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Make Me Forget | ❤️Valentine’s Day One Shot
Pairing: Beefy Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 6k
Summary: Unceremoniously dumped by your scumbag boyfriend Bucky's mission is to spend Valentine's Day cheering you up & showing you what it would belike to be Bucky Barnes's girl, maybe he's shooting his shot, maybe he's just that darn charming
Warnings: Angst (just the start), Fluffy Bucky, Swearing, Smut, NSFW, P in V, Oral (Female), unprotected sex, Dom Bucky
A/N: Happy Valentine's, enjoy this one shot with Beefy Bucky, I thought this would be a nice intermission for the Valentine's Season. Also FYI, no STD's or unplanned pregnancies (unless a plot) in my multiverse so no condoms are ever used. As per usual I cannot keep my word count concise!!
Dumped, discarded, cast aside, kicked to the curb, whatever you wanted to call it, you were it & you were sat in a restaurant trying to hold it together whilst the humiliation of being brought into a public space to be told you’re not good enough, not special enough, not pretty enough, not her was being laid out in black & white. You could feel your lip wobbling, the familiar sob climbing up your throat trying to escape as you begged yourself to cut off all emotions until you could get back home.
You nodded along hoping he would stop the character assassination that was effortlessly rattling off, like he had been practicing it for weeks in the mirror. You thought you had been happy together & that he was getting ready to ask you to move in with him, but you were told you were dumb to not see how miserable you made him. There was only so much you could take & when he mentioned her, his 22-year-old secretary he had been sleeping with for weeks, who just ‘got him’, you stood up, tossed your drink over his head & walked out.
The cab ride home was a battle of wills between your absolute need to keep it together at all times versus your impending emotional outburst with the growing realisation that you were destined to die alone & get eaten by the 15 cats you would inevitably accumulate being single for the rest of your life.
The rest of your night was spent isolated, crying, eating pizza, drinking wine & browsing cat rescue sites trying to find the first step towards the rest of your life, you couldn’t believe you wasted a year of your life with a scumbag who would dump you the day before Valentine’s day.
You should have phoned in sick, there was no way you were in the mood to face anyone, even if Tony would have wrongly assumed it was because it was Valentine’s Day & you would be too busy fucking your boyfriend all day to work, except the reality would be you crying, burning your Ex-Boyfriends belongings & self-reflecting to assess what was actually wrong with you & why couldn’t you keep a man interested.
Instead, you were numb, sat zoned out in the meeting room by your boss’ side trying to look like you were paying attention, you were barely holding it together avoiding all eye contact with the team filled with spies & assassins, at least two of them would be able to spot the obvious tells that not all was well.
‘Alright, any other business.’
Sam repeatedly elbowing Bucky who ignored him completely perked up, ‘Yeah, these monthly meetings suck, it’s Valentine’s day, why we even working?’
‘Make sure you note down that sass from Bird Man, Short Stack.’
Apart from Tony’s very annoying nickname, you hadn’t heard what had been said, hoping that it was never brought up again you scribbled down ‘I want to go home’ so it looked as though you were at least doing something.
Bucky had already noticed the sullen expression the second he laid eyes on you, the heavier than usual makeup & overall lack of spunk you usually have was a dead giveaway. Sam may have told him not to use that phrase anymore, for reasons still unclear to him but that was the best way to describe it, it was like your light had gone out.
Usually when Tony used that moniker you’d be ready with a jibe to throw straight back at him, he may have been your boss, but you weren’t ever afraid to put the billionaire in his place, so you completely passing over the nickname meant you were somewhere else in your head & not ok, something was wrong & he needed to get to the bottom of it.
You held back in the meeting room until all the superheroes had piled out to try & avoid any interactions, unfortunately a certain burly super soldier didn’t quite get the memo & was waiting for you outside. The brunette’s face completely serious, brows furrowed & arms crossed as he examined you walking towards him, ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing’s wrong Bucky, I’m fine.’ You tried a half assed smile; a smile you wouldn’t even be able to convince Ethel your blind neighbour was real let alone the trained assassin in front of you.
‘Don’t you dare lie to me Petal, you may be able to fool them but not me. Now tell me what happened, I won’t ask again, did something happen at dinner last night?’
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like when Bucky used his serious voice, when the Sargent in him came out, you always followed his orders.
Breathing out a shaky sigh you looked around, as if anyone cared enough to listen in on what you were about to say, damn your bottom lip for wobbling & the tears gathering in your eyes, traitor. ‘He broke up with me, said he was sleeping with his secretary & I wasn’t pretty or good enough for him.’
Somehow Bucky managed to quell the internal rage that was flowing through the synaptic’s in his brain, the plates in his arm were begging to be recalibrated from the tension running through his body, don’t trigger a reset, don’t trigger a reset. He could taste the impending murder on his tongue but that had to wait, he needed to be the mechanical shoulder for you to cry on right now.
He grabbed you, enclosing you entirely in his arms, his overwhelming warmth thawing your cold exterior & his big arms squeezing you tightly, it was the exact comfort you needed. ‘Oh darlin’, why didn’t you call me?’
Smushed against his solid chest your voice was muffled, ‘Didn’t want to bother ya.’
‘You know you wouldn’t have.’
You managed a shrug against him, ‘It’s Valentine’s you might have had plans.’
He moved his vibranium arm from around you, holding your face with his cool metallic hand to make sure you were looking at him, brushing the few fallen tears from your cheeks, ‘There are no plans too important to stop me coming & getting you.’
You managed a genuine half smile, the cloud over you not quite lifting, but it was now surrounded by a little Bucky Barnes shaped rainbow & you appreciated it more than you could ever convey to him.
Bucky sat pensively in the lounge, despite his protests that you should take the day off, he walked you to your office at your insistence that working would help keep your mind of him, he secretly enjoyed the way you now said him, it was very much in the same tone he had been using for the last year.
So, he had been sitting since racking his brains, trying to think of ways to help you, to build you back up & forget about that loser & in the Super Soldier’s mind he was the biggest most idiotic loser on the face of the planet to let you go so willingly. Chump.
Tony strolled into the common area noticing the absolute anguish on the centurion’s face staring into space, ‘What’s up terminator?’
He rubbed his face trying to reset his mind & entertain a conversation with Tony, ‘Nothing, just thinking.’
‘Wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with my diminutive 2nd in command who has been on 4 separate trips to the bathroom to cry this morning … so far.’ He stood crossing his arms, hoping to get to the bottom of it & thought Bucky would be the one you opened up to, because the pathetic excuse you gave him for being so sniffly wasn’t cutting it & you usually had the 6ft Super Solider shadow following you everywhere.
He clenched his jaw at the belittling nickname Tony seemed to revel in, ‘Stop calling her little, she doesn’t like it.’
He narrowed his eyes, ‘Bit touchy when it comes to her, aren’t you? You like her?’
Bucky shook his head angry that he was poking his nose in where it didn’t belong, ‘Not the time Tony.’
‘Why not?’
‘Not your business.’
‘Let’s see, protective bodyguard mode has been activated, weepy crying employee on Valentine’s Day, I take it that snake she was wasting her time with has shown his true colours?’
Bucky let out an audible sigh, ‘Something like that.’
‘What a dick.’ He clenched his jaw, already ordering you some flowers on his phone, a smirk crossed his face & he glanced back up at the sulking Super Soldier. ‘Hey, now she’s single, you should shoot your shot.’
To Bucky the billionaire just casually let out, like it was nothing, an afterthought, like it was completely normal to pounce on someone 12 hours after being blindsided by a breakup. ‘Absolutely not, she needs comfort & cheering up, not a 107-year-old hitting on her.’
In Tony’s mind, the stars were finally aligning for two people who anyone could see looked at each other with love hearts in their eyes most of the time to finally get together, they just needed a push. ‘Trust me when I say she wouldn’t mind a certain 107-year old’s attention.’
‘Steve?’
‘Jesus I’m surrounded by idiots, not Steve, you, you complete putz’
The super solider was trying to stifle his smile at the thought of you being into him but failing miserably, shaking his head in protest, ‘I don’t think so.’
‘Well, I so happen to know so. I’m not saying declare your undying love for her & propose, just shoot your shot, take her mind off the breakup & whatever he did, make her see that you’re the one she should be with.’
Just like that, like it was a piece of cake, easy as 1,2,3, he swore sometimes he was secretly dumb & not a so-called genius everyone said he was, it took Bucky 3 months to say hello to you when he first met you, so by his calculations he would be asking you out in 2054.
‘He cheated for weeks with his secretary & said she wasn’t pretty enough or good enough for him.’ The words pained him to say out loud, he couldn’t imagine how hurtful they were for you to hear.
The billionaire’s eyes went wide, ‘Excuse me, how are you not murdering him right now?’
‘Oh, trust me a plan is percolating, but I wanted to make sure she was ok before I spend the rest of my life in prison for repeatedly throwing him off the empire state building.’
‘Oh, I like the sound of repeatedly. Ok, new plan, you spend the day tending to her, sweep her off her feet, get her out of her office … but not into your bed & I’ll pay him a visit, can’t promise murder but I’m sure I have a few gadgets that will put the fear of Thor in him.’
You were sat sulking in your office, not really working, just staring at words on a screen, you didn’t want to be at work, but you didn’t want to be at home either, despite the bonfire you had planned in your head with his expensive suits he kept in your walk in, which admittedly did sound like fun.
A gentle knock & a wiggle of the handle told you it was Bucky waiting outside your office, you buzzed him in & as the door opened all you could see were flowers, a huge bunch that somehow eclipsed the Super Solider stood in the doorway holding them.
It was comical watching him struggle, trying his best not to knock any of the perfect blooms on his way in, you wondered how he could be so agile on the battlefield when he was such a clutz off it at times, adorable really when you thought about it.
‘How can I help you soldier?’
He used to hate people referring to him by his military positions but whenever you did it there was something in him that went feral, it felt like you were submitting to him & you were always such a good girl when he told you to do something in his lower pitched voice.
