#Having a lot of fun with these women sorry (not sorry)
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The Drinks Break
A Dieter Bravo Fan Fic
Sorry it was too good an opportunity to pass up. These photos greeted my feed when I woke up this morning, & then the idea popped into my head. Behold the story we might all be thinking of right now.
Synopsis:- you’ve won a competition to be an extra in the new Coca-Cola advert.
Word count:- 1800
Warnings:- it’s mainly soft &fluff, flirting, sexy dieter, swearing, admiring, teasing this post is not sponsored by Coca-Cola.
I hope you all enjoy this peoples. It’s been fun to write. Thanks again.
You have been lucky to win a competition to be an extra in an advert. You will receive a bag of goodies from the product creator & a days salary plus you’ve been told that there is a person on set who is a Hollywood a lister. You’re giddy with excitement, as everyone has been told they will get a photo with them whoever it is. You know they will be swept away once they are done though.
It’s as you sit by the nice fountain with 2 other girls of similar age to you that you realise this is for a new Coca-Cola advert. You have all had your make up done & you’ve been given nice pastel tops to wear which you’ve been told you can keep, yours is a baby blue. You’ve done a few background shots & have been told professional models have already been filmed opening the bottles & drinking them so it doesn’t matter how you open yours when the time comes for the close ups. They’ve told you all to just chat & wait for the actor to walk in, & try & be completely natural before that point. You’re not a professional actress, none of the three of you are so to do that without a camera looping around you all the time is a bit tricky but after about 30mins you all ignore it.
Then it happens. While your mid conversation a hot guy in cream trousers & a red cola top walks past & all your jaws drop in shock.
“That Dieter Fucking Bravo!” You blurt out unable to control yourself. You see his shoulders move he’s clearly laughing at that reaction. The other two girls sit there in silence, jaws on the floor. He’s just been nominated for an Oscar. Why the hell is he in a Coca-Cola advert is all that’s running through your brain. He slowly turns around. He’s even more handsome in person. His red branded tshirt is untucked, hands in his front pocket. That hair looks so on point especially with the one stray curl going on.
“Ladies” he smoulders & you all gasp & then laugh in hysterics. It’s all a little bit too much for you all.
“Perfect” shouts the director. “we got all of your faces dropping in shock, now which one of you has the guts to hand mr Bravo over your cola when we do the next take?”
The other two women all still sat there lost in space.
“I’ll do it” you say tentativel, both Dieter & the dictator nod & smile.
“Perfect she’s the girl in the middle.” Says Dieter.
“Brilliant, so what I want you to do is go back to chatting, Dieter will then walk past to that vending machine & realise he has no change to get a coke” He points at the machine a few meters away. “So I need you to be nudged by the other girls & then you & dieter meet half way & you offer him your drink. He will then Do his bit of acting & then when he walks off you return back to the other two & sit down is that okay?”
“Yes I can do that” you nod the other girls are finally out of their trance, & back in reality. Dieter is getting his hair touched up by his stylist. He winks at you & you go a little red.
“& action” for the next hour Dieter & you with the two girls sitting there film him walking past, getting angry at the machine, you walking up to him, him drinking the drink & then you returning back to the girls after he walks off.
“We’re almost done” says the director you suddenly notice a lot of camera move in & remember that you are being filmed. Dieter has been nice a few times off screen but nothing more than taking your name & asking how the day is going for you. “We just need to make sure we get this in one take okay.”
“Okay” Dieter says & he stays at the half way point, & an assistant moves you there too.
“Oooh whats going on”
“You’ll see” Dieter winks at you & you feel flush again. “Just do what you’d do in the real world okay”
“Okay” you suddenly seem nervous.
“Action” the director shouts & Dieter says some dialogue for the first time.
“Thanks for the drink, but I can’t repay you, erm…” & then the moment happens.
This isn’t just an advert for Coca-Cola which has Dieter Bravo in… this is a new coke break guy advert. The ones that were on in the 90s & for its 30th anniversary they have got the toast of Hollywood not only in their campaign but off comes the Tshirt. It happens in slow motion. You gawp as this magnificent torso is revealed & your eyes take in each detail. The other two girls also look around, eyes on sticks like in cartoon.
“For you” says Dieter as he hands you the top, then with his casual peace sign he often does, he turns his back & walks off & you look at the shirt in your hand. You then turn around to the girls.
“Oooohhh my god!!!!” You all scream at each other & you bounce back & sit back down.
“Cut perfect reaction ladies, now please tell me we got that in 1 take with all the extra cameras.” The director says, you aren’t paying attention when they say they have, you’re still busy looking at the tshirt in your hand. It’s what Dieter has been wearing since he got here. It smell of him & is still warm.
“Ladies we are all done” the assistant director says. “Mr Bravo now can sign a few things for you & have a few photos” you offer her the tshirt back half heartedly. “Oooh no sweetie that’s yours” you blush.
“Really”
“Don’t worry ladies, we have other Coca-Cola T-shirts he’s worn for promo that will be in your bags too.” They are now also excited, but you know that yours was really worn by him.
You all go & meet Dieter properly afterwards but separately. It’s alphabetical so you are last. When you go to see him in his dressing room, he is standing there smiling, he’s got a lakers shirt on now & blue jeans. He walks up to you & shakes your hand.
“So you won today in a competition” he asks as he puts his arm around you for the first photo.
“Yes mr bravo I did, & it was beyond anything I could hope for”
“Please call me Dieter, & what do you actually do because your reactions were so spot on, are you sure your not an actress”
“Ooob I wish” you giggle you know he’s putting on the charm offensive. “I am In adverting, but I work as an analyst.”
“Ahh so have you ever worked on something like this”
“Never”
“Well you’re a natural, & im sure this campaign will get people talking” he says as he pulls you closer into him, you tentatively wrap your arm around his waist. He feels good & you smile, his smile looks genuine too.
“Can I ask you a question Dieter?”
“Sure” he calls you by your name for the first time which makes your eyes shimmer due to the boyish glint in his own eyes.
“Why do you still do commercials ? You’re a big enough actor, but you’ve recently advertised socks, a computer game, Kit Kat & now Coca-Cola, I don’t think you need to do it”
“Hmmm” he says “your right I don’t need it for the exposure or the money, but I like that it’s always something fun & chill to do on a random day, also the money I make from this im donating to a refugee charity” your shocked you never expected such an honest answer.
“Wow that’s incredible Dieter”
“See I’m not the show off the world thinks I am” he says with a swag as he sit down to sign a few things personally made out to you.
“I never thought of you like that, I watch you on tv chat shows & the red carpet & it’s like your one of us who just got lucky” he stops & looks up at you standing there still looking a little shy.
