#like it had something to do w feminism and/or femininity?

[britneyshakespeare]

i had a very strange dream last night where i was looking through my facebook memories and a year ago today i had apparently posted a long, intended-as-a-joke post about how it's a shame we don't hang people from the gallows in the public square anymore. i was like wow oh god i don't remember writing this at all. this seems unlike myself; i think this is so unfunny and hurtful. how will this change how people see me? well it's a good thing i never posted that after all then.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

W-would you ever write Ransom with mommy kink again 🥺👉👈 I need more,,, evidence 😳 for science 😳 that Ransom has that kink

related to this previous Pillow-Princess!Ransom × Mommy!Reader drabble I wrote a while ago

(I'm not taking requests right now because I'm still in school, just on winter break for another week-ish, but LOOK I can't not write this because I've been thinking about Mommy's sub Ransom lately 👀😏)

Thoughts thoughts thoughts--

Ransom Drysdale × cis female reader

Tags for Mommy kink, dom/sub, femme dom, sub Ransom, feminization, BDSM, collars & leashes, cock cages, some possessiveness, etc.

The first time you suggest that perhaps Ransom wears a collar for you--for Mommy--a while into your established dynamic, he actually scoffs and rolls his eyes at you. Not as submissive and well-behaved as he usually is while around you--not as well-behaved as you've trained him to be for you (because you're the only one who draws this side out of him). So, clearly, when you bring a collar up, he instantly brushes it off.

Like, sure, he submits to you in the proverbial bedroom (including many more places than just a literal bedroom) but, you're not--it's not--he's not... he's not wearing that.

He's not going to wear something around his neck for you.

He's not going to be claimed like that.

Yes, he gets on his knees for you. Sometimes staying on his knees for so long that he gets bruises and can't stand up without trembling, eyes locked onto you like you're all that matters because to him it's true. You're the only thing that matters. Yes, he wears pretty things for you. Panties and even bras along with anything silky or lacy--he likes the feeling of it gliding across his smooth, waxed skin. Yes, he begs and whines and moans and struggles for you. Doing whatever pleases you, so long as he gets to cum in return. Even if he has to go through multiple rounds of edging, getting so close that it's painful when he's not allowed to let go at the last second. And, yes, he's Mommy's boy. Always needing you. Always craving your body (especially your tits because, fuck, he's an undeniable tits man). But...

A collar crosses a line that he didn't realize he had. Right?

He doesn't want to wear a fucking collar. Never mind a fucking pink collar that reads "Mommy's Princess" in white diamonds. (He's fine hearing and wearing other frilly, feminine clothes, but... seeing that collar and that dirty nickname written out is somehow more real). The collar is thick--with a rigid white leather backing that has pink leather layered over top of it--and tall. Just looking at it, Ransom knows the collar would make it hard to move his neck. And if you fastened it tight enough, Ransom is sure it would feel like having two hands around his throat, choking, it would go so high up on his throat.

He doesn't want to wear a collar...

Right!?

Even if it's a custom collar that one of your close friends (who makes all sorts of, uh, high-end custom apparel 👀) made as a gift. He's not wearing it.

The idea of wearing a collar for his Mommy brings out the brat in him. For whatever reason.

Over the next few weeks, after you bring it up for the first time, he's much more of a brat than normal. Backtalking and ignoring texts and calls. Jerking himself off and not even bothering to pretend that he forgot he didn't ask for your permission. Pushing the orders you give him when you're with him in person. Delaying his obedience when you give him orders. And yet... he keeps fucking talking about it.

The collar.

Whenever he breaks a rule, whenever he's bratty and bad, he references the collar. He claims it's to show off that "Mommy can't control me, not all the time. I don't need a fuckin' collar and leash."

You let the addition of a leash go... you never said anything about a leash. Nor about a cage, like he says a couple of days later when he calls you just to show off that he's at home, in his bedroom, jerking off loudly and wetly and badly--considering that he didn't ask you before touching his pretty cock. You raise an eyebrow at it every time. Collar again, huh? Oh, a leash? A cage? Really, Ransom. Why's that in your head?

He can't shut up about it.

And he also is calling you Mommy even more than normal. Normally, it's your first name when you're not leading into a scene, in the midst of a scene, or after a scene. Now, whenever you talk--

(I'm imagining you run in the same social circles as Ransom, acquaintances originally, but you've got great chemistry and so you started hooking up. But neither of you can be bothered by a full-relationship commitment. (Plus, Ransom isn't ready for that label or commitment in general either, he's, like, the fucking definition of a rich boy who's been having his cake and eating it too.))

--he always calls you Mommy. You don't mind. Not at all. Though... you notice it, constantly.

The way he never stops talking about how much he doesn't need a collar and how independent he is, despite his Mommy. Despite how he literally and figuratively always comes crawling back to you.

So...

You wait and wait and wait and wait and wait. You know there's something deeper to his seemingly intense rejection. A Freudian slip even-?

Perhaps.

Perhaps a Freudian slip turns into one million percent a Freudian slip as evidenced by your current position.

You are towering over Ransom.

Ransom holds his position like a statue because he knows he doesn't want to cross Mommy. You're so good to him when he's good. But only when he's good.

Ransom is being good right now--he's on his hands and knees with his back arched to stick his ass out and pull his head back. You're making him arch his back because he's wearing the fucking collar he claimed to hate so much. Claimed. He doesn't hate it. He wants it. He wanted it so bad it terrified him. He didn't know what to do with himself. He couldn't do anything about it but spit venom at the same time that he jerked himself raw at the thought of it. No one has ever owned him so thoroughly. No one has ever had such control over him. And he craves it. In the darkest, most animal parts of his brain--he wants it.

He thought the most shameful fantasy he could have was sucking on your tits--nursing from you--while whining and crying for Mommy. Your fist around his throbbing, slick cock in its tight ring, reminding him that only you can tell him when he gets to cum and you're not gonna let him cum until you're done. You won't be done until you cum at least three times; so, he's gonna have to rip his mouth away from your tits eventually because you want it on your pussy. Then, you want his thick, long fingers too. And maybe his dick after too. If he earns it. He cries out around your nipple when you flick the head of his cock. He's crying.

He thought that was the most animal part of him. The part that gagged for a powerful woman who could take care of him, dealing out the punishments he deserves but also the praise he deserves; a woman who can deal with his tantrums and can make him want to stop himself before he blows up; a woman who he can call Mommy.

But he was wrong.

He can get deeper into the fantasy.

And you dragged it out of him. You made him tell you. You finally got back from your trip out of the country and finally had your hands back on him which you used to your advantage--you tied him to the bed with leather cuffs and you teased and teased and teased until he wasn't sure if he was actually still sweating or if he was just melting. Until Ransom couldn't help but scream no matter how soft the touches to his dick were, he was so sensitive. Every orgasm he'd given himself without your permission got turned into an orgasm denied. Working him up over and over again only to deny him at the last second. Using every dirty trick until he begged and wailed and confessed he'd do anything for the torture to end. You had one request: the collar, tell Mommy the truth, you want it?

He wanted it.

In fact, Ransom sobbed for the collar.

He cried and cried and begged to have it put on him.

So, you put it on him.

You fastened it around his neck and kissed his slack lips--shocked with an overwhelming wave of arousal. Heady. Just wearing it. Fuck. It brought him even further down. That collar.

You put your hand around his throat on top of his new collar and squeezed. Without even being touched, just talked to, just told he was Mommy's--Mommy's to touch, Mommy's to own, Mommy's to make cum. So cum. Right fucking now--he came all over his quivering abs.

So, now, he's on all fours. Collar around his pretty throat. Nothing else clothes him but a cock cage. A leash attached to his collar. You won't let the details he added go 😏

Your hand was at the other end of the leash, pulling it taut until his head came back and you could almost make eye contact even as you pressed yourself against his back, but now your hand is busy with his hair instead. Pulling it hard.

Your other hand, not the one in his hair, is on the floor because you're towering over him--you're on top of him where he's on all fours, tilting his hips back and ass out. You are naked save for a sheer pair of panties (not unlike the kind Ransom wears when he's feeling extra soft and pretty and small, in need of Mommy's more gentle touch), so your bare tits are pressed fully against his back.

The moan he had let out the second he felt your bare breasts had you chuckling. He's so fucking predictable.

But, regardless of his pathetic, begging sounds drawn from your plush tits against his muscular, hard back--the front of your hips are pressed tight to his round ass. And even though you've not played with strapping (not yet 👀) you can't help but grind against him. Rolling your hips into that perfect, round ass.

You'd fuck him in a heartbeat.

You'd slide your dick deep into his tight, pretty hole until he couldn't do anything but drool. Until he couldn't even beg for Mommy anymore. Speechless. Fuck-dumb.

But, that's not what you're here for. You're fulfilling his other needs right now. So, you dropped his leash to grab his hair instead. You're grabbing his hair. And just because you grab it harder.

