#to see men and masculinity as worthy of admiration

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the Patrick nude sketch is so beautiful oh my god when you draw that man it is like... indescribably beautiful, it's like historical art pieces depicting naked people but it's Patrick beloved

Thank youuu 🥺 I'm very passionate about treating bodies as art, and especially bodies that historically aren't associated with beauty

I'm really grateful that so many people find beauty in the same things/people I do 🫶

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Lilith in the 4th house 💎

Lilith in Cancer can also read it, or Lilith-moon aspects.

⚠️ Read: Mention of cheating, family dynamic and mothers!

What to learn: Emotions make you stronger, you are worthy of real love, and your family shouldn't define you.

What to avoid: Having victim mentality, blame others for your wrongdoings, and over nurturing tendencies with others.

Some celebrities: Alexa Demie, John Travolta, Donald Trump, Ozzy Osbourne, Shia Labeouf, Justin Bieber, Cameron Díaz, Brook Shields, Kristen Dunst, Margot Robbie, William Shakespeare (apparently) Cary Grant, Orlando Bloom, Jennifer Garner, and Jessica Alba.

🕯Issues with femininity and the idea of being a woman. In men, issues with being nurtured by a woman.

🕯Undeveloped Lilith attracts overprotective (toxic) people and manipulators.

🕯 They could cheat with people who are married just for the sake of feeling better (if bad aspected).

🕯 Other women admire or like them, but men like them more (male gaze).

🕯The mother could compete with them for certain reasons. These creates issues with female peers.

🕯 Can easily became a mother even thought they don't want it. Pregnancy scares could be a thing. Use protection please.

🕯They're very private about their roots and family. They will avoid posting pictures on their social networks.

🕯 Motherhood troubles them; they can come to a term if they do it willingly.

🕯 Mothers are sacred to them, but mother was also their worst nightmare. Mother was harsh and cold at times.

🕯 Emotions are not easy to read for them; sometimes, they might ignore them, creating chaos.

🕯 They prefer long-term relationships even if it is toxic. They might follow the family pattern. The must work on it.

🕯 Father was an absent figure; mother has both roles combined. They can imitate this too if bad aspected, especially men.

🕯Emotional manipulator: they can use people's feelings to their pleasure.

🕯 They use their body and feminine energy to lurk others in. "Why you feel like that?.... tell me"

🕯Undeveloped Lilith is the friend who cheats with you bf/crush and makes her innocent face..."I didn't knew you were together" (pd: she knew).

🕯 People can see them as innocent or someone who need protection.

🕯Disconnection with the body and their feminine energy, especially when something traumatic happens at home.

🕯Women has difficult relationships with mothers or mother figure during childhood. Mother was very demanding.

🕯Here, Lilith doesn't want to be consider only a "woman"; they want more than that.

🕯However, this Lilith can be highly sexualised due to their feminine energy. Men can use them as ego boost for the immature masculine energy.

🕯 Men with this placements can have big issues with their emotions. They may ignore their pain and feminine energy, producing cheating or violence outburst.

🕯Both (women and men) can be moody when they're "hurt", and use these emotions as weapons.

🕯The mother could have hurt them or used for her benefit. She may sold them metaphorically to society, or they didn't shield them when they need to.

🕯Prone to follow traumas from their childhood. If they denied their mother issues, they may repeat their pattern.

🕯 As a mother, they are afraid to be like their mother. It's highly possible that this native sees motherhood as complex. However, they are call to cut the ties with the past.

🕯 The best partner is someone who nuturues them, but this person is destructive for their home if wounded. So, they may run away from "commitment" or commit too quickly to toxic people.

🕯 Society pressures them to be a woman. To follow a certain path, they have to deal with the Madonna-whore complex.

🕯 When they are younger, they tend to be sexualized. When older, people "miss" their old self aka beauty. Here, the native must value herself in very stage. She isn't missing anything. She is worthy in every stage.

🕯 They were sexualised very young, unfortunately. Even use as profitable object, look at Justin Bieber, Brook Shield and Shia Labeouf. They were introduced very young to Hollywood.

🕯Deep down, many of them want the home and family they couldn't have. However, they must understand that marriage is more that a social contract. It's a healing process for them. Love goes a deep as they let it.

🕯 Some may have weird family dynamics, which lead to traumas.

🕯 They will very private with their families, partners and lovers. Overprotective tendencies.

🕯Like to follow traditional roles such as, marriage, couple titles (ex: bf or gf), or/ and traditional families. Also, they make like to damage them.

🕯 They can be seen as a perfect parent or as a lacking one. Society is the one that decides (is not always true).

🕯Prefer to live far away from their family. It's safer for them.

🕯 It's very protective of their love ones, especially younger children and sisters/brothers.

🕯Their home is a very private area. They save it from really close people.

🕯They prefer to have small wedding or doing something rather private. If Lilith is immature, they will be a show.

🕯 Bad aspected Lilith would like to take your bf or husband from the sake of feeling loved. They're wining him over you because "they're better than you".

🕯Home could have an abusive dynamic.

🕯Young girls and boys are prone to date older men/ women due to mommy / daddy issues. With time, they realize that nobody can heal them, only themselves will do it.

Take care, loves!

Note: just take what resonates.💚

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Parallels: Chapter 14 The Predator

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!FemReader

No use of y/n

Rating: Explicit (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: With Miguel in full rage mode, it’s up to you to save the day . But what happens after you finally stop the anomaly?

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, blood kink, biting, feral Miguel, borderline marking (don’t fucking look at me) fingering, oral f receiving , rough sex, possessive Miguel, waxing poetic about cumming (I said don’t fucking look at me!!!)

A/N:  Sorry this took a while! My only excuse is that I was WAY over thinking this chapter and I also started another fic because why not. I hope this being absolutely filthy makes up for the wait....

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Chapter 14

The Predator

This must be what mice feel like under the gaze of a cat. Like a rabbit that wandered into a foxhole. A spider caught in her own web— completely helpless.

The man you admire stalks towards you with inhuman, jerky movements. Whatever Kraven had poisoned him with had burned through his power suppressants and left you with the part of him you still didn’t fully understand. The part of him you both feared— now walking free.

He’s right in front of you now, your head hanging directly at his eye level. He leans closer and you shiver as you feel his hot breath against your neck. You need to break your restraints, you need to move but panic freezes over your limbs.

“Miguel,” You say softly, “It’s me. I-it’s me. Fight it.”

Your spider-sense is ringing in your ears and you’re not entirely sure what it’s telling you. You can only assume it’s doing the same for him.

“Arañita,” He draws back, his piercing red eyes shooting right through you. You can see the battle raging behind them. The struggle within himself. He recognizes you, yes, but is he in control?

Mocking laughter takes his attention away from you. Kraven is perched in a tree just above. 

“There you are,” he says pridefully, “There is the beast worthy of my prowess. Let the true hunt begin!”

Miguel roars, leaping after the crazed hunter. His movements are more powerful than you’ve ever seen. You feel every reverberation of his powerful claws as he scales the trees. You swear you hear the massive redwood crack through its center as he does so. His every move was lethal— deadly. A killing machine. 

And it’s exactly what Kraven wanted. 

The hunter bounds from branch to branch again, giving Miguel chase with a chorus of maniacal laughter. He was enjoying this way too much. And here you were, dangling by your own webs— helpless.

Miguel brought you here to help him, to be a team. So you’re going to help him.

You manage to swing yourself to the tree trunk the snare trap was attached to. You stand horizontally, your feet easily sticking to the bark. With yourself anchored down it was much easier to get the proper leverage to break your webs. With one final flex, you shrug them off and immediately follow Miguel and Kraven. 

You couldn’t see them anymore but they were making enough noise to alert the entire forest. Several small critters run through the branches in the opposite direction. Follow the sound of breaking twigs and masculine roars and you’d be on their tail in no time. Who needs a spider-sense. 

Even in the panic you still find yourself on high alert with your surroundings. Kraven had laid traps that stopped both of you already. Who knows how much of the forest he boobytrapped. Who knows if Miguel could even sense them anymore in his state. 

This wasn’t just about catching an anomaly anymore. This was about protecting Miguel. Protecting him from himself. You have no idea how you’re going to do it but you have to get them separated, get Kraven in a cage, and get Miguel calm and somewhere safe. 

You’re fucking Spider-Woman. This should be easy… That’s what you tell yourself anyway. 

They’re fast but you still manage to catch up. You keep a loose pursuit a few dozen yards back. The two men too distracted with fighting each other to bother with you. If you keep stealthy you can work this situation exactly like the Electro mission. Miguel distracts while you capture. You don’t have any of the cyber traps but you could still web him up. At least long enough to kick him into a portal.

If it ain’t broke don’t fix it.

Miguel grabs Kraven’s ankles and they both plummet to the forest floor. Perfect. You shoot to the upper branches. With the higher vantage point, you’d have a clear shot with your webs. Luck seems to be on your side for once in this whole fucking ordeal. 

They grapple and wrestle wildly around the ground. You just needed a split second of an opening and you’d have him. It’s all you needed— Just a second.

Miguel pins the hunter to the tree you’ve perched yourself in. The force of the impact ripples all the way up the trunk. The wood groans and cracks in protest. They haven’t spotted you, your form still concealed by the branches.

