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skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…”

Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane.

Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot.

He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form.

It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds.

They were his favorite.

Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this.

God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month.

But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity.

As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings.

He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream.

But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him.

Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping.

He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since!

Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind.

So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck.

Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!

It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching.

Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go.

He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen.

But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins.

He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?”

“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world.

You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.”

He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.”

You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here.

“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action.

“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes.

“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high.

You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time.

Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down.

You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.”

Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now.

He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”

You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly.

A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist.

“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy.

Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can.

And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck.

“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer.

“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question.

You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets.

“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.”

You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides.

A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.

He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry.

“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes.

As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be.

Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest.

He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly.

Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?”

He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign.

He strikes while the iron is still hot.

It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion.

Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort.

“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months.

However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it.

Kinda.

Probably.

Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over.

He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“

“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing.

“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”

“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders.

If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off.

And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face.

The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing.

Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting.

(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.)

One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you.

He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone.

Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more.

You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs.

Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it.

And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him.

It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top.

Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror.

He’s never seen you like this before.

Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life.

He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips.

And then something unforgivable happens.

Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information.

Your hand.

The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness.

Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face.

He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant.

Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.”

It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.”

You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”

“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him.

“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.

A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him.

Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip.

You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now.

The sympathy doesn’t last long.

Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams.

Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand.

But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this.

“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches.

There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are.

Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out.

“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him.

You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead.

It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.”

He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands.

“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!)

Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”

Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead.

“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises.

It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock.

Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon.

He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time.

When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.”

A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago.

His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap.

There was never a choice.

#networkbangtan #bangtanhq #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jjk♡#jjk smut #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #bts smut #bts fic #bts jungkook #mine #skirtfic

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honkhonkrichard · 3 years

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Theory: Stanley Uris was Murdered.

Tagging @vvanini I hope you can follow this okay it’s very word vomity lol

Okay So TW because this post will touch on Stan's death ad the methods behind it

I propose that Stan Uris was murdered. by IT. In his home on that fateful night. I think that Stan posed the biggest threat to IT and therefore IT felt the need to take him out before the battle even started.

Allow me to explain.

Okay, so, I need to lay out some basic "rules" or "facts" before I make my case. They are as follows.

- IT planted it's roots in Derry, and finds it difficult to leave, but still can at it’s own wil. If you read the book (I honestly don't blame you if you haven't) You'd know that once the Losers kill IT for the final time, Derry (the Physical town) is obliterated. Buildings explode, sinkholes appear, things are flooded. The town is in ruins by the time that the Losers leave the sewers. The movies don't adapt this so If this is news to you thats fine. the bottom line is that destroying IT destroys Derry, like ripping a tree out of the ground with all it's roots. Because of this, we can make the claim that while it can Leave Derry (as it does every 27 years) it probably takes tremandous amount of power to do so, which is why IT only goes when the cycle is over. Why does this matter? Well, what if IT left Derry to get to Stan? The murders had stopped for about a week when they're all in the Jade of the Orient. Plenty of time for IT to cross from Maine to Georgia. Side Note: We KNOW IT leaevs Maine to elsewhere in the world because of King's extended universe all interconnecting. it's not far off at all to make the claim that IT is the same evil that haunts, say The Shining's Overlook Hotel, which is in Colarado.

- IT is omnipresent This is also a given, IT lives everywhere, and can fuck with time and space in godlike (or maybe eldritch like) ways. in IT: Chapter Two, when Mike claims "IT Doesn't know I know what I know" he's unfortunately wrong, because we know that IT can be in A) Multiple places at once, B) can manipulate anything on the drop of a hat (See: Stan being teleported away from everyone else in Chapter One, Everything about Neibolt, etc) and C) Knows everyone's deep fears. This is further proven by IT Saying things like "Beep Beep Richie" (although this is Horribly Horribly executed in the films, ugh.) and so on and so forth. On top of all of this, We can make the claim that IT can exist outside of Time as well, given that IT is immortal. SO, what's stopping IT from Knowing Mike was going to call them all back (Espically considering that IT TOLD Mike to do this?). Even if we keep IT's omnipresence to the location that IT inhabits (in this case Derry) IT would still have knowledge of where the losers are through Mike. And if you take the Lucky Seven/Chosen Seven route (oh my god I got theories on that too) you could argue IT knows where they are inherently due to their cosmic status.

- Stan is the "most Powerful" loser So, obviously all the Loser's are powerful, espically considering they're the ones who Defeat IT (Again going on to the Lucky/Chosen Seven theory). This next claim is going to be less focused on what the 2019/2017 Movies do because they are Bad Movies and that's a whole other rant. However, in the book, Stan is (to my knowledge feel free to correct me on any of this) the only loser to Actively ward off and 'defeat' IT on his own without running away. He uses his belief in this what is Real (birds) to ward off what is "not real" (IT). The other losers do manage to take down IT in their own Right, but Stan is ultimately the one to Really get IT. This is because Stan's character revolves around Belief and Willpower. These are, in some form or another, the ways to Defeat IT. the ritual of Chud is a battle of Wills. in the book, Bill takes IT down and Eddie does the final blow. In the Remake (ugh) the losers can defeat it Technically using the belief that IT isn't as powerful as it claims because IT's "just a clown" (Ihatethatfuckingendingsomuchugh). Stan being much more skeptical than the rest of the group in his ability to understand Reality vs IT's illusions is a powermove, and IT knows that ability doesn't go away as Stan grows up, but rather he gets more powerful. Stan is the Only loser out of the 6 who left that has any sort of knowledge about IT, where the other losers have nothing. Bev has nightmares, yes, but she still forgets them. We're told in his chapter (Chapter 3, Six Phone Calls (1985), Part One: Stanley Uris Takes a Bath) that he has some hazy knowledge of his place in the Lucky Seven, and even goes so far as to MENTION it sometimes, even if he doesn't quite remember or understand any of it, his knowledge of IT and Derry is worlds more prominent than that of the rest of the losers.

(page 52 of IT: "Stanley, nothing's wrong with your life!" "I don't mean from inside." he said. "From inside is fine. I'm talking about outside. Something that should be over and isn't. I wake up frmo these dreams and think, 'My whole pleasent life has been nothing but the eye of some storm I don't understand.' I'm afraid. But then it just... fades. The way dreams do." OR page 45: He had been smiling a little. Now the smile faltered, and for a moment he seemed puzzled. His eyes had darkened, as if he looked inward, consulting some interior device which ticked and whirred correctly but which, ultimately he understood no more than the average man understands the workings of the watch on his wrist. "The turtle couldn't help us," he said suddenly. he said that quite clearly.)

So, Stan has some cosmic knowledge of IT and Maturin and his role in the battle against It. What does any of this have to do with his death? Well, let me point out some other things about Stan's death that always stuck out to me. - His death chapter is narrated by his wife, Patty, rather than himself. The other chapters - almost all the other chapters - are narrated by their respective Loser (the caviot for this is Ben, but Ben is also wasted out of his damn mind so its understandable.) - Stan's personality is few and far between in the book, but we know he has a weird little sense of humour and that he's incredibly logical. I think that this logical part of him would be able to understand that Suicide is Never Ever the answer, and that it would cause FAR more problems than it would solve. (the 2019 movie tries to reexplain his death and it's crap and i hate the letters i hate the letters so much im gonna explode) The other losers try to rationalize his death by saying "He would rather Die Clean than Live Dirty (Page 506, Chapter 10, The Reunion, part 3, 'Ben Hanscom Gets Skinny') but he had already BEEN Dirty when he defeated IT the first time, and I think he would've recognized that. - upon finding him, Patty (in her narration) notes that Stan's head is bent back over the edge of the bathtub, so from his sight she would have been upside down. If Stan DID kill himself, why would he be positioned like that? It's unnatural, like someone Posed him. - the cuts on his arms are two length wise cuts. I'm no expert but.. that's suspicious. That's weird. - IT is written in blood on the wall. Why? Why would Stan right THAT of all things? You know who DOES like to paint with blood? IT.

Alright, returning to my thesis statement, Stanley Uris was murdered. Do I think Stan genuinely was going to take a bath at 7pm (which we're told is weird for him)? Yes. I think that's absolutely a thing he could have done or planned to do. Do I think he slit his wrists and commited suicide so he wouldn't go back to Derry? No. Not even remotely.

Let me paint a New Picture.

