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dootznbootz · 7 months

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Odysseus was afraid the entire year on Aeaea in the Odyssey.

Content warnings: Rape, Sexual Coercion, Sexual assault, Sex Work, power dynamics, this will also be long as fuck as I talk too much. This is NOT a "Circe the Goddess Hate Post". I call her out but that's it. I tried to keep this neutral but still making a point (Let me know if I gotta put more)

Lots of lovely folks on here have written great essays on what Calypso did to Odysseus as it's soooo blatantly obvious there. It literally states how he cried every day and how he flinched from Calypso, very straightforward on how he was explicitly raped.

But I've noticed that a lot of people are always iffy about Circe's situation (understandably so, it's not so in your face.) She's usually always mentioned in the "Odysseus never cheated! He was raped!" posts but then the evidence is only ever given against Calypso, and then mentioning how you can't say no or disobey the orders of an immortal and how it was in exchange for freeing his men.

WHICH IS ALL CORRECT!!! But!!!

There ARE immortal/mortal couples who genuinely love each other. Dionysus and Ariadne, and Eros and Psyche are examples. Apollo and Hyacinthus. Psyche indeed becomes immortal eventually and in some versions, both Hyacinthus and Ariadne do too. But even while mortal themselves, their immortal lovers still remained respectful and loving towards them and definitely doted on them. There are definitely power dynamics at play here but there's some nuance.

Odysseus and Circe's relationship, however, is very different. We all know he slept with her at the very least once. And that was in exchange for his men being returned to humans. That was the only time it was explicitly stated. With Calypso, it tells you every night he was enchanted and slept beside her. It was the narrator speaking but Odysseus is the narrator now and it's his story. If you think he lied, this probably won't change your mind anyway.

But even if it was a one-time thing, (which isn't the only interpretation and I will have points that talk about others) then why did he stay a year? What was he doing?

I'm doing a deep dive into the year he spent on Aeaea based on evidence in Book 10 and then the beginning of Book 12. Step by step, and honestly I'm writing this for Tumblr, not as a thesis so I will be a bit more casual but still using sources. To me, it's very obvious that he was uncomfortable throughout the text simply based on the language that is used. But it's very subtle and not an outright statement of "He's been crying every day."

BTW, just so we're clear, this is not a "Circe is the root of all evil, etc." type of post.

This isn't meant to villainize her. She's an immortal being and in mythology that changes things. Everybody is morally gray. I genuinely think if we were to ask her feelings on it, she'd probably be like "Oh, yeah! Turned his men into pigs! Strange little man he was." I don't think she gave a flying fuck.

I just simply get pissed tf off when people think Odysseus was fine. It honestly disturbs me how often I'll go on other websites YouTube and see everyone call him a whore and a womanizer. It's sexism at its finest because 1.) "MaN AlwAyS wAnTs sEx" and 2.) women can't rape/coerce. THIS IS SIMPLY TO LOOK INTO HIS FEELINGS ABOUT IT.

This is also only for Homer's Odyssey, using different translations. If you want to discuss this, (I'd be happy to! Just be nice!) DON'T BRING UP ANY OTHER WORKS.

With all that out of the way, come yell with me 🤗

I've read multiple translations, as I know there's going to be bias depending on who's translating. And having done so, each one has basically the same situations described the same so that's nice for consistency. Also, there are some parts in the story that are vague and that we'll never have answers to.

Odysseus first simply sees the smoke from her chimney and then sends his men in, after drawing lots Eurylochus leads half of the men to check out the house. I mentioned here vaguely how the 2 immortals he sleeps with are both introduced while singing and weaving, which could be seen as an enchantment (which to me is most likely. They both possess magic and are goddesses). So I'm just gonna move past that. Just take a peek and come back or just know that enchantment was likely.

Next, I'll see people often joke on Tumblr about how

"Odysseus says that Polites is his best friend yet only mentions him once!"

I think Odysseus mentions his best friend, the one to jubilantly go in first, to show WHY he would go through with this. How much these comrades mean to him. That's his best friend, and there are approximately 20 others who are now pigs as well. Could you knowingly leave one of your best friends to live a life like that knowing you could've done something?

[...]Circe—and deep inside they heard her singing, lifting her spellbinding voice as she glided back and forth at her great immortal loom, her enchanting web a shimmering glory only goddesses can weave. Polites, captain of armies, took command, the closest, most devoted man I had: ‘Friends, there’s someone inside, plying a great loom, and how she sings—enthralling! The whole house is echoing to her song. Goddess or woman—let’s call out to her now!’ So he urged and the men called out and hailed her. She opened her gleaming doors at once and stepped forth, inviting them all in, and in they went, all innocence.

(Fagles, Book 10)

In the Odyssey, it's never mentioned why she turns people into animals. I think they were turned into pigs because, throughout the Iliad and Odyssey, Odysseus is often associated with boars. His men are associated with him, therefore: 🐖 Piggy. From what we know, the lads were just eating her food. With how much Xenia and hospitality are a large part of the story, they probably thought they were safe. They were GUESTS. This is especially welcome after the Cyclops and the Laestrygonians. And it literally says "All innocence". They were simply naive.

Then Eurylochus runs back, so terrified that he couldn't speak at first. He then begs Odysseus to just leave the men behind. Odysseus has shown that he does TRY to save his men when it is truly not reckless to do so.

But I shot back, ‘Eurylochus, stay right here, eating, drinking, safe by the black ship. I must be off. Necessity drives me on.’

(Fagles, Book 10)

Then the famous warning from Hermes. I've seen folks bring this up when talking about this. YES, he is literally commanded by Hermes to not refuse her if he wants his men back in basically every translation. It sounds like Circe was warned as well. When? We don't know, but it sounds like Hermes didn't pick "sides" here.

Strange that he was still like, "Sleep with each other" to both, because he could've been like, "Circe, there's this guy named Odysseus. When he comes to this island, change his men back." But who knows, maybe it was Circe's idea from the beginning and Hermes went along with it. Just food for thought.

Now here’s your plan of action, step by step. The moment Circe strikes with her long thin wand, you draw your sharp sword sheathed at your hip and rush her fast as if to run her through! She’ll cower in fear and coax you to her bed— but don’t refuse the goddess’ bed, not then, not if she’s to release your friends and treat you well yourself. But have her swear the binding oath of the blessed gods she’ll never plot some new intrigue to harm you, once you lie there naked— never unman you, strip away your courage!’

(Fagles, Book 10)

But that doesn't explain why he was there for a year afterward! Nor if he himself was okay with it, which is what I'm trying to delve into as he wasn't.

Also the knife thing? She's still immortal. It was meant to startle her. Her dad is Helios. Odysseus would've been toast, literally.

Also note this exchange wasn't a "Yippee! Hermes says I'm going to get laid!".

...just approaching the halls of Circe, my heart a heaving storm at every step, paused at her doors, the nymph with lovely braids— I stood and shouted to her there. She heard my voice, she opened the gleaming doors at once and stepped forth, inviting me in, and in I went, all anguish now …

(Fagles, Book 10)

Another translation by Ian Johnston, (they all say the same thing essentially but trying to make a point.)

I continued on to Circe’s home. As I moved on, my heart was turning over many gloomy thoughts. After I had walked up to the gateway of fair-haired Circe’s house, I just stood there and gave a shout. The goddess heard my voice. She came out at once, opened her bright doors, and invited me inside. I entered, heart full of misgivings.

HE👏WAS👏SCARED! The tone is solemn and suspenseful. He was just told that without Hermes' help with the root, he wouldn't be able to survive and bring back his men. Circe was dangerous.

He made her swear not to harm him.

Straightaway she began to swear the oath that I required—never, she’d never do me harm—and when she’d finished, then, at last, I mounted Circe’s gorgeous bed …

(Fagles, Book 10)

Please note that she NEVER promised that to his men. His comrades did NOT have moli in their systems. He had no way of truly ensuring their safety in any way from Circe.

He then refuses to eat or speak, literally "lost in grim forebodings". If he "just got laid", then why isn't he happy? Not many men can say that a goddess CHOSE to have sex with them. He did it to get his men turned back. It was an exchange. I don't think Circe is "Evil" so maybe it slipped her mind. Or yes, she could've thought, "Hey, I got what I wanted. He's handsome enough. Homer never shuts up about how hot this guy is He hasn't brought up the pigs yet. I'll just let this play out. Maybe HE forgot. I don't have to do anything." We don't know. But Odysseus probably felt like he got deceived.

"Hey, I did my part of the deal. I slept with you. Now do yours."

She pressed me to eat. I had no taste for food. I just sat there, mind wandering, far away … lost in grim forebodings. As soon as Circe saw me, huddled, not touching my food, immersed in sorrow, she sidled near with a coaxing, winged word: ‘Odysseus, why just sit there, struck dumb, eating your heart out, not touching food or drink? Suspect me of still more treachery? Nothing to fear. Haven’t I just sworn my solemn, binding oath?’