“Yea I guess I am, I haven’t thought about that in a while, thank you”
“For what”
“For reminding me of perspective” there’s then a knock at the door, Someone from the set has come to get you.
“Wow 5mins does go quickly”
“Yes it does” he says as he hands you your goody bag. “I hope you’ve had an amazing day today, thanks for being my scene stealer” he says & he hand you the bag before giving you a small hug.
“Any time Dieter Bravo” you do a shy wave & leave his room. The photos of the two of you are ready & you are then sent on your way.
1 months later the advert appears on tv. It’s before the SAG awards that are on tv which obviously Dieter wins, the oscars are 3 weeks away. When you walk into the office on Monday after it has aired, so many people want to talk to you about it & ask about the shirt & want to know what Dieter was like. You play it cool & try to act like it’s not a big deal even though it so is. You then get to your office & there’s a large red rose flower arrangement on your desk.
“Who sent these?” You call down to reception who point out there is a card in there. All it says on the card is Call me when you have a break. You don’t wait, you close your office door & dial the number.
“Hello” you almost drop your phone when that word is said.
“Dieter?”
“Yes, I’m guessing you got the flowers, the campaign has been a huge success” you can hear the cockiness in his voice.
“Yes I did & yes it’s a good adverts, & you look…”
“I look good because of your reaction, there was no faking that magic” you blush & giggle. “So would you like to make more magic?” You pause frozen to the receiver.
“Come again”
“How about you take a break right now”
“But it’s 10am Dieter I don’t…” you hear an oh my fucking god scream come from outside your office. You move out of the way of your flowers & look & turn even more red. There is Dieter casually walking towards your office in a black suit with a bottle of coke in his spare hand & in his back pocket out of your eyesight, your invitation to be his plus one at the Oscar’s.
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Would the dps boys like the 2023 Barbie movie/how would they react to it?
☆ THE POETS' THOUGHTS ON BARBIE ☆
(please bare in mind that these are teenage boys in the 60s)
NEIL: not really his kind of movie (he's one for indie arthouse stuff, and all the poets tease him about just wanting to sound cool and different), but loves the portrayal of struggles slowly chewing away at Barbie, resulting in a breakdown, and then the reveal of it all belonging to the human experience. It makes him feel understood in a small way. Plus he thought the Kens were hot but shhh
TODD: loves 👏 the 👏 colours 👏 the whole pastel vibe is super calming to him and he likes the music, and that end bit with the trees and montage bits? it definitely touches him, kinda like Keatings speeches do, plus it was his first entry to mainstream feminism (seeing that the boys literally have like zero contact with girls), giving him a chance to maybe do some research from then on!
CHARLIE: hot take but charlie would be annoyed by its portrayal of women's struggles, he'd totally be the type of guy to like chuckle a bit when the speech about how women have to be way too many things at once comes up. i know the book is not canon and the worst but there's a scene in there where charlie gets annoyed at Gloria being like "oh it's nice that you don't just wanna make out with me but also care about my inner values" and i think that is kinda true to Charlie (at least seeing how he pretends to create poetry for the girls to show off)? Ultimately, he did want girls to join Welton just so the boys could stop "beating off", and he is just a 16 year old boy when it comes down to it- so I think that he'd love the music and would definitely identify with Ken, but I'm afraid to say he'd make fun of the feminist aspect. He has room to grow though! I genuinely believe that Charlie learns and gets better <33
KNOX: LOVES it. Come on, tell me knox isn't absolutely in love with the movie and forces the poets to watch it again because this time he wants to sing along. Oh also think he'd talk about it with Chris to like see if she shares the experience described in the movie, and knox is pretty shocked to learn that huh, women do experience discrimination?? Tries his best to be extra nice and thoughtful afterwards
MEEKS: thought it was good, but could have been better. Meeks is definitely the poet with the most education on the women's rights movement and expected something a bit more fierce or outgoing, but he still appreciates that you have to please the masses and for people who know nothing about feminism at all, like most of his friends, it's a good starting point. Laughed SO much about the horse jokes.
PITTS: thought it was funny. didn't think about the message too much, just enjoyed the music and storytelling, plus he was a big fan of the reference at the beginning! Learns the I'm just Ken choreo with Knox, and has the songs stuck in his head for the next days.
CAMERON: surprisingly moved by it. I think he'd recognise both his parents in Barbie and Ken. I'm also of the belief that Cameron is super insecure, so I think that he'd identify with barbie a LOT, but feels kinda weird about that. Doesn't say much when asked about how he liked the movie by the others.
@folkloreforever sorry I took so long!
♡ please feel free to send me asks about the poets or dps in general, or even if you just wanna say hi! i love hearing from you guys! ♡
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Hi Rafa!
Back again in your inbox and I have what’s probably a silly question but I am nothing but silly and goofy so I’ll ask anyway
I was thinking about yk the verious depictions of lucifer (as every sane and normal person does) and it got me wondering onwhat made you decide to characterise Lucifer the way you did, mainly because usually in modern media he’s very much seen as a anti-hero and mostly he’s seen as a good (-ish) guy that didn’t do too much wrong, the rebellion is usually very much written off as something akin to teenage rebellion and God is just seen as a disappointed parent that had no other choice but teach a lesson to his kids (and well that is of course because gods forbid someone sees God as anything less than the perfect father but I digress), for example the Lucifer series does this and in part too hazbin hotel.
And idk it was refreshing to see your read of Lucifer, he starts good and very much kidlike and then his wonder and love become corrupt I’d say, I struggle to call him evil because well for one I have what could be considered too much sympathy for him and I understand him, he was set up to fail in a lot of ways. So I guess I just wonder what made you say “no I’m going to keep the “bad” and “evil” that is in him”
(I am aware that the answer is probably just well he’s like that in most classical depictions but idk I want to hear you ramble about Luci and his development because that’s always interesting and I love it ajdhsh)
Sorry for the confused ramble anyway lots of love from Italy <3
-J :)
Hello! This is a dangerous question!! I have many many essays I'd love to write about the depiction of Lucifer in media and about what eventually led me to making Lucifer like that. It's also fresh in my mind right now because I saw that Lucifer Hazbin Hotel episode recently. (I actually don't have a ton of thoughts on Hazbin Lucifer. He is very cute, but Hazbin isn't trying to be theological I think; it's just having fun with the mythology.)
I would say that societal depictions of Lucifer always mirror a lot of the way that society has come to understand not the devil, but God, parent-child relationships, authority, tradition, and so on. Some people think Paradise Lost was the first to make Lucifer a hero, but it's actually very clear that Milton wanted his flaws to outweigh the good things, to make Satan ultimately a bad person, and to justify God's actions to us.