"M-mommy!" Ransom rasps, desperate, his neck fighting against the collar; he wants to go with you, with the direction your hand is pulling him. Scalp tingling in pain. He can't though. The collar keeps his neck pretty stiff. Robust in its grip on him. Making him look just that much more obscene.

Your heartbeat thuds through you. You feel swollen and hot and wet between your legs. You HAVE to be dripping down your thighs with how much lust is coiled tight and hot inside you.

And you can't help but lean even more of your weight onto him. Forcing him to hold you up as well as himself. He's already trembling and you want to push him further. So, into his ear, you whisper, "Mommy wants to know how you feel about your collar."

Ransom sobs.

His shaking gets worse. You don't think it's all due to your weight; your words must hit him too.

Ransom doesn't answer though. He could be thinking... so, you reach for his cock, killing time. Waiting. Will he talk?

Instantly, you can feel how wet he is--just like you. Wet. He's caged, so his cock is still mostly soft, struggling to get hard despite how much it hurts when he's all locked up. But, still, he's leaking, pre-cum spilling out of the slit of his cock, and making a goddamn mess on your pristine wooden floors. He's leaking so much that you think he might come through the cage. That'd be a first, but... you'd never punish him for being so incredibly turned on that he manages to cum through a cage. It'd be too incredible. Too fucking hot.

"C'mon, tell Mommy what she wants..." you purr, shamelessly trying to seduce him into saying it. You know he loves your voice like that, low and husky, calling yourself Mommy.

"I-" he chokes, more than just desperate as you continue to fondle him in your hand--he's so delicate like this, vulnerable and little even while his muscles hold both of you up, "I don't know!" He wails.

"You do, princess." You retort. "You know what you like about it just like you fuckin' knew you liked the idea of wearing Mommy's collar all this time. You just gotta let it out, baby. You can't keep it inside you. That isn't good for you. Tell Mommy. Let it out." You nip his shoulder and lower your voice, whispering, "let it out and she'll think about letting this out," you hit his caged cock, smacking it up against his belly.

Ransom gasps. The tears in his eyes are audible. Good, you smirk.

The poor thing's shaking so badly. He's still wordless though, so, for a little extra motivation, you lift yourself off him like you're going to leave him like this, unwinding your hand from his hair, and...

He whines, the sound high and drawn out. You can hear the needy, unabashed, no, no, Mommy, don't go! in it.

You make a sound in response like, fine, ugh, and drop yourself back down on top of him--intentionally harder than you normally would, making him take your weight again, and mashing your tits against him a little harder than normal. You wanna wear him down. Keep the pressure on.

Ransom moans and you feel his shoulders and upper back twitch, lifting himself further away from the floor, wanting to get closer to you. Needing you.

"Be good, Hugh, baby-" you scratch your nails behind his ear and down his neck "-and tell Mommy what she wants to hear."

The use of his real name seems to shock him. "I-" he whines. "The, the-"

"Yes, Hugh?" You prompt when he doesn't add anything else after a good while. You're back to carding your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp. Then, you scratch his nipples. Sending sparkling pleasure down his body to his clenching belly. He looks so fucking good covered in red lines from your nails.

"Ah! M-mommy!"

And he reacts so well to it. The pain.

"Say it." You demand.

"I-I don't know! I just, it just... it feels good. It, it makes meee-" he strings out another whine "-makes me feel good."

"Mmm-hmm," you pinch his left nipple. Then his right. He howls. "You feel good wearing it? Don't you feel good when Mommy touches you? Why's this nice, pretty collar different?"

Ransom chokes on another sob, this one even more shattered. "Feels good! Mommy, Mommy always feels good. I always feel good. It's, it's just-" he shivers all over "-it's so dirty. So... so much Mommy's-"

"Ooh, it makes you feel dirty, huh, princess?"

He whines high in his throat, tucking his chin even closer to his chest as he faces the floor. Embarrassed. Squirming.

"Does it make you feel like Mommy's dirty little Princess? Made just for her?"

Ransom shudders so hard that his legs start to slide apart. Spreading them. Posed just like a slut should be; all fours, legs wide open.

"Are you Mommy's owned princess then, hm? You feel like you've been swept up into a tower prison, caged in, and tied up for Mommy? Just Mommy."

His next noise of unrestrained hunger is one of assent. His nod is jerky and uncoordinated.

"Yeah, yeah... you are Mommy's little princess, Hugh. Because I'm never letting you go now that I have you," in a flash, you grab and pull on his leash, cutting a filthy swear from Ransom's obscene mouth in half, "you're gonna stay with Mommy forever. Mommy is gonna keep you. Keep you in your little cage. And I'm only gonna let you out when I think it's deserved. I think I'll let you out tonight..." you tease, "I mean, you did tell Mommy what you like about your new collar."

"Yes-!"

"But..."

"Nnno," he whines, small.

"You needed a lot of prompting, Hugh. So. I think I'll take you out of your cage and jerk you off--you don't deserve Mommy's pussy--until you cum all over the floor. Then," you pause for effect, "I'm gonna grab you by the back of your neck and shove your face in the mess. And you're gonna clean it up with that mouth, okay? Mommy's floors are always spotless and shiny and she's not gonna let a spoiled, messy princess fuck it up, got it?"

"Yes! Please! God, please, Mommy, wanna cum!"

Me, to myself, after writing that:

I hope you enjoyed 😘

This got way longer than I meant haha

[fangirleaconmigo]

I am feeling all kinds of stuff tonight. So I'm taking a break from my regularly scheduled fandom programming and bringing you this, my post ,as a feminist, about trans rights. I feel like with all the shit going on right now, it's good to let people know where you stand, damn the consequences.

Alright.

Those of you who follow me know that I lost a dear friend to suicide a few weeks ago. She was a caring, kind human being, and a butch lesbian woman.

I was just sitting here tonight going through all of the facebook posts she ever tagged me in, just crying again and missing her. And I came across one very very long post she made a few years ago that I had completely forgotten about.

One day in 2017 she poured out her heart about being kicked out of a women's restroom at the Y again. She was very tall and athletic and had short hair, and this was not the first time it had happened to her.

Her post is lengthy and the heartbreak she felt being rejected from womanhood for her 'unfeminine' appearance is so visceral and so painful. She had experienced an intense amount of violent gender based and homophobic abuse in her life. She felt a deep, deep connection with her womanhood and with other women.

If you've read my other posts about her, you know that she liked to call her woman friends "warrior women" and have "yaya sisterhood" bonfire parties at her house. She always built us up. She gave a shit about other women, so sincerely.

So to see her pain again about this, about the way that she was constantly being 'defined out of' woman hood and treated as a predator made me enraged all over again.

I don't get involved in arguments online if I can at all help it (you all have noticed that I'm sure, I'm here to have a good time). But please let me share something personal here for a moment. If you follow me and were ever curious about where I stand, (being a feminist online during these horrible times) here it is.

Transphobia. Hurts. All. Women. Transphobia. Is. Not. Feminism. Transphobia is hate.

Mari is not the only butch friend I have who has been treated like a predator, kicked out of bathrooms, and been treated as an outsider to woman hood for visibly 'failing' a visual femininity test. It is such a stab to the gut to be rejected by your own people.

Yes, she was a cis woman. But she was still rejected by those who define women down to 'femininity' and 'clocking' as a woman, and being small and dainty and shit. She suffered from that. We all fucking suffer from that. I have another butch queer friend who this happens to. She gets kicked out of bathrooms. It's never happened when I'm there, which is probably better for everyone, because I get so enraged on her behalf just hearing about it. I'm a deeply nonviolent person but in person, I don't know what I'd do.

So let us be clear. All of the anti-trans bullshit going on, all the transphobia going absolutely bonkers online right now, makes literally all of this even worse and more hostile for women. All women.

For as long as we require women to 'clock' as uber feminine, for as long as we police women's genitalia when they walk into a restroom, for as long as we make queer women feel like predators for not conforming to social pressures of femininity, WE WILL BE ABUSING OURSELVES. WE WILL BE POISONING OURSELVES TO FIT IN WITH THE CONSERVATIVE, TRADITIONAL, HOMOPHOBIC MAINSTREAM WHO FUCKING HATES US.

Let me say that again, so this is clear. THEY FUCKING HATE US.

I don't give a shit what they say about feminism. "Oh, we are here to protect you from trans women"

Shut the ENTIRE fuck up. Just stop. I've lived on this earth as a woman for 46 goddamned years. You cannot pee on my leg and tell me it's goddamned raining.

Every time I've been politically disenfranchised, oppressed, underestimated, exploited, IT HAS BEEN BY THE RIGHT WING POLITICAL ESTABLISHMENT. IT HAS BEEN BY MISOGYNISTIC CISHET MEN AND THEIR HELPMATES, USUALLY CISHET UPPER CLASS WHITE CHRISTIAN WOMEN.