So she asked, but I protested, ‘Circe— how could any man in his right mind endure the taste of food and drink before he’d freed his comrades-in-arms and looked them in the eyes? If you, you really want me to eat and drink, set them free, all my beloved comrades— let me feast my eyes.’ So I demanded.

(Fagles, Book 10)

He doesn't trust her despite what she had told him that he should when they sleep together. He has figured out that while she will not hurt him, his men were not a part of that oath, the men he was trying to protect in the first place.

She is then moved by how they rejoice when they see one another again. While turning people into animals for funsies isn't cool and coercion is fucked up, I think she comes to see this group as not quite friends but I think she did find them entertaining in a way.

This is very strange but I've seen some folks say that since Odysseus was pissed at Eurylochus for still not believing him about Circe is proof that "Oh he was trying to defend her!". Which??? Uh, Eurylochus was literally questioning his leadership as a whole. Calling him reckless and shit. He is captain and he's the King, he can't let that shit slide. The text literally says "Mutinous". Also if I had to sleep with someone I did not want to especially if it was to save my friends and I got called names afterward I'd get fucking pissed too.

Only Eurylochus tried to hold my shipmates back, his mutinous outburst aimed at one and all: ‘Poor fools, where are we running now? Why are we tempting fate?— why stumble blindly down to Circe’s halls? She’ll turn us all into pigs or wolves or lions made to guard that palace of hers—by force, I tell you— just as the Cyclops trapped our comrades in his lair with hotheaded Odysseus right beside them all— thanks to this man’s rashness they died too!

They stay a year. Again it's never stated that Odysseus slept with her that whole time. You could interpret that. (Honestly, I feel Circe would get bored with him? She's a goddess, she's got more important matters than mortal men. And she definitely doesn't love him.)

His men DO have to bring it up that "Odysseus has forgotten his native land." Maybe they thought they could sneak out without her knowing??? I am fucking REACHING but hold on as Telemachus did because he knew Nestor would well, be Nestor and try to coax him with "Have a meal with us! Let me tell you about how badass I used to be in my youth." But to sneak away from a goddess? Without her permission? That won't end too well. Aeolus in the beginning kicked out Odysseus when he tried to ask for another bag of wind. If she didn't want him around, she could literally boot him out. While she didn't force him to stay like Calypso did, she didn't "release" him either.

We don't know if they've been asking for a long time. Odysseus does say to Circe that they have been begging him nonstop, but he could also be saying that to try and convince her. He's good at persuasion. I think while he knew he could rely on her for food, shelter, and good advice, he still didn't feel...SAFE with her. I think he was possibly avoiding her personally.

I think HOW he asks her to leave is important to know as well.

...but I went up to that luxurious bed of Circe’s, hugged her by the knees and the goddess heard my winging supplication: ‘Circe, now make good a promise you gave me once— it’s time to help me home. My heart longs to be home, my comrades’ hearts as well. They wear me down, pleading with me whenever you’re away.’

(Fagles, Book 10)

Throughout all of Homer's works, the characters grasp another's knees when they are desperate and are literally at the other person's mercy. Priam did when begging Achilles for Hector's body back. The man who literally killed his son and was defiling his body by dragging it around. Leodes grabs Odysseus' knees to beg for his life before Ody kills him. If he saw her as a friend, and not a captor, WHY DID HE FEEL THE NEED TO BEG IN ORDER TO LEAVE?! No one, who is in a healthy relationship, has to BEG for permission to leave. Or to "Break up", if you interpret them as still sleeping together.

And even Circe acknowledges that he is there against his will!

‘Royal son of Laertes, Odysseus, old campaigner, stay on no more in my house against your will.

(Fagles, Book 10)

[...]Odysseus, man of many resources, scion of Zeus, son of Laertes, don’t stay here a moment longer against your will

(A.S. Kline, Book 10)

This is probably another reach that you can ignore but the whole "they wear me down", could be trying to appease her. "Look, you're REALLY cool, it's actually my crew that wants to leave hahahah please don't kill them"

I mentioned before how Telemachus snuck away from Nestor but that was simply out of necessity because he needed to go home now. Not rest for the night. NOW. Nestor is just everyone's grandpa. Menelaus kind of talked more but Telemachus is very straight up in "Please I have to go now" and Menelaus immediately got things ready for him. He never has to beg and clasp his knees. Telemachus was never afraid. Menelaus is a fun uncle and Helen is your cool auntie.

Back to Circe! She tells him instructions for the underworld, they were in her bedroom. But that might've been the only way to speak with her. As even Penelope is usually away from the suitors when they are in her halls, Circe may have done the same. The text never states she played hostess physically. If she was hosting in the halls during the day, why did Odysseus wait until night to talk to her? He could've just asked her while she was on her throne in front of everyone. (He did so with the Phaeacians)

Or maybe he went alone because she only swore an oath to not harm him and so he didn't want his men near if she decided she didn't want to let them go. I could be missing something here so feel free to say something. Idk if this was a pride thing on how "I don't want others to see me beg".

She has info he needs in order to go home as well. She tells him to go to the Underworld.

She gave him new fine clothes and put on pretty clothes herself but that doesn't mean they had sex. Nausicaa gave him nice clothes as well but he never slept with her.

Then he leaves. Immediately. Not even doing a headcount as he didn't realize one of his men had died. (That was negligence on his part but he wanted out) He booked it, to the UNDERWORLD BY THE WAY. Circe even had to sneak the animals he needed for the sacrifice. Odysseus even basically said "She's a goddess. She can do things mortals can't" at the end of the book. And it almost feels...Numb? Solemn? Neutral? Gives a "It is what it is" vibe.

But Circe got to the dark hull before us, tethered a ram and black ewe close by— slipping past unseen. Who can glimpse a god who wants to be invisible gliding here and there?

(Fagles, Book 10)

She’d slipped past us with ease, for who can see a god move back and forth, if she has no desire to be observed?

(Johnston, Book 10)

She's a goddess. She has magic. She can do whatever the fuck she wants.

NOW ON TO BOOK 12!!! That was long! GET A SNACK AND WATER! LUCKILY THIS'LL BE SHORTER!

In Book 11, Odysseus swears, upon all his loved ones in Ithaca, to Elpenor that he'd give him a proper burial as he's been "unwept, unburied". So in Book 12, he sails back to Aeaea to fulfill his promise.

But you know what's funny to me?

He didn't tell Circe he was there.

He didn't even go to greet Circe himself. He sent his men to go get Elpenor's body.

The biggest clue that he didn't love/trust her is that if she was his "Affair partner" then why not go see her for "one last night together"?

SHE came out herself and pulled him aside to know what happened and then gave more advice.

I dispatched some men to Circe’s halls to bring the dead Elpenor’s body. [...]

Nor did our coming back from Death escape Circe— she hurried toward us, decked in rich regalia, handmaids following close with trays of bread and meats galore and glinting ruddy wine. [...]

But Circe, taking me by the hand, drew me away from all my shipmates there and sat me down and lying beside me probed me for details

(Fagles, Book 12)

In every translation, it talks about how he sits, and she lounges/lies down. That's not sex 🙃 In some translations, it even says he tried to be with his shipmates but she pulled him away!

So we lay down and slept beside our ship’s stern cables. But Circe took me by the hand and led me away, some distance from the crew. She made me sit, while she stretched out beside me on the ground.

(Johnston, Book 12)

Then, she gives advice about the sirens, Charybdis, Scylla, and her father's Cattle. He tries to ask if he could save all his men. She scolds him for even thinking he could try. He again books it out of there.

I think we all know it wasn't "love". But I think a lot of people think Odysseus was willing and happy with whatever this was. "Friends with Benefits", if you will. I guess you could see it that way but I will say that makes me feel itchy with the whole power dynamic and fear. I don't think folks who have that arrangement have to beg on their knees to ask if they can leave though.

I mean the entirety of Book 10 gives me the vibes of "Laughing uncomfortably because you don't want to upset the other person". To just grin and bear it.

A lot of this was just putting the text here and picking it apart step by step. What you do with this is up to you. It's rambling while banging pots and pans together.

Maybe you see him as drugged the entire year and still sleeping together, as the moli "wore off". Even then, just because her magic can't affect him, there are plenty of natural concoctions that can be created that can affect mortals.

Maybe you see the entire year as sex work in exchange for shelter and food.

Maybe he was just alongside his men the whole time under her roof and was avoiding her after the exchange. After he got asked by his men to finally leave, he would start to walk up to that room only to freeze and turn around, thinking "One more day won't hurt. Should wait until I know she's in a sympathetic mood".

