In ‘Lucas on the Line,’ Lucas Sinclair experienced countless bouts of racism and micro aggressions including but not limited to:
Had children run away from him and refuse to touch him because they thought his Black skin color would rub off on them. This happened IN THE THIRD GRADE! And he never told his parents about it!
Calmed his anxiety about being the only Black kid in his homeroom class by coming to the realization that since there was no other Black kids that meant he most likely wouldn’t be bombed
Had to install a camera in his locker because his property got defaced by a glitter bomb
Lost his first and only black friend/mentor who supported him thanks to an ACTUAL MAKESHIFT BOMB being installed in his locker that caused a janitor to go to the hospital for 1st/2nd degree burns (and the white boy who did it barely got punished)
Got teased that the only reason he got on the basketball team was because he was Black
Comes to the realization that he might’ve actually only gotten in the team because the coach has a history of recruiting Black boys for the team regardless of their skill level
Gets called an Oreo (for uneducated: white on the inside, black on the outside) by racist bullies. Erica (who apparently has also been called this) sticks up for him and is the only one who understands what the insult means which means Mike and Dustin don’t know/understand the lengths of how deep the racism Lucas experiences in Hawkins on a daily bases
And these aren’t even all of them! These are just examples I had from the top of my head!
And despite all this happening in the book, “fans” have STILL FOUND A WAY to turn this book about Lucas and his struggles as a Black boy in a mostly white suburban town and his deteriorating relationship with Max and make it about Byler!
The fact that Lucas, one of the only characters of color on this show, can’t have ANYTHING to himself without people using him to push their ships is so aggravating!
He and Erica constantly get shit talked and miss characterized by fans, get excluded/cut out of group shots, and barely get any fanart/fics about them and their struggles compared to the white characters (I could make a whole new post about the terrible way this fandom treats Erica but I won’t do that here). Hell don’t forget that the fandom constantly tries to dispute the racism Lucas received in S2 from Billy was either not really racism, just a moment that Duffer Bros. put in to “ruin” Billy’s character and ultimately can be tossed out and ignored.
The only time I ever see Lucas get any large amount of attention is either due to 1) Lumax (but let’s be honest: 90% of the lumax tag on here isn’t even about them and has now become Elumax 2.0 and most post are people praising ElMax and then being like “oh Lucas/lumax is cute too” in the tags and that’s it). 2) people creating “parallels” of Lumax to their ship of choice (mostly Byler and Mileven) as a way to say that their ship is gonna be canon or 3) to say that he’s bisexual.
And all that is fine and whatever, ship and headcanon things to your hearts content, but if you only care about Lucas if he’s helping push you ship narrative or because you think he’s gay (to the point where some people actually read snippets of the book that talked about Lucas coming to the realization that Black boys like him can be considered attractive and only acknowledge the “queer” reading of the text and completely ignored the big race element that was the main focus), I’m sorry but, that’s not cool. The fact that 95% of the Lucas Sinclair tag isn’t about Lucas himself but white characters like Steve, Eddie, Byler says everything about how the fandom treats him.
I’m just so tired.
Lucas Sinclair deserves the same respect that the white characters get!
I leave you one of my favorite sections of the entire book: Lucas learning to become unabashedly himself:
Rant over.
Edit: in my blind rage I realized I forgot to edit out the Twitter handle. That’s completely my fault. Please don’t hate that Twitter user. I’m just coming back to fix that.
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MXTX couples rated by whether or not they should have a kid:
Wangxian 11/10 should have not only one kid but several. Look how well they did with Sizhui. They're fabulous parents. They'd be thrilled with more babies.
Hualian -3/10 should never be responsible for children again. Oh my god. One of them was FULLY a disguised god and they didn't even realize because they barely remembered to feed him
Bingqiu 1/10 probably wouldn't be too bad at taking care of biological needs but SQQ has Wine Aunt energy and is bad enough with his disciples. Also Binghe would get jealous of his own child.
Moshang 7/10 would do well with kids! Should... probably wait a bit to figure out the logistics and get into a more stable point in their relationship, but they'd be good parents.
FengQing 4/10 would probably not fuck up immediately or super badly but shouldn't keep a child around for more than like. A week. Good babysitters, still shouldn't have their own
Beefleaf -100000000/10 are you kidding me here
3zun and any internal pairings 6/10 I think they'd think a kid could fix them. Not a good reason to have a kid! They'd still do it, though. The kid would probably only be MILDLY traumatized.