The thing that oppresses women are the systems and cultures of misogyny. Are you telling me trans women built those? lmaooooooooooooo get the entire fuck out.

They always say...oh, trans women can't be women because of the 'female experience'. So let this experienced female tell you that I fucking see you. I see you lying through your teeth about suddenly giving a shit about us.

I see you.

Young cis women, budding feminists. Do not let these people tell you that it's feminist to reject trans women. Do not let them say it's feminist to lament trans men and the 'loss' that purportedly represents to womanhood. Fuck that. It isn't feminism. It regressive. It's bigotry.

Do you not see how, every fucking time they talk about trans women they bring up rape?

Why? Ask yourself why?

Are trans women more likely to rape? No. Statistically, factually, they are most likely to be raped.

Is there some fuckn loophole somewhere that says trans women can legally rape people? And we gotta do something about that?

NO! In fact, in the US, it's functionally legal to assault and even kill trans women. These dudes are always fucking getting away with it, they just have to claim they were 'surprised' or some shit.

So then why do they always bring up rape?

Because they are trying to create an association between trans women and predatory behavior. To vilify them. As a Mexican American woman let me tell you that this is EXACTLY like when Trump brought up Mexican people EVERY FUCKN TIME he immediately brought up rape and drugs.

It's creating a connection in the minds of your audience. It is a process of hate. It is a process of dehumanization. And what does it directly precede? An oppressive action. They do it when they want to persecute a group of people and they don't want anyone to stop them.

It's hate and it should chill you to your core. They are out there killing these women! They are abusing and killing trans women, and trying to make you hate them so they can accrue even more clout and power. If you claim to be a decent human being, I'm gonna need you to give a fuck about that.

Then they act like they do it out of feminism.

They say...oh, we support women being 'unfeminine'. Trans men, for example, should just be butches and not trans their genders...

Oh fuck you. I was there. I was called every name in the book for not being feminine enough. It was right wingers who told me I should have been born a man. That I needed to change. To conform.

And now these same people are saying...oh we're on your side. We think we should get rid of gender stereotypes, not have all this trans-ness going.

Fuck you, you don't care about gender stereotypes.

Kids, never, ever, ever, ever trust someone who allies with alt right, far right, homophobic conservatives. They don't care about you. They aren't feminist.

Every election period I am reminded of who my sisters are. My cishet so called sisters who vote right wing with their husbands and ally with their whiteness and their class are not my fucking sisters. (I'm American, but I know this isn't unique to us)

If you support autonomy for women, and I mean ALL women, then you are my sister (or brother, or sibling, I claim you, I fuck with you is what I'm saying). If you lift up other women, the way my friend Mari did, then I claim you.

But if you claim to believe in improving the lives of all women, then that simply must include trans women.

Your so called feminism simply cannot include mocking women for looking masculine. It simply cannot include defining women by their genitalia. It simply cannot include policing women's genitalia or child rearing capacity.

They say...oh define women. Give us a definition then. You lose because you can't define women.

Fuck you.

I don't need to define women. I just need to love women, to be in solidarity with women. And I do. I support us. I volunteer for Planned Parenthood. I give money to pro-choice women who run for office. (again, women who support women) My home stays open to women leaving abusive relationships. I've housed at least five women over the past five years. I don't talk about it online because that's not why I do it. I do it because we need to stick together. So that's what I do. I march. I care. I give a shit.

And I appreciate anyone who stands with us of any gender you've got. Men? Awesome, stand right here. You've got a new gender? Fucking awesome. Stand right here. Hold this sign.

And as for trans women?

They are trying to legislate trans women's rights to medical procedures, to access to their own bodies.

I know what that's like.

They want to humiliate trans women for not meeting this high standard of 'feminine'

Shit, I know that what that's like too.

They want to define trans women by their internal organs and demean them for not functioning as a womb?

Me too, sister.

The thing is, I believe in trans women. In all trans people. Do you seriously fucking think that seven billion unruly human goddamn beings can (or should) neatly fit into ONE OF TWO FUCKING BOXES AND STAY THERE OBEDIENTLY NO MATTER WHAT THEIR OWN COMFORT AND HAPPINESS DICTATES? That's the most implausible, deranged thing I've ever heard.

Gender and social roles exist to serve humans. NOT the other way around.

I will always believe this. Human well-being first. Human dignity first. Social roles if they help, if they fit, if people like them. If not, chuck em.

So, yeah. I know this is a fandom blog. But I'm sitting here reading my friend's pain posthumously and I'm so angry. I'm just so angry.

How do I wrap this up? I don't know. I don't know everything. I'm not an expert or a scientist. I'm an Old and I have to google half the words I see online that people use when they talk about their gender or sexual orientation. (I've learned a lot these past few years on here!) So I'm not the expert. I don't understand it all. (who does??? LITerally NO ONE). I've made mistakes, I'll keep making mistakes. Unproblematic? I don't know her. No one does. Our asses are all problematic.

I just know that I give a shit about people, that I care about my fellow women, and that is literally all you have to do. And anyone who harasses, abuses, or just makes their lives miserable in general is on my shit list.

So yeah. Trans rights, folks. And feminists? If your feminism includes genitalia checks, it's not feminism it's fucking bigotry.

Thanks for reading x

[sku11s1asher]

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jake riley x male reader

he may be ooc as I don’t know him that well but I tried

FEM DNI (you will be blocked)

this is smut (surprising ik) ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+. this is my best try at making a feminine male reader (there will be more feminine pet names and reader is imagined w/ femine clothes) so if you have any suggestions to help me pls tell me! alsoooo mention of drugs (just ppl having them at school, reader isn’t drugged nor takes drugs) .

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Your last class of the day finally finished, it felt like forever when it was maybe 40 minutes long. You and your friends started talking while walking down the stairs until, you looked over and saw the same cop look at you. You rolled your eyes, “Whoever he is he’s such a weirdo.” Your friends laughed, “Or maybe he thinks your a druggie.” One said and punched your cheek. “Get off me weirdo.” You lightly pushed them and walked away. “Awww we’re sorry our little baby, did we offended you?” You stopped and glared at them, “Meet me outside right now.” Sadly you didn’t see the cop next to you, “No violence.” You took a deep breath and looked at the cop to realize it’s the one who keeps looking at you. “It was a silly little joke, you think he’d honestly try to fight us?” One of your friends said. The cop just walked away.

“Guys he’s totally a creep, you gotta listen to me.” You said. “My boyfriend isn’t a creep you dumbass, don’t be jealous you can’t pull any bitches.” You acted offended, “Did YOU, just say I can’t get any bitches? I can pull anyone I want.” Your friended looked at you like you were stupid, “Go talk to them guys over there and get their number.” You looked and saw two guys who went to your school, “Them are the ones who always has the drugs.” You looked back at your friend, “Are you trying to make me get free drugs for you?!” Your friend playfully hit you, “NO! Just go talk to them!” You sighed but got up, you were going to prove all of them wrong, you can pull bitches.

You were starting to regret even getting up. As soon as you went to them they looked at you like they were about to eat you alive. “Hey I was wondering if I could get both of your numbers..” you gave them a sweet smile. “Sure.” They both gave you it and you chatted a little more until you felt someone glaring at the back of your head, you turned around and thought it was your friends waiting for you but they were just talking. You excused yourself from them and went back to your friends, “We’re y’all staring at me? I swear I felt someone like glaring at me.” They all said no and you went on with your day.

When you went home that night, you felt something was off but you couldn’t stop thinking about that officer, you would never admit this to anyone but he does magical things to you for some reason.

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Rumors were going around about the cops talking to students and some other stuff, you didn’t pay attention because well, you didn’t do any drugs nor interact with the people who do them. So you should be safe, well at least you thought. You were walking back to your class after using the bathroom and heard someone say your name, “Are you Y/N L/N?” You turn around and see the officer you thought about last night and maybe jacked off to last night, “Yes I am, why?” You felt your pants get tighter the more you heard his voice. “Follow me, I’ve got to ask you some questions.”

You followed him into this room you had never seen before, you were guessing it was an old room they decided to clean up for now. “Sit down.” You didn’t think twice before complying, all you could pay attention to was his muscles and the way his mouth moved, you even pretended to tie your shoe just so you could get only look at his crotch. God, you’re such a weird pervert. You didn’t know he knew everything you were doing, all he had to do is act like he didn’t notice. “So do you know anyone here that might sell anything?” He asked, you shook your head no. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak to him. “Well I hope you know, some officers caught you speaking to them, are you perhaps selling drugs?” “No! I was just asking them for their numbers.”