It's May 28th, 2016, or 1985. Stanley Uris gets a call from Mike Hanlon. Stan is incredibly hesitant to go to, and says he needs time to think about it. Or tht he'll try. He can feel the starts of a Panic attack, and as he's remembering the circles of Hell he went through as a child, he tries to hold himself together. He doesn't want his darling wife to see his break, so he says "I think I'll take a bath" and nothing else before going upstairs. he hides in the bathroom. He closes and locks the door, because, well, he's panicking. Locking doors is one of The Small things he does. Is it usually the bathroom door? no, but still (OCD is a bitch, and even with medication, but this is a special case). He looks in the mirror and tries to breathe. This is fine. He can do this. They killed IT once before and they can do it again. He thinks about his younger self, the promises made, and how he could explain all of this Patty in time to catch a flight to Maine. It's terrifying, but if his friends are going to bite the dust, he wants to be there with them, wedding vows be Damned. Then he looks at his reflection again. A younger, rotted version of himself stares back at him. IT crawls through the mirror. Stan freaks out, obviously. This isn't real. This Can't be real. But IT utilizes this notion against him. It digs it's claws into his arms, and forces him to bleed out in the bathtub. IT then sets the scene nicely. Razorblades on the counter, a bloody signature on the wall, a horrible posture of Stan's neck. So on and So forth. and then IT returns to Derry. IT's a little weak, yeah, but Stan is dead. That's what matters. the Lucky Seven has now Officially broken, and the balance shifts in favour of the clown.

So that's the theory. feel free to correct me on anything or engage I have plenty of theories on this story and I like discussing this stuff :).

#anyways #Stan #stanley uris #Stan uris #mine #Murder Theory #honktheory #thats a tag now I gues ??#pw #analysis #meta

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mashiraostail · 4 years

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who do u think r the biggest simps??

eigFJKD THIS ASK IS SO FUNNY TO ME THANK U PUT IN ORDER FROM MOST TO LEAST SIMP LIKE I PROB FORGOT PPL BC ITS LIKE LATE LATE BUT I WANTED TO WRITE THIS AHSLSEDS

1.) Hizashi: THIS MAN IS SUCH A SIMP IT’S PRESENT MIC I DON’T CARE EVEN A LITTLE BIT THIS MAN IS SUCH A FUCKING SIMP!!! I can’t explain it honestly i just...i can so picture him being the biggest idiot for his s/o he’s always looking at pics of them and staring at them when they’re around and he’s gonna compliment everything they do period. Like aw the way you sit is so cute, aw I love how you twirl pencils with your fingers when you’re trying to focus, aw your stutter is precious. And god even a tiny CRUMB of kindness from you will put him on cloud nine. Oh you like his jacket?? Okay, he can happily die now. He has pretty eyes? Excuse him he has to go cry in the bathroom. The sappier you get the easier it is to get your way. . He gives so many gifts, little stupid things that make him think of his s/o but also big extravagant gifts tht always leave them totally flustered and embarrassed. Biggest simp. Simp of the year.

2.) Sekijiro- Sorry but.. Vlad king supremacy?? Idk why he’s such a respectful simp I just get those vibes from him. Like he’ll do anything his s/o asks, need something lifted? Ok he’ll be there in 5 minutes. Oh need help reaching something? Sure thing whatever you need. Had a bad day? Oh no well come sit here with me and we can talk about it or watch your favorite movie if you don’t wanna yet! This man loves love, if he gets hurt on the job, or has a bad day all he’s gonna wanna do is curl up with you and get all the kisses and loves and back rubs. If he’s having a bad day he’s def gonna sit around daydreaming about you. His phone bg is def either a pic of you together or just a pic of you, he has a lot of pics of you and he enjoys them very much. It’s always your way, you have to beg him to just tell you what he wants sometimes, and no ‘whatever you want babe’ isn’t a valid answer!!! sorry not sorry about it!!

3. Toshinori- GOOODDDDD THIS MAN IS A SIMP. He’s totally stupid in love w his s/o the minute they meet. He’s all blushy and stupid and smiley at them and he’s always paying little tiny thoughtless compliments like ‘oh you have really nice hands’ or ‘you’re always so helpful (: I’m so lucky to get to work with you!’ He’s just happy to be around his s/o and he’ll do whatever they want. Shopping? Sure he’ll tag along. Got a bunch of boring errands to run? He’ll keep you company. Need to do a ton of house work? He can help! He also loves giving small gifts, and any matching thing on the planet will make his heart soar, rings of course, but also bracelets, key chains, mugs anything this man will want it. If you say a song reminded you of him he will listen to it on loop for weeks. He’s totally fantastically infatuated and it’s such obvious puppy love too.

4. Taishiro Toyomitsu- PLEASE again this man is a major simp gentleman. He holds doors he gets you flowers he cooks you dinner he talks about you all the time. Seriously all the time. Tamaki probably knows your whole life story by now all he does is brag about you. Complete a slightly difficult task? Everyone Taishiro interacts with is gonna know it. Even the villains. If he ever does an interview you’re getting brought up. He doesn’t care how much he has to bend over backward to do it, he’s gonna talk about you or he’ll perish. When you’re together it’s kisses and hugs all the time, he barely ever walks by without giving you some form of kiss, and god the amount of times this man says ‘i love you’ in one day, hell one hour, should be illegal.

5. Kugo Sakamata- he’s not a super simp BUT he is still a simp, and the nicer you are to him the more simpish he becomes. If you have a normal comfortable give and take dynamic that’s good with him, but if you’re ever very affectionate with him he’ll be total putty in your hands. The longer you’re together the worse it gets. He loves gift-giving and there truly is nothing you can’t have. If you want it then it’s your’s Kugo doesn’t care, why would he? If it’ll make you happy then you can have as many as you want. So all in all, may not be a super simp at first but you can def mold him into one.

6. Keigo Takami- He doesn’t simp at all in the beginning, he’s actually an annoying little turd. But the longer he spends with you the more infatuated he becomes until eventually it feels like going 6 hours without a kiss from you is majorly pushing it. Tokoyami has heard about every accomplishment you’ve ever made from your job to how quickly you did the dishes the night before. He has seen a thousand photos of you and probably knows you really well if he for whatever reason hasn’t met you. Because Keigo is always stopping to visit on patrols, or begging you to come to see him at the agency for lunch or just a quick hello if you’re going to be passing through. When he gets to know you all he wants to do is make you feel good.

7. Aizawa Shouta- people probably wanted him higher on this list but idk he doesn’t scream simp to me. In public he def does NOT simp, he might stare at you a little too long if he isn’t expecting to see you and he’ll always smile back if you smile at him but don’t expect him to plaster pictures of you everywhere and constantly talk about how much he loves you because that isn’t his style. In PRIVATE though?? This man can simp for the right cause. And sir can this man SIMP. What do you want? A bath? Okay I can do that. Your favorite food? Sure that’s easy. Massage? You don’t even have to ask! He likes the effect he has on you, watching you get flustered and melt at his affection is something he starts to really enjoy the longer the pair of you stay together.

8. Mirai Sasaki- At first he doesn't simp, but once you hit a few milestones he’ll start. He likes making you laugh, and seeing your smile is at the top of his priority list, he has tons of photos of you smiling and if anyone is having a bad day he’ll think of some silly story about you to tell to cheer them up. Like others, his intern, Mirio, has heard all about you and probably knows you really well. He probably made it a point to introduce you after working with Mirio for a while. Mirio probably sees you as a package deal at this point.

9.Nemuri Kayama- Girl does NOT simp. You simp for her and you like it that way, periodsm!!! No actually though at first she also doesn’t simp at all, she doesn’t care, she can have pretty much anyone she wants so if you don’t like her then you can pack it up and find someone else. But the longer you stay with her the more she starts to warm up to it, she likes seeing you happy, so going the extra mile even if it is a bit much for her is something she’s going to start doing more and more. She’ll remember all your favorite things and give you random gifts. She’ll take lots of photos of you to keep for herself and she’ll send you plenty of her own. She starts to also find a lot of comfort in you and will be looking for ways to spend time with you.

10. Enji Todoroki- I aint explaining this. Mans aint no simp.

#aizawa shouta #hizashi yamada #nemuri kayama #yagi toshinori #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #kugo sakamata #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami #hawks #aizawa shouta x reader #present mic #present mic x reader #bnha hc #headcanon #bnha requests

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sexysilverstrider · 2 years

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Hello, first and foremost I'd like to say that I'm a big fan of your writing - you really helped fill in that empty void that was left behind in my heart after I finished Pokemon Black all those years ago and fell in love with Ferrishwheelshipping. Your stories really lit up my life then.

Secondly, I have a problem and really wanted to ask your advice about it - I recently became invested in Legends: Arceus and somehow came out of it liking the idea of Volo x Akari, for a lot of reasons, but basically because I don't think Volo is entirely as evil as parts of the fanbase make him out to be, I think he has light in his heart and deserves a second chance.

I mean he has not one, not two, but THREE friendship evolutions, all three evolving from baby Pokemon, and during a time when Pokemon and humans were at odds with each other. And has a photo of himself and his egg baby.

(And I read there's a possibility that Giratina might have had some influence on him going totally bonkers)

Anyways, I've been a longtime fan of Pokemon and your work, and I've written several stories before, but this is the first time I've wanted to write a Pokemon fic this badly - a Volokari story (not sure what their shipping name is yet). But I'm worried about receiving backlash because in my story Akari (who is actually Hikari) is an adult when she's whisked away to Hisui, and I don't want to receive hate messages over something that's supposed to be emotional and fun.