Any Jiang Cheng ship 1/10 Jiang Cheng is fabulous as an uncle. 100/10 should have more niblings. Should not have kids of his own because of his many neuroses
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I KNOW WHAT THAT „Ov-„ IN THE TAGS MEAN
GHOUL
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Yeah 4 asks is enough to pressure me into being a freak, but y'all should not be encouraging my depravity. The shame I feel, so I'm keeping this tamer than- no actually I'm gonna be a freak about this. Once again I am not going to heaven.
You're filled with hot, viscous, come as you orgasm on Threat's cock. The warmth of it seeps into you, tingles through your muscles, and makes your head spin. Your eyes roll, your back arches, you feel like you've been pushed to the edge again with no idea how you got there.
Threat sighs over you, their head dropping against their chest as they rock their hard cock into your pussy. They're muttering something, mumbling to themselves like they didn't just come in you. Their cock twitches, and they give a hard jerking thrust into you, bumping that aching soft spot deep inside you. There's a sharp tight feeling, something giving way to them, and you whimper, clawing at their shoulders for purchase as they keep pushing into you. You're just starting to blink the tears out of your eyes when their hand settles around your throat, their claws tearing into the sheets under you. They give a testing thrust and you grab their wrist.
Their cock drags against something entirely alien to you, hot and painful but somehow numb and tingling. You feel something thick against your entrance when they pull back, never leaving you clenching cunt. It bumps against you, stretching your hole, just a little more with each grind of Threat's cock. You try to breathe through it but that strange aching warmth won't let you do more than gasp. The bump pops into your pussy and you almost come right there, feeling it nestle against your g-spot and just press, press, press. The tightness of it zips through you, twisting the knot in your stomach as you feel it moving against your gummy walls.
You moan and Threat chuckles over you, grinds their cock against you again so you feel a second bump nudging your entrance. You whine, you can't get your brain to spark with anything but pleasure. You don't know what's happening, don't know if you want to, but you know you want more of it. Threat's teeth are sharp and dripping when you look up at them, their tongue darts out to drag along their lip before they smile, cooing down at you, "Feel good?" You nod, pout when their grip on your neck tightens, as if you'd go anywhere. "Eggs slut," They lean closer, lick their tongue against yours as you pant, feeling the next bump pop inside, "you're always begging us to breed you, so I'm going to fill you full."
Eggs. Your breath hitches, your cunt already stretched around two of them with a third attempting to make room for itself. Threat hums, pityingly, as your brows draw together, your cunt clenching around the eggs the seem perfectly suited to rub against every sensitive nook in your pussy. You jolt as the first one presses against that stinging, achy, spot, and you feel more come release into you, making your stomach tingle before a soft weight settles in you. You can't help the moan that slips past your lips, the soft succor of panic drowned by pleasure. Eggs, plural. The understanding alone makes you come, the egg already settled in your womb just adds to the shaking desperation of it.
Threat holds you down with a firm hand on your neck, hooks their other arm under your knee and holds it up to thrust into you, forcing the third egg in alongside its sibling. Christ. You sob, shivering and shaking with each roll of it against your sweet spot. There's no need to tug on your tethers to make you ride out your orgasm a second time, not with the way Threat's eggs drag against your poor cunt.
You get through two more squirting orgasms on four more eggs, each one sliding into your abused cunt easier than the last. You shudder at each added weight in your stomach. It's not much, but it's noticeable, and your stomach clenches, your cunt fluttering with excitement at each one added to the clutch. Fuck, you- shit- your eyes roll back as the last one slips into you with another burst of that warm fluid. Goosebumps rush over your skin, and Threat's hand leaves your throat to tease their claws against your clit.
You swallow, your hips bucking to follow the rub of their fingers as the claws melt into something a little softer. You tilt your head forwards to look at yourself. Your stomach is bigger, not by much, but enough for you to notice. You can almost feel your partner smiling over you, they're certainly quick to pull you up to settle on your knees, the shift in your posture also shifting the eggs cradled inside you. You moan at the feeling, your breath hitching as you look at your full tummy.
"Look at that," Threat's hand rubs over your stomach, "they'll feel even better coming out, granted we keep Soap away from you." You meet their gaze with a look of confusion, and their smile turns mirthful. "Wouldn't want him to fertilize the clutch, and keep us from doing this again, would we?"
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