“Ah! Poor women, how they are misunderstood! And yet they love God in much larger numbers than men do and during the Passion of our Lord, women had more courage than the apostles since they braved the insults of the soldiers and dared to dry the adorable Face of Jesus. It is undoubtably because of this that He allows misunderstanding to be their lot on earth, since He chose it for Himself. In heaven, He will show that His thoughts are not men’s thoughts, for then the last will be first.”

- Saint Therese of Lisieux, A Story of a Soul, slyly suggesting not only does Christ suffer in solidarity with women but also that women will be elevated over men in heaven.

Building a Hornet’s Nest

Male Wasp Hybrid Harem x Feminized Male Reader (CW: Noncon, musk, pheromones, bukkake, gangbang, double penetration, wasp men, oviposition, feminized male reader, drug-like cum, wasp transformation, DNA manipulation, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 3.7k (Sorry that this took so long. Sorry that this is so weird. I hope some people can find the degeneracy within themselves to enjoy it.) 

When your distant uncle had passed away and left you a property you were surprised to say the least. You were more surprised to learn that it was on Arcadia and that your uncle had never lived long enough to go and see it as he had been ill for some time before his passing and he was not particularly old either. Years ago, unknown to most of the family, he had procured a modest plot of land on Arcadia, a distant planet on the fringes of known space. A true modern day frontier. It was known for its mega-flora. With flowers that grew to the size of trees in some cases. It was also known for its giant docile bees. They were just like bees on Earth except much much larger and they were stingless, it was very easy to domesticate them and now people used them on Arcadia to develop many rare and exotic honey types from the strange alien flowers. Your uncle had wanted to be a beekeeper, he was apparently going to invite you on the venture with him seeing as how you were both into farming and working the land and you had helped him with his beekeeping when you were younger, but he never recovered from his illness so you did not find out until his death. With only a bit of hesitance you decided to pursue your uncle’s dream. When you first got to Arcadia you were in awe by how tranquil and picturesque it was, the pictures and videos that you had seen certainly did it no justice. Unlike Earth most of the foliage was various shades of red, orange, and yellow. Giant blooms of every shape and color imaginable were everywhere, with the exception of the clearing that a small settlement had been built in. Despite being here for a few decades it was still very much a quaint little frontier town, pleasant enough people, offering just the bare essential services. Then there was your new plot of land a few miles from town. It was… run down… to say the least. But you made due, you had sold everything of significant value that you had owned back on Earth and were fully committing to this new venture. And, after a few months, your efforts finally paid off. A giant mansion sized barn for your future bees was built and your house was repaired. All that was left to do was wait for your shipment of buzzy friends to arrive. Well they wouldn’t be so busy when they arrived, as they would still be pupa, but within a week or two the pupa would be finished developing into full sized giant docile bees, they would accept the barn as their home and set up shop. The day came when your shipment finally landed and you were so thrilled, they came off the hover truck and you hurried them into their new home, carefully placing them horizontally into cells in the walls and capping them. In truth you had been more than a bit worried, you were running perilously low on funds and had to go with a discount bee supplier that seemed just a slight bit unreliable. But it seemed you had worried for nothing, here were your bee pupa, nice and healthy. Though they did seem to be a slightly different shape than they looked from the advertisements and videos, you were sure that nothing was wrong. You could barely contain your excitement, you had heard that these bees easily imprint on their humans and are very loving, soon they would establish a hive and your goals would be obtained. It would be slow at first, as you only had enough to get three pupa, but you would get there eventually. You couldn’t stop yourself from checking the barn every few hours. 9 or 10 times each and every single day. The wait was torture. But finally, after about 12 days, you heard buzzing coming from the barn when you stepped out of your house in the morning, you practically tripped over yourself running back inside to grab the collars for them and then dashed back outside and across the field of flowers you had started to grow for them. You opened the door to the barn and… it was NOT what you were expecting. The three pupa were no longer in the cells you had packed them so lovingly into, but they sure as hell were not bees either. Instead, standing before you were three wasp-men. You knew what these were, genetically engineered human-wasp hybrids, that typically had smaller genetic contributions from several ant and bee species as well, that were typically used in highly regulated projects or otherwise extremely shady sources of labor on the very unregulated frontier planets. The question was how did you get them? Did someone’s order get mixed with yours? With how much energy and enthusiasm you opened the door with, they were all now intently staring at you, and to say that they were intimidating would have been an understatement. They all looked fairly similar to one another, red and yellow plates of chitinous exoskeletons covered their feet, arms, legs, chests, and backs. The only thing lacking the exoskeletons were their faces, abs, asses, and crotches. Which were very much exposed, showing off scarily long cocks and heavy balls. They had red bug-like eyes, they had fangs but otherwise regular mouths, but they sat between a set of wicked looking mandibles. Antenna twitched on their heads, sticking out from long blood red hair. Each had a set of large wings folded behind them. Their antennas twitched in your direction as they also sniffed the air curiously. Uh-oh. They were from a shady source so who knows how unpredictably they could act towards you, so you wisely decided to make a hasty retreat, but they quickly flew over to you and pulled you back deeper into the building. “Where’s the rush?” one of them inquired in a slightly buzzing but deep voice, “Me and my friends just woke up here and need some answers.” “Uh-uh okay, sure, what do you want to know?” The one speaking put his arm roughly around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Well, we are looking for the person meant to be our queen, do you know where they are? Your scent is the only one here. Did you put us in the wall compartments?” “There isn’t any queen, but y-yeah I was the one who bought your pupa and put them in there.” He took a moment to feel you over with his antenna, it probably would have tickled had you not been scared shitless. “Sooo… you’re the queen? Or are you under someone??” “There isn't one! And I own this land and made this building for bees…” One of the other two wasp men chimed in at this. “Ha! Bees? Those weak passive ones that have no human in em and are about as smart as a pet dog? You’re lucky you got us instead, we are far superior!” The one holding you now much too tightly replied while flexing his free arm,”He’s right, we are much better. You really lucked out little queen~ We can keep you much safer.” He licked up your neck with a long narrow tongue making you shiver. “I told you, there isn’t a queen!” You were beginning to grow annoyed with the cyclic nature of this conversation. “You bought us? You own this territory? You put us in cells so we could grow?” “W-well yeah but… I’m n-not-” “You’re our queen then~ Don’t be scared we’ll keep you all safe from the big scary world! You’re far too weak and squishy to just be left alone.” “Ha! Yeah, just a pathetic squishy little human,” the third one that had been silent up until now chuckled as he poked you hard in the stomach. The one holding you grinded gently into your ass, his cock fully erect and prodding your cheeks. “This ass is soft too~ Bet it feels great inside, doesn’t it little queen?” “S-stop, please, I’m not a w-woman!” “Awe, our queen is a bit dumb too~ Good thing we came along to take care of you. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you’re our queen yet, we’ll rape you full of our eggs. You’ll look so lovely full of our spawn~” As he said all of this he began to gently rub his hand against your crotch and the other two hybrid men stepped closer. Between the unwanted touching and the mention of the word rape you decided it may be worth the risk to try and escape anyway, but your struggles didn’t last long. The man holding you shook you a bit violently until you were unsteady and still and then held the top of his wrist to your neck. A long thick black needle protruded from his wrist and was pointed at you threateningly. You turned away, trying to put as much space between your neck and the sinister looking needle as possible. “Maybe you aren’t too dumb, you know what this does don’t you my queen? It’ll hurt terribly before paralyzing you and allowing us to play with you at our leisure and make you fulfill your royal duty~” You let out a pathetic whimper in response. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t want to use it. How can you squirm around my dick if I did? So just relax and let this happen the easier, more fun way, okay?” He nibbled on your earlobe and you went completely limp in his grasp, signaling that you wouldn’t put up anymore of a fight. “Heh heh, excellent choice, my queen~” The other two wasps chuckled cruelly as well as one pulled your shirt off and the other wasted no time in unburdening you of your pants and boxers. They stared at you hungrily. Your nudity only fueled your fear and you had to stifle your instinct to flail, thrash, punch, and run. But doing so would surely make things much worse for you, better to just let them have their way and get it over with and hope you could sneak out after maybe when they were sleeping or otherwise distracted. You could feel the cock of the hybrid behind you gently rubbing against your hole as he licked and bit at your neck. He bent down behind you and spread your cheeks, making you shudder as an inhumanly long tongue prodded your hole before sliding in deep, stretching you out gently as it probed and making you twitch and grow hard as it found and focused on your prostate. The genetics for their tongues definitely came from long tongued bees. The wasp man behind you got up and resumed pressing his cock into your hole. “Just getting you good and ready queen~” He whispered softly into your ear. His large cock mercifully massaged copious amounts of thick precum into you to prep you for breeding. At least the entry wouldn’t be unstretched or dry, because that’s not something you would have put past them. The other two wasps were busy rubbing their hands all over your body, rubbing your belly, groping your ass cheeks, stroking your face with surprising tenderness, and contrasting that with rough greedy groping of your soft thighs and tugging at your hair. As the one behind you slipped inside your well lubed ass a second wasp enveloped your hard cock entirely within its mouth while the third kissed you passionately, its tongue fervently exploring every inch of your mouth. You couldn’t even yell in pleasure or protest the pain of having your ass invaded by a large inhuman cock as the long thin went down your throat, making you gag a bit. Finally respecting your need to breathe, the wasp removed itself from your face and began biting your sensitive neck, adding to the complete overly stimulating waves of sensation already being caused by having your dick enveloped by a hot mouth and your prostate gently kissed by the rhythmic thrusts of the other two insectoid men. The one attending your cock took his free hand to massage your balls and that led you to possibly the quickest orgasm of your life. In any other situation you would have been totally humiliated, but you were long past having any dignity today. The one behind you did not relent in his fucking of you, but instead picked up the pace a bit as he felt your body shudder, the one sucking you off hungrily swallowed your load before licking his lips and getting up. “My, you were really pent up my queen, and you produce such sweet honey for me!” He pressed his lips to yours, letting the taste of your own cum permeate your mouth. Between the kiss and the constant pounding of your ass you whimpered as you were already hard again, the wasp that had previously had its tongue down your throat now replacing the one that swallowed your cum at your cock, kissing the sensitive organ before licking it and sucking your recently emptied nuts. You whimpered as they continued to manhandle your sensitive body. The one pumping into your tight hole finally slamming in hard and cumming forcefully, depositing something round and hard into you as he did, making you flinch a bit in surprise as you remembered that they reproduced via eggs, it did not really hurt, but you felt a tingling inside where the waspoid cum touched you. The cock inside you lingered a while as it filled you but once it slid out and away from you your ass’ rest was short lived. One of the wasps laid with his back on the ground and with his cock pointing up, the other two bringing you over to him and forcing you to lower yourself onto his eager, drooling, prick. Your well stretched hole slid on him easily and he gripped you tight and forced you up and down on his length. That special spot inside you was rubbed once more, making you shudder in unwilling pleasure, your body completely betraying you. The pace was slow enough for you, and surprisingly he seemed unwilling to seriously injure his “queen”. As you were finally getting used to the motions one of the other wasps, the one that had already filled your ass, came up behind and slid his cock back inside you with his friend’s so that you were now being plowed in tandem by the both of them. As you gasped from the sudden extra intrusion abusing your insides the third wasp took advantage of your open mouth and wasted no time in putting his dick in your open mouth. You could taste his precum, oddly enough it had just a slight soothing effect and you noticed it tasted of honey. Filled to the brim with cock, you started to get a bit more relaxed as time went on, not overly so. You were still very unwilling and any pleasure was purely physical, incidental, and frustrating, but whatever was in the honey like fluid dripping from his cock was definitely making you a bit less stiff and just a tad bit less defiant. While this was happening you thought you could remember hearing something about this, that modified wasp and bee species made substances that could calm down their queens when distressed, both in fluids and via pheromones. And now that you thought about it the musk that hung heavily in the air was strangely comforting, it was like the more of the precum that dripped down your throat the more you were affected by the smell that these men were giving off. Not nearly enough to really lose yourself though, it was far more subtle than that. It was also probably why you did not feel too much pain anymore despite two dicks pistoning your ass, as one cock thrust forward the other pulled back. All the while the one occupying your mouth was happily pumping away, content with enjoying the wet warmth of your mouth as he fed you more pre. Between all the sensations overtaking your body, the cocks sliding in and out of you, the pheromones and relaxing fluid, and the hands roaming over your sides, face, and thighs, you couldn’t help but blow another load, right on the wasp that was below you. “See? It feels good to be our queen, doesn’t it,” he asked with a mocking chuckle knowing full well it was just your body’s response and it didn’t mean you were enjoying your predicament. After several minutes the one making you suck him pulled out and moaned as he came all over your face, covering you in warm slippery fluid. There were no eggs in this ejaculation, he was certainly saving all of those to be deposited deep inside you to go along with his friend’s. Your skin tingled a bit where the cum touched you and you began to feel just a bit dizzy as your inhibitions slowly lowered just a bit and you became even more relaxed. The cum was much more potent than just the precum and the load up your ass was gradually affecting you as well. Musk permeating the air was much thicker than it had been, or maybe you just noticed it more now, but it was making you drool a bit and you couldn’t help but bounce back a bit against the dicks in your suddenly hungry hole. “I feel really weird… can we stop now…” You stifled a cry, something wasn’t right, you were much more sensitive than normal to everything and you were having difficulty thinking clearly. The wasps all smirked as they ignored you, knowing that their fluid was slowly turning you into a weak little queen they could worship and fill with egg after egg. It was slowly changing your very DNA, making you receptive to hybrid pheromones, making you crave them. The one that had previously unloaded in you pulled out and came all over your back. Moments later the one below you working you on his shaft like some kind of living sex toy slammed you down to the base of his cock and filled you deeply with even more eggs and semen, causing you to spasm and moan weakly with a dry orgasm of your own. “Fuck! You’re a great incubator!” While you were panting and trying to recover the wasp previously abusing your mouth unceremoniously pulled you off the cock you were on and gripped you tight from behind, his erection easily sliding in your cum leaking entrance. “Not done yet, being queen is very busy work, you have to take my eggs too~” “P-please no more, I-I feel funny,” you pleaded desperately as your head was swimming with mixed signals. You knew you didn’t want this but you were so light headed you could barely think, and now these wasp men smelled so alluring, and wouldn’t having more eggs in you feel so nice? “I-I n-need to s-stop…” You felt an instinctual need to keep letting them fill you up, but at the same time you were burning up and truly felt feeble and sick. “Shhh, shhh, just relax, okay? You have been such a good mate for us so far~” He licked a long stripe up your neck with his thin tongue and held you tighter as he continued grinding into you. Without warning he started flying a few feet in the air while still breeding you, his insect instincts telling him to give you a proper nuptial flight. In no time the other wasps joined in as well, both of them in front of you, tending to their precious queen. Rubbing you up and down, smearing the fluid that covered you into your skin, giving little kisses and nibbles, and caresses where they saw fit. They were a bit brutish, but they knew the transition occurring in all of your cells was a rough one and they wanted to help their queen embrace his new role as easily as possible, especially since you had been such a perfect weak little mate for them. You would have continued to beg for them to stop, but it felt so nice now. And it would have been so ungrateful. These nice men were taking care of you so sweetly, giving you lots of eggs to tend to, choosing you to take care of them. It made you feel fluttery in the pit of your stomach. You were so lucky. With a shudder the final load of eggs was unloaded into you, the wasp man behind you wrapping his legs around yours as he came. They all gently lowered you to the ground, one of them keeping you in his arms with you leaning against him and burying your head in his neck before passing out from sheer exhaustion. The wasps’ fluids were still hard at work rewriting your DNA, somewhat like a virus. It was definitely taking a toll on you. Your harem of wasp-men took you to your house and had you all washed up and bundled in your bed, keeping a dedicated vigil over you as you had a deep but feverish sleep. They did not like seeing you uncomfortable, unless it was from them teasing you. But they knew it would be worth it, when you woke up in a few days you would be totally dependent on them. Your new insect DNA demanding you to always be by one of them for safety and telling you that you would constantly need to be incubating their eggs. Their pheromones would comfort, alert, or arouse you based on what they needed to communicate and you would produce some as well that allowed them to track you and be aware of your condition. You’d even grow antenna and your skin would take a reddish tone. You would technically be a wasp hybrid yourself, but that would be the extent of your transformation. Just a weak incubator hopelessly dependent on them for the rest of your life.