The twitch in his pants at the thought of what that would translate to in the bedroom needed taming before he embarrassed himself, it might not be the 40s anymore but by god if punching a colleague for humming too loudly got him a meeting in HR, getting a boner in front of one in a professional setting definitely would.
‘Well, it’s Valentine’s Day & I wanted to buy you some flowers & put a smile on your face.’
‘Mission success Sargent.’ You really did have a wide smile on your face from the sweet gesture, he was such a good guy, sometimes you wish everyone could see it but a little part of you were happy it seemed to be reserved for only you.
‘Oh this, this is just the start, my Girl on Valentine’s Day doesn’t just get flowers, she gets the whole day.’
You raised your brows, trying your absolute best to not grin like the Cheshire Cat at him calling you his girl, ‘A whole day huh? Lucky me. Not to throw a spanner in the works here but ya girl gotta work.’
‘No you don’t, cleared it with Tony so you’ve got the rest of the day off.’ He looked so happy with himself & you really didn’t understand why the hunk of a man in front of you had a reputation for being frightening, the man was a big teddy bear.
It had been an interesting journey to say the least, experiencing Bucky’s vintage car with the top down sounded so much fun, especially when he pulled you close & had his arm around you but the way your hair lashed about in the wind made you realise why the women in the old movies always had head scarves on. At one-point Bucky’s eyes were streaming when a particular gust of wind whipped him in the eye with a chunk of your hair, no number of apologies you gave seemed enough & thankfully he just seemed to find it funny.
Once you tamed the bird’s nest sat on top of your head you stood in excitement looking on the fairground that had been at the heart of so many of Steve & Bucky’s stories, Coney Island where dreams where not quite made of but that didn’t matter, you loved it.
‘It doesn’t exactly look the same but I’m sure we’ll find our way around just fine.’ Bucky was practically giddy, pulling your connected hand towards the entrance, ‘you know me & Steve once rode the Ferris wheel with these two dames, Sandy & Delores I think their names were, & Steve freaked out because it was so high up & threw up on his date.’
You always noticed his accent thickened when he talked about his youth, seeing him like this made you wish you had known him back then, but having heard many stories about Bucky from Steve, he would probably have been chasing tail rather than wasting his time hanging about with you
He led you to a food shack that, according to the sign, served New York’s best hot dogs, ‘whaddya say Doll, one hotdog or two?’
‘One please, with onions & mustard.’
‘Coming up, what my girl wants, my girl gets.’
You sat on the bench whilst he waited for your order, the day certainly had taken a turn & you were beyond grateful for Bucky, he really was the sweetest guy you knew so it didn’t even shock you with how extra he was being in an effort to take your mind off things.
You realised as he approached, carrying way more hot dogs than any normal human could eat at once & a huge bag of candyfloss under his arm, that you hadn’t thought of him at all with Bucky around. He really was the best & you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy him referring to you as his girl, the man was the hottest guy you’d ever laid eyes on so a few hours escaping reality & experiencing what it was like being Bucky Barnes’s Girl wasn’t something you were going to pass up, even if it was just for the day.
He plonked himself down beside you, handing you your order & placing the candy floss at your side, then throwing his arm over your shoulder pulling you as close as possible to you, he always seemed to like you close. You shuffled into his side, so you could rest your head on his shoulder as you both sat eating your food & watching all the people casually walking by.
‘Do you wish you could go back?’
‘Sometimes, if only to see my Ma & Sisters but there’s a few things now that are better.’
‘Hmm’ you took a bite, was it the best? Maybe, but maybe it was the setting & company you found yourself with that was making it taste better than it actually did.
‘Yeah, the food,’ He proceeded to take a dramatically large bite making you giggle as he chomped it down, ‘the technology, the company too.’ He gave your shoulder a squeeze & leaned down to kiss your head that was happily resting on him.
‘Hmmm well I’m glad you’re here, I’ll tell Tony to hold off on the time machine to send you both back.’
You loved making the Super Solider laugh, he didn’t do it often, but it was like music to your ears when you were blessed with it, so when he found that comment as funny as he did, you joined him in letting it all out, there you were, two idiots laughing on a bench & it was wonderful. You felt so much lighter, like nothing could bother you with Bucky around, you felt safe, cherished & looked after, you needed someone like Bucky. Fat Chance.
You spent the rest of the day on rides, laughing, eating & sharing stories, there was a moment on top of the Ferris wheel where you thought Bucky was leaning in to kiss you, but he just found a bit of lint on your shoulder & was trying to assess if it was Ant Man needing assistance so needed to get closer.
Sure, you were disappointed, & no you didn’t see any actual lint, you always harboured a harmless crush on the Super Solider, who wouldn’t with him being so sweet & handsome, but it was such an odd feeling to not feel at all sad that less than 24 hours ago you were in love with someone else then unceremoniously dumped, or at least you thought you were in love. Hmm.
He walked you to your apartment block, insisting on making sure you were safe in your home before he left, you supposed he of all people knew the dangers of the world so of course invited him up, you didn’t want him to ever leave your side if you were being honest.
You were both settled on your sofa, him nursing a beer & you a glass of wine, ‘Don’t think I don’t appreciate this Bucky because I absolutely do, but why did you do all this for me today?’
‘Why wouldn’t I want to cheer up a person going through something, especially when they are my favourite person?’
It was like your heart skipped an entire beat hearing those words, the oversized Super Solider wasn’t the most forthcoming with his feelings ever, you thought, so to hear that from him meant the world to you, ‘Your favourite?’
Come on Bucky, now or never, ‘Look, Tony said I shouldn’t ask you to marry me or anything & I won’t, I won’t, I promise, but he said I should just shoot my shot, so look it started out as me wanting to cheer you up & make you smile because it’s always my favourite thing to do but at the same time maybe I just let you know that when you’re ready there are other people out there that would be happy to have you all to themselves & will know the treasure they’re holding. Not saying who, but if you don’t mind an age gap of say 72 years, there’s a certain single super solider that wouldn’t mind taking you to the movies, dinner & dancing.’
He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he just came out with it, simple as that & his brain wasn’t even shouting at him to jump straight out of your window to the safety of not knowing what it feels like to be rejected from the only woman he’s wanted for 80 years.
You smirked trying your absolute best to stop yourself from jumping his bones, ‘Steve can dance?’
Thankfully he knew Steve was more like a brother to you, so you were just playing with him, so he dramatically clutched his chest, ‘Why … why would you willing to inflict pain on me like that Petal?’
You giggled narrowing your eyes, ‘So he can orrrr….?’
Watching how his eyes darkened sent a thrill down your spine & a deep throb to your clit, he moved closer towards you on the sofa, knees knocking, tracing finger up & down your thigh whilst he drew his tongue along his lower lip, it was a hypnotic, ‘You’d be too much for Steve sweetheart, you need someone who can be firm with you.’
You arched your brow, loving where this conversation was going & the way he grasped you flesh, you dropped your shoulder & looked up at him as innocently as you could drawing out your voice as seductively as possible before biting your lip, ‘is that right Sarge?’
‘Absolutely Petal.’ He couldn’t seem to take his eyes away from where your teeth indented your plump pout, he was desperate to run his thumb along it to release it & replace it with his mouth.
‘hmmm so a firm, single, super soldier?’
Almost looking cocky he managed to pull his focus back to your eyes, raising a brow, ‘Know any?’
You had your finger & thumb pinching your chin in faux contemplation, ‘Not ringing any bells Sarge.’
‘Let me remind you.’
Ding, Ding, Ding. He pulled your face to his crashing your lips together, holding your head in his hands, the contrast between flesh & metal was so uniquely Bucky & you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to go back to two regular hands.
It felt as though every kiss you had ever had before now were pecks on the cheek in comparison, because Bucky Barnes could kiss like nothing else, the absolute passion & desire he could communicate with his tongue had you on a plane of existence you never knew was available, what else could he do with it?
Every moment connected was erasing the last year of your life, why did you waste your time on that waste of space when this was available the whole time?
It wasn’t long until you were pulled onto his lap, straddling his thick thighs & grinding down onto the prominent bulge he was sporting, moaning as it made contact with your centre.
Between kisses he finally managed to string a full sentence together, ‘Are you sure? Feel like I’m taking advantage of your weakened emotional state.’
You giggled into his mouth, ‘Have you been watching Dr Phil again?’
‘Maybe, but I don’t want you to regret anything.’ The way he held your face back to take a pause & make sure it was what you wanted almost made you cry, this sweet man who did nothing but take care of you wanted you & there wasn’t a better feeling you’d ever had.
Connecting your foreheads, you looked deeply into his gorgeous ocean eyes, ‘The only thing I will regret is not doing it sooner & wasting my time on him.’
‘Really?’
You nodded, ‘Make me forget soldier.’
Your mouths were connected again but this time his hands moved with purpose freeing you of the layers that kept him from the entirety of you, quickly reciprocating you pulled his hoodie over his head, momentarily breaking your kiss.
‘The second you want me to stop you tell me Petal, you gonna be a good girl for me?’
You nodded going straight back to kissing him as he pulled your jeans off taking your pants with them, ‘Need your words flower.’
‘Yes Sarge.’
The serum running through his veins kicked in & he wasted no time reattaching your lips in a frantic kiss, working his way down to your jaw, neck & chest, spending that extra second admiring the sight before him.
‘You’re perfect sweetheart.’
‘You too gorgeous.’
He smiled at your words, that wonderfully adorable smile that he only allowed you to see, the adrenaline buzzing through you temporarily overtaken by the endorphins at the thought of this wonderful man wanting to be with you.
It was only a moment of being an adorable puppy, a switch before he was back to the insatiable Super Soldier that was about to plough you so hard you’d forget your own name, you had no doubt Bucky would be capable of it.
‘Not here Petal.’ He hoisted you up, his strong arms keeping you attached to his lips as he walked you through your apartment to the bedroom, gently bending to deposit you on the mattress still not parting your lips for a single second until he was positioned above you.