After answering the rest of his questions he dismisses you, “Well I shouldn’t keep you any longer, you’re free to go. “You didn’t want to leave, so you had to quickly say something,” Well, I do know something else…” He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “What are you waiting for..? Can you tell me?” You glared at him, “Well I WOULD tell you if you didn’t have an attitude, now you gotta work for it.” You smirked. “No sweetheart, you can go ahead and tell me. You brought it up in the first place.” He looked at you with a glare. You wanted to say so much risky stuff but you thought he wouldn’t show any interest in you, at least you thought so. If only you paid more attention to his eyes.

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You don’t know what happened much after that but, at the moment you do know you are on your knees in front of him. “Don’t be shy, go ahead and suck, I’ve seen your eyes looking the whole time I was talking to you.” You unzipped his pants and pull down his boxers just enough for you to be able to suck his cock. You looked at it and wondered how you were going to fit that in your mouth, he grabbed your head and pushed it closer, “The more you stare, the more impatient I get.” You slowly put his tip in your mouth and swirled your tongue on his tip before putting more in your mouth. You were only halfway and felt like gagging, your mouth was too full for you to handle.

You felt him run his fingers through your hair, it felt refreshing even though you were practically choking on his cock. You looked up at him and saw that he had his eyes closed. “You are doing so good, princess.” His hand suddenly pulled you back by your hair, “Why’d you make me stop?” You asked. “I don’t want to cum first.” He picked you up and placed you on the table, “Have you ever had sex? Or a better question, have you had at least some type of dildo inside you?” Straight to the point, you thought, “What do you think?” “I don’t know, I’m asking you for a reason, love.” Does he think you just gave him the most amazing head in the world without any experience?! “I have obviously, use that cop brain of yours.”

“You have a nasty attitude.” He said after bending you over quickly. You didn’t have any time to think before you felt your pants and panties get pulled down, “Aw, these are so cute.” He wouldn’t let you speak a single word and just stuck his fingers in your mouth. “Get them nice and wet, unless you’d rather me go in dry.” You felt drool drip on your chin, gross. Once he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, he circled them around your hole. “Are you ready?” He asked, “Now you are asking? Just hurry up already before someone comes in here.” He complied and didn’t waste a second before shoving them in you. A moan ripped out of you, “You sound beautiful, princess.”

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Your hands were gripped onto his shoulders, leaving marks but neither of you cared. You tried to hide your moans but couldn’t, his fingers were hitting all the right spots, “Please-” Begging for no particular reason, “Please what?” “Don’t stop!” He smirked, “I wasn’t planning on it.” You were about to cum, he felt you tighten around his fingers so he went faster. After a couple of seconds, you cummed for the first time that night. “Good job, love.” He reached for something and pulled out a condom. “You have condoms but not lube..?” He just looked at you and didn’t respond with words but with his actions. The condom was on and he slowly pushed into you, making sure to hold your hand in the process even if you didn’t ask for it. Once he was in fully, he waited until he felt some movement from you before pulling out and slamming back in.

This may be yalls first time fucking but, he knew all the right places to hit. “Jake!” You were starting to moan a little too loud, and even though he loved you moaning his name, he didn’t want to get caught. He somehow took off your panties when you were on cloud 9, and shoved them in your mouth. Mumbled words and moans came out of your mouth while he continued to fuck you like no tomorrow. His thrust were starting to become faster and harder, indicating he was close. You squeezed around him which made him groan, “Fuck, calm down a little bit.” In reality, he didn’t care how hard your hole clenched around him, you were so warm and soft inside that he got lost in the feeling. Before he knew it, he cummed. You still were erect, so he gave you a short handjob to finish the job.

You were calming down while he started to clean up the place a little bit, “I hope you enjoyed our little session.” He whispered in your ear. You let out a short moan as he cleaned you up as much as he could. He handed you some water, “I don’t have anything to eat on me sorry.” “It’s fine, you can just take me out on a date later tonight to make up for it.” You replied with a smile. He quickly scribbled down something on a piece of paper and put it in your pocket. He gave your ass a squeeze, “Cant wait to see you tonight, princess.”

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This was requested by: @weepingsandwichenemy

Sorry for taking so long to upload, I’ve been all over the place with some stuff. I’m trying to get back into writing so I’m sorry if the smut/ending is disappointing ☹️

[butchviking]

could u describe your feelings about Cheerard

ogh man. i am like always going off about this 2 people but u put me on the spot like that i get scared. um.

well. first of all she represents freedom 2 me. gerard has clearly always been kind of a feminine dude, "i was a girl to a lot of people growing up" "i have always identified a fair amount with the female gender" "masculinity has always made me feel like it wasnt right for me".. he expressed this 2 some degree w stage looks, w all the makeup & everything, and sure mcr have always had adoring fans but he also very much has always always been called a fag mcr have always all been called fags on the regular people have not always been kind. and hesitant alien era he was clearly going thru a lot and thinking about a lot. and from that angle it just meant the world to see him like. openly crossdress in the public eye for the first time (we know he's crossdressed before but never in the public eye u know?) and look so HAPPY. with his friends who support him. and u could feel the love u could see it u could almost hold it in ur hands. that was true of the whole tour ofc but it made me wail and cry seeing his buddies giving him a hug and everyone cheering and loving and supporting him. as a gnc person who has also gone thru Gender Issues. and the fact that he was doing it all at 45 with grey hairs and wrinkles and sinewy middle-aged-man legs. there is a future u know. there is a future. and theres happiness there. and he just looked like he was having so much fun and not giving a fuck.. again, vibe of the whole tour, but it was so special 2 see him dancing and jumping and twirling..

also. hm. hard to know how to phrase this one without just copying out a previously written essay. as a woman, who also was once a girl, feminity is something that has often been forced on me. the world has tried to make it a prison for me and i have chewed through the bars kicking and screaming. and over the years ive stubbornly gone very much the other way and eschewed anything that could b considered feminine and viewed all things feminine as evil and as a cage. bc thats what that was to me. but the thing is that not everything deemed feminine is necessarily bad. ive avoided gentleness and vulnerability as much as ive avoided superficial aesthetic markers of femininity like skirts and pink and whatever. (and i have lost some kindness but i was a girl too and you were just like me and i was just like you..) and. hm. you know that thing transmascs sometimes say about looking at transwomen and being like "i forgot that womanhood could be enjoyed i forgot that it isnt the burden to everyone that it was to me"? well obviously i dont agree with that. but as far as feminity rather than womanhood i think thats a fair parallel for how i feel about gerard way. there are things i have run from that i see him enjoy and it makes me see them a different way. and it makes me see that it doesn't have to be a prison and by god i do not have to move myself from one cage to another. i'll never be an aesthetically feminine person it's just not who i am or what i enjoy.. and dresses and skirts are superficial things.. but him doing his silly little twirls in his silly little cheerleader dress is a very visual representation of something more. its very symbolic 2 me. and i'll also never be exceptionally feminine in my behaviours or personality either and that's not a bad thing its who i am and im proud of who i am. sometimes anyway. but. there are traits i could do with letting in. that have been hard for me to let in. he/she (that is gerard/cheerard fjdksk gerard is a he hes a real human man but cheerard is a symbol a concept a character and she's a she to me. sorry i dont make the rules my brain does) is a representation of all of this 2 me.

all of this 2 say gender is fake and u can do what u want and u just have to be yourself and be what u want 2 be and be what makes u happy and what brings love and joy. and u dont have to sit in a hole about it u dont have 2 write emily or drugstore perfume u dont have to wish u could bring her back from the dead or whatever. sometimes u just gotta wear a silly little cheerleader dress and go have fun. metaphor but also very real 2 me i WILL be buying a custom made cheerard dress and it will probably b the only dress i'll ever wear in my adult life fjfkkdj

[ladyimaginarium]