hi... ive been eyeing ur list recently...

why is raffaelo on the waiting list for so long im gonna froth at the mouth PLEASEE

Anyways... will you a m!top!reader oneshot w raffaelo (the villainess is a marionette) hehehe... but please include lace/lingerie. also, slight dirty talk? Thanks~

"Such a good fucking boy"

Bottom!Raphael x Top!Male!Reader.

s.y.s: (i forgot sypnosis arent the characters thoughts 💀) rafaello wears a feminine cloth that can barely cover any of his body parts as per your request. I guess your puppy eyes were just so irreristible to him. He trusts you this much to humilliate himself this way;; he guesses. — Feeling bashfull with Milky skin on display, he averts your prying gaze that already seems to be fucking the life out of him.

TAGS: feminization, Lace, Lingerie, (Bra,Thong, And Thigh-highs. Dont ask me where u got it from u just got it LMAOO) Anal sex, blowjob (receiving), Groping, praise kink, PRAISE KINK in all capitals Etc. Explicit smut. (Rafaello's extra sensitive) u kinda lick his ears lmao , Missionary

WARNING: EXPLICIT NSFW and cursing (reader has a pp 👍) raph has implied mysophobia but isnt disgusted when it comes to yew (ik ik cliche)

Setting: Raphaels office, midnight

MINORS 13 AND UNDER DNI IN GEN. MINORS UNDER 16 DO NOT REQUEST.

Hi hi back again~

nd, .emno! Lmfaoo my bad

I completley forgot about it anyways... im here to serve nonetheless. Plus muscular men in feminine clothing makes me go crazy...IM SERIOUSLY NOT JOKING i was js so busy and caught up with shs i forgot ever creating public fics of fucking these manhwa dudes (euntae hwang u r not safe even if ur webtoon alrdy ended)

I also made a broken ring reference~ lets see if u can find it yessir

"Come on raphael, dont be wary of me." You spoke, voice tinged with delight. Raphael coudnt help but shudder. He feels so... exposed. So vulnerable. He averts his gaze to avoid your prying eyes, taking up every inch of his figure. "You can take that robe off." You leaned in, whispering close to the ends of his ear.

"Yes.. y-yes i know.. just give me a second." He managed to mutter out. Trapped between the figure of your body and the ends of his oak wood desk. Raphael felt his breath hitch as he tried to compose himself, unsure of why he even dolled himself up in such shamefull clothes.

He scrunched his eyesbrows, his face hot from the heat. his fingers managed to get ahold of the robes tie. Untying it with need as you snuggled your face deep into the crook of his neck. Your hands firm on the desk hes sitting on.

As he managed to loosen the ties, your eyes immediately went to take a look on the brallete. Hugging his firm chest that looks so out-of-place. The straps of the bra digging onto his broad shoulders and cupping his tits awkwardly. Then... to his cock. Laying inside a thin piece of black fabric that he wanted to hide by squeezing his thighs. Also covered in a translucent piece of fabric, digging onto the flesh of his legs.

This is quite the dream, you snickered. Your hands aching with need to palm every inch of his body. What is there to hide? You hummed. His face clear of pure embarassment. Waiting for a response as he clenched his fist.