This is it. It’s your chance to end this. He’s right there. Miguel raises a mighty claw to the hunter and you ready your spinnerets.

It happens all within a fraction of a second. 

You shoot a web. Kraven twists out of Miguel’s grasp just as his claw comes down. Kraven slips away with practiced ease and Miguel slices through the tree. With your web's original target now gone, it explodes on the ground at Miguel’s feet. His gaze shoots up directly to you— A gaze completely devoid of the man you know.

Well fuck.

He begins to crawl to you, Kraven completely forgotten behind him. A thunderous snap rings out of the wood from Miguel’s claw marks at the base. The tree gives one final groan before cracking under its own weight. The tree begins to tip backward, yet Miguel seems unbothered by it. He had a new target. 

Double fuck.

“Forget her!” Kraven yells as he pulls Miguel back, “I will deal with her next.”

You leap from the falling tree, swinging yourself to safety on a nearby branch. The two men below you continue their constant power struggle, seemingly unbothered by the falling giant next to them. Seems like Miguel took Kraven’s advice. He’d forgotten about you. 

You don’t know much about how Miguel works when he’s in this state. He didn’t have a strategy or the same carefully planned movements you were used to. It was only rage. Unbridled rage. 

There were only the things in front of him. Whatever caught his attention. That’s what he could focus on. That’s what he was capable of. You couldn’t take a passive role here and just wait for an opening like you planned. If you had any chance of getting to Miguel, you still had to separate them. 

What better way to do that than to forcefully insert yourself.

“Please be able to sense me coming, big guy,” You shoot a web across the clearing where the two were fighting. You grasp it tightly and take a deep breath that comes out more as an irritated sigh, “Tallyho.”

You swing. 

Your prayers are answered and Miguel seems to sense you, ducking out of the way of your dramatic entrance. Your feet make contact with Kraven’s face, your full momentum sending him flying several feet. You roll to a stop, poised perfectly between the two men.

You’re back to Miguel. You can feel his rage. His anger. His confusion. You slowly turn to face him, peeling off your mask as you do so. There was no need for it here. You feel the shared buzzing in your head amplify as recognition flashes across Miguel's face, just for a moment. He feels it too. Primal instincts ruled him now. The spider-sense tells him what your words never could. 

We’re on the same team. 

“Stupid girl!” Kraven shouts behind you, “You interfere with destiny!”

“You’re interfering with reality, so I think you have me beat.” You spit back. 

“Do not come between a hunter and his prey.”

“A little late for that, buddy.” You scoff. 

Miguel roars, bounding over you and directly for Kraven. The hunter leaps for him too. 

Within a fraction of a second, you make a decision. Maybe you couldn’t separate them like this, not when instinct ruled the fight. Not when they were so much stronger than you. If you couldn’t get them apart then you had to move them together, just like when you brought Miguel back home from his dystopian mission all those weeks ago. 

You don’t have to play by The Hunter's rules. Take Kraven out of his element and force him into yours. Get him in chains then help Miguel. And the plan was still the same as the old one… forcefully insert yourself.

Time seems to speed up again and the two predators are bounding for each other right above your head. In mid-air, they’re the most vulnerable. You leap between them, a portal springing from your wrist as you do so. All three of you tumble through together and blip across reality.

The trip back to the tower was long considering the position of this universe in the multiverse. You could jump to most realities in a matter of seconds, here you would be traveling through wormholes for just over a minute—a minute with these two raging men. An eternity by multiverse travel standards. You could do it. You could keep them under control. It’s only a minute. 

You’re quite literally trapped in the chaos. Both of them seemingly unbothered by the sudden change of environment continue fighting while you struggle to get free from the tussle. Not the most ideal situation but at least you’re out of the booby-trapped forest. Once you’re in the tower everything will be okay.

It’s only a minute.

Sandwiched between the two raging men, you kick both your feet as hard as you can, effectively using your body as a crowbar. You spiral through the wormhole with Kraven, Miguel trailing further behind. They’re both in front of you now, Kraven crawling to get closer to you and Miguel clawing to get closer to Kraven. 

You take advantage of the newly established distance and ready your webs at Kraven. If you could subdue him just a little, this whole thing would be so much easier. You shoot but he’s still too quick. He grabs the web and pulls you into him. It’s moments like this you wish you had claws.

He pulls you into a bear hug, squeezing every ounce of air from your lungs. You swear you hear bones crack.

“You couldn’t say out of it could you, dorogoy!” He growls in your ear, “You want this to be your fight so bad? Fine.”

Just past his shoulder, you can see Miguel is nearly on both of you now, claws ragging and fangs bared. With a loud grunt of effort, Kraven quickly flips you both around. Before you even have time to guess his plan, you feel it— a stabbing pressure in your neck and warm blood trickling down. Movements too fast Miguel couldn’t stop himself until it was too late.

He’d bitten you, venom now injecting into your veins. Paralizing venom meant for Kraven.

Miguel removes his mouth from your shoulder and the instant he does your spider-sense explodes in your head. Fear, confusion, anger, rage— you cycle through every emotion in an instant as venom starts to pulse through your body. In the slew of feelings, one stands prominent. Panic. Sheer panic.

You can’t see his face behind you, but you can feel him— the same as you. Panicking, even amid his animalistic rage he’s still a man. Still your Miguel. You swear you can hear his thoughts screaming in your head.

What did I do? What did I do?!

A mocking chuckle starts in Kraven’s throat again. You don’t want him to have it, a moment of victory. He hasn’t stopped either of you. Not yet. You still have precious seconds before you’re paralyzed and useless. Seconds you won’t waste.

You swing your head forward, colliding with Kraven’s. You feel his nose crunching under your forehead. It’s enough for his grip to loosen just enough. You leap from between the two of them, webbing Kraven’s hands together in the process. You pull him forward away from Miguel, now left trailing behind again. 

The exit portal sneaks up on you— your one minute is up. You burst into the 2099 reality dragging the Kraven anomaly on a leash. You pull him from the portal and swing him into the closest wall. You’d teleported to Miguel’s lab. You can feel your brain fogging. Limbs weakening. Contain him— now. That’s all you had to do. 

You quickly look around for anything you can use. By some stroke of luck, a pile of cyber traps sat on a nearby desk. You throw one without hesitation. Before Kraven can get back on his feet he’s trapped in a glowing cage of energy. 

It’s done. The bots can take care of the rest. It’s over.

Finally, Miguel bursts from the portal behind you. Oh yeah, you think briefly.

It’s not like last time though. He’s not all ragging claws and gnashing teeth. He sits there, crouched down and completely still. The portal blips from existence and an eerie silence fills the room. It’s then that you notice something. You feel— fine.

The effects of Miguel’s venom are nearly instantaneous, you’d seen it before, yet here you stand completely okay. You lightly touch the wound on the apex of your shoulder and neck and pull your hand away. You don’t know what you expect to see, maybe neon green mixed with crimson red, something alien and inexplicable, but it’s just blood. It’s just blood and you’re just fine. 

But what about Miguel?

He still sits there, unmoving. You dare to take a step closer. “Miguel?”

“Don’t” he growls, his shoulders tensing. “Finish it.”

You glance down and see his claws digging into the floor, pulling up the metal paneling. He’s trying to get himself under control. You quickly turn to grab a dose of his suppressants when that fucking voice stops you.

“Oh, this I did not expect,” Kraven laughs from his small prison in the corner. “A viper can not poison one of its own. And here I thought I’d get you out of the way. You two are of the same making, no? Well, what does this mean?”

“Shut. Up.” You sneer at him. You hear Miguel’s claws digging deeper into the floor— holding himself back. 

Don’t let him provoke you.

“Perhaps this is still your fight, dorogoy,” the hunter tuts, “A shame I’m not part of it, though.”

Miguel turns to him, his face completely cast in shadow. Only the reds of his eyes seen from the dark void, “She said… shut up.”

Kraven’s expression shifts. His eyebrows raise in amusement, a sickening smile curving in the corners of his mouth. “Oh. Oh, I see. Not a fight but… perhaps something else. You both reek of it. Desire.”

“Shut up. Shut up.” Miguel heaves. You feel like you can’t move.

“You’re part of her now, flowing through her veins. You’ve claimed her,” His disgusting words send shivers down your spine, “Or have you claimed her already, beast?”

The tension snaps. Miguel hurdles toward the cage. Claws and blades clash against the force field with an ugly static crack. He moves so fast his arms are almost a blur, struggling to break past the barrier. A raging frenzy to get closer to his target. Kraven doesn’t move, standing still with that gut-wrenching smile never once faltering. He didn’t win the fight, sure, but he’s enjoying taunting Miguel. 

You’ve decided you’ve had enough of this madness— from both of them.

“Miguel!” you scream so loud it echoes through the entire lab. Miguel freezes, glancing over his shoulder at you. You should be afraid of him, and maybe some part of you is, but you know who he is. The man underneath all of this, “He’s not worth it.”

He remains frozen. You’re not sure if he’s debating if you’re right or not— or if he’s just trying to fight the animal inside. Eventually, he steps away with a loud grunt, crawling back into the shadows. 

A faint sigh of relief passes through your lips, “Lyla, get him out of here.” you call to the room. Several bots crawl into view and begin taking the cage out. 

