unclear whether 911 was called twice or whether the second set of officers came by mistake because of the first call. It is a very specific statement about a very specific incident, and the corrected version of the post was merely trying to point out that the overall verdict, therefore, was not logically inconsistent, as some people are claiming. THAT’S ALL.

I didn’t even say I supported or believed JD, I just said that spreading misinformation is not helping anyone’s case. The fact that you jumped from someone saying “This particular statement about the verdict is not true, and that is easily verifiable” to “So everyone who agrees she was abused is actually misinformed?" just proves to me that your anger has nothing to do with me.

It literally serves no purpose to freak out about something that is not true. You want to have a fruitful conversation about this trial? Fine. You want to complain about the possible impact that social media had on the jurors’ decision? Let’s talk about the fact that someone introduced to the jurors, as EVIDENCE, the rise of the ‘JusticeForJohhnyDepp’ hashtag. You know who did that? Amber’s lawyers (why they thought it was a good idea, I will never understand). Oh, the Jury wasn’t sequestered? The reality is that this was probably the case because neither party wanted to pay for that. Yes, AH’s testimony had a lot of inconsistencies, which was not good for her case, but the bottom line is that a big part of Depp’s win is probably the fact that he had better experts (some of Heard’s experts were astoundingly bad) and better lawyers. You know what the reason for that is? Money. So let’s talk about that. Let’s talk about the huge role that money has in such a justice system, about how that could be changed.

Also, completely hilarious that you are trying to assert the moral high ground, on the matter of abuse no less, while sending verbal abuse and death wishes. For correcting a factual statement. Amazing work, just great activism. I swear some of you spend so much time on your little internet echo chambers that you have reduced people who even slightly disagree with you into caricatures of Bad Irredeemable People, so that engaging with them as actual human beings or trying to understand why they see things differently, so that you can convince them if need be, is out of the question. Because that is surely an effective way to further any cause.

Internet discourse has rotten your brain so much that you have forgotten how to talk and engage with actual people. Go outside. Get some fresh air. Hold someone’s hand. Talk to people in person and think if you would say to them the same things you say to people anonymously online. Think if this is the best way to change minds and further the feminist cause, or if you need to manage your anger issues with a professional, or through extensive soul-searching.

[jissoo]

day 08 without a bp comeback announcement

[probably-haven]

Kaeya Alberich & Why his Failure is Inevitable

A theory on Kaeya’s reaction to- that event in his backstory.

take everything with a grain of salt , because it’s heavily based on assumptions, most of which are centered around his reaction to- backstory stuff, so gonna put that under the cut-. i actually originally said this in a reblog to someone asking the exact question awhile ago

im kinda in a content drought though so i might as well bring it back, hopefully some people find it interesting in this context though. Lol a lot of it is just seeing how angsty i can make it too so- ehe

actual content under the cut: (spoilers for kaeya’s backstory, diluc’s backstory, Khaenri’ah lore, and a bit of Childe’s backstory)

so the exact verbiage used in kaeya’s story for his reaction to Master Crepus’s death is: “Even someone like Master Crepus would submit to such a dangerous and evil power…” Sinister thoughts flashed through Kaeya’s mind, and he simply smirked— “This world is truly… fascinating.”

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Now I’m actually pretty sure this quote ties in, not to the destruction of khaenri’ah, but to the cataclysm before it. Specifically, it deals with the Khaenri’ahn alchemist Gold who started it.

Canonically, Gold was an incredibly ambitious alchemist specializing in khemia 500 years ago. Their most well know achievement is corruption of the dragon Durin, but concealed much deeper in Teyvat’s history, a number of Gold’s legacies include incorporating the powers of the abyss into their alchemy(and eventually being corrupted by those very same powers, tho it might be a translation error), followed by the destruction of Khaenri’ah’s Eclipse Dynasty(including the royal family and the royal guards tasked with protecting the people of Khaenri’ah), and this was followed shortly by ‘using their talents to create an army of “shadowy monsters."’

these monsters, blood filled with the corruption of the abyss, would only continue pouring out of Khaenri’ah in waves until the fateful day that it was destroyed. The era of suffering these monsters caused would come to be known as the cataclysm.

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taking those facts into account, it could be a remark about how even someone as kind hearted as Master Crepus could fall to the temptation and corrupting aspects of power that caused his people’s fall so long ago, even without the naturally corruptive effects of power from the abyss. that’s sad- but if you get into the theory of it its even sadder the further you go.