"Dont...dont just stare." He managed to speak. Barely above a whisper. And quite unlike of him. A sought out bachelor of the empire, and a Proud knight. Wearing such things, doing... such things. He felt himself burn with even more embarassment. Yet he feels a odd sense of comfort, it doesnt feel disgusting when you touch him. He presumes. It.. doesnt feel bad at all. And it made him ache, ache to finally Touch and love someone without feeling like you've got shit shoved down your throat.

You grinned a little, placing soft pecks on the corner of his neck. still not roaming your hands onto his tempting body.

He stiffled his breath a little, managing to keep his patience intact. Feeling so desperate and needy for the first time, that it made his skin burn. His lower abdomen fluttering, his eyes slightly widening as you kissed his earlobe. Putting soft pecks for him to remember and reminiscence for the rest of the week. Your hand snaking up gently and palming his thighs, the fabric soft under your touch.

"dont do that.. hah..." he breathed out, covering his mouth by his hand. "Why not?" You laughed. You breath hot against his ears.

"It.. it makes me feel strange." he muttered.

Yet you let out a soft giggle, tilting your head to lick and softly bite his ear under your teeth.

"But i havent done anything strange yet?"

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"Ah..." raphael softly grunted, shaky as he saw your Cock tap his lip. His face red and hands clenched to a fist between his thighs. Raphael looked up at You, Unsure of what to do. Yet you just chuckled, "you dont need to if you dont want to. Sweetheart." Yet the raven stood his ground, firmly. "No.. no i can.. i will take it." He muttered. His hand reaching up to position your cock on the front of his lips. His hot breath evident on your tip. "We...hah...already reached this far." He mumbled. His eyes half lidded as he opened his mouth, enveloping your tip.

As seconds passed, raphael looked more frustrated. More and more the way he coudnt take your dick down to the base and envelop it fully, Yet you were always there to whisper sweet praises, so much, too much that it made him shudder. Raphael pants out, taking his mouth off your cock to catch his breath. And his rough hand taking the place, picking up pace as he jacked you off with a mix of precum and salivia.

The way you called for his name, your hand softly touching his hair as a way to plead him to keep going, to keep being so good for you. It made him feel all warm inside that he has never felt for another person. And maybe because you were letting him do what he wants to do, and not forcing him to it. "Just like that, Ah.. fuck." Your voice hitched, his teary red eyes looking up at you with a pleading expression.

His robe draped onto his muscular figure, his hand stroking your cock in sync with his mouth, what kind of heaven is this? And fuck. His plump lips that stretched around your cock drove you insane. It turned you on even more at the fact your conserved lover is also.. well quite enjoying this. By the fact that raphaels cock strained under the lacy thong.

"Raphael." You breathed out his name. You cock pulsating needily inside his mouth.

Raphael looks up at you with curiosity, stopping at his tracks as your cock made a dent onto his cheek. "Ah... fuckk..." you cursed.

"Come on sweetheart." You grunted, pulling him up from the ground and gently pushing him on the desk you were sitting on. And not even a moment later, raphaels needy expression, was soon eliciting sounds you were dying to hear.

His voice was quite low, husky and deep. Breathless even, still trying to process the thought of sucking your cock about 5 minutes earlier. "Haah...hah.." he moaned. Shuddering under your touch. Groping his thighs gently, feeling the untouched parts of his body THAT if you were a random person, he'd probbably be killing.

Raphael bit his lip. Feeling you lick up a stripe on his neck as you let his leg rest onto your shoulder. His low voice quite muffled as he felt your slick cock thrust against his clothed one. Feeling more turned on than ever.

You panted, stroking your cock a little as you pushed your fingers deep into your mouth. Prepping your fingers at his tight entrance. And yet, raphael felt himself harden at the sight. He whimpered. Anticipating from whats about to come next.

"Thats it, good boy. Breathe, in and out.." you murmured. Kissing him on the lips as you let your fingers circle around his tight rear. He choked as his legs bended, his knees shoulder level as he held onto you for dear Heavens.

Raphael let out a a uncomfortable moan, your first finger sliding in. Slowly by slowly, till it reached to your knuckle. He shifted, his ass clenching and unclencing awkwardly. "Shh, Stay still sweetheart. You wont be able to take all of me at this rate." You whispered. Laughing softly as you Licked and rubbed his ear under your teeth. Making him shudder in pleasure.

As your second finger went in, raphael let out a hitched whine. Feeling your two digits slowly pump in and out of him. Scissoring his insides with almost electrifying like prescision. The thong he was wearing was soaked, soaked with his precum and your own dick juice from earlier.

"Y-Y/N. Do not tease me any further. I will.. i cant.. i-.. nngh." Raphaels words were cut, cut into desperate breathless sentences. And that spurred you on even more, you cant take it anymore either. With one sigh, you leaned back and kissed his fabric-clad calf. His thong underneath your fingers as you pulled your digits out, making him whine at the loss.

Yet he gasped, another much more larger intruision teasing him. Teasing him at his very rear end. Raphael averted your gaze and bit his lip, hiding his eyes with his forearm. Bucking his hip onto thin air. Waiting, waiting so patiently for you to take him and fuck him with pleasure.

And, ofcourse, you didnt even have to think twice as you entered his tight ass. Grunting as he clenched snd unclenched rapidly. You were quite amused, the esteemed knights cock was already gushing with precum. Twitching badly. He was so sensitive it hurt. It hurt that it was so embarassing.

With another sigh, you began picking pace and thrusting your cock in and out with a gentle demeanor. "Good boy." You muttered, leaning in as you grabbed his legs. "Taking me in.. so well. So good for me." Raphael groaned. Drool leaking from his pretty lips as he whined. Still covering his eyes, unable to look at you with a perverse shame.

"Mmh....f-Fuckk.." his voice cracked, your cock hitting a sensitive bundle of nerves. His regal facade already crumbling before your eyes. And only replaced by a obedient slutty cutie.

Raphael bucked his hips upwards as you began picking up a faster pace. Holding onto his ankles or thighs, or anything at this point. "Nngh...nghhh..." he moans, feeling your cock pound into his ass relentlessly. But yet... such in a gentle manner.

" wanna cum deep inside of you sweetheart. " you whispered. Your hand snaking up to fondle his firm chest. "You want me to fill you the brim darling?" You chuckled, sending shivers down his spine as he shuddered in pleasure.

"I.. i dont know a-anymore. I. A.ahh.." he whimpered. "Ah, ah ah!" Raphael moaned even louder. Feeling your cock pump into his ass even harder, he was close. So fucking close to this unknown feeling once more.

And with one slightly forcefull thrust, raphaels eyes shot wide open. and his pretty mouth half open as a lewd broken string of moans accompanied his body, convulsing as you felt him tighten around you. Tighten so hard feeling as if your cock will get chopped off. White long ropes splattered onto his muscled abdomen, and onto his firm chest, staining his brallete translucent strokes of Cum.

And with the sight alone, you felt your cock pulsate with need. You immediatley leaned in to occupy his lips, and which he leaned back to eagerly. Riding the remnants of his orgasam off as he felt your own seed fill him. "Mmh..mhghm...mg y/n..y/n." He muttered your name, almost like a mantra. his voice tainted with the lewd sounds of sloppily salivia mixing together.

And with one final thrust, you both collapse on the hard oak wood desk. Catching your breaths as raphael clinged onto you. Still twitching as he tried to compose himself. He closed his eyes tight as he wrapped his legs aroumd your torso.

"Good boy." You grinned. Panting.

"Such a good fucking boy."

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I got very determined to make this bc of this exact pic... (when i was looking for a fic banner lmao)

HIS TITS AND ABS AND WAIST UWAHHHH

IT LOOKS LIKE HES GETTING POUNDED FROM BEHIND I HATE MYSELF OH MY GOSHH such grabbable waist omg i wonder how no one ever thought of fucking this sweet thing 🙏🙏

ok good night hope u guys like that anyways 🙄

dime the takes. por favor.

*gets real close to the vending machine* quiero pepsi

okay all seriousness tho imma try to do this in a way thats like idk semi respectful towards janeway but i also need yall to know i do NOT reallyf fuck with her. idk if ive explained why before but i guess here we go

unlike most people that enjoy star trek i didnt really get into it till 2018 and then the demmy hit n i had nothing but time to consume every star trek imaginable and thats how i found voyager. yeah sure make fun of me for not knowing what star trek is but i need YALL to know that it is white and usamerican culture to be raised on trek and I DONT CARE. the only reason i got into star trek is bc a white friend introduced me. all this to say i was introduced to janeways actress through oitnb red ilu so much red best evil white lady <3

anyways i know janeway gets hate for having been the only lady captain and i always preface anything i say about her with this so yall understand that this is not the reason i dislike her but in reality it doesnt help either

also its tiring as fuck to include my opposing argument but it has to be done bc ppl are like “what about- pkay but you didnt consider how- yeah but- actually youre wrong bc-“ like fuck man im doing my damndest i literally hate voicing my opinions bc yall INSIST people of color dont actually get it n its tiring

if youve followed me since i started voyagerposting you may have noticed ive only actually drawn janeway twice and its cuz as a person she rubs me the wrong way for so many reasons

janeway gets put in this impossible position of being the top of the hierarchy pyramid to a crew that doesnt think theyll ever make it home again. shes deemed a mother figure by a LOT of characters but im gonna talk abt her dynamics with b’elanna, and seven because if i were to talk about the dynamics between janeway and harry thatd have to be its own post

when i get into a show, i loooveeee knowing what was happening behind the scenes because i love it!! i love set design i love character design i love costume design i love seeing what the actors are like outside of the show and how they feel about these characters bc these things ARE important. (writers too pero i have beef) behind the scenes is the biggest influence to the final product bc its the reason the final product exists in the first place and behind the scenes so many things went wrong. and when actors are mistreated or dont get along with eachother it becomes pretty apparent. well at least if you analyze things the way i do

so heres my issue with janeway seven and b’elanna. b’elanna is typecast to be the ugly character. klingons gave always gotten the short end of the stick and the case with her isnt as harsh bc her actress is a mixed puerto rican (information that has actually only recently been revealed bc when i tried to find out what roxan’s ethnicity was in 2019 i literally could not find anything definitive except for shes latina) but she STILL gets a lot of shit

one of my favorite things about voyager before the introduction of seven was how b’elanna and janeway actually got to bond a lot over science and when seven took on the roll of pretty girl on the ship, b’elanna and janeway suffered a LOT for it. we have an interesting dynamic between a maquis engineer and a federation captain genuinely not getting along bc b’elanna doesnt see janeways as an authority figure. not until chakotay has something to say about it and also until b’elanna and janeway actually talk about shit n get over their differences. the issue is when ppl purposely skip the earlier seasons to get to seven and then a lot of important interpersonal character building is missed I SAY THIS BC PEOPLE OFTEN FORGET THAT VOYAGER HAS BEEN ASSIMILATED BY THE BORG BEFORE AND EVEN THE WRITERS LET IT SLIP THEUR MIND N ITS LIKE BRO U HAVE GOLD TO WRITE WITH N U JUST LET IT COLLECT IN THE CORNER

seven is a unique and interesting character when she is first introduced. seven looks like any other borg and is so COOL. and then immediately all the cool interesting things about the way seven looks is basically negated to a few shiny parts. and yes janeway is partly to blame