Kraven’s eyes were glued to you, that sickening, amused smile still there, “Do svidaniya, dorogoy.” You hold back the urge to spit in his direction until the door shuts behind him. 

He’s gone. Now just one more thing to deal with. 

You grab the injection gun from his desk. Miguel sits in a dark corner facing the wall. You approach him cautiously, dampener serum in hand. 

“Mig?” You coo softly, “Let’s take care of you.”

“Leave it.” He growls through gritted teeth, “I’ll… do it myself.” 

“You can’t,” You take another step closer. 

He whips around, a spine-chilling sound rumbling from his throat. “Just… go.” his words dripped with rage. With something inhuman. He’s fighting so hard to be present. 

You can’t just leave with him like this. How can he expect you to just walk away now? Even though you're annoyed by his insistence, you understand why. He’s still ashamed. He’s scared of what he’ll do and with good reason. 

I don’t want you to see me like this.

And yet, you can’t bring yourself to just leave him.

“No.” You stand your ground. “You don’t scare me, Mig.”

“I should,” He stands, lumbering toward you, massive arms hanging low at his sides. Each heavy step closer sends a shock wave up your body, “Look what happened.”

He grabs your injured shoulder forcefully. He stares down at the fresh bite mark, blood still weakly dripping from it. There was almost no pain with it anymore, but maybe… something else.

You feel the spider-sense stir between you. 

“But it’s okay,” you assure him softly, “I’m okay. Nothing happened.”

“But we didn’t know that,” He grits out, “We didn’t know you’d—” 

A pained moan escapes his lips and he steps away. You feel it rising— the heat in your belly. 

“Please,” he whimpers, “Just go. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You stand still for a moment, debating if you really should. If you even could. Is something calling you to stay with him or is it just your own selfish desires?  You decide you don’t care. You feel it now stronger than you ever have. The need for him. His smell. His taste— everything.

You step towards him again, into the shadows. You place your hand on his chest, letting the touch linger for a moment. You feel his heart beating at a record pace. 

“You could never hurt me.”

It all comes crashing down, both of your paper-thin resistance. He attacks your mouth hungrily, bringing you both to your knees. You drop the injector gun, leaving it long forgotten on the floor. He crawls on top of you, you cling to whatever part of him you can. 

It’s a frenzy. A feverish, lustfully brawl you want to surrender your entire body to. In a way you already have. The sense sings and moans with the two of you in a way it never had before. Something deep and primal and sick— you loved it. 

His mouth is on your neck, trailing across your throat to the bloody mark he’s made. He pauses when he gets to it, his lips hovering just above the bloody bite. Your skin pricks in anticipation, for what exactly, you don’t know. 

He licks a long, hot stripe across the mark before bringing his mouth completely down on it. You don’t expect it.  Electricity shoots through your entire being. You grab at his head, not to pull him away, but to push him closer— impossibly closer. He moans at your encouragement, drinking from your neck like it’s the holy grail itself. 

You fucking love it. Why do you love it? Why do you want him so badly this way? Questions that shoot through your head at warp speed but you decide you don’t really care to answer any of them. You don’t care about the why anymore. You just want him.

He comes off you with a gasp, blood smearing his mouth. His eyes are lidded and dazed as he looks down at you. The look sends a wave of arousal straight to your core— and it doesn’t go unnoticed. A predatory spark flashes across his face and he descends on you again.

His massive hands wrap around your midsection, squeezing roughly. You can feel him trembling. He drops his forehead to yours, “Do you feel it, Arañita?”

“Yes.” you breathe. 

He closes his eyes, breathing you in slowly, “Tell me to stop.”

Your hands come up to his chest again, his suit fading away in an instant. His breathing is heavy and ragged. You could stop this all now. You should stop this— but—-

“Never,” you pull him into another kiss, blood still fresh on his lips. He moans into you before taking control again. 

He turns you around onto your hands and knees, ripping a sloppy line down the back of your suit. The material falls away, exposing you to him entirely. He grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back and licking a long stripe up the length of your spine. The sensation nearly makes your knees give out. 

“Oh god,” you hear him murmur against your skin, “Look at you. Fucking look at you.”

“Miguel, please,” You whine. You need him. You fucking need him now. 

“Poor thing,” He growls, fingers ghosting over your waiting cunt. He pushes one in, slowly. You bite your lip, suppressing the moan he’s pulling out of you, “So wet for me. Always so goddamn wet for me. Such a good girl.”

He adds another finger and the air in your lungs dries up into a breathless gasp. He pumps into you, once— twice— Three times. Lude wet sounds fill the massive space. He rips his hand from you, and you almost scream at the sensation, the sudden emptiness. Then you hear it again, lustful, sickening wet sounds followed by muffled moans— He’s licking his fingers clean of you. 

His wet hands grab your hips roughly with a loud slap. He pulls you back towards him, dragging you along the floor. You preen under him, arching your hips higher. 

“So filthy,” he growls, squeezing your hips to the point of bruising.

He comes down on you again. You scream when you feel his tongue dragging through your slick folds, stopping just at the edge of your seam, the bridge of his nose nudging at your hole. He greedily laps at you, pulling the most sinful sounds from your throat. You fall on your forearms, displaying yourself even more for him. The position was so vulnerable yet so delicious. You were at his full mercy.

And again, he fucking pulls away. 

You whine, nearly screaming from the loss this time. But he doesn’t let you move, hands still firmly grasping your hips.

“Shhh, Arañita.” His wet lips hover along your back again, kisses placed along their trail up your spine. You finally feel his hard length resting on your ass. He pulls himself down and slicks himself through your folds. Already overstimulated, it feels like heaven. 

He jerks you back, and in one fluid motion completely buries himself inside you. Your face contorts into a silent scream, the stretched pain easily melting into pleasure. He holds you there, just for a moment. His breath is already heavy and ragged. You feel every inch of him. You feel him throbbing inside you.

“T-take me so well, baby,” You swear he spits it through clenched teeth. He drags you off him painfully slowly and slams you back at light speed. You choke out a delighted moan, “Tan jodidamente buena.”

He starts a punishing pace, using you as he sees fit.

You reach down to your aching clit in dire need of relief. His hand instantly swats yours away, his fingers quickly working over your swollen bud. He leans over you, his free arm practically caging you in while his hips keep up their brutal pace. He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, right next to the bite mark.

“Who makes you feel this good?” He growls in your ear, “Say it.”

By some divine miracle, you're able to form speech.

“Y-you do,” you moan back, “Only you.”

“That’s right. Only I can fuck you like this. Only me.” He says it like the most assured thing in the world, and you know he’s right. His fingers work quicker over your clit, sending you to a new high. You’re close. So fucking close.

His mouth comes back down on you, suckling again at the bloody mark he’d left. He’s consuming you in every sense of the word— at his full mercy.

You know you surely scream loud enough for the entire tower to hear, and you don’t fucking care.

You come like a crack of thunder, loud and ungodly powerful. It surges through you, ripping you apart and rebuilding you again from the atomic level. A numb, euphoric moment where you're drifting on the clouds of the world, experiencing all of creation at once before plummeting back down to earth in a flaming ball that threatens to burn you up entirely. You almost want the flames to consume you if it meant you could be like this with him forever.

Then you’re finally gasping for air again, Miguel still pounding into you like a fever dream.

“Oh god,” A pained groan drools out of his mouth. “S-so– so tight when you come.”

He pulls you both backward, holding you there on your knees while he continues to fuck up into you. He held you close to him while he chased his pleasure now. You arch back into him, your head resting in the crook of his neck. His fingers haven’t left your throbbing clit, nearly blinding you with how sensitive you were now. His other hand drags along your body, coming up to squeeze your breast. Every small movement on your skin was like fire.

You’re an absolute mess. A stammering, over-stimulated, cock drunk mess. You feel your vocal cords straining yet can’t seem to stop yourself from wailing out in pure ecstasy. 

His movements have become more desperate so close to release. He pounds harder and harder until he’s falling down around you with a choked gasp. His quivering muscles cage in around you as he pumps you full of everything he has. You feel him throbbing, his cock straining inside you until he’s completely spent.

He relaxes, his giant form pinning you down to the floor. The steady breathing of his chest pushing into you as you both gather yourself.

It’s seconds, it’s years, you don’t know how long it is until you both move. He rolls off of you slowly, a pained grunt he tries to hide when he slips out of you. It all leaks out of you, trailing down your thigh and instantly sending a cold shiver up your spine when it meets the air. You both lay there shoulder to shoulder, naked in a glistening mess— completely unsure of what to say now.

Whatever you’d both just done, what you’d experienced, was indescribable. 

You see him reach over and grab the injector gun, shooting the dose into his shoulder instantly— though you’re not entirely sure he needed it anymore.

“Told you I could do it myself,” Miguel sighs as he lays back down next to you.

“Such a big boy,” You taunt him, rolling over to cuddle up to his side.

He pulls you in without hesitation. He places a kiss on the top of your head before letting a final deep breath sigh from his mouth. You expect him to suddenly come back to reality. To remember all the blood and start profusely apologizing. To beg you to leave so you didn’t have to look at him anymore and get back to work, his whole usual shtick. 

Instead, he says something you never expected. 

“Let’s go home.”

__________

Miguel needs to stop making promises to himself he can’t keep. 