But at the same time, I really, REALLY want to write this story sometime, how Arceus not only brought Akari to Hisui to save the land, but also Volo, and how the two hold Cynthia's existence in the future in their hands...

But I'm so sensitive, especially these days, I don't think I'd know what to do if I received hate messages over something I worked so hard on and put all my soul into, especially when those messages are calling me terrible things that make me feel like I should be burned at the stake.

hi hi!

first of all. omg. aaaaa thank u! im happy to u know love my fws esp my fws fics aaaaaaa all the stuff ive written in the past are quite dear to me so its nice to know people enjoy wm

second, regarding your problem, i solely believe in Write For Yourself. make your own food. cook your own feast. make the characters alive through your eyes for YOUR viewing pleasure. i know getting validation from others is great but it also risks the unnecessary backlash from ppl we never asked opinions from. so what i can say is start off by writinf for yourself. trust me. years later im still in a soulsilver n ferriswheel rut n all the fics ive written in the past are for my own benefit. it helps on the long run.

if u hv ao3 u can post on ao3 w proper tags! usually the readers are nicer coz it takes actually googling and filtering to find what one wants. no asshole is tht desperate to do so just to spread hate.

if not u can post here too! if youre still nervous, switch off replies or turn anon off. theyll be some useless bastards once or twice unfortunately but think of it this way: your life is way more vast, way more important and these useless things are barely worth your time or notice.

it might sting to get one. bt trust me, there are SO many people who support n love u. outside and inside the internet.

so i hope youre passionate enough to write vlkr! i knw im still super interested in them n years of doing what i love make me so desensitized by some backlash from people i couldnt care less coz the internet is just a small part of my big big world lol

#ALSO YOU HCANON AKARI AS HIKARI TOO??? POG #i also hcanon she got yeeted into hisui when shes 17 #a year after she became champion #rei is maybe 16 #volo is 20 or 22?#so if i were to write anythng postgame akari is like. 18 at best #imagination can do many things #what matters is we enjoy them wout hurting others :)#ask #anon

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transmeds · 3 years

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My apologies, another person in your replies said “Anon you realize that exact logic is and HAS been used to justify the deliberate misgendering of trans people, right” and I thought it was you. Anyhow, there is no reason to get so nasty, I’m just asking you to explain your thoughts on this since you frequently post in the tags with your opinions. Being a “boy” or a “girl” is a social role, not necessarily a gender. So, yeah, it’s possible to take on a different gender role than the one associated with your gender. Since roles are often conflated with gender, they tend to be used interchangeably. People who are PNC often use “wrong” pronouns to express their complicated relationship with gender identity. Aside from this, some people use certain pronouns for themselves because they simply enjoy them, which is their own prerogative. So, then, you’re against being PNC because 1) it’s too complicated for you personally to process and that is somehow deserving of your vitriol and 2) you feel that English grammar and syntax rules are more important than respecting people’s referential language? How is challenging language any different than challenging gender stereotypes, as one would do being GNC? Do you prioritize your comfort over the dignity of other transgender people, or do you seriously think that language is sacred? Words are created all the time and definitions change with their usage. It sounds that rather than even attempt to accommodate your brethren, you would prefer to latch on to the anti-PNC position so you have some excuse to not challenge your notions of “gendered” language. As a person with an auditory processing disorder myself that impacts my life greatly, that is not an excuse for you not to better yourself, even if it is difficult for you. Other people do not deserve your anger for simply existing with pronouns that challenging the status quo. If you *definitively and actively know* a person’s pronouns are contrary to their appearance or identity and you refuse to even try to refer to them properly, that is not an issue with processing, but with conflating pronouns with gender identity at the best and willfully choosing to disrespect them at the worst. That can’t be explained away by saying you have a processing disorder. Do not attempt to paint being PNC as ableist because you are unwilling to challenge your deep-seeded, actively obsolescent beliefs. Having a processing disorder makes people rely on context. If you are communicating with or about someone whose pronouns you know, PNC or otherwise, you have been provided the context. You are choosing to either ignore it for your own comfort and a lack of desire to improve yourself or because you think language is more important than people. If I’m wrong, prove it.

i didnt mean to get nasty i just dnt have a good concept of whats too mean n stuff.

i love that you consistently add more to what i am saying and look to deep into it to paint me as a bad person but i will get to that later. its hard to pay attention to one thing at a time but i will try 2 go in order.

being a boy or girl isnt a social role,, its just being a girl or boy?? like a kid female n kid male like. thats not a role thts a fucking.. way to describe someones gender when theyre a kid?? like i cannot even understand why i have to say that. wtf do u think being a girl/boy is?? its a way to describe someones gender, like pronouns. not a role or gender expression.

im not against it because its too complicated or that i want to disrespect ppls pronouns or something like that you want to put into my mouth. challenging a language is different than challenging gender rules because language was made with a purpose and one that still matters today. gender roles never served a solid purpose, them getting removed doesn't matter at all.

this is really pointless because youre going to keep refusing to recognize that language is important and that pronouns aren't something that you just use to make yourself happy, they are a tool in language that serve two singular purposes. to replace a name. and to describe the person in a gendered way. getting rid of gender should just mean getting rid of pronouns all together because they are pointless without any description of the person that they are being used for. because then you cant fucking tell who they're talking about at all. this is why robots struggle with pronouns :)

its funny to me that you add "appearance" to "identity" as if 1. they match. 2. that i at all ever said they have to watch appearance. if you didnt know im NOT PASSING. 3. as if appearance matters <3

this isnt about me wanting to be rude or not challenge gender roles or anything, im a very gnc man myself. this is about the fact that pronouns only real purpose is to tell you what gender someone is, not if they're masculine or feminine or just like the sound of them. this is why getting called "she/her" makes the majority trans men dysphoric, but why wearing dresses or having traditionally feminine roles won't make the majority of them dysphoric.

you clearly aren't listening to what im saying so i dont see why you insist on replying and putting things in my mouth from finding excuses like "someone else said it" to whatever youre going to make for trying to say i just dont like people who r pnc and am using processing an an excuse, instead of an example of why its important this time.

language isnt more important than people, but people can not exist as is without a way of communicating. trying to tear down communication because you dont like its rules just make what it is to be human harder to be. i cannot be myself to anyone else if there is no words to describe who i am in a strictly male or unrelated sense. there's a difference verison of you to every person you know, and you can't make it remotely accurate without the words to express it.

#transmed #anti pnc

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gryphsdeadbones · 4 years

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hey from one nd person to another the comic where fm gordon says a slur seems kind of in poor taste. ik ur not intentionally making light of it and tht occurring in fm should be criticized but while you dont make it out to be a good thing making jokes about it and calling him a "slurboy" is kind of questionable? it makes it seem more like a plotpoint and angst rather than the creator of fm genuinely fucking up in the past (and having moved on from it)! i think exploring fm coming to terms with being nd is a good idea but this isnt the best way to do it. if you want me to explain my point more lmk if/when u post this and i will! someone already made a post abt it but it was kinda strongly worded and i wanted to approach you more calmly because i genuinely dont want to call you out or start drama or anything ;-;

first off thank you for being civil and patient with me i appreciate this ask a lot- also this got long- im not in a flying rage or anything when i bold or emphasis text, i just needed it also for my own readability and since im not the best at wording- hopefully this hellsite works and my response is under the cut

i would like to know how is it in poor taste when freemind explicitly gets clocked at the very end for saying it. the entire point of the comic was to show that saying the r slur has existed in his source and is bad

im not sure how much more direct i can get, with the disclaimer/warning list growing longer and longer and out there for a huge sign that says “this au can get dark as fuck and these subject matters are treated seriously/not something to mess around with.” Like yes, there are some jokes in the asks and other comics, but that specific comic is not supposed to be “haha thats funny”. it has a serious tone using a rough sketch style bc i was super tired and wanted to vent

was it just the direct reference to it that just made people uncomfortable? because thats 100% understandable, and i made sure i tagged it appropriately (although admittedly, a little bit late since i thought the filter would catch at least the main thing)

i think what some people somehow got from it is “exploring sensitive content = endorsing said content” which! that is not the intent! i absolutely do not want people saying that word! I don’t want people thinking that is any way okay for this character to say

its more of a damned if i do address it, damned if i dont.

if it never comes up, people are gonna assume that ‘oh this character says slurs and is shit, surely the creator or fan-creator MUST be okay with it and woobifies freemind and absolves him of any mistakes’ or something like that. no. this asshole has an arc and i want to do it right. its serious and i think it shouldn’t be shoved under the rug

and people just. dont want to read for context for whatever reason. theyll start watching it and get taken aback by the slur and start blaming me ‘hey you never warned for this’ when very early on i keep mentioning over and over ‘you dont have to watch it if you dont want to! This has slurs and 2000s internet brand humor/style’ You really dont, I’m not forcing you to watch it- Literally all you need to know is either canon half life or hl/vrai. thats it. fm mostly follows hl1 with very slight changes.

so i had to make something that:

1. warns people who arent aware and dont want to go through my asks or about/warning pages (for whatever reason) and just want to see the art

2. also NOT downplay freemind’s canon assholery. listen, i kinda despise writing mean and cruel characters, theyre hard to do, and a lot of people get shit for doing it wrong or people going “character = author”

i’ve also considered leaving the bubbles blank, but then people could fill it with whatever they want, then blame me for being vague. or they’d fill it in with a different kind of slur that freemind has never used, even if he MIGHT be the type to do that. I needed to explicitly mention that it is ableist slur. There are shitty racist and other problematic jokes, but never those kinds of extreme racial slurs to my knowledge.