I beg of you, however, PLEASE understand that there was fear and coercion throughout his entirety on Aeaea. He wasn't staying to get laid. While there is so much going on and too many things that are left vague to really know exactly what happened, it is consistent that he was scared/numb. Lots of people go through with things they don't really want to do just to appease others. There are plenty of situations of sexual trauma where one person goes through something and the other has no idea the other person isn't okay. ESPECIALLY WHEN SOMEONE CAN HARM THE PEOPLE YOU CARE ABOUT AT ANY MOMENT!

Sexual trauma is a very complicated thing and while he was scared, he definitely wasn't as traumatized by her as he was by Calypso. Calypso was a torturous hell while Circe was a year of walking on eggshells. Not comparable but I still think it should be acknowledged. It's wild because I read the Odyssey and kept thinking "Y'all are calling the sex slave a cheater? The guy who slept with a goddess to get his men back? The ultimate simp apparently doesn't love his wife??"

Things I'm adding that shouldn't affect the argument as it is not in the Odyssey but I want to mention as it's a "fun fact": Odysseus' dad was an Argonaut. Laertes probably met Circe as well, (or knew of her) with the whole purifying thing and maybe Odysseus heard his dad tell stories of her. Later myths also have Circe with the habit of turning her crushes (or their lovers) into something with Scylla and Picus.

In conclusion, Yeah, he was afraid of her. At least to an extent. And don't pull the whole "Ancient men didn't get raped". Male victims exist and deserve compassion for what was done to them and women are capable of sexual abuse. If you think otherwise, you are not a true feminist and Fuck you. I said in the beginning this'll be casual and I don't wanna write a fancy ending. You can still think Circe is neat but you have to know that this was fucked up.

If you think a lot of this is bullshit or wanna give more context or wish to yell with me but still know he wasn't alright on Aeaea, cool. If you want to point out mistakes or something I should keep in mind with interpretations then feel free to say so but give text evidence. If you try and bring up the Telegony and/or Madeline Miller's Circe, fuck clean off. This is Homer. If you call Odysseus a whore and not the malewife he canonically is I'll start biting. 😤

#feel free to add thoughts! just be nice #Was a bit afraid to post this but now I don't care lol #I'm a tired bitch #Youtube and idiots on tumblr got me acting up.#This may be too thorough but idc.#idk why the colors get weird #I don't know how other people can see all these things lined up together and not see how he was not okay.#like I said you can still like circe the goddess but know this was wrong!#might make private sometime but fuck it #anti-madeline miller #Circe the goddess is “fine”. Circe the book is not #It sounds like it does her dirty anyways. Odyssey Circe would take book Circe out back and beat the absolute shit outta her.#As another Madeline I'm ashamed.#if you bring up the tele-GONE-y then BEGONE yourself #odysseus #the odyssey #odyssey #circe #tagamemnon #tw rape #tw sa #tw sex assault #crying shaking throwing up #greek mythology #circe rant #odyssey rant #anti madeline miller #anti circe #the BOOK #Mad rambles

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ellzilla · 4 months

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I like the silly Pokemon Parody Ark Ripoff game so here's my two cents if you're interested. Under the cut bc this post is long as fuck lol Also congrats Palworld for the 1.5 Milly player peak on steam, go you crazy ass indie game

After trying to find cute Palworld content on tumblr and seeing nothing but whining, it's surprising how many people hate this random ass indie game that was made on a budget of 10k? Like yeah the designs can be boring parodies with a handful of great original ones but the amount of people who are outright hateful's kinda.. odd? Like lads you can critique a game, it's designs and CEO without sending death threats to the developers right? Tumblr likes to steal from the rich so why is it bad when someone actually does? Anyway it's insane how there's people trying to prove the game stole assets from Nintendo and then compare models which. Are not the same poly and vertices wise? And even if it was, it's hard to take seriously when the poster is someone who admits they hate the game for... Animal abuse? Also insane how many people hate Palworld for the fact it has -human- slavery, Pals can do jobs for you 'so it's cruel' and has a certain Pal number 69 who's description is suggestive so the game's immoral and over all "trying too hard to be edgy" it's like. Since when do we police such topics in games of all things? Have you played games that aren't Baby's First Christian Game before? Scratch that because even shitty bad Christian games have harsher shit than what's in Palworld. Catching and selling ppl [who tried to kill you in the first place] in the game's exactly like catching 'mons and it's nowhere near as fucked up as Rimworld where you have to go out of your way to make prisons for people and, if you wanna be extra evil, you can extract their organs and sell them on the market n' nobody tried to cancel that game. In-game, Palworld discourages you from overworking your lil guys and asks you to make spas and beds and keep them well fed and to make sure they're medically sound and happy! Oh no! How cruel! I am asking my little teapot elephant to water my garden!!! Pokemon's also confirmed that people used to marry Pokemon in-lore and we have games like bg3 and DOS2 where. Um. Halsin is a bear in more ways than one yknow what I'm saying? also spider. Both pretty nasty and def not my cuppa but having a fit over a description in a game's kinda weird? Also for a game promoted on "Pokemon with guns" it is INCREDIBLY tame. Slavery is p-much "oh lol I can catch this guy. Anyway back to petting my fire fox :)" and put him in a box like any other creature bc who cares, videogame + the guy literally tried to Kill You. There's also no blood or gore or anything actually shocking tbh? Yeah there's guns but they're late game and you can literally chose not to deal with guns

Since when did we decide to yell at a game like the satanic panic of the original pokemon where ppl said it promoted cockfighting? Although it is fictional cockfighting gamewise, nobody cares because it's way more than that lol Also why does nobody complain that the game is literally ARK btw? Is it because ARK players don't give a shit or is it because some people will view a game and crit it for purely surface level assumptions with no nuance or understanding? Criticize it for lifting game elements from more than just pokemon, criticize it's CEO for being a regular ol' shitty CEO, criticize it's terrible official servers and buggy 'mon AI, but by all means do NOT spread false information and slander-ish claims against it jfc

#lizard fucking RANTs bro #palworld

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miokki · 1 year

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# CHOCOLATES

✰ synopsis: valentine’s day with your secret high school sweetheart

✰ character(s): scaramouche x gn!reader, tartaglia

✰ content warnings: nothing

✰ note: happy late valantine’s day! (i forgot to post it yesterday) also if it seems a little rushed it is bc it is. school!au btw.

if there was anything scaramouche hated more than sweet things, it was the day that seem to be filled with them. valentine’s day always repeats itself for the boy, at least since he started high school that is.

this year appeared to be no different, he could already see the first waiting for him at his locker with a box of chocolates. in past years, scaramouche would’ve tried to refuse gifts but after weighing up his options, he’s found that it’s easier to just accept people's gifts rather than outright refuse. the tactic has been working well as he now has fewer problems and the people appear to be okay after the initial rejection.

even after three valentine's days of countless confessions and an overload of flower petals he still has no clue what to do with all the chocolates. he’s figured out what to do with all the teddy bears and he just keeps flowers at home. yet there’s nothing that comes to mind when he needs to get rid of the leftover chocolate his mother won’t even eat. and as much as he hates chocolate or any kind of sweets for that matter, he hates to see food go to waste.

as of right now, scaramouche is eating by himself while working on something in his homeroom. it’s one of the only places he can find escapism at this moment in time due to his popularity amongst the girls. scara doesn’t get it. he doesn’t get why most of the girls at the high fawn over him, he isn’t anything out of the norm. but what do they know? all they see is some boy that always trails behind that group at school. coincidentally, childe doesn’t get it either, he is just as aloof as any other of the loners at this school. the only difference is that he's conventionally attractive.

“how many do you have so far?” childe asks as he barges into the room

scara lifts his gaze to see the redhead gleaming at him from across the room while walking up to his desk.

“23 girls and one boy,” the boy answered as he looked childe up and down.

“a boy too? damn, i'm jealous, i've only managed four and not a single boy in sight,” the tall one whined as he leaned himself against the desk beside scaramouche’s.

“i can see why there hasn't. you act more interested in mr zhongli than any of your classwork.”

“don't start getting cocky with me. i am the sole reason you can eat in peace.”

scaramouche chuckles, “so what did you end up doing?”

childe watches as scara takes another bite into his sandwich before relaxing back into his chair. he hasn’t been in this good of a mood since his mother came back from her trip with her girlfriend. even before, scara has never been this friendly towards him, not that he minds it of course. he's enjoying the conversation they're sharing. childe just wishes that he could see this side of him more often.

“ah. i didn't do much, i just told your fangirls that you were hanging around the fountain on the south side of the school. i have no idea why you'd hang there but they believed it.”

scara sighs, “i told you before, they're not my fangirls,” the dark-blue-haired boy glared.

“but it's true!” the tall boy exclaimed.