You’re in his bed again, curled up in one of his shirts fast asleep. You’re staying the night— again. It didn’t feel right to just send you home after what you’d both been through, but maybe he just didn’t want you to leave either.  

He can’t sleep, sitting up and watching you as if you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. Part of him hopes you would just vanish, then it would mean none of this was ever real. There’d be no consequences and he could go on living his life without the looming threat of you being gone one day. 

To his simultaneous disdain and relief, you’re still soundly sleeping in his bed.

He runs his finger over the bandages now adorning your neck. Various other scrapes and bruises from him were scattered around your body. It should be completely healed by morning but he’ll always know what he did to you. He’ll always know what you both did tonight. 

It’s not something he can explain, and if he’s being honest he doesn’t want to think about it either. Something took over him, of both of you— and he loved it. A part of himself he’d fought for years to keep caged was out and it felt amazing. It was amazing because you were there for it all. You did something to him. 

But what would happen if you weren’t there? This is the second time you’ve saved his ass. The second time he’d dragged you specifically into trouble he’d created. He’d never needed rescuing before. Had he gone soft? Or was he perhaps going at everything too hard? He doesn’t know for certain but he’s sure of one thing— it was better when you were there.

Yes… you’d definitely changed something in him, and he’s not entirely sure it’s for the better. 

He was a protector. He stood up for those who couldn’t do it themselves, for his community, for his colleagues, the whole universe at large. Yet here you were, saving him from himself again. It wasn’t right. It was unfair to put his burden on your shoulders too. You didn’t ask for any of this, but neither did he really.

You’d both known from the beginning that this wasn’t going to be anything. It was only an arrangement out of necessity until he could free you both. A freak coincidence. And now it’d become so much more, hadn’t it? He wants to kick himself for letting it get this far. He knows better. But when it came to you, he just couldn’t help himself.

It can’t continue. He had the means to end it and he will. The serum is ready and waiting. The cure. You’d likely hate him forever, and that’s fine. He’ll be fine with seeing you live your life from a distance, knowing you’d both be safer for it. That’s what you’d both agreed upon after all, wasn’t it? 

Yeah, he really needed to stop making promises he couldn’t keep. 

Tonight, he’ll just hold you close. Memorize every line on your face. Every valley of your body. The sound of your breathing. He’ll lock the memory of you deep down and hold it close so it never gets out again. Tonight, you’re still his. 

Tomorrow, he’ll finally put an end to this madness. 

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Translations:

Arañita- Little Spider dorogoy- Darling or dear Do svidaniya, dorogoy- Goodbye, dear Tan jodidamente buena- So Fucking good

And of course do Correct me if any of this is wrong <3 I'm gonna go touch some grass now bye

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@ineedgarlicbread @pinkiemme @thesilenthill @bontensbabygirl @fallenangelsongwolf @raerorigel @littlefreakymunson @viriexo

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Taglist post here!!!

[sokkas-therapist]

Ok so I decided I am going to post that “atla live action hot take” I mentioned

Click below the cut if you’re interested in hearing my take on the whole “taking away sokka’s sexism” thing

1) nobody is glorifying sokka’s sexism by saying it should be kept in the show. It’s quite literally the opposite. The original series did a great job using his sexism as a lesson; any time sokka made a sexist remark in the first 4 episodes it was made abundantly clear that he was wrong, and as soon as Sokka was proven wrong he admitted that he was misguided, apologized, quite literally bowed down on his knees to ask for forgiveness, and even asked to learn from the kiyoshi warriors, and excepted wearing their traditional uniforms, further surrendering his flawed perspective of societal gender roles. A wonderfully executed example of writers using their characters to teach viewers a lesson: which was, in this case, that sexism is wrong. Sokka’s sexism was not left unresolved, so why take away a valuable lesson in the show??

2) if you take away a character’s flaws…then they don’t have development. A character can’t learn and grow from their mistakes if they never make mistakes.

If a charecter starts off perfect and unflawed then they are surface level and lack depth or the ability for an arc.

And no, this is not saying that Sokka didn’t have many other admirable qualities like his intelligence and adaptability etc.. He 100% had those qualities. But one of the coolest things about the original atla series was their ability to flesh out side charecters and give them depth. A charecter who is simply smart then becomes smarter, or adaptable then becomes even more adaptable, lacks depth and internal conflict.

Sokka’s sexism was the starting point for his internal conflict. Sokka wasn’t just sexist to be sexist, or because the entire southern water tribe was misogynistic (and we know for a fact they weren’t, because if they were misogynistic, then Katara wouldn’t have been shocked when the North denied her waterbending training). He was misogynistic because being seen/accepted as a “man” and a strong warrior was all Sokka wanted after his father left him behind. In reality, we know his father was only trying to protect his son from the horrors of war. But to a young and impressionable child, Sokka internalized this as him not being “man” enough, so he dedicated himself to becoming the person he thought would make his father proud. He was always reaching for this unattainable standard he set for himself, which lead to him having a skewed and toxic view of masculinity that he took out on the women around him. He associated being a worthy warrior with being a traditionally masculine man, and leaned way too far into fulfilling the gender roles men and women are told to play in society in hopes of gaining his father’s approval. We see him do this by suppressing his feelings of inferiority as a nonbender, along with all the aspects of himself that he thought could be seen as “weak” or “feminine” (ex: his love for shopping and poetry and art that we see develop up until the literal end of the series).

So clearly, the vast majority of sokka’s charecter development that deals with internal conflict stems from the toxic view of masculinity and gender roles that he adopted after being left behind by his father, which caused him to outwardly lash out toward katara and Suki with misogynist comments. So taking away the sexism we see in the first few episodes eliminates important context that makes sokka’s character development throughout the entire series significant, not just an “iffy unnecessarily bigoted message”, because it was quite literally used to show that sexism was wrong.

I wasn’t going to say anything about this at first but seeing so many people display a fundamental lack of understanding for the premise of character development and the usage of charecter flaws to promote positive messages in media set me off. Just…WTF????

(Also I know I wrote a summarized version of this in the tags for another post but I wanted to expand upon it more and make this a separate post)

[uglynicc]

Listen, I avoided this movie for AGES thinking it fit into the Bro Movie Torture P0rn™️ genre which really isn't my thing, but after going down a rabbit hole of video esays and analysis, I decided to watch it.

And I actually loved it. There is SO MUCH commentary about this movie but I enjoyed it enough to dive into my own analysis of it lol, even if it's one that's been done before.

The book does sound like it's a bit too gruesome for me (plus the author's comments about "women can't make movies" definitely rubs me the wrong way), but only going off the movie I am blown away how some toxic trolls out there entirely miss the point and unironically idolize Bateman.

Firstly, I interpreted this as a comedy, a real dark satirical one, and I laughed a LOT.

Second, I do think the murders are in his head. I know there's room for commentary about The Rich And Elite Being Able to Literally Get Away With Murder, but I'm fairly certain someone would, at the very least, complain about a naked man running through an apartment complex with a chainsaw after a screaming woman. All the little hints that a lot of events didn't happen also lead me to think this.

I think he's still a D Bag who abuses sex workers, but that the killing was either a fantasy to give himself a sense of power, control, and greater agency in his life, or that it is a product of untreated and worsening mental state.

Ignoring his potential neurodivergency/mental illness here purely for the fact I think it's a separate interpretation from the one I have, and focusing on the idea that he's getting lost in the dark fantasy world he's constructed, my greatest takeaway from the movie:

Bateman is a loser.

Yes, he's wealthy and attractive, but what does he actually have going for him, even in his shallow little group of elite toxic fuckwads?

For his inflated sense of importance, no one gets his name right or even remembers who he is most times. His fiance doesn't respect or even like him, and he doesn't like her either. He pays women to be part of fantasies where he is awe inspiring, a rich, muscular sex god, and even they are bored and unimpressed, they can't even act like he's worthy of their admiration. His male peers don't think he's anything great either, and how could they when they're constantly wrapped up in meaningless pissing contests. He's so insecure in his masculinity he is close to tears when someone mistakes him as being homosexual. He can't even buy his way into Dorsia, can't use his good looks or cash, the only things he has going for him, to get a dinner reservation at his White Whale restaurant.

He's failing to achieve anything even in his shallow little world, so his Wall Street job (with a business card no one thinks is particularly great), fancy apartment (which he grudgingly admits isn't even as nice or as expensive as his rival's) and chiseled good looks mean nothing. He craves status and recognition, which he fails to achieve.

And yeah, he's a misogynist, racist, classist, homophobic dishrag too, can't forget that.

He's the archetype of toxic, impotent-with-misplaced-rage, insecure yet inflated male ego we see everywhere. If people don't perceive what Bateman feels is his inherent "greatness" or "importance," he lashes out, through mistreatment of those more vulnerable, and/or through dark fantasies which give him that sense of greatness and importance.

It's almost too real, because there are so many real world examples of this kind of privileged dickwad (which makes it even more baffling when these same real world dickwads put Bateman on a weird pedestal thinking he's actually great), but I loved the way the movie examined it. I don't think it's celebrating Bateman or men like him at all, I felt more compelled to laugh at him as a figure of jest, a ridiculous caricature of entitlement and failure. Hell, even his "confession" falls flat, he can't even get that right.

Anyway, just my musings after my first viewing, 20 some years late to the party lol.

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

Ship it: the true Jonsa (Jon×Satin)

I ship it!!