His mouth began descending back down you neck & chest until his lips found their way to your bra & he tsk’d at it getting in his way & without missing a step a knife appeared from his boot & he swiftly sliced the front of it inciting a gasp to escape, it was the single hottest thing you’d ever experienced & it set your whole existence on fire.
‘I’ll buy you a new one flower.’ it was thrown, along with the knife onto the floor, & his tongue wasted no time swirling around your nipple, the other being squeezed by his cool metal finger tips, the sensation making your back arch & you were already desperate for more.
‘Touch me Bucky.’
You could feel him smile against your chest & like all good soldiers did, he obeyed your command, keeping his mouth attached to your chest he traced his hand down your body, loving the way you squirmed as it hit your ticklish spots, you were so soft & as he gently parted your legs he could smell how wet you were.
Drawing a single finger along your folds, he made you shudder as he teased you gently, admiring how soaked you were for him, ‘All this for me Petal?’
Shyly nodding at him you watched as he made his way down, settling between your legs, it should have felt weird for another man to be seeing you in this state so soon, but it didn’t. It felt as though Bucky was the only one who should see you like that, vulnerable & open to everything he was about to give you.
His nose nudged at you, every hair stood on edge, your breath hitched & your heart thudded in anticipation. ‘Fucking perfect’, the first contact with his mouth to your glistening pussy released the beast within him that had been dying to taste you since the minute he laid eyes on you. It wasn’t gentlemanly, or loving, it was some caveman shit & lord you were not prepared for his tongue. Within the first minute you were on the verge of climaxing, he ate you out like he hadn’t eaten in years, yet his technique was a sharp as a knife, he worked you til he could feel you right on the edge before he cruelly pulled his mouth from you making you whimper & the loss of him.
Yes, you had been a good girl & if anyone deserved an orgasm it was you, but he didn’t want to ever stop tasting your nectar or move from between your legs. If he buried his cock in you he would blow his load within a minute he was that turned on by you, so he needed to at least make this bit last as long as possible for you.
If keeping you on the brink meant he could spend all night between you legs so be it, he carried on flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, sucking it then burying his tongue in your cunt, over & over. Every time he pulled away you let out an ungodly whining noise or begged him to keep going.
‘No, No no, please.’ You were desperate at this point & willing to get on your knees to beg.
‘Please what?’
‘Please Sargent, please let me cum.’
‘Can’t sweetheart, can’t ever stop, you taste so good.’
He doubled down sucking at your clit & you almost sobbed the moment it was taken away; did he want you to have a tantrum? You were on the brink of one if he did it again.
‘Please, please, please’
You were babbling, tears escaping your eyes & right where he wanted, if you didn’t know what was going on you wouldn’t notice him lasting the 0.7 seconds he was predicting from him being so desperate to be inside you.
You were at the precipice of euphoria, your orgasm on the cusp, the anticipation of him pulling away had you on high alert & you could feel every single thing he did waiting for it to be snatched away at the very last second, but this time he didn’t pull away, he plunged his metallic fingers in you as you saw white & exploded through your pleasure to absolute ecstasy.
Curling his two thick digits he hit your spot over & over taking you to another straight away, the pleasure at a level you hadn’t ever experienced before, if he was talking to you you were clueless, everything was muffled & you didn’t even notice the hollowness once Bucky moved so he was covering you with his body.
‘Look at me Sweetheart.’
You managed to roll your eyes, which you assume had detached at some point during the second orgasm & look at his gorgeous blue ones, did they always make your heart skip a beat?
‘You’re really pretty, you know that Bucky.’ Your voice came out a bit hoarse but the cute smile on his face was worth the pain from straining your throat.
‘And you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.’
You hid your face in the crook of his neck, ‘You ready for me gorgeous?’
You nodded against him. ‘Words sweetheart.’
‘Ye.. yes, want you to fuck me Sarge.’
‘That’s my girl’
He pumped his cock once, twice, you were looking down between your bodies, when did he even take his jeans off? He was huge, dauntingly so, the perfect cock, long & thick weeping & desperate for you.
He chuckled at your expression whispering in your ear, ‘It’ll fit darlin.’
‘If you say so Soldier.’ You really weren’t convinced.
His heavy length sat at your opening & slowly he pushed into you as he looked at your completely blissed our expression, head leaned back, eyes closed & mouth moaning the most sinful noises with every inch he added, he latched onto the neck you were perfectly presenting for him, mapping every spot that made you clench that bit tighter.
‘Fuck your pussy is chocking me darlin. Not gonna last.’
‘Mmnn fuck, so good Buck so so fucking good.’
Finally, he was fully seated in you, you’d never felt so full, so complete, you squeezed his ass to let him know he could get going but he stayed still, ‘just gimme a sec, been a while.’
Your giggled at his heavy breathing but quickly stopped once his hips began slamming into you, by god you needed a pounding & he complied perfectly, your good Soldier & all thoughts were lost as he repeatedly thrust his powerful body into you.
‘Fucking gorgeous you know that, wanted to fuck you since the day I met you. Fucking perfect, perfect pussy, like it was made for me.’
‘God Bucky, harder.’
‘You sure?.’
‘Yeah, gimme all you got, I can take it.’ you weren’t sure that you could, but you wanted to give it a try.
‘Not gonna last darlin. You gotta give me one more though.’
His metal fingers connected with your swollen clit sending a jolt of electricity through your body, you weren’t sure if you had ever made such an obscene noise before, it was too much but not enough at the same time.
‘Feels so good.’
‘You my good girl?’
‘Yes Sargent, want you to fill me up.’
‘Fuck sweetheart, don’t say that, I won’t ever fucking stop.’ You were making him go into overdrive, he was feral for you, his perfect angel with the most sinful mouth.
‘Don’t want you to, want you dripping out me for days.’
‘Jesus Christ, my perfect filthy girl.’
You were so overwhelmingly full of the Super Solider, the tip of his huge cock nudging the spot within you at rapid fire had the blinding pleasure begin to rip through you once again as you finally hit your third climax of the night clamping down on him as his hips stuttered & release followed painting your walls with his seed, pumping the cum into you repeatedly until his motion ceased & he lowered his lips to you.
Silence, still connected he watched you carefully as you opened your eyes, blinking from adjusting to the bright light having held them shut from the bliss you were coming down from.
He leaned down to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip before he gently moved the hair from around your face, ‘What you thinkin’?’
‘I wasted a year of my life on someone who wasn’t you.’ Reaching up to him you repeated his action, tucking the wayward strands behind his ears, caressing his cheeks with your fingers, it felt like a dream & you didn’t want to wake up.
‘Hmm just think of it as you lowered your standards so much for him, that he made me look like an ideal candidate in comparison.’
You hated that he didn’t think of himself highly enough, you shook your head smiling at his goofy grin, ‘Don’t say that please.’
‘Ok, how about this, seeing you lower your standards to that idiot made me get my act together & be the man you deserved.’
‘Better. Or maybe I was completely blind & now I can see.’
He rested his forehead against yours looking deeply at you, you were waiting for a serious meaningful declaration of love to come out, instead ‘you look like a minotaur from this close.’
You laughed batting the super soldiers arm ‘I think you may have gotten your mythical creatures mixed up there.’
‘Nope, it’s the one-eyed creature.’
‘Nope, it’s a human with a horse’s body.’
He shrugged his shoulders, ‘Agree to disagree.’
‘Absolutely not Barnes, where’s my phone?’
‘Oh, now you calling me Barnes, huh, what happened to Sargent.’
You shook your head at him, loving his playful teasing, ‘Your dick is soft, you only get Sargent when sex is on the cards.’
‘Oh, is that right?’ he planted a long slow kiss on your lips.
‘Yep & for people who know the difference between a Minotaur & a Cyclops of course.’
‘Of course,’ He agreed nodding away smugly. ‘Good thing I’m ready to go again then isn’t it? What’s my name?’
You felt him growing within you & it set your skin on fire, it was an indescribable sensation & as you let out a moan & batted your eyelashes at him you couldn’t help but submit to the huge Super Solider, ‘Sargent, Sir.’
‘Are you my good girl?’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Will you be my girl?’
‘Yes, Sargent.’
Both your smiles were as wide as the sun as he began picking up the pace of his hips, nowhere near the frantic level it had been before, this was different, slow & intimate, & as if they were magnets your lips found each other’s yet again.
‘Happy Valentine’s Day darlin’.’
🧡💛💚💙💜🤎
#bucky valentines#galentinesday#valentines day#valentine#james bucky barnes#fluffy bucky#bucky smut#sebastian stan smut#winter solider smut#sebastian stan#bucky barnes smut#bi#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky fanart#bucky fanfic#fanfic#marvel fanfic series#marvel fanfiction#one shot#dom bucky barnes#friends to lovers#funny valentine
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thinking about how the ones who live is intentionally a love story and how everything that happens on screen functions to service that love story, and how they have done an incredible job at making that evident through rick's behavior. even (especially even) through rick's "programming" by the CRM.
he chopped off his own hand trying to escape and get back to michonne. and it didn't work. and he still did not give up.
in fact he was one hundred percent going to keep trying to escape forever ("I'm going home or I'm dying. that's it") until okafor revealed that he knew who his family was, how to find them, and that he'd kill them if rick ever escaped. that is the only thing that could get rick grimes to stop trying. okafor (and now jadis) is basically holding rick hostage by metaphorically holding a gun to michonne's head and threatening to pull the trigger if rick tries to get to her, or leave with her. which means he can never go home. he would never dare it. not if it meant risking their lives.
as a result he metaphorically killed himself. he says he "still decided to die" and in order to do that destroyed his letters to and sketches of michonne because as long as he had the hope of her he could not kill the part of himself that would try anything to get back to her. instead, he lets his mission become taking down the CRM to make the world a better place for her, without her ever knowing it.
even after he makes this decision, he still dreams of her - dreams of meeting her in a kinder world where he can casually propose on a park bench after meeting her once. he can never actually let her go of her.