“they squeal when you walk past and when i told them you were near the fountain they fucking ran. i swear if you started selling posters of your face they'd sell them out in an instant. it’s like you’re whole of one direction to them. i wouldn't blame (name) if they ever got jealous.”

despite the last sentence being mumbled, scaramouche heard just enough to freeze. he’s sure he didn’t slip up, well not in any area he is aware of. perhaps you told childe, but you rarely even talk to scara himself during the school day so that isn't an option.

“what? you look like you've seen a ghost. you aren't that hard to figure out scara. your eyes drag when they're close by, you never give anyone that time of day,” the redhead explains.

“anyway,” childe sighs as he gets up from the desk, “hey you wouldn't mind if I take a few boxes from your stash, i wanna give something to tonia, teucer and anthon.”

“all yours.”

“thanks, buddy,” the orange-headed boy smiled as he ruffled scaramouche’s hair.

scaramouche waved him off as he exited the room, which left him in this lone classroom. the boy sighed as he started to settle back down into what he was originally doing. picking back up his pen to start writing until he was interrupted once again.

knock, knock.

looking over for the second time to see you poking your head through the doorway. “childe told me you here by the way.” you beam as you let yourself in. it makes his heart flutter; your smile. it’s sweet, the genuine kind, as opposed to chocolate which needs sugar to mask its bitterness. to him you’re like dark chocolate. the kind that isn’t overly sweet. and though still bitter, that's the part he enjoys most.

“do you want some?” scara offered as he waved the assorted box of chocolates in front of you. “i got them on the way here,” the boy clarified just in case. “sure,” you shortly responded before snatching the box from his grasp. “so you told childe?” you asked as you started to tear the plastic wrapping around the box. “i didn't tell him anything,” he begins as you inspect the packaging of the chocolate. turning over the box you notice the price sticker is still on.

“wait, 10,000 mora?” the boy pauses his explanation to look at you, “kuni, your fangirls are treating you so well. you should go thank them,” you teased as you placed one of them in your mouth. “mmh, I will say, they’re are worth at least half of all that mora, the texture is lovely.”

the upturned corners of scara’s lips are now apparent as he watches you devour most of the chocolate. he’s glad you enjoyed them otherwise he wouldn’t know who else to turn to. in all honesty, scaramouche feels strange, this year valentines aren’t like all those years before. he still is bombarded with tens and tens of gifts however he has someone to go to after school rather than home alone this year. and though he is at peace, he still has one more thing on his mind.

“do my uh— fan.. girls bother you?” the boy blurts out.

you almost spit out your chocolates yet you end up choking on them instead. after calming down you decide to speak, “is that what's been on your mind the entire time? don't tell me. did childe say something that made you think that?”

“n-no.”

quickly, you get up from your seat to wrap your arms around your boyfriend's slim figure, “aw my poor baby, there's no need to worry.” you pout, your body hanging over his shoulders.

“i wasn't worried,” scara denies.

“aww, my prince was worried. there's no nothing to be ashamed of, i'll have you know i have my own set of fangirls, so if you were to be worried i’d hope it would be that instead.” scara only shakes his head in shame before taking the last chocolate from the box. notably faster than you did. “I thought you said you didn't like sweet things.” you questioned, raising him a brow as you waited for a response.

“i don't but this one's dark chocolate.”

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ventbloglite · 2 months

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Some of you really need to step back a little bit and acknowledge how ignorant you are towards how misogyny affects trans mascs and how you yourself may be perpetrating said misogyny when speaking ill of trans mascs.

Which is not something you should be doing at all, fyi. You can talk about individual shitty trans mascs and certain community issues you dislike which involve or are perpetrated by trans mascs without just being transphobic towards trans mascs in general.

So many times I've seen the sentient of 'AFAB's have it really easy, everyone accepts AFAB's as trans, everyone loves AFAB trans people, the world caters to you, there is basically no problems for you if you're AFAB unlike AMAB folk' shown in a variety of ways from a variety of people including just outright saying it. Not to mention the belitting of trans masc experiences with transphobia and misogyny + the way those interact because they identify as men even though transphobes still consider them to be women and don't give a shit about their actual gender.

A main crux of transphobia (though many other factors which result in hating us come into play, too many to go into now) is that trans people are seen as and treated as their AGAB and punished for not identifying as it or portraying it 'correctly' by society. So tell me why so many seem to 'forget' about how misogyny impacts trans masculine people. Could it be because you believe that advocating for trans women and trans femmes and fighting transmisogyny somehow must involve being transphobic towards trans men due to that radfem influence you've absorbed? The world will never reach gender equality of any kind if everything is 'men versus women' so can we just fucking not bring that into trans spaces please.

Examples!

I saw recently a post which perfectly pointed out the potential risks associated with someone considered 'male' growing out her hair but OP clearly knew absolutely nothing about the same risks associated with someone deemed 'female' cutting his hair. Instead of not making that post or doing some research, OP thus assumed there weren't really any risks likely due to already believing that AFAB trans people have it easy.

The ignorance! Misogyny heavily impacts the way hair is treated on those perceived as women (including body hair) and women/those perceived as women have no end of people policing what they can and can't do with their bodies often taking things to the absolute extreme to do so. Short hair on woman may seem 'more accepted' but AFAB people of any gender could quickly tell you multiple situations where it's not and results in the same violence, abuse, homo(lesbo/butch)phobia and yes possibly even death depending on the situation even if you still identify as a woman. Pretending this doesn't happen is straight up misogyny btw.

'AFAB's pass easily by doing basically nothing' is another frequent one which makes me laugh. 'Passing' for most trans people is so situational and so dependent on what you do or don't do to strictly conform to gender stereotypes if you're even able to do that at all. To suggest that the world ignores feminine gender markers the moment someone's hair is short and their chest appears mostly flat ignores both the complexity of how humans perceive gender and how misogyny comes into play whenever a woman/perceived woman shows any masculinity let alone maleness. Considering the same misogyny comes into play frequently against trans women you'd think it'd be easy to remember.

This general sentiment of 'Being born with a vagina means your life is easy and everything you do will be loved and supported because society adores you. You don't and will never have any real problems, not like anyone born with a penis.' isn't magically okay and absolutely super different to when misogynists say it about cis women because you're using AGAB language and cite 'because you're men and blah blah patriarchy' as the actual reason you're saying it. It's very clearly same shit different coat of paint. The pool is there, your toes are in, stop preparing to dive for Gods sake.

#transandrophobia #anti transmasculinity #transgender

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kittycat-in-the-dark · 4 months

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Can I be a little bitch for a second and complain about something...

(Also because I haven't written a post in a while, lol)

People that hate Damian Wayne's character are weird.

Like, let me make something clear first: people are obviously allowed to dislike Damian as a character for wtv reason (although, it is better when the reasons that people dislike him for come from actual canon and not fanon, and it's not because of, ya know, stuff like racism...).

However, it's really hilarious (in a dumb way, sorry not sorry) when I see fans of Jason and Tim specifically (which is funny, considering I'm one as well) shit on Damian as if he is like a little monster that did the most horrible shit imaginable just because in the stories he first appeared in, in main canon, he did some questionable actions, such as cutting Tim's line. But most of the time these same people almost never talk about what were Damian's reasons to do this and some even say stuff like "Jason was justified in shooting Damian that one time./It was satisfying to see the brat being shot by Jason." or something else like that.

And I sit here like: excuse me but WHAT THE FUCK??

Look, I get the argument "these are fictional characters written by adults, so it doesn't matter that Damian is a kid, he still did messed up things" to a certain degree. However, it still doesn't change that they are still writting a child. And just because some of you people don't like Damian because he is a brat, that doesn't mean you can completely ignore (or outright make up/change) the context surrounding Damian's character, while at the same time giving characters like Jason Todd, that at the time Damian was introduced in Post-Crisis did way way more messed up shit, justifications such as "it's bad writing", "it's classist", "Jason has trauma".

WHEN THE SAME/SIMILAR FREAKING REASONS APPLY TO DAMIAN'S CHARACTER AND WRITING AS WELL!!! Aka, "bad writing" (that can be everywhere for any character, not just for Jason, duh), "racist writing" (unfortunately), "Damian has trauma" (yes, yes he was. And he came with some fucked up baggage of it when he first met his father, just like Jason did, why do some people ignore this just because of Damian's heritage or something).

ALSO: some people sure love to forget that there is a big ass difference between "Damian is a 9-year-old that grew up in an assasssins cult, and thus he isn't familiar/adjusted with his dad's world and rules" and "Jason is a grown ass man that keeps hurting other people because of his trauma, including people that have nothing to do with his trauma to begin with" (*cough* Mia Dearden *cough*, *cough* The Titans *cough*; also, opposite to Damian, he didn't grow up being taught to kill people, lmao). So, like, idk dude, they all have messed-up trauma and you don't see all of them going on killing sprees and torturing innnocent people because of it...