BUT! what is the easiest way to gain the trust of people who already have bad history with who you once were? assimilation of course! seven goes from being one of many to the outcasts outcast

but punkbxt! what does any of this have to do with why you dislike janeway as a character? if anything it sounds more like you dislike seven. as long as the character is white ill always hold a lil disdain for them in my heart <3

janeway symbolizes the best of starfleet. she is an accredited officer and an extremely capable scientist. she is a beautiful white woman in THE position of power something that was revolutionary for her time. the issues with white women being put in positions of power is they they have NEVER had the interests of black and brown people to heart. “yes they-“ SHUT UP and let me speak before you decide to comment on this goddamn post

feminism throughout the centuries has focused on white women and while a show is merely a fraction of the lived reality of its time the effects are still extremely clear. white feminism JUMPED at the character of janeway and celebrated her and rightfully so! the issues came about when women like b’elanna got attacked and pushed to the side. this directly affected janeway within fandom and she got and still is recognized for accomplishments SHE DID NOT DO. she got put on a pedestal and once that happens to a character they suddenly can do no wrong. except she does because shes a human and shes white and shes a character with writers behind her

b’elanna has never actually been a super popular character and the wave of love for her is actually pretty fucking recent and not to toot my own horn but i definitely was a big part of the b’elanna love resurgence. when i got into voyager and these dates ARE important, i used to scroll through her entire tag easily a couple times through a DAY. fans occasionally created art for her and yeah! she got fics but nowhere in comparison to her other peers. surrounding yourself with people who also love her and want to create for her does help with recognition of b’elanna but its super recent stuff. and to add onto that any white fan that has an opinion about her will always be biased because they just do not understand what it is like to exist as a latina woman of color

this is where me myself and i come into the story because wowowowowow star trek is so cool! star trek preaches on and on and on about diversity love acceptance hate oppression and all that good stuff so who wouldnt love it??? and then??? OMG THERES A LATINA CHARACTER IN ONE SERIES OMG OMG OMG. imagine my disappointment when i found out that she a main character barely was getting any love. it hurt. because even within a narrative of inclusion somehow characters of color just seem to always be pushed to the side. especially when a fandom has such a majority percentage of white people

watching her story was SO personal to me. i could see myself in her struggling with living in america. i lived my childhoods in puerto rico and in many different parts of usamerica, surrounded by family and people like me until that wasnt the case anymore. i spent my life living as a nomad with no place to call home for on average no less than a year and no more than three. i could understand b’elanna with her struggles of living in a klingon monastery and then being thrust into an unforgiving and unaccepting world where humans/white people are the most important. the internalized racism that i grew up with was horrendous and to this DAY i am still trying to learn and better myself and connect with my culture in any way i can. because in a black ans white world, where is the space for those of us that dont fall under either? we are ignored and erased and with b’elanna is has been the same

the rejection b’elanna had to her klingon side was something i could relate to incredibly. but it still isnt enough. because even though i could connect with her through her klingon-ness, her latinidad is simply a label. throughout the show you see her change and grow and assimilate to the federation standard and it HURT. the narrative that i was directly picking up from her story was yeah you can be a part of the club but only if you do it how we want you to do it. and dont you EVER even talk about being latino unless its to shit on your deadbeat of a father. and i did. i learned how to adapt at an extremely young age. ive been told its one of the things i do best (sad isnt it?)

and okay how do seven and janeway have anything to do with this? well they are the white women who we literally have to conform to and for. thats it period

seven as a character had an amazing opportunity to challenge gender and sexuality because of her story (one that would have been better suited had she been an indigenous woman which ive spoken on before but thats for another post too) and then the people in charge decided that she just HAD to be the sexywoman instead of leaning into just how much she was no longer human and how humanity itself doesnt actually have one right way to be

this narrative is given to us by janeway time and time and time again correcting seven and telling her that seven simply is not himan enough and still has to learn. (things autistic ppl can suuuuuper relate to which is a reason i could connect with seven at all). no matter how you want to look at it (whatever canon you want to decide isnt canon anymore for the sake of a fucking ship) janeway was directly written to be a mentor and mother figure to seven. janeway is there to help her learn when in reality she can never understand what its like to be an outcast within the federation and to take it a step further be part of a eace which is treated with hostility by humans. something b’elanna CAN understand and relate to because at the time of voyager shits still om the rocks between klingons and humans. janeway pushes seven to accept and embrace humanity as if thats the only option seven has to become a better character but its just not true. the story woven between janeway and seven is one of white women and femininity and how to be the perfect white woman and how to be a good lover. by actively ignoring the help and influence b’elanna could have provided for seven to learn and adapt to a majority human world they put all that weight on janeway. something that affects ALL three of them negatively and results in a narrative of “well b’elanna could never understand and relate to seven in a way that matters” which is beyond true because they are so interwoven even unintentionally so. it simply just wasnt taken further and its a true shame

and this isnt even touching on how badly seven’s actress was treated by janeways actress for being the pretty new doll at the time of filming and how that affected how i felt about janeway/seven as a ship (similarly how castle and beckett did not get along behind scenes i could no longer enjoy that show anymore)

i simplified this IMMENSELY and this shit is already long enough as it is so im sorry about that but yeah thats it. also sorry if things got repetitive ive been told i tend to do that when i write. these are my feelings and i am a real human behind this account so keep in mind how you react to this post. i have recieved countless hate anons most of which ive deleted throughout my short lived time as a fan of this franchise. i used to be MUCH more vocal about representation within star trek and people got mad so i left. but im back because the people that love b’elanna and that love that i have things to say about her matter so much fucking more than any angry person ever will

What's it like to be a radfem? I'm a transwomen/ TiM and I want to understand radfems better

Hello!! 🤗👋👋 It's nice to hear from people on the other side lol!

Being a radfem for me just means learning that there's a whole dimension away from the one we've been taught growing up (and are still constantly battling) in that it's possible to live without seeing men, feeling men, empathising with men, fearing men every waking moment. I did feel a shift when I first came across the idea that there were places where there were no men. I'd never conceived of the idea. The Core Tenant of radical feminism is to be free of all that. Along with other things of course, but that's the main one for me.

What you've probably heard of online is a lot of 'terfs' and gender critical people. They are not the same. You can be anti-trans and conservative; they often call themselves 'gender critical' but aren't critical of the systems of oppression that gender was constructed to uphold. Similarly, you can be a 'tirf'; radfem and not trans exclusive.

And 'terfs' are very, very often not trans exclusive. We're male exclusive. We support and fight for the rights of all females, no matter what they identify as or whatever other identity intersects with that. Fighting for all females. Not males.

However, you'll find many radfems that are sympathetic to straight trans women, as we understand that homophobia and dysphoria interact in a specific way. Similarly to trans men; many of us are dysphoric/detrans and lgb. I'd say roughly ~70% were entirely on board with trans rights until it began to negatively impact females and became more and more radical, and stretched itself so far that the holes were big enough to fit through.

I'm emphasising the gender critical part of radical feminism because it relates to you, however it focuses overwhelmingly on female subjugation and oppression, and the patriarchy as sociologists define it.

I would love to hear from you as a trans woman as to what led to your identifying as a woman! Unlike trans spaces, I'm totally happy to hear your point of view and maybe adjust my views a bit!

Metal Family Review

In recent years, there has been an increase in indie animations, including on platforms such as YouTube. One of those series is the musical-themed Russian mature animation series, Metal Family.

Reprinted from Pop Culture Maniacs, my History Hermann WordPress blog on Jan. 19, 2023, and Wayback Machine. This was the eighth article I wrote for Pop Culture Maniacs. This post was originally published on January 8, 2022.

The action-adventure and drama series focuses on a Russian family of metal fans, each with their own personalities: there are Victoria and Glam, two metalheads in love with one another, and they have two children, Heavy and Dee. It follows the creative ways that the family deals with problems every day and manifests various tropes. Dee is 15 years old and Heavy is 13. Victoria is 37 and Glam is 39-40.

The series has a number of interesting small details that sets it apart from other animation series. For example, the opening of each episode begins with the character, or characters, hanging up their key, with the way each character hangs up their key a specific reflection of their personalities. There are also various pop culture references throughout the series to bands such as Metallica, System of a Down, Black Sabbath, Bon Jovi, and Led Zeppelin. Unlike some other series, this show takes place in a blurred world, without any specific location.

Metal Family does not shy away from mature topics. Victoria often drinks and smokes, while her husband, Glam, does not. She even gambles. The last part of the first season focuses on Glam Shvagenbagen’s troubled childhood going to a music conservatory. He meets a friend named Ches/ Chive who introduced him to Twisted Sister, heavy metal music, and gives him his current nickname. He leaves home for good after living with his abusive father, Gustav. Leaving his past behind, he chooses to be part of the “rabble” as his father puts it. He finds a family for himself in music and in the companionship of Victoria.