from the moment he sees her again, every single thing he does is to keep her alive. from giving her a cover story and staging her crime scene on the spot, to immediately running interference with thorne. michonne is such an obvious, indisputable A, to the point where she cannot hide it despite making an effort. he knows the CRM would have killed her on site in that field, and are now watching her closely and can still decide to kill her at any time. his every waking moment is trying to think two steps ahead of them.
last episode, we saw rick step between michonne and the gun thorne was aiming at her. he also raised his gun on thorne when she reached for her knife to use against michonne. both times he covered it up by playing the part of a dutiful soldier (a role so completely against his character it horrifies michonne to witness it, just like it horrified rick to learn is dad did something so dishonest when he committed insurance fraud to save their family). everything he does - even becoming someone the love of his life cannot recognize- is to save her.
rick is standing between the metaphorical gun that okafor/jadis/the crm is pointing at michonne, his kid(s) and alexandria. when he says he belongs here and michonne doesn't, he's saying he already sacrificed himself (by metaphorically dying) so that he could take down the CRM, so she and everyone else could be safe. in his mind, it's too late for him - he's already caught, he's already gone, and he knows jadis has him by the neck. but he can get michonne out. even if it means making her hate him. it's the only way to protect her.
it's exactly what he did on the bridge - his life, his happiness, his needs, are always secondary to keeping his family safe. in that sense, rick grimes is very much still alive - doing this one last thing he can do to protect his family. I truly do not believe he is suddenly loyal to the CRM the way we see thorne has become. rather, he truly believes that he can never go home. all he sees is the huge, HUGE fucking gun pointed directly at michonne. if he leaves, there's no one to step in front of it. that is the how the CRM has him programmed. that's the mindset michonne will need to break him out of.
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A PSA
Okay I normally don't make posts about TERFs like these because I prefer to reblog them from trans people who know more about this stuff then I do but I just gotta say this, and if I'm being for fucking real I can't believe this even has to be said:
Stop posting screenshots of TERF posts and saying "op was a terf so I'm stealing this post! 🤪"
Seriously, stop it. You're not doing anything good by taking TERF talking points and reposting them to your blog. All you're doing is allowing TERF rhetoric to continue to spread and sanitizing it so that people become desensitized to it and don't recognize actual TERF rhetoric when they see it.
When you screenshot a TERF post and say "op was a TERF" all you are doing is validating TERF points whether you agree with them or not. Because every post a TERF makes, even if it seems benign, is connected to their rotten, transmisogynist ideology. You cannot divorce TERF statements from their true intentions. I think a lot of TMEs on this site really underestimate the fact that TERF is a harmful hate movement. Every statement a TERF makes, even if it seems harmless or actually feminist, is ultimately going to be tarnished by the fact that they are made with the intention of targeting trans women and wanting them dead. If a post is about how men are awful or are "raised" to be a certain way and is made by a TERF, then congratulations, you just found transmisogynistic rhetoric that is actually about trans women and their apparent "male socialization". If a post is about how lesbians should be allowed to not like men and how men are forcing themselves onto lesbians, but a TERF made it, then it's not actually a lesbian-friendly post. It is a transphobic post about how transfem lesbians apparently "prey" on cis lesbians(which they also think straight trans men are, let's make that very clear) by merely existing. Same for any post about the word queer or the beauty industry or periods or anything of the like. Even if they don't explicitly say it, TERFs are inherently lumping trans women in with(cishet) men and trans men in with women/lesbians and THAT is the true meaning of the post. You're not making it any better by reposting it from them.
TERFs know exactly how to make their posts seemingly benign and genuinely positive on the surface so that people get sucked in to thinking that they are truly for the feminist cause and actually have good points to make. But all of it ultimately serves the purpose of continuing transmisogyny, and when you post screenshots of their posts and go "I really wanted to reblog this post but op was a terf so I'm stealing it! 😇" all you are doing is giving terfs a platform and saying that we should listen to them. You're exposing trans women to beliefs and opinions of people who ultimately wish to harm them and do NOT have the same innocent intentions that you believe they have from looking at the post at first glance. You are not helping women. You are not helping feminism. You're internalizing TERF rhetoric, and you're allowing other people to internalize it, too.
It's one thing if you don't realize a post was made by a TERF before you reblog it, and then you delete it afterwards. But if you know someone is a TERF and intentionally repost their vile, sickening rhetoric wrapped up in pink feminist bows and go "I like the message of this post but op is a terf so 🤷🏾♀️" then you may as well be reblogging it directly from them, because you're still agreeing with TERFs at the end of the day.
What can you do instead? You can reblog feminist posts from amazing and intellectual trans women who actually are genuine about the cause and actually know what they're saying. They have way better views on feminism and misogyny and lesbophobia and the patriarchy then a radfem who thinks woman=vagina and man=penis ever will, trust me. Uplift their voices instead of stealing from conservative hate groups. It really is that simple.
#terfs dni#radfems dni#tw terf#anti-terf#trans#trans women#transmisogyny#lesbian#lesbophobia#transphobia#misogyny#patriarchy#feminism#op#as someone said on another reblog: 'there's a reason you found this on a terf blog. it is a terf post.'
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Tiffany G from the OTW Elections
Described trans women as angry and scary
Supports Chinese state censoring and believes that Ao3 is in the wrong for including content their censors ban, actively lies about what got it banned, includes state dog whistles
Said making Ao3 look good to 'external sources' and cleaning up its image by changing the ToS is a main concern
Ignores when the interviewer corrects her inaccurate statements and terminology, only talks about herself, and doesn't spare a kind word to her fellow runners
Doesn't know the basics of how Ao3 works, suggests implementation of things Ao3 already has
Describes herself as a 'fandom newbie' who's still seeing how things work, later states she's been with Ao3 from the start, these are incompatible statements
States Ao3 is used too much for 'adult works' and that something should be done to 'change this'
Says all underage works should be censored and removed, when asked how, claims she doesn't want them censored and removed, these are incompatible statements
Works for a governmental body, unknown if it's China, but Chinese users are worried she's trying to get into a position of power to leak identifiable data back to the state, this is about real people's safety
There is no doubt that if Tiffany gets in, she will attempt to gut everything on Ao3.
I want to ask Ao3 how the fuck they allowed this user into elections, considering she's been lying about her goals, going back on opinions, doesn't agree with Ao3's core statement, and doesn't know basic site functionality, something that should have cut her out of the running by Ao3's own eligibility standards.
She shouldn't be up for vote, she shouldn't be here at all.
Since people are saying weird things in the comments and dm's:
Is Tiffany G a CCP agent? No, and if you think that, touch some grass and take off the tinfoil hat.
The last point I consider far-fetched, but added it as it's a legitimate fear for c-fandom. If she gets into the board, this type of information will not be granted to her anyway.
Do I consider Tiffany G transphobic? I wouldn't accuse her of it just yet. What I do think she is, is ignorant in general, and in how to use her words. What she does come off as is callous, immature, and unprofessional, as was shown off in her response. I do not think her callback to 'how great she is with minorities' was appropriate in any manner, and the fact she didn't realise this is telling enough.
If she gets in, will she actually be able to do anything? Mostly, no, as this is a board of people. Short term, she will be annoying to other board members when getting things done, and a poor member overall due to her inexperience, immaturity, and lack of knowledge of how Ao3 and the otw works.
Should you still vote against her? FUCK YES GO VOTE NOW, she likely won't do shit on her lonesome but you don't even want to give these types of people an inch.
I don't care about anything else, but if a candidate cannot stand by Ao3's core tenet: maximum inclusivity, then they shouldn't be allowed to fucking run, especially when they are spreading misinformation about your site that they refuse to be corrected on. What is the point of having a mission statement when people who are actively against it can swan in.
"But we also want to make sure that only effective candidates who are really committed to the OTW get elected. Someone who isn’t familiar with the OTW tools and committees already would take a lot more time getting up to speed and slow down the work of the board." - Ao3 eligibility standards itself.
#ao3#archive of our own#tiffany g#otw elections#otw#good to know ao3 does fuck all to vet these people#axo natter
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An Open Letter to the Danger Days Tumblr Community:
Now that you’ve read that overdramatic title and are wondering who fucked up, I have something to say about the Danger Days Tumblr community: I Love You.
Danger Days was the first fandom I ever posted for on any site. All the way back in middle school (ho-ly shit). And let me tell you what I found out even way back when: this is not an easy fandom to be in.
For one, most people don’t even know it exists. For two, even less know it in the way it’s been cultivated on Tumblr. Almost every single person has such a niche interpretation of every little detail, that it’s impossible to draw a line through any two versions of the story. Which is a fact I personally love, but I also think it scares a lot of people away. You have to work to be in this fandom. Both as a passive and active fan. It requires patience and tolerance for disappointment.
But that’s exactly why I want to encourage everyone who creates and everyone who listens to Keep Doing That. Like I cannot stress this enough, that is what keeps this fandom and IP alive. Danger Days as a universe would be absolutely nothing without fan work (re: the California Comics), especially a decade later. Without fans who care about this story way more than it has warranted us to care, it would be six feet under. And sometimes I really think that’s what it deserves (and maybe the writers think that as well), but for the life of me I just can’t let that happen. I’ve tried to let this fucking thing go, believe me.
And funny enough, that exact feeling is evidenced by the community on this site too. Which has changed faces almost completely from what it was three years ago for better and less better in some cases. And it’s something I still struggle with adjusting to, but I look at the tag daily. I look everyone’s posts and blogs and art and effort. If you have posted even once in the dd tag my eyes have 100% seen it. So even if I still feel a little out of place, like a ghost of fandom’s past, at least I know everybody. And I know people feel the same way: No rest for the wicked.
When I reanimated from my fandom coma I was fully expecting to find that the community had gone extinct. Partially because all the blogs I used to frequent had straight up died in the three years I was gone. But I pulled up to the gates of the Danger Days tag like Rick Grimes outside of Alexandria, fully expecting to be devastated, only to find New People tilling the fucking field. And it didn’t matter that I now had no idea who any of you people were, it was The Most welcoming thing ever.