Like, I love Jason, I love Tim. But I don't hate Damian, Dick and/or Bruce, just because in certain situations they wronged my faves. Also, it's good to recognize that the faves messed up too. That they hurt other people. I mean, why the fuck do some of you people justify Jason (especially him) and Tim's wrong actions to the moon and back, but don't extend the same courtesy to other characters in similar situations... like, it doesn't seem fair or make that much sense to me...

Like,, really, I'm sorry but people saying in the same breath that "Jason deserves to be understood on his violence because of his trauma" and "Damian is evil because he tried to hurt people" (also because of trauma, btw) are kinda hypocritical, sorry (not sorry actually).

(Also, why tf do some people make "who is the most traumatized Batboy" type competitions that usually downplay the trauma of the Batboys/Batfamily members they don't care about or like?? The point of the Batfamily is that they all are messed up people that came together by chance and because they share similar trauma and desire to help others, while at the same time being a dysfuncional mess of a family. Like, that's the fun part. And ya, that also means they have to have moments where they get along and recognise when they fucked up. And all of them had situations where they fucked up and hurt others. There is no "100% innocent/justified" member in the Batfam. All of them fucked up big time at some point, okay?? And that is part of what makes them interesting characters. Like, sorry for ranting so much but I don't understand people that act as if their favourite characters can never do any wrong or did any wrong when they actually did...)

#damian wayne #batfam #dc #fandom critical #jay talks here #like seriously i understand that for some people Damian can be unlikable but some people talk about him like he is the devil incarnate #when he is just a kid born into an ASSASSINS CULT - like did some people forget that or what?#and a kid trying his best at being a good person & at following his dad's code in order to belong to a family

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nichestartrekkie0-0 · 2 months

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Feel free to ignore this prompt/request if you don’t like it!

How do you think Andorians/Aenar feel about interspecies relationships between humans/vulcans/ect and Andorians/Aenar? Is it culturally taboo for either species, or is it socially accepted? Are there any specific mating/courting rituals that have to be altered for non-Andorian/Aenar partners? Do you think interspecies relationships between Andorians/Aenar and humans are common, or are they virtually non-existent?

Ok!! Yay! Thank you this is lovely!!

Also this is gonna be long 0-0 prepare yourselves haha:

I can't speak on Andorians, (@indignantlemur) maybe can! But I can certainly speak on my headcanons for the Aenar!

-Yeah, not a single shred of this is canon btw save for the pacifism bit :)) Hope you enjoy!!

interspecies relationships are fine, although the Aenar generally are very very wary of other species. They hate violence and see other societies as still figuring themselves out as they haven't managed to move past violence as a solution like the Aenar have. If an Aenar brings home someone who's not an Aenar, it's a process.

Hilariously enough, they hate the Andorians the most. If an Aenar were to bring home a Vulcan or a Human, they'd be met with relative joy and welcome. Andorians...the Aenar don't like them because of a bloody history that goes back ages. If an Aenar were to bring home someone Andorian it'd be a mess. Not horrible enough for outright discrimination, but very passive-aggressive stunts would be pulled by the family. (Hence why the Aenar are isolationists and why Aenar and Andorian cultures are so different. If they liked each other and were constantly getting married then there'd be a lot of cultural shifts!)

Yes. Aenar can create bonds with people (much like Vulcan-bonds) although these bonds can be shared with multiple people, both platonic and romantic. They can be made with non-psychic species, but only with practice, patience, and time (in most circumstances). The rest of the rituals and ceremonies are easy for everyone! There's an Aenar disability that is basically 'psychic deafness' and is comparable to being a blind human. So, of course, Aenar rituals accommodate and fluctuate for everyone, regardless of psychic ability/physical ability or origin. (I can and will go into stupid detail abt this if asked)

Ok ok, it's a personal headcanon that Hemmer had a human wife (I know, I know- it's cheesy) and she's the first person to actually see the Aenar capitol and do the courtship rituals that's not an Aenar. But yes, human relationships with the Aenar 2100s-2250s is basically nada. I feel like there'd be maybe a few after that though? 0--0 my 'specialty ' is the Aenar yrs 0-1025 (Human yrs 1233-2258) soo anything beyond 2258 is kinda out there for me. (again, can and will go into stupid detail abt timelines) Future Aenar relationships post 2258? hmm, idk if they'd be less isolationist or not. Possibly :))

Thanks for the ask!! If you want more in-depth wedding stuff I'd be happy to share :))

#star trek #star trek headcanon #star trek strange new worlds #star trek snw #star trek andorian #aenar

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so I haven't really found the words to talk about this yet but I'm finally starting to, so here goes -

I'm finding myself with a very minimal, fringe sort of scattered friends in this town. at best I don't fit in with, nor do I have the desire to fit in with, really, any of the travelers or backpackers or working holiday visa people who inhabit this place (btw; anon who warned me not to go here.... 'bogan' isn't what I'd call it but your read on the vibe was right); at worst I'm finding myself on the borderline of being straight up bullied the way I was in high school - no one outright saying mean things to my face, but that very high school esque cocktail of snarky and condescending side comments, people always going off to talk without me, laughing, and stopping laughing immediately once they're back near me, being rude enough to know it's rude but just the right balance where if I say something about it I'm the one who looks weird. how isolating that is and how it pushes you down and down and down and down inside your head. I think as an adult, once you grow up and find yourself out in the world, and get to choose the people you're around, you forget what that was like. Working in the music industry specifically and knowing only one soul in real life with a "regular" job (hi Jo), I've completely forget what that's like. In the spirit of "emotional maturity", I've probably found a way to tell myself it's all kid shit and I made it seem worse than it all was, etc, and maybe it's just people being people.

Maybe that's true.

Specifically, though, the thing I've found myself being harassed over, the main tension point, is my music taste. I've been put into this twilight zone of a reality where everyone around me straight up hates Taylor Swift (in the year 2023 I genuinely didn't think that existed more than a few fringe rondo's, but apparently all those fringe rondo's live in this town), and the ones who don't say "fuck this bitch" out loud every time her music comes on, are, at their warmest, completely indifferent to the fact that she's even alive. I haven't met one person here who would even say they enjoy 1989 or whatever. I work around 20-25 y/o's mostly, and yet I put on Lorde and Maisie and Sabrina and Backseat Lovers and The 1975 and all the pop stuff I'm aware myself and that age group really like (with a bunch of famous Aussie artists thrown in), and I'm asked if we can stop with all the "weird music" and "play things everyone knows and likes" - another twilight zone thing because I had no fucking idea every girl ever wasn't on this type of pop. I put on classic throwback Fall Out Boy and All Time Low and Paramore or even Halsey's hit songs and I'm asked why everything I listen to is "so depressing". I get fully HARASSED about my music taste by the people I work with every single day. like, multiple times an hour snide comments about "weird people music" and shit like that when I really thought my taste was pretty mainstream. then they all put on either like, the most generic of generic Top 40 radio that I didn't even realize people willingly put on; just thought big labels decided it was gonna be successful so shoved it onto commercials and radio and a bunch of Spotify playlists until they gave up, OR music that I literally would need to be borderline overdosing on cocaine to enjoy - I'm talking blasting dubstep club beats and the like... at 5:30am in a coffee shop. And I haven’t said a word to them about it or been mean about it at all, and I try really hard to be polite to them but it just doesn’t matter how nice I am; they feast on me like a pack of hungry lions anyway. I moved here to be outside, and people only ever want to go to the club. Even people I get along with want to go to the damn club every other night at the least, and I’m weird for not wanting to be anywhere near something other than a bar we can have some drinks and laughs - I didn’t even know people still went to clubs, especially not vagabond travelers in an eco tourism hotspot.

And suddenly I am my high school self all over again; feeling completely fucking normal but not falling in, not able to make myself fit no matter how hard I try. I talk to people and people laugh at what I say when we have to make conversation, because, well. I'm fucking likable and I can chat up anybody. and then, for no real reason, 20 minutes later they remember they're supposed to be bullying me and go back to it. just like how it was for me in high school, where I won the “most talkative” superlative and yet when I walked on stage to graduate half the class shouted at me that I was “scum” (lol).