The show plays with the idea of a “strong man” defending a “weak” woman. In this series, Glam is diminutive but nasty in a polite way while Victoria is buff and brash. She is not afraid to throw a person out of a window or punch a hole through a wall, if warranted. Glam is more calculating and can solve problems by using his mind. Victoria likes to smash things apart – as she does in an escape room in an episode. She is a little like Princess Bean in Disenchantment, an alcoholic, and Harley Quinn in the series of the same name, who carries around a baseball bat which she uses to protect herself, those she cares about, and fight for what she believes is right.

The series is produced by a small team and is created by Alina Kovaleva. Xydownik co-directed the series with Kovaleva. Both work as series animators. According to the fandom site for the series, Koveleva works on the series full-time, using Adobe Animate CC. It took over two years to create the show’s first season. Alexey Khrapov worked in the show’s sound department. Alexey Vasilevsky composed original music, apart from the show’s other music. Karin Karimova worked as a violinist, Daniyl Yakovenko as a music consultant, and Luis Rojas as a guitar soloist.

The Russian voice actors have been consistent. Blin voices Glam and Dee. Roman Volkov voices Gustav and Xydownik voices Heavy. Kovaleva voiced a Youtube Instructor in a 2021 episode as well as Victoria. Xydownik also voices Ches in two episodes, along with characters like Rowd and the Conservatory Dean. Flynn The VA voices Drusilla. There’s also a background character named Celestie, and therapist Dr. Hans.

The English dub introduced new voice actors, including Elliot Cancel as Chive / Ches, Randolph Castellanos as Dee, Lydia Shvagenbagen, and Richard Armstrong, Hoctor as Gustav, London Hartman as Heavy, Kylie Ann as Mary Shvagenbagen, Ry Harte as Glam, and Chiari Queen as Victoria. Hoctor also voices biker gang member Bug, Ann voices Anna, a cynical radical feminist.

The series first aired on September 13, 2018, released in Russian, with English subtitles added after its release, ending its run in 2020. The pilot episode was also a music video sung by Avantasia, is entitled “The Story ain’t Over.” Since February 2021, an English dub of the episodes has been released on a separate YouTube channel, with a hilarious 3-minute trailer for the release of the English dub. Through 2021, the 10-episode first season aired on YouTube and the second season began in late December 2021. Oksana Gunchenko helped translate and adapt the episodes of the series.

The series has been positively received by fans, with over 140 fan fics on Archive of Our Own, garnering hundreds of thousands of views on YouTube, and has high rankings on IMDB. Hundreds of thousands more follow a fan site for the show on the Russian language social media platform, VK. This is impressive for a series with relatively new voice actors, with this series as their first big roles, and even for animators. A few are involved in other indie animated projects, like Kylie Ann as an animator on Legends of Myiorda, an anime/cartoon series. Some previously worked on Russian language productions.

Updates about the series are shared on Xydownik’s Russian-language YouTube channel, the Instagram account of Kovaleva, a channel on Telegram, and Kovaleva’s VK account. Like Helluva Boss, Heavy, one of the show’s characters, has an official Instagram account, posting candid photos from his life. This encourages people to be more deeply invested in the show. There’s even an official store to buy merchandise and items related to the show.

The voice acting and animation of Metal Family were intriguing. The story kept me watching the episodes and I say this as as a person who likes listening to metalheads like Caleb Hyles and the band Twisted Sister. The characters were complex enough and were not stereotypes which made me excited about what is going to come next. In the end, I’d highly recommend this series, especially for those who like badass characters, music, and compelling stories.

Metal Family is available on YouTube.

© 2022-2023 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

★☆☆☆☆

I wish I never listened to the medical and psychiatric community when they told me it was possible to change my sex. What a lie. Very dangerous and unethical. Sex reassignment surgery is a hit and miss type of surgery, but they don't tell you that. They never do. And maybe if I didn't have autism, maybe if my brain wasn't so defective, I would have caught on before it was too late. I wish there was a cure for autism, but that's unlikely. It's endless suffering on top of even more suffering. I also wish voluntary euthanasia was legal. My death, likely painful, has proven that ethics are not universal and are otherwise non-existent.

No one is truly there for me. There's no need to pretend. I have a gaping hole in my genital area with my colon spilling out (disgusting) and a ring of scar tissue blocking most of the entrance. If the colon can't discharge, that leaves it with severe blockage, which then could turn (and likely expected) into blood clots, followed by death. I've already reached the stage of blockage.

What hurts me the most is the loneliness and the inability to find a partner. I can't have a normal sex life. I'm a loser and I probably deserve this deception. This is what I get for messing with nature. Mankind is destructive and I self-destructed. I just wanted friendship and love. I wanted life to be easier. I wanted to be a woman since I was 15. I wish I had the knowledge that I have today. I was a confused kid with no identity. I wish I could have done everything different, but it's too late now. I'm royally screwed.

Dr. Thomas Satterwhite and Dr. Maurice Garcia, both in California and who are my original surgeons, have basically killed me. With accessory to my death is Dr. Miroslav Djordjevic, Dr. Rajveer Purohit, Dr. Rachel Bluebond-Langner, and Dr. Jess Ting, who all refused to help me despite having letters by 1 psychiatrist and 2 Clinical Social Workers recommending reversal surgery and my detransitioning. My last wish is for the State of California and State of New York to press mutilation and criminal charges against these monsters, but they won't because people like me don't matter. There will be no accountability since malpractice is impossible to prove, especially with no lawyers willing to help me. There will be more victims of the false promises of changing your body into someone you can never be.

The Transgender Ideology and its lies, along with the pro-gay media, medical and psychiatric community, have killed me. The feminization of America will continue to produce outcomes like mine. It wasn't my fault for failing. Everyone failed me, my death shouldn't surprise anyone.

I hope they're all happy now. They've doomed me to choose between a life of suffering and death. No one cares enough to help me, they want me to wake up in pain everyday and suffer. No pain medication, no surgery, no empathy, and no pleasure.

I hope to be remembered in positive light, but no doubt I'll be labeled mentally ill and a fool. I've always meant well. It was my kindness and trusting at face value that screwed me (like always).

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Yarden's pleas for help, ignored by the medical institutions that did this to him in the first place, can still be found on his Yelp profile [archive].

The Wolf Den By Eloide Harper

Book Stats:

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️(3.5/5)

Spice Rating:🌶️🌶️(2/5)

Trigger Warning: Rape, Crude Language

Tropes: Myth/Ancient Retelling

Publisher: Union Square and Co.

Review:

Set in the ancient city of Pompeii, Amara is part of the “wolf den” or the town brothel. She was sold into slavery by her mother that desperately needed money after her father dies. Unlike her other friends in the brothel, her spirit is not broken. Amara is determined to find her own freedom again, but at what cost?

So, I think the major thing I enjoyed was the balance between feminism and traditional society standards. Amara understands her place in the world and wants to fight it but she also understands that she needs to use what she has-Men.

I enjoyed the characters a lot- I feel like the women especially had a lot of depth to them that you don’t normally find. Amara specifically felt as though she had more depth than normal main characters we see. In my opinion, I think the trauma of the brothel women is also written very very well.

I absolutely loved the world building/setting. The author paints a beautiful picture of ancient Pompeii. Especially the festival scenes.

Now on to the negatives. This book was HARD for me to read. It couldn’t keep me engaged and I had to read paragraphs a couple of times over before I understood what was going on. I understand this is a ancient retelling but I didn’t enjoy the writing style at all. I can usually finish a book like this in a day or two, but because of how hard my brain was trying to comprehend the writing style-it took me 5……

The plot I felt needed alittle more flushing out. The climax felt like it was in a werid place(instead of at 75%- it was at 85%- which I know isn’t a big deal but it felt like some of the smaller details could have been overlooked in favor of the plot in general) and the book felt unfinished-I know it a series, but go me it felt like the climax of the plot happened and then BAMM book over!

I think you will enjoy this book if your interested in ancient mythology and feminism. It is definitely a different take on the matter, one that I quite enjoyed!

I genuinely do not know how to summarise my mixed feelings of elated love and growing disenchantment with the Barbie movie. I think maybe it’s the contrast between the film’s politics, which are shallow, and it’s kind of cultural implications, which make me want to weep. I love the thought and care that’s gone into the visuals and concept behind the Barbie movie, I love it as art(?). But a lot of the art hinges on it portraying a very limited view of feminism which focuses on the consumers of Barbie dolls and presenting an incompetent Mattel, while avoiding really critiquing any of the actual issues with Mattel or the Barbie brand.

I love this video by Verity Richie: https://youtu.be/RToUZJ0l7Pk?si=Y7XULTbISKaiykAB and highly recommend ppl watch it. One thing Richie mentions is how by anthropomorphising Barbie, the film essentially condemns critiques of Barbie, by making critiques of Barbie’s thinness and unrealistic beauty standards about the doll, not about the brand/corporation behind it, and redirects our attention from issues in Barbie’s production line.

And I agree! AND I also think filmically that it’s such a fun and interesting concept to think about what an anthropomorphised Barbie would think of her standing in the world, I personally find it fantastic. But it also seems like a deliberate choice which protects Mattel from criticism.

And I’m obsessed with the way the movie uses the IP in how it imagines Barbie Land – Barbie’s pointed feet, how Barbies move as if they’ve been placed by a human hand, how the outcast Barbies (Weird Barbie, Allan, Midge, Sugar’s Daddy) exist to throw a spanner in the works of the perfectly demarcated Barbie/Ken binary. I think it plays with the IP really well, and I think the film does have something interesting to say about gender performance.

But the problem is the IP isn’t just a neutral thing, and that the creator’s of the IP are involved in movie’s creation and distribution.

I love the Barbie movie, and unlike Richie I found the film’s script really fun and smart (although on rewatch I might find otherwise). I guess what it comes down to is that it’s not surprising that the film is good and well made, because the film had so much money and talent going into it. It’s fun, it’s a blockbuster. But the problem is when people start calling it a feminist masterpiece, ignoring the material conditions behind the brand and that went into making the film itself. 

Like Richie suggests, it’s aesthetics over politics. Which doesn’t necessarily make it a bad film, or that nothing good can come out of it, but it’s a problem when it’s praised as a final product, without looking into any of the context that it exists within.

Anyway those are my Barbie thoughts for now  ¯\_(ツ)_/��

25+, EST, looking for someone to write ellie williams from the last of us part ii against my original male character (sorry, this is a repost bc my wording was not correct when i originally sent this in!) this would include a feminization arc for ellie, some BDSM with ellie as a sub, the whole nine. the gist is that this takes place after santa barbara, in which ellie is trying to find herself after the trauma of losing basically everything and winds up in a new community that is not unlike jackson. it's there that she finds peace in submission to the community's leader, and becomes slowly but surely more feminine--wearing makeup, growing out her hair, lingerie, etc, all as part of this new way of life. so it is very much going to eventually turn into some dead dove content.

ideally, i'd love to eventually incorporate breeding, with ellie becoming pregnant and eventually a mom! bonus points if she'll eventually be passed around the outpost for free use.

looking for someone preferably 21+, multi-para to novella (or moderate to advanced literate depending on how you'd describe it), who is comfortable writing a mix of nsfw and sfw, on discord specifically. 🦋 if you're interested, give this a like or dm me!

Leave a like, and asker will get back to you!

And/Or

DM @sirlointip if interested!

i just came by to say that i absolutely love love love charlotte! i went scrolling thru ur tumblr for crumbs of anything she says and i realised the reason why i love her so much is because she's me if i was 10x better lol. the quote where she says "i simply learned to think faster'' is extraordinary—i was also a quiet kid when i was younger, not because i was shy, but because i was cautious. however, unlike charlotte, nowadays, my tongue is more thorny than silver (in the wise words of taylor swift, "my words shoot to kill when i'm mad").

i also really love charlotte's pragmatism (i am nothing in my soul, if not a realist) which is balanced by her determination. she knows what she wants (literally cannot wait to see charlotte x clairmont again) and i've always regarded ambition quite highly. i like that she is almost a medium between the two groups that women invariably seemed to be placed in. she is not a "menace" to the ton because she understands, quite frankly, the uselessness of being one. nevertheless, she is not a "simpering debutante" either but nor does she discredit them (there's a lovely quote by the actress who plays mrs bennet in the 2005 pride and prejudice where she acknowledges the general dislike for her character in contrast to the love for mr bennet but she reminds the audience that he will never understand the issue with his daughters being unmarried because the issue only arises after his death (also what are your thoughts on romances written during that era? i.e. jane austen, charlotte bronte etc)).

bridgerton tends to lean into the very optimistic idea that marriages are only made on the basis of love (or in many cases, lust) and all loose ends tie themselves up - while i do love that idea (however unrealistic), it is so refreshing to see someone talk about the more realistic aspects of why marriages transpired in that era. honestly, even if i was as highly ranked as charlotte, i'd still be looking to marry a duke (or even, a prince lol). (i also find it quite interesting that you mention that amelia has a "rake" for a husband because it never even crossed my mind that some "rakes" may never "reform" - look at the delusions hr novels have me believing lmaoo).

i am very intrigued by politics, especially the intricate machinations of royal courts (if you've got any ya fantasy court/political intrigue recs, send them my way!), so i love the idea that a historical romance mc (she's not very HR, i must admit, but still) dabbles in politics. we do, of course, see a lot of suffragette-y feminism in novels but i echo your sentiment that systemic, stable change can be wrought in different ways. i also really enjoy your interweaving of historical facts and events - i feel like i learn a lot when authors do that, simply because my curiosity must be satiated and i end up spending a lot more time in wikipedia than the actual book lol.

sorry this was so long, i ended up ranting jksfghk but in conclusion, i love your characterisation of charlotte a lot.

(if you have any next gen bridgerton fics recs or know of any characters like charlotte (dont mind genre), tell me - i have a chasm in my soul to fill!!) OH AND if you have a charlotte snippet, i am ready to eat it up

Wow, first off, thank you. And bear with me, I'm about to give a rant in return 😂

So the backstory on Charlotte is that my first iteration of her was written in the summer of 2021. I was in a period of being annoyed by "relatable" heroines and just how unremarkable they came off as. Obviously I'm not pro-#girlboss but I wanted more... knowing heroines? Or a heroine who recognized that the full extent of her capabilities would never be appreciated in this era (in this case because she wants to be a politician) so she finds workarounds to exert her power and influence. So I wrote Charlotte due to a combination of spite for existing headcanons about her, as well as some influence from Gore Vidal's character, Caroline Sanford. Since then, I've read a lot more historical romances beyond Julia Quinn, and it's really opened me up to all kinds of HR heroines, ones who neither fall into the "menace" bucket nor the "simpering debutante" bucket.

Regarding Bridgerton's optimistic viewpoint on love and marriages, I mean, that's generally the hallmark of the HR genre. It's just, the Bridgertons come off as particularly sanctimonious about it, like making only love marriages makes them morally superior to the rest of the ton. That being said, Charlotte is not... really the exception to the rule. By the last chapter of The Courtship of Charlotte Bridgerton, you'll basically read them admitting that it was something like love at first sight. The difference is, Charlotte doesn't go into her marriage blind about her husband's sexuality, and nor is she entirely unaware of her own, and by virtue of the agreement she and Clairmont come to before they marry, she is able to explore her sexuality after marriage as well.

I actually think a character like Charlotte could be very HR, except I personally haven't read books with heroines quite like this, particularly in the sexual sense. I've read a couple politically aware heroines (most recently in Ana María and The Fox, and before that in The Duke Gets Even), as well as a few who had never married but not virgins (see: Sarah MacLean's Hell's Belles series, in which Sesily and Adelaide both had prior sexual experience before meeting the heroes, as well as Nellie from Joanna Shupe's Fifth Avenue Rebels series and Sera from The Rakess by Scarlett Peckham). What I think we could stand to see more of are unapologetically scheme-y heroines (the heroine in Sherry Thomas's The Luckiest Lady in London came the closest), and also heroines that are generally less apologetic about their sexuality and expressing themselves sexually. Possibly not just with their hero either.

Regarding the whole reformed rake thing, I mean, some authors do it better than others. Lisa Kleypas's St. Vincent is, to me, a masterclass on how a rake is "reformed" without Evie basically having to beg him to or chase him down. Grace Callaway does a few of them well, although I wonder if they'd even qualify as rakes, or just men with strong sexual appetites. When I wrote Amelia's depressing backstory, I was very much in my "the reformed rakes make the best husbands thing is bullshit" era. I'm a little more ambivalent now since I've read better HR.

As for my thoughts on Austen and the Bronte sisters and whatnot, I mean, I've read a handful of Austen books, which I enjoyed (honestly, Northanger Abbey was the most fun to read, Persuasion made me cry in a good way, and Pride and Prejudice had its moments but I think I like the movie more lol). I've read Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights for class, and didn't particularly enjoy them. Like I'm not going to moralize on the *dastardliness* of Rochester or Heathcliff, but they didn't super do it for me either. I'm more of a North and South girlie because I liked it was a little more explicit about the romance of it all compared to, say, P&P. And genre-wise, this makes sense. Austen wrote very genteel novels of manners, and N&S was an update in some senses, and I liked exploring this new setting of an industrializing England. Which echoes my feelings on historical romances in many ways, namely, I feel like setting historical romances in the Victorian era during this period of industrialization really allows authors to branch out of ballroom stories. They can also interact with a wider world (thanks modernized modes of travel and also, imperialism), and the potential for exploring feminist and multi-racial/cultural themes is greater.

Regarding the politics and feminism of it all, another part of what drove me to write Charlotte was just me being irritated by the faux-feminism characters like Eloise Bridgerton, and to a lesser extent Evie Dunmore heroines espoused. For Eloise especially, her ambitions to attend university will never be realized and quite frankly it's anachronistic, and as for Evie's heroines, it feels like their "feminism" only goes so far before the romance supersedes it. Charlotte is aware of her limitations, but the problem is, even the time period I'm writing her in doesn't allow for her to do a lot of work, but a generation later, I imagine she would be a bit more outspoken about women's property rights and divorce and custody rights and whatnot. Suffrage would basically be seen as a goal to slowly work towards because compared to the other things, I doubt many women would see it as an *immediate* right.

Anyway so, recs. None of these books really have heroines who want to be politicians or political hostesses, but they all have political causes they care about. Also, note how all of these are set in different periods of the Victorian era rather than the Regency:

Ana María and The Fox by Liana De la Rosa: Ana María's father is a part of the Juarez government-in-exile during the French invasion of Spain, which is why she's sent to England with her sisters in part to act as goodwill ambassadors. The hero in this book wants to expand the Seward-Lyons Treaty in order for Britain to more forcefully disavow slavery, something Ana believes in strongly as well.

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe: Nellie actively distributes contraception to lower-class women who can't afford it in direct defiance of the Comstock Laws. She (somewhat unwittingly) becomes a poster child for pro-contraception advocacy by the end.

Glory and the Master of Shadows by Grace Callaway: Glory's father trying to pass anti-opium legislation, or legislation that would make trading for opium illegal. This is during the period in between the Opium Wars in China, I believe. Glory also believes strongly in this, and the hero Wei's work is largely centered around helping those with opium addictions.

As for unapologetically scheme-y heroines, I don't think you can do better than The Luckiest Lady in London by Sherry Thomas. Louisa's scheming thought process to get the richest husband possible is refreshing to read, and the chemistry with the hero Felix is pretty damn great in part because they both recognize similar qualities in one another right off the bat (in that, they are the schemers, and kind of the worst. A little).

Also, if you want a political romance (based on Lady Cowper/Lord Palmerston), I recently wrote an original short story called Interregnum.

I... honestly don't have any Bridgerton next-gen fic recs only because I have very set ideas on what I want to see in them so I don't really venture outside this particular bubble. That being said, if you want to read a short fic from Clairmont's point of view the night he meets Charlotte, I wrote Where I may feel the throbs of your heart or rest upon your hip a couple months ago.

inside (2021)

some random quote from lord of the rings incorrectly attributed to martin luther king.

first of all, i hope what that post won’t be all about depression, but who knows.

bo burnham is a comedian. like many comedians, he jokes about feminism («everyone's a feminist until there is a spider aroundt»), about the phrase «white man» and that the cursed capitalists have again destroyed the world. and he didn’t joke five years before that stand-up. in the summer of 2016, the last special “make happy” came out, which ended with the song «can’t handle this», which described the difficulties of being a comedian. before this bo had serious problems with feeling himself on stage (regular panic attacks during the performance), which led him to a certain situation from which he fight for five years.

and so, as he was finishing his therapy by the beginning of 2020, the idea matured. he can go on stage again, make jokes, tell people about his life, and work again. again these «night shifts» with the desire to make people happy, repeating the same jokes to get out of his dead-end work on a new round and the next year repeat all the same. and then, the funniest thing happened.

this is another film about pandemic reality. unlike «knives out: glass onion» all happens in one place. unlike «staged» only one person works on this. no job share or «zoom comedy». we see what is locked in a small house, creating reality around us and trying to find a common idea that will cheer the viewer. and that’s the hardest thing for a live comedian to do: to hear laughter and applause where they didn’t exist.

i think we all heard «welcome to the internet» and maybe «1985» that make fun of some reality around us.  and while the second song is outtakes, the first one is almost at the end of the whole stand-up. and even from there, we meet this contrast of comedy that exists for bo and comedian. we see a contrast between «joker» and «depression», but they are connected in one - in one person.

the theme of comedy in depression is now common. satire on society is mixed with outright frustration and fear. with what requires the help of a specialist. bo in depression. and on this topic even there is a scientific work - about how separate personalities in this stand-up. you didn’t think i’d just write about a bunch of music jokes, did you?

anyway, in order to see the structure of the show for netflix, we need to break it down into episodes. yes, between each song there are certain phrases, stories, moment and even work with frame (oh, my favorite theme), but this i will touch at the end, and in the meantime small structural points that i take from the «top of the iceberg».

(yes i love read a lot of paper work about things i passionate about. as always.)

song 1. / content.

the first song is the most important song. we open the stand-up for an hour and a half from a comedian who always played the piano as part of the performance (let’s call it a concert), and the first song is what gives us context. background? maybe even exposure.

this is the beginning. at the end of «make happy» we see a high level of stress. here, if it does appear, it does not grow.

and in the 7th line of the whole stand we see «robert’s been a little depressed, no» and attempts to «get out» of this state - to get up, sit down, write jokes and sing silly songs. he made «content», which he hopes the public will like - and himself. so we see both apology, invitation, and justification. the first song. what’s next? who knows.

song 2. / comedy.

one of my favorite songs is for obvious reasons. beginning - questions, questions, questions, - literally all doubts about the work. flexi-time and light workload are cool, but not when you are working alone and in bad relationships with your workmate. can the work be done? maybe comedy isn’t as glamorous as work? maybe, maybe, maybe?

and all these doubts that are based on the desire to make the world a better place, to keep it better than it was before. and all of them cut off on money, which is a certain technique that creates a comedy out of horror.

making it absurd. the technique is simple and old, but it does not get worse.

this is all - a big oxymoron. «healing the world with comedy» - «not for free». «to give your money to change the world? no, i’m better will take money to change the world.» and so on. a bright image is a comedy world in practice is harder to change than money. «if you wake up in a house that’s full of smoke don’t panic-call me and i’ll tell you a joke». will a joke save you? i don’t know, but i don’t think so.

it then cuts to a scene of robert, the actual person sitting in front of the mirror with a microphone in hand and talking. it creates a sharp contrast between the performance of “comedy” and this following scene as from the overwhelming experience of many cuts and sounds, he is suddenly sitting in daylight in silence. this scene is also important because it is one of the first ones that create this sense. he even says that: “it will be only me and my camera and, of course, you and your screen” which ultimately connects robert and the viewer as it feels almost like an intimate relationship because no one else is present.

song 9. / look who’s inside again.

the whole stand-up, if we divide it into «robert» and «bo», shows us this «prison cell» in which they find themselves. one location. wires on the floor that are tangled. pandemic. own fears. this is a conflict of «fight club», but in miniature, in the aquarium. and the visual appearance of the scene with this song - the camera on the floor, the wire around, the lack of bright color lighting and the element «show» - is more a personal conversation about whether you can do your job if you are alone in the room and you are not a freelancer. can you do your job if you don’t have a deadline, if you’re depressed and «surrounded»? try.

but cool thing about this: it cuts to another behind the scenes sequence where robert is testing the mist machine and is moving the cameras. this specific scene is interesting because it is ended with the camera falling where robert is trying to catch it but failing his attempt. that again creates the illusion of an “accident” which brings the question of whether it was all planned or truly an accident. this scene might only create the illusion of authenticity and relatability which then helps burnham to create a deeper relationship with the viewer.

song 11. / 30.

robert (not bo, again) is sitting in the middle of the room next to a digital clock that shows that it is two minutes before midnight. it had been six months since starting to work on this special and that he thought that he would have been finished by his birthday, but didn’t manage to achieve that and sits for the remaining minute of his twenties in silence.

and “clap”. 12:00 on the clock, so he didn’t achieve his idea.

yes, this is another post about the crisis of growing up. yes, i know that everyone is tired of it, but apparently, people are really afraid of getting old. overcome 18 years, 21 years, 30 years, 40 years and beyond. nobody wants to become old. especially those who make money with their humor. «humor and old age are not compatible», yes?

but this part of the scene is bo. it’s a show. it’s a show out of the idea of aging. the show out of awareness is old. the show from the realization of «i am thirty, i no longer fit the definition of «young», yes?». i feel sorry for everyone who goes through this.

song 14. / all time low.

i was talking about a «contrast». about the separation of bo and robert. so this song shows all of this robert’s depression and bo’s depression. the first one sinks. the second makes of this show. the first jokes through force. the second presents his horror picture, like a skittles or something - bright, sweet, but still it turns out that something is wrong. and that’s one person. still.

song 19. / goodbye.

i realize we’ve been gone a long time for a thousand words, so i’m really trying to cut down on what i think, write and say here.

this song is important for the visual element (like the whole stand-up, let’s be honest). we see robert - short hair, short beard. he’s at the beginning. he just comes up with an idea. «the concept of the last song». he comes up with a way to start over after five years of missing.

he enters the cage. promises to become a prisoner. he asks if he has returned many years ago when he first started. he’s trying to figure out what to do when the format changes, the salary is the same, and the work is out of touch.

the song mixes everything before. and it’s an important element.

the promise to get into the cage. thoughts that mix and should be structured. questions about finding a beginning. first attempts after a break. do you get the point?

after songs. / truman show.

we watched an hour and a half of how one person locked in a cage struggles with himself. things from "can’t handle this" remain relevant.

and it’s time to get out of the cage. find the wall, climb the stairs and realize that you’ve been surrounded all this time. and robert’s doing it. gets out of his «dragon lair». if the hero’s journey is through the dragon fight, then for robert the dragon is himself.

we see visual elements - tangled wires, light, pictures on the wall, a ray that falls on the clock (two minutes left... one minute left...). we see all this and in this one of the nicest things about this work is that it was done by one person, makes it original. completely. solutions with light. decisions with composition. decisions with music. all this is one robert burnham. a depressed guy who plays silly songs, jokes, tries to come up with something new and creates. it is robert burnham who is the writer, director, principal actor, musician, makeup artist, creative director and performer. he is all of this. he creates his reality in a little house-cage, and we get to look at it. discuss. and that’s the beauty of this work – persona.

In one of your tags so you said you went to a women's college. May I ask what it's like? 👉👈

of course! So i'm not gonna specify which school I go to but it's one of the Seven Sister Schools. I really enjoy being a part of that legacy of education and feminism, I love the alumnae network of successful women that is available to students during school and post graduation, (they are eager to help you), I love that all resources are allocated to women, therefore setting them up to succeed in fields that are dominated by men. We don't have to worry about competing with men for resources or facing sexism in the gym, sports teams, classroom, etc. The point of these schools is to empower women. I do have some men in my classes and i see them on campus because we partner with neighboring co-ed colleges, but mostly its other female students in my classes. I never feel like I'm being talked down to, or that my intelligence is being dismissed. I feel listened to, I feel supported, and I feel really safe on campus, even at night. It's a really great learning environment. I feel like I can really focus on my studies, i feel like I belong. Its also really nice to live outside of the male gaze. Because I know that there aren't many men on campus I feel way less pressure to wear makeup. I think about my appearance less, I think about how I look to men way less, because they're simply not there. Unlike most other places in society, I don't have to consider men. Its great to be in community with women where we can bond over our shared experiences, and make connections so we can do well later in life. There is also a really big gay community at my school (and at a lot of women's colleges), which is so awesome, being in a space where gayness is normalized and we don't have to worry about homophobia from our peers (usually). To talk a little more abt the culture, if you want to go to events/parties/classes with men that is usually an option bc of partnerships with other schools or just simply proximity to a city or whatever. I have lots of guy friends at other schools and I regularly party with men. It's not hard to find a guy to date if you want to. Ik some ppl care abt that, myself included haha. We also have a lot of cool traditions that everyone participates in! Last but not least, i will say that im a white student at a predominantly white institution (PWI) as most womens colleges in the US are. Therefore, I have the privilege of not having to deal with issues of racism and exclusion like POC students do. This college was not built to exclude people like me, whereas students of color could not attend until decades after its founding. When I talk about female solidarity on campus and how much I enjoy it, I have the privilege of experiencing it first without having to consider my race, or that fact that others may exclude me or inflict aggressions against me bc of race. While culturally and institutionally PWIs have a lot to work on, at my school we do have cultural centers on campus and Black and Latinx exclusive housing for those who wish to live there.