I’ll be the first to tell you this fandom bares almost no resemblance to the one I left, and I’m not going to lie and say it’s better now, but the foundation didn’t get blown away in the storm. That’s what I find uniquely profound. That everyone here still wants to try. And that makes me really want to try. And I’m sure everyone would agree that there is often little reward for the effort; but that’s precisely my point in saying all this shit. That even despite the not fun aspects, we all still clock in; and there’s a new post, headcanon, drawing, or fic every freaking day. It’s commendable, really.
If you’re lurking, or post sometimes but feel afraid to actually take a leap here because (the fandom is comparatively tiny to the greater MCR fandom) you’ll be way more out there, and the already established figureheads of the fandom will definitely see your stuff: post post post. This is my formal endorsement to Just Post That Shit. And Interact With That Shit. I spent a year gathering the courage to publish the tiniest thing while behind the scenes I literally wrote about 60+ works. You have to respect your own creativity and trust that other people will give it the time of day.
So do not feel crazy or discouraged about your ideas here! Like we literally need them to function, I would not be here if it wasn’t for all the people three years ago who just posted all their thoughts about Danger Days. About everything. Obscure or not. It’s truly a gift that this fandom has attracted people who are willing to work their brains because the original creators let it fall flat. I cannot tell you how much being in this fandom has actually helped me out in my writing and analysis skills.
So yeah. I fucking love this fandom, I love being in it and I love seeing that people are still stoking the flames. I wanted to say all this crap because I knew I’d be able to articulate it for the people who can relate but don’t want to be the first to say it. Which is okay, understandable. As I said earlier this fandom is like yelling your thoughts out into a very echoey room that only has a few people in it. So I’ll shout first and maybe it’ll make other people more comfortable to shout back.
#i tried to make this as easy to read as possible#this is also an open discussion btw. welcome to the fuckin conference room#we’re all on the council#danger days#mcr#ttlotfk#ttlofk#kobra kid#killjoys#the true lives of the fabulous killjoys#party poison#jet star#fun ghoul#danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys#cas types#long post
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Hi! Long time lurker here with some words of wisdom if you will. Gonna apologize in advance if it's too cutthroat, but know it's not directed at you with malice.
It's not your responsibility to cater to every person on the internet. It's not your responsibility to curate an image that makes other people accept you. All you can do is be yourself (whether that be actually you or your internet persona if you have one) to the best of your abilities. At the end of the day, who gives a fuck if someone is triggered by some offhanded comment? You kinda just have to think, "Sorry you experienced some unpleasant things, but I don't know you or your history."
Not your monkey, not your circus.
The issue with the internet today is that too many people are so fucking sensitive about context and self-imposed perceptions. Too many people have a victim complex with a snowflake mentality and it makes me want to blow my brains out everytime someone has a freaking melt down over something so little and once again self-perceived. To be honest, you shouldn't even have to apologize, but it's kind that you did.
From this moment onwards, I want you and anyone else who may read this to remember that it's literally not your responsibility to make anyone comfortable on your little corner of the internet. It's yours, post whatever the fuck you want. Anyone who attacks you is just a fuckin loser who can't cope with navigating life like an adult, or staying in a kids place if they're a minor.
I'm tired of seeing all this unnecessary discourse like we're a bunch of highschoolers or even worse, middle schoolers, jesus fucking christ. On that note, I hope you feel better, I'll be rooting for you from now until you decide to leave. Thanks for all of your hard work, and try not to let the bullshit bother you so much.
hello! 💕 i wasn't planning on answering any asks regarding this situation anymore but this ask really woke me up. i for one, totally agree with you and i have always had this mindset as well, like there's been plenty of times where i would scroll through social media and something would catch me off guard or even trigger me (which happens so rarely), but honestly guys, i don't care when this happens lmao, i just kept scrolling and forget about it in two minutes like i have so much on my mind in real life with my profession, i do not need something online to force itself into my peace and it's the internet, you will stumble upon something that might upset you.
I believe if you are on any social media site, you cannot expect everything to go according to plan, even considering you take the necessary steps and block certain tags (for example on tumblr) it can very much happen that you will still be exposed to it. at some point you have to realize that this world is not accustomed to you, nothing is, wether in real life nor online, you have to accept that there will always be different views and opinions that will piss you off or not align with you, make you mad or sad, but what you should never do in this situation is send hate or make it seem like a person is this awful individual.
you are not a good person if you bully people, and even if you show us all the awful things you had to go through in your real life, it is not an apology to bully people and you can attempt to make us feel bad, but i don't have sympathy for bullies, even if you were bullied yourself, especially then you should know how it feels like.
again anon, thank you so much! 💕 i was really questioning on how to behave on this blog anymore, it's a huge blog and i have found it to be a little overwhelming, but then I remember that my readers are the sweetest people out there and I know I have the best little corner on the internet here, with them by my side 💕 you really brought me back to reality, thank you nonnie.
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I’ve been on Tumblr for ONE YEAR!
Yes! I can’t believe it. Tumblr has become such an important part of my life, an essential process by which I watch and understand dramas -- that it’s insane to think that I’ve only been on the site for a year.
It was Old Fashion Cupcake that brought me here, off a recommendation from the incredible @isaksbestpillow, whose sideblog I followed for years at @kinounaniresource without my actually having created a Tumblr account. And then I watched OFC, and I was like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST WATCH (in a great way), and I needed to PROCESS, and I just threw together my blog, and that was it, and I was like, god, I feel better!, and maybe I should do this for other shows I watch.
And now, besides ALL the reviews and meta I’ve written, I have the Old GMMTV Challenge, learning about shows from Thailand, which literally connect me to my SE Asian heritage, which I would have never, ever expected. Plus, so, so many other shows that I would have never found out about on my own had it not been for my joining Tumblr. And I’ve used Tumblr to write Big Meta on themes across these shows that take me out of the vacuum of series and into bigger, more macro expanses of media. And I’ve discovered artists like Aof Noppharnach, Jojo Tichakorn, and others, ASIAN artists who have literally contributed goodness to my life for what they’ve given to me as an Asian-American in regards to how I see and understand the cultures from which I hail.
And -- I’ve met so many INCREDIBLE MUTUALS FROM THIS SITE (including literally in-person!). People I can literally call MENTORS (@absolutebl, @respectthepetty, @bengiyo!!!), FRIENDS, a COMMUNITY. Everyone everyone who comments on my OGMMTVC posts. Whoa. (Thinking of my first and loveliest mutual @the-nihongo-adventure, who gave me a lot of early recommendations on dramas and shared happinesses over our love for Cherry Magic -- I hope you’re well, friend!)
Anyway -- I cannot believe it’s only been a year, and I’m psyched to continue plugging away at the OGMMTVC and discovering new dramas as well. Yay!
(To the clowns: @bengiyo, @shortpplfedup, @lurkingshan, @wen-kexing-apologist, @ginnymoonbeam, @liyazaki, @elnotwoods, @kyr-kun-chan, @so-much-yet-to-learn, @emotionallychargedtowel, I hope I’m not missing anyone -- and everyone else who comments on the OGMMTVC posts and who hits me up in my DMs. I. LOVE. Y’ALL. Y’all are the reason why I stay around here.)
#holy shit it's only been a year lol#i hope i have many more years to come on this site#i'm not so hardened as to call it a hellsite yet but#maybe those days are coming
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do u have any sam rockwell films you'd recommend….
i've downloaded:
moon (seen before)
box of moonlight
confessions of a dangerous mind
everybody's fine
galaxy quest (seen before)
matchstick men (seen before)
seven psychopaths (seen before)
snow angels
three billboards (seen before)
mr right (looks so fucking silly i cant wait for this one)
trying very hard to download better living through chemistry and piccadilly jim but torrent sites r failing me
also i saw he's gonna be in another yet untitled martin mcdonagh film with oscar isaac and christopher walken… slay
i really liked mr right it was VERY silly but he and anna have such good chemistry in it
one i'd really recommend is Laggies! he plays a very tired very hot single dad and he and kiera knightly are extremely sexy together because they are sam rockwell and kiera knightly
The Way Way Back was cute, it's a coming of age film where babygirl plays a lifeguard at a water park who takes this kid under his wing for the summer and teaches him to give less of a fuck, he and maya rudolph flirt a lot and steve carell and toni collette are in it, also here are some choice reviews from letterboxd
let's see ummmmm oh Jojo Rabbit was great! i know a lot of people hate it but they're wrong (if you don't like it you're so correct and valid in your opinion), sam's really really excellent in it and he's blind in one eye and i have a big thing for that (he does play a nazi (who's gay for alfie allen and i assume just gay in general but mostly for alfie allen) which i do not have a thing for)
he stars in Choke as a sex addict which is a novel by chuck palahniuk and in the film adaptation sam plays a sex addict, it is not a good movie but sam rockwell does play a sex addict in this, the sex addict movie in which sam rockwell stars
admittedly there are a lot i haven't seen, here are a few that are on my list but aren't on yours:
- Fosse/Verdon (actually a mini series) where he plays the titular bob fosse and gets to show off his very real dancing skills, i've heard michelle williams is also amazing in it
- The Green Mile, based off the stephen king novel, where he plays a murdering psychopath
- The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (I just know he's in it idk what he does)
- The Winning Season, it looks cute, he plays the coach of a girls basketball team
- Richard Jewell, which had one of my favorite trailers I've ever seen, I believe he plays Richard Jewell's lawyer
i genuinely cannot recommend Blue Iguana EXCEPT for sam rockwell being in it, it is a terrible film, however according to letterboxd he and ben schwartz are making another film together so fingers crossed for that
there's so many more things he's been in but he should be in more things in fact i have a contract right here that says 'sam rockwell will be in everything i watch' but i can't get him to sign it no matter how many times i ambush him or break into his home
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hi dear President of the Logan Sargeant Worship Club. what are your favorite Logan selfies??? do let us know and do add commentary please... thank you
did not realize there was a logan sargeant worship club but happy to hear i am apparently the president. as always. thank you for entertaining my nonsense... i can definitely provide my favorite logan selfies with bonus commentary. my true purpose on this site
and you have fr come to the right person i have a separate folder in my camera roll for logan's selfies. separate as in separate from my main folder of logan pictures which is at... a cool 3.3k photos. still more than a third of my entire camera roll this guy
anyways here are The Selfies
call it recency bias call it being weak for logan on a boat call it whatever you want i like this one. wearing my favorite sunglasses and everything... the big white t-shirt... the scurff... all the moles on his neck... maybe i'm just obsessed with him. callum is also there hi callum
i legally cannot make a post about my favorite logan selfies without including this one. this was my lock screen for SO LONG. it does make a good lock screen fyi like bc he's all down at the bottom of the screen he doesn't get covered up at all... besides the point. surely you know how i feel about the Logan In New York Era (see my icon) but i love this picture. really good outfit imo bring it back
while i'm on new york here's this. the peace sign makes another appearance... as does. his affinity for horrible angles. he posted this one while i was in a bar for a show and i had a moment about it anyway (my friend laughed at me) then i threw myself headfirst into the mosh pit. good times take me back
whatever this black cap is he wears it a lot. backwards exclusively. it'll come back later. ANYWAYS. really good stuff spectacular work et cetera the gym will Also come back. first one is peak horrible selfie angle say hello to his eyelashes don't get to see those very much. i long to bite his neck
more logan and his buddies... more peace sign... more awkward little selfie smile. you will notice there is not a single smile with full teeth to be seen here. POINT IS I LIKE THESE ONES. the shirt he's wearing in the second one isn't he wearing that in some of the recent pics from ibiza... logan can you show me the inside of your closet. are there only three things in it (are you one of them) sorry
this is peak Tool Logan aka gym mirror pic. black backwards cap. Arm. I SHOULD'VE PUT THIS ONE IN THE ARMS POST... damn. well it's here now i like this selfie in spite of it's tool-ness and i want to eat him and and and
moving on.
black and white gym selfies specifically? he has some other black and white selfies that i did Not include because no. he seems partial to the b&w filter (esp recently) also shoutout benny. AND THE FUCKING PEACE SIGN AGAIN
speaking of benny. and peace signs. good shit. logan is so cute... emphasis on the second one bc he's wearing a mask but you can still tell he's smiling from his eyes... i love him so much. thank god he still did his hair to get on that plane. actually his hair is also done in every gym pic isn't it. What Is Your Problem Dude
his hair looks particularly Done in the home gp one. oh miami... my favorite sunglasses too... i love him so bad. it's so over
MORE PLANE. he's so cute. guy in hoodie guy in hoodie... and again with the hair. Alright. can't believe this guy ever buzzed his hair off considering how obsessed w it he is i remain to be convinced he lost a bet and had to do that
so not the point he's cute and i love this selfie and i want to kiss his face
all the same. he's so cute in this one too. and i like how his eyes look here... my baby my baby et cetera et cetera. why are you not looking at the camera what are you looking at why are your selfie angles so terrible YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE SO CUTE
backwards black cap. peace sign. bad angle. checking all the boxes in this one buddy... once again not looking at the camera but i still think he is perfect. every single time he posts a selfie it takes years off my life bc i am so horrendously down bad for him... draws a big red circle around his vaguely fucked up ear i love him so much
WOULD NOT BE A SELFIE COMPILATION WITHOUT THE TONGUE OUT IN THE GYM. still dying to know what the hell the motication was for this one. and a high angle for once? but like. put your tongue back in your mouth. slut
and these r included also for kicks. first one i mostly think he looks like an idiot and the other one is 90% dog. nice hand though (apologies i am not a dog person)
#ask#thank you all for entertaining my need to share logan pictures with commentary#truly the greatest use of my time#logan sargeant#i love all of his selfies very much and he should post more of them#show me ur pretty face logan
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hello!! i cannot put into words how obsessed with your writing i am! i’m sure you get this all the time but everything from the dialogue to the plot development to the character dynamics is absolutely insane. Seriously if i could write even half as well my ego would be so high it’s a miracle that you are so humble. Your soulmate series is genuinely the best series i’ve ever read on any site! I don’t know if this is odd to say but you write every character like they genuinely are your soulmate. If you said that you know them personally and intimately i would fully believe you. Obviously i have no clue what you do for a living but if it’s not writing you should 100% consider it because the world would be so much better off with more of your work.
I am so devastatingly interested in the shigarki route that you’re writing. His character arc is so interesting and he’s so complex that i’m buzzing with excitement to see what angle you approach while writing for him. Actually with the latest manga chapters, it’s so interesting how the core villains of the series have been denied humanity in some way by the general public and how that’s contributed to how they view themselves and the world (Shigarki especially). You captured that turmoil soo fucking well with Dabi’s route. I just know Shigarki’s chapter is gonna be what kills me.
Please take care of yourself!
!!!!!
>/////< ohhhhhh you are so very kind!!! it really means a lot to me that you would type all of this out to let me know!!!! especially that enormous compliment that it feels like i know the characters, geez!!! i am weaving all of your kind words into a tapestry to hang on my wall so that i can see it and feel all warm.
shigaraki rambling under the cut :)
goddd yes shigaraki is such a little weirdo and i've been so conflicted about where to go with him!!! he's difficult to write, esp. bc fanon and canon are very different; a lot of fanon grounds his behaviour when he's still incel-blue-hair-immature-gamer guy, and he's.............not even really mean? esp. not to the league??? rude, yes, but AFO has trained him to think of himself as an authoritative figure of respect, so of course when dabi is shit-talking tomura like he's just some guy, tomura is gonna get upset about that. he's mostly........pretty polite. eerily calm. not easily scared or startled.
but like. if you read a shigaraki fic, it's expected that he's gonna throw you around or steal your underwear, or something. so i'm nervous that some people are gonna read his route and think he doesn't sound like himself!!! and maybe he doesn't, but i tried v hard; i've reread a bunch of the manga and rewatched some of the anime to take notes about his dialogue and inflection, but i get nervous that bc he's not matching with popular fanon stuff that people are gonna be like "this is just [other character] in a shigaraki hat." but i try. shigaraki is a tough dude to write.
i've been reading shigaraki as being objectified (not in a sexy sense but in a literal sense) in the manga for a long time, so it's validating and awful to see all of these characters just fucking announce that shigaraki is a thing. feels weird, especially bc so much of the manga has been moving towards a message of a kinder humanity, even though i'm not certain hori is pulling that off as clearly as it could be. i worry, but shig is gonna come back to being tenko at the end, i think. i hope this comes across in his route!!!!
and ohhhhhh you had better take care of yourself!!! bc if shigaraki's route is gonna kill you, your funeral will be tonight!!!! (bad metaphor aside: shig's route is gonna be posted tonight, provided my beta reader gets back to me soon.)
thaaaaaaaaank you so much for enjoying my silly fic!!!! i hope the rest of it meets your expectations!!!!! xx.
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all my blogs are finally fully backed up so.
Matt is a fucking idiot. imagine being in charge of a website that advertises itself as the gayest place on the web when in reality all you do is sulk in your office being upset and whiny because people rightfully call you out on your hypocrisy, ignorance, neglect, and blatant bigotry.
there is a literal genocide happening that's been going on for years killing innocent people. a non-binary teen was beaten to death and the killers have basically gotten off free. and this fucking dumbass decides to worry about what people are saying about him online as if he isn't sitting in a pile of money like every other jackass CEO is dong. the fact Palestine isn't one of the listed trending tags on tumblr when i see news about it every 5 posts is ridiculous.
he's just like any other rich guy. he doesn't care about the wellbeing of others, thinks only for himself, puts others down when they feel threatened, and just wants more money.
tumblr stopped being a safe place for "outcasted" people years ago, even before the porn ban. in fact, maybe it never really was for outcated people. trans, black, and disabled users have been getting put down by this site for a very long time, and its fucking disgusting. this site literally houses the largest percentage of LGBT+ and disabled users i've ever seen if we're going by the polls where literally the option of cisgender and neurotypical is always under 1%. they literally are the reason this website still exist, because they've created their circles and safe spaces for them to feel comfortable sharing their life experiences and adventures through life.
most people on this site can't go a day in their real life without some form of harassment or hardship, they don't need that transferring to their digital life. every group of people deserves their own corner for them to have fun and get away from everything for a while. if that's taken away, you are left with people who are just throwing tantrums, and the actual users who made your site usable are now out there probably doing better than you and getting more respectable support than you will with your group of crying babies.
Matt is not a 13 year old kid running a GMod DarkRP server. Matt is not a 26 year old forum mod. he is a 40 year old CEO who is the founder of a well known blog creation site. he has an extremely important and powerful position, yet he is choosing to put his own immature feelings first before thinking about the safety of his own userbase that is literally used as this sites selling point.
the fucking audacity to do this shit to your own users that you literally use for a selling point when you won't even allow for certain tags to show up in the search because you claim for them to have sexual content meanwhile other tags are full of hatred, bigotry, and downright defamation of innocent people who just happen to live different lives is fucking gross. i absolutely cannot believe society and social norms have let the minds of people in power get this fucking bad. it's almost impressive, in a tortured lab monkeys way, not in an innovated and breakthrough way.
please protect all trans users, especially trans women/trans fems. please protect black users, disabled users, all people of color users, homeless/financially struggling users, harassed users, victims of assault users, Palestinian users, jewish users, any religious users-any user that you know for a fact could be thrown away by this bullshit system any day now, protect and take care of them, and make sure they know you'll always be there no matter what.
this post will be rebloggable because i want to pass these links.
palestine related links:
arab.org
gofundmes
esims
PCRF
funds for gaza
POC related links:
BHM mutual aid
american indian college fund
black family mutual aid
trans related links:
freedom oklahoma
transformationskc
trans liberation
suggestions for more plus any corrections are appreciated. reblogging and replying to add your own links for mutual aid and donations is extremely acceptable and encouraged. i apologize if anything in this is worded incorrectly.
if this is taken down despite me being a cis straight chick, you know why.