Like 200 years later, William Blake started saying that Paradise Lost was pro-Lucifer, though by accident: "Milton was of the Devil's party without knowing it." But Blake lives in a very different time, during the French and American revolutions and the industrial revolution. Old traditions and empire are getting shaken up, the story of Lucifer looks a lot more heroic.
I won't get too much into how Satanic panic affected things (or even the rise of anti-theist communist regimes!), though I think the Satanic panic of the 90s really exacerbated Lucifer's connection to teenage rebellion. (Also, I'm focusing on the US because of how much their media is exported and influences other countries).
But so then we got the modern Lucifer I used to see quite a bit — suave, night club owning, slutty, probably referenced bisexual, manipulator of women. I always thought this development was kind of strange. It's almost like what Blake did to Milton's Lucifer; we didn't change how the people before us thought of him, we just decided that the Lucifer we're supposed to hate is actually super cool.
But I was not super compelled by this Lucifer. And I reference these lines a lot, but the idea of Satan in Western Christianity came from several passages from the Bible, one of which is Ezekiel 28, and I was really struck with line 14: “You were blameless in your ways from the day you were created till wickedness was found in you," as well as the multiple times the chapter stresses that the cherub of Eden fell because of his corrupting beauty above all.
I realized I never really saw "blameless" Lucifer, innocent Lucifer. In a lot of interpretations, he's just sort of born wrong or always a little Evil. But the lines say that he was innocent once, and I got really caught up in that. I thought of God watching Lucifer be beautiful and innocent in all that time (like a voyeur).
It felt like the next step in Lucifer's development to take the child-parent relationship between him and God and make it ugly. (Though sticking with the dichotomy of good vs evil didn't really work for me. Lucifer isn't good but he's not evil either, and the weird love and hate mixture is what brings him closer to how God is, too (to me)).
We live in a day and age where all authority is being critiqued, where we don't laugh at teenage rebellion as much. I mean, if you watch any recent Disney movie, you'll see parents learning from their children to stop the cycle of generational abuse. And, of course, with Lucifer becoming so associated with queerness (Lil Nas' MONTERO for example), the framing that he's just a metaphor for a teen rebel who will one day realize his dad was right... falls apart. Lots of teens kicked out of their house for being gay are grown up now and making shows/movies/etc.,. And I think it's always better not to shy away from trauma victims being imperfect and, occasionally, cruel.
So. yeah! I've always been surprised that Lucifer as an imperfect victim of parental abuse, running away, taking some of his sibling with him, isn't more common in general.
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Drowning
He knew about his reputation.
It was something hard to ignore, really.
Being the hotshot U-20 of Japan's National Football team and a known flirt, he knew it was hard to ignore him at all.
But Oliver knew his boundaries. He knew exactly when not to cross the line, or rather, he knew when to draw a line as to avoid getting too attached or to lead someone on, and because he knew this, he placed a distance between you and him.
He fell for you a few months after spending time with you. It started as it usually did. He was looking for nothing more than someone to have fun with, maybe kiss sometimes until he grew bored and decided to walk away into something different.
With time, however, he realized he couldn't quite do that, he couldn't just walk away from you. You showed him endless empathy and care. So he distanced himself and resigned to just be your friend, nothing more.
And in attempts to push away the feelings he harbored for you and his problems with commitment, not wanting to push his fears and insecurities into you, he moved on to date several women, with little luck. None of them where you.
It started with little details, they weren't as kind as you, didn't like the same things you did, didn't treat people they way you did... They weren't you.
The girls were great, really, and he would've found himself having fun if he had met them before he met you.
He figured he was in deep shit when out of pure reflex he ordered what you liked instead of what his date had asked for, he apologised and changed the order but it was too late for him. He loved you, or at least had big feelings for you. Feelings he couldn't ignore anymore.
In this process he expected you to leave, get tired and sick of his playboy antics, but you showed him otherwise. You stood by his side as he threw up from being almost black-out drunk from a party, let him sleep in your couch when his insecurities got to him in the middle of the night, woke him up with breakfast and a coffee but most of all, you stood by his side as a friend would do.
"That's what friends are for, right?" You had told him once while smiling at him, taking a sip of your drink he bought for you after he'd taken you out to celebrate your end of finals week. After he had asked why were you putting up with him all these months.
Yeah... Friends...
His smile faltered a little and he felt his heart squeeze in between his ribcage. He fixed his expressions quickly and chuckled looking away from you... A friend... Is this his karma for having played around so much? Was he doomed to chase after someone he couldn't have because he'd inevitably hurt them?
You caught on his low mood, frowning softly and reaching for his hand, "Oli, are you okay?" Your touch burned his skin and soothed his heart. "Yeah.. yeah, I'm fine, I ..uh... I just have a lot to think about, sorry"
You smiled, but didn't move your hand away, after all, you liked him, but you didn't dare get too close.
Oliver was like the ocean, pretty but also deathly, go too deep and you'll drown yourself. You weren't so sure if you could withstand the pressure off the water, so you sat at the shore, watching the waves roll and crash against the surface.
After a while, you decided to head home, waking together, hands brushing but never holding on, shoulders close but never touching, heard yearning for eachother but both too scared to reach out to the other.
As time passed, you found yourself distancing from the shore, deciding all this pinning was going to kill you one day. So you sealed off your yearning of the cold water and deep waves of the ocean that was Oliver Aiku.
But the ocean doesn't go anywhere.
Oliver stayed, desperately growing the tide so it kissed your skin, hoping to bring you to him.
Your friendship began to grow weaker by the weeks that passed, schedules not lining up, friend dates being pushed back farther and farther away.
Oliver felt like he was drowning.
So, he made the first move, reaching your house and knocking on the door, watching you appear in your usual pijamas.
"hey... Sorry I came unannounced...I just.. I'm not comfortable with how far apart were growing and I wanted to surprise you."
You laughed softly and invited him in, moving aside to let him into your home.
Maybe, just maybe, this meant you could turn back to face the water, walk knee deep into the ocean and stay there.
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WARNING/S: non-con, rape, loss of virginity, rough sex, rough vaginal sex, rough oral sex, rough anal sex, unprotected sex, multiple men, blood, assault, abuse, slavery, trauma, threats of forced prostitution, mentions of kidnapping/abduction, mentions of death, mentions or murder, mentions of injuries, mentions of suicide. If I’ve missed anything, please let me know.
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CH. 1 - THEIR REWARD
{54 BC}
Her heart pounds in her chest as she slowly walks down the hall towards the man she despises more than anything in this world.
Dominus Julius Fabius. Her owner. Her master.
She wishes she could stick him in the neck with a dagger and watch him bleed to death, just like all the men he condemns when he forces them into the arena.
He’s pure evil.
The kind of evil Orcus uses to make an example of. The God of punishment and the Underworld is going to have fun with her master when he passes into the afterlife.
She’s lost count of how long it’s been. Five years? Probably more, if she’s being honest with herself. She doesn’t even know who she is anymore.
Except her name.
Amina.
To everyone around her, she’s a thing. An object meant to do as she’s told. No exceptions.
She runs her finger along the cold iron bolted around her neck, her slave collar.
Thirty coins. That’s what he paid for her. She didn’t know you could put a price on someone’s life but that’s what hers was worth, thirty whole coins.
“There you are girl” he growls as he grabs her wrist tightly and drags her towards a door at the end of the hall “I’m in a right mind to give you a lashing for making me wait”
“I’m sorry, they… they wanted to make sure everything was perfect” she mumbles, keeping her eyes on the floor to help hide her tears as she recalls the looks of pity on the faces of the women who got her ready.
She knows they know what her Master’s plans are, and she suspects the reason they took so long was to keep her from her fate for as long as they possibly could.
“I don’t care. Those fighters in there won me a lot of denarii today. You’re going to let them do whatever they want to you. All. Night” her master tells her, getting so close to her she can feel his warm, vile breath across her face.
“I… I’ve never…” she stammers, her eyes going wide as she realises what he’s saying.
“I know. I know you’ve never laid with a man before, they checked you when I brought you. That’s why I chose you” he says, a smirk spreading across his face. “Maybe I should put you in the Lupanar and whore you out after they’ve broken you in. Gods know you’d make me a fortune”
It takes everything in her not to turn and run as fast as she can as she swallows down the bile rising in her throat.
It would be pointless though, there’s guards everywhere. She wouldn’t make it to the end of the hall before they caught her. She’d be guaranteed a lashing too, a public one at that. Just like Vesta.
“I mean it girl. You’re theirs tonight. I don’t care if it hurts… in fact, I want it to. A lot” he whispers, pulling out a small dagger and cutting one of the shoulders of her dress, exposing her breast.
He runs the dagger tip over her nipple, pressing it into the sensitive bud until it breaks the skin, making her let out a small whimper of pain.
“If you resist, or put up a fight, you’ll be punished, and it’ll be much worse than what they’re going to do” he growls before pushing her into the room.
She can’t help but flinch as the large wooden door is slammed in her face, the echo of the metal latch being closed ringing in her ears.
She just stands there, staring at it as she takes shuddery breaths.
She knows what’s about to happen. What she’s about to go through. And there’s nothing she can do about it.
She’s trapped.
Locked in a room with three blood covered fighters.
Their reward for winning their master 5000 coin.
She’s their prize.
“Turn around” a deep voice commands, making her jump.
She closes her eyes, praying to the Gods that she wakes up from this nightmare as she slowly turns around.
She sees the man the voice belongs to and her breath catches in her throat as she fights back tears.
He’s the one who killed her brother.
Champion gladiator August.
“Name” he growls, slowly approaching her with a look similar to the lions in the arena before they attack.
“Am… Amina” she stammers, stumbling back against the door as he towers over her.
She can smell death on him. The twang of iron, of blood. Was it her brothers?
Her stomach churns at the thought and she wants to be sick.
“Amina” he repeats “honest, faithful. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman”
Under any other circumstance she might have smiled and thanked him for his compliment, just like she was taught, but not this time. She just can’t.
“I like to know their names before I take what I want” he tells her with a smirk.
He remembers them, every name. All the women he’s taken this way. Amina’s the latest entry on his ever growing list.
He grabs her dress and tears it off her body, letting the fabric crumple to the floor.
She instinctively tries to cover herself, but he stops her, prying her hands away from her body before grasping her breasts and squeezing.
A grin spreads across his face as he continues to grope her, pinching and rolling her nipples tightly between his fingers, making her whimper in pain.
The noise makes him let out a low growl from deep in his chest and his eyes go dark, almost black.
Before she can fully register what’s happening, he grabs her by the back of her neck and yanks her towards the small table on the other side of the room, forcing her onto her back.
He takes her legs behind the knees and pushes them open, exposing her to not only him, but the other two men in the room who are now standing behind him and looking over his shoulder.
Her stomach churns as she stares at the ceiling, her face burning with embarrassment as she tries to think of anything to distract her from the way he’s inspecting her.
She bites back a whimper as he touches her, his fingers playing with her most intimate area before spreading it open.
He lets out a satisfied hum, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees she’s intact, just like their Master promised.
“I’ve never had a pure one before” he says, to no one in particular as he pinches the small bundle of nerves above her opening, making her gasp loudly.
“They’re my favourite. Oh, the noises they make” one of the other men says excitedly, much to August’s annoyance.
“She’s mine, Lloyd” he growls, glaring at the man before turning his attention back to her, really looking at her for the first time since she entered the room.
And as much as she tries to look away, to look anywhere but the face of the man that’s about to brutalise her, she can't. Her green, terror filled eyes just stare at him, transfixed.
He’s seen her eyes, and that look, before. He knows he has. There’s something so familiar about them and it takes him a minute to place it. The man he killed in the arena a mere hours before. Her brother.
“You’ve got his eyes” he tells her before turning his gaze back between her legs.
She’s so caught up in the flood of emotions at what he just said that she doesn’t notice his finger pushing into her until it’s too late.
She lets out a loud yelp at the sudden pain between her legs, her body instinctively trying to close her legs and move away from the beast of a man in front of her.
He lets out an angry growl and yanks her up by her arm, turning her around and bending her over the table with so much force all the air leaves her lungs when her chest makes contact with the wooden surface.
“Don’t move” he growls, kicking her legs apart with his feet.
She grips the edge of the table, so tightly her fingers hurt, as tears well in her eyes. She prays the talk of his stamina is wrong, that it will be over quickly.
But it won’t.
When he’s done with her, there’s two more waiting.
And they have her all night…
The sound of his armour dropping onto the ground behind her makes her heart pound.
It’s happening.
Right now.
She squeezes her eyes shut, trying her best to relax when she feels him prod at her again, but it doesn’t matter.
He snaps his hips forward and tears into her with force, pulling a scream of pain from her that makes him grin.
In all the beatings she’s gotten over the years, she’s never felt pain like this.
It’s like a searing hot poker being forced into her over and over as she’s split in two.
The tears in her eyes escape and spill onto the table as he thrusts into her, over and over and over again. It feels like the more she cries, the harder his thrusts become.
“Best one I’ve had yet” he grunts as he lays over her, pressing her against the table with his full body weight, and starts grinding into her, moaning loudly in her ear.
He’s enjoying this, getting pleasure out of hurting her. How can he not? He’s a sadistic bastard!
Little does she know she’s not the first woman he’s forced himself into. It’s the whole reason he’s stuck fighting in that gods forsaken arena in the first place. And unless he dies there, she won’t be the last.
“You’re mine now, gonna take you like this whenever I want” he pants, making her let out a loud sob at the thought of him doing this to her over and over.
It all becomes too much and her stomach churns as bile rises in her throat, burning it as she chokes and coughs it up.
His moans start becoming louder as he ruts into her hard, his hips slamming her body into the table over and over and over.
“Oh Gods!” he roars, moaning loudly as his hips stutter then still before he thrusts into her as hard as he can, filling her with a strange warmth.
He says something to her, but she doesn’t hear a word of it, unable to hear anything except the loud ringing in her ears.
She lets out a loud whimper as he pulls out of her before kneeling and pushing her legs wider, smirking at the blood mixed with his spend dripping out of her.
He catches some with his fingers and pushes them inside her, forcing it back into her as she lies on the table, her entire body shaking and twitching from shock as she takes shallow, gasping breaths.
“My turn” the second of the men says, all but pushing August out of the way before grasping her by her hair and pulling her to her feet, making her cry out.
He pushes her to her knees, making quick work of removing his armour as she glances behind him at August drinking wine from a goblet and sees the size of him for the first time, enough to make Priapus himself blush.
She looks back at the second man, terror spreading through her yet again as she comes face to face with his member.
She can’t tell if he’s bigger, but it doesn’t matter. He’s going to defile her the same way August did without a care for her.
He hooks his finger into her mouth and forces it open before pushing himself in until she starts to gag.
He holds onto the sides of her head and starts thrusting, hitting the back of her throat with each snap of his hips.
A smirk spreads across his face as he moves one of his hands to the back of her head and forces her down onto him, deep throating her.
He holds her there, moaning at the feeling of the muscles in her throat squeezing him as she chokes.
“We can’t kill her, Lloyd” August warns as she starts scratching at his legs, trying desperately to get air.
He lets out a growl as he pulls himself out of her mouth and slaps her hard across the face before grabbing it and pulling her to her feet.
“You’re going to pay for that” he hisses, manhandling her onto the small bed in the corner of the room.
He climbs on after her, roughly pulling her hips up and slamming into her from behind.
“Gods, I’ve not taken a woman this good in years” he moans, throwing his head back and gripping her hips tightly as he thrusts hard, spurred on by her cries.
“I wonder if her other hole’s just as good?” August says with a smirk, leaning against the table he just had her bent over.
“Let’s find out” Lloyd replies, spitting on her ass. He pulls out and lines himself up with her tiny puckered hole before pushing himself into her, moaning loudly at the muscles squeezing him tightly in an attempt to force him out.
She lets out a shriek of pain, her body going rigid as she tries, and fails, to get away from the man violating her in a way she didn’t think was possible.
He lets out an evil laugh and pushes her face into the bed as he starts thrusting, going out of his way to hurt her as much as he can.
The noises leaving him as he uses her body for his pleasure are burned into her mind as she prays to the Gods to take her and put an end to the indescribable pain coursing through her body.
He looks down at where he’s thrusting in and out of her and smirks proudly at the sight of blood.
“It’s even better” he grunts to August, gripping her hips so tightly his nails break her skin.
“I’ll have to try it next” August says, slowly stroking himself as he watches Lloyd pound into the woman at their mercy over and over again, moaning to himself at the sound of her cries.
Lloyd lifts her hips higher, thrusting as hard as he can into her at the new angle, turning her cries into screams with every snap of his hip.
He lets out a long moan, throwing his head back as he cums hard, filling her with the same strange warmth August did.
“Gods, I’m doing that again” he pants as he slowly pulls himself out of her bloody back passage before slapping her ass, making her yelp as she collapses into the bed.
“You’ll get your chance. It’s your turn, Nick” August says, getting the attention of the third man standing on the other side of the room.
Until now, he’s not paid much attention to the events happening in the small room, trying to drown out her cries and think of anything other than what he wants to do to her.
It’s wrong, he knows it’s wrong, but he doesn’t care. He wants her. And it’s his turn to take her.
He slowly walks towards her, removing his armour as he does before gently turning her over and climbing into the bed.
“No more… please” she begs quietly as he spreads her legs with his knees and settles between them.
Asking for mercy is useless, she knows that. All she is to them is an object to seek pleasure from, to defile.
The only thing she can do is close her eyes and brace herself for the pain as he slowly pushes in, a long moan leaving him as he fills her.
But when he starts to move, the pain doesn't come.
She opens her eyes and stares at him, confused, and scared, by what she's feeling.
Why doesn’t it hurt?
Why is it so different?
Why does it feel… nice?
“Gods” she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as he starts to speed up, letting out a moan that drowns out the one that slips past her lips.
She has no idea what he’s doing differently to August and Lloyd but she prays he keeps doing it because it feels good, amazing even.
Her mind races as she tries to understand what’s happening. Why does she feel bad, so embarrassed and ashamed, when what’s happening right now feels so good?
He moves his hips faster, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he gropes one of her breasts before pinching her nipple hard, pulling another moan from her.
He slowly glides his hand up her chest to around her neck, squeezing the sides. The sudden restriction of air makes her panic and start clawing at his hands, making him squeeze even more.
Her eyes roll back as a weird pressure builds between her legs, making whatever he’s doing to her feel even better.
It suddenly breaks, making her moan loudly as a pleasant burning sensation washes over her, before everything goes black…
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fem fortressposting: femspy edition. The fact that both of these are jokes about her being bitchless are coincidental but very telling I think
#tf2#fem fortress but they’re separate characters from their canon merc counterparts#tf2 scout#tf2 spy#fem spy#Having a lot of fun with these women sorry (not sorry)#my art!!#Ottos fem fortress#Tf2 ocs
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I don’t usually make posts like this, but I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-intellectual junk lately, and I really think we need to put the word “pretentious” up on a shelf until people learn what it actually means.
It doesn’t describe someone who likes artsy-fartsy deep meaning media. People who are pretentious are fake. They’re posers trying to be sophisticated and unique, not like other girls. They pretend to only like stuff they think will make them sound cool when they talk about it. They want to act like they know something you don’t, and they want attention for it.
By definition, if you genuinely enjoy something, you can’t be pretentious. If it resonates with you, and you analyze it, and you don’t care what people think, that’s the polar opposite, actually. If you love obscure experimental prog music, if you watch underground high concept indie films through English teacher eyes, if you spend hours in a modern art museum reading each piece as a vessel for storytelling, if your backpack’s full of poetry books that inspire you, if you play underrated games that were someone’s passion project, if you have an interest in studying the classics or the masters, you are not pretentious.
Of course, some people just don’t like some stuff, and that’s fine, but that’s not what this is about. Don’t let anti-intellectuals shame you for enjoying things just because your interests are inaccessible to them, because they refuse to be brave and put effort into critical thinking. You’re not stuck up for refusing to overlook the craft of artists.
#anti intellectualism#media#movies#books#music#critical thinking#my friend who primarily listens to one very popular band once said that people who listen to obscure music are annoying and pretentious#which rubbed me the wrong way because 1 she knows that I listen to obscure music and 2 it’s such a cowardly consumerist take. anyone can#make music and hey a lot of the people who do make GOOD music. and this goes for all *obscure* media#this post was mostly inspired by people talking about Barbie and those anti pick me girls like the pick nobody girls who insist thinking is#for boys and having fun with an empty brain is for girls. Greta gerwig is an artist. I haven’t seen the movie yet but I know it has a deeper#message than haha cute pink! I’ve seen the summaries about the true meaning. the pinkness and popularity doesn’t negate the narritive.#though in the notes I saw a lot of tumblristas comunistas shitting on the film for being one big ad that people *fell for* which tbh is#tbh almost as anti-intellectual. don’t get me wrong they milked this film to sell hella shit but I don’t believe kids who play with dolls#are the target audience as these people claim. Barbie is a culturally iconic symbol almost archetypical of societal expectations for women#you say barbie people think unblinking perfect plastic pink girly. reminds me of the poem The Last Mojave Indian Barbie. yeah yeah you all#hate brands but this one carries undeniable significance and makes for a powerful literary device. it’s been used many times before#sorry for writing a tag essay about a film I haven’t even seen but I’m tired of internet people focusing so much on proving others wrong#that they end up oversimplifying everything just as much as the other person. god I saw people doing this to Nimona saying transphobes were#looking too deep into her character and they’re reactionary clowns for making that jump. like for once the transphobes are right. she is#trans. it’s a queer story. and irl the first people who notice queerness are the bigots who can tell you’re different. sick owns telling#them the story’s not that deep is harmful and it’s like they’re ignoring the real message on purpose. okay enough rambling hehe! thanks#barbie#nimona
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girls being nice to me gets me higher than ecstasy ever could
#SORRY for the corny post but this is how i truly feel not waxing poetic here like literally it does#i just met the cool girl i keep talking about & IT WAS SÅ FREAKEING ÅSUM ^_^_^_^_^_^ YAY#HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY HAPPY HAPPY JOY#OK sorry for screaming But i really am very excited...#turns out she is autistic & we discussed our neuroses while eating & ugh she is just as cool as i thought she was#always tell people you think have Swag that you noticed it on them see how it worked for me#i was so scared of spilling my spaghettis but turns out that was exactly what i needed to do to be friends ^_^ YAY#we went to a lot of different libraries together & i got a small old eyeless bunny plush from the event we went to caus i felt bad for it#i even showed her my pony art & i told her about my cringe interest (that music event i like...♯RealOnesKnow )#& she thought it was COOL.& i felt like it was really genuine & she talked about reading BL LOL we discussed fujos together#we even talked about finding moids ugly#it was so awesome she was so cool & Nice To Me... i feel like i am on CUMULONIMBUS ( cloud 9 ) ^_^_^_^_^_^#talking to her in person was so much better than online OMG now i wish i really was friends with you muties IRL#i wish you a Girl Friend experience just like this to those who post about wanting them i really do#also the reason why i even like my Music Event so much is because the first time i watched it was with a bunch of women#& i had so much fun & they were so nice to me i keep returning & now that Event means so much to me & I LOVE IT sorry (NOT)#i know this sounds like tumblrina fiction i would not believe it either IDK what to say to make it sound legitimate 0_0 like it is so crazy#to me as well IDK i can barely get over it & IDK if i really want to so um well YAY ^_^ AIMU SO HEPI :DDD
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Appreciation post for 'girly girl' characters and/or shows that celebrate traditionally feminine things that girls and women are shamed for.
Characters on this list that love makeup, fashion, hair, etc. Characters that are still written as strong, intelligent, brave, etc. That told young girls that these interests are valid, they are not lesser interests. Being feminine and liking traditionally feminine things does not make them weak.
#I'm so glad I got to grow up with these girls#I was originally gonna make a post of Barbie Daphne and Stella and be like. They remind me so much of each other#And how much I love characters like them#Because I do#But then I was like fuck it let's just make a post for all the girly girls because they're so good#So here we are. In a world of misogyny. We still have them. And I am so greatful#I'm sad I missed out on celebrating my femininity and stuff like this in my teen years because of just. Stuff I was going through#But I'm glad I'm doing it now. I've been getting into makeup for the past year. Mostly eye it's so fun#The Barbie movie. Dressing up for it. Being proud makeup and skirts and dressing up like I did as a girl. God it was so wonderful#I've not felt this connected to this part of myself in years. It has helped to much#It reminded me of my love for Barbie. The movies. The fairies and mairmaids. The bright colours and fashions#And my love for all of these shows. The outfits and designs I fell in love with. The friendships and sisterhoods in all of them.#Yes it's just Rarity. I know some of the others girls also fit. But some don't as much so I didn't wanna just put a group one#And I know Kim and some others aren't as girly as others. But she's still a good example.#Her and Monique's shopping trip and other stuff is engraved into my mind. I actually think about them a lot I love them#Daphne was also a masisve awakening for me. I had such a crush on her. And the Hex Girls.#If you're wondering why other shows aren't on here. Like Trollz or Powerpuff Girls or something. It's msotly based on what I watched#And I didn't really watch them I'm sorry but feel free to add more.#We're ignoring how I mispelled mermaids. I'm not going back to change that tag.#Anyway I love women basically. We're awesome.#Barbie#Scooby Doo#Bratz#Monster High#Kim Possible#My Little Pony#Winx#Mew Mew Power
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hi there! I was wondering if you could write how Farah would react if the reader got hurt because she's the commander of the ULF?
(Btw you are feeding the Farah lovers! Remember to take breaks and such if needed! 💞💞)
Hello! I'm glad to hear that! I do love writing for the girls, after all! I love them dearly and I'm glad you all do too! And I will take breaks if I need them, don't worry!
Reader got Hurt Because of Farah
I think that, although Farah is a very reasonable person and always uses her head instead of her heart, you getting hurt would be one of the few times where she would act out of emotions rather than rational thought. She can’t usually afford such a thing, no matter how distressed she may be, so it basically never happens. But the person who hurt you will come to regret ever getting close to you. She won’t go after them guns blazing, no, she’s way too smart for that. But that person will be dealt with, either immediately or after a while. Farah doesn’t forget, her memory is far too good for that. If she can see your attackers face, good. That way she can either immediately go after them or track them down by memory alone. But if she can’t see it then she’ll spare no expense in finding out who it may have been. It might take a while, but she’ll get her revenge. In fact, you getting hurt would be another big reason for her to fight her war for peace, because in her ideal world, no one gets hurt. Not you, not her brothers or sisters. However, whoever hurt you won’t live to see such a utopia. Farah won’t torture them, but she’ll make quick work of whoever they may be so that they won’t hurt anyone else near and dear to her. But of course, all of this goes once she’s certain you’re alright. Farah will call the best medics she has to make sure you’ll make it, that you’ll end up in as little pain as possible during your recovery. She won’t particularly have the time to be by your side throughout it all, but she’ll come visit you whenever she can, maybe even bringing you a recovery gift or two in the process. Always has someone check up on you. Someone she trusts will come in every once in a while and ask you how you’re doing to give her a report on your status. Yes, she may be on the frontlines fighting a war, but she always needs to know how you’re doing or else she’ll get even more nervous than she should be.
#cod#cod x reader#farah karim#farah karim x reader#the cod women lovers seem to have found me and liked me enough to want to request something from me. lovely#I am once again really tired today. work was rough and I ate some fried calamari today. the portion was so big and I'm stuffed#now I'm super tired but I have to wait until 21:20 until I can go to bed#at the time I'm writing this it's roughly 17:00 so I still have to pass a lot of time until I can finally sleep#anyway I don't have much to say as of right now#might mess around and finish the other two requests I have in my inbox today so some time will pass#I never would have thought I'd ever get into CoD but here I am and I am enjoying myself greatly#it never occurred to me before that it might have a storyline. and now I've been writing for that silly game for roughly two months now#time really does fly by. I got into it last summer actually so I haven't been a fan for too long#it's been fun. I got back into writing. but I only lost my writing spark because of vocational school. vocational school sucks so bad#had no time whatsoever for anything. had to study the entire time and had no time for my hobbies#god I'm looking forward to my apprenticeship leave exam so i never have to go there again#but enough about me on this post. sorry!
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i think ppl kinda miss the point of why pink femme girl power aesthetics are empowering to some women, and this isnt specifically about the barbie movie bc i havent seen it so idk how its gonna pull the whole thing off, but it has definitely sparked a lot of discourse around this. but its not about "telling girls its ok to be feminine" because of course the society already pushes femininity onto women. its just that women are devalued, and women are devalued no matter what they do, however femininity is FOR women and it is because of that association with women that femininity is also devalued (regardless of gender, but even when performed by women). it is an expectation, but it is taken for granted. like for example it is expected for women to do makeup and care about fashion, however it is simultaneously taken as something shallow and frivolous to have as an interest or hobby, and people who point out that it actually takes a lot of skill and artistry are dismissed and brushed off. and again this is a skill that is just expected that all women will have! and celebrating femininity, in for example movies like legally blonde, is saying that no, there is inherent value in this thing, there is inherent value and skill and use in having traditionally feminine hobbies, feminine women had to work and femininity doesnt make someone lesser. and when we accept these as their own skills, hobbies, interests, hopefully we can also separate them from womanhood, and we can accept women as, yknow, their natural state. femininity is an action and it has value but women should damn well opt out of it if they want to.
#im drunk none of this makes sense im sorry for rambling these are just some thoughts ive been having#but like masc women have it bad and i love masc women iw ould love to see more masc women rep. but there is no winning as a woman#im not like an expert or feminist theory or anything. i just think. maybe having both things would be nice#i am skeptical of barbie movie i dont know how its gonna handle this yet. its def a thin line of enforcing femininity vs elevating it#i hate the corporate bullshit behind it i hate marketing i hate advertising i hate the fucking mattelverse#but the actors seem to have put in a lot of passion into it so i think at the very least the movie will be fun#this post is trans inclusive i think trans women have talked at much length about double standards of expectations of femininity#delete later#bc i dont like being involved in discourse
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people on twitter being mad about the shiv pregnancy storyline and blaming sarah …… pls be serious and also use your brains to think of the timeline because sarah was not pregnant when that story was pitched for sure, especially since it’s been hinted at since s3
#a lot of it it’s tomgreg shippers (not at of course but i’ve seen some abismal ones)#the story has been set up for so long and i understand having issues with it but be civil#and not misogynistic <3#it’s twt being twt ig but pissed me off#ana! shut up#succession spoilers#not cm#anti tomgreg#<- not really but the most misogynist takes did come from there so sorry#nothing against the ship have fun but also don’t hate women
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i won’t apologize for being a hater. seeing comments on chappell roans posts about being too hypersexual and needing to dial it down (mmm dial what down. say it very explicitly to me. what is making you uncomfortable in your own very clear words) and directly contrasting it with renee rapp just made me not like that girl even more i’m sorry! maybe she should try not being an annoying blonde bi girl who only seems to hang out with other blonde bi girls making mediocre pop. whoops
#is my opinion on her subject to change sure maybe and if you like her by all means don’t let me being mean take that away from you#but that was just. the quiet part out loud. renee is accessible and still not so visibly overtly queer but enough to be like#Tehe girls are sooo pretty#and um cater to that sort of crowd. chappell you have to love and celebrate and embrace queerness wholeheartedly#it’s making me sooooo mad like chappells music is so representative of the fun flirty ways EYE like to express myself#and has made me feel comfortable in that literal sexuality part of my sexuality. and ur gonna sit here and put her down in favor of…#i can’t like i can’t i’m sorry i want to watch that show and you know how much i want to support women and queer women specifically#so yeah again i’d keep my mouth shut in the general public but that fucking brand of sapphic queer Will Not Say The Word Lesbian vibe of#person. i can’t stand you.#you are a traitor to dykes everywhere and you need to do a lot of work. not saying that’s all her fans but WHATEVER i’m not qualifying my#stupid complaining right now it’s my blog#abby talks#this is giving smith college problem and i accept that#and general blanket apology for comparing two queer things when u know there r so many more serious issues in the world#however i’m here to complain about whatever the hell is annoying me. so.
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Thinking about all the women I ship dazai with while You shake and shit and cry. ❤️❤️
I'm -
Anon, please, I love you.
But also, wrong blog. Do you not understand how annoyingly I've tag spammed other posts "i dont do ships buuuut..."?
Wait wait wait wait....i just realised after typing in my tags but - but WHAT women?? There's only like....4 viable women to ship Dazai with in this manga....what women??
#i was just going to block but i realised i wanted to frame my very first anon hate#its like am i a popular blog enough for this? do i deserve such a rite of passage?#especially when im not really active lately...but ah screw it#anyway more anon hates WILL be blocked this was for my personal pleasure#it was relatively tame but sorry to anyone who is uncomfortable seeing this stuff#but yeah. i guess ive been invited to openly ramble about why i don't do ships but kinda still find it fun#i mean theres a lot of reasons why fandom shipping doesnt really vibe well with me#but mostly its just that i enjoy looking at things in a way that the author has obviously presented itself to us#like you hear a LOT about...political/economic/queer/racial and so on subtext a lot#and i find that fascinating to employ as an exercise (and in turn find it really cool when others do that for their ships)#buuuuut im in fandoms to have fun and shipping is interesting to see and yeah even fun to do#and you know its not really about looking at stuff as presented by canon#but au-ing in a similar but opposite direction?#in the end i guess you could say im indifferent to shipping but simultaneously find it really interesting#no big reason that i want to share now that i think about it#but anyway that said please dont inflict dazai on women. so many ladies have tried to kill him because of it#anyway i dont think this would be complete without the....#i dont ship stuff but this us fun!! >:DDD#spitting nonsense#we spat nonsense together anon <3#and reiterating warning that any other anons like this'll be blocked
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Healthy anxiety coping mechanism ✅:
using the sophrology exercises I learnt today before tackling the call with my brother
My toxic chosen anxiety coping mechanism 😈 :
Sending a seething reply with thinly veiled threats to my ex harassing me/being creepy + filling it with radfem propaganda before having a 1min monologue with my brother's voicemail
#as a note : said ex is a male who made me realise that my idea of men was very different than the actual male body and being in a#relationship with one. He's also the kind radblr would want dead. He's a conservative pornsick pua who paid prostitues and raped me#on top of about all the male degeneracy you can imagine. So defo a terrible person I got with only because I was groomed#had internalised lesbophobia lack of self-awareness due to traumas and because I was overall in a terrible mental place#so don't feel sorry for him and please don't question my sexuality over him. I literally had my suicide planned back then#and made a lot of terrible and traumatizing life choices back then in order to self-sabotage and prompted by previous traumas#my agency over this was to break up/return in my country after three weeks of rapes under the same roof only to be raped againj#when I completely wasted myself and was coping with the process of whatever happened to me#I shouldn't have to justify it but some people here are quick to make assumptions and I've come to care a lot about radblr#and understand why some women here are wary of lesbians who have been with men given the rampant bi/lesbophobia#I was already repulsed by the male body before my rapes. i just thought I had to fix it and something was wrong with me and that being#a lesbian was bigoted (thanks TRAs for that one)#Anywaaaaays. I hope y'all are having a better day than me. It was fun to dump on my rapist that he has no business giving his opinion#about my sexuality or anything in general tho 🙃#Tañ ha Gerioù
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and u know what im ready to make my full statement on MENG MEI QI too. the situation is so crazy to me, basically now in 2023 some ujung wont even type out her name because 1. cheating scandal (WHERE SHE WAS THE 3RD PARTY, WASNT EVEN THE PERSON TO CHEAT ON SOMEONE) and 2. doesnt mention wjsn ever and to me that is literally HILARIOUS like, god its just soooo funny to watch everyone pile in with the loudest most popular opinion and not do personal critical thinking, or hey, maybe they did and what mmq did really WAS too much for them to still support her but in that case i raise an eyebrow because idk… a lottt of yall are the same people who will get online and write about loving evil women and letting girls be shitty etc etc and she literally gives you what you asked for on a silver PLATTER, like doing nothing cancellable just giving us a good wholesome woman being evil and selfish and obsessed w herself and everyone turns on her!!!! sorry shes not fucking chuu lmao!? (ilu chuu no hate but there is space for good AND evil girls in my heart😇) im sorry im SO unbothered by her being the other woman in a cheating scandal like i cant imagine something mattering less to me and it actually made me super happy to confirm she fucks even tho the guy was ugly😇 but i said kinda most of this already so SECOND OF ALL about her not mentioning wjsn and shit… another thing i literally have NO problem with?? again, like…… no one was more distraught than me at what happened to ot13 but these are REAL PEOOLEEEEEEEEEE?!????!??? i’ve said this before too but i think its worth mentioning, i think my perspective on WJSN has always been a certain way because i grew up playing soccer on a team of the same ~18 girls for over 8 years and im very familiar with, idk, “team dynamics” in groups of girls growing up together? so i understand what its like to be in a larger group dedicated towards this ultimate, performance based goal together and while not everyone out of those 18 girls is one-to-one best friends and lots of people have pretty significant differences, none of that matters “on the field” or when you’re “working”, and its actually lowkey beautiful hiw such different people can unite together to make their dream happen AND develop really long lasting strong relationships w each other when they would otherwise might not have. so ive never had illusions that wjsn as a group has this monolithic motivator or reason for being in wjsn or being an idol, they are all super different personalities and have different interest areas like acting, musicals, song production, MCing etc! so its really impossible for me to feel upset or bothered in any way when i hear complaints about mmq’s behavior in this area because im like ? she obviously has/had this solo career (that i have to believe she had way more control and stylistic direction over than with wjsn) in her home country where she gets to embrace her personal style and concepts instead of matching wjsns, shes clearly separating from that past image and going in a different direction w her career! it does make me bummed that shes not getting 13 stars tattooed like xiao did but again what am i gonna do, be mad that this artist who i really care abt as a person is going off on their own path and direction? cujung is a ROCK of this fanbase its not like a mmq wjsn mention is going to create millions more ujung and album sales? just never added up to me, IM not gonna feel some type of way about it because stan twit fucking tells me to, like how it feels a lot of ujungs react to everything! that one thing going around that was like “wjsn are coworkers not friends” was sooooo funny for me to watch ujung actually get mad about because like,,, they ARE coworkers? AND FRIENDS?! there are 13 of them? each person has a unique individual and complex relationship with each other person? ah idk why i even bother with these essays the avg kpop stans iq is literally 65 yall love being spoonfed parasocial relationships simulated for ur consumption so much u completely block out the fact they are real people
#and a lot of people who have the most to say about it like literally dont go outside and have lives and group activities to be a part of so#sorry if im being haterish but like they started it#getting mad at what mmq says and doesnt say about her old job and who she fucks is giving incel its giving i like to control women#giving the type of people who freak out and kts over their idol reading a feminist book or dating someone#sorry women are autonomous beings not morally perfect objects u can glorifyingly put on a pedestal and tear down just as maliciously when#something they did doesnt add up to this unrealistic un-human image u created of them#i honestly think some of u get more out of tearing at and hating someone than u did supporting them its like fun for u to sit behind a scree#and judge their lives meanwhile havent washed ur greasy ass hair in days and when was the last time u called ur grandmother? what the longes#lasting friendship you’ve ever been able to maintain? huh???#damn i cant find out how to do a read more on mobile sorryyyyyyyyyy#long post#ANYWAYS *pulls out comfort photos of teen mmq smoking cigs*
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