Now theory wise its important to make a few connections- I am under the impression that the “fall of the Eclipse Dynasty” that Gold caused through abyssal power was actually the first instance of Khaenri’ah’s curse, and the monsters of the cataclysm- were among the curse’s first victims.

a bit sadder with the fact that his statement can now refer to his feelings of there truly being nothing that could have been done to prevent the very same exact curse that has caused him so much suffering through his life. There was no resisting the corruption of power, only delaying it. It hammers in the fact that the reason he was sent to Mondstadt truly might be the destiny he had many times been told it was. A cruel joke from Celestia perhaps?

but not sad enough. let’s pull out the big one. The Khaenri’ahn Royalty Kaeya theory. (there’s a lot- im not gonna cover the explanation behind that one here)

Gold, the most powerful alchemist in Khaenri’ah would likely have worked under the Eclipse Dynasty, so assuming the theory of Kaeya(and Dainsleif) being the last member of the Eclipse Dynasty, its reasonable to say he would have known Gold. Now whether Gold was a good person or not is irrelivant because it remains the same either way. Kaeya has twice seen the corrupting abilities that come with power strip him of all those close to him, shouldering him with an additional responsibility to carry out in their memory that he never wanted. Yes this hurts more if he was close with Gold and Crepus managed to make him feel safe enough to get close to people even after that- but I’m here to provide the facts and theories, not the emotions, though theres a lot

but…. its a stretch(like a big stretch)… but for the sake of going all out on a limb, we can take this one step further.

In Childe’s story it references the abyss by saying “this dark realm had sensed the burning ambition in this boy’s heart” and it can be assumed that the powers granted by the abyss, as the natural opposition to Celestia(natural as in abyss magic literally opposes the magic of Celestia by nature) might just opporate in a similar way to the gnosises. Kaeya has no knowledge of gnosises though so for now lets use the word visions.

The powers of the abyss that were given to Gold would likely have been favored over visions from the gods in a godless nation like khaenri’ah afterall. and if he knew Gold, a known genius, he likely wouldnt have noticed anything off until it was too late. A sudden fall from his perspective. Visions, delusions, power from the abyss, what difference truly is there to a child raised to shun the gods. All are granted through ambition, and all will only end in suffering

afterthought:

However the main thing behind the Khaenri’ahn Royalty aspect of this angst fest- Kaeya would have been extremely young during Gold’s corruption and Khaenri’ah’s fall… like i cant help think of that one tik tok audio “that must be so confusing for a little girl” but it really does fit because now i can’t shake the imagery of Kaeya, faced with the imagery of the man who raised him dead as a result of a power he chose to use. And he finally understands what he was too young to understand back then. the world is not fascinating in a way that he is interested in it or wants to know more about it, but more interesting in the way that people’s eyes are involuntarily drawn to images of tragedy. It’s an expression of cruel irony, of truths he was forced to face, of knowledge he doesn’t want to know, but that he needs to know- if he plans on carrying through with his destiny- siding against Mondstadt. but siding with Mondstadt would cause him to turn against Khaenri’ah as Gold had all those years ago, and is that not fulfilling a cycle of fate all the same?

It’s an expression of mourning. He is chained by the legacy of Khaenri’ah and there’s nothing he can do to escape it. Either way the cycle will repeat. This fate gives him a unique power and even he will eventually succumb to it, doomed to be viewed as a corrupted betrayer no matter who he sides with, to doom yet another civilization in return. Such is his preordained role as the last hope of Khaenri’ah. The unescapableness, the way it all becomes so sure and clear and nauseatingly relevant in that very moment are what drive him to say that as he finally realizes that he cannot win.

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of course a lot of this is a stretch and just theories, but the angst potential was there so i decided to run with it lmao

additional afterthought: this isn’t something kaeya would know, but the corruption of Durin by Gold was actually predicted by a priestess in dragonspine before Celestia destroyed it and made it like it is now.

just angsty because it reinforces the idea of a repeating cycle of foretold destiny that no matter hard hard Kaeya tries, he will never be able to escape. Really puts Mona’s “He believes he has made a clean break with his past, but one day fate will catch up with him” line into perspective.

[femsolid]

@flowerlygirls

I saw your post about your teacher making you study that women are worse at maths than men because they inately lack men's cognitive abilities and I didn't want to reblog it since you tagged it "personal", but I thought you might want to show this to your teacher:

Catherine Good and colleagues used as their participants more than 100 university students enrolled in a fast and difficult calculus class that was a pipeline to the hard sciences. The test packet handed out to each student included some information about the test. Students in the stereotype threat condition were told that the test was designed to measure their maths ability, to try to better understand what makes some people better at maths than others. This kind of statement can on its own create stereotype threat for women, who are well aware of their own stereotyped inferiority in mathematics. But added to this, in the nonthreat condition, was the information that despite testing on thousands of students no gender difference had ever been found. So what was the effect of this extra information? The men and women in the two groups had, on average, all received much the same course grades. You’d expect then, given their apparently equivalent ability, that males and females in the threat and nonthreat condition would perform at about the same level on the test. Instead, the researchers found that females performed better in the nonthreat condition, and this was particularly striking among Anglo-American participants, who generally show the greatest sex difference in maths performance. Among these participants, men and women in the threat condition, as well as men in the nonthreat condition, all scored about 19 percent on this very difficult test. But women in the nonthreat group scored an average of 30 percent correct, thus outperforming every other group– including both groups of men. In other words, the standard presentation of a test seemed to suppress women’s ability, but when the same test was presented to women as equally hard for men and women, it ‘unleashed their mathematics potential.’

The stereotype that females are poor at maths is now officially self-relevant, and this seems to be important. Research suggests that the deadly combination of ‘knowing-and-being’ (women are bad at maths and I am a woman) can lower performance expectations, as well as trigger performance anxiety and other negative emotions. For example, Mara Cadinu and her colleagues at the University of Padova gave women a maths test but beforehand, some women were told that ‘recent research has shown that there are clear differences in the scores obtained by men and women in logical-mathematical tasks’, while the other participants were told that there were no such differences. Before each of the problems in the test, the women were given a blank page on which they were asked to write down anything that popped into their heads. Women in the stereotype threat condition listed more than twice as many negative thoughts about the maths test (like, ‘These exercises are too difficult for me’). As this negativity built up, it increasingly interfered with performance. Although in the first half of the test both groups scored on average around 70 percent, by the latter half of the exercise the control group’s performance had slightly improved (to 81 percent) whereas the threat group’s performance had plummeted to 56 percent.

Stereotype threat effects have been seen in women who: record their sex at the beginning of a quantitative test (which is standard practice for many tests); are in the minority as they take the test; have just watched women acting in air-headed ways in commercials, or have instructors or peers who hold – consciously or otherwise – sexist attitudes."

It's from Delusions of Gender's chapter 3 and 4 I believe, by researcher Cordelia Fine.

[whisperlullaby]

Just Say It And I’m Yours-Ch.1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Language, stalking ish themes

Words: 1490

Summary: Steve is considering retiring from being Captain America. He doesn’t remember why he took the shield or what it means for him anymore. Then he met you. 

A/N: First and foremost I am SO SORRY FOR BEING SO SHIT AT SUMMARIES. I just don’t want to give anything away. Second, this is my first series! So like, comment, reblog, let me know you want to see more of this. This story is going to start in Steve’s perspective and switch to the readers. I’ll let you guys know when the POV is shifting so no worries. So, this first chapter is told through Steve. Third, if I missed any warnings please let me know. Last but most CERTAINTLY not least, a very VERY special thanks to @river-soul​ for reading through this and assuring me it was a good first chapter. I am so grateful for you. Let me know what you think! (Gif by @navybrat817 )

“Steve, she's getting married tomorrow,” Bucky solemnly states as he puts a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “If you’re going to do something you better do it soon.” 

“I know Buck, but what could I say to her? I haven’t been able to tell her how I feel about her for years.” Steve looked out over the lake, his eyes pricking with tears. “She made her decision.” 

“You’re an idiot. You’ve been in love with her since you first saw her. If you don’t tell her, she’s going to make the biggest mistake of her life. We both know that,” Bucky sighed, raking a hand over his face. “I know she loves you. You need to talk to her. She can’t marry him Steve, you know the second she does she’ll be gone forever. The person you knew reduced to, whatever this shell of a person is.”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck and looked down where the water was gently lapping against the shore. After a few moments, he heard Bucky make his way back to the lodge. As the small waves ebbed and flowed against the shallow shore Steve thought about you and how he was an absolute coward back when you were a big part of his life. 

One and a half years ago

Steve was sketching at Marine Park in Brooklyn during golden hour when everything seemed to glow. He needed a break from his Captain America responsibilities and every time he put his charcoal to the paper everything seemed to melt away. The world was vastly different since he came out of the ice and he felt his heart swell thinking about all the fights he had to endure in order to restore some semblance of peace in the universe. He was happy that he had his best friend back, cleared of the mind control Hydra put in him and he made so many new friends and a family in The Avengers. Yet, as he drew out the skyline on the thick white paper, he couldn’t help but feel like he was still missing something. He knew he needed a break from his duties to figure it out constantly being pulled into a fight was a great distraction, but he knew he needed to figure out what brought meaning to his life. The decision to take time off gnawed at Steve like a dog to a bone, who was he if he wasn’t Captain America?

Steve heard you before he saw you, picking up the fierce tone you were using made him glad he wasn’t on the receiving end of your reprimand. Steve looked up to see you wedged in between a woman and her dog and a man probably twice your size towering over you, trying to be intimidating. The fact you stepped forward refusing to back down made Steve smile, oddly fond of your bravery. The commotion you were making drew a small crowd and Steve felt a strange pull to join the group to be close to you. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Following this poor woman around like a stalker,” You yelled, poking your finger in his chest. “Did you think she was being coy when she told you to stop following her? Was that some deranged invitation to keep on top of her the rest of the world is unaware of?”

Steve could tell that you were not about to back down as you protected the other woman. The fire in your eyes was something Steve was familiar with in himself before he went into the ice. He noticed the man ball his hands into fists and before you could react he had pulled back to hit you. Steve jumped in and caught the punch, inches from your face.

“You’re gonna want to walk away pal before you make things worse for yourself.” 

Steve’s voice was low in warning. When he glanced over at you, you looked up at him almost offended that he had stepped in. Before Steve could say anything you returned your gaze to the other man and swiftly kneed him in the balls. 

“Stop following women you fucking asshole,” you admonished as the man crumpled to the ground in pain. “I know you probably have a hard time listening to women when they say no because there is just a bunch of empty space where your brain is supposed to be, but maybe take this as a warning.” 

Steve watched you slack jawed as you flagged down a police officer to give a statement to. He observed you as you spoke with the other woman, who was visibly shaken by the incident, with such genuine concern and kindness. He couldn’t stop looking at you as you soothed her with gentle touches and quiet whispers. Steve waited for his turn to speak with the officers regarding the incident, after which the man was taken into custody. When Steve turned around you were walking towards him. 

“Umm thanks for catching the punch,” you said with a shrug. “I could have taken him though.” 

Steve let out a soft chuckle. 

“Well I wouldn’t be much of a superhero if I stood around and let a civilian get clocked for defending someone.”

You cocked your eyebrow at him and crossed your arms. 

“Yeah but you’re not in the suit, which means you’re off duty. Either way I’m grateful, I have a job interview tomorrow and can’t really show up with a black eye. It wouldn’t really say ‘hire me I’m even tempered and have a keen ability to moderate conflict in a calm respectful manner.’ ”

Steve smiled, letting out a sigh as he cast his eyes to the ground.

 “Oh sweetheart I’m always on duty, comes with the territory.” 

He looked up to see you watching him with kindness and understanding.

“I’m sure that must be a very heavy burden to carry,” You sighed. “I hope you can take a vacation or something soon. It looks like you might need one.”

To say Steve was enamored by you would be the understatement of the century. In the brief time he had spent with you, he had noticed that you were fierce, kind, honest, compassionate, and absolutely stunning. He found himself physically having to shake his head to keep from staring at you.

“I’m Steve,” he blurted out. “I feel like you already know that though. It was really nice of you to say that. Sometimes I only see myself as Captain America, no vacation days in sight.” 

Steve chuckled as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Y/N, and I mean it. You shouldn’t feel like you’re always on duty.”  

You pointed your finger at his chest.

“Besides, I’m a tough girl, I can handle myself. You should trust people a bit more Rogers.” 

You gave Steve a cheeky grin and started walking away.

Steve scrambled to follow you, not ready to have your conversation end.

“So, job interview? What do you do?” 

Steve easily kept your stride. When you chuckled Steve swore his heart skipped a beat.

“Would you believe I’m a victim advocate? I have an interview with the state prosecutor. I make sure anyone who has experienced trauma of any sort is represented and protected during court cases and criminal trials,” you stated proudly. 

“After what I just witnessed, I would have been more surprised if you told me you were an accountant.” Steve joked. “Would it be okay if I walked you wherever you’re going? I know you can handle yourself but I’d like to make sure you don’t leave a trail of broken men in your wake.”

You snorted out laughter. 

“Yeah wouldn’t want to get put away for attacking more skeezy men. That sounds great Captain, thank you.”

Steve smiled and kept asking you questions on your walk. He had this need to know everything he could about you since you blew into his life like a sunshower. When Steve got you back to your apartment the sun was just setting.

“Well Rogers, it’s been an interesting day,” you say, nonchalantly fiddling with your keys.

“I’ll say, I didn’t think my day would consist of watching someone stand up for another woman who almost got punched, then kneeing the guy in the balls.” 

Steve smiled.

“I am pleasantly surprised with the way my day turned out,” he told you.

“Well there’s a lot more where that came from if you stick with me Cap.” 

You smirked at Steve grabbing his sketchbook. 

“Here’s my number, if you ever need a little extra adventure in your life, call me,” you said. 

With that you turned the key in the lock and pushed yourself inside the apartment. Steve was left to stand staring at your closed door. He didn’t know what force drove you into his life but knowing you for those few hours made him feel more alive than he had in years.

[bitchassbucky]

Ｂｏｔｈｅｒ

📎Word Count: 2.2k

📎Warning/s: smut! minors DNI. mean!fuckboy!bucky x f!reader. unprotected sex. little to no foreplay, because, well, he just wants to get his dick wet. denied orgasm :( no aftercare too lol he’s an asshole in this one. messy facial! some heckin’ words.

📎A/N: jesus fuckiNG CHRIST okay this is one of my longer fics, i’m trying to get back into writing long fics again so, bear with me. fuckboy!bucky playlist to accompany you while reading this <3 

📎reblogs, likes, and comments are all welcomed! shower me with validation pls

📎Masterlist || Ask || AFTERDARK

The bass line and the drumbeat made your heart pump in sync. The room reeked of cheap drinks and expensive perfume—sweaty patrons swirling, mingling around, keeping their drinks cold, their hearts warm.

Chatter peaked when the band finished the song, a round of applause rising the frontman’s ego. The spotlight shone brightly on him, the stage lights hitting his back, lighting up his silhouette with pinks and purples.

He beams with adrenaline. All perfect smiles.

Slinging his stickered guitar to the side, he speaks into the mic, “thank you all for coming. We’ve been The Commandos. Goodnight!” The frontman flashes his million-dollar, megawatt smile and bows, earning another applause from the audience.

The rest of the band slinked out the back, bowing, giving out air-kisses and waves. Another band piles onto the stage, waving hello to the gathering crowd.

You sigh, the bottom of your shoes sticking to the dirty floor of the bar. The overhead lights of the bar a bright yellow contrast to the stage’s red hue. The beer in your hand condensing, the tips of your fingers damp in the process. The warmth of the place piling on your impatience.

Pushing yourself off the bar, you make your way to the back, one thing echoing in your mind. Familiar faces crowd your vision, sending a polite smile their way.

A door stands in front of you, the wood stained with stickers and posters and autographs. You knock twice before turning the knob.

“Where’s Bucky?” You say, leaning against the door frame. The door slowly swings open.

A blonde man, what’s-his-face, looks at you and puts down a pair of drumsticks, “‘Dunno what to tell ya, but he’s not here.”

Your roll your eyes, sending him a mirthless smile, “yeah, obviously. I was hoping if you could tell him to meet me tonight.”

Steve—you suddenly remembered his name—eyed you head to foot, a smirk plastered on his face, “Sounds important. Why don’t you hang out with us while waiting for him?”

A chuckle escapes your lips, “no, thanks. I’ll meet him outside.”

Steve makes a face, quirking a light brow to the rest of the group. All of them sharing the same look, “alright. Suit yourself.”

The clock ticks just ten minutes after 11, your patience growing thin as a needle. A gaggle of drunk patrons stumbles out the door when you spot him—leather jacket, distressed, ripped pants.

“Where’s my ring?” Without missing a beat.

Bucky’s lips quirk into a smirk, “whoa, baby, we fucked once,” he made you come thrice, “and you’re asking for a ring already?”

A shiver runs up your spine, whether it’s from disgust or something else, it wasn’t clear, “you know what I meant. I left my ring on your nightstand.”

“Deliberately, or…”

Your hands curl up in frustration, your left shin itching, “c’mon. Do you have it or not?” 

His intentionally undone boots scuffed against the floor as he stalks closer to you, his perfume invading your olfactory senses. Oh, he smells good. 

“D’you wanna find out?” His voice dropping a couple of octaves, whispering into the shell of your ear. His thick arms caging you against the bar and the wall. Fuck, he smells really good.

A feeble attempt to make room goes unnoticed, your breath hitching in your throat, “If you don’t have it on you, I’d gladly receive it through the mail.”

Bucky licks his tinged lips, a vein in his temple ticking—the lighting reflecting in his blue eyes, “why would I mail it to you when you can pick it up from my place?”

A rational voice in your head echoes, fighting with your impulse. The closeness of both of your bodies radiating warmth and electricity.

“Fine.” You relented, impulsivity is what got you there in the first place.

The drive to the place shouldn’t take too long, the little shit deliberately took the long way to his place. 

While you sit on the passenger side of his car, he keeps sending you amused glances. As if he couldn’t believe you’d willingly go with him tonight. Well, technically, it really wasn’t part of your plan.

“You wanna get burgers first?” He offers, lowering the music coming from the car’s stereo.

“I wanna get my ring back, Bucky.” You say, reminding him—and yourself—of what your agenda for tonight is.

He dismisses you, as per usual. And pulls over a drive-through of a local burger place, ordering himself a meal.

Instead of getting back out on the highway, he parks the car, rolls down the window, and eats.

“Jesus- fuck, Bucky!” You exclaimed in frustration, “look, if you want to waste my time, then-”

“Then, what?”

“Then go fuck yourself.” You left in a huff, swinging your legs and slamming the car door shut. Hoping that he’d go deaf in one ear.

Making sure that you’re well visible and in a brightly-lit place, you pull out your phone to book an Uber. Only to find Bucky making his way to you for the second time tonight.

“Hey!” Didn’t even used your name to call you, great work!

“I do have it, it’s really back in my place. By the lamp on the bedside table.” The truth lingers out on the night air, waiting for you to acknowledge it.

You meet Bucky’s statement with a wary squint, he meets your rightful doubt with a smile.

“No more stopovers.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Bucky’s place is a liminal space for you. 

The familiar shadows and corners welcome you, the surfaces on where your bare skin sat hissed at you. You stood by the doorway, not wanting to prolong the journey.

“Hey, c’mon, it’s just me. Sit down.” Exactly, it is him.

You shake your head, leaning by the wall like a stranger, “I’m good. You’re not gonna take long anyway.”

But instead of retrieving your jewelry, his form retreats to the kitchen. A few seconds pass and you hear the crack and hiss of a beer bottle being opened.

“Y’know, I think I’ll just get it myself.” You toe off your shoes, placing them by the door. Your jacket still hanging off your shoulders.

You passed by Bucky, walking towards a love seat, two beers on one hand, “hurry up, then. Got a drink for ya.”

Hazy images play by memory the last time you were here, his damn cologne seeping into your nostrils.

Your head hanging by the edge of the bed as he laps your cunt like a man starved.

The headboard supporting your balance as you bounce up and down his thick cock.

Carpeting that gave your knees burn as he fucked you from behind.

Like an etch-a-sketch, you shake your head to get rid of the scenes that made themselves known.

A shining glint from the bedside table catches your eye, you swipe the ring and stashed it down your jacket pocket.

Coming out of the room with your ring, your slight smile falters as you saw Bucky lounging shirtless. As rightfully so, this is his home anyway.

You steeled yourself despite the heat that’s making its way up to your neck, “uh, I already got it. Thanks, Bucky.”

He shoots you a look—a lingering one. Like a predator about to pounce on prey. His stare chasing the goosebumps under your clothes.

“You sure you wanna go? It’s–” he glances at his phone for the time, “–past midnight.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can.” The setup.

“How about I take care of you for a change?” The trap.

And then just as sudden as your arrival, you find yourself pressed up against the wall. The agenda of the night has already been forgotten.

Bucky’s mouth finds its temporary home on your jaw, moving down your neck. His large hands already clawing their way under your shirt, the suddenness of the moment stirring the heat in your belly.

Rushed hands and panted breaths meet feverish lips.

The moment his tongue slipped into your mouth was the moment where you lost all inhibitions. Your hands fly to his nape, tugging his hair, effectively making him moan into your mouth.

“You know me so well.” He purrs against your lips. Hitching your legs up his hips as he presses you harder against the drywall.

“Lots of people know you so well.” You bite back, knowing for a fact that he sees others behind your back.

“True,” he’s murmuring against your pulse point and you sigh, “you’re my favorite though.”

Your jacket clutters against the floor of his bedroom, along with his pants and your shirt. A yellow stream of light emits from the living room.

Bucky tosses you on the bed, sending the pillows crashing on the floor. Though the room is darkened with curtains, your eyes adjust enough to see him as he pulls your ankles towards him.

His abs are chiseled like a Greek god, his skin tanned, decorated with tattoos. His left nipple adorns a stainless steel piercing. Like the last time, he grabs your hand, trailing it along his torso, letting you feel his deep v-lines.

A lewd moan escapes your lips as you cup his hardening cock through his boxers. Thick and heavy, a perfect fit.

“You like it?” Bucky taunts, jutting his hips against your hand. You squeeze him lightly, earning you a deep groan from the man above you.

His hand suddenly tightens around your throat, pulling your head towards him, “I asked you a question.”

Giving him a small nod and a meek yeah seemed to have sufficed until he flips you on your stomach and forces your face down the bed.

Your skirt joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Your panties do too.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t ya?” Bucky taunts, one thick finger swiping the wetness between your folds. Spreading it around as preparation. A muffled confirmation made him chuckle as he pinches your clit with intention.

Taking his leaking cock out of his boxers, he swipes the bead of precum from his angry-red tip. He takes his sweet, sweet time before even thinking about pushing into your pussy.

Bucky drags the head of his cock up and down your fold, earning a needy moan from you—coating his entire length with your wetness.

After seemingly an eternity on your side, the sheets already imprinted their impression on the side of your cheek. Bucky finally, fucking finally, pushes into you. A short, white-hot burn shoots through your nerves, making you whimper.

His hand stays on the back of your neck, pushing you further down the bed as he moves. Your pussy lips gripping his dick like a vice, “so fucking tight. God.”

Bucky’s chest swelled up with pride as he notices your fingers digging into his sheets, “no one can fuck you this good.”

The bed squeaks with both of your weight shifting as he reaches around you, his fingers working around your bud. The pressure of his upper body makes you gasp with every thrust of his hips.

He continues to work you—his fingers circling tightly on your throbbing clit, his cock nudging the soft, spongy spot in you. Your toes curl with red heat as your orgasm begins to burn up your legs.

“I’m gonna-- ‘m so close,” your pleas fell on deaf ears as Bucky chases his own high. His balls slapping against your skin, his hips stuttering as his cock pulsates inside your velvet walls.

He curses, grabbing your shoulder and flipping you upside, kneeling before you. His hand pumping his dick continuously as it twitches—the veins even more prominent.

“Open your mouth, I’m gonna cum in it.” Bucky orders and you obey. Your fingers finding their way to your abandoned bundle of nerves—your climax threatening to fade away.

Thick ropes of cum shoot over your mouth, painting your lips and chin white as he misses.

“God, fuck, look at your mess.” Bucky sighs, he’s already tucked back into his boxers and handing you a shirt—presumably to clean yourself up.

“You got your ring? Anything else?” The annoyance in his tone is evident. The clock ticks half past midnight.

You dangle your purse in front of him as a gesture, the wind picks up and your shoes are loose on your feet.

“Alright, well, you could wait for your ride here, I guess.” Bucky dropped the act the moment he got his dick in you.

“Yeah, he’s just around the corner. Thanks for the, uh, ring.”

He hums, looking at his phone. His thumbs dancing over the keyboard, “Try not to bother my friends again when you wanna reach me.”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or to smack the phone out of his hands, “yeah. Tried calling you but I’m pretty sure you blocked my number.”

A curt laugh echoes out from him, “‘m sorry. Out of habit. You know how it is.”

“Right.” And an awkward beat falls over the both of you.

A black car pulls up by the street and you silently thank the stars. By the time you turn around to at least do the right thing and bid Bucky goodnight, you find yourself facing a closed door.