Although I do see your point that maybe joking about it outside of the serious stuff might not be the best route. The slurboy jokes are getting stale, and I will try a better way to remind people.

The thing that gets to me is that it feels people are more than ready to defend either Ross Scott or Gordon Freeman the fictonal character himself. I don’t??? really care for Ross Scott, so I don’t know if he’s ever brought it up specifically. I’m not really calling him out or cancelling him. Idc for some white man’s feelings, im only bringing the timeframe of That era and reworking it to fit in This current era.

And I hate to break it to people: Gordon Freeman is a blank slate character, you can project whatever the hell you want on him as long as it’s not freakshit illegal garbage. The machinimas (fm, hl/vrai) do have SOME characterization that I want to nail down. It fucking sucks when characters are ooc, and I’m trying not to do that, even if it means sacrificing some comfort. But still mostly staying in my comfort zone if that makes sense

Now about the callout that I do not want to engage with the op directly:

Honestly im very surprised the comic was called out when i just. thought my stuff is relatively tame on exploring the bad shit canon freemind does. ive seen him in fancontent where they really dont hold back and its still played off as ‘kinda funny’ tone.

I really don’t know if people just want any reason to hate me for whatever reason. That’s fine I guess, I can’t please everyone and they dont have to like me.

But like. isn’t it so much easier for the op of that to block me and the post and move on. Why kick up such a fuss. I can see that thinly veiled death threat of a vague. That’s pretty fucked up- Like holy fucking god, you do not have to like my stuff. I’m not holding you at knifepoint to like my stuff. I’ve specifically made two different tags (one general au, one specific au) if anyone wants to blacklist it for their own reasons I do not need to know. I don’t want to know.

You’re allowed to be uncomfortable. You’re allowed to unfollow/blacklist/block.

However you just don’t go ranting about it for something you horribly misinterpreted. If it bothers you so badly, literally just. drop me a message to clarify. thats it. or save yourself the time and block me.

I’ve blocked the op for both our sakes, but if anyone wants to send this post to them, then thats fine. I don’t want anything to do with them.

I don’t want to link the post and blow it up. I just want shit clarified, dropped and we can move the fuck on with our lives.

If you’re reading this and don’t know what the post is, please don’t bother. I do not want people going after the op with threats, please keep it civil, I’d prefer if you don’t engage with the post at all on my behalf.

Despite this huge wall of text, I do not want this to be a big deal, so please don’t ask me about the details.

As for anon, feel free to dm me either on here or. Maybe on discord if you’d still like to suggest or have something more cleared up. I’m still willing to hear any kind of feedback, and i want to thank you again for being reasonable about this

#Anonymous #ask #jdb faq #ask to tag #long post

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writingwife-83 · 4 years

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I am so SICK of the shiphate in this fandom- sure it doesnt happen as much but once in a while it shows n has me fuming. It's less that the fandoms mutually respect each other and more *tht group* is silently seething and tearing every other ship down in their own 'borders'. It seems to me that they have a version of every other ships fandom that is more delusional than we actually are (Which is not at all!) its controversial but I personally think they're the ones reaching!

Hi, anon! 👋🏻 sorry you’ve seen irritating stuff. 😕 I feel you, it’s no fun. It’s especially silly at this point when everyone should have moved on. Not from enjoying their own ships if they want of course, but just from the drama and the conflicts. I’m not gonna get into commenting on another ship though, because I just...y’know, don’t want to go there.

I personally haven’t seen any hate in the Sherlock fandom in a long time though, so I’d personally recommend a spring cleaning in your follows list and maybe also treat yo self to some new tags/words to filter. Those things can make a world of difference for your experience on here. Your dash and tag searching will feel sparkling fresh and clean! ✨ But also, for now...

#wifey answers things #fandom woes #ship wars #which legit shouldnt exist anymore #have we seen the world recently??#uh yeah...fictional ships are not worth fighting over lol #ok night night

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tehrevving · 5 years

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Rambling

I dunno if anyone’s interested but I just smashed out a brainstorm/draft 0 of a piece and I figured I’d share it here, you know, if anyone wanted to get some insight as to how my twisted mind works, or something, I dunno.

Anyway. When I started writing this I didn’t know where I was going with it apart from Devil Trigger Cock.... and well I guess now I do. lol. This is my first pass, it has all my typos and probably doesn’t make much sense. It’s not coherant, it jumps around and it’s probably 5 rewrites away from being finished, the dialogue doesn’t have tags etc but, here it is if you wanna read. Enjoy :D

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/33l1r0nOyFVOANL6gqmA00?si=_NxH7iV7RImRGw56g_9TKA

It was a lazy day at Devil May Cry. Dante had been sprawled out over the length of the couch, arm over his eyes, pretending to nap and wasting the day away.

You sat up, moving back down his body until your hips were over his. He let out a soft groan as you sat down, you could feel his hardness through his pants pressing against you.

“Don’t you think I’ve been such a good girl lately Dante?”

He lifted his head up to look at you.

“And, good girls should get rewarded, don’t you think?”

He sighed, “there’s always a catch with you.”

“Do you know what we haven’t done in a while?”

“hmm?” he intones, rising up at the end in question. He’s intrigued now, sitting up silghtly so there’s less strain on his neck.

“What you haven’t done in a while.”

You arch your back and see the way his eyes follow the curve of your form. You rock your hips as you settle back down and watch as his eye flutter shit for a moment before opening.

“Well, you know what to do sweetheart.”

You lean forward to kiss him again. His hips move impatiently, wanting friction tht youre simply too small to provide.

You hold his big cock in your hands. Fingers wrapped around the base and pulling it towards your mouth. You press kitten licks to the sensitive spot jst underneath the big head while he squirms underneath you.

“Danteeee~,” you whine at him.

“Fine. Fine.”

There’s a rush of energy, it moves through the room and concentrates between your fingers. You watch as the coverted object in front of you glows white with light, with a scorching sort of heat.

In his Devil trigger, his normal one anyway, his cock doesn’t get much longer. Maybe another inch or so, he’s long enough already that it’s tricky to notice but the girth of it practically doubles. A long, fat cock, the skin a dark sort of brown tinged with veins that glow orange red and pulse. It’s ribbed and segmented all the way up, like it’s covered in scales. With a thick blunted head and heavy balls that hang low.

It doesn’t take much for him to come when he’s like this. His devil cock is sensitive. Each orgasm makes it more sensitive, it comes a lot and often, and you’ve never seen it get soft. Not that you’ve ever tried, Dante always gies up before that point. Eventually his body gives out and his cock fades back into human form.

“Babe,” he says as you take him as far between your lips as you can. It’s not much.

You know it’s madness to try and take him without any prep, not like this.

He’s out of it, but not enough that he’s not aware. His hands are tight on your hips in warning. The head of him lines up with you and he growls, a deep thing that rumlbles in his chest. Your legs are shaking as you try to hold yourself stretched up.

“Nope,” he says, voice slightly distorted. He pulls you off him, not that you were really on him to start with. He lifts you effortlressly with both hands and pulls you until you’re resting your thighs on either side of his face.

//fingers and then a demon tongue

By the time Dante releases you, you’re shaking too much to stay upright.

You look down to see his cock absolutely glistening with precome, a large pool of it on his skin.

He sits up and plls you to his chest. He’s sticky and sweaty, but so are you.

He holds you steady, gives you support because you don’t have any yourself. You’re only human, he probably did too much, but you’ve got this fire in your eyes even though your body is almost limp in his arms.

You cry out as the head of his thick cock, impossibly warm starts to press against your entrance. It’s so wet there, from your own slick, Dante’s thick demon saliva and the liquid pouring from his cock. It goes in this time. You feel his nails turn to points against your hips as his cock begins to sink inside of you. You cry out and claw at his shoulders, trying to find purchase on anything, the stitching on his shirt groaning.

You’re incoherent and beathing heavily by the time he’s fully seated inside of you. Everything burns with this pleasure you can hardly stand.