So anyway. That's all to say, I photographed full-band live music last night for the first time in 3 months. And suddenly, doing that, too, I was back in high school. Living in a normal world that everyone else is at and is aware of, but in my own secret pocket of it I've carved out: a pocket where I fit. where I'm still a loser by the standards of everyone around me, but a loser who is doing something objectively cool and objectively impressive, something I thrive at that no one can talk shit about because I'm GOOD. someone I knew but have nothing in common with came up to me last night and said, “I got that you took pictures but then I saw you on stage and was like OHHHH”. and I might not belong anywhere else, might not get along with anyone else, but the second a camera is in my hand and I'm crawling behind a drum kit and jumping off a stage an artist is playing a show on, and the band who I’m acquainted with is smiling at me and they love it, and everyone sees me doing it... I belong there, and I know I belong there, and no naysayer can do or say a word about it... that's what it's all about. like the loser theater kid who comes alive on a stage in front of people when they perform and no one can argue with it anymore. I remembered why I do what I do last night. How I found it (or maybe how it found me) suddenly makes sense all over again; not some poorly made impulsive choice by a girl who was too influenced by wanting to be around the boy bands she liked, committed too hard and got stuck - which is how I've seen it in adult hindsight. live music is the faction of the world that I am just the perfect puzzle piece for. somehow the most niche thing in the world - and it does seem niche once again when surrounded by people like this - is my only solid ground in this life. I am my truest self when I am running around with a camera while someone's singing; a self that anyone can see and immediately will get it. and that's just how it is.

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 6 days

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UNDERSIDERS CLASSPECTING...

skitter-- heir of mind

tattletale-- bard of light

grue-- maid of blood

bitch-- knight of rage

regent-- bard of heart

[REDACTED]--mage of void

^__^ dont think too hard about any of em!! my classpecting methods also are. arcane and convoluted. and trying not to be like. vaguely spoilery? but. thats what i think. what r ur opinions... how would u classpect them? also bonus question classpect arm master for me please >:3c

UGHHHH DUDE I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THRSE FOR HOURS NOW. WHO THE FUCK IS REDACTED. IM LIKE 9 ARCS IN HOW IS THERE STILL A MAIN CHARACTER I HAVENT MET YET. SCREAMING. mage of void.... that's the classpect i gave ashe...... many thoughts head full

feeling A LOT OF THINGS about heart player alec. specifically destroyer class heart player alec. his dad's name is heartbreaker this is so evil. ALSO very glad u made brian a blood player it's so perfect for him. my immediate thought was knight of blood but tbh maid fits him soooo much better. EXTREMELY CLOCKED IN on mind player taylor. that would not have been my first choice for her but it fits REALLY well. (idk what my first choice would be for her. I keep thinking I understand taylor hebert and then she does something completely unexpected and im like WHO ARE YOU.) Lisa light player and Rachel rage player are also extremely perfect. also Rachel as a knight.... yeah.... I forgot to mention this in my lbs because it was. 4 in the morning. but I'm REALLY FUCKING SAD about Brutus and judas dying :( ESPECIALLY Brutus. fuck.

COMPLETELY. EVIL THING OF YOU TO SAY TO ME BTW. CLASSPECT ARMSMASTER. I HATE THAT GUY . UGH. unfortunately I did in fact think about this A LOT as I was finishing up at work. sigh. it was also super interesting because usually i lean heavy on aspects first bc I feel like i understand them better and class is just a modifier of whatever aspect a person is. but for him I went the opposite way because I COULD NOT decide for the life of me on a good aspect but ill be damned if he's not a fucking thief. he's so fucking thief coded. the whole basis of thief is "stealing [aspect] from others to benefit yourself" and he's so. selfish and egotistic in it for his own gain. he fucking SACRIFICED PEOPLE so that he'd be able to fight leviathan on his own so he'd have the glory of killing him. also related to his powers, while it's not stealing in a traditional sense he does ljke. really heavily analyze everyone around him and form tactics around that. also if I remember right he uses other people's tech/abilities in his halberd??? maybe not outright but i think i remember him basing some of his attacks on other heroes. anyway. for aspect I'm leaning toward.... well my first instinct is to say blood because he literally stole taylors team from her in revenge but i don't rlly think his other actions align with a blood player much. he's too focused on himself to be team oriented (even if his goal is to be. leader of a team) maybe hope? he wants glory he wants fame I feel like the closest thing to that aspect wise would be hope . fuck you for making me think about arm man for multiple hours

#MY HATRED IS IN JEST BTW I THINK HES A REALLY GOOD WELL WRITTEN CHARACTER IM JUST MAD AT HIM <3 #ugh dude i fucking love classpecting so much.#DID I EVER SEND YOU MY PD CLASSPECTS. I DONT REMEMBER. im gonna send u those now. payback motherfucker #i also think armsmaster could be a rage player but only with a different class. i #dont think thief of rage fits him much but im too attached to him being a thief.#WAHOO. my first thought upon getting this ask was “god i hope brians a blood player” AND HE WAS. its just so perfect for him #asks #friends!!!#intertexts #wormposting

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pinkiepartypopper · 29 days

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「 INTRODUCTION 」

Name's Jimmy. I'm the new Host of this Blog.

Any pronouns, I don't give a shit.

We are a diagnosed System with mixed Origins.

I'm a Factive, sorry not sorry for my existence. I am NOT the fucking real Guy. I'm myself. Don't compare me.

English/German/Dutch

On Discord we're called just like here "pinkpartypopper" hmu

I'm mean, don't cry. I warned you.

PROFICTION. Hating to refer to myself as this because I just exist, but it's just what I am according to definition.

Pro Art Freedom.

Anti-Censorship/Anti-Harrassment/Ship and Let Ship

Inform yourself about what the fuck Anti-Harassment means before you go cry about it.

If you call me a Pedophile, you're not better as the people that say "That's so Autistic of me". It's a Mental Illness. Don't throw it around like an Insult or a Vibe.

Be against the Abuse, not the Disorder.

You don't fucking know if I am diagnosed with it or not. I am not. And my diagnosis shouldn't be your fucking Business, unless I trust you and tell you.

We are a Psychology Student btw.

I repost alot, I engage in lots of fucking Discourse (If you don't wanna see it, leaveee︎︎♡)

DNI-(Do not Interact) if:

You are fucking judgemental, mean, rude or just outright an awful person. No harassment. Come at me for some bullshit and I will block.

DNF if you are under 18 !!!

If you are and I follow you, sorry. Block me!!! I made this Account recently 18+ because I am now, so Minors shouldn't be here.

I block freely

So if I don't like you, you just get blocked for no other reason. Nothing Personal or.. yeah. Personal.

I encourage you to do the same if you cannot fucking handle me.

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Rosi's stuff is under here. Too fucking lazy to transfer it to the other Blog.

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If things are tagged on this account with #thanks man i love you , it was Rosi answering on their loved ones.

You looking for the Rosi's Selfship Blog? Click this fucking Text! She's gonna post her stuff there.

Interests of Rosi:

I am Multifandom so I only list what comes to my mind. I am in way more fandoms. Feel free to ask for informations about which/the Fandoms I am in! Some are rare/underrated/unknown and don't really have a Fanbase!

✰ current hyperfix!

English Fandoms:

✰ Fallout (Series & Games)

• Gotham

• The Batman

• Stranger Things

• Misfits

✰ Parker Lewis Can't Lose

• Malcolm in the Middle

• 8 Simple Rules

• Invader Zim

✰ Disjointed

✰ Superstore

• Eddsworld

• Ninjago

• Lego Monkey Kid

• Black Butler

• Code Geass

German Fandoms:

• School for Vampires

• Binny and The Ghost

✰ The Three Investigators

If you have recommendations for Sitcoms please hand me some over 🥺 I love Sitcoms, especially 2000s ones!

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Rosi's Selfshipping:

I have no solid Self-Insert/Persona.

My "Persona" has different Names, Ages, Looks and Backstories, they are all based on the F/O's Source that I am adding them in.

The gender and pronouns are based on how I feel at the given moment or stay with specific sources.

I have an Sideblog basically for all Selfshipping based posts, there you can see my Self-Inserts!!!

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︎︎♡ Rosi's F/O's ︎︎♡

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

By questions, feel free to ask!

I know I made it pretty hard to understand 😅 I just love labeling things kdfmdm

type:

🧡 - platonic | 🌹- romantic | ❤️‍🔥 - sexual | ❤️‍🩹 - familiar

fambond:

🩸 - related family

(if not placed, it is found family or just familiar bond)

feels/facts:

💥 - unhealthy |🫀 - yandere |💖 - comfort

side of type or feel/fact:

🌚 - f/o | 🌝 - s/i

Sharing everyone except for the Pink ones, you can still interact if you are open to share them tho... I will squint.