#the bun talks#god my brain is fried#anyway for my mutuals if i DO get fucked over from this#my carrd has links to my other socials
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“The immediacy of punishing QAnon’s conspiratorial actors or incarcerating men who purchase sex under ‘End Demand’ paradigms is seductive because it can deliver dependable results: specific perpetrators detained, criminal legal justice served. Both US right-wing politicians and liberal feminists can position themselves as paternalist caretakers of violated women and children, while the drag and drift of broader structural inequalities is allowed to proliferate without restraint” (p. 13).
Schwarz, C. (2023). Theorising human trafficking through slow violence. Feminist Theory, 24(4), 535-554.
Fucking love this quote from a paper I had to read for a sociology class, like it so clearly describes what pisses me off about so much of the discourse on this site.
“The immediacy of punishing QAnon’s conspiratorial actor…”
The right’s immediate jump to attribute conspiracy theory type groups (aka Jews) as the cause for human trafficking
“…incarcerating men who purchase sex under ‘End Demand’ paradigms…”
The radical left’s immediate jump to attribute Evil Dangerous Sex-Crazed Men as the cause for human trafficking
“…is seductive because it can deliver dependable results: specific perpetrators detained, criminal legal justice served.”
The jumping to point blame is seductive because both fucking sides are obsessed with quick “justice.” It doesn’t matter if their idea of “justice” attacks meaningless or imaginary individuals who hold no actual power as long as it brings the quick satisfaction of “justice”. It doesn’t matter if their idea does nothing to actually get to the root of the problem, if it ACTUALLY HARMS the very people they say they are standing up for, as long as they get the emotional gratification of watching someone else suffer in return. This is the kind of “justice” I see from both sides.
“Both US right-wing politicians and liberal feminists can position themselves as paternalist caretakers of violated women and children…”
Both fucking sides are obsessed with painting women and children as helpless victims who cannot even think for themselves, let alone advocate for their own rights. Yes, let’s ignore the voices of the actual victims involved because they are just so traumatized and couldn’t possibly know what’s best for them… Both sides are obsessed with virtue-signaling, with being the “heroes”
“…while the drag and drift of broader structural inequalities is allowed to proliferate without restraint.”
And while all this back and forth fighting of who’s actually the “Bad Guys” goes on, of who’s really being the heroes, the actual problems go ignored. The problems created by colonialism and capitalism such as systemic forces of racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, etc. are completely forgotten about or dismissed. Even when most often, so many of the problems in today’s world can be attributed to these structural inequalities.
This is how every single discourse is structured on this site.
There’s one side who believes a certain group is the “Bad Guys” while the other side believes it’s someone else. Meanwhile, nothing gets improved for the actual issue at all whatsoever.
Half yall say Israel and every single Jew are the true “Bad Guys” in the I/p conflict, and go around harassing every Israeli and Jew you can in the name of “justice”. Half yall say Palestine and every single Muslim are the true “Bad Guys” in it, and go around being islamophobic as fuck. Yall ignore actual Israeli and Palestinian victims that tell you this does absolutely fucking nothing to address the actual problems and yall ignore them
It’s the same with trans and queer discourse. Half yall say trans women are “Bad”, half yall say it’s trans men. Half yall promote femininity and shit on masculinity and vice versa. Half yall say it’s the “too queer “queers with the weird pronouns taking away our rights, half yall say it’s actually the cishet aroaces that aren’t “really” queer. Meanwhile, our rights are being taken away left and right because we’re too busy infighting over who’s really “Bad” or not instead of fighting the system that is actively oppressing us.
It’s just so tiring to constantly see individuals fighting individuals over every single issue as if it’s not a whole ass system we gotta dismantle.
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listen, I… the red triangle is used by Hamas to identify targets? That they’re going to kill? How is saying that a survivor of the shoah should be murdered by Hamas not Jew hating by your standards? Why are you bending over backwards to defend heritageposts, a guy who recently literally made a huge list of Jews he didn’t like with that fucking ‘Zionist blocklist’ bullshit? Listen, I get it, you’re a goy, so the only form of Jew hatred you think exists is nazism, but I’m a mizrachi Jew, and I don’t take kindly to people claiming that Islamic fundamentalism is not Jew hating. I hope you actually start listening to Jews instead of the people who hate us
hi. the website i was given to read up on the red triangle did not mention hamas anywhere in the main body of the text.
there was a section mentioning how it was used by "palestinian resistance fighters" in videos showing their "daily operations against invading Israeli forces" to highlight what they'd done, but most of the article focused on the idea of non-palestinians looking at and seeing the destruction caused by israel:
i have since been informed that this site is biased and very pro-hamas, and have re-read it with a more critical eye.
(i will also add the caveat that while this is no excuse, it was around 1 am after a day of errands and preparing to move when i read this and was replying to things last night. i was very tired and not absorbing information as well as i could have been. i should not have been talking about things like this in that condition, but i have to add the context that it probably affected my reasoning. so i should add that i also re-read that article with a more awake eye.)
and i still dont like heritageposts, but the fact remains that my information in the original post was factually wrong. ("i cannot think of any other reason they would use the upside down triangle in this context except to wish the holocaust or similar on this man.") my disclaimer was meant to reflect that. "thus, heritageposts may not have been invoking the holocaust as i assumed." this intentionally leaves room for them to be lying about their intentions, and for audience interpretation. it also specifically is about them invoking the holocaust, not antisemitism in general. that disclaimer doesnt mean they didnt still say something fucked up. that means i may have been wrong about what they were invoking.
i still think its fucked up to wish for someone to get bombed, even if they are a horrible person and a murderer. (i dont believe in capital punishment in the first place, even for types of people i hate.) but i was trying to be factual and keep accidental misinformation from spreading. that was my intention with the edit, just as my intention with the original post was to keep people from uncritically getting their news from a possible antisemite.
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Marc Spector- the lies we tell ourselves au
its finally his turn-let's get into it prev/next
might be late for a disclaimer but in my tlwto au posts, it's half a deep dive into the canon character and half how that will impact how they appear in my fic. I'm bringing this up specifically for marc, because I see him as a mess trying to hide that he's a mess. and that portrayal will be ramped up to 11. not because I don't think marc is traumatized enough, but because he is. and I want to see how far I can push it before that façade breaks and he has to actually confront his traumas and maladaptive behavior, rather than just continuing on like it's not happening. everyone can see that marc is affected, except for himself as he keeps going on about being fine, or his feelings not mattering because there are more important things going on. there will be no more hiding or deflections. he's going to lose that control-hence the title of the first part of the au-no control
anyway to actually start this-I realize I use this metaphor a lot but marc is an open gaping wound bleeding all over the place and onto everyone. who thinks he's not because he put a band aid on, even though that band aid is soaked through and barely covers the wound. that bandage being pretending there's nothing wrong, especially since steven hadn't fronted in awhile. allowing him to marry layla and think maybe he's over the hard part.
in my fic, marc will be more closed off, more mean, prone to being defensive and deflective. physical problems are no issue to him, it's the emotional ones that send him to the hills. I never like to think of the end of a season being the end of all problems. that any issues brought up will be fixed and they don't have to worry about it anymore. meaning that while this au takes place after the first season, marc and steven's relationship will be closer to what it's like at the beginning of season one. one good conversation isn't going to immediately fix how marc has been thinking and treating steven for the years before season one. it's a start, but nowhere close to the end. they get along better, but it's not great.
now that steven is aware of their disorder, marc will use him as another method of hiding. steven likes to talk out problems and marc does not. if steven tries, marc will tend to just abandon the conversation midway by ducking from the front. he's not interested in healthy communication and tends to default to just ignoring the issue to steven's frustration. they can have conversations that are important but if it comes any closer to things that marc has difficulty talking about, like their mother, then it's over.
this plays into the guilt he carries because he's fucking up over and over. but then he can never actually learn from the mistakes as he won't let himself. tackling his own feelings about something that happened is part of making up for it. and because he's avoidant, he can never get to that part because he doesn't want to confront the hard stuff. which ties directly into his issues with self degradation and self-hatred. everything about that can be tied straight into his childhood and how he was treated. both by his mother, and in this au, bullies and other adults who failed him. his mom instilled in him this belief that he's evil. that he's the reason bad things happen.
and with the others, being treated like there's something inherently wrong with him, something that cannot be fixed. being ostracized and looked down on. and he grow up with that and believes it to be true. in adulthood, he ends up proving his mother right (in his eyes) as he feels blame and guilt for what happened at the dig site and every death afterwards. literal proof that he hurts people and maybe that's all he's ever been good for. his dad doesn't help combat this belief, but adds to it. as he never did anything concrete to help marc, marc starts to believe that maybe he deserves it as not even his own father would help him.
out of all them he has the most attachment to being jewish, because of his dad. an attachment that comes to him in moments of distress almost as if he's still trying to get his dad to care about him just a little more. the complicated feelings of being raised jewish and genuinely believing in everything that comes with, while also trying to prove to his father that he deserves to be cared about. (doesn't make him any less jewish just having a neglectful father who is also a Rabbi might result in a little religious trauma, especially once you add khonshu to the mix)
side note: i dont think steven has an attachment either way. like he knows he was raised jewish, but is more focused on the Egyptology stuff and jake probably cares a little bit also but is more focused on the culture that comes from being latino hence speaking spanish
I've mentioned the idea of loneliness in both steven and jake posts and for marc I think he'd be used to it. in the way that he doesn't necessarily notice that he is. due to his issues in childhood he didn't have many friends. and not any that were long-lasting. self-isolation is what he's used to. the lack of validation and dealing with emotions from his parents has led to him having to self-soothe. being by himself and dealing with himself is his bread and butter.
when he meets layla, she gets the brunt of that. he wants her to love him, wants to be around her but doesn't know how. and because of that pesky self-hatred, he cannot let himself be happy. constant self-destructive behavior getting in the way. there's a fear of happiness at play as well, because he knows how quickly it can leave. that fear has been validated over and over, as the people he loves either hurts him or leaves. while also having to battle his savior complex that I think stems from failing to save randall. he couldn't save his brother, but now that he has to the ability to save others he'd be damned if he lets anyone else get hurt. even at a cost to himself.