What made you ship it?

The Night Watch's oath says "I shall take no wife" but it doesn't say "I shall not find comfort in the arms of my Black Brother" so I was always interested for more m/m ships at the Wall.

And Jon Snow x Satin Flowers gives me such good vibes. Not only it's a ship between two bastard boys (bastardphobic people stay away, lol) but also their surnames make me think about the Spring that comes after Winter (A Dream of Spring) or the Flowers that bloom in the snow (The Blue Rose at the Wall). For a crack ship, it does have nice symbolism and aesthetics.

What is your favourite things about the ship?

Satin is really Jon's type??!! We know that Jon has a soft spot for those who have wronged by Westeros classist and unfair system (and Satin is victim of it so ofc our Lord Commander feels protective of him) and tthat he also admires people who are proactive and try to improve their situation instead of passively waiting for miracles. This describes Satin very well, because unlike the "soft boy" image the fanon labels him, Satin fought tooth and nails on the Battle at the Wall and he has earned his place as once of the bravest Black Brothers.

We don't have Satin's pov to see what his type is but Jon is charming almost everyone at the Wall so I'm gonna assume that Satin is also charmed by him.

What we do know from canon is that Satin respects Jon and tries to aid him. That's a good basis for a healthy relationship.

Is there an unpopular opinion on your ship?

Yes! I don't like when people trying to paint Satin as the "soft feminine boy" because:

It's disrespectful to think that a man is less masculine than others only because he used to work as a male prostitute. Satin didn't chose this occupation, he was groomed to become a sex worker.

Again it's disrespectful to think that a man is less masculine because he's interested in men. So even if Satin was indeed interested in only men (something that canon doesn't confirm or deny) that wouldn't make him any less worthy Black Brother than the rest. As long as he identifies as a man, he's as masculine as the rest no matter his sexual preferances.

I need to state here that there is nothing wrong with males who are in touch with their feminine side. It's just than in Satin's case, he doesn't show any feminine traits (at least no more feminine traits than say Jon or Sam or Pyp) and the only reason people see him as such is because a. of his former occupation b. because he's pretty.

[leulah]

Gender Roles in the ASOIAF Fandom

There is a lot of discourse going around about female roles and femininity in ASOIAF and how certain characters are less than for fitting into traditional ideas about gender roles in the series. And while there are so many things fucked about this discussion of "who is the better victim of misogyny", I also think a lot of people are missing the point entirely.

I see a lot of accounts saying that it is backwards or "tradwife" to defend certain female characters because they quote "uphold the patriarchy", and defending them is regressive because it is what is viewed as the expectation and standard in the real world for real women- which is true it is the expectation. But it is a very black and white view on a very complex problem to just write off all "soft female" characters as misogynistic because they fit into this real world standard. This discussion runs a lot deeper than "feminine good/masculine bad", because at the end of the day female roles are still viewed as being lower than male roles in society. In the eyes of the patriarchy being masculine is always better because it's about power and control, and in order to have this power women and femininity have to be viewed as beneath them. You can see this when men get emasculated because their partner makes more money than them, or they make fun of girly things- these gender roles are less about "promoting femininity" than it is about promoting a power dynamic.

That is why are characters who are more masculine and don't fall into these expectations of gender roles like Dany or Arya, are generally viewed better in the larger fandom space than those that do. It is because being masculine is always viewed as being better than being feminine, and in a fictional world where these women in power pose no actual threat to real men's masculinity they are viewed as being stronger and better people. Being masculine makes these women more worthy of respect in the eyes of the fandom. This is also similar to how when discussing history people often say: "Look women were also warriors! They're important too," as if a woman's worth only comes from her proximity to masculinity, and the women who were just mothers and wives and weavers are unworthy of our admiration and respect. Even though it is true that real society promotes and expects women to fit into a traditional female role, being masculine is still viewed as superior to being feminine.

By contrast, female characters in ASOIAF like Catelyn and Sansa who do not fall into this warrior women archetype are often berated and hated by the fandom. On one side, because they are viewed as weak and by being traditionally feminine they are seen as "upholding the patriarchy" in Westeros- disregarding the fact they are victims of it as well. But on the other hand, a lot of the complaints about Cat and Sansa come from men who feel as though they threaten men's power in the series. A common complaint about Catelyn is that she undermined and questioned Robb's power- because how dare she have a say in what happens to her family. Sansa the eleven year old is often criticized for "betraying Ned" by going to Cersei and writing the letter, with people often saying its her fault for the war and not the various adults and men in power. If a male character like Jon or Ned questions or goes against those in power it is seen as necessary and strategic, but when a female character takes any action or autonomy in their own narrative, it is viewed as a threat.

And of course there is more nuance to this, because not everyone does like the characters who break out of gender expectations, and these women in power are still viewed as a threat when their story intertwines with men. Daenerys gets respect insofar as she is not a threat to other main male characters, but the second she stands in the way of Jon's supposed claim or being Azor Ahai, she is discarded by the fandom and must be sacrificed as "the Nissa Nissa for Jon's heroic storyline". These women in masculine roles are celebrated in the fandom space, but when they too begin to question male authority their support crumbles under the same misogyny the feminine characters face.

There are many reasons why someone would prefer the female characters that fight and break out of gender roles over ones that are more traditional, but if your reaction to femininity is one of weakness and worthlessness I think you need to do some self reflection on your relationship to women. Yes, the "let women be soft" argument is reductive due to irl expectations, but that doesn't make feminine women deserving of your hate and harassment. Fiction is not reality, and people don't have the same expectations and reactions between them, and trying to boil down a complex discussion on power dynamics and gender roles in the series to "feminine bad" is reductive and not at all the message. Both sets of women deserve respect and both suffer under the rules and traditions in their world, but you have to remember there is no "better victim". There is no winner under the patriarchy.

[thethirdromana]

Yes femininity on men in The Woman In White is a whole thing.

Fosco “with all his look of unmistakable mental firmness and power, he is as nervously sensitive as the weakest of [women]. He starts at chance noises as inveterately as Laura herself”. Fosco’s got “effeminate tastes and amusements” and looks like “a fat St. Cecilia masquerading in male attire”.

Fairlie’s feminine traits are the most obvious. His hands are “delicate”, he is beardless and his feet “effeminately small” and clad in “little womanish bronze-leather slippers”. To Walter, Fairlie’s “frail, languidly-fretful, over-refined look” appears “unpleasantly delicate in its association with a man”. Pykett notes that most of these traits would be normally attractive in a woman and yet they are repulsive in a man. His overall appearance and delicacy is the trait he shares with Laura and Anne. He is prone like them to a mysterious illness about which everyone says that “it’s on the nerves”. His nervous state is directly linked to his lack of masculinity. Fairlie admits himself that he is “nothing but a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man”.

Yep - it's something I find really interesting about the Woman in White. It's a feminist novel, and often in unexpectedly sophisticated ways (showing how the problem doesn't come back to individual bad man, but the system as a whole) and unexpectedly insightful ones (in the 21st century you still get male writers who think you can snap the heels of stilettos and then run in them, but Wilkie Collins gets how restrictive Marian's clothing is).

But it's also a novel that hates femininity. It hates it above all in men (as you've shown, anon) but it's not exactly positive about femininity in women. Fairlie's traits might normally be attractive in a woman but I'd argue that Collins doesn't really present them that way. Laura is described as beautiful, and Marian mannish and ugly, but once that bit of description is out of the way, I'd argue that Marian's masculine-coded determination is shown as much more admirable than Laura's delicate feminine submission to the will of the men around her.

All of this is pretty consistent with contemporary feminist thought, at least as far as I'm familiar with it. When I first read 'A Vindication of the Rights of Women', from half a century earlier, it shocked me how much time Wollstonecraft spends criticising the failings of women. So maybe this shouldn't be surprising to me, but it is.

I wrote somewhere before how this all reminds me of reading about Old Norse literature, in which in the absence of brave men, a woman will rise up to take on a masculine role, which shames the men but does honour to the woman. There are two typical outcomes from this: either the woman dies amidst the violence she's unleashed (although typically not before she gets her vengeance), or she wins, and is rewarded with marriage to a man who is worthy of her.

I've never read the Woman in White so I don't know what happens at the end (NO SPOILERS PLEASE), and I'm fascinated to find out whether the plot will continue to follow either of those routes. With Marian currently out of the picture, I guess not? But I honestly have no idea where the plot is going, beyond the obvious creeping doom, or how it's all going to be resolved.

I'm looking forward to finding out, and seeing what further takes on Victorian gender roles Wilkie Collins has in store for us.

[cherrylng]

GUITAR PRINCES [STYLE Series #004 - Muse (August 2010)]

The charm of the band lies in the “Prince”! From a super-girl's point of view, the history of the “Guitar Prince” from the beginning to the reign of Matthew Text: Sumi Imai

Matthew Bellamy is without a doubt one of the leading guitar heroes of our time. No one would argue with adding “princely” to that description (we welcome comments such as “from Wonderland?” or “from another planet?”). What are the requirements for a “prince” in the rock world? At my own discretion, I would say the first is beauty. This is a must. In addition, 2. a mysterious magic or unique talent that attracts the masses, 3. eccentric behaviour that creates legends & overwhelming persuasiveness that allows for almost anything, 4. pride and nobility, and 5. a partner that enhances the storytelling—it's even better if you have these.

With this in mind, I would like to take a quick look back at the lineage of prince-type guitarists (including bassists, but excluding “vocalists who occasionally play guitar as well”) from the 1970s to the present day. If you can't find a photo of a “prince” [in this article], please search for it on the Internet.

First of all, Jimmy Page, the guitar god of Led Zeppelin, who supported the glory of British hard rock in the 1970s, wrapped his slender body in mediaeval aristocratic style and dragon suits (black with dragon embroidery), etc. He was rumoured to be a thrifty man in Japan for some reason, and at the time, he was featured in many manga and readers' columns being known as the Miserly Prince. It was a prince's prerogative to be applauded for his eccentric clothing and his actions and words that became the source of stories. His magical fading is also an element that adds to his mystique. In this sense, Matthew is the heir to this lineage.

In the punk era of the late 70's, there were several cool, tall bassists who followed the rule (?) of bassists in punk bands: “Focus on the impact of Brooks [Tim Brooks of Bold], technique is secondary.” Paul Simonon of The Clash and Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols are two of the best examples. Paul's roughness, masculinity, and stylishness, and Sid's self-destructive danger, are worthy of the title as the Princes of Punk. At the same time, Paul Weller, who led The Jam, a three-piece band like Muse, was a sharp, mod-style British orthodoxy and the object of everyone's admiration. During his Style Council days, Weller even temporarily turned to the aesthetic school of one-lane slanted bangs. However, Weller's colleagues' plainness is a regrettable aspect of the band's storytelling. Although not as tall as the average height, Matthew's princeliness, playing ability, and singing ability as a whole are superior to all three of them.

The Goth of the early 80s is the root of the later Visual Kei. It sounds romantic, as if there were a lot of princes, but in fact, in the original Goth world, there was more of a horror component, and guitar princes who fulfilled the beauty aspect were rare. Among them, Daniel Ash (g) of Bauhaus, a pioneer of vampiric Gothic music, is the spearhead of decadence and aesthetics. Rowland S. Howard (g) was in charge of the army of beautiful men in “Beauty and the Beast” [probably based on the documentary film Autoluminescent: Rowland S. Howard] as The Birthday Party's Prince of Darkness. Blixa Bargeld, who was in another band with Nick Cave (vo), was the main member of Einstürzende Neubauten, a German industrial band, and was the Prince of Destruction with a slim body, tall stature, and good looks. When performing under the name Rocket Baby Dolls, Muse took the stage in black goth makeup, which I would love to see. I mean, isn't it a universal request to have Matthew dress up as Count Dracula (even if he doesn't want to)?

In the post-punk/New Wave era, there are many guitarists who are “talented, but a follower type?“ In the case of Echo & the Bunnymen, for example, the aura of the sharp-tongued Ian McCulloch (vo) is so dazzling that his surroundings become hazy. On the other hand, there is also a pattern of “Actually, there is a beautiful ‘nobleman’ in the rhythm section……” In a sense, Muse also fits into that…!? One of the most prominent figures in the New Wave scene was Matthew Ashman, the guitarist of Bow Wow Wow, whom John Frusciante, formerly of Red Hot Chili Peppers, admired. Although his haircut is often misleading, he was the most handsome prince with a Mohawk at the time.

Roddy Frame of Aztec Camera, with his long eyelashes and ribbon tie, was the Prince of Neo-acoustic Music. Johnny Marr of The Smiths, who reigned over the UK indie scene in the 1980s, had a strong image of being a delicate prince because of his musicality and sweet appearance, but later turned out to be a surprisingly wild man. In Matthew's case, his outdoor-oriented personality may attract some people.

The prince of 90's shoegaze is Mark Gardener & Andy Bell, the baby-faced, baby-boy duo who played the top two spots in Ride. In the case of Manic Street Preachers, the glamour of their two best friends, Richey Edwards (rhythm g) and Nicky Wire (tall b), complemented the hard-edged masculinity of James Dean Bradfield (vo,g), who was the musical core of the band and the duo added to the band's appeal. Matthew is the lone man at the top of the triangle, and his best friends and knights Dom and Chris certainly add to the “legend of the prince.”

The guitar prince of the early 90's has to be Bernard Butler of Suede. Although he was a full-time guitarist, he is in the same family as Matthew in terms of his intensely emotional and brilliant musical expression. In the Britpop period, the kingdom of Blur, with its king of beauty, Damon Albarn, in the centre, also had Graham Coxon (the shy prince with glasses, g) and Alex James (the intelligent prince of art, b), which made it a very rich and full kingdom. Crispian Mills (Kula Shaker), from the British upper class and famous for his eccentricities and tastes, is the psychedelic guitar prince of the late 1990s. Mansun's Paul Draper (vo,g), known as a maniac who defies the currents of the times, is also a Prince of Independent Pride. Mansun's second album, SIX, has much in common with Muse's Origin of Symmetry in terms of sound and attitude.

The Libertines' Carl Barât and Pete Doherty, whose anecdotes are stranger than fiction, are a pair of bard-prince sets. Kasabian's Sergio Pizzorno, a bearded prince of Italian heritage, is a dandy who looks great in hats and fur.

This overview of the lineage shows once again that Prince Matthew's charm lies in the coexistence of various elements, such as the darkness and the Latin, the literary and the military, the lone hero and his partner, and the slightly out of character, which makes us want to tinker with him.

Guitar Princes Part 2 Guitar Princes Part 3 Guitar Princes Part 4

Translator's Notes: There are certain music genre terms that are only known in the Japanese music scene. Visual Kei is something I'm long familiar with, but terms like Neo-acoustic and Funka Latina are completely new to me.

[cosmicjoke]

Hmm, okay, finally read chapter 52 of Saezuru, and I've got to say, Yashiro seems downright depressed at the end of the chapter. He's a hurtin' unit, man. And I think it really ties into my last post about this chapter, about Yashiro's conflicting feelings regarding wanting to be treated gently. Doumeki didn't do that here. Yashiro's expression when Doumeki flips him over is one of almost panic. Yashiro didn't want this, and his internal thoughts afterward in the shower seem to confirm that to me, when he wonders if Doumeki really had to "fuck me so hard", as he says. I posited before that Yashiro is having a difficult time reconciling his desire to be treated gently with the trauma he experienced at the hands of his step-father, particularly his step-father telling him he was really a woman, and how Yashiro may feel admitting to wanting gentility, in some way, proves his step-father right about him. Yashiro seems obviously depressed to me here when he's thinking about how Doumeki wouldn't treat a woman roughly the way he did Yashiro himself just now. I think Yashiro wants Doumeki to acknowledge him as a man, but to still treat him with the same care and kindness he would a woman. And I think Yashiro wants Doumeki to acknowledge him as a man so much because he doesn't want his step-father to be right about him, but he's feeling extremely low here because it seems Doumeki has changed into the prototypical Yakuza, someone who hurts other men.

What also really stood out to me in this chapter was how highlighted the physical difference between Yashiro and Doumeki was. Of course, it's always been obvious that Doumeki is like this physical specimen of masculinity, and Yashiro is much more feminine in comparison. But Yashiro's waif-like physicality seems even more pronounced here. He's so thin, and Doumeki manhandles him with ease. You get a real sense of Yashiro's helplessness at Doumeki's hands in this chapter, and I don't necessarily think that's meant to be taken as a good thing. You have this moment afterward, though, when Yashiro gets up to take a shower, when he loses his footing and falls, and Doumeki catches him. In these panels, Doumeki's superior physical strength is seen as a good thing, as he's using it to protect Yashiro, rather than overpower him. But of course, Yashiro pushes him away in the next moment, made uncomfortable, once again, by their positions, him being the smaller, weaker man in need of protection, like a woman would be. I really do think this is just a severe struggle for Yashiro, this pull between wanting to be seen and acknowledged as a man, but wanting to be treated like a woman. He doesn't know how to ask for it, because to ask for it would be to acknowledge his step-father was right (at least, that's what I'm guessing at with Yashiro).

It's a tragic and heartbreaking set of circumstances. Doumeki isn't opening up to Yashiro either, and he continues to come off as having changed into rather a more unfeeling, hard-hearted person, and you can see how deeply it bothers Yashiro. You can tell, I think, that he misses that Doumeki. When he starts to say the old Doumeki never would have picked up on his sarcasm, only stops himself halfway through and gives up trying to explain, you get such a deflated sense of defeat off of him. Yashiro keeps looking, I think, for signs that the Doumeki he knew is still in there, somewhere. That the Doumeki who treated him with the respect and admiration one would afford a worthy man, but with the kindness and care one would afford a loved woman, is still there.

Something is going to have to give here, eventually. Either Doumeki drops the act, or Yashiro opens up, or something more extreme, some sort of threat which forces their true feelings to come out.

Right now, Yashiro is still, I think, in a very bad place mentally.

[tinkerbitch69]

To anyone who believes transmisogyny does not exist, the transphobes in my flat refer to trans men appropriately but refer to trans women exclusively as tr***ys.

They show trans men respect, complimenting them on their masculine traits whereas they regularly demean trans women, treating them as sex objects at best or freaks worthy of ridicule at worst.

Even when admitting they are attracted to a particular trans woman, they do so with a tone of shame and disgust. Meanwhile if a trans man can live up to their preconceived notion of masculinity, he is celebrated and admired by these same people.

This is not meant as attack on trans men or an attempt to belittle their struggles but an attempt to shown how trans women are explicitly targeted for being women as well as trans. They are seen as ‘shameful’ because to a patriarchal society nothing is more shameful than to reject its vaunted masculinity; its highest ideal.

To ‘choose’ womanhood, as they see it, is abhorrent. Especially when that womanhood is incongruent with how they define it. But to ‘choose’ masculinity is only natural. When trans men ‘choose’ masculinty, all the patriarchy hears is that it is right.

But trans men are men. They don’t ‘choose’ their masculinity and should not be ashamed of it. However, masculinity comes with privileges which are not enjoyed by trans women.

And that is the very essence of misogyny.

[slippersmoo]

Top Gun Maverick is for the girlies

I saw a guy on TikTok post that we should notice how “all the body positivity, female gaze, only likes skinny guys” types of girls have mysteriously gone missing since Top Gun came out. And the RESPONSE was insane! people in the comments agreeing with him, saying women are liars at their core (... oh my god) etc etc

I just thought that was a really weird sentiment because my immediate reaction was... top gun TOTALLY DOES fall into the female gaze! at least for me it does. 

now, i know its one of the most ‘alpha male’ films in a franchise thats widely known for its fanbase of dads but hear me out! this film showed the new pilots in a totally different light than the first one! 

not only were the pilots all sporting the himbo gene in some way (a sure fire female gaze thing). even though the characters are all highly intelligent, we can all agree himbos come in different forms. 

even with the hangman/ rooster scenes i totally saw that masculine energy that never veered into toxic territory which i was especially excited to see. maverick, the main hero of the story is genuinely one of the most impulsive headstrong characters that has a strong sense of goodness and that to me makes a wonderful himbo. I love the scene between him and rooster just after he’s been rescued (”you told me not to think!”) because it shows that these characters are just all heart and i LOVE that. i havent seen a mainstream, action movie this devoid of cynicism in a long time and it made me so fucking happy. I think thats the reason why people subconsciously like it so much and why I predict the rewatch value of the film will be immense. 

They also happened to exist in a reality where they all drank ‘respect women juice’ where Penny and Phoenix were given the same  treating Phoenix just like one of them and not showing the struggles that women actually go through in the military was a genuine piece of escapist realism and even though they might delve into that in the future, I’m glad they didn’t mention it here as a half baked plot point.

even with the beach scene which outwardly displays everyone’s bodies, i saw the underlying theme of teamwork and camaraderie. Of course I would be lying if i said their physique wasn’t the best part of the sequence but thats a staple of the franchise and it makes sense for them to include the montage. 

i think its interesting that in the original, Goose had his shirt on in the volleyball scene and so did Bob in this instalment. I feel like in both instances the characters had an archetype of not being the ‘alpha’ type so to speak but I think that was honestly a misstep as both characters ended up being major fan favourites among men and women alike, some of which see them as the biggest crush-worthy characters of their movies. then again, having their shirts on doesn’t make them any less desirable and if the actors did that to prioritise their own comfort levels then i can completely respect and admire that. 

all in all, i just wanted to ramble a bit about this as it turns out i have a lot of thoughts i wanted to let out. i don’t think it’s fair to shame women for liking what was presented in the movie and framing us as hypocrites when all of our likes are completely valid. who wouldn’t wanna see a well developed action movie with beautiful movie stars? doesn’t make us villains imo. 

ok i’m done with my rant now! 

[childrenofgheirstotheearth]

Mizu-Mizu (Street Fighter Oc)

Name: Takigami Mizuki Birthday: August 1st Fighting Style: Takigami Karate Love Interest: Gengaku Height: 5'6 Weight: 145 Likes: Fashion; Waiting; Okama Lifestyle ; His Mother; Gengaku; Fighting; His Younger Sister; Mizuame Candy; Ramen; Booze Dislikes: Yazuka; His father; Older Brother; rowdy customers; bad booze; Being underestimated Age: mid 20's Sexuality: Gay Ethnicity: Japanese Family: Takigami Mondo (father); Takigami Sui (mother-deceased); Takigami Akua (sister); Takigami Kano (brother) Birthplace: Tokyo, Japan Headcannon Voice Actor: Hirofumi Nojima (Japanese voice actor); Ezra Weisz (English Voice Actor) Occupation: Okama Bar Waiter; Heir To The Takigami Family (formerly); Yazuka Member (formerly) Personality: He often displays a playful and sarcastic personality who tries to take no gruff from anyone. He often loves being coyish against men and teases them to get a rise out of them. He really enjoys getting chances to fight anyone who tries to cause trouble. He also doesn't take it well when people underestimate him because his feminine manner and interests and will prove them otherwise. He can be casually crass and vulgar at times, but tones it down when it's really serious. He can often come off as rude and loud at times but generally has a good heart towards those he cares about. However, on the other hand, he does have secret insecurities about himself that he tries not to hide which comes from his father's treatment. He often secretly thinks if he actually is worthy enough to be loved by anyone. However, as he grows closer and in love with Gengaku he begins to truly believe he can be in love and find someone to be with. He also despises everything his father taught and wants to see his family's crime organization come down. He also can be very grateful to those who show kindness like Mama Ame, his okama mama. He also dislikes those who underestimate him and think he's weak because of his feminity. He also hates those who underestimate women and says he admires everything feminine including women who deserve all the respect. He's also protective of kids and hates those who abuse them for any reason. He also loves fashion and tends to really love shopping for the best clothes he can find. He also hates when people think just because someone works in certain industries it means someone is entitled to their body or that they can get away with mistreatment. Background: Originally born into a Yazuka family, he was raised under his father's thumb to be one of his heirs and was often forced to be masculine. He was taught the family fighting style and became proficient in it. However, despite the pressure of his father on his back, he often rebelled by embracing crossdressing and his sexuality. He was then disowned and was forced to become an okama bar waiter where he finally was able to embrace his true self and at the same time still be able to fight if he needed to confront Yazuka or rowdy customers.  He then heard his father's criminal empire was causing trouble and began to put a stop to it's doing. During this time, he got into crossroads with Gengaku who stopped at his bar, The Candy Tip, and they both got into confrontation with a member of the Takigami Family who was harassing him and they both fought him. After the confrontation, Gengaku requested to fight him again and he obliged which got him interested in the okama waiter. They then decided to stay connected and delve into thwarting his family's doing and overtime start falling in love and become a couple. They also find out his father was previously doing work with Shadaloo and then decided to join the Illuminati after it's defeat. With this information, Mizuki is determined to finally put a stop to his family even if he gets the Illuminati on his tail.

[executive-suite]

Five Reasons to Visit A Barber Shop

Have you lately been unsatisfied with your beard look, or looking for a change? It could be because you have been to the incorrect barbershop. While it is good to keep yourself up to date with all the latest grooming styles for guys, it's essential to know the right look for your beard personally.

There is a chance that you admire a particular style on your favourite celeb and would like to replicate it, but it may not look great on you which is why it's crucial to be groomed at the correct place.

A lot of people prefer going to the salon nowadays because salons are more popular with a larger audience. Salon stylists tend to be generalists, meaning they can do all styles of beards. However, you'd rather have a stylist who is skilled in a few types.

In this post we will share 5 reasons how often should you trim your hair to care for your beard.

A Male Barber Could Help You Know What your Beard Needs

A male barber can assist you with your grooming needs, such as trimming your beard and shaping your mustache, or dyeing your hair. They'll draw on their knowledge of grooming and decide on what would be the best bear look for you. Barbers are trained to cut, trim, and trim beard hair unlike salon workers.

They are experts on male hair types and beard styles. They have in-depth knowledge on all kinds of style and also on how to maintain and take care of them. They are able to answer your queries and analyze every aspect, including your hair type and face form, to figure out the best grooming tips for you.

The Ambience Within A Barber Shop Is Masculine and Stylish

Most salons are crowded with clients looking for a variety of grooming serviceslike haircuts, mani-pedis hair colorations waxing, and so on. It could often be that you aren't properly attended to or worse it could make the atmosphere monotonous for you. While on the other hand, a barber shop is designed with men in mind. It has been designed to ensure men can relax, enjoy their experience , and unwind.

Each barbershop has an approach that is different. This is the reason it is suggested that you try out several barbershops near you to determine which one is best for you. Some shops may have photos, another might be plain and unadorned, while others could have the basic necessities. Whatever the setting there is one thing that is certain: it is going to be distinctly masculine.

At a Barber Shop, You Can Have More than just a shaving or trimming your hair.

You might have thought that your options for beard looks were limited as a man. You are free to do whatever you like with your beard, regardless of whether you're seeking a neat shave or beard shaping. Barbershops also offer services that are only available to men.

Additionally, if you want to get your mustache or beard trimmed and trimmed, you can also have your beard dyed if you would like, or get a scalp massage along and much, more.

You will also get the traditional barbershop experience, which is a hot lather shaving using a straight razor. We're sure you won't see this in a salon that is fancy, because some things are exquisite to barber shops and men all by themselves.

Barber Shops Will Provide You Service Worthy Of Your Money

Salons that offer low prices is always appealing. You may think that a simple salon will cost you only $10 USD for a simple haircut.

Additionally, you will receive the hot lather shaving shave and receive personalised maintenance advice from the barber. While a barbershop may seem pricier however, you will get exceptional service.

Going to The Barber Shop is a One Of A Kind Experience

Most hair salons look almost identical, and you'll find them everywhere from a supermarket to a shopping plaza. The ambience is similar and the services is also generic as they cater to a wide range of clients so there is no particular type of service they specialize in as it is the mix of everything that they are familiar with.

You may visit one for a beard grooming session but you're not likely to walk out with a completely satisfied look. A barbershop is a unique experience. Most of these shops are set in the older , historic buildings and they have been maintained for a long time which gives an authentic feel to their atmosphere.

One could be contemporary and trendy, while another could be classic and warm. So no matter the ambience you'll always find a barber shop that will match your type and preference.

[star-anise]

I'm up around 3am, thinking about incels and tradwives. (Note: If these are movements you're a fan of, or if you just want to fight with me generally, I will block you if you annoy me, and even if you behave there's a $20 fee if you expect me to actually reply to you in any way.)

This got started because of Khadija Mbowe's and F.D Signifier's videos about Black patriarchy, which has led me to pick up bell hooks' 2004 book The Will to Change: Men, Masculinity, and Love.

The thing that hooks says that really knocked my socks off in a "how dare you notice that" way is that a lot of people, men and women alike, are angry not just because of the male violence they've experienced, but because of the lack of male love they've experienced.

Which like, part of being human means that being seen and cared about is pretty viscerally equated with survival in our brains. We want it, we need it, we suffer when it isn't there. To be seen and genuinely loved by the people in our lives matters, so we are always affected when there's someone important to us who doesn't seem to see us, to love us, to care about our wellbeing, or to be proud of our accomplishments. It matters to be disregarded, rejected, or shamed by someone we want to love us.

But no power in the world can compel another person to give a shit about you—a truth most of us spend our lives frantically suppressing because being unloved is terrifying, so we work at being better, more attractive, smarter, more accomplished, more charming, sexier, or to be brutally honest, more lovable. But when we do experience a lack of love, a lot of us take that anger and decide to opt for second best. If we can't be loved, we can at least be powerful. Power can take a lot of forms, but because the lack of male love often goes hand-in-hand with violence, people who face it generally want, at the very least, to not be hurt anymore.

But there's another element in play. Patriarchal gender roles divide behaviours and skills in a very particular way: Boys and men are expected to use power to dominate, and girls and women are supposed to use emotions to tend and nurture. Anyone who fails to perform those roles gets harshly punished. Terrence Real talks about how this leaves men with very limited knowledge of their own emotional needs or how to communicate them to other people, and Paul Kivel talks about how boys are taught that this is women's work—that if they are masculine enough, they will attract a woman who will make sure that they feel loved and cared about. How a great deal of men's anger towards women is the feeling that women are witholding this essential service, or failing to fully handle men's emotions (which is pretty damn common, since humans aren't telepaths so it's basically impossible to reach inside someone's head and change their emotions for them).

So hooks notes that women are just as likely to uphold patriarchal gender roles as men, and one element of that is women's anger when men are emotionally vulnerable. Men who confess to their partners that they feel lost and ashamed and unworthy of love are doing exactly what women keep saying we want men to do, but the reaction many women have is a kind of incredulous frustration—"You want me to handle all this? Fuck no, I'm busy!"

Part of that reaction is that in patriarchal gender roles, it is a woman's literal job to completely soothe and manage her male partner's emotions—to diligently praise him, make him feel more accomplished, and to reassure him of her ongoing love and admiration in all things. And that is a lot of work that is quite likely not to succeed because it's really hard to talk someone out of a self-hating funk. (There's also an element of just plain sexism. Even without the implied demand for help, some women just think men's vulnerability is pathetic or laughable.)

The feminist response to this that hooks, Real, and Kivel advocate for is to spread the load a little more evenly; to work to reduce the violence with which gender roles are policed, to allow men to be soft and emotional, but in the process, give them the emotional skills to handle the shame and dread we all feel sometimes about not being lovable or or worthy, and empower them to form many different emotionally fulfilling relationships.

So the thing about incels is, they tend to be obsessed with finding a woman who will make them feel worthy, sexy, accomplished, admirable, and dominant, like a "real man". The prospect of getting a woman is the single potential oasis of love and support in an incredibly bleak desert landscape in which a romantic partnership is the only possible source men are permitted to seek love and care from. A man who hasn't gotten a girl is a pathetic loser whose life is meaningless.

What that entire worldview takes for granted is how the desert became a desert in the first place. How boys learn to fear the violence and rejection that comes from stepping out of their gender role by being emotionally vulnerable or by emotionally nurturing somebody else; how emotional knowledge and expression are punished by a system that says men should always seek to dominate. The desire for a female partner rests on a bedrock of learned fear and contempt for the idea that men can or even should have the kind of emotionally close and supportive friendships among themselves that women tend to have with each other.

Incels are the fucking allegory of the long spoons in action. They gather in huge numbers to discuss their pain, frustration, and disappointment about their difficulty attaining a relationship that provides emotional fulfillment, but it's impossible for them to try to seek or offer that kind of relationship with the many many people right there also looking for love, because violating the gender rules means inviting violence and ostracism. Affection and mutual esteem between men is super gay and doesn't count, especially when it's provided because of a mutual vulnerability instead of admiration for achievement. So it's incredibly hard for incels to in any way break out of the mental cage that says the way to be loved is to be as masculine, as stoic and unemotional and successful and admirable and dominant as possible. And because being dominant tends to require people to be better than, incels spend a lot of time criticizing each other for failing to be masculine enough, and therefore not worthy of love.

Meanwhile... tradwives.

If you're into men, the dream of being truly loved by a man who will take care of you and make your life materially better is fucking amazing stuff. That's just... that's just The Dream, okay? The romance industry's extreme popularity decade after decade will tell you what bell hooks also notes: Women who are into men want to be loved by men SO MUCH.

So it really seems to me that the basic appeal of being a tradwife is managing to be submissive enough to get the men they love to genuinely show up and fully commit to loving them. If conflict in relationships happen because men feel threatened in their masculinity or not fully loved by their wives, then gosh darnit, these women will plaster themselves over the cracks to make sure there are absolutely no problems. That will earn them a relationship where they are truly loved and appreciated.

(It's a trap. I hate to say it, but we're not a telepathic species, and you will never manage to be good enough to actually change what someone else feels. No matter how hard you submit, your husband will still feel moments of doubt and fear and inadequacy, because he's human and we're built like that. It's the cross we have to bear as a species. And it does not go well at all if both of you are used, in those moments, for blaming you for whatever you "did" to "make" him feel that way.)

[theopolis]

How parksborn defies masculine resentment

Society expects men (primarily white abled cishet men) to stick together on a superficial level solely due to their gender and with no regard to ethics. But it simultaneously pits all men against each other because mainstream masculinity at its core is a competition. Add in the repression of vulnerability that is socially expected of men and you get lots of male interpersonal relationships that feel like being locked in a compound where you constantly have to prove yourself to be worthy - more often than not by outdoing another man, therefore making him look unworthy by comparison.

There is a unique kind of insecurity tied to always being the man who is outdone, always being the bottom feeder in the perceived hierarchy, and it often comes with bitter jealousy of your more “adequate” male friends, with the creeping conviction that they must look down on you on some level. The social (and in his case especially paternal) influences that lead to toxically competitive friendships between men have heavily affected Harry and his feelings for Peter. But their relationship is ultimately a huge counterexample.

Because here we have the archetypical manly man - handsome, muscular, stoic, standing up for others as well as himself - as the hero, pitted against the archetypical "failed" man - scrawny, fragile, insecure, sensitive and petty, overall riddled with qualities commonly perceived as feminine with stark negative connotations - as the villain. And yet at the core of this dynamic, both from a character and narrative standpoint, is not the heroes alleged superiority over that man. Instead he harbors deep, unwavering, gentle love towards him and they are both rewarded in a sense for giving in to that love eventually.

Not only is Harry's lack of tradtional masculinity not framed as wretched or pathetic but respectable and potentially edifying by the narrative, its actively cherished and admired by Peter who in turn is actively critical of the abundance of traditional masculinity which Harry envies him for.

At his lowest, Harry pushes for an aggressive, violent, "masculine" solution to their conflict that must see one of them being overpowered and annihilated by the other. And that is wrong not just because Harry is the villain, not just because Peter didn’t actually take Norman's life, but because it goes against Harry's nature and against the nature of their true feelings for each other.

Normans convictions which he passed on to his son, the evil force in this story, the stand-in for society’s toxic ideas about manhood, are conquered by love and compassion and chosen vulnerability. Parksborn destroys the imposed idea of a male social hierarchy because it sees two men coming from opposite ends of that perceived hierarchy bonding together against it - even when it’s cornered them in a seemingly inescapable spot.

Because Peter embraces him as he is, Harry breaks several shackles of gender roles. He overcomes his masculine shame and insecurity, casts aside his gender envy, rejects the concept that he owes his father a certain model of manhood, and instead finally allows himself to release his tenderness, to revel in the love that blossomed and continued to thrive between Peter and himself against all odds.

tl;dr: men loving and comforting instead of fighting and degrading each other.... yeah.....