But yeah these are some of my thoughts! (I'm a sophomore btw). Honestly its great being around smart, strong, badass women all the time and making incredible and deep friendships with some of the best people I've ever met.

Sorry this is so long but if you are looking into attending a women's college I really really really recommend it!! there are so many benefits. also feel free to dm me if you have any questions!!

Week 3: Digital Communities: Tumblr Case Study

As a hidden gem among social media platforms, Tumblr has fostered a thriving community and become the site of numerous types of online activism. It provides a window into the changing face of online social interaction and identity expression through its distinctive platform characteristics, which have nurtured inclusive and varied communities.

One such example is the #bodypositive movement, which was discussed in the 2022 study "Love the Skin You're In" by Anne Reif, Insa Miller, and Monika Taddicken. By highlighting the platform's ability to foster supportive environments for body positivity, this research highlights Tumblr's role in empowering women through self-presentation and positive user reactions.

The community dynamics of Tumblr, especially in reaction to its censoring rules, are examined critically by Pilipets and Paasonen (2022). Issues with NSFW material moderation on the site are explored in their article "Nipples, memes, and algorithmic failure," which reflects larger difficulties in striking a balance between community standards and expressive freedom.

According to Jonathon Hutchinson's (2021) discussion of micro-platformization, Tumblr is a great place for people to do digital activism. Because it is not centrally controlled, specialised communities can thrive inside it, which in turn encourages novel approaches to social and political participation.

The role of young girls in influencing digital feminist discourses and the particular vernacular of Tumblr feminism are highlighted in Jessalynn Keller's research. An examination of "Tumblr feminism" reveals the platform's crucial role in the emergence of social movements.

The significance of Tumblr in content curation and community involvement is further highlighted by the findings of Amanda Brennan, which are covered in Allison McCracken's work. Brennan offers a unique vantage point as Tumblr's Head of Content Insights and Social, shedding light on the platform's strategy for balancing user preferences with community dynamics.

In their study of the effects of Tumblr on the queer (dis)connections of young people, Byron et al. investigated how Tumblr affects the portrayal of LGBT identities. Unlike other social networking sites, this one provides a welcoming environment where people of all gender identities and expressions can flourish.

In conclusion, Tumblr is unique among online communities since it supports many ways of becoming an activist and a community member. Research into its distinctive platform dynamics has shown its importance to the larger context of online social networks and popular culture.

References:

Bryon, P., Robards, B., Hanckel, B., Vivienne, S., & Churchill, B. (2019). “Hey, I’m Having These Experiences”: Tumblr Use and Young People’s Queer (Dis)connections. International Journal of Communication. file:///Users/hanhtrang/Downloads/Byron%20Tumblr%20use%20and%20LGBT%20community%20(1).pdf

Hutchinson, J. (2019). Micro-platformization for digital activism on social media. Information, Communication & Society, 24(1), 35–51. https://doi.org/10.1080/1369118x.2019.1629612

Keller, J. (2019). “Oh, She’s a Tumblr Feminist”: Exploring the Platform Vernacular of Girls’ Social Media Feminisms. Social Media + Society, 5(3), 1–11. https://doi.org/10.1177/2056305119867442

McCracken, A. (2020). a tumblr book: platform and cultures. In ACLS Humanities EBook. University of Michigan Press. https://www.fulcrum.org/concern/monographs/x346d608w

Pilipets, E., & Paasonen, S. (2020). Nipples, memes, and algorithmic failure: NSFW critique of Tumblr censorship. New Media & Society, 24(6), 146144482097928. https://doi.org/10.1177/1461444820979280

Reif, A., Miller, I., & Taddicken, M. (2022). “Love the Skin You‘re In”: An Analysis of Women’s Self-Presentation and User Reactions to Selfies Using the Tumblr Hashtag #bodypositive. Mass Communication and Society. https://doi.org/10.1080/15205436.2022.2138442

WEEK 3: Digital Communities and Tumblr

Tumblr might not be as popular as Facebook and Instagram but it has some unique features that makes it different from the rest. Tumblr is primarily a blogging platform that allows users to create and share their content online. Unlike Facebook and Instagram, it’s main aim is not to connect or make friends but places a strong emphasis on creativity, interests and ideas that are shared by different users. Although, it does have a feature of following and re blogging. There is a vast range of topics that users like to blog on Tumblr including empowering feminism, anime, architecture, and marginalised communities like LGBTQ. Tumblr was known as a site of “emotional authenticity”, the platform turned out to be advantageous for marginalised communities and addressing social issues like negative body image. Tumblr had a lot of potential until 2018 on the idea of beauty standards and #bodypositive and to empower women to enhance their inner beauty (Reif, Miller & Taddicken, 2022). Amanda Brennan is Tumblr’s internet librarian and has been at Tumblr since 2013 and currently leads the content and social teams. She believes that Tumblr has empowered people whose voices and opinions are often neglected and has given them a platform where they can find their community and build their own kind of world (McCracken, 2017). The self identified network of black users who refer to themselves as Black Tumblr is not a particular group of users, but an unofficial group within a public sphere. Black Tumblr users address issues that still persist in Black community including racism, education inequalities, police brutality, media representation and ideas of beauty. These users also initiate dialogues about undebated issues by providing factual information that many Black people may be unaware of (Calhoun, 2020). In conclusion, Tumblr has proved to be a valuable platform specially for marginalised communities like people of colour, LGBTQ and people with disabilities to represent themselves and spread awareness which in turn helped in better understanding and acceptance of these communities by the society. Tumblr has allowed users to create different communities based on shared interests, ideas and experiences. Tumblr has also been a great platform for social and political activism where users can freely talk about issues like social injustice, climate change, patriarchy and gender inequality.

References

Calhoun, K 2020, ‘Blackout, Black Excellence, Black PowerStrategies of Everyday Online Activism on Black Tumblr’, a Tumblr book: platform and cultures, p. 48-63, viewed 22 March 2023.

McCracken, A 2017, ‘Going Down the Rabbit Hole: An Interview with Amanda Brennan, Head of Content Insights and Social, Tumblr’, a Tumblr book: platform and cultures, p. 37-48, viewed 22 March 2023.

Reif, A, Miller, I & Taddicken, M 2022, “Love the Skin You‘re In”: An Analysis of Women’s Self-Presentation and User Reactions to Selfies Using the Tumblr Hashtag #bodypositive, Mass Communication and Society, p.1-25, viewed 22 March 2023.

Feminist blog

This is not a review, but rather my identifying problematic ideologies, highlighting how the film represents a historically marginalized group in a way that is important culturally, and/or is liberatory or anti-hegemonic. 

Mad Men

The show Mad Men is an important film and literary commentary on the hegemonic masculinity, racism, and sexism deeply rooted in American society. The show tells the story of Donald Draper and his constituents that were the Men of Madison Ave. These were the men responsible for advertisements for major companies nation wide. While the show is poignant in telling these mens stories, it does an incredible job of revealing the issues of feminism and masculinity, spanning an amazing ten years of events in America's history including the Women's march, the assassination of JFK, the return of Vietnam Vets all the while displaying the ugliness of racism and sexism that remain at the forefront of american cultural issues.

I Love Lucy

This show originally comes across as an acceptance of an interracial/ intercultural family. The show centers on the home and work life of Lucille Ball and Ricky Ricardo. Lucy is a white woman with red hair and her husband is a Latino, a Cuban Immigrant. The show is based on the ridiculous antics of Lucy, often times poking fun at her intelligence, her lack of ability to keep up with the house chores and her ineptitude in supporting her husbands career in show business. America laughs along while Lucy and her friend Ethel fumble through bouts of homemaker faux pas and her jealousy that seemingly takes over when Ricky must work with another woman to put on his show at the local night club. This show was quintessential humor and entertainment during its time on the air, telling of the attitudes and mindsets of the millions of viewers who enjoyed a laugh at the expense of this woman and her immigrant husband.

The Help

In the Help, a young college graduate has returned home and is looking for a job as a journalist and though she faces sexism and sentiments of racism amongst her peer group surrounding the hired help or the maids in their homes. This takes place in the 1960s in Jackson, MI where Skeeter decides to start collecting the personal stories and recollections of the maids in the area. These maids share their stories for her book in the hopes that it goes on to raise awareness of the terrible treatment they face day in and day out. In the end, there is a strong friendship and collision formed between the two worlds that were previously divided by hate and fear. This is an inspirational way of bringing about justice for a historically marginalized people group in the American South.

Grace and Frankie

This is a modern show about two families that were uprooted when two husbands left their wives for each other, in a big show of coming out as homosexual after being in heterosexual marriages for nearly forty years. This show sheds light on the grief and struggle and happy coincidences of the two women that were largely affected by their choice. The wives and mothers Grace and Frankie. The two women band together in an unlikely friendship and make a happy life together as friends, roommates, and all around great support for one another. The show does a great job of highlighting some of the struggle of womanhood, starting over, being marginalized because faith preference, being part of an interracial family. An overall empowering and uplifting story of these two women that had to overcome so much to find peace and joy once more.

Inn the Works

This show follows the true life journey of a young woman who purchases an old lodge in the middle of the mountains of northern California and she flips the property so that it is a beautiful resort and working hotel once more. She also has her sister join her who is an accountant and has a business mindset as well. Together, they pull their resources to bring life to the property once more and are living proof that women are great at working with power tools, designing a space and project management.