#sorry feminism left the chat for a while

[kittycomrad]

hi! i recently started looking into radfem/“terf” ideology after years of being fed the “kill all terfs” rhetoric, and i feel like i’m understanding the point of all of this more than i ever thought i would. but i’m a little scared of being ostracized from my peers because of it. i’m worried about people lashing out, and i don’t like that i feel the need to hide how i feel about feminism. i’m not sure where i’m going with this really, i think i just want to safely admit this somewhere or maybe get some advice on how to get over the fear and guilt? idk. sorry for dumping this here! i just don’t know where else to go.

I totally get what you mean lol. When I told my friends about my change in positions a few of them were kinda surprised and were ready to get weirded out. I had to quickly explain how the whole concept is lowkey contradictory and is misogynistic and homophobic. Depends on how deep your peers are into the ideology tbh. You can drop subtle hints and use different choice of words. I remember i used to be in a tq plus discord chat room and i vented about how afab people and trans women have a lot of differences and how it will be dangerous and reductive to put them in the same category. Some guy started talking about how it seemed transphobic but i had to stand my ground while using their terminologies. I left the server after some time without the full mask off obvi. Stand your ground where you can and don't try to unnecessarily start shit (specially with the males, they're the most entitled and coddled out of them).

[samrsgyi]

Ok so maryannescrimsworth ask me to do a Blake Gallo x FEM! Reader and I love the idea. Thanks for the recommendation I'll take it from here

Blake Gallo x FEM! Reader headcannons...

- You were a strong woman apart of the Ritter-Gallo-Mikami squad and you were trying to help Gallo over come violet

- He was too obsessed with her. You couldn't tell if it was because of her Beauty and Feminity or her personality but you just had to stop him from getting to attatched

- Even Ritter was tired of the shit

- So one day while you and Blake were leaving to go to the fire station, you decided to have a little chat with him

- "Blake this can NOT go on forever, I need you to get over Mikami. You're to obsessed with her and you know I love you." You said. "So, do you not love me?" Tears flooded in your eyes. "No, no, I do, but it seems like there's something about her that attracts her to me." Said Blake. You looked at him in an angry way. You grabbed him hand and left him to the fire station. Tightening your grip on his hand you turned to face him with tears rolling down his face and said, "If you're really gonna break up with me then, do it already you, you, you b*tch."

- He felt sorry for you, he did. So, he decided to make up for it and bought a ring. It was getting closer to sunset and he came from home and decided to propose to you. And you said yes and both made pinky promises.

- Violet was happy for you both, but the only reason why she liked Gallo back was because of the Hawkins incident, but the Ritter-Mikami squad was proud of Gallo for being so brave and having enough courage to propose to you

- You got violet into some other relationships but it didn't work out but you kept trying until you got it

[blairswldorfs]

There’s a new girl...... if they make her Culebra’s love interest istg

[middle-eastern-queen]

Toxic feminity strikes Dizi land… again.

Ok, we have to talk Leyla and Uc Kurus. Efe and Leyla are my favourite couple from the show. But Leyla… gurllll… we need to chat.

I’ve talked in my blog previously about how recent Dizi’s have mistaken feminism for Toxic Feminity, and how it’s become a trend. For example, I’ve whined about AMI and SCK before, and how the main female characters, in an attempt to look like “strong independent women” are sometimes doing the most morally questionable things and getting no consequences for them. Because you know… “they’re strong woman”. While the dude ends up being the bad guy instead… for no reason.

This has occurred in Uc Kurus too. I’m sorry, but Leyla’s behaviour at this point is intolerable. Like bruh, you brother KILLS people. He freed the person who KIDNAPPED you. And you have the nerveeeeeeee to yell at Efe and make him the bad guy… for being a police officer and doing the… right thing?!

HUH?!

Like at this point, it’s not even believable. Like anyone in their right mind would no behave this way. If you don’t want to be with him because of your criminal family business and dynamic, ok sure. Reasonable. Tell him that and move on. But to write her in a way as someone who constantly goes up to antagonize him and yell at him when he’s objectively right…. Is not it. And have HIM chase HER right after to apologize (for doing nothing wrong)… is honestly peak toxic feminity.

And I say this as woman.

These Dizi’s need to seriously reconsider their writing staff cause clearly it’s the same people with the same ideas and values as it keeps repeating. It’s a trend at this point. This is no way a healthy representation of Feminism or strong powerful women, which I’m all for. But it needs to be done in a way that empowers women, and not the way it’s being done now. This is toxic. Like I’m genuinely offended sometimes, as a women. Like hello, we need to have consequences for our actions too? We have agency and we make mistakes. We can be wrong. That needs to represented in a healthy way. Female characters should face the consequences of their actions as well. I mean, if they wrote the male characters in a way where they were also in the wrong, to justify these actions from the girls, that would work. But in most cases, the dudes legitimately and objectively have done nothing wrong, and these “strong independent women” are antagonizing them. Its like make this make sense? I guess they want to portray that women can yell at men too? And yay feminism? (false representation of it, that is).… but why not have them make the RIGHT choices and not the absolute unjustifiable wrong ones?

Like why is she yelling at her Cop boyfriend when her brother is the one doing criminal activity?! Why is she the one yelling at her ex-boyfriend when she’s the one who hid their child from him for five years? Why is she the one yelling at her ex-husband when she’s the one who left him both times? It’s like HUH?! And the thing is… this is also not cultural. I am Azeri. I’m from that culture. I know that there is no cultural equivalent to this behaviour. It’s all written for show. Which is why it’s more annoying. At least if it was cultural, one can say “well it’s tradition and customs and sometimes they are what they are” and that is that. But no, there is no cultural basis for this behaviour. So it’s so frustrating to continually having to see this toxic female trope over and over again.

[recurring-polynya]

Bleach Sword Beasts Arc Recap: Episode 259

The entire Sword Beasts Arc-- which is basically filler made to fill filler had to have been written while the writers were high on mescaline or something, but this one honestly takes the cake.

We open Nanao and Isane chatting because Nanao has taken over Isane’s office at the 4th. Isane is clearly so, so lonely.

Isane happens to mention that a lot of things have gone missing lately, just in time for Hanatarou to barrel in out of breath because his chickens have been stolen!!!

I guess the Fourth has started raising chickens for food because of the Zanpakutou Rebellion trashing the Seireitei? Uhhhh? Okay? The important thing is that Hanatarou has named the chickens after himself: Hanamaru, Hanae, Hanakichi and Hanaemon. (I choose to think that Hanakichi is named after both himself and Renji’s sidekick Rikichi and you will never convince me otherwise). The reason this is so great that when my son was about four, we stayed at this AirBnB in Cape Cod and the neighbors had chickens that would wander over into our yard and my son named them all... after himself. So, anyway, this is a very relatable episode, to me, personally.

Anyway, it takes 3 captains and 2 vice-captains to decide to follow a set of muddy footprints down into the sewers, so they send a crack commando squad consisting off... Ikkaku, Hozukimaru, Nanao, and Hanatarou.

This is so delightful to me. Finally, an absolute D-list mission, my very bread and butter. You would think, actually, that Ikkaku would be pissed-off about this, that he would complain that he has better things to do with his time (he absolutely does not), but he just goes with the flow here. Hozukimaru is also very chillax about all this, just happy to be here, tbh. Squad 4 bids them good luck with a loud cheering section and some jazzy send-off music.

There’s also a scene where the captains are... monitoring their progress from Squad 12? They have a custom display of their progress through the sewers and an Akon cameo and everything! I cannot emphasize enough what a slow day it was in the Gotei!!

Here are some more things that happen:

Hanatarou tells Hozukimaru some stories about people who have died in the sewers. Hanatarou and Hozukimaru are now besties.

Hozukimaru carries Nanao and Hanatarou around like luggage:

Hanatarou sets off multiple booby traps.

Some absolutely God-tier Scooby Doo running

A tentacle monster shows up and, in a big win for feminism, goes for Ikkaku first

Hanatarou breaks into tears because he thinks Ikkaku is dead and Hozukimaru comforts him

The thief turns out to a small, creepy robot whom Nanao and Hozukimaru subsequently bully.

Ikkaku comes crashing through the wall in one of the most lovingly animated rolling-and-bouncing sequences I have ever seen in Bleach, a show that is deeply devoted to rolling-and-bouncing sequences.

The tentacle monster comes back, I guess it’s a Sword Beast. Hozukimaru goes to bankai to fight it and gets wrecked. Nanao fires off a single shakkahou and then decides it would be a better use of her time to berate Hanatarou into fighting it for her, except that he left his sword back at the barracks. Fortunately, as we all knew, the creepy robot is really Hanatarou’s zanpakutou, who stabs Ikkaku to charge up and then trashes the heck out of the sword beast.

I really need to point out that here, Hanatarou has defeated an enemy that Ikkaku couldn’t bring down, and in the cake episode, he kills a Menos that took down Yumichika. More evidence that Hanatarou is secretly the strongest character in Bleach.

Anyway, the chickens are fine, Hanatarou and Hisagomaru hug, they all go home and explain things to Kyouraku who I keep forgetting is not the Captain-Commander at this point. Why is he in charge, tho? What is the Captain-Commander even doing??

Oh, and then it turns out that they lost Hisagomaru down in the sewers, and the episode ends with a close-up of his tear-stained face while TO BE CONTINUED slams across the screen ominously. I do not remember if they ever follow up on this.

This is absolutely a top-tier filler arc. I give it four chickens our of four. I am honestly convinced that Ikkaku, Hozukimaru, Nanao and Hanatarou are a polycule now, sorry Yumichika.

[pensofgrace]

Feminism Gone Wrong!

cene one Rose parked her black ride in front of her favourite restaurant, picked her bag, got out of her car. She adjusted her black body hug that speaks classy, executive, sexy, well marched with a luxury bag and watch, she matched in as beautiful as she can. Upon entering the restaurant, moving to their regular sit, she realised brandy was not present yet, shakes her head and sit. Rose: "this girl cannot fail to disappoint", she says while looking at few posts on Instagram. "let me see what her excuse will be today, maybe its flat tyre or traffic". She called on the waiter to give her regular drink. While rose was sipping her smoothie, a woman with nice curves walked in with all her glory, a well porshe girl with a simple dress of about $300. " before you run curses on me, babe the traffic was terrible, I couldn’t drive rough like those rough beard guys do", brandy says while sitting down, dropping her purse and phone on the table, she looks at rose smiling. " I was waiting for your majestic excuse already ma", she says not looking up, " so, you had a terrible traffic from vgc to chevron, hmmmm, impressing", she stops talking, looking up at brandy with a smirk on her face. Brandy looks away scratching her ears, " baby love, am sorry, I was watching spider man when you called that you were 5 minutes away, I totally forgot about our date”, giving her apology smile. " keep that love for them that sort for it, I knew you lied when you said you were out of your gate, I just knew it. You know what, lets just forget it, its your usual behaviour, am hooked forever. Brandy erupts into loud, mocking laughter, " am happy you know dear, we are stacked forever. So, you said you had something important to tell me, which could not be said over the phone or through mail". She says closing the joke atmosphere automatically, pulled up her serious wall up face. Now, it was brandy’s turn to look guilty, up in her mind she stated to think of how to present the matter, "o my God, how is brandy going to take this, am I being stupid and selfish right now, what if she breaks it with me, I don’t want to lose my best friend, really been together for five years. She shouldn’t be that angry right, what!!!, the oath, am in serious trouble right now, what if sheeeee…. "rose Philips", brandy voice erupted close to her nose, rose jerked back, " why did you scream my full name like that, common some respect", rose said trying to hide her anxiety. Brandy looked at her " look here I don’t have timed for your games, you went off for about five minutes, I ordered a drink just thinking about what could have been so big that you went so locked down", brandy sighed, smile and said " sweetie I love you, we are best friends, nothing can be so difficult you cant tell me, we are in this together, remember?, remember our promise to one another, no issue and problem coming between us, unless you’ve broken our oath, I mean you remember right", brandy took a sip of her drink, sit back and said, " well, I trust you that you wont break that, we decided on it together, no man making decisions for us. We are the independent woman baby! " brandy says laughing and jumping on her seat. Rose sits up straight, took a sip of her smoothie, she looked at brandy and continued the conversation. “, that’s why am here, you see... "what do you mean, our promise, babe you are scaring me", brandy jumped in. Rose breath in calmly them looked up to brandy. "brandy, please can you calm down, promise me you will let me explain, let me finish before you jump in’, brandy smiled and shake her head up and down while crossing her leg. " am all ears rose, feel free, tell me anything, we will solve this together". " okay, here it goes. You remember how much we suffered in the hand of men, how they treated and molested us, making us feel like we worth nothing, brandy, remember how drake used my skills and potentials to build himself to the top he his right now. Can you remember how we decided to never fall for any human being with a short hair, no breast to feed a baby and a

material to produce a baby, our decision to never be vulnerable or subject to a man, how we made that oath to be independent, an ability to depend on ourselves only, equality with men, {at this point rose was up in tears, not bothering to swipe it off, rose did not make any movement m, looking still, it feels as though she knows what this is about already, not ready to acknowledge and accept though}. "am sorry brandy but I can’t do this anymore, I can’t push this wanting, this desire for a help mate away anymore, brandy I can’t keep ignoring his care, his love, his realness, he loves me, and am not sorry to say I love him too". Rose stopped talking waiting for brandy’s comment after no response, she looked up to see rose giving her the betrayal eyes. She quickly spoke up. " brandy please, I didn’t mean too……. "rose from this day onward we are officially off, no need of arguing and trying to convince you, goodbye rose Philips". Brandy stood up dropped some thousands on the table, left without looking back. Rose dropped her head on the table and sobbed. SCENE TWO " hi baby, you miss me, matt kisses rose on the cheek, rose left her sitting position to assist matt with his attire. Rose: "how was your meeting, contract coming in", she looks at him with hope Matt: " well, am sorry to say babe, am not the most successful CEO in the world yet, but you are looking at the youngest successful CEO in Arica". Rose jumped on the bed, screaming yes! Yes! Yes! "you deserve it baby am so proud of you", she looks at him with a serious face, ‘ you complete me , you are my perfection’. Matt: " it’s the other way around love’. Rose:" let me drop to the kitchen, something special for a special man with a special achievement" Matt: " no baby, no stress for you, love, we are going out, a friend told me about a nice place, its new, very exclusive, executive and exotic" Rose: "funny, three e’s for a place" Matt: "actually the place is called three e’s" Rose: "okay, let me freshen up, give me 10" Matt: "no, make it 15, I won’t be done in 10, not as fast as you fox" Rose laughs, shaking her head " just like brandy". SCENE THREE Brandy stood near her office table, checking for a Particular important document her personal assistance should have documented properly, " stupid man, they never do any thing right, such a disappointment, what a waste of resources, I presume too". Her office door opened with no noise, " madam new couples are here, we got their details to be their first, should we give the the ultimate on the house service". Brandy: " next time you come into my office without permission, I will make sure you never get a job in Nigeria again, is that clear Patrick, idiot, now do that which is right, I will come down and greet them myself, get their table number for me. Make them comfortable". Brandy found the document, kept it ion her bag, checked herself in the mirror reapplied her lip stick. " Patrick, what table", she said with no smile " ma, its table 7, they are having a drink right nooo…… "shut up, I didn’t ask that, hmmmm 7, rose favourite number". Brandy walked down to table 7, upon getting their she discovered it was rose, she looked at her, full of annoyance and betrayal, left the table without a word, rose stood up immediately ran after her lost best fiend screaming her name, not minding the scene they were both creating. Rose: " brandy, please wait, please, its ben so long, hear me out. Brandy turned back sharply " I want no conversation with a person like you, enough!" Rose; " stop, just stop, okay can we talk, maybe not n ow, someday during the week, please, just please, I will drop my card with the receptionist. Will be waiting to meet up. I still love you". Rose turned making her way to her husband, she turned " by the way, nice restaurant, it has always been your dream, good work, brandy". Scene

four Brandy sit quietly at the corner of the restaurant, everywhere seems cool and fun. She sips her drink smirking at herself, at a little side up she could see matt chatting and laughing about something rose says. "stupid fool, let’s see if you will see something to laugh at by the end of the day" Brandy calls upon a waited for a refill, seeing matt standing up moving towards the rest room, she sends the waiter off standing up and walking towards matt’s direction. She waited for matt to come out of the gent, Brandy: hello to you too Mr matt, having a fun day" Matt: ohh, brandy you scared me, what’s up, you look good, didn’t know you were around" Brandy: you weren’t supposed to know, you brought this upon yourself though, what aaaaaa……. Matt: see brandy, I know you vexed with your bae, its wasn’t her fault, seriously, she told me about the oath and promise, I thought they were unreasonable first but after she told me about you and your past, I came to understand, but you see, you are a very beautiful girl…. Brandy; ohh, Mr matt, rose told you about my past right, lovely, I believe she told you about the gang rape too, how interesting my life story with Fred, I guess I have a better reason to do this. Brandy comes upon matt suddenly, knowing his head against the wall, after so many punches, she believed him to be dead. Brandy: no man, we promised no name, rose and our oath is mine. I hope the angels are willing to take you to hell for breaking two friends up with fake love, and I hope rose realise I just did her a good favour". Brandy adjust her cloth cleans her hand, heads back to her seat, calls for the waiter for a drink while she watches matt body being rushed out, with a devastated rose. SCENE FIVE rose knocks on brandy’s office door, enters and takes her seat, looking at brandy. Brandy: to what annoying honour do I hold this unexpected, unwelcome visit Mrs rose Chantel" After few second of no response from rose Brandy: am giving you 10 seconds to leave my office, or I will calllll…… Rose: why, why, why brandy. You hate me that much Brandy: well, I would have an answer to any why if I do know where the why is directed to Rose: you hate me so much, you angry about the oath but do you have to do what you did, almost killing my husband Brandy: almost, he’s not dead, what! That bastard isn’t dead, how come, how Rose: so, you won’t deny it, really brandy I never knew you were such a snake, well to disappoint your miserable life, he’s not, because he never deserved it. How could you, for what reason, because he loves me. Aint you suppose to be happy for me, happy for your best friend, what has gotten into you. Brandy; best fiend my foot, you lost that title months ago, you lied to me, betrayed me. Rose; then have you forgotten our promise to each other, forgiveness all the way, I could hand you over now to the police, but I won’t, I still love you brandy, you’ve always being sister, please stop all this. Just stop it. Brandy: just get out, I hate you liar, get out…… Brandy screams at rose, after rose left the office, brandy break down weeping SCENE SIX Brandy sit at the sitting room, watching the tv, news going on around the world obviously her mind seems outside the house, all in another world. After about a minute of leaking tears, she picks up her phone. Went to a number, typed a capital "AM SORRY". Switch off her phone and lays down. SCENE SEVEN Rose; " thanks for coming, although it took you extra two hours after you said you were close, guess you haven’t changed", smiling to brandy " I don’t have time for your nonsense chit-chat, why am in here, I got business to run’. Rose: " I love you, please never doubt that, what happened wasn’t planned, I didn’t even know I had gotten so far in, until he proposed, and I said yes. The feeling wont just go away, bran…… Brandy; " since when,

since when have you two been together, till the time you told me, since when rose, one month, two months, answer me!!!", she spoke up so angry Rose: "six-month brandy, babe, I was only joking around, I only planned to play him and make feel miserable, please, I love him". Brandy; "six, six, woah, six months, my best friend kept a secret from me, how many more do I need to know, you married, you got two kids in the cupboard’, Rose; ‘after you left, I lost it, couldn’t contact you, he stood with me, he was my comfort, he gave me happiness, we got married. I love him brandy and am not ready to leave him for anything". Brandy:" so why am I here, what do you want", Rose:" I want my best friend back, I want you to enjoy the happiness I do now, I need you to change your mentality about this feminism of a thing, please". Brandy: " so you want you change, why should I do that, give me reasons rose. Your love for a man made you leave me, common convince me your betrayal". Rose:" I accept, I betrayed you, but it was for a good thing, you are not happy brandy. I know that, I can see it in your face, just one chance, just a chance with a good man" "baby", she says holding a broken brandy’s hand, " please, a good man is what it takes, a good man won’t make you feel like a slave, like a servant, no he won’t want, he would want you as a helpmate, someone to complete him. Thank about it, no need to rush, just calm your heart, baby I need you to break that wall when that man comes, that responsible man with a good knowledge of how to treat a woman, okay, love”. Brandy kept to silence holding rose’s hand like her life depend on it. A lot was going through her mind, he wanted to talk but knew deep down the truth was been laid down flat. SCENE EIGHT ‘happy birthday brandy" "thanks so much for coming it’s a small party I guess, like I want, hmmm, rose is poking my eyes with invisible spears, wanting a speech, isoritte, here we go, thanks to God first, He made me special, am grateful to my parent for the prayers and support am 25 meh, so to rose, I love you more than life itself, you aint just a friend, you are my sister, days of fight and love, of arguing and convincing. Thanks for changing my mentality on some ideas I keep to heart, thanks for making me make the best decision, my life could ever need. Thanks love am happy for you, I appreciate you. To the man that wet through hell to get my heart, bros kudos to you mehn, guy you deserve some awards, thanks for not giving up on me, thanks for always running off to rose for ways to cool mu hot brain. I love you. Just mind you, no baby yet, let me enjoy my marriage first. And to all that…………….

cene one Rose parked her black ride in front of her favourite restaurant, picked her bag, got out of her car. She adjusted her black body hug that speaks classy, executive, sexy, well marched with a luxury bag and watch, she matched in as beautiful as she can. Upon entering the restaurant, moving to their regular sit, she realised brandy was not present yet, shakes her head and sit. Rose: "this girl cannot fail to disappoint", she says while looking at few posts on Instagram. "let me see what her excuse will be today, maybe its flat tyre or traffic". She called on the waiter to give her regular drink. While rose was sipping her smoothie, a woman with nice curves walked in with all her glory, a well porshe girl with a simple dress of about $300. " before you run curses on me, babe the traffic was terrible, I couldn’t drive rough like those rough beard guys do", brandy says while sitting down, dropping her purse and phone on the table, she looks at rose smiling. " I was waiting for your majestic excuse already ma", she says not looking up, " so, you had a terrible traffic from vgc to chevron, hmmmm, impressing", she stops talking, looking up at brandy with a smirk on her face. Brandy looks away scratching her ears, " baby love, am sorry, I was watching spider man when you called that you were 5 minutes away, I totally forgot about our date”, giving her apology smile. " keep that love for them that sort for it, I knew you lied when you said you were out of your gate, I just knew it. You know what, lets just forget it, its your usual behaviour, am hooked forever. Brandy erupts into loud, mocking laughter, " am happy you know dear, we are stacked forever. So, you said you had something important to tell me, which could not be said over the phone or through mail". She says closing the joke atmosphere automatically, pulled up her serious wall up face. Now, it was brandy’s turn to look guilty, up in her mind she stated to think of how to present the matter, "o my God, how is brandy going to take this, am I being stupid and selfish right now, what if she breaks it with me, I don’t want to lose my best friend, really been together for five years. She shouldn’t be that angry right, what!!!, the oath, am in serious trouble right now, what if sheeeee…. "rose Philips", brandy voice erupted close to her nose, rose jerked back, " why did you scream my full name like that, common some respect", rose said trying to hide her anxiety. Brandy looked at her " look here I don’t have timed for your games, you went off for about five minutes, I ordered a drink just thinking about what could have been so big that you went so locked down", brandy sighed, smile and said " sweetie I love you, we are best friends, nothing can be so difficult you cant tell me, we are in this together, remember?, remember our promise to one another, no issue and problem coming between us, unless you’ve broken our oath, I mean you remember right", brandy took a sip of her drink, sit back and said, " well, I trust you that you wont break that, we decided on it together, no man making decisions for us. We are the independent woman baby! " brandy says laughing and jumping on her seat. Rose sits up straight, took a sip of her smoothie, she looked at brandy and continued the conversation. “, that’s why am here, you see... "what do you mean, our promise, babe you are scaring me", brandy jumped in. Rose breath in calmly them looked up to brandy. "brandy, please can you calm down, promise me you will let me explain, let me finish before you jump in’, brandy smiled and shake her head up and down while crossing her leg. " am all ears rose, feel free, tell me anything, we will solve this together". " okay, here it goes. You remember how much we suffered in the hand of men, how they treated and molested us, making us feel like we worth nothing, brandy, remember how drake used my skills and potentials to build himself to the top he his right now. Can you remember how we decided to never fall for any human being with a short hair, no breast to feed a baby and a

material to produce a baby, our decision to never be vulnerable or subject to a man, how we made that oath to be independent, an ability to depend on ourselves only, equality with men, {at this point rose was up in tears, not bothering to swipe it off, rose did not make any movement m, looking still, it feels as though she knows what this is about already, not ready to acknowledge and accept though}. "am sorry brandy but I can’t do this anymore, I can’t push this wanting, this desire for a help mate away anymore, brandy I can’t keep ignoring his care, his love, his realness, he loves me, and am not sorry to say I love him too". Rose stopped talking waiting for brandy’s comment after no response, she looked up to see rose giving her the betrayal eyes. She quickly spoke up. " brandy please, I didn’t mean too……. "rose from this day onward we are officially off, no need of arguing and trying to convince you, goodbye rose Philips". Brandy stood up dropped some thousands on the table, left without looking back. Rose dropped her head on the table and sobbed. SCENE TWO " hi baby, you miss me, matt kisses rose on the cheek, rose left her sitting position to assist matt with his attire. Rose: "how was your meeting, contract coming in", she looks at him with hope Matt: " well, am sorry to say babe, am not the most successful CEO in the world yet, but you are looking at the youngest successful CEO in Arica". Rose jumped on the bed, screaming yes! Yes! Yes! "you deserve it baby am so proud of you", she looks at him with a serious face, ‘ you complete me , you are my perfection’. Matt: " it’s the other way around love’. Rose:" let me drop to the kitchen, something special for a special man with a special achievement" Matt: " no baby, no stress for you, love, we are going out, a friend told me about a nice place, its new, very exclusive, executive and exotic" Rose: "funny, three e’s for a place" Matt: "actually the place is called three e’s" Rose: "okay, let me freshen up, give me 10" Matt: "no, make it 15, I won’t be done in 10, not as fast as you fox" Rose laughs, shaking her head " just like brandy". SCENE THREE Brandy stood near her office table, checking for a Particular important document her personal assistance should have documented properly, " stupid man, they never do any thing right, such a disappointment, what a waste of resources, I presume too". Her office door opened with no noise, " madam new couples are here, we got their details to be their first, should we give the the ultimate on the house service". Brandy: " next time you come into my office without permission, I will make sure you never get a job in Nigeria again, is that clear Patrick, idiot, now do that which is right, I will come down and greet them myself, get their table number for me. Make them comfortable". Brandy found the document, kept it ion her bag, checked herself in the mirror reapplied her lip stick. " Patrick, what table", she said with no smile " ma, its table 7, they are having a drink right nooo…… "shut up, I didn’t ask that, hmmmm 7, rose favourite number". Brandy walked down to table 7, upon getting their she discovered it was rose, she looked at her, full of annoyance and betrayal, left the table without a word, rose stood up immediately ran after her lost best fiend screaming her name, not minding the scene they were both creating. Rose: " brandy, please wait, please, its ben so long, hear me out. Brandy turned back sharply " I want no conversation with a person like you, enough!" Rose; " stop, just stop, okay can we talk, maybe not n ow, someday during the week, please, just please, I will drop my card with the receptionist. Will be waiting to meet up. I still love you". Rose turned making her way to her husband, she turned " by the way, nice restaurant, it has always been your dream, good work, brandy". Scene

four Brandy sit quietly at the corner of the restaurant, everywhere seems cool and fun. She sips her drink smirking at herself, at a little side up she could see matt chatting and laughing about something rose says. "stupid fool, let’s see if you will see something to laugh at by the end of the day" Brandy calls upon a waited for a refill, seeing matt standing up moving towards the rest room, she sends the waiter off standing up and walking towards matt’s direction. She waited for matt to come out of the gent, Brandy: hello to you too Mr matt, having a fun day" Matt: ohh, brandy you scared me, what’s up, you look good, didn’t know you were around" Brandy: you weren’t supposed to know, you brought this upon yourself though, what aaaaaa……. Matt: see brandy, I know you vexed with your bae, its wasn’t her fault, seriously, she told me about the oath and promise, I thought they were unreasonable first but after she told me about you and your past, I came to understand, but you see, you are a very beautiful girl…. Brandy; ohh, Mr matt, rose told you about my past right, lovely, I believe she told you about the gang rape too, how interesting my life story with Fred, I guess I have a better reason to do this. Brandy comes upon matt suddenly, knowing his head against the wall, after so many punches, she believed him to be dead. Brandy: no man, we promised no name, rose and our oath is mine. I hope the angels are willing to take you to hell for breaking two friends up with fake love, and I hope rose realise I just did her a good favour". Brandy adjust her cloth cleans her hand, heads back to her seat, calls for the waiter for a drink while she watches matt body being rushed out, with a devastated rose. SCENE FIVE rose knocks on brandy’s office door, enters and takes her seat, looking at brandy. Brandy: to what annoying honour do I hold this unexpected, unwelcome visit Mrs rose Chantel" After few second of no response from rose Brandy: am giving you 10 seconds to leave my office, or I will calllll…… Rose: why, why, why brandy. You hate me that much Brandy: well, I would have an answer to any why if I do know where the why is directed to Rose: you hate me so much, you angry about the oath but do you have to do what you did, almost killing my husband Brandy: almost, he’s not dead, what! That bastard isn’t dead, how come, how Rose: so, you won’t deny it, really brandy I never knew you were such a snake, well to disappoint your miserable life, he’s not, because he never deserved it. How could you, for what reason, because he loves me. Aint you suppose to be happy for me, happy for your best friend, what has gotten into you. Brandy; best fiend my foot, you lost that title months ago, you lied to me, betrayed me. Rose; then have you forgotten our promise to each other, forgiveness all the way, I could hand you over now to the police, but I won’t, I still love you brandy, you’ve always being sister, please stop all this. Just stop it. Brandy: just get out, I hate you liar, get out…… Brandy screams at rose, after rose left the office, brandy break down weeping SCENE SIX Brandy sit at the sitting room, watching the tv, news going on around the world obviously her mind seems outside the house, all in another world. After about a minute of leaking tears, she picks up her phone. Went to a number, typed a capital "AM SORRY". Switch off her phone and lays down. SCENE SEVEN Rose; " thanks for coming, although it took you extra two hours after you said you were close, guess you haven’t changed", smiling to brandy " I don’t have time for your nonsense chit-chat, why am in here, I got business to run’. Rose: " I love you, please never doubt that, what happened wasn’t planned, I didn’t even know I had gotten so far in, until he proposed, and I said yes. The feeling wont just go away, bran…… Brandy; " since when,

since when have you two been together, till the time you told me, since when rose, one month, two months, answer me!!!", she spoke up so angry Rose: "six-month brandy, babe, I was only joking around, I only planned to play him and make feel miserable, please, I love him". Brandy; "six, six, woah, six months, my best friend kept a secret from me, how many more do I need to know, you married, you got two kids in the cupboard’, Rose; ‘after you left, I lost it, couldn’t contact you, he stood with me, he was my comfort, he gave me happiness, we got married. I love him brandy and am not ready to leave him for anything". Brandy:" so why am I here, what do you want", Rose:" I want my best friend back, I want you to enjoy the happiness I do now, I need you to change your mentality about this feminism of a thing, please". Brandy: " so you want you change, why should I do that, give me reasons rose. Your love for a man made you leave me, common convince me your betrayal". Rose:" I accept, I betrayed you, but it was for a good thing, you are not happy brandy. I know that, I can see it in your face, just one chance, just a chance with a good man" "baby", she says holding a broken brandy’s hand, " please, a good man is what it takes, a good man won’t make you feel like a slave, like a servant, no he won’t want, he would want you as a helpmate, someone to complete him. Thank about it, no need to rush, just calm your heart, baby I need you to break that wall when that man comes, that responsible man with a good knowledge of how to treat a woman, okay, love”. Brandy kept to silence holding rose’s hand like her life depend on it. A lot was going through her mind, he wanted to talk but knew deep down the truth was been laid down flat. SCENE EIGHT ‘happy birthday brandy" "thanks so much for coming it’s a small party I guess, like I want, hmmm, rose is poking my eyes with invisible spears, wanting a speech, isoritte, here we go, thanks to God first, He made me special, am grateful to my parent for the prayers and support am 25 meh, so to rose, I love you more than life itself, you aint just a friend, you are my sister, days of fight and love, of arguing and convincing. Thanks for changing my mentality on some ideas I keep to heart, thanks for making me make the best decision, my life could ever need. Thanks love am happy for you, I appreciate you. To the man that wet through hell to get my heart, bros kudos to you mehn, guy you deserve some awards, thanks for not giving up on me, thanks for always running off to rose for ways to cool mu hot brain. I love you. Just mind you, no baby yet, let me enjoy my marriage first. And to all that……………. One Rose parked her black ride in front of her favourite restaurant, picked her bag, got out of her car. She adjusted her black body hug that speaks classy, executive, sexy, well marched with a luxury bag and watch, she matched in as beautiful as she can.

‘happy birthday brandy"

"thanks so much for coming it’s a small party I guess, like I want, hmmm, rose is poking my eyes with invisible spears, wanting a speech, isoritte, here we go, thanks to God first, He made me special, am grateful to my parent for the prayers and support am 32 meh, so to rose, I love you more than life itself, you aint just a friend, you are my sister, days of fight and love, of arguing and convincing.

Thanks for changing my mentality on some ideas I keep to heart, thanks for making me make the best decision, my life could ever need. Thanks love am happy for you, I appreciate you.

oy my marriage first. And to all that…………….

[odinsonsobsessed]

Damn Him

Inspired by the pictures and gifs of Wimbledon 2019

You can hardly stay focused on anything with an excited Tom dressed in a new suit for a day at the All England Lawn Tennis & Croquet Club. All you want to do is peel that expensive suit off of that body.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston/Reader || Word Count: 1.6k || Rated: T || Warnings: Tom Hiddleston being a full course meal. I mean seriously, how does it get any yummier than him?

Steps were heard in the hallway coming toward your bedroom. Perfect timing, you had just slipped into your floral dress and you needed to be zipped up.

“Will you zip me up?” You called out and not but a few seconds later, you felt his fingers on your back. Tom pulled on the zipper for what seemed like a century, his movements were slow as if he were savoring the task. His breath hit the back of your neck and was soon replaced with his lips as he pressed a couple of kisses to the nape.

“Is this new?”

You bit your lip, “Yeah…” Your reply was breathless and you mentally cursed him for doing this to you before the two of you went out for the afternoon.

“I like it. Fits you perfectly.” His lips touched your cheek in a quick peck as he moved around you to the closet.

So do your clothes. You thought with a grin.

With your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes were glued to his deliciously curved backside as you watched him go, his navy blue pants hugged him generously, giving you a very pleasing view. His light blue dress shirt was tight around his upper back and shoulders, showing off his lean but muscular build. The view was brief as he disappeared into the closet, but returned a few moments later with his new racket patterned tie that you had gotten him for this birthday a few months back. It warmed your heart to see his eyes light up when he'd opened it that day, a long lasting smile graced his lips and you knew he loved it.

“Return the favor?” He asked but you were already holding out your hand for him to pass you the tie. You ran your fingers along it, feeling its tiny ridges as you held it in your grip before looping it around his neck so that you could fasten it. You noticed the childlike grin on his face, the one he typically got when he was about to go somewhere that he thoroughly enjoyed.

“Are you excited?”

His grin never faltered as he shook his head stiffly, trying not to move too much as you fixed his tie. “No… Maybe."

“Don’t lie to me. You’re ecstatic. You can barely keep still.” You giggled, thinking about how adorable it was that this kind of stuff made him this happy. It was the little things.

Tom chuckled sheepishly, “It’s supposed to be an interesting tournament this year. A lot of promising players.”

You finished up with his tie and couldn’t help but stand up on the tip of your toes with your arms draped around his neck to give him a kiss. He placed his hands to your back and brought you a little closer, bringing your lips more firmly against his. You groaned into the kiss as he ran his warm, slick tongue across your bottom lip. Pulling back, you gave him a playful glare, "Now that's not fair. We don't have time for this."

"You started it." He gave your lips a short, chaste kiss and removed himself from you.

"Wh- How do you figure that?!" You called after him as he walked away. Tom left you to go finished getting ready, leaving you standing there with your heart beating fast and wondering how in the hell you started it. If he was talking about your quickly intended kiss, then he was wrong! It wasn't your fault he responded so well to it.

You shook your head as you slipped on a pair of heels and went to fetch your jewelry, your mind completely stuck on that kiss. Damn him.

As you were putting your earrings in, you saw him step into view by the reflection of the mirror on your vanity.

Oh fuck me.

Now with his completed look in your view, you felt all of your breath leave your lungs. He looked like a damn treat. No, scratch that. He looked like an entire fucking meal. A majestic lion is what really came to mind when you first laid eyes on him, his mane and beard was groomed to your liking. His naturally waved hair slicked back and his beard neatly trimmed. Your eyes wandered downward to the rest of his body. The darkness of his suit made him look taller than he already was, the jacket fit him to a T. Now that you had distance between you, it gave you a better view of his whole situation... and more importantly, his package situation.

You swallowed, returning your attention to the earring you had tried to stick into your earlobe at least five times, but failed. Your distracted movements had seemingly gone unnoticed by Tom, who had come up behind you to place his hands onto your waist.

"Are you ready to go? Our car will be here in ten minutes."

"Yeah, almost." Finally, you focused and got the earring to cooperate and thread into your ear.

Tom's hands slid his hands to your stomach, pulling you against his chest in a warm embrace. You rested your arms on top of his and squeezed them in return. You turned your head and he kissed you a couple of times before pulling back to look at you. "You look absolutely beautiful, my darling. You make me a proud husband."

You giggled, gazing into his pretty blue eyes that were staring back into yours. "I'm just as proud to be your wife. Look how handsome you are in your new Ralph Lauren suit. Such a stud."

Tom glanced down at himself and you felt the tips of his curls brush against the side of your neck with the tilt of his head. "Is that what this is?" He mumbled and a chuckle escaped his lips as he looked back up at you with a playful grin, "A stud, huh?"

"Yes," You sighed dramatically, "I'm going to have to bat all the old ladies off of you today."

"Nevermind that you imply that only someone old would be attracted to me or that Tennis is only spectated by older individuals…" You couldn't help but giggle at his hilarious assumption. He raised his eyebrows in a playfully shocked look, "You would harm all of those elderly women?"

You let a wicked grin form on your lips, "You make me do crazy things, Mr. Hiddleston."

Tom laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Crazy things, hm? Why don't you show me what-" His suggestion was cut short by his cell phone ringing in his pocket. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and answered the call, walking off to talk to the person on the other end of the line.

You assumed that it was your driver, reaching over to take your small handbag from the vanity and following him out. Sure enough, Tom was ushering you out of the house and into the car.

The whole way over, you glanced over at Tom as he chatted with your longtime, trusted driver about today's plans, all the while unknowingly holding your undivided attention as his hand held yours between you, his thumb brushing your knuckles constantly, almost like he was reminding you that his sexy self was sitting there so close. They discussed what they thought the outcome would be and other Tennis related politics, which kept him too busy to catch you eyefucking him in his suit.

You wanted nothing more than to thread your fingers into that golden brown hair and tug him to you. Fantasies about fucking him in the backseat right then and there ran wild in your mind.

Damn him.

As much as you loved to see his suit on, you couldn't wait to take it off of him later. No really, you couldn't wait. You couldn't focus on the match, you didn't have a clue most of the time. You tried not to keep looking at him during the entirety of the event, but you couldn't help it. He just looked so good. Thank goodness for that unfaltering focus of his, you were free to oogle him as much as you had liked without him scolding your lack of attention toward the game.

The day dragged on, seeming like it lasted for weeks before you were finally on your way home. Tom was in a good mood, chatting happily with driver about the outcome while your hand rested on his thigh, mostly going unnoticed. He draped his arm around you when you'd done it, but that's about it. Gosh, he was so oblivious sometimes. Sometimes he had no idea the affect he had on you.

The moment the driver stopped outside of your house, you were ready to go inside. Obviously, Tom was not. He kept his conversation going, his enthusiasm would have been cute if arousal wasn't swirling around in your belly with anticipation.

Finally, after you couldn't take it anymore, you laid your hand gently on his arm, "Tom…"

He looked at you with the realization that you were waiting on him and flashed you an apologetic look. "Sorry love. We'll go inside now." He turned back to the driver and said his goodbyes before the two of you exited the car.

You thought you were home free when Tom stepped out of the car, until the driver said something and Tom turned back to answer him.

"Ohhhh no you don't." You tugged Tom's arm and he gasped, quickly saying goodbye to him.

"What's this about?"

"I've been mentally undressing you all day, I'm not waiting a second longer." You grabbed his tie and pulled him toward the house as he grinned at you.

"So about these crazy things I make you do, Mrs. Hiddleston. Care to show me now?"

"Oh trust me, Mr. Hiddleston, I plan to."

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[birdieklein]

hello, official introduction time. my name is, i’m twenty-two, and i’m currently wasting a lot of time playing animal crossing. don’t ask me how much. it’s a lot of time. a lot. 

anywho, this, my dear friends, is beatrice rose galloway-klein. her mama is the only one who uses her full name because most people just call her birdie ( much to her mama’s chagrin ), and some call her gallo, but only if they’re feeling frisky. she’s aiming to be the president of the united states one day, and honestly ? she could get there. but for now, she’s only twenty. she’s escaped from southern belle hell but the accent and taste for pecan pie hasn’t left her. she has a drawl thicker than fog in the spring, and she could charm the birds out of trees. currently, she’s a part of house machiavelli, and she’s studying political science and political theory. honestly, she’s just a delight, and i’m peachy keen to start plotting with everyone ! 

below the cut is a full bio & ideas for plotting.

Blurb:

A firecracker. A fur coat draped over her shoulders as she lounges on the couch. She’s smarter than she seems, watching and waiting, thirsting for secrets. She drinks pink wine from a bottle, and she’s waiting for a chance to wear a crown on her head.

Backstory:

You are a beauty queen failure much to your mama’s chagrin but her words can’t hurt you because you are untouchable. Bold and brazen, nothing can bring you down. It’s funny. You should have been soft and demure, but you are anything but. You walk into a room and eyes are on you. That’s how it’s meant to be. One day, eyes will be on you, and everyone will listen. You can imagine it all too well. You are going to be something and damn anyone who thinks they can get in your way.

History:

Birdie Klein is born in the high heat of summer in southern Alabama to a beauty queen and the state governor. She is a fussy thing, yelling and never settling down. Her parents adore her, though, for completely different reasons. Her mama sees good cheekbones and pageants in her future, while her daddy sees her as something to love and adore. It is clear who her favorite parent would be from the beginning.

The house she grows up in --- the manor --- is too big for a child. The walls are tall and the windows go from the floor to the ceiling. she gets lost in the curtains between masses of fabric. there is art on the wall, photographs and paintings. she is told from the beginning: look, don’t touch. That's her whole childhood, mottos like that. sit, stay still. walk, don’t run. it is stifling. She is tied up in ribbons and taffeta and she hates it. she stares out the window, longingly towards the trees in the yard. The respite in her life is trips to her grandmother’s. Birdie runs free through the orchard, skinning her knees and scraping her palms. It's a little bit of normalcy. but she always has to return to that too-big house. it’s filled with more people who aren’t family than those who are. there are chefs and maids and butlers and nannies and tutors. Birdie knows them all by name. They take care of her more than her parents. they deal with the tantrums and fits. 

She is eight when she steps into her first private school. She does well enough in classes ( her reports home constantly say that she would do better if she only applied herself ) and she thrives surrounded by her peers. she does what’s expected of her, but really nothing more. she has her passions and throws herself into them, of course. feminism. women’s studies. suffrage. Little else really stimulates her. She does well on debate team --- she can talk and argue like no one else --- and she plays field hockey for the school team. 

She realizes just how much money her family has one day when she is talking to a ( gasp ) scholarship student at her school. She talks about flights on her daddy’s jet and vacations in majorca. She mentions her nanny and tutor and how they were replaced when she said she didn’t like them. She talks about christmas and how her wardrobe is completely replaced. She doesn’t realize when the other student falls silent, feeling awkward and out of place. Finally, she is hit with the knowledge that not everyone has what she does. She carefully tries not to flaunt her wealth after that, but sometimes it’s hard. She wears clothes that are worth more than some people’s entire. The names of brands that fall from her lips come easy. she knows her wealth can be … overwhelming … but she isn’t mad about it. She likes the life she has.

Birdie is fifteen when she realizes she wants to be just like her daddy. He is in politics, she wants to do the same. They definitely do not have the same ideas. She’s liberal as can be, he’s more moderate. She wants change. He tells her it takes time. she wants it now. During her high school summers, she goes to D.C. and works as an intern in a congresswoman’s office. She doesn’t do much more than make copies, send faxes, and get coffee, but she’s in the room where it happens. She is seeing how the world works and how real change gets made. she tells herself one day she’ll work in one of these offices still. Of course, when that happens, her name will be on the door. It will be her office. It will be her changes that are being made.

She gets into Astor with no trouble. It’s her dream school. She’s going to become something there, surely. How could she not ? 

Connection Ideas

and they were roommates ( oh my god, they were roommates ): listen give me a machiavelli for her to share a room with. if they’re on good terms, think of it as a long sleepover. birdie loves to gossip. she paints her toes cherry red, and she’ll paint her roommates’, too, if they’re nice. she’ll chit chat and charm their way into their heart quick as a whip. OF COURSE, they could find birdie annoying. if that’s the case, consider this: birdie’ll try to kill ‘em with kindness and a ton of ‘ bless your heart ‘s. /// OPEN

for the love of appearances : consider this: birdie, proud, in heels that would make her mama’s heart stop, you by her side, looking just as good. a relationship for the image, nothing more. maybe behind closed doors, they bicker like hell and they hate each other. maybe they’re friends. who’s to say .we can definitely play around. there are a lot of options and variables. /// OPEN

hook up hell : listen, birdie loves her appearance. hook ups ? don’t look good for a politician. but they’re fun as hell, and who’s to say a girl can’t enjoy herself every once in a while ? i imagine birdie has joked about making her hook ups sign a non-disclosure agreement before. she was also probably only half kidding. also we can decide if there are real feelings ????? if there’s angst ??????????? love angst here. /// OPEN

friends : okay so birdie is a firecracker, super sociable, super fun ( with limits tho let’s be real -- a politician can have nO SKELETONS IN HER CLOSET ). she’s got a cherry red convertible, a credit card with no limit ---- she likes impressing her friends. i’m not saying she buys her friends, but if the shoe fits ..... /// OPEN

rich bitch friends : birdie’s something of a socialite slash heiress slash really doesn’t ever need to work if she didn’t want to sort of person ?? i imagine she grew up around a lot of people in similar positions ???? so like childhood friends ????? not close, but forced together by obligation ?????? we can EXPLORE /// OPEN

idk my bff jill : listen, birdie needs at least one real friend, someone who sees her beyond the red lipstick and cat-eye mascara. they take away the charm and the southern drawl and they see someone who’s scared of not reaching their goals, who’s scared of losing their mama entirely, someone who just wants to be liked. /// CLOSED to ESTELLA

enemies : c’mon someone must have to not like birdie, i’m sorry, it’s true. there are so many possibilities. maybe birdie’s ambition rubs them the wrong way. maybe birdie is just .... too much. maybe they don’t like her wealth. a loooooot of options.  /// OPEN

[terfslying]

How TERFs treat people who have complaints / problems with the community

LesbiFairHere has recently made a public post about leaving radical feminism, discussing the reasons that she feels that her being young and vulnerable was part of why she joined radical feminism. You can read her post here if you’re interested. She contacted me when she was getting hateful responses, which seem to be continuing for the minute, and I wanted to do a post on the general situation.

As background, I just want to establish that LFH actually (as far as I can tell) was genuinely a TERF, despite some comments / reblogs trying to say that her blog is new and she was never a TERF. In fact, I found she posted in Dec last year that she was having problems with the radfem community, so she’d been having doubts for some time.

tl;dr - LFH’s blog shows months of TERF activity on the archives page. Other radfems also acknowledged she’s been around for a while.

Posts from LFH herself, just to give some examples of her previous interactions with the radfem community on tumblr:

Dec 2018: Was the OP for anti-Yaniv posts

Dec 2018: Reblogged user boxes like “This user is homosexual, not kweer” and “This user is a real girl”

Jan 2019: Reblogged ‘Drop the T’ post

Jan 2019: Reblogged ‘Master Post on what TIMs and TRAs say’

Feb 2019: Reblogs stuff likening SRS to genital mutilation and misgendering

A radfem discourser in response to a callout commented on the original post:

“I will say I find it odd that this info is out there about their behaviour but also that I remember her being a radfem for quite some time now? Maybe like a year or two around when anti-map discourse was a hot trend on here” - EdibleMeteor, here (edit: not a radfem that was my bad)

Option #1: Deny that they ever were a radfem in the first place or that they know anything about radfems

“You’re not leaving the ~*radfem community*~ because you were clearly never a part of it. You don’t even have a basic understanding of gender critical feminism, let alone have anything accurate or of value to say about it“ - tamaramaclaywasaterf, this post

“You are the shit that needs to go [...] she’s no lesbian & what she wants to change is being honest that she is a bihet. But she’s just yr sideblog sock puppet anyways fuck off forever” - td-rudefem4life, here

“Maybe come up with some actual critiques of radical feminism instead of pulling made up BS from your ass” - manic-pixie-dream-goblin, here

“everything you’ve spoken about in this post is blatantly untrue, and the fact that you posted any of this at all means that you didn’t read a word of what anyone said while you were with us. in fact, most of this is just flat-out projection. i’m sorry for you, and i hope someday you’ll really learn and understand radical feminism.” - a user whose name I will never be able to spell, here

Option #2: Just tell them that they’re an awful person and that they should die / get fucked / call them slurs, etc.

“You were obviously just trans all along simply pretending to be a radfem so you could make this little post. Let me tell you something - actual radical feminists would NEVER switch positions [...] and no feminist could ever be conservative. You are more conservative than any feminist woman, you vile piece of shit. Anyway, rot in hell, homophobe.” - Xxposinglesbophobes, here (note that LFH didn’t say she was a conservative)

“Please go get fucked by your trannydick cuck boys. I’m glad I’m [n]ot a worthless sack of shit :)” - Helladea, here

Option #3: Assume the blog (and any attention it might get) are made by your Enemies (TM) (bigots, trans people, men, libfems, mras, etc.)

“Typical lying snakes using straight up projecting to pain radfems as boogeyman made of straw” - in Happibeans’ callout post here, claiming that LFH is racist/violent in radfem chats. She states that the chats are the reason LFH chose to leave radical feminism. Which is kind of interesting since LFH left posted about having doubts over 5 months ago.

“This account is 100% a troll that pretended to be a lesbian 3 days ago and now is a traumatised bihet that wants dick” - td-rudefem4life, here

“tbh a lot of the most vehement, aggressive, unhinged “radfems” active in the community scream ~infiltrator~ to me. if more of them are exposed or expose themselves as libfems or mras posing as Crazy TERFS!! ™ itd be no big surprise either.”  - scenewannabe, here

“I’m beginning to think that OP was an infiltrator/troll to begin with” - Sundazesun, here

What does this show?

Ultimately, I do not know if LFH really did make racist comments or have other problems in the radfem community.

What I DO know, though, is that people have been falsely claiming she is a trans women, that she is bisexual, that her blog is new, that she said she wants dick, and that she never understood radical feminism in the first place, 100% based on her criticisms in the post about how she felt ‘lured into’ radical feminism in a vulnerable time in her life. And, possibly if the accusations are misleading/untrue, they could be just straight-up slandering her.

EVERY person in a community, no matter how noble their goal is supposed to be, should take very seriously complaints people have of being hurt by that community. If you don’t, and that person’s complaint IS real, then you’ve doubly victimised them and created a situation where someone else in the same vulnerable situation may be hurt after them. That goes for trans-inclusive people too (especially ya’ll who send anon hate, for srs).

[autisticlaezel]

As some of you may know, I recently left a Discord server centered around swtor and kotor.

I did this for many reasons, but the two main ones were thinly veiled lesbophobia, specifically in intra community discourse, and lack of mod transparency, specifically regarding how one of the other server members were kicked, and the mods refusing to provide example or evidence of the behavior they accused said member of, as well as low key mocking them by exaggerating their statements.

These things made me feel unsafe which took away the fun of participating on there, and I left with a message in the general chat that detailed this. As it turns out, a lot of other members of this server had felt the same, but had been too afraid to speak up, and when they did speak up about their own discomfort and experiences with lesbophobia on there, it was treated as a personal attack against the mods and derailed into something it was not.

I wasn’t going to bring this drama to tumblr aside from the occasional vent post that didn’t name-drop anyone, but it’s come to my attention that one of the former mods has made a callout post about me and several other people who came forward during the discussion sparked by my leaving, as well as they person who got kicked. I’m not going to sit around and let someone spread lies about me and people I care about on a public platform, and I’m certainly not going to leave the accusations in her callout go unresponded to.

I also want to let you know that this is the last time I’ll address the drama related to the discord server. It’s stressful to me. It’s stressful to everyone else involved. It’s not productive, and everyone gets hurt.

I’ll put my response under the cut as it’s going to be long and screenshot heavy, but for transparency’s sake, this is the callout post in question.

I’d like to start my addressing my distaste for the abuse analogy Irene chose to use in her post. It’s incredibly manipulative, especially considering that several of the people she has chosen to mention have talked to her about their experiences as abuse survivors in the past. As a survivor of relationship abuse (as well as other kinds of abuse), I take offense in being compared to an abuser for standing up for myself and bringing attention to something that’s made me feel unsafe. It’s cruel, it’s a low blow and I’m incredibly angry that she thought it appropriate to make.

I’d also like to point out that she mentions in her post that a lot of people who agreed with her left the server. I’d like to remind everyone that the debate she’s referring to was, in fact, sparked by me leaving due to feeling unsafe, and that a lot of specifically lesbians who felt the same way chose to leave as well because they were being continuously spoken over when discussing their concerns about lesbophobia.

This was painted as derailment of a conversation about biphobia in the server and as well as Irene’s callout post, despite taking place in an entirely different channel, at an entirely different time, without any references to that conversation whatsoever.

This is the message I left with, and I’d also like to point out that this is the only time I’ve addressed any intra community discourse on the server, and that Irene thought that that was enough to name-drop me in a callout post. That said, I do agree with the other people name-dropped on there. 

For the same reason, I’m really confused as to why Irene chose to name-drop Dani in her post. Dani too hasn’t participated in intra-community on the server before I chose to leave, and after I chose to leave, she agreed with me in an incredibly polite and diplomatic way, expressing her own discomfort with the lesbophobia happening in the server.

This is Dani’s reaction to my leaving, as well as the message that she left the server with.

Irene claims in her callout post that we (the people name-dropped) engaged in “the derailing and targeting of a transgender woman with rhetoric and arguments taken from trans-exclusionary radical feminism.”

It’s important to me to point out that the discussions she’s referring to was not about gender, but about the concept of monosexual privilege and why it makes people uncomfortable. That she neglected to mention that in her post, and that she chooses to compare someone asking her not to call them monosexual to terf rhetoric once again strikes me as incredibly manipulative.

I will, however, for transparency’s sake post screenshots of the part of the conversation that any of us actually participated in in full, because I don’t expect anyone to take my word for it.

I’ve also chosen to censor certain members’ names and icons. This is done because I do not wish to place the transgender woman in danger in case this post ends up being read by the wrong people. Her statements are the ones censored with black. The other names censored are censored about they aren’t actually related to this drama, and I don’t wish to bring them into it if it can be avoided. Last I’ve censored Shannon’s icon, because it’s art not created by her, and she doesn’t wish to drag the artist into this either.

Here’s the conversation.

I’m sorry that this is rather long, but I don’t want to be accused of taking anyone’s words out of context, and frankly, I wouldn’t put that beside her.

Next, I’d like to address another claim in her post. She said that, and I quote:

The conversation evolved to the point where a cisgender lesbian told the transgender lesbian woman who was targeted, quoting, “Do you know what it’s like to be shoved to the sidelines of the lgbt community!?!? Do you!!?” And, really, that needs no further elaboration from me here.

Not only does she misquote that someone, she also misgenders them. The person in question, Mac, isn’t cis, and while I’m not sure that Irene is aware of this, speaking on things that she doesn’t actually know is really harmful. This is the conversation that she’s referring to. I’ve chosen to cut out the parts that weren’t the exchange between Mac and the trans woman they were accused of saying that to because there was multiple conversation going on at once, and the others aren’t relevant to this particular point.

Here’s what they actually said.

Irene has also chosen to name-drop Leilukin in her post, which strikes me as very suspect. Leilukin has only addressed intra community discourse in the lgbt+ community to talk about her experience as a lesbian in a country where gay sexuality is illegal. It’s also important to note that she was promptly ignored, and that Irene never addressed what she had to say, and then went to name-drop her in a post about biphobia and terf rhetoric.

This is what she said.

I mentioned my distaste for how Appo got kicked in my leaving message as well. I’d like to clarify what I mean by that, for anyone who weren’t involved in the server or weren’t aware of it happening. Kicking a non-binary person from a server with the accusation of terf rhetoric without clarifying what was meant by that for several days, without providing examples, without consulting the community and without talking to them about it first feels very strange to me.

It felt very clique-y, vindictive and based on a personal dislike for Appo rather them actually having done something wrong.

This is what was said about them in the server after they were kicked.

There were no examples provided of any behavior on their part that had actually been problematic. We were supposed to take the mods’ word for it, without any clue as to whether it was true or not. It’s also important to point out that they never actually said that calling a character hot or declaring a desire to date them was inappropriate, rather, they’d raised concern about the idea of discussing things of a sexual nature in the sfw in general after it was revealed to us that one of the server members was 14.

After several people expressed their discomfort with the liberal use of “terf rhetoric” outside of discussions about gender, this statement was posted.

Despite this, Irene directly correlated “terf rhetoric” (once again, due to a discussion on monosexual privilege) with another member of the server’s lesbianism in private messages to said lesbian (Shannon), while being incredibly condescending. It’s also worth noting, since Irene brought age into her original callout post that this lesbian only recently turned 20 and that Irene is 26.

These are examples of messages that she sent Shannon.

It’s worth nothing here that Irene is a cisgender bi woman, and is here talking over a non-binary lesbian about lesbophobia.

I’d also like to provide a couple of examples as to what the several people felt uncomfortable with in regards to lesbophobia. Unfortunately, a lot of the issues brought up don’t make sense without the context or the fact that they were repeated constantly, but here are some that absolutely do. It’s also important to note that there are several examples of similar behavior in the screenshots from the conversation of monosexual privilege as well as the messages Irene sent to Shannon. Qionnuala is Irene in this case.

Here they are.

As a closing statement, I’d like to say that I haven’t enjoyed making this post. It’s been stressful, it’s been aggravating and it’s been sad. It is, however, important to me to address an attack made on my person by someone with no proof or motivation other than me and others being lesbians daring to speak up about lesbophobia on a discord server.

[spaceorphan18]

multsicorn replied to your post “thedorkmark replied to your post “Thinking about All the Other...”

i think they feel a lot like kurt and blaine! 'feel' of course is subjective. they did to me, at the time.

most of all i wanted to question/push back on - what does it even mean when you say that kurt felt like a woman? female *coded,* narratively, in the ways he was vulnerable, yeah, i could see that. though it was imo mega complicated by the ways he was strong and even protected others.

and re: blaine getting the masculine role.... is that vis-a-vis kurt's vulnerability? cause they *both* have a lot of vulnerability and comforting/being there for each other in the series (which is a big part of why i loved it)... more of blaine's fuckedupness is in grey but still....

or is it in the way rainjoy in the narration reiterates kurt's feminity? cause that is one thing that was certainly a much bigger thing in the first couple seasons of glee than later on - but being feminine, sometimes, in some ways, which is all anyone is, no one is in all ways and all times - does not mean he's a woman. that's. kind of a thing with (yeah, early) kurt.

ANYWAY i am not posting all these things to say 'i am right and you're wrong' - (except that the idea that a character 'feels like a woman' troubles me in a general case? what does that mean??) - but also to zoom out and make broader meta points

which is that i'm sure you have very good reasons for saying they don't feel like kurt and blaine! idk how much podcast you did but maybe i'll try to listen to it though i really Don't Podcast! 

but - ha - i am kinda talking into empty space here due to not knowing what your problems with the characterization are

if it's that certain characteristics: vulnerability, coedependence, as mentioned, sensitivtiy, probably... maybe others... maybe heroism? of a certain type ... are dialed up to eleven, or even higher, yes, i'd agree with that

but that to me what's more important is connecting the characters again and again to their canon selves, which i felt atog/grey did, rather than keeping them acting within certain bounds. if that makes sense.

how many areas of similarity do they have, not how much difference don't they have. in a scenario that's au from (or after, not fitting within) canon.

and if you don't think they *do* have all those connections, all that similarity.... i don't know! maybe we read canon differently; maybe we read rainjoy differently; (i think the characters were consistent in canon throughout, so saying they are only s1/s2 chars is what. plus blaine's insecurity which is huge in grey is clearly from later on.)

but then also also.... i am ending this now... maybe i am just wrong and if i hear all your points about how canon kurt and blaine would never i would be persuaded. bc i realized a while ago now that i give a fic so much more room to do anything if i love what it does.

by which i mean: i will literally not even notice out of character-ness on a deep level, if the characters seem similar on some surface levels and all four of them are characters i love. /okay i am done with this crazy rant love you bye.

I AM SORRY FOR ALL THE SPAM, take your time

I started replying before I got all your posts! I hope you don’t mind - but I’m relying to as much as I can! 

Mults!! I’m so glad you replied - because I know we’ve chatted a little bit about this before, and you’re much better at understanding gender issues than I am, so I’m always glad to hear your thoughts!  Plus, I think this a civil conversation in general that I’m trying to have, so, I’m coming from an conversational debate and not from any kind of attacking place, if that makes sense! 

First of all, this is all so hard to define, I agree!  It goes to my thought is how far out can an AU go? I mean, we have extreme AUs where Kurt and Blaine are no where near what they are in canon - and yet we still call them Kurt and Blaine, so where is the line? Is there a line? Probably not..  

Secondly, I agree that canon can be subjectively read - and my issue with RJ’s writing in these stories stems mainly from my own viewpoint and reading of canon’s characters.  I do agree that the characters were relatively consistently written, but grew in a very different direction than RJ’s version of them (which is understandable since just much different experiences there).  And I, personally, like what they grew into and those dynamics more than the ones that RJ presented in her story - so my opinions are most definitely subjective, and not needing to be validated or agreed with.  

Thirdly, It’s what you say - that the characters are dialed up to eleven in certain ways -- the codependency, Kurt’s fragility and sensitivity, the hyperfixations they both have - it’s a bit much for me, and a left turn from canon (which is fine - but more on that in a second), therefore not really feeling that connective tissue back to canon that gives me the emotional resonance that I feel with those canon characters (if that makes sense?).  

About Kurt feeling feminine coded specifically - I feel often times as if Rainjoy is straight up writing a female character instead of Kurt at times.  I’m not saying that it’s wrong that Kurt has traits that are traditionally more feminine, but since he’s often put into a position that’s usually reserved for a female character - sometimes I feel like the story would have read better (to me) had the character been a woman.  So, it’s more of a narrative issue than a straight up character issue? Still not sure if I’m making sense.  

And yes, that leads to, a conversation about - what is feminine/masculine/etc? that I’m not sure I’m able to really define.  I don’t know if I have the tools, words, or the in-depth understanding to have that kind of a conversation - I’ll be honest, I’m a little out of my element when discussing commentary on gender (though I’m always happy to be educated).  

I do think there are elements of both Kurt and Blaine’s characterization in there - and I’m not trying to persuade anyone to agree with any of the subject feelings as to how they don’t feel like my own versions of Kurt or Blaine.  So, I promise, I’m not doing that at all - merely thinking out loud about how this story doesn’t work for me on the Klaine level.  

I will say - I think RJ is very consistent in her writing of the story, and I do think if this was an original story it might settle better for me.  But just because the Klaine characterization doesn’t work for me doesn’t mean it won’t for someone else - it goes back to my thoughts on how far can you stray from original source material in AU? And really the answer is whatever you want it to be, really.  

Hopefully this, and the other posts, help define what i’m talking about a little more? Maybe I’m just talking nonsense now, lol <3 luv you Mults!

[moomoof]

Stop it.

I was friends with this person for almost 2 years and it the last few months it turned into a toxic relationship.

We used to do hangouts and talk about issues we cared about on his channel but i found myself not being comfortable with some of the topics

 but if i ever voiced i didn’t want to do the show he would keep pushing the issue and i was weak to put a stop to it.

 That’s not to say i didn’t enjoy the shows cause i did buti  didn’t want ot do them all the time .

The problems started with our view points really 

I personally feel like he hid his real views out of fear of being abandoned or maybe he just posed as a liberal to ge friends who knows this is all speculation on my part after thoughts . 

This post is just to let out all my angst and frustration. 

I didn’t handle the last encounter withh im well i should’ve just said what i wanted and left i hoped he would understand but what scared me was his reactions again i wanted out of his show at least for a little bit 

i would suggest he find other ppl he would pick up on the hints ...

i was going though a rough patch with my health and i had no energy what’s so ever i didn’t want to disappoint him so 

..i told him straight up i couldn’t do it  to get our mutual friend and o  it with him he seemed annoyed at least in text

 i didn’t speak with him directly then i saw the show live with our friend and ..

his reaction to my illness was annoyance he was like she’s off ill or

 whatever the hell hshe has with the biggest eye rool i ever seen

 ...and then even if i told him multiple times

 i was ill i did'nt want to talk he tried to force me by calling my hangout

...and he was rude to our friend cause i suspect he was jealous of our friend or annoyed

 that our friend was trying out his own show i don’t think my friend picked up on this  

He lied about how his old friends broke up with him 

 Of course i believed him ....well actually no for a while now i wasn't believing him cause he lied or omitted things i found them out on my own. 

That's the heart of the issue it was a slow crawl but i woke up and wasn't going to be used by him.

Like i was saying i was sick he didn't care i told him i can really do this show cause i have things to do or i honestly didn't want to i told him that once but... a disturbing patterned emerged with him. No matter what i said or did he would act like i didn't say it and want his way. In the long run i got anxious around him any time i had an opinion he will shoot it down i couldn't express myself on my twitter feed without him screaming at me and somehow making me feel dumb.

I told him on many occasions i was emotionally abused and physically abused nothing. He of course said he was there for me to chat but i don't like talking about that stuff to ppl. But i suspect it was an empty gesture put there to pretend to be a good friend but in the end he wanted just a person to speak to cause he had issues but also he would use those issues against you. one year ago he said something awful or something like that and i disagreed true i got heated he screamed when that didn't work then he play oop i'm anxious card that then played with others and me for ever more.

He had to be right all the time. He had that stupid internet idea that if you don't have evidence of what you are speaking then you are wrong! or shut up even tho i never really went to his feed after a while cause i was tired of arguing. 

He enjoyed arguing.

Then the big event that woke me up. 

We were arguing about jill stien or third party voters actually i was talking about it on my feed and he shoved his opinion in my face....

yelled at me then i tried to be funny and say get with the program! with the clapping emojis 

He flipped a switch and said i was stupid by saying oh you think i'm dumb? really? ok then your writing skills are mediocre at best or worse actually. (yes i am aware my writing is terrible) but a personal attack like that for no reason hit me hard. 

He just...went to that , that's what he thought about me ...i suposedly let go but it churned for days i have very low selfesteem it took me years to get out of a dark head space. He knocked me down. He hates everything i am cause i do agree with him. That was my head space the next few days i wrote warnings but didn't name him. 3 changes and then i block you don't care you are my friend if you hurt me and put me in a dark space i am cutting you off. He got weirder with me hostile almost after then we butted heads and we airred things but i somehow had an inkling it wasn't safe to talk in the dms i talked in public ...it was weird i suggested we should take a break i wanted it so badly....he said no... and i caved and went back to the same shit different day. Then the last draw happened 

I hate susan sarandon's white feminism i fucking hate it i hate her i hate that she cares three fucks about what she created 

He has this weird white knighty behavior that he will attack you for talking shit about his favorite ppl. 

He also probably felt personally attacked he thinks i somehow am talking about him all time. 

We got heated i was already tired of his shit i started to withdraw from our supposed friendship. Then he did it...he attacked my identiy aka my puerto rican ness and added hillary to it he later deleted it. So he can claim he didn't know what he did to cause my silence but more on that later. He knew that after Maria the hurricane i lost family i wasn't connected to the for weeks i had to worry aobut their well being for months without being able to do nothing ...i was a wreck for months he knew i told him, it was on his show too ( he since deleted all of them GOOD!) I did not deserve this more over i had a very hard anniversary coming up as well not to mention it was september ( still is) i lost my cousin and everythign that i knew as my world this month and it was Maria's anniversary. He just threw it in my fave he used my pain to win a stupid internet argument.  I decided to ignore him for a week or so until i can figure out what to do with him, talk to him again, stop talking to him so often but still be friends or completely run away in fear.

I could not speak to him it hurt it really hurt he used my pain against me i could not trust him....and the silent treatment happened. 

The next day he acted like nothing happened and asked me if i was ready to talk about gay muppets like nothing happened ( the whole bert and ernie incident) that scared me ....he acted like everything was ok ...it wasn't it could be clear for anyone that it wasn't...

i muted his feed and muted him but twitter doesn't understand that maybe ppl want not to get notification from a follower or person you are following for a bit...

He kept liking my stuff in the hopes i would be happy? this is speculation on my part...

He commented on my posts to see if i would bite. 

 i ignored him hoping he would get it i muted hangouts cause i feared he might call 

i had growing fear my heart would race thinking he was there replying liking and dming me...

This might sound dumb but ...it isn't it is harassment...

His former friends mentioned this he would use his second account to spy on them months after the fact they blocked and left him behind..that should've warned me.

He would mention them a lot. Like i said earlier i believed them but i didnt let on to him that i suspected something happened...at first i thought well they should've told him why and then block him and during the a conversation he did something and they didn't likee it's normal ...let it go ..in my head... i nodged him to write it out and let it go in a nicer way.

 But he was controlling i saw it when he hated when friends posted somethign he would scream about it...

They mentioned that they felt free from his smug behavior that he would not value their opionions and then later one of his ex friends said it wasn't the change the channel movement but the how he held certain views on gamer gate..when i voiced my own he screamed at me cause he felt like he knew better and how dare you think otherwise!

He would go into these rage fits over this topic, if you didn't agree with him , eye roll 

condescenion and disdain. This was the topic which lied about and the ppl he lied about or omitted it cause if he didn't he could push his narrative which was that gamer gate was a good movement ...by ignoring all the misogyny and abusive behavior cause he hated ppl on the attacked side. He hated that todd in the shadows blocked him for saying awful things about his friend. He kept on and on about that...like it was a bad thing...

He believed a group of rapey men that wanted a transgender woman to die and claimed she raped her sister... i will not go further into this. 

I put my feelings on that forward he would probably be annoyed in his head about it..whatever. 

He hated lindsay ellis cause she liked the tweet that told him off for harassing todd and his friend..

Sorry to his ex friends for my words about them cause i believed him for the most part and i did care about him i wanted ot make him feel better. 

i was wrong i fed a monster.

I wanted a week of peace away from him ...didn't happen he kept on and kept on ...he even got our mutual friend involved and lied .... he lied he said to him oh she's angry at me cause i don't know i did something wrong i am worried about her ...she's sad about stuff and the world is a bad place blah blah making me sound like the problem...

remember our mutual friend can't really pick up on these things 

He asked i just told him not to be dragged into this cause i was pissed off 

then i said it was nothing i was fine. and i moved on and ignored him some more...

He kept going ...

Then finally he did th final final thing and made up my mind for me.

He tried to guilt trip me into being his friend again or even to talk to him it scared me ...i blocked him completely on everything

he said you are hurting...me 

me?! i hurt him what? he hurt me he didn't care and he dares to accuse me of something i never did so he can look like victim yet again! 

That pissed the shit outta me i got tired of his toxic domineering personality 

He wanted to control you by making you feel bad about challeging him on his views about having my own views for breathing for not wanting to do the thing he wanted on the day he wanted ...

him not caring about my illness really hurt me... he hurt me and i still have the anxeity and have it in my head his words ....i want it gone...so i wrote this to stop it! 

He was not worth it...he's a bad person toxic it's not your fault...

I reached out to one of his ex friends i needed reasurance ...i needed to know i wasn't crazy and seeing something that wasn't there ....now its over i want never to ever see him or talk to him again. 

I recount times were he said awful things like ugh when my face showed up on the hangouts ...like my face is ugly...

i took pictures he would say geez or something like that ignored it..

he laughed at my lack of furniture or equipment..to do audio work...

He even got super hostile with me when our mutual was with us...cause i didn't agree with him ...

I wrote a memorial for my cousin and he sullied it by commenting on it moments after he hurt me like a psycho...

Now i know why he kept trying to bring up his friends cause i interacted with mutuals he wanted to know if they told me about him...and for weeks i struggled to find out by asking them but i never did...

He is disturbed i am stupid for allowing it to continue to this point i don't know how far he would've taken it but my psyche could not take it anymore...

He even made fun of my drinking 

it was a terrible idea to engage with him but i honestly thought he was a someone else like a person i watched turned out he wasn't he was using an account to get ppl to like him then he change later i guess...

Maybe i'm wrong maybe he isn't all bad just immature but i don't care he scares me and hurt me...sorry for this post but i need it out of me 

[blog-nstuff2]

In 2014, Harry Styles is more than a pop star. He’s the place where pop dreams intersect. The One Direction heartthrob has turned into the beatific embodiment of all that glitters right now. A new paradigm of manhood. A pin-up boy. A feminist icon. A 20-year-old pop prince born the day Green Day released Dookie. A mop-top with George Michael lyrics tattooed on his body — “never gonna” on his right foot, “dance again” on the left. A stud with four nipples, perpetually tousled hair and that James Dean daydream look in his eyes. This guy actually wore a Rush T-shirt while on a date with Taylor Swift — now that’s some next-level confidence.

Pop is a girl’s world these days — more than ever, the artists who matter are female, while the male singers are as disposable as the male fans. Harry understands this, which is why he has become the Boy Who Matters. He knows he serves at the pleasure of a girl audience that absolutely cannot be bought, scammed, condescended to or taken for granted. (It’s been tried.) If you’re a girl pop fan, you are the only power player in the music business. Everybody else is scared stiff of you. As far as pop is concerned, 2014 is the Year of the Girl, and Harry is the Boy of the Year of the Girl. Nobody else comes close.

Harry fits every type of pop obsession, from filthy fan-fiction to squeaky-clean teen dreams — the shiny and the sleazy, the romance and the raunch. When the world beheld paparazzi photos of Harry puking his guts out by the side of the road in broad daylight in L.A., did that kill anyone’s buzz? Ah, no. It just inspired people to turn the site into a fan shrine — and try to sell his vomit on eBay. Harry’s reponse? “It’s worrying, this world we live in.” Sorry, dude — but when women are worshipping your yack puddle as magic angel chunks, you have entered a rarefied level of reality.

Harry’s enthusiasm is the key to 1D’s astonishing longevity. He spends half the live show telling his fans how beautiful they are, despite the fact that he’s got all those blinding lights in his face. Try to find a photo where he looks weary or bored. You can’t. He has perfected the art of being a boy in a girl world, and he doesn’t neglect the fans’ moms, either. The best song on the new 1D album, “Stockholm Syndrome,” sounds exactly like Billy Ocean — now that’s some brilliant mom-service.

His tattoos add up to an ongoing diary. The tattoo on his wrist that said, “I can’t change”? He got it covered up with an anchor. (Analyze away!) Every time he gets new ink — a mermaid, “You Booze You Lose,” that weird foliage on his hipbones — it’s a fresh chapter, full of mystic runes for us all to decipher. (Why a mermaid? “I am a mermaid,” he explained. Oh.)

After a year or two on the job, your average teen idol tends to turn into a jaded little crank. You remember Justin Bieber, don’t you? It’s hard to appreciate how much boy singers hate being in boy bands. By the third or fourth album, they’re making no effort to hide their misery. (A year after “I Want It That Way,” the Backstreet Boys called their next album Black and Blue.) They agonize about getting taken seriously. They make award-show speeches about their haters.

But not Harry. The strain of the pop hustle never leaves a mark on him. He has all the flash, without the neurotic wear and tear. This fall he posted a picture of himself holding a “#HeForShe” sign, supporting Emma Watson’s feminist activism — “as should you.” None of the squeamishness celebs usually bring to politics — just the world’s most ardently desired male going HAM for feminism just because he’s Harry and he can say whatever the hell he wants. Unprecedented, to say the least.

There was a clip of Harry on a U.K. chat show a couple months ago — did you watch it? Oh, stop lying, of course you did — the one where he and Liam get asked what they look for in a date. Liam jokes, “Female — that’s an important trait.” Harry casually says, “Not that important.” We can make a long, long list of male singers who would never in a million years be secure enough to say anything like that. But Harry the Quadri-Nippled Love God lives by the credo tattooed on his stomach: “Might as well.”

No pop star has summed up the cultural moment like this since vintage python-era Britney. Except Brit was an unfiltered-and-proud mess of a Southern girl, while Harry is pure enigma. If he has any inner turmoil, he keeps it to himself. He remains a blank space (so to speak) on which we can project any style (so again to speak) of fantasy. He’s the last of the great English fabs, upholding a 50-year tradition. Yet the more famous he gets, the more mysterious he seems. He just glides through it all, with a hint of Brian Jones lunacy in his cracked grin.

He’s inspired a new novel — Anna Todd’s heavily hyped After is based on her soft-porn Harry fan-fic, with his name changed. It might be the first work of Harry Lit — but that depends on how you interpret Shakespeare’s Henry V, which now also reads like soft-porn Harry fan-fic. (“Every wretch, pining and pale before / Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks / A largess universal, like the sun.”) Make no mistake: There’s only one Harry in this or any other solar system. And in 2014, anything worthy of the name “hotness” was mixed up with him somehow. That’s why Harry’s reinventing the pop-star game. And that’s why the whole world craves a little touch of Harry in the night.

(2014 article by Rob Sheffield abt harry) 

[scoutshonours]

t a s k :   c h a r a c t e r   a s k s .

💔 Have you ever experienced heartbreak?

As many dates as they have been on, only one true heartbreak stands out to them: "His name was Victor. We were seven. We never talked, but I watched him from afar, and he was a good football player. One day, I gathered up the nerve to pick him a flower. He ate it." At this point, they erupt into laughter. "I thought that meant he hated me, I was devastated!" As the laughter fades and they wipe away moisture that has gathered at the corner of their eye, they add, "But no, I had a girlfriend for a while when I was younger, we lasted almost three years, which is an eternity at that age, but it was a mutual decision. We just weren't compatible as partners anymore, so we went back to being friends, and we still talk here and there."

🎬 Who is your biggest celebrity crush?

"Oh, that's a good question… I feel like I'm generally drawn to older people, someone like Sandra Oh, like, someone who has their life together and knows what they want, you know what I mean?"

👫 Who would you put before everyone else?

"My parents." It's the only answer that makes sense to them: without their parents (and specifically the kind of parents they have been to Scout), Scout would be lost. If they weren't so busy all the time, they would feel a constant ache for home.

📱 What was the last text you sent and who was it to?

"Hm…" Scout whips out their phone and frowns down at it. "Depends on how you define 'text'. Does WhatsApp count? Messenger? Skype? Discord? Twitter? Snapchat? Instagram? You'll get completely different answers depending on how you define it. I guess I'll go with the last message I sent on any given app: I messaged the volleyball club committee group chat to remind someone to bring pens to the pub quiz tonight."

🎵 What was the last song you listened to?

"Staring at the Sun by MIKA, I really love his music, it's just fun and enjoyable, which is what music should be, I think."

💻 What was the last Tweet you posted to Twitter?

"Oh, I do social media for the Medical Society at uni, so I just posted a reminder for people to sign up for an event later this week; we have limited space available, so we really need people to respond ASAP. That reminds me–" They look back down at their phone and begin typing furiously, completely ignoring the person in front of them. A moment later, they lock their phone and look back up. "Sorry about that. Now my latest tweet would be a reminder for the pub quiz I just talked about. Our social media person has been really busy, so I've been helping out by posting for them. I'm on my phone anyway, I don't mind."

💤 What did you dream about last night?

They laugh self-consciously. "I don't remember, I usually don't, it's all blank. My mom says it's 'cause I don't get enough sleep, but I don't know."

👚 What is your favourite confidence-boosting outfit?

They leap up from their bed and stride to their closet, which they swing open. Within is a mostly warm palette of clothing. They grab a denim miniskirt, a pair of long, white knee high socks, and a yellow tank with a simple illustration of a bee on it. "It's pretty simple but I love showing off my legs and cutting my waist like that, and I feel like it's kind of flirty."

👟 What are your most frequently worn pair of shoes?

"I'd love to say my platform boots 'cause they're amazing, but they're not very practical when you have to go from a walk with the dog, to a lecture, to the library, to outdoor training, to the pub… yeah, I stick mostly to trainers in my day-to-day."

📷 What was the last photo you took of?

"My dog!" They grin and hold out their phone, which displays the animal in question. It is quite a dopey photo of a German Shepherd sleeping halfway in its bed, halfway on the floor. "She's so cute, I love her."

🛏️ What is your favourite sleeping position?

“Spooning with someone,” they say, half-jokingly half-seriously. “No, uh, on my side, you know, the classic foetal position. It’s comforting.”

🛁 What is your favourite shower gel scent?

“I like lemony scents, like that one yellow gel from Lush, it’s really nice.”

👜 What would you typically find in your bag?

“Depends on the bag.” They pull out two: one is a Kånken-like backpack in light blue, and another is a brown leather over-the-shoulder bag. “This one,” they pat the over-the-shoulder, “fits my wallet, keys, earphones, a water bottle, bandaids, a lip balm, hand lotion, and hand sanitizer. Whereas this one,” they pick up the backpack, “is for school days, so I can get all of that,” they gesture to the smaller bag, “in here, plus my calendar, my laptop, a change of clothes, a deodorant, a couple of school books, a notebook, and a pencil case. It’s a tight squeeze, but it fits. You’ve got to be prepared for everything.”

⛰️ Where is your favourite place to escape to when stressed?

They laugh as though the idea of ‘escape’ is a pipe dream. “I guess the internet? I don’t have time to find a magic garden or something, so I just scroll through social media and reply to messages from friends.”

📚 Which fictional character do you aspire to be like?

“Hm… I’m trying to think of someone who made the world better… Katniss Everdeen but nice?” They laugh. “You know, I don’t know. I don’t read much, and the TV I watch is mostly reality, if I’m being honest. Or home renovations, they’re really satisfying.”

🍷 What’s your go-to drink to order at a bar?

“Double vodka lemonade. It’s simple, quick to order and receive, and it tastes nice.”

🦴 Have you ever broken a bone?

“Oh, too many! I played a lot of sports as a kid, so I’ve broken my right arm twice, my left leg once, and my toes… I don’t even know. I chipped a tooth, too, if we count teeth as bone. That’s why I’m ambidextrous, by the way; my right arm was in a sling for most of third grade.” 

💭 How do you want to be remembered?

“I spend a lot of time thinking about that,” they say, leaning back in their seat, “which I guess is kind of selfish, but I’ve only got this one life. I want to help people, both people living right now and people of the future. That’s why I want to be a surgeon, so I can help other trans folks and other people who want gender-affirming surgery. There’s also not a lot of research on hormone blockers or even HRT, so I’d want to at least help facilitate that kind of research. Also, facial feminization surgery isn’t usually available through the NHS, and neither are hair transplants. Oh, and some people want surgery without transitioning in any other way, and they’re completely left out of the conversation right now.” They laugh self-consciously. “That was a bit of a rant, but I’m really passionate about this. Everyone deserves to have bodily autonomy.”

❤️ How would you describe a perfect date?

“I love something a bit more out there than just a lunch date, although those can be very nice! But I’d love to go rollerskating or to an amusement park, something with an activity built in so you can create those kinds of memories together. But I do love a good meal and a talk, there’s nothing wrong with that!”

📓 How did your high school teachers describe you?

“Teacher’s pet,” they laugh, “completely. Teachers have always liked me, they like when someone puts in an effort - not that others didn’t, and not everyone can, but I think they’ve generally liked me.”

✨ How would you describe your aesthetic?

“Trendy? Hip? One of the cool kids? That’s what I hope, anyway, I like to look good.”

👪 Do you aspire to be like your parents?

“If I become a parent, I’d want to be a parent the way my parents are parents… That didn’t make much sense. Essentially, yeah, I love my parents and I think they’ve done really well, but I do want something a bit different in terms of professional life and whatnot. But I wouldn’t be upset if I ended up like my parents, they’re really nice people.”

☎️ If you were in trouble, who is the first person you would call for help?

“Depends on the kind of trouble.” They laugh. “I keep saying ��depends’, don’t I? Well, it does! ‘Cause some of my friends are good with a screwdriver and a hammer, and others give really good advice for personal problems, and others would get up in the middle of the night to pick me up if I was somewhere unsafe. Actually, I think the last one applies to everyone, really, I’ve got tons of nice people around me, it’s great. But I guess if I was in an accident or something, I’d have someone call my parents, they’d be on the first flight here.”

⌚ What advice would you tell yourself sixteen year old self?

“Hm… I guess ‘remember to be kind to yourself’ is a good one. We could all use a reminder like that. And stop wearing infinity scarves, they aren’t cute.”

🐈 If you could adopt any pet, what would you choose?

“Another dog! A sibling for Laika. I’ve got my future house and pets sorted out already, in my head. I mean, Laika will live forever, so she’ll be there, and I’ll have two siblings for her, and maybe the house will be big enough for a partner, we’ll see.”

🍽️ If you could invite anyone, living or dead, to a dinner party, who would you choose?

“You know, I’m sad I never got to meet my mom’s parents. From what she says, they were nice people. My dad’s parents, too. I know they’re not on speaking terms with my dad, but if they had to accept my dinner invitation and show up, then maybe I could hear their side of things. Maybe I could help. I know my dad misses them, you can see it in his eyes.”

🌹 If you had to get a tattoo, what would you get?

“Oh, I have a couple already.” They pull up their sleeve to reveal a pair of lovebirds on their inner upper arm. “That’s my mom and dad. And I got this matching one,” they pull up their other sleeve, but only a fraction, to reveal an ornate flower design on their wrist, “with my ex, actually, when we were still together, but I don’t regret it; we’re still friends, and it’s a cute tattoo.”

💢 Have you ever been in a verbal or physical fight?

“Never. I don’t like fights, I think people have their reasons to do things, and if someone got hurt, you can talk it out. People aren’t evil, they just don’t think sometimes, or they’re uneducated. Either way, it doesn’t get solved with a fight.”

🎓 If you could change what you studied at school, what new subject would you choose?

“I’d love to say law, so I could still change lives for the better, but I’m not sure I’d have it in me to care enough about corporate law and all that to really excel. Same with politics. I guess neuroscience or psychology would be interesting, and you could still use it to help people. Like I think I’d be a decent therapist.”

[survivormagictreehouse]

Episode #5 “I have nothing else to lose at this point” -Jay

-Did I even make a confessional last round??? AHH. Okay so I’m excited with our swap and I think we have a strong tribe but I’m REALLY sad (and not surprised) about Austin leaving. I think that I am on a very strong tribe and I can’t wait to see what happens with it going forward!  Like I can’t bad talk anyone, I like them all. 

-Can we talk about how proud I am of myself for remembering enough information to tell Cindi while she was answering questions? LOL, I had never been so nervous in my entire life so I'm really good that we pulled out a win!  Ali and Collin did such a good job retaining and relaying information.  It is nice to have another day off and I'm really curious to see what Ali decides to do and what the next challenge will be... I don't want this tribe to be broken up yet.   If I do end up swapping I really want to end up on a tribe with Chips.  We played in a game recently AGAINST one another and I'm dying to work with him, like actually work with him so oddly enough, I'm really hoping that he isn't going anywhere! I feel like they will probably go after Timmy or Jay. Right now the person on my tribe I feel like I can talk with the easiest about the game is Ali, he is probably my number one and I feel like I can tell him stuff without it getting passed around the entire tribe.  Do I completely trust him?? NO.  But I do trust him the most haha.  

-I SURVIVED AHHHHHH I GET TO STAY!!!!!!!!! Fuck that was so close and I feel so bad for throwing Austin under the bus but hey, I needed to stay in this game and keep my relationships strong. Plus, voting for Timmy would have looked really shitty to him, after the whole alliance thing. Anyways....Birch is here now! I love them sm and I really look forward to getting to work with them again. As far as I can tell, my best bet of staying is a group of me, Timmy, Zach, Birch and probably Chips. Chips and Zach were so helpful to me this whole day, reassuring me and giving me the information I needed to stay safe. I also called with Timmy just now and we're gonna be sticking together since it's our best option. Its really been a big turn from feeling comfortable in the tribe to fighting to stay, but I'm gonna stay fighting and hopefully make it out of this swap alive.

-I'm trying so fucking hard to stay in this game but right now it feels like a lost cause. Zach sold me out so badly last night and it feels like it's been impossible to recover. I'm trying to get me, Timmy, chips, and birch to all vote Zach but it's feeling less and less like it's actually happening and more like they're just saying it to keep me comfortable. No one is really responding to me anymore and it just feels like this is the end. The only little bit of hope I have is apparently Timmy has heard it's gonna be Birch instead? Seems like a long shot, I don't really want to see them leave, and I'm not gonna push for it. Birch is an indespencible ally and I will go to rocks for them if i have to. I have nothing else to lose at this point.

https://youtu.be/cYEa3LQE6N4

-Going into tonight's tribal, I think I'll be safe and have the votes of Timmy, Jess, Gavin, and Keegan. However, I feel like either Gavin and Keegan could flip (though unlikely) OR an idol could be used on Jay. I guess we shall see though. See y'all on the other side :)

-okay so the og annie tribe lost their marbles and got a 4-3-1? which well. in other news, i died in my other game and mr BODHI on this tribe got me out... very interesting. i was originally gonna punish him and get him out. and i still might. im unsure. he would deserve it tho he is so wishywashy that its infuriating. rn dream alliance is cindi/vi/ruthie/rachael (aka feminism + ali). bodhi was the best to vote for me on a game level and him needless treating me like crap makes that much easier.

-okay hello... so in a crazy plot twist... we won the storytime? i was really proud of my own contribution to the challenge, i passed on a LOTTA info to collin and he did so so good passing it, ruthie SNAPPED when she was so nervous and cindi brought it home. my game has been pretty smooth sailing, two easy votes and now im chilling on the most wholesome tribe ever. should i probably be throwing these challenges to save jay/timmy/austin... maybe... but am i going to... no. im not risking my game life when i see my entire current tribe as long term allies. ideal scenario is that group implodes and sets us up to pick up the pieces at merge... maybe? but also i think we are swapping again before merge, so just adding another challenge with the shakespeare challenge delays me getting jumped by the conglomerate of generic men, birch and jess. my closest ally right now is definitely ruthie, i LOVE ME SOME RUTHIE. vi, cindi, collin, timmy and rachael i also trust to some extent. bodhi i literally would get an indescribable seretonin rush from voting out... i would LOVE the opportunity to jump him in this game. am over that man. but im vibing having fun! still have an idol! and living my BEST life ha. im sorry my confessionals have been underwhelming but my game experience has been pretty smooth sailing so far ha.

-Spill the tea! *It's 1:11AM and I still miss Gavin.

-It's 8:59 PM and I still miss Gavin. prayer circle for Gavin <3

https://youtu.be/JSmJThHF-tU

So I did something. I am not allied with 5/7 people on my tribe. I have the "3 Canadians, oh and the 2 American Hosts" Alliance of me, Jess and Keegan. I am not quite as Loyal to that alliance as I am my new one. But I still don't want to vote them out. If I HAD to I would but i want to keep them. I really like both of them. I just made the "The Jolly Crew" Alliance which is Me, Jay, Timmy Z and Zach. I love this alliance. I vibe really well with Timmy and Jay. I am a little more iffy on Zach but he is really cool! I stan everyone! I guess out of the 2 people left I would prefer to vote out chips? He tends to be kinda inactive and I talk to him the least. IDK I'll go with the numbers, and my alliance.  

Another round, another immunity win. I’m just living life and am happy with how this game is going. Don’t really have to do much but making sure it won’t be me if we eventually do go to tribal.

We lost the challenge despite my best efforts. I think we’re voting Jay

I wish i had something of substance to say but this tribe refuses to go to tribal :/ i've found spots where TWO idols were in the past i think??? lions -> straight ahead -> ask for a tour, and vikings -> small boat -> get on the small boat

Soooooo... we lost the challenge again an' I got kidnapped by the gentlemen o' fortune. love that there fer me! then, to me surprise, right off o' the bat, jay threw me name out. so 'e be essentially dead to me now an' I expect 'im to be leavin' tonight. his blood ‘ill be on me hook after tonight. luckily fer me, I went around an' started spreadin' that there I 'ad 'eard 'e been sayin' me name—and 'e 'ad apparently only said it to zach. so now, the votes be between zach an' jay... an' I could not be 'appier as me name be off o' the table as farrr as I know. so bless to the sky to that there. I be expectin' jay to set sail tonight, but who knows. there been a lot o' talk o' 'im or birch 'avin' an idol or some kind o' advantage (which I believe birch may 'ave something), but I don’t think I be playin' me idol unless I catch wind o' somethin' strange 'appenin'... but me fingers be crossed an' I be goin' to 'ope fer the best.

2nd win and Ali is chucked to the tree house. Gotta do a music video

So the Annie curse strikes again............ wooo. This vote is a bit of a mess but honestly this all works out for me. Jay going ensures that I have Chips/Birch's loyalties moving forward and honestly the more OG Annie people that go the better. I hate the whole tribe lines situation but honestly I'm kind of stuck in it and I think I'm stuck in it for the long haul or at least for now. Zach going ensures I can climb the social rankings of the OG JACK tribe but it also might make me land on the bottom and it would be such a gamble. Do I trust Zach? no. Do I think everything Birch/Jay are saying about Zach is completely true..mhm BUT I need him just for a bit longer at this point. Also if Jay didn't say Gavin's name I probably would risk it and vote out Zach but at this point I can't not vote out someone who is saying my number 1's name... I want another swap because I'm bored of talking to the same people and I need to form some new bonds before merge. 

With me getting one vote last time, I really wanted to secure my spot within my team and was able to talk with Zach and Jess into making an alliance chat with us and Keegan/Gavin. Hopefully jay goes tonight but I’m not to sure. In the challenge bitch was terrible. We are a bit nervous they got an advantage or idol on exile which is why we are telling everyone the vote is birch tonight. Guess we will see how tonight goes

I'm doing lots of house stuff today but I hear there's a mess to be had with Jay versus Zach. I want to vote Zach because he has been acting head honcho but also... dont care too much. Im going to try to force a tie then get blindsided out of the game. Hype energy!

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The Round 5 Cast Assessment will be combined with Round 6 (on the next episode)

[odinsonsobsessed]

What The Heart Wants ~ Chapter Three

After your parents mysteriously died, you found yourself living in the very same Palace as the Princes of Asgard. Over the years, you became close with them and your feelings grew for one Prince in particular. When you thought that your feelings would never be reciprocated, you decided to move on. If only things were that simple.

Pairing: Loki/Reader || Word Count: 3.1k || Rated T

Beta’d by @fandom-and-feminism.

A/N: I know, I know you guys. Updates for this have been slow and I apologize!

It was a struggle the next morning to get up. You felt groggy and sluggish as you dressed for the match between Thor and Sif. Thinking back to last night, you suddenly felt the whole thing to be silly. Again, Thor's ego got the best of him and if he wanted to get in Sif's good graces, this wasn't the best way to do it. Because now, if he won, she'd get mad, and if she won, he'd get mad and most likely say something stupid, as per usual, and you would be stuck in the middle.

Thor was like a brother to you and Sif was the first real girl friend you ever had, she made the warriors three be nice to you when you were younger and always looked out for you like Thor and Loki had. How were you to choose between them?

You sighed as you wondered who would win. It could honestly go either way. They were both really strong, and while Thor had his lightning powers, he would never use them while sparring, it wouldn't be fair. And while his ego was large, you knew he wasn't dumb enough to cross that line.

Your mind drifted to the conversation between you and Loki, about what the best move for Thor would be. You saw the point he had been trying to make, but you just weren't sure about it. Without meaning to, you thought about what happened just after that conversation ended. The kiss you and Loki nearly had. It had kept you awake for a while as you thought about the what if's… He had had a few glasses of wine, which was the only explanation… and if you hadn't been stupid enough to speak, you probably would have gotten to kiss him. But was that necessarily a good thing? It would be a tease and you knew he'd never be yours. You had also laid there feeling jealous once again over the thought that Loki had just been cozying up with another woman just hours before. Would he be seeing her again, or was she just another one of his flings? If Frigga was talking with her, though…

“Thinking about your boyfriend?” If you weren't used to it by now, Loki's voice would have startled you as it came from behind you. You glanced at his reflection in the mirror as you brushed your long hair as it rested off of one shoulder.

“He’s not my boyfriend. Just some guy I had a nice time with last night.” You tried to come off nonchalant with him, but Loki knew you and he'd see right through it, as perceptive as he was. Except when it came to himself.

He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms as his eyebrows drew up in amusement. “I'll say. It looked like you had a great time out there on the balcony. It's a wonder I don't see him in your bed now.”

You set down the brush with a scoff, rising from your seat and turning around to glare at him.

Irritation was settling in, between your thoughts of last night, Loki's assumption, and the hangover you were trying to get through. Now was definitely not the time for him to be provoking you.

You tried to ignore the pain in your chest from the insinuation, deciding to go along with it to hide how it affected you. “And no thanks to you for that. If you hadn't stepped in when he offered to accompany me back here--” But it did bother you. Deeply. Is that what Loki thought of you? That you were easy? You weren't the one flaunting flings around on your arms like he often did. But, you wouldn't mention that. “You know what? Why am I even explaining myself to you? And what are you even doing here?” You walked past him, waving your hand toward him. “Go away.”

Loki chuckled when your hand went through his illusion, which you had expected it to. “Someone's cranky.”

“Gee, I wonder why.”

“Anyway, I've come to collect you for my brother's idiotic spar, I wasn't sure if I'd have to pry you out of bed after how much you had to drink.”

You stopped rustling through your wardrobe and turned around, pursing your lips, “No more than you.”

He smirked, “I hold mine better.”

You rolled your eyes once again, turning back to grab your shoes. “Of course you do. How could I ever compare?” You asked, sarcastically.

Loki laughed, “You know, if I didn't like you, I could have you locked away for that mouth of yours.”

You slipped your shoes on and glanced at him, unphased. “Don’t be silly, your mother would never allow it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date.”

“A date? If this is his idea of a first date, then you'd better--Hey!” You walked through his illusion to leave the room, not wanting to hear anymore out of him.

He stared at your retreating form. “That was extremely rude! Hey! I'm talking to you!” He called after you, following you out into the hallway.

You replied without a glance, “No, you're not. Your magic is.”

When he didn't respond, you knew he had disappeared. You sighed, hating moments like these. They didn't happen often, but sometimes you couldn't believe the stuff that came out of Loki's mouth. And sometimes you couldn't believe the responses that came out of yours.

You met Olvir out on the training grounds as your friends gathered around to watch. You were pretty late and you swallowed down the guilt of being short with Loki after he'd tried to help you, even though he'd said a few things that riled you up.

Thor and Sif were selecting their swords and stepping into the small arena when you arrived next to Olvir. “Did I miss anything good?”

“There you are!” He murmured with a smile. “Not really, just a little friendly banter. They're just about to start.” You smiled back before turning your attention toward Thor and Sif.

“Come on, Thor… Do the right thing.” You whispered as they got into their fighting stances. You looked up briefly to see Loki stepped up to the railing opposite side of you to spectate the fight as well. You sent him an apologetic smile, mouthing, “I'm sorry.” When he nodded back, you knew things were okay. Even though it wasn't a huge deal, you couldn't help but feel relieved.

Suddenly, a large bird flew past the area, it cawed loudly, echoing around you, signaling for the two friends to start.

Thor made the first move, heading for Sif, while she waited for him. She dodged the thrust of his sword expertly then she aimed for his leg, but he quickly brought his sword down to deflect it.

The fight when on like this, their swords clashing each time, and things were going nowhere. You expected this though for the first part of the fight, their skills with a sword were damn near equally matched without help from Thor's power, even though he was used to wielding a hammer.

The only difference between them now, was that Sif was growing tired, you could tell, while Thor still had a decent amount of energy left, which showed in their movements. You bit your lip, watching nervously as Sif began to just barely dodge Thor's advances, gripping the railing tight as you watched anxiously.

Olvir put his arm around you, sensing your worry. “Don't worry, they won't get hurt.” He probably thought you feared one of them would end up in the infirmary with how hard they were fighting, but that wasn't all the case. They were much too strong and experience to put each other out like that. No, you were worried about the outcome. You didn't want any conflict between your friends.

You glanced at him, smiling in appreciation, but the crowd tore your attention away as they gasped. You watched as Thor and Sif held their swords together, in a battle of who could last longer holding the other's sword off. Sif was trying with all her might, straining to hold her sword… until Thor's sword slid off of hers unexpectedly. You watched as Thor's sword clattered to the ground and you frowned in confusion… that was odd. You glanced up quickly, seeing Loki's subtle wrist movement, which no doubt was him using magic to move Thor's sword. That explained it. With the angle their swords were at, and considering their energy levels, there's no way Thor's hold would have give out. Sif had been struggling too hard for that.

Everyone let out a sound of amusement as Sif used to opportunity to kick him in the chest and shove her sword toward his chest, the tip grazing his breastplate as she stared down at him with a smirk. “You. Lose.”

The crowd erupted in applause and you jumped, clapping your hands together. “Yeah! Way to go, Sif!” You cheered.

Your eyes briefly met Loki's before Olvir was tugging you along to go into the arena. You rushed over to Sif, giving her a fist bump, “I knew you had this. My girl!” You giggled before you moved to check on Thor. “Are you going to be alright?” You were worried he would make a scene and call for rematch, but his calmness surprised you.

“I'll be fine.” He grinned at you, with a wink closely following. You briefly wondered if he wanted to lose. Part of you wondered if he'd asked Loki to help him make him losing more believable, to take the choice from him. Maybe he wasn't as blind as you thought he was. The thought made you smile and your heart warm.

After the commotion of the match died down, you showed Olvir around the Palace, after Frigga's request. You were happy to show him around, chatting with him and getting to know him better. After he settled in and had a couple of meetings with his father and Odin about their plan for him over the next few days, he wanted to take you out, into the city.

Loki was completely against it when he found out, seeing as you rarely ever ventured out that far without his or Thor's company. But you fought him on it, telling him it was none of his business and you could take care of yourself, that Olvir was perfectly capable in keeping an eye on you himself.

And so you went. It felt good, getting out on your own, separating yourself from the castle life for a bit. Olvir took you for a stroll along a street of shops, stopping with you as you looked at trinkets, jewelry and other cool things in the windows.

Something in particular caught your eye, so you asked him to wait for you outside. You went into the shop to make your purchase, pulling out your bag of coins to give the merchant in exchange. With a big smile on your face, you exited the shop with the soft velvet pouch in your hand.

“Have you got what you wanted?” Olvir asked, falling into step beside you.

“I did. It's a present for the Queen. She's done so much for me, I saw it and I had to...”

“That's quite thoughtful of you.” He smiled, putting his arm around you. “Where shall we go next?”

The two of you walked a little further and decided to join in on the entertainment going on in the center of town. There was music and dancing, drinks and food you rarely had because it wasn't up to par for the Palace to even consider making. While you were so thankful for Odin and Frigga's generosity, you sometimes missed life in the city. There were things you didn't get to do often and places you didn't get to go because it was frowned upon or unsafe for you.

You were out pretty late, not returning until after dark. Olvir insisted on walking inside of the Palace with you to make sure you arrive safely. That and you were pretty sure he just wanted to prolong his time with you. You thought it was cute and you didn't mind it. He was a really nice guy and you enjoyed his company.

“I had a really nice time tonight.” You fidgeted with your fingers, looking up at him with a smile.

“As did I. Can I see you again? Maybe we can go riding sometime.”

You nodded, “Yes, I’d like that.”

Olvir stepped forward, cupping your cheek with one hand and placing his other on your waist as he leaned in to kiss you. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you returned the kiss, pressing your lips more firmly against his.

He pulled away with a sigh, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I'll see you around?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, watching him leave. When you turned around to head over to see Frigga, you nearly ran into Loki.

You placed your hand over your chest as your heart nearly beat out of your ribcage. “Norns, Loki, must you always do that?”

His mouth twitched as studied your face. “Did you have fun with loverboy?” Loki's tone was mocking and you didn't have energy to deal with it, you wanted to see Frigga in a good mood.

“Yes, I did.”

“I see he settled for dropping you off here this time instead of your chambers.” He was following you, you heard his voice just behind you.

You stopped, pressing your lips into a thin line as you turned around. “Because he's a gentleman, Loki.” This again? What was going on with him? In all the years you'd been friends, he was never like this with any other guys you'd dated. He was probably just being protective of you, but you didn't like how he was going about it. It was making it harder to get over him when he acted like this, inserting himself into your business with Olvir this way.

“That's what he wants you to think, but--”

Why couldn't he just leave it be?

You didn't mean to, but you snapped. “Look, just because that's how you do things, doesn’t mean he's desperate to take me to bed!” You huffed and began to storm off, when Loki grabbed your arm, pulling you back to look at him with a glare.

“It’s not like that and you know it! Why must you always paint me to be this terribly shallow person?”

You wanted to be annoyed with him, for criticizing your choice in men and for grabbing you like that, but when you looked deep into his eyes, past the mask and the walls he threw up all the time, you saw the pain from your words. You had been kind of hard on him lately and saying things carelessly. You never stopped to think how it would affect him.

With a sigh, you apologized. “I'm sorry, Loki. You're right. But, you’ve got to stop going on about Olvir. I actually like this guy and he's not as bad as you think he is. You barely even know him. Just give him a chance, for me?”

He studied your face, as if he was thinking things over. Finally, he let go of your arm and looked away, “I'm sorry. I just… I want you to be careful. I hate seeing people take advantage of you. You're too nice to put your foot down. Except with me.” He chuckled, looking back toward you. “Always giving me a difficult time.”

“Someone has to put up with your shit.” You grinned. “Speaking of… The other day, what happened at the end of the fight, with Thor's sword, that was your doing, wasn't it?”

His eyebrows drew up. “Well… I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you figured it out.” Loki let out an embarrassed laugh. “He looked like he wanted to lose, but his pride got in the way, so I may have given him a little push. And besides, I thought about it and you were right, if Thor wants her, he's going to have to yield sometimes.”

“I don't care what anyone else might say about you, Loki. As mischievous as you are sometimes, you've got a good heart.” You put your hand on his arm, smiled at him and continued your journey to see Frigga.

She was happy to see you as always, asking about your day and how it went with Olvir.

“We had a lovely time!” You hesitated, remembering what you'd been told before. “I know I'm not supposed to go that far into town, but Olvir had his sword on him and--”

“It's alright, dear. I think you're perfectly capable in going out on your own, it's those overprotective sons of mine.” She giggled, “Go on, tell me everything!”

Smiling, you proceeded to tell her about the little party that was going on deep into town, you described the scenery you passed by and all the shops. You took out the small pouch you had gotten from one of the shops and took out a gold bracelet that had flowers etched into the band. “I saw this while I was browsing and had to get it for you.” You held it out to her and she took it.

Admiring it, she smiled and looked at you, “When I gave you some coins to spend on your outing today, I meant for you to buy yourself something, my dear.” She chuckled.

“I did! It's a matching set.” You pulled your sleeve back a little to show off your arm. “See? We both have one and it symbolizes our bond. We've spent much time together in the garden and I cherish it so much, so I thought this would be perfect.”

“Oh, it is! Come here.” Frigga pulled you into a hug. “I love it, thank you so much. You're so sweet to me.”

“You're welcome.” You gave her a light squeeze and pulled back, finishing the details of your date with Olvir. When Frigga asked what you thought of him, you gushed about the things that he said to you and how attentive he was to you and affectionate he was, putting his arm around you and holding your hand. You told her how you loved that you felt like you could be yourself around him. As you spoke, you saw something shimmer out of the corner of your eye when your gaze shifted. You could have sworn it looked a lot like Loki, light traces of green and gold fading as your eyes settled on the doorway. The thought of him possibly eavesdropping on your conversation, like he was jealous of your talk about another guy, brought a smile to your face. If only that were the case.

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