“You did it. Such a good girl,” he praises you. His voice gruff and distorted, he’s breathing hard, struggling to hold himself back. His hand threads through your heair and pulls it up to you’re looking at him.

“Are you okay?” There’s concern in his eyes.

You nod.

He looks down at you like he doesn’t believe you.

“Dante,” you whisper. “Please.”

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

You try to rock on him but between his large thighs and how much of him is fucking inside of you right now, it’s almost impossible.

You reach down a hand over your belly while he thrusts, and that’s when you feel it.

You take his hand, place it on your skin and try desperately to rock your hips so he can fele it.

It triggers something primal inside of him. His eyes flashing red, flashing dark. Dante growls and it’s inhuman, it looks like his skin starts to tremble, and you wonder if he’s going to fully trigger.

He lifts you up and pushes you back util you’re lying on your back on the couch. He’s on his knees, your legs around his hips. The bulge in your skin is larger here, you can see it. You lean up to watch it, and you can see his eyes are locked on it too.

He pulls his hips back and it shifts, you throw your head back and cry out at the feel of it. The pleasure. The tight rush as your body grips his cock, not wanting to let it go.

His whole body is vibrating now, claws digging into your hips. You’re bleeds from the pricks of his nails claws now, dripping down on to the couch.

You come and you scream his name.

There’s an unholy light, an impossible heat. You scream louder as something change sinside of you. You think the pressure might split you in half, it’s so big. Like his cock has tripled in size, maybe more. There’s a roar, something that shakes the very core of your being, shakes the room.

Your eyes water from the heat, you can hardly see through them.

This huge demon growls your name and swears as its fucking giant cock rearranges your insides as it moves. It’s more like it’s pushing and pulling your insides around it than it is thrusting itself in and out. It’s ridged everywhere, catching on your body. The pleasure is unbearable, the bulge in your stomach even larger now.

You pass out from the heat, from the vibrating inside your skull as the creature comes inside of you.

You wake up in pain, to a blurry, swearing Dante standing over you.

Your body aches, there’s not a part of you that doesn’t hurt. Your skin feels like ribbons, like it’s been clawed away on your hips and your thighs. There’s an unbearable burn between your legs, that seems to stretch all the way up your body.

You groan and even that hurts, like your lungs are bruised.

The couch cushions are shredded underneath you.

Your vision comes lsightly more in focus, but you can’t move

There’s Dante, pushing something foul and chewy into your mouth and begging for you to swallow.

You try your best, pushing the gross mush down your throat. You feel instantly better and worse at the same time. The pain starts to recede, but it just leaves a numb throbbing that’s almost worse.

Dante helps you to sit up and there’s a gush of something. You look down to see a huge puddle of dark liquid between your legs. And then you notice that the couch is scorched black, the walls and floor are scortched black. There’s charcoal on the roof. You groan as your neck protests at the action of moving.

“Don’t move,” says Dante, “just rest.”

“What the fuck? Happened?”

“I lost control,”

“Lost?”

“Lost, lost control.”

You see a flash of a huge demon in your minds eye, glowing orange and red. Your body moves to flinch back but Dante’s there to hold you still.

#dmc #dante x reader #draft #my writing #rev writes #dmc5

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curioussubjects · 5 years

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Non-jittery Thoughts on 15.01

Alright, had some time too calm the hell down, so I could have thoughts beyond a keysmash and a crying emoji. Chances are, too, that I’ll have more to say once I sit down with the episode again. Had to get these initial reactions/musings out of the way first.

This episode did a bang up job setting up the personal plot points for tfw. I’m super excited to see where this is going: Dean’s hell trauma revisited, Sam’s wound and its connection to his own darkness, Cas still struggling with belonging, Dean and Cas’s continuous wrongfootedness coming to a head. It’s going to be a killer of a season emotionally, and I am Here. For. It.

Full disclosure: the biggest chunk is destiel related. In my defense, Dabb & co. didn’t have to enable me, but here we are.

More thoughts under the cut.

General Thoughts:

My hype was not squashed! We got a really strong season opener and I’m so happy about it. Sure, we got running ghosts. But overall the episode was incredible; just a solid SPN episode all around. A+ job and kudos to all involved ♥♥♥

The new title card is gorgeous and full of meta potential goodness. See this post for more on that; op hit it on the head I think. For additional analysis, there’s this post from different op that is killer.

Opening sequence with tfw fighting zombie ghosts and running for shelter? Amazing. Showstopping. Breathtaking.

Dean’s grief over Jack that’s embroiled in his grief for Mary. Just. “He was our kid.” That’s some complicated shit right there.

Gotta love all the tidbits hinting at what is to come during 15.a, at the very least, if not the larger goal of the season. Reading y’all’s thoughts on the episode has been great so far, and I can’t wait to see what else crops up this week.

On Sam: Currently, Sam’s role in the more interesting aspects of the plot continue to not quite match Dean’s, which has been a problem for a while. I’m seriously hoping that changes some with Eileen’s return, Rowena coming in with some banter maybe next week, and whatever weird curse Sam got with that bullet wound. I’m loving the potential and I’m loving the prospect of having Sam brought back to the center of the plot. I missed some more emotional involvement from him this episode, too, but that should be addressed once things calm down and Sam and Dean can debrief. However, we got peak Sam in a crisis and it’s always a treat to see him do his job. Bless. Him telling the clown to shut up made my night. I love him so much.

On Belphegor: First off, Alex did such a fantastic job. I giggled a ridiculous amount. Instantly invested in the character as bringer of shenanigans. Was not disappointed. Quick deliciously meta tidbits about Belphegor, some of which may not feature in the show, but are still *chef’s kiss* (x):

Moabite deity responsible for fertility and sexual power (in case the ep wasn’t clear on that lmao)

was worshiped in the form of a phallus (so glad that made it to canon jfc)

is a fallen angel??? hello???

he’s the demonic embodiment of sloth, BUT specifically negligence and apathy (i am screaming isnt negligence the whole ordeal with dean and cas atm...and apathy was the problem with jack’s soulessness)

rules misogyny and licentious men (yeah ok no wonder he was a fan of younger dean oof)

the juiciest: emerged from hell to investigate marriage among humans (and is conveniently in the peanut gallery of dean and cas’s fight. funny how that happens. hilarious, even.)

apparently after living as a man to experience sexual pleasure he was appalled and fled back to hell where sex between men and women wasn’t a thing i’m??? what?? (yet in the show he seemed ok with hot dudes ayy)

I’m glad my “horny on main” observation turned out to be so on point jesus. Can’t help but wonder how long he’s gonna stick around. His outside perspective is amusing, at the very least. However, the fact that he barely interacted with Sam, but was a lot interested in Dean as well as Cas (though to a lesser extent) makes me think that he’s doing more than just deus exing them out of zombies and ghosts or offering hell exposition. Seems like he going to expose SOME OTHER STUFF. ABOUT DEAN (AND CAS?). He is the “Lord of Opening” after all. And isn’t using their words and being honest the thing we’re all waiting for wrt to DeanCas?? There’s some opening up that is necessary posthaste. Listen, I know I’ve been saying they need a marriage counselor, but this is not what I had in mind. Pretty on brand, though, I guess lol

I’m also really interested about the coding work the character is doing in continuing to queer Dean’s characterization. Belphegor being himself associated with (male) sexuality, and the show clearly focusing on his attraction to humans of the man variety. I wouldn’t even call it subtextual at this point as Belphegor’s interaction with Dean in the car to was really overt. My hopes that the show might actually be explicit about Dean’s bisexuality is uhhhh getting high again *confetti.* Should also maybe at least note that using a demon to do this is probs not like the best strategy, but at least said demon was 1. not skeevy and 2. mostly sympathetic to the audience.

This is all assuming, ofc, that Belphegor is not catfishing tfw (there’s precedence, after all -- and kudos to anon and op for the timely observations).

On Dean & Cas: I think it’s really damn telling that so much space was given to their relationship as like the most important thing going on with their characters? Obviously they have individual issues to deal with (their own struggles with Chuck, revisiting Dean’s stint in hell....which btw also eventually involves Cas too so *hands*), but my sweet baby jesus the validation feels good. Onwards.

We actually have a weird amount to unpack here because, as others have said, the tension between them is coming from more than just Mary and Jack -- though Mary and Jack are absolutely the main stressors atm as well as emblematic of problems they’ve had for a long long time.

I’m gonna start with Dean because boy do I love that dumbass; I want to shake him. So we have Dean: he’s grieving Mary, he’s angry, he’s scared, he’s lashing out. It’s a Thursday. We know he’s angry with Cas because he blames him for Mary’s death, even if indirectly. You know what that reminds me of? Dean hating Jack for causing Cas’s death, even though it wasn’t directly Jack’s fault. More importantly, though, both the loss of Mary and the loss of Cas were caused by the same catalyst: Cas going off on his own to solve a problem instead of asking Dean (and Sam, but really, mostly Dean) for help. Like, it’s the one thing Dean has very clearly expressed that Cas needs to stop doing (hi 12x19). It’s the same mistake Cas has been making for years. There was a false sense of security there during seasons 13 and most of 14, but alas. Again, here we have Dean losing someone because Cas couldn’t just come ask him for help. Like. It makes sense, and it’s understandable, despite Dean’s coping mechanisms being shit. In short, Dean’s actual problem with Cas is less that Mary is dead and more that Cas refuses to learn his lesson wrt them being stronger as a unit rather than doing their own thing and putting themselves and others in unnecessary danger.

Meanwhile, we have a continuation of Cas just being really sad and heartbroken because not only is Jack dead, but he’s once again unsure about his standing with Dean. He wants to protect his family, he wants to protect Dean, he wants to come back with a win; once more, he goes off on his own to do it and it blows up in his face somehow. As much as I loved Cas getting mad at the end of last season, I get why he’s somewhat subdued again. He has his guilt and grief and doubt to deal with. He doesn’t want to be mad at Dean probably about as much as he doesn’t want Dean to be mad at him. So far I’m not yet seeing the return of the spark we got when Cas was defending Jack last season, but I’m sure Dean walking out rattled him beyond the hurt. I wanna see what else happens to make him leave “in a huff” (a bit of spec on this further down). That said, what I’m most excited about is seeing how Cas gets reintegrated into the family -- pretty sure that’s universal lol.

The juiciest part now, though: I was all about the interplay of distance and care that we saw between them; let’s pause here for a quick sec to appreciate how that same interplay has been such a central part of Dean and Cas’s relationship since always like ugh. So much of the larger plot points in the show have also been situations that kept them from being truly partners as well as being constant interruptions on their ability to USE THEIR FRIGGIN’ WORDS AAAACK. We give Sam a lot of flack, but everything has awful timing in this show. We’ve had moments of honesty and vulnerability, but they’re always always cut short before we actually get somewhere; before they arrive at a place where they can talk about their issues. If the “are you ok” scene isn’t a perfect microcosm of that idk what is /sigh

So, yeah, the “Are you ok” scene oooh boy. I wasn’t as excited as some of you at this scene being an example that Dean still cared, as that was never a doubt I had in my mind (it was definitely a yes omg just talk jesus moments nevertheless). Dean couldn’t possibly just turn that shit off, no matter how much he thinks he’s done with Cas. Like, please. What we do have is Dean indulging on his own need to know that Cas is, at least, immediately fine. Triage, if you will. Him walking off before Cas can either elaborate, or, most likely, tell him about Sam, is peak Dean passive-aggressiveness. The meltdown I had in the tags of a gifset of the scene is still relevant:

#cas's little sigh of idk relief???#like he's so sad and physically fine but he's SO SAD and heartbroken#and here's dean finally not just being cold to him and ASKING ABOUT HIS WELLBEING#look at cas's face in tht second gif my heart#you can see him gd relax too i cant#and dean has his fucking check in during a break in the chaos face#im so mad#jdhakjsdfhklsd#and then dean just.........walks away and doesnt actually debrief or help or none of the things he would do#and cas is just...there all vulnerable and upset right before he clams up at the demon's quip#but it doesnt even last look at his damn face as he leaves IM SO#somebody hug him#skldjfhklsajdfa#he needs a dean hug#but noooo dean is being a jackass#this is awful#im not ok#i hate it when they fight#im over it that's enough drama dabb i take back everything i said about loving pain

I’ll definitely have more thoughts on this once we have whatever emotional payload next week.

All in all, I’m not actually concerned about the future of their relationship. They’ve been through much, they’ll be fine. I am, though, tickled that we’ll see these key problems in their relationship reach a point where they have to be dealt with. Also: I can’t wait for the catharsis that Cas leaving is bound to elicit. Both for us, the viewers, and the characters. Besides, Dean needs to go to a corner and have a think about his behavior and if pushing Cas away is really what he wants. And then maybe finally we can get that sweet sweet resolution of an affirmation about Cas’s place in Dean’s life. And in turn an affirmation that Cas does trust their family unit enough to depend on them.

I think we got a good set up in this episode leading into whatever drama we get in the coming weeks. The tension was up to 11. Love it. Hate it. Personally, I think the empty deal might be what does sets off Cas walking out. Somehow, the deal is not a secret anymore. We have here another instance of Cas making a super important decision that affects The Family on his own and then keeping it a secret (to protect Sam and Dean, a pattern). Dean can be angry and think Cas is dead to him all he wants, he will blow tf up when he learns about this deal. Sam isn’t gonna be thrilled either, though he’s more likely to make puppy eyes of sadness and Disappointment than yell at Cas. Seriously, though, I can just see Dean saying some bullshit because he’s just so done and here goes Cas potentially dying again, which in turn will probably piss Cas off. Etc etc. Cue the violins.

tl;dr: if episode 1 is any indication, we’re in for a wild fucking ride, kiddos. hold onto your butts!!!

#supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #spn spoilers #spn15 #spn meta #my stuff #ok thoughts still a little jittery #but my brain is so hyped i needed to let these go into the ether #before i could sit down and write any sort of coherent argument #gosh i do love this show so much

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where-theres-smoak-2 · 5 years

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Handmaid’s Tale 3x08 Aunt Lydia Analysis

So I am finally caught up with THT yay! I’ve had a few thoughts on Aunt Lydia’s backstory this last episode so decided to do an analysis post (my very first for THT). So we finally got an Aunt Lydia backstory. Now I have been wanting to get more info on Aunt Lydia pretty much from season 1. I have always found her to be one of the more intriguing characters. She one of those ones I love to hate. I mean it is credit to Ann Dowd’s acting that her portrayal of Aunt Lydia can have me hating her with a fiery vengence one scene and then in the next actually feeling sorry for her and vice versa. I do think this flashback gives us alot to think about and so I think we should get into it. The rest is under the tag because you know spoilers also its a bit long which will be a pain to scroll past if you don’t want to read it lol. But for those of you who do read on.

Ok so at first I’ll admit I was a bit confused at her backstory because I just didn’t buy the whole she reported Noelle because a guy rejected her on the first date. That just didn’t seem like a good enough reason for me. But then I realised after watching the ep again that I had read that scene all wrong. She didn’t report Noelle because she was upset about the rejection she reported her because Lydia was ashamed of herself for making advances on the principal and believed that Noelle was a corrupting influence.

If we look at Aunt Lydia’s story progression through those flashbacks we first meet her and we learn she’s a teacher and seems to have a lot of care and love for her work. She stayed behind with the little boy and was keeping him occupied and happy she was even prepared to take the boy home to make sure he had food. We also learn right off the bat that she is a very religious woman.

When she invites the woman and her son back home with her she starts to learn more about this woman’s struggles and this makes Lydia more concerned. She clearly disapproves of the way Noelle lives particularly with her relationships with men. But I do think she also recognises that this woman is trying to survive but to Lydia she seems a bit lost. She needs help. So when Noelle says her son deserves better and Lydia answers ‘you could be better’ she really does mean it. She wants to help this woman get into a better situation not just for her but for her son too. This is very similar to how she looks at the Handmaid’s as women who are lost and who with her help could become better and have better lives. What I do think is interesting is at this moment she wants to help this woman keep her child, its kind of ironic that this desire to help a woman keep her child is what leads her down the path to becoming the woman who takes children away from their mothers.

The next flashback we see is when Lydia, Noelle and her son are spending Christmas together. We can see that these two women have built a friendship and it seems like at least a few months have gone by. It also seems like the son, Ryan, has formed a bond with Lydia as he now calls her Aunt Lydia. We also learn during the time that’s past that Noelle has gotten a new job and now works at the store that she brought the makeup for Aunt Lydia from. We also learn that she has dumped one guy which Lydia seemed happy about and has met another. At first Lydia seems ok about this when Noelle was saying he’s in IT and yes he likes kids, so Lydia is sitting there thinking finally Noelle has found herself a nice respectable man with a repectable job. But then Noelle drops the knowledge that he’s married and you literally see Lydia’s face fall. What again is interesting is that Noelle in response says ‘I know, I’m not as far along as we’d like but I’m trying.’ This tells us two things one is that it seems like Lydia and Noelle came up with some kind of plan on how they were going to improve things for Noelle, from the conversations we can assume one was get a new better job that won’t involve Noelle having her rear grabbed by drunk men. The other was to help Noelle stop serial dating and find herself a repectable gentlemen. She’s succeeded in the first but is still working on the second. It also tells us that Noelle recognises her own flaws and knows that sleeping with a married man is wrong. But as Lydia says she’s trying and that’s what matters. So at this point we know that Noelle and Lydia are good friends, that Noelle has been trying to improve herself and that Lydia has been supporting and helping her. It also seems like Noelle might be good for Lydia as she and her son provide companionship for Lydia. It seems to me that she may have been a bit isolated since her marriage broke up so its nice for her to have that human connection. I also think this is why Noelle encourages her to ‘get out there’ because she sees that Lydia is lonely. So what goes wrong between this scene where they are shown to have a strong bond and the scene where she reports Noelle to child protection? Well Lydia goes on a date.