that cost to himself is doing something that he hates over and over again, simply because he thinks it's better for everyone else. he wants to help people and wants to save them. he can do that with khonshu. he can hate himself more and more, every time he has to take a life, but if it helps then it's necessary. plus, marc should be used to killing people, he's done it since childhood. that fact being drilled into him for years, that he killed his brother. he already thinks of himself as a murderer, he's reaffirming what he already thinks.
and having khonshu and the suit adds to the guilt. because he does enjoy the safety that comes with having it. that he cannot be hurt anymore if he has it. and he can finally, actually protect himself which he was unable to do as a kid (not realizing that jake has been doing that for a long ass time)
and speaking of jake, I can imagine marc being really angry at jake for being a gatekeeper. he understands where he's coming from because he did the same to steven. he's more angry at the fact that jake has more control over what memories go where and who can front. marc has thought of himself as being the "main" so he thinks he has the more control when it comes to the disorder. which is partly true because he's known about it longer, but being the host doesn't make him more in charge than anyone else. he's mad at again having to confront that maybe he doesn't have as much control as he's always thought. don't want to get too into it as that's what no control is about.
and that aspect of being a control freak comes again from the self hatred and not thinking he deserves happiness. at least this way he can kinda control it instead of being blindsided when bad stuff happens. for example he's hesitant to name the second fish that steven got because then he might get attached and if hes attached then bad things will happen. he thinks he ruins everything he touches. which leads to the belief that his alters are better than him. nobody wants marc spector when they could have the well adjusted steven or the charming jake. at the end of the season, they no longer have khonshu. and marc sees the suit as his only defining feature. so without that, what's the point of him? we see this with him making the deal with steven to give up the front and disappear. in my au, marc tries to do this, fronting less and less and just letting steven take charge.
to talk more about au specifics, in the second part where the littles are introduced, it makes marc spiral like crazy. the anger at jake rears it's ugly head again for not knowing what the hell happened. for not knowing what's actually going on in his head. that their are aspects of himself that he doesn't know and would never know about.
because part of marc still thinks of himself as the original and doesn't yet recognize there is no original. its not marc creating these personalities or sections of himself, but a result of never fully having formed a personality/identity in the first place. marc has to come to terms with being the host but he doesn't get the most authority. everyone is equal for the most part, even if some have less autonomy i.e. the littles
for rose, I can imagine marc being kind of disturbed by her when he meets her. as rose is the youngest of them all and barely speaks. he's looking right at the fact that he doesn't know as much as he thought (and why is she a girl?) and he cant do anything for her, he cant fix it. a confrontation with his savior complex.
for leo there is an instant mutual dislike between them. but he doesn't understand where the animosity comes from. marc trying to talk to leo is like talking to a distressed feral cat. he's getting clawed even if they aren't in the same room and marc hasn't done anything. and marc lackd' the gentleness and patience that is needed to get to know those feral cats. but they learn to get along eventually and marc starts to realize it's more abt leo's own complexes than it is about marc, even though he is "at fault" for some of it.
when it comes to the parents, marc hates his mom but he also loves her as he remembers what it was like before and knowing that it didn't have to be that way, mourning both the loss of his mother and the permanent loss of his hope that things could have gone back to where they were before. even if he knows logically that was never going to happen.
meanwhile when it comes to his dad its anger. anger at the fact that his dad never did anything to stop their mom. it's hard to be anything but angry with someone who actively put you in danger and didn't try to stop it. he's thankful for the therapy (not really but it was an attempt) but that never erased the monster in the walls that he tried to excuse at every opportunity. marc thinks he's an enabler and being sad and looking sad doesn't cut it. his dad he could've tried something, anything at all to actually protect marc but didn't. and part of that enabling and neglect led to other traumas that marc doesn't know about (yet)
in conclusion, marc has a lot of complex traumas leading to extreme maladaptive behavior that he tries to ignore. but ignoring it can actively make it worse until it all explodes in his face. he cares so much. and he wants to help people but often gets in his own way. is actively the most sensitive of them all, but he cannot come to terms with that and tries to bury it. not knowing how to express vulnerability and weakness or how to open up due to how he was raised. he doesn't like hurting people, but believes it's what he's good at. wants to make up for everything that he's done but doesn't know where to start. or even if he deserves the redemption (he doesn't need redemption as he's not a villain but he doesn't understand that yet)
the lies we tell ourselves au masterpost
#tlwto au#marc spector#marc spector meta#moon knight system#steven grant#moon knight#jake lockley#moon knight thoughts#moon knight fanfic#my writing#current wip#writers on tumblr
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okay, i'm going on a rant and i might make enemies but honestly this has been brewing inside me for weeks and i can't hold it in anymore.
i've seen a lot of content lately (and this is no one in particular, just a general trend) of people getting mad when fanfic writers 1) try to monetise their craft and 2) try to link their ko-fi/patreon/what-have-you to ao3. the general consensus seems to be that this endangers ao3 as a platform, that these "gen z-s" who aren't scarred by anne rice don't know the risks they're taking, that everyone will get sued, etc.
now, for the record, i do not put my own ko-fi in my a/n-s because a) i do want to respect the rules and, b) i don't really need to make money from ff, but:
i wish people would mind their own fucking business sometimes. if someone wants to take the risk to monetise their work because they need to, then that is their risk to take, not yours. stop acting as though Money Is The Devil. money allows people to put a roof over their heads and food on the table. i've always found it sort of ironic that ao3 keeps lamenting every year about their struggles re:staff turnover and lack of diversity when only very fortunate people with a lot of time on their hands can actually afford to dedicate hundreds of hours of their time to allow them to function. not everyone can afford to work/do art for free. and, sure, we can all agree capitalism is bad but also that is the world we live in. you want to change it? revolt. have a revolution. don't report people to a fucking website.
this is tied to my first point but when it comes to links on ao3 specifically, just because AO3 has been the best site so far, doesn't mean it cannot be questioned ever. for the record, i love ao3. i think it's a great website. it's a fantastic idea. but, after spending an evening looking through their public accounting (yeah, i'm ✨fun✨ like that), i have loads of questions about the hundreds of thousands of dollars they seem to be hoarding year on year and refusing to reinvest to "keep it safe". ao3 as a website are extremely risk-averse in their functioning. that is their ethos. and, it can be a good thing (i'm not denying that) but that can also be a bad thing. we should at least be allowed to publicly debate certain decisions without being called "traitors" who want to bring the website down. it's healthy to debate.
for the love of jesus, mary, joseph and all of the people of jerusalem, stop telling people that if they make money off fanfic they will get sued and die. first of all, the legality of the monetisation of fanfiction is a lot more complicated than tumblr discourse makes it out to be. i don't want to go into too much detail because i have a life but know that: just because you monetise, doesn't mean you will get sued (and lose). at the same time, just because you do not monetise doesn't mean you won't. since these people love quoting anne rice as an example, i will say this: the people who got cease and desist letters, as far as i know, were not monetising. that is because monetisation is one of four factors related to the fair use exception, not The Only One. this is me making an educated guess here but i suppose that when they refuse to monetise, ao3 is actually just protecting itself and its users (again, that ngo, risk-averse strategy). they are not only leveraging that in a potential fair use argument, they are also taking a gamble that the lack of monetisation will discourage lawsuits. this may come as a shock but very few sane people sue each other for no money. it is thus safer not to monetise fanfiction, but not safe. making people believe in that dichotomy is misleading.
building on the above, i think the misunderstanding here comes from the fact that ao3 has become so mainstream and has outdone itself so much that the use of it has superseded its primary purpose. ao3 sees itself as an archive first and foremost, not as a reading tool/content host. its purpose is the safekeeping of History, which is why it's so risk-averse. but, that might not be what we need anymore as a collective. i don't know. but the idea that AO3 is going to get sued and disappear immediately if people start profiting from fanfic is flimsy at best. ff.net runs ads and monetises, so do tumblr and wattpad. they're fine. yes, it is a more difficult position to defend, but not an impossible one. tumblr even lets you put your fanfiction behind a paywall if you want, and the money transits through them. sure, that means that their terms of service push the responsibility onto you to respect copyright laws and defend yourself if you get sued (it's obviously a very different business model) but it is a thing. the fear-mongering about the doomsday of ao3 if anyone at all sought to question their system is ridiculous.
which brings me to my next point: stop blaming this on gen z. who allegedly don't remember what it was like "before," when we all swam in a sea of cease and desist letters and fanfiction websites were collapsing left, right and centre. this is not the first time i make this point online but why are we, millennials, turning into our parents, questioning young people's capacity for intelligent reasoning? even if the above was a realistic picture of the 00s, it was twenty years ago. times have changed. fanfiction has become democratised. we do not know what would happen if people started earning money off fanfiction. we don't know that they would get sued. if they did get sued, we don't even know what would actually happen because very few fic-like cases have been litigated. so let's just step back and let people do what they want.
lastly, a lot of people seem to think that bringing money into fanfic (even the smallest amount) would ruin their enjoyment of it, and would ruin the whole medium altogether. i understand this, i feel it sometimes myself. but, that's sort of a me problem, isn't it? we are projecting our own issues about how we feel money would decrease our enjoyment of fanfic onto other people. but that's for them, not us, to decide. to each their own.
and, bonus point: this is HP specific but if you are one of those people who only buys merch off etsy creators because you don't want JKR to profit and then scream at fanfic creators for trying to monetise, you are making literally no logical sense.
which is all to say: the conversation about the monetisation of fanfiction is a fascinating one, and a very complicated and nuanced one. there is no black and white. i have doubts myself and i have been thinking about these things for a long time. i do still feel very uneasy about the idea of the exploitation of someone else's property by another without their consent. it's tough. but i think it's important to sometimes get off our high horses and see both sides of a story, and feed intelligent discourse, not fear-mongering.
#rantover, thanks for coming to my ted talk.
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