#Fallout (Series)

Thaddeus 🌹❤️‍🔥💥🫀💖🌚🌝

The Ghoul/Cooper ❤️‍🔥✨💥💖🌚

Bud Askins 🌹❤️‍🔥🩸✨💫💥💖🌚

Norm 🧡❤️‍🩹💖🌚🌝

Maximus 🧡🌟💖🌚🌝

#Fallout (Games)

Nick Valentine ❤️‍🩹🌹✨💖🌚🌝

#Gotham

Jerome Valeska 🌹❤️‍🔥🩸💫🌟💥🫀🌚🌝

Jervis Tetch 🌹❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹🌟💥🫀🌚🌝

Jonathan Crane 🧡❤️‍🩹✨💖🌝

#The Batman

Edward Nashton🧡💥💖🌚

#Stranger Things

Jonathan Byers🧡💖🌚🌝

Argyle🌹🫀🌝

Billy Hargrove ❤️‍🔥💥💖🌚

Steve Harrington 🧡❤️‍🩹🩸⭐💖🌚🌝

#Parker Lewis Can't Lose

Parker Lewis 🌹❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹🌟💖🌚🌝

Frank Lemmer 🌹❤️‍🔥🩸⭐🌚

#8 Simple Rules

C.J. Barnes ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹🩸🌟💥🌚🌝

Bridget Hennessy 🧡🩸⭐💖🌝

#Disjointed

Travis 🌹❤️‍🔥💫💖🌚🌝

Pete 🧡❤️‍🩹🌟💖🌝

Tord 🧡❤️‍🩹🩸💫🌚🌝

#Superstore

Bo 🌹❤️‍🔥💖🌚🌝

#Eddsworld

#Black Butler

Drocell 🌹❤️‍🩹🌟🫀💖🌚

#School for Vampires

Oskar 🧡❤️‍🩹🌟🌝

Stoker/Fletscher 🌹🫀🌚

#The Three Investigators

Jupiter/Justus - 🌹❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹🌚🌝

Skinny Norris - 🧡🩸⭐🌚🌝

Dylan Parks - 🧡❤️‍🩹✨🌚

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golbrocklovely · 1 year

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I don’t have a tik tok. What are they saying about our boys 🙄

omg thank you so much for sending in an ask about my post bc… i need to VENT lol

first and foremost, what aren't they saying about the boys on tiktok??? that's the real question.

imma just list the shit i've been either told or saw myself said about snc (but mostly colby).

sam should sue colby for the killing best friend prank (this one was brought to my attention by @xplrvibes like yesterday lol)

colby was molested

colby was sexually assaulted

elton made colby show his self harm scars on camera

colby has a bad relationship with his brother

sam cried being sexualized too much

the fans broke shea and colby up

colby has hated elton from the beginning

snc were talking about elton on the that one video years back (the one where they did the lie detector test on awesomenesstv)

not a SINGLE one of these are true, btw. that's the insane part to me. like…. every single one of these is a lie that i have no clue how they got started or who said them first.

and here, for anyone's benefit (in case you're curious) i will disprove all of these in one go.

sam was IN on the prank and has openly said that himself in the past

didn't happen/colby has never said that this has happened

same thing (granted if you want to make an argument that some fans have almost done this, that's a different story. but that's not what the fans on tiktok are talking about when they mention this)

colby has never self harmed. colby has never had depression, anxiety/has never been diagnosis with any mental illness. he even outright said in a video, EXPOSING THE TRUTH ABOUT COLBY BROCK, when asked if he was emo "depending on your definition of emo, if you say emo is somebody that hurts themselves - no. i'm not emo in that way." not to mention that if this is something that did happen, how come there was not a WORD about it until 2022??? the last time snc collabed with elton was in 2019. there is no WAY this shit could have happened, only to be talked about now with no proof. ALSO colby literally stated multiple times, back on metalife and even in a livestream in 2020/21, that he has never suffered from a mental illness, which is why he doesn't feel comfortable giving advice on it.

literally…. how would anyone know this in the first place? colby doesn't really talk about his family. but if you want to get technical, for a while in the back of his videos in 2020/21, you could see on his record player his brother's bands record. plus he literally went and saw him run a marathon in 2022 so… his relationship with him is fine.

that's literally not a thing at all lmao

shea and colby never dated, as much as shea would like you to believe otherwise. and if the fans are talking about their friendship… they are two grown adults. no one can make them do anything they don't want to do.

snc lived with elton for a full year, and continued to collab with him until 2019. elton didn't even become a hater until late 2020/early 21. so… no. colby didn't hate elton from the beginning just bc he has resting bitch face in some of the videos. if you want to make an argument that elton took some of his pranks too far, sure. but that's not what this is about.

this one is just ppl taking an old clip and trying to make it make sense to nowadays, so i'll give some slack. but again, this wasn't about elton. it was about aaron when they had beef with him for like a week and a half in 2019 lol

there is probably TONS of other shit said on there that i don't remember off the top of my head. but the fact that i've seen tons of these comments and tiktoks saying this shit is true is bonkers to me. idk who is starting these rumors, but like… dear lord above stop.

like i'm literally gonna have to make a snc tiktok account just to dispel rumors bc it annoys me to no end how these fans believe this stuff with literally NO PROOF.

#ask #personal #sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #elton castee

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most-canon-non-canon-ship-poll · 11 months

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They don't even like each other

Why Sasusaku is shit - a submission-based essay, part 1/2

Sasusaku - a canon het ship from the Naruto and Boruto fandoms between Sasuke Uchiha and Sakura Hanako

sasuke has not and has NEVER had a shred of interest in sakura from the get-go. she continually harasses him and refuses to take his rejection as a no. later on in the series they try to kill each other at one point but sakura is still stupidly in love with him even though the dumbass instigated the killing attempt. he leaves her for dead at a later point toward the end of the series when they're literally fighting against a god lol. and STILL she tries to confess her love to him just for him to reject her once a-fucking gain. the series ends with him pushing her away. in the series sasuke's brother itachi has this gesture where he pokes sasuke on the forehead as a sign of distance- and sasuke does the same to sakura. SOMEHOW they end up together in the horrid sequel series boruto. but after allegedly knocking her up (which is a dubious topic in of itself which is a whole nother topic. but there are maternity doubts about their daughter sarada) he abandoned her to "go on a misson" for over 10 years. every time he is around her he looks like one of those animals in a really bad zoo that wants to ram itself against the glass in its enclosure. IT'S PRACTICALLY OUTRIGHT STATED HE AND SAKURA HAVE NEVER EVEN KISSED!! also this doesn't factor into how much the ship itself sucks but the shippers are some of the most homophobic pieces of shit i have encountered in any anime fandom <3 i hate them so much and i hate their shitty ship even more!

okay. listen. this has been done to death but HOLY FUCK. literally the reason sasuke even married her despite having NO INTEREST FOR THE ENTIRE SERIES was because she HARASSED HIM SO MUCH that he FINALLY GAVE IN JUST TO SATISFY HER. she manipulated him REPEATEDLY. she gave up on him after he left and tried to manipulate naruto into not going after him. they have NO CHEMISTRY. NO ROMANTIC BUILDUP. SASUKE IS A FLAMING HOMOSEXUAL. THEY HAD A KID?? THAT HE ABANDONED FOR THIRTEEN YEARS???? THEIR ONE DATE LASTED TWO AND A HALF MINUTES??????? THEY PROBABLY HAVEN'T EVEN KISSED?????????????? KISHIMOTO DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO WRITE A ROMANCE. HE JUST ONE DAY SAID "OH YEAH BTW SASUSAKU IS A THING NOW" PROBABLY JUST TO APPEASE THE SASUSAKU FANS OUT THERE. NARUTO AND SASUKE HAD MORE ROMANTIC CHEMISTRY BUILT UP WITHIN THE FIRST FIVE EPISODES THAN SASUKE AND SAKURA DID IN THE WHOLE GODDAMN SERIES.

She was in love with him for the entire series. he thought she was fucking annoying. that never really changed but the author decided they should end up together at the end. they got married and had a kid and he went on a trip for the kid’s entire life. he had more interest in his best friend/rival/canon soulmate. the author can’t write women. i feel very bad for sakura it is not her fault her husband is gay.

lbr theyre both gay and in love with their besties

#propaganda #why [ship name] is shit #the (s)hit list #not a poll #anti sasusaku

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the-diabolist · 2 years

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Wild

Request: Love, my love, oh what i would do if you give me a hunting Mason and a fighting y/n with hate fucking. I will do anything you want. Any art of any person. Again i love you 💚

I am exhausted xD enjoyyy! btw the self defense move I describe here is legit and everyone should learn it

c.w: Gender/body neutral reader, borderline dubcon, predator/prey dynamics, wound squeezing, grappling, fuck or die (basically), hatefucking (or dislike-fucking, whatevs), fingering, size difference, mild sadism, rough treatment, creampie implied. 2.5k

He'd sliced through the side of your leg with a crossbow bolt yesterday, and since then it'd been nearly impossible to lose him for long. At first, it'd probably been the blood trail, and now it was probably the limp giving you away. He was, unfortunately, proving to be a proficient tracker.

You hear the slightest shifting of detritus behind you and surge to your feet without even turning to look, ignoring the sharp pain in the muscle of your thigh.

The urge to cry rises within your chest for the first time since you were injured; he's finding you so quickly, you've barely been able to rest. You feel like he's constantly at your heels, running you down like a hound on a fox. Your nerves are shot from the constant strain. You're slowing down.