The date she has with the principal, Jim, was so sweet and its a side of Lydia we’ve never seen before. She is happy and smitten and she even sings Karoke and the date goes so well that it leads her and her fella back to her place and onto her couch where things get a little heated before he finally stops it. This is where we see the switch happen for Lydia. She goes from being this happy, warm person to completely shutting down and putting up a wall. You can see right after Jim stops it and she moves away from him, the shame is written all over her face. As a woman with strong religious believes her making sexual advances on a man that she isn’t married to is a sin and immoral. I think what makes it worse for her is that Jim is also religious and so now she may feel like he is judging her. He has witnessed her sin, also while she got carried away and knows that if he had not put a stop to it she would have completely given into her desire for him, he was able to stop so now she feels like she is less than him and less derserving of him, she’s not as pure of sin as he is. Which makes her actions all the more shameful and embarrassing to her which is why she turns away from him and puts up a wall between them despite him saying he still wants to persue something with her. But now she isn’t looking at him as a repectable church going man who has potential to be her lifelong partner, now she sees him as a temptation that will lead her to sin.

So what has this got to do with Lydia’s decision to report Noelle? Well the clue is in the scene. When the Jim asks Aunt Lydia if this was enough to trigger an emergency removal Aunt Lydia replies ‘the child is vulnerable to a corrupting influence we are required by law to report moral weakness.’ This one line tells us everything we need to know about Aunt Lydia’s current state of mind. She set out to try and help Noelle but instead not only did she fail in helping Noelle onto the right path Noelle led Aunt Lydia astray, she corrupted her and brought out her moral weaknesses. It was Noelle who set bad examples for her by dating several men within close timing of each other, it was Noelle who gave her the make up, it was Noelle who encouraged her to go out with Jim and put temptation in her path. Aunt Lydia blames Noelle for her own moral weakness, as Aunt Lydia can’t tolerate moral weakness in herself so she can’t tolerate moral weakness in others. I know some viewers interpreted Lydia’s actions to be out of spite or revenge but I myself didn’t see it that way. While I do think Lydia has some resentment towards Noelle I think her main motivation was the child. I think Aunt Lydia really believes that she is protecting this child. As much as she has affection for Noelle and as much as she wishes she could’ve helped her Lydia has now turned her focus onto Ryan and keeping him safe. In her mind if Noelle can corrupt her, an adult, then Ryan is particularly vulnerable to being corrupted as well. Aunt Lydia fears Noelle will lead her child down the wrong path and so she must put aside her affection and feelings and do the right thing. You can see that the decision isn’t easy for her. Like even at the moment when she is reporting Noelle I didn’t look at Aunt Lydia and go that’s a cold woman, she was crying and it was obvious she was struggling with this choice, there were all kinds of emotions running over her face throughout that scene, but she saw no other way of making sure the child would be ok. The child is her priority.

So how does this tie in with Aunt Lydia’s character now in present day Gilead and with her relationship with the Handmaids. Well I do think that Aunt Lydia sees Noelle in alot of these Handmaids, as she did with Noelle she sees women who have walked down the wrong path but who have the potential to better themselves with some help. Only this time around she has learnt from her experience from Noelle and has decided that if she keeps herself emotinally cut off from these women then she will be better able to help them. She also won’t be vulnerable to being corrupted by them as she was by Noelle. So she stays involved enough to help them but not so much that she will form too deep a bond with them. I do think part of that is to protect herself, she cared for Noelle and so it hurt her when Noelle was still (in Lydia’s mind) living a sinful life and making the same mistakes as she always did. It hurt her and made her feel like a failure when she couldn’t help Noelle and so instead she focusses on helping the children. If she keeps herself closed off from these woman then when they inevitably do something that’ll lead to them being punished by the government it’ll hurt less. However as we’ve seen in small glimpses Aunt Lydia hasn’t been completely successful in disconnecting from these women, she has a bond with Janine and with June and I do think in a weird kind of way she has a certain kind of love and affection for all of these women. But she chooses to stay focussed on the children. I think in her mind she figured if I can’t help these women then at least I can help the children. So she makes protecting as many children as possible her life mission. That being said I do think that Aunt Lydia carries alot of guilt about what she did, I think deep down she knows what she did to Noelle was wrong and she knows what she’s doing to the Handmaid’s is wrong but if she admits that to herself then the guilt will consume her and so she tells herself that she is doing God’s work and that she is protecting the children, its all about the children they mean everything to her.

Another choice that I think was interesting is the decision to have Lydia’s last name be Clemence. The meaning of that name is merciful and gentle. Not really something that comes to mind when you think of Aunt Lydia right. But the thing is it fit her in the flashbacks. When we first meet her she does come across as a gentle woman. She is also shown as merciful, The definition of mercy is ‘to show compassion or forgiveness to someone who you have the potential to punish or cause harm to.’ Lydia could have punished Noelle right off the bat by calling child protection when she didn’t show up to pick Ryan up. She would have had plenty of reasons to not just her showing up late but the fact that she didn’t pack a proper lunch for him and it does seem like it was going on a while all of these things brings enough concern to call it in. But instead Lydia shows mercy and decides to try and help this young woman. We know that it all goes wrong and in the end Lydia ends up as far from a person described by her name as she can be. But I do wonder if this meaning behind her name will come into play again later in the season, maybe Aunt Lydia will be in a position where she has to decide between punishing and causing one of the Handmaid’s harm or showing them mercy. And maybe she lives up to her name and does show them mercy which could be a redemption arc for her. The choices of the other names are also significant. Lydia was a woman from the bible who is considered to be the first convert in Europe and who showed hospitality to the apostle Paul and Silas. Again this has links to Lydia’s own journey how she converts to the beliefs of Gilead but also within this episode when she shows hospitality to the mother and son. The name Noelle means Christmas. Again another biblical tie in. Christmas is also a time of giving and of family which is again closely linked with that character. She is a mother and so symbolic of family. Also her growing relationship with Lydia and the fact that her son comes to call her Aunt shows how there can be different forms of family. The son’s name Ryan means ‘little king’ or ‘descendant of the king’ again this fits in as it hints at his fate of becoming a commander’s son the ‘kings’ of Gilead and even how he himself may become a commander. It is also a nod at how the males have the power in Gilead;. The other character in the flashbacks is the principle whose name is Jim Thorne. His first name is a shortened version of the name James which again is another biblical name and means ‘one who follows’ which again really ties into this characters motives. He is a devout follower of his religion. The Throne part also has many links to the bible. Within the bible thorns symbolise sin. Thorns were first brought into the world right after Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit. As punishment they weren’t just cast out but God cursed their land so that thorns would grow, Genesis 3:18-20 – “Both thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you, And you shall eat the herb of the field.” So right from the beginning there was a link between thorns and sin. Later on in the bible Mark 4:3-9 ‘ Other seed fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked it.’ This is from the parable of the seeds. The seed represents those who hear the gospel, the thorns represent the sinners. Its talking about how a person can fall amongst sinners and how that can lead to them being lead astray. All of this has some significance within the episode as Mr Thorne represents Lydia’s sin and temptation. However the name Thorne can also represent the crown of thorns Jesus wore on the cross which represents the abolishment of sin and of Jesus’s love and his conquering of sin and death. The sad part is that Lydia looks at Mr Thorne and believes he is the thorns that are choking the seed (she’s the seed) but actually I think he symbolises the thorns of the crown which symbolise love and the destruction of sin. I think if she had followed him it would have led her down a path of love and with less sin.

Ok so next I want to talk about the way they used colours and the positioning of the characters in these flashbacks and what I think they could signify. The exciting part is that this section has pictures!! However they are very poor quality pictures and I would recommend you go back and watch the scenes in question again to get a good picture of what I mean, these pics are more like guidance to what scenes I’m talking about.

But anyway starting with this shot...

Here we can see that Ryan is sitting on top of a red circle which is the colour associated with Handmaid’s in the show, what’s also interesting is that the circle next to him is greenish blue the colour associated with the wives. Then inside the green circle is a red circle. This is obviously symbolic of the relationship between the Handmaid’s and the Wives and the symbolism Gilead uses for the ceremony. This idea that the Wives and Handmaid’s are linked together and that they create the children of Gilead together. The Handmaid bears the child for them and then the Wife raises the child. Also you can’t see it very well in the picture but Ryan is wearing clothes in shades of green signifying how these children born from the Handmaids are then dressed as the children of the Wives. Something else that is interesting is the positioning of Aunt Lydia. She is literally standing on top of the red circle. Again this is a pretty obvious message its to signify the power Aunt Lydia has over the Handmaid’s. But next we see Aunt Lydia step off the red circle and walk across the green circle to get to the child.

I do actually think this has some significance given other scenes in this episode and could be a clue for what is to come. In this episode we saw Aunt Lydia question two household’s, The Waterford’s and The Lawrence’s and whether they are a healthy enviroment for the Handmaid’s and more importantly the children. She even talks about removing June from the Lawrence’s in case June does get pregnant as she doesn’t think they have a safe home for a child. We also saw earlier in the season Lydia make the suggestion that Emily was effected by the enviroment at the Lawerence’s and that’s why she attcked Aunt Lydia and ‘stole’ Nichole. I think this is all going to lead to the Aunts investigating these households and others and maybe even appealing to other commanders to bring in new laws that will hold commanders and their wives responsible for how they treat Handmaids and to give the Aunts more powers to investigate households they suspect of wrongdoing or that couples must pass some kind of test and a series of checks before they are allowed to be issued a Handmaid.. Almost like the Aunts are going to go to war against the commanders and their wives led by Aunt Lydia all the name of protecting the children.

The next thing I want to touch on in this particular scene is Noelle.

This is the first shot we get of her and as you can see she has red accents in her clothes with the red scarf and bag. Again I think the costume designers did this deliberately to makes us connect Noelle with the Handmaids. This colouring is used more throguhout the flashbacks this shot for example.

Here we see Ryan sitting at table and the table cloth has shades of green in it yet the wall behind him is red again showing how the children are born and raised by the Handmaids and the Wives. I also think that it signifies that although the Wives say these are their children the Handmaid’s will always have a connection with their children that will never be erased no matter how hard Gilead tries. The Handmaid’s will always be lurking in the background watching over their children from a distance.

And the next time we see Noelle again we see them connecting her with the colour red. The wall behind her is red and the cushion she is leaning against has red in it. They really do want us to connect this character with this colour everytime we see her they position her so that she is surrounded by red accents. Another really interesting shot is this one...

Again you have the colours coming into play. Noelle is surrounded with a red background, Ryan has those green tones in front of him and the red behind. Also we are looking at Ryan through the chair and it gives this ilusion of Ryan being enclosed is a fence or cage much as the children of Gilead have a high level of protection around them. Of course while they consider it protection the Handmaid’s see it as a cage keeping them from their children. What else is noteworthy about the set up of this scene is that they have positioned Aunt Lydia between the child and his mother almost like a barrier, obviously to sybolise how Aunt Lydia will keep other mothers from their children in the future.

So the next flashback scene we get is the christmas and again right away they are flooding it with these same colour schemes. Here we have Ryan and you can see that he is surrounded by mostly red presents. But there in the background is that green tree looming. Again I think the positioning in this scene is important. Ryan is sat amongst the red which I think is symbolic of his current situation in that he is with his birth mother. But in front of him not too far away and looming is that green tree which I think symbolises what is to come for Ryan. It does make me wonder where Ryan and Noelle are now. It’s possible that one or both of them could have escaped to Canada or they sadly could have been killed. But there’s also a chance that Noelle ended up as a handmaid and Ryan as a child of a commander and wife. It would be interesting if they popped back up again at some point this season. The other thing that I think is significant in this scene is that the present Aunt Lydia is handing to Ryan is green. Again showing that connection between these Aunts who are aiding the wives in essentially stealing these children. Also once again Ryan is dressed in a green top.

This shot is very similar to the previous one with Ryan at the table in the positioning. Once again it puts Aunt Lydia between the mother and child and again right behind Noelle its pretty much all red. I also don’t think it’s a coincidence that Lydia is sat above them both again showing the power of the Aunts. Both the children and the Handmaid’s are helpless against them. They are the prisoners and the Aunts are the wardens.

I really think this shot shows that connection between each of the characters and the colours like if any shot emphasises what I’m trying to say about colours connected to figures of Gilead then its this one. Noelle has that red wall behind her but also slightly to the right is a green wall. Again this links Noelle to the Handmaid’s but also the connection between the Wives and the Handmaids how they are ever present in each others lives. Aunt Lydia is once again positioned between mother and child but also behind her is a brown unit which is the colour of the Aunts. Ryan is directly in front of the tree which is green but again there are some red elements again showing that link to how children are brought into the world in Gilead, as far as Gilead is concerned both Handmaid and Wife contribute to the birthing of that child.

Again when we see Noelle doing Aunt Lydia’s makeup she has that red wall behind she is also wearing a reddish lipstick. But here we also see her wearing a yellow top which again is significant as the colour yellow is a predominant colour on the Gilead flag. We also saw the colour earlier in the first pic of Ryan with the coloured circles there are two yellow ones. One of the yellow ones (just like the green one) has a smaller red circle inside it. I think this is suppose to symbolise how the Handmaid’s are trapped within Gilead.

When the focus in the scene shifts to Lydia we see that the background for her is very different from Noelle’s despite them being in the same space as each other. Aunt Lydia’s background has tones of brown and grey again thats in reference to the colours worn by the Aunts. It is also blurry and out of focus. I do think this was a concious choice and is suppose to signify Lydia’s feelings in this moment. It represents Lydia’s uncertainty. She is unsure of Noelle and how she feels about Noelle’s lifestyle, she is also unsure of whether she is doing the right thing in trying to help Noelle or whether she should have called child protection already. She’s unsure of her feelings for the principal and whether she should persue a relationship with him after her failed marriage. The other element that I think is significant is the coloured circles. Again there is a specific colour scheme being followed here. The red for handmaids, green for the wives, yellow for Gilead. The white could possibly also represent the handmaid’s like the wings they wear. But I think it may represent the children, white is a colour of innocence and purity and what’s more innocent or pure than a child. I do think these circles could be foreshadowing. It could signify that Lydia is going to be put into a scenario where she will be unsure of where her loyalties should lie, Should she stand by Gilead and their beliefs? Should she stand with the Wives these woman who are respectable God-fearing women? Or should she stand with the Handmaid’s the lost ones but who have so much potential and who have been granted that great gift of being able to bring children into the world? One thing she is sure of is that she will always stand up for the children and this too is represented in the circles. While the circles of the three other colours are blurred and not as bright, the white circles are in sharp focus and are radiant.

The last flashback is of the one where Lydia puts in the report. Here we see that Lydia has had a drastic makeover. Whereas before she was wearing a white top and had her hair flowing down she now has it tied up in that typical Aunt Lydia look. She is also wearing a brown cardigan, she looks much more like the Aunt Lydia we know now. Also when it shows us a shot of her hands and feet we see that she is once again standing on a red circle. What’s interesting is that all the other coloured circles are gone and only that one red one remains. I do think this shows the solidfying of Lydia’s journey to becoming this warden for the Handmaid’s at this point there was no chance of her turning back. She had made up her mind and now her focus would be on ‘helping’ women like Noelle onto the right path and protecting their children by removing them from them.

The last time we see Noelle she again has on that red scarf and has the red bag. What I do find interesting is that whereas the last time we saw her in the scarf she had on a beige ish coloured coat this time it looks more like a dark green. I don’t think its an accident that the item of clothing that is red is the one that is round her neck, I think this is suppose to be reminiscent of a noose or of a slave collar its this idea of the handmaid’s having their freedom and even their lives taken from them. They live in a world that is slowly choking any fight or rebellion or life out of them. Even the bag being red could signify the burden they have to carry, it could also symbolise this idea of ‘carrying’ a child. It is unimaginable what these women have to go through, being raped once a month and then having to carry their rapists child for nine months before going through labour and then straight away having their baby taken from them. The green coat around her as with all the other instances where the two colours have appeared side by side is to show the connection between these two groups of women. I think its also serving the purpose in this scene where this woman has just had her child taken away from her of making sure that not just the Handmaids are in the viewer’s minds but also the Wives. This group of women who are benefitting from the mothers’ suffering.

So yeah I think the storyline with Noelle was suppose to act as a narrative for what is currently happening to the Handmaid’s in Gilead. She is a mother who had her child taken by a woman who had acted as a caregiver type figure in her life and given to a couple who was ‘desperate to adopt.’ I do think that’s why they used the colours in this way. To bring to mind the groups of people each of the characters represent.

Any way thast’s all for now to all of you who have read to the end thank you very much for taking the time. Feel free to let me know what you thought of Lydia’s backstory. DId you hate it? Was it everything you ever wanted from her backstory? What else would you like to know about Aunt Lydia’s past? I personally wouldn’t mind learning more about her marriage. She said he was a mistake but I would like some details on what happened that caused the marriage to break down. I have my own personal theory. We’ve seen Aunt Lydia interact with and shame two women now who have slept with married men, Noelle and June. She did look quite hurt when Noelle mentioned the new guy had a wife. It does make me wonder if Lydia was a victim of that scenario and that her husband cheated on her. But I don’t know what do you guys think?

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