Title: lemonade. Genre: Family, Friendship, Hurt-Comfort, Slice-Of-Life. Fandom: TWDG. Characters: Clementine Maria Jasmine Cree, Isis Onyx ( OC ), AJ ( cameo ). For: Aja / @creolejesus !! Summary: For the first time in a very long time, she felt soft. Feminine. Fierce. Beautiful. Magical. All her life, it seemed like she had to fight, but now, she can simply… unwind for what appeared to be the first time in forever. This was what peace looks like, she thinks, and she prays to any god that would listen that this won't be taken away from her like all the others before. Rating: 16+. Warning(s): Clementine discusses her experiences with antiblackness & texturism as a child in non-explicit detail. Overall, this is a very uplifting ficlet. A/N: this was a concept ficlet i'd& written a while back for my& dear friend aja where back when i& was in the rpc, clementine & isis were basically like a mother-daughter duo where isis would teach her hoodoo & black history & black feminism in the deep south in a ranch area with horses nearby a bayou !! keep in mind that all this was approved by aja who is a afro-indigenous ( specifically black cherokee ) writer who i& always know would make sure i& write accurately should she ever see something that needs fixing. i& write clementine ( & as she is also an introject in our& system ) as a afro-indigenous chinese two spirit nonbinary girl; isis belongs to aja & she is a black creole rootworker & witch from new orleans louisiana with a mysterious past. i& intentionally left this vague whether or not this was in the canon universe of the apocalypse or this is somethin' else but this was actually inspired by the visuals of beyonce's lemonade album, poc cottagecore ( or ig more specifically black & native cottagecore ) & like. i& always hced clem as like always having to codeswitch especially around nonblack and nonnative folx so that mostly white survivors wouldn't view her as a threat ( bc. antiblackness smh ) & so when she's around isis, she feels like she can let those walls down & be authentically herself; i& do my& best to respect the language & aja said i& did a wonderful job at writing it so correctly & with respect as yt folx are really out here doing the absolute most & acting like it's a meme language when it's a language w/ its own dialect, rules, history & culture. i always got like. warm colors & black cottagecore / black witchcore vibes w/ isis & i wanted to reflect that in the visuals bc clementine eventually does do natural protective hairstyles in the future when she grows out her hair so i& think it would've been cool if isis was the one who taught her how to do her braids & stuff like that !! this is all mostly headcanon & exomemory based on clem's part. i& only ask that out of respect considering that this is a gift for a friend that only aja reblogs it but anyone can like it. if you enjoyed this content & you want to leave a tip, you can do that here, while far more importantly, if you want to support black folx, especially queer black folx on juneteenth, you can do that here !! happy juneteenth, black folx who read this, you're so loved!<3333

"Well, ain'tcha' as sweet as a peach, sweetpea!" Isis shrills as her hands complete her latest masterpiece and holds a handheld mirror up for Clementine to see.

The sunlight filtered through the window as Clem's amber eyes gazed back at her reflection, mouth parting with no words coming out, a smile blossoming upon her lips. Her dark brown hair had been tied up in two beautiful afro puffs. "Thank you, ma'am, it's beautiful." Clem murmurs, feeling safe enough to let down her walls that she usually kept around nonblack and nonnative people, so many who had tried to look at her funny even as a child for even speaking in her peoples' dialect. A deep inhale as her eyes flicker over to baby AJ who was suckling on warm milk and honey in a bottle.

"When I was a girl, kids used t' laugh a' me when I went on the schoolbus, call my hair "nappy", look at me funny like I was a clown or Booboo the fool or somethin'," her voice wavers for a moment, trying to hold back the river of tears that was threatening to break the dam before her breath hitches, "an' then I used ta' come home from school cryin' sayin' I was ugly. My daddy never forgot that an' raised hell for all the city t'know, including that school. He used t' tell me every mornin' that I was beautiful and capable of doin' anythin' I set my mind to. I tried... God above, I tried to believe that message but I guess after a while I forgot 'bout it. Hell, I don't even even think I believed him."

Isis listened to every word she said quietly before her lips press gently over Clem's forehead. "You know, your daddy was right, baby. Look at your reflection fo' me."

Clem did as the older woman asked her and as they looked into the mirror together, her voice gently whispered into her ear. "That face is your ancestors staring back at'chu'. They love you, babygirl. Your eyes are as golden as the sun and your heart is even brighter, sweetpea. They're proud that you're here still livin' and breathin' here with me and baby AJ. How many kids your age know how ta' fight like a soldier? How many grown ass adults have the power you got? You keep holdin' your head high and don't let nobody play wi'tchu' 'cause you are that girl and you can be whoever you wanna be. Don't let nobody forget that, don't let nobody play wi'tchu, babygirl, you are not the one to be played with. Black is beautiful and so are you, baby. You hear me?"

The younger girl can't help but smile in the mirror, feeling the warmth of a thousand suns fill her heart, before she turns to the older woman who may as well have been a mother figure to her. She hadn't felt this way in so long that she wanted to cry. "I wanna make you AJ's godmother, miss Isis."

A golden smile graced the woman's features, a soft laugh as sweet as honeycomb filling the room in all its glory as the sun filtered through the window and illuminated her ginger curly locks, "I can be that for baby AJ, babygirl. Now," her doe brown eyes glinted in the sunlight, "you got the herbs I gotchu' to get fo' me? Lemme see. I'm gonna teach you a bit more on herbs and then we gon' ride on horseback together. How that sound, sweetpea?"

Clem nods, a grin revealing pearly whites, "Yes, ma'am," before she stands up and gets her wicker basket and unveils the basket to reveal rue, palo santo and ginger root, her white dress trailing across the floor of the cabin. For the first time in a very long time, she felt soft. Feminine. Fierce. Beautiful. Magical. All her life, it seemed like she had to fight, but now, she can simply... unwind for what appeared to be the first time in forever. This was what peace looks like, she thinks, and she prays to any god that would listen that this won't be taken away from her like all the others before.

[knownbyanothername]

there really is like..... an epidemic of older 'qerky' white women abusing younger afabs and telling them it's part of feminism to let them be abused

(putting this under a read more bc of abuse mentions and some slightly more... i guess it turned into a vent? but more in the sense that i started thinking about things. tell me if more warnings r needed)

and to clarify (I'm gonna put that I'm also white and afab so everyone knows where i stand) I'm also well aware that people like this also tend to be horribly transphobic towards transfemmes. and the reason why i say white women is because it's....usually 'cis white woman who thinks by pure virtue as a woman they can like do anything and get away w it because they refuse to acknowledge their own privilege'

but the reason i bring that all up is bc i just remember this... weird as fuck writing professor i had that was basically 'quirky white woman' and was just on purpose extremely bizzare and abrasive because when asked she was 'being the professor she wishes she had' when in reality from my end it made it difficult to go to class and at worst made me absolutely terrified of her

i think of both publishing professors i had who acted as if all writers were dumb babies who needed ~o great publishers~ to make sure they didn't publish anything STUPID or UNMARKETABLE

i think of the business 101 professor i had who put all of us under extraneous circumstances and then justified it with 'well i had to meet my group at 3am so you can too' and acted as if she did some great job of shaping me up when in reality that single class burnt me out so bad it affected my whole college career and just taught me 'no matter how hard you work or how much you cry or beg for help, no one will care or see it so don't try that hard it's not worth it'

i think of the fact that even in college the worst isolation I've felt is from other women

i think about the women's space i emailed asking for an interview for a class project who couldn't even be assed to get my (essentially now deadname) correct when responding to me and talked down to me implying i was wasting their time. i never entered that 'women's space' once during my entire college career, both mortified and realizing i wasn't welcome

no one took the abuse i had suffered seriously because it was from a 'poor old lady' who i was expected to just support like a martyr until she died or i did something to myself. i was taught not to exist.

i think about the fact that every women who i confided in about my abuse in my hometown excused it in some way or another

i think about the fact that it's been mostly other women who essentially defined me as a 'failed girl', even my own parent, and bared me from traditional feminine things that i now finally feel like i can enjoy. it's a miracle i even got an autism diagnosis considering the (female) person i spoke to advised i 'likely don't have adhd' because of the fact i masked and had so many systems, essentially. i was ignored because i wasn't fun quirky, i was 'we're going to act as if you're a failure of an adult but no one will reach out to show you how to do anything'. the response i got from every group i interacted with, implicitly, (of women) was just 'get away from me you fucking freak' without saying that.

all the worst abuse I've suffered, in one way or another, has been from another afab. repeatedly, a circle of time that contorted me to other people.

i think about the fact that i fucking hate most lesbian circles because of how violatile they are, desperate to find the 'imposter' among them, that they make being an asshole their main personality trait.

so when i look at colleen i look at someone i know that at one point my college could have defended. i see one of my many FEMALE professors who decided 'quirky' equated to 'funny emotional abuse'. older women who I've seen repeatedly decide 'i can scold you for not being an adult to my standards but as the matriach I've earned the right to act like a child'

it's a miracle i graduated. well i did, but at the cost of any personhood of mine.

[sawaislollygagging]

Talk about equality.

Last night, me and my flatmate were talking about equality, and we ended up in the kitchen until 2 a.m. He told me a story on a day: He was taking an escalator at Baker Street station, and suddenly two young black boys who had golf clubs pushed him. They were behaving so rudely towards him, and it was obvious. I asked him, "Were they rude to you on purpose? Do you think that they did it to you because you are black like them? He said, "Yes, I'm sure".

In his theory, the black boys think that "we are black, but sophisticated and civilised." We are the same as white. Oh, you are also a black man, but you do not have a golf club, and you are not sophisticated. Maybe you are a cleaner on the street."

He also added that they did not notice or did not care that he was taller than them and maybe even stronger. Although he did not have a golf club, they pushed him. Why do people challenge someone who has more power in society by just copying them instead of creating an original way? Why do they not play harmonica or bass guitar instead of golf, which is thought of as a sport for middle-class, posh white men?"

"As soon as they copy someone, they may think the custom or tradition is not only theirs, and they will create something new thing. and people copy it again. Why do they not try to find something different and have power in their field? Then, finally, they can be equal, isn't it? If you copy them, it is the same as admitting they are higher than you. You admit them; they are superior to you." He said that the feminist movement is the same. Women wanted to wear masculine clothes to show the same power as men. Women, like men, began to smoke cigarets.

I did not agree with him that women just lacked originality. In my view, women had to vanish their femininity; otherwise, society did not even think they were treated as humans. If they did not wear trousers, men saw them as sex icons; they could not be evaluated and compared to men. Also, it is related to the power differences between men and women. If women had exactly the same body as men and if there were no possibility of being harassed or raped, they would not have to wear trousers.

I remember that I was wearing skirts and heels when I started working. However, I remember that when I got a chance for a business trip abroad or something good feedback from the company, an older guy told me some stupid assumptions; he implied that I was using my femininity to get the opportunities and good evaluation. Since then, gradually, I started wearing non-feminine clothes; I was still wearing skirts some times, but I hated to be seen in my femininity, took it as a sexual way, and was taken advantage of by men. On the other hand, some older women in the workplace were still accepting their gender roles as women. They were loved by everyone. But I couldn't see them, and it hurt me terribly. I could not tolerate that one of my workmates (so smart, so efficient, and so beautiful) said that "In my department, men are kind of in front of the sales and women are working behind them to get data, handle administration, and support them. It is a tradition that has not changed for many years". It was so sad to hear that, and it made me mad.

Unfortunately, in some companies, some stupid people still think that some women use their sexual power to get opportunities. Wearing "non-feminine clothes" is not only not copying men but also the only solution to being seen as human.

It is a very complicated problem. I am against his idea regarding feminism, but I agree in terms of ethnicity. When I see Japanese women who got married abroad, they kind of have similar styles. No fringe, long hair with highlights, emphasising their cheekbones with their cheeks, wearing sexy clothes instead of layered style… I was wondering why they all have this trend. But that sounds like just copying white women. W-H-Y? Why do they rule out Japanese beauty and original styles and try to adopt white people here? Why do we set our beauty standards the same as white people? It gives me a headache when I start thinking.

[quacka-quacka]

I mentioned Paul's strong resistance to being recognized as effeminate man or gay (here). Although he can hang out with gay guys, wear rainbow flag in public [yeah I definitely need to write that again in case someone didn't see it], being considered gay or "cute" is beyond endurance. I know someone love to interpret this as "don't want to his sexuality being mislabeled", which indeed looks sensible when it comes to the homosexuality, but this excuse can't be applied to the "cute" thing, right? You can't say being cute or feminine is the same thing as being gay, can you? Well, I can hear Paul's every single cell screaming O!M!G! Feminine! all the time. He doesn't want himself have anything to do with feminine, which, unfortunately can not be simply regarded as personal preference, it's indeed a despising of femininity, and femininity? Of course it's about female. Yes, "phallicism", the worship of masculine are still popular in today's society, but it doesn't mean it's right. I have to say Paul's thought is the product of this society, not to mention that he is an old man who grow up in a working-class family six decades ago, we can't demand him that much. His attitude towards women is the same thing.

PAUL: We were more amazed to see the [Japanese] women leaping up out of the seats for the promoter, because we'd never seen that in the West. The subservience of the women was amazing. They'd say, 'Oh God, I'm sorry - was I in your seat?' I remember us getting back to Britain and saying to our wives and girlfriends, 'I wouldn't want you to do that, but maybe it's a direction worth considering?' Promptly rejected.

— The Beatles Anthology

Although Paul seems to know that it's pretty cool for a woman to pursue her own career, like admitting Jane was famous before he was, allowing Linda to write a cookbook or have a photography exhibition, the androcentrism is too ingrained for him to forsake. He acknowledged Jane's achievements but still wanted her to give up work completely:

'I always wanted to beat Jane down,' says Paul. 'I wanted her to give up work completely.'

'I refused. I've been brought up to be always doing something. And I enjoy acting. I didn't want to give that up.'

— Hunter Davies, The Beatles

He allowed Linda to do her own thing, but they are not entirely hers - all those projects are belong to MPL, and do not forget Paul said this after Linda's death:

She never did anything on her own because we were together so much. 

— Paul McCartney, interview w/ Chrissie Henderson for USA Week-end: Tears and laughter. (October 30, 1998)

That's so sweet to see Paul would support his wife any time, but on the other hand it also shows that Linda never get the chance to do something entirely on her own without Paul's interference after she got married. No wonder so many people from inner circle [including Linda, yeah] described Paul as "typical Northerner":

Linda confided that Paul was a ‘typical Northerner’ who believed women should stay at home while men worked.

— Bonnie Estridge, The Mail on Sunday. (March 20th, 2005)

Paul was raised the old-fashioned way. Men were the breadwinners; women stayed at home, had babies and tea on the table. He's still an old-fashioned guy, very careful with money.

— Ruth McCartney

Like the other Beatles, he [Paul] was essentially an old fashioned Liverpool man, who wanted his woman tucked away at home cooking the dinner and minding the kids.

— Cynthia Lennon, John

Jane was a serious actress and wanted to continue her career, but Paul had other ideas. That’s why Linda was so perfect for Paul; she was just what he wanted, an old-fashioned Liverpool wife who was completely devoted to her husband.

— Marianne Faithfull, Memories, Dreams and Reflections

I'd say Paul was not that old-fashioned, at least he allowed his wife to do other things besides being a full-time nanny, but everything she does must cater his needs. As Jane once mentioned, he always wants his girl to adore him like fans:

The trouble is, he wants the fans’ adulation and mine too. He’s so selfish; it’s his biggest fault. He can’t see that my feelings for him are real and that the fans’ are fantasy.

— Jane Asher, Love Me Do! The Beatles’ Progress by Michael Braun

I know some of the fans can't wait to jump up now and shout "Paul and Jane didn't have a mature relationship!" "He's much mature after he meet Linda!" "Paul and Linda had a very very very healthy relationship!" Ok, if you really did some research, you may know that he's never mature enough to know how to fully respect women, at least before the end of divorce with Heather Mills. I have seen the theory appears too many times that Paul and Linda's marriage is the result of careful consideration: Linda came along with a ready-made child and she's ready to marry again - well, I regret to tell you both Paul and Linda wouldn't agree with you.

I was a great disappointment to my family When I got married [to a geologist] and moved to Arizona, it was crazy. I had been pressured by men all my life. I rather liked being on my own, making my own decisions. I had actually sworn to myself that I would never get married again.

— Linda McCartney, interview for Playgirl: An intimate conversation with pop’s preeminent pair. (February, 1985)

As she says, she's quite enjoy her freedom and had absolutely no interest in marriage. What did Paul do? He "twisted her arm" to make her agree.

I persuaded Linda to come to London for a visit. Then I rang Heather in New York and said, ‘Heather, will you marry me?’ She was five. ‘No, don’t be silly,’ she said. ‘I’m too young.’ ‘Well, I can wait,’ I said. So we went to New York and brought her back to London to live with us, and I twisted Linda’s arm and finally she agreed to marry me.

— Paul McCartney, interview for Playgirl: An intimate conversation with pop’s preeminent pair. (February, 1985)

Linda also said neither of them knew what they were doing when they got married:

LINDA: 'So instead of getting an agent I met Paul instead and got married. Or I was going through a transition then and didn't know quite what I was doing and he obviously didn't know quite what he was doing so we ended up marrying instead.'

— Paul McCartney: Many Years From Now

Again, I'm not saying Paul and Linda never loved each other or their marriage was completely made up for media, but I don't think his marriage with Linda enabled him to prioritize other's feelings [his status as one of the four head monsters doesn't help]. Linda's overmuch unilateral compromises certainty don't make him look mature. Let alone his excessive dependence on her.

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Reply to all these who think feminize Paul/men is a bad thing:

You love to say that Paul doesn't want the cute title because people used to mock him by that. I understand it. But do you ever think about why being feminine is not taking him seriously? Do you ever think about this is the discrimination about femininity from the whole society? Why does a man must be despised when he has anything to do with femininity? And Paul's approach is denying his femininity, which is the same with those who mock it, like - a man being feminine is a shame because it means he can't be "respected" like other men. It's the recognition of this concept, which is outdated if you think about it.

P.S. Someone who reblogged my post doesn't seem to like the sentence "there must be many sweet moments between Paul and Linda". Ok, I delete it then.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

reading every article in my twitter likes part 2

[part one]

boy oh boy that last batch had some real heavy hitters. I hope this one starts off with something a little more uplifti-

article 21: "Alyson Stoner, Former Disney Channel Star, Opened Up About Child Actor Trauma" by Sara Delgado at Teen Vogue. wow, heartbreaking! celebrity is a curse and I hope Alyson Stoner is able to find peace.

article 22: "What Does Alice Sebold Owe Anthony Broadwater?" by Zeba Blay at Jezebel. summed up very well by this passage: "There are no winners in this system. Alice Sebold lost the peace she ostensibly wanted from knowing that her rapist was behind bars, no longer a spectre haunting her everyday life, no longer in a position to harm anyone else who had harmed her. Broadwater lost his personal freedom, his reputation, his life and his light. I don’t believe, ultimately, that the justice system ever had the capability of giving either of them the justice they deserve. Alice Sebold put her faith in a carceral feminism designed to weaponize her white femininity against Black people."

article 23: Teen Vogue again, they were on a roll in December. this article is an excerpt from stylist Aja Barber's book Consumed:The Need for Collective Change: Colonialism, Climate Change, and Consumerism. reader I'm sorry but I did get bored and tap out about 2/3 of the way through this one.

article 24: another Alice Seabold hot take, "Alice Sebold's Lucky Reads Very Differently Now," courtesy of the inimitable Scaachi Koul at BuzzFeed. like Blay, Koul is sympathetic to both parties, but she also takes a sharp knife into Sebold's memoir Lucky to more sharply criticize the ways Sebold played into the racist system that wrongly convicted Broadwater.

article 25: and now for something completely different! "Here's Why Movie Dialogue Has Gotten More Difficult To Understand (And Three Ways To Fix It)" by Ben Pearson at /Film. somebody let me know what the ways to fix it are, because I also gave up on this one. learning about things outside my field is interesting sometimes but not when they're this long and not when it's about Film, which I fundamentally do not give a shit about.

article 26: "The escalating cost of being single in America" by Anne Helen Petersen at Vox - and yes, that is about literal financial costs. there's a lot of discussion of taxes and other legal systems whose jargon might be a turnoff for some readers but this is a really solid piece. the word amatonormativity isn't mentioned anywhere but it is a symptom of the amatonormativity, babes.

article 27: "What Trying To ‘Look Expensive’ On TikTok Says About Us" by Bethan Kapur for Refinery29. spoiler alert: what it says about us that we have severely limited ideas of what's aspirational.

article 28: "Mr. Beast’s Squid Game Ripoff Is Exactly the Kind of Video YouTube Rewards" by love of my life Gita Jackson at Vice. short, brutal, and too the point: this shit sucked and a lot of content creators are creating nothing.

article 29: "When One People’s Sci-Fi Is Another People’s Past" by Abaki Beck at Bitch. an interesting piece about Native resistance and resilience through the colonialism-haunted genre of speculative fiction.

article 30: to my UTTER DELIGHT this one is "Keanu Reeves Knows the Secrets of the Universe" by Ryan D'Agostino for Esquire. I want to pick his brain I want to fuck him I want to be him I want to put him in a jar and shake him I want to sit with him in comfortable silence and not bother him at all.

[caroldantops]

sorry i'm going to be annoying but i was thinking of that ask u got abt how when ppl write characters as tops they masculine-ize them and while i agree that does happen i feel like it's kinda valid w nat? i believe that she's very feminine in character but i also feel like she was so over-sexualized that she wouldn't be as hyper feminine as she was just w her characterization? i think black widow was way more accurate w that like she gives me jeans and sweats and leather jackets and lots of earrings and pretty braids vibes and that's what they did. like she's feminine but edgy-sporty feminine.

post ramble realization note: i think that when i made my like opinion on that ask i feel like i had like...something completely different in mind than what y'all are talking about LMAO so i was sitting here trying to like meld my answer to fit both things but now i just am realizing i was on a completely different page and im not even exactly sure how to put what i was thinking about into words right now so...yeah. when im more coherent maybe I'll be able to piece my thoughts together more. or maybe i never will. that's more likely honestly, it's really not important jslgkjlsdfkg

anyway my pre-realization that im stupid answer is below

i agree with most of this! i definitely do think that a lot of her feminization in mcu canon comes from her oversexualization. however i also think that natasha is very much a character that vibes with both more masc n femme styles, and doesn't necessarily think much of it, yknow?

but i also don't think that natasha is a character that i even like....think runs into this question of masculinization within fics for me?

honestly like the character i think is the main one that runs into that issue is wanda, because IMO she's one of the more strongly feminine characters in the mcu, so to imbue her with more masc vibes feels incredibly off to me. other characters that lean more feminine where that could even become a question aren't really written as often so it doesn't come into play

i think that this is just a general wlw fandom issue though, like for me it feels much more of a broader wlw fic writing problem rather than characters that i generally interact with on the daily (i am looking at u supergirl fandom)

[princeanxious]

I never saw the au as saying that men with long hair, are less of a man/person. I saw it as a symbol of the repressive upbringing he had, and him cutting it was a way to finally express himself as a person. It related to me growing up in a religiously oppressive home and being able to express myself as an adult. Obviously you're free to do whatever you want with your au but not everyone saw the original idea that way

I hear you! and I think I might’ve been a little more vague than I think made sense because I’m still taking the time to work on it but I’ll try my best to explain my thought process and the full scale of what I’d meant by that, yeah?

I think it’s more about the fact that I had had his hair described more as its long because its purposely untouched ‘by humanity’, and kind of eluding to that being weird or unnatural, and pairing it with the fact that Virgil was raised and expected to serve these gods as their servant, putting him in a dress and leaning towards more negative feminine leads in his backstory, its rather just been.. tactless of me? like, hnng. Funnily enough it had yet to occur to me that giving Virgil long hair could be like, a feminine thing, which wasn’t intentional.(I just, really wanted to draw Virgil with rly heckin long hair) 

And I ended up putting my foot in my mouth by adding in the fact that he was a boy raised by seemingly only feminine figures(again, not intentional and not technically true w/ the au, but so far i have only ever mentioned Virgil’s would-be roll models as women, which, y’know. intentional or not still isn’t painting anything good when it comes to the fact that he was specifically raised to be a servant) and, now that I realize these things, it makes sense on how one might see the way that I’ve given Virgil an oppressive situation with his long hair as specifically a feminized restriction(i think? I don't know a better word for it) and thus giving the impression that feminizing Virgil was another part to his position of being the Pantheon’s Servant.(which, holy fuck, that was *definitely not* intentional)

You’re approach is what I was aiming for representing, and I still plan for to write his experience and growth as a character in that way, focusing on learning how to express himself how he wants, I believe I just handled the setup rather tactlessly, y’know?

Not everyone is gonna think that I meant it that way, yes, I know I didn’t intend to write it that way, but it doesn’t hurt to take a step back and reassess things when someone brings up something you didn’t know about, hadn’t known about or even realized could have been, but now do. 

I’d feel awful if I tried to just brush it aside without taking the time to think about it and realign myself and do that extra step of fixing what I hadn’t intended, because to me that carelessness is not okay. 

And that take is certainly not what I’m aiming for. It may not have occurred to or offended me, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t capable of doing so to someone else. Even if things don’t need change too much with the au to fix that issue, I still think it’s necessary to be transparent about it, y’know?

I just wanted to bring it up to let everyone know what I was thinking now that I was aware of it, bc this take on the au was never intended to be written that way.

I can only really explain how I feel about it in so many words without really knowing how to proceed, bc I so desperately want this au to work, because I dont know if much of my idea actually has to change and if I just have to be alot more tactful? because just saying that I dont mean it that way doesn’t feel like enough

[gncmaya]

yo dude. yknow trans ppl think u can be any gender u want with any reason u want, right? like u can just be a woman bc it’s what feels best out of all the options, or bc u know most ppl will assume ur a woman based on how u look & just want to go along w that. u dont have to b a radfem to think that

yo. yknow there's more to being a radfem than just not agreeing with trans ppl, right? I didn't go into that much detail bc I was mainly just venting, but you seemed to have missed the part of my post where I said I also agreed with the other aspects of radical feminism. @radicallyaligned's pinned post is a great introduction if you are unaware of them. I had been frustrated with many of the positions of liberal/mainstream feminism long before I started looking into radfem theory. I'm not a radfem because they're the only ones affirming my special gender feels the mean trans people don't like uwu, if that's what you think. I'm a radfem because it's a political ideology, of which being gender critical is only one facet, that I believe in.

But besides that, you still missed the point. I'm not a woman because "it's what feels best" or anything else; it's a neutral fact about my physical reality of being a member of the female sex. I don't have a gender. I don't believe in the concept. Telling me that I can be any gender I want is like telling me to pick which church I want to attend and completely ignoring the very crucial fact that I am an atheist.

I appreciate you coming to talk to me in what I assume is good faith instead of just insulting me, so I'll ask you this question, also in good faith: what does it mean to be a woman?

I have searched and searched for a definition other than "adult human female" that wasn't either circular or drenched in regressive, sexist stereotypes and have yet to find one. After all, how can I call myself a woman if I don't actually know what one is? Maybe you know what it means, I'd genuinely love to hear it. How would you explain what a woman is to, say, an alien completely unfamiliar with the concept of gender? How would you explain the difference between women and men and nonbinary people? Saying something like "a woman is anyone who identifies as a woman" makes the word meaningless as it fails to actually define the word. I hope I don't have to explain why definitions that rely on sexist stereotypes (eg "women are nurturing and empathetic/men are confident and leaders" or "women are aligned with femininity/men are aligned with masculinity") won't work and shouldn't be used.

This leaves identifying as a woman because it's personally what makes that person comfortable/feels right somehow. Except the problem with this definition is that there's no analysis of why someone "feels" like one word or another. It completely ignores the fact that, unlike that alien I previously asked you to explain gender to, human beings do have background knowledge on gender and identity and gender roles and sexism etc. They have a lot of it, most of it is subconscious, and they have been learning it since birth. This focus on the individual doing what feels best for them with no class or societal analysis creates huge problems and is an issue that exists throughout liberal feminism (eg makeup/shaving/the beauty industry in general not being criticized because it makes some women feel good so what's the harm?). Which means that without any concrete or consistent definition of words like "woman" and "man," sexist stereotypes, unconscious biases, and internalized misogyny are the only things people have to determine their feelings about these words, whether they realize it or not.

So I ask again: what does it mean to be a woman? How can anyone truly determine if they "feel like a woman" if no one can actually say what a woman is?

[hadtochangemyurlquick]

Any thoughts on Dave Goodkind being gay himself? I know it's a hated trope because some str8 ppl will call all homophopbes "closet cases" and it feels like they're putting the problem of homophobia on us. There's just something about him that makes me believe he relates a bit too much to Shelby's struggle. At the very least I think there's a discussion to be had about how he's not that masculine and how his wife isn't even that feminine, plus she's a bit taller than him (I think this was pointed out by quinnfebrey before but not sure)

i don't particularly see a lot of evidence for him to be gay. I do think his femininity is interesting though but I think that has more to do with... class.

i'm sorry i know i bring it into literally everything now i deeply (but not sincerely) apologize. i have a working theory that actually late stage capitalism requires feminity to advance.

if we think about what masculinity looks like we don't really picture the "winners" of late stage capitalism. Jeff Bezos, Elon Musk, these two billionares often display traits that we traditionally associate with feminity. Manipulation, scheming, being two faced. If you think about our old "winners" like Carnagie or Ford they'd plow over acres of indignous land, shoot union workers straight in the chest, and if people tried to stop them they'd tell them to fuck off. And there's an argument to be made that since then our justice system has gotten a lot stronger which would prevent similar actions but. but.

elon musk and jeff bezos get away with the same shit but they do that while posting on twitter about saving the environment or their workplace being progressive

elon musk purchasing the title of Founder of Tesla, without really earning it is not a very masculine thing to do. It is something we associate with the feminine, the idea of appearances over action. I mean it's the whole culture of #girlboss and #weneedmorewomenceos

i'm still working on this theory and would love some thoughts on it but that's basically the rundown.

(this is not to say that the negative traits I explained are feminine, they are part of toxic femininty i think in the same way there's toxic masculinity, would love thoughts on that as well though too)

So let's look at good old dave through that lens.

he's into what we traditionally associate with the feminine. he cares about his appearance, does more cardio than weightlifting, and bonds the closest with his eldest daughter. He's advanced in late stage capitalism by manipulation. He doesn't control his family by force, the way a masculine man would, he does it through love, and emotions. It is feminine, anon, you're right about that. But I don't think he's gay.

For one thing, I don't think the showrunners would go there, I think by now they know it's an overused trope they narrowly avoided with Shelby, and I don't think they'll push their luck twice. For another thing, I think the whole "you need to be more careful" and him catching on so quickly was not because he related, but because he had been suspect of Shelby for awhile. At what time did he stop taking her hunting, make her quit youth soccer, enroll her in pageants, i bet a lot of that was based around what he knew very early on: shelby liked girls.

ultimately, we'll see.

Lastly, I disagreed w ur point about jobeth being more masculine. we see her looking at dave during shelby's performance concerned and a little afraid, we see her complimenting shelby's appearance, making everyone breakfast, traditionally woman stuff. her hair and makeup is always simple but there. I wouldn't say she's masculine just busy with three kids and an abusive husband. I think the bit about her being taller is just. like. nothing. I mean some people (rachel, fatin, toni, myself) like a woman taller than them.

and you know what, i will say that's not something i can fault dave on, very relatable.

[luccie-eclair]

Mini Gender Journey Post

Just kind of a ramblings of thoughts idk if this has been discussed. Feel free to interact w/ this (esp black trans folk). I think reading other thoughts on will kind of help me w/ my own.

I'm beginning to question my own gender (I'll refer to myself as a woman until I reach a clearer conclusion and for the sake of this post). And I guess I'm realizing how hard it is to begin the... process, I guess, of questioning my own gender. But especially for a black woman.

Idk if I'm the only who feels this way, but it seems like gender questioning is hard in general but most particularly for black FABs.

This is in no way to diminish or invalidate the struggles of nb questioning/trans folk. And I may be the only one who thinks this way.

But when I say "it seems esp hard for black FABs" I mean that black women have been, and are still, constantly emasculated by literally everyone. Because, since we were just children, black girls, black FABs are continuously hearing:

"she's too muscular... like a man"

"she's too hairy... like a man"

"she's too aggressive... like a man"

"she's too loud... like a man"

"her voice is too deep... like a man"

"her hair is too wild (read: kinky and natural hair)... like man"

"she's too [x]... like a man"

It's... It's this weird intersectionality of racism, misogyny, transphobia, and toxic beauty standards all being piled onto one group. There's nothing wrong with being a guy! And logically, we know that. But it's the way nb people would whisper it like it was scandalous that a girl should have higher testosterone levels. They'd sneer it at us as a way of insulting us. How dare a girl be similar to a boy?

And so in response, black women... we have to work three times as hard to be seen and acknowledged as women. Stay in shape, stay skinny, don't get too much muscle, user a higher pitched voice, talk softly, watch your tone, are you being too aggressive (read: direct), did you straighten your hair today so people don't confuse your "short" fro for a men's hairstyle, maybe wear something a little more feminine so that people KNOW you're a girl and not a boy.

Maybe it's just me, but I spent so much of my childhood trying to hyper feminize myself to combat the bigotry and bullshit (in conjunction with being a black pick-me for white people, but that's a whole other conversation) that I'm questioning my gender now and... I'm wondering if those people that called me a man and compared me to a boy as a way of teasing me and tearing into me are right.

I'm not a man. I know that I'm not a man. I don't want to be seen as masculine in the slightest. I like being feminine! But maybe I'm more nonbinary and simply like to look feminine. But I have to wonder: how much of this is actually my own thoughts and feelings and how much of it is a trauma response to the bigotry that I and so many other black women had to grow up with?

I've grown up thinking that I have to do all of this crap to earn a smidgen of acknowledgment as girl because it's harder for us (it is and I stand by that). And now that I'm older and I'm seeing things for what they are and really trying to confront my own gender ID (am I cis or am I enby she/they? Maybe I'm cis but I like she/they?) honestly... I have no clue where to start with unpacking all of this and processing it...

Anyway, happy pride to my fellow black girls, gays, and theys.

[hansoulo]

just felt like rambling abt narcos fics so disregard if you want lmao

(also this is like in no way dragging/hating on people who write readers who are also agents/journalists/tough characters bc i read those and have written them!! and i love them a lot!!! like i think they’re so great bc it’s such a fun dynamic to explore with the characters and it’s super cool)

anyways that being said, i just like,, love the idea of the reader not necessarily being a part of the characters’ work and kind of existing outside of that. i think it’s sorta bc i grew up in that weird early 2010s feminism where in order to be strong, you had to mimic masculine qualities or have traits that could be easily respected by a patriarchal society, like being able to fight or shoot or blow something up. obviously i’m not saying that female characters can’t do that, but it felt like, to me, for a really long time a “strong woman” just meant “woman who can act like a man.”

and i’m really not the kind of person who’s physically intimidating or tough-as-nails but for so long i was told that that was the only way to be bad-ass or empowered or whatever new buzzword people liked to throw around

but now, being able to write a more relatable character (in this case, the reader in both my series) as someone who doesn’t fight, who has more traditionally feminine qualities and isn’t shamed for it - is actually valued and respected because of those qualities - has been like ridiculously fucking cathartic.

the reader in AIAGS is human. she’s tender-hearted and she likes kids and she cries and she hurts and she needs to be comforted!!! and that’s okay!! just!! fuck!!!! w o m e n ! ! ! all types!! all kinds!! no matter who they are!!!

idk if any of this is even making a lick of sense bc it’s like 4 in the morning but i just felt like talking about why i write my stories the way i do and hopefully it provides like .,, some insight idk dsfdjhsfjh

tl;dr : soft and nice women are cool and strong and should be respected