Luckily, he's not very fast himself - he's a big guy - and his style is more hunting-stalking than outright chasing. When you run, you're still able to put enough distance between the two of you to hide from him... for now.

You throw yourself into a cluster of bushes and fight to control your breathing. After a few minutes, you start to think you might be safe, but then you hear his footsteps again. Damn him.

"C'mon out," he calls, coaxing. "Know you're 'round here somewhere. Might as well get it over with, don'cha think?"

You don't move an inch. You barely even breathe. You can't see him, but he sounds close. You consider taking off again, but... your leg doesn't have much strength left in it, you think. And it's probably too late for that, anyway. It's probably too late for anything.

You scream when a hand crashes through the thin branches and scrabbles for you, finally closing in an iron grip just as you bolt from your cover. What's more, your leg buckles, and you collapse to the earth.

"Found you," he smirks, kneeling quickly in front of you and wrapping a hand around the back of your knee. He yanks, knocking you onto your back, and you start to panic; this is not a position you want to be trapped in.

Before he can grab your other leg, you pull it away, then lash out, sending your foot toward his face like a striking snake. He falls backwards a bit to dodge it, but manages to keep hold of your knee.

"Let me go, you mons--" you break off with a shout as he moves his hand further up your leg and squeezes your bandaged wound. You think you feel it reopen.

"Plannin' to make me? With that bad leg of yours?" He chuckles. Your hands frantically grab and pull at his, desperately sinking your nails in to try and force him to release you. Blood starts to seep through your clothes as you watch. He doesn't budge, and the pain is nearly blinding, so you instinctively send your fingers flying toward his face instead.

That gets his attention; the smile drops off his face as he leans away to protect his eyes, losing his grip on you in the process. You try to scramble away, but you can't get up fast enough - your leg is basically just dead weight now. He tackles you back down, slamming your torso against the forest floor, knocking the wind out of you. You begin to cough uncontrollably, and he takes the opportunity to climb between your legs and put his hands around your neck.

Luckily, you remember one thing in particular from your self-defense class, something you can do when placed in exactly this situation. You steel yourself; your wound isn't going to like this.

Your arms come up and cross over his, keeping them right where they are and locking into place, before you bring your legs up and hook your knees over his shoulders. He starts to resist, but you draw your feet back down toward yourself and he freezes, feeling the pain bloom in his shoulder joints.

You still as well; for a moment, the two of you just stare at each other, breathing hard.

"Hm. Full'a surprises, aren't you, little wolverine?" His smirk shifts into a grimace as you put just a tiny bit more pressure on his joints.

"Shut up or I'll dislocate your shoulders," you growl.

Silence falls for another few moments as you try to think of a way out of this. He's stuck for now, but so are you. Even if you do dislocate his shoulders, he's on top of you, and he's too heavy to just push off. Plus, he can probably still strangle you afterwards, if he can power through the pain.

He seems to be reaching the same conclusions as you.

"So what's yer plan with this little stalemate? Stay like this until you get too weak to keep me here? Gotta be a better option."

He's right. This is a stall tactic at best, and you both know it... but then why not just wait you out? Why negotiate?

"... Like what?" You ask suspiciously. Your bad leg is already starting to tremble from the strain. He eyes you analytically for a few seconds before he responds.

"Got another game we could play," he purrs, a low rumble, breath ghosting over your face. He smells like hearthfire and musk - despite everything else, it's not unappealing. "And if you play along, I'll give ya 24 hunt-free hours and a new pack of supplies."

That definitely sounded too good to be true. You're about to ask what the game entails when he rocks his hips against you, letting you feel how much he's enjoying the current state of affairs and leaving you in very little doubt about what he has in mind.

"Well, ain't that a pretty sight," he laughs, full and booming. "Didn't know yer eyes could get that big around. That's not even all of it, darlin'."

You don't know how to respond. You don't think you really have a choice; it's too good of a deal - life-savingly good, even - to pass up, and honestly... yes, the man is terrible, and he's trying to kill you, but now that he's so close, he's also kinda turning you on. For whatever twisted reason, his scent and his voice and the things he's saying to you are all conspiring to warm you up in some pretty specific places.

"... Okay," you breathe, sounding almost timid. You clear your throat, willing your voice to come out stronger. "As long as you throw in a first aid kit and a blanket."

"You drive a hard bargain," he chuckles again. "Good for you. Deal."

Now comes the part, you suppose, where you have to trust him not to kill you the second you release him. It's not easy; you lapse into silence as you try to gather the necessary courage. You remind yourself that this is your only chance, even if it's a slim one, and you drop your legs from his shoulders, allowing them to lay on either side of him. The instant relief in your injured leg is enough to bring tears to your eyes.

You watch him warily as he pulls away from you, sitting up on his knees. It seems he's making no move to kill you yet, anyway.

"Goddamn," he grunts, rolling his shoulders, trying to work out the waning pain. "Quite a trick. Where'd you learn that?"

"Self-defense class," you breathe, only half paying attention to the conversation, your mental preparations taking precedent. He nods in acknowledgement. "So... where do you want me?" You ask, only a little tentatively, to your credit.

"Just stay right there, honey," he says, shedding his coat, "I've got ya."

He unbuckles his belt next, and the sound sends an uncomfortable bolt of adrenaline through you, but it's nothing compared to the near-panic you feel when he starts unfastening and pulling off your pants. Having the man's hands on you is practically torturous, even though he isn't hurting you - because he has before, and he can so easily. Your body reacts to him the way you imagine a rabbit reacts to the cry of a hawk.

"Mm, look at you," he hums appreciatively once you've been bared below the waist, staring voraciously, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were excited."

Okay, well, other than that uniquely human reaction, you suppose. You feel your face heat up, ashamed and a little annoyed by your body's eagerness.

Then his fingers lightly brush over you, and your mind moves on to other things. You gasp, thighs tensing on either side of him. His touch gets firmer, stroking, making you buck your hips against your better judgment. He chuckles.

"Hurry up," you grumble through gritted teeth, "get it over with already."

"C'mon now, that attitude's no fun," he purrs, pulling his hand away from you in order to retrieve a small bottle from his pocket. "Besides, you don't want me movin' too fast, trust me."

He pops the cap off the bottle and upturns it, squirting some of the contents into his hand. He spreads it over his fingers.

Lube. Why does he have that on him?!

His fiendish preparedness aside, you can't deny the relief that washes over you at the sight. Based on what you'd felt of him earlier, you'd been worried about taking him without harm.

His hand dips back down and then lower, until slick fingers are circling your entrance.

"Go ahead, ask for it," he rumbles.

"Ugh, fuck you," you spit. He smirks, and starts sinking one large digit inside you.

It's a lot, even with lube; you can't help but squirm. He's going too fast. You start trying to push him away, but he doesn't stop until he's buried to the knuckle. You whimper; he groans.

"You said hurry," he reminds smugly.

"Fuck you," you reinterate.

You're still grasping his wrist as he starts to move it, sliding his finger back and forth - slowly at first, but steadily faster until the motion is smooth and easy, and you're biting back pleasured moans.

He slides in a second one and you're back to where you started, arching and trying to wiggle away from him. You really don't know where he gets off having such thick fingers. He seems to be enjoying the show, but at least he's prepping you well. You honestly hadn't expected as much.

"Ready for me?" He asks, once you've adjusted to the second digit.

You figure you ought to be, right? You're pretty sure your voice would come out breathy and tremulous if you tried to speak, so you just nod, eyes closing for a moment of rest.

You feel and hear him rustling around, dealing with his clothing, and then he's grabbing your thighs (thankfully avoiding your wound, which is still oozing a bit) and pushing them back until you're nearly bent in half. The position is very similar to the defensive one you were in earlier.

You feel him against you, skin to skin, as he lines himself up, and you gasp quietly, eyes flying open. Two fingers wasn't enough, you realize regretfully.

"Told ya that wasn't all of it," he chuckles, and starts pushing forward.

He doesn't rush, thank heavens, but he also doesn't go slowly enough. You writhe more than ever - you don't know what you expect, it's not as if you can get out from under him, or even make him stop, but the burning stretch is just too much and you can't stay still, can't keep the frantic little pathetic sounds from falling out of your mouth.

"Mmm, just like that," he says with a deep groan; your obvious discomfort must be turning him on.

"Ffff-fuh," you stumble, unable to summon up the energy and presence of mind for your usual rejoinder.

"Hm? That smart mouth o' yours finally struck dumb?"

You rouse enough to glare at him - that stupid smirk of his drives you batty - but then he sheaths himself as far as he can go and you let out a cry. He stills, gazing down at you as you try to even out your breathing.

"God, you're just annoyingly large in every possible way, aren't you?" You sigh, glare returning to grace your features.

"Thought you'd be able to handle it without whining, vicious little thing that you are," he purrs, "guess I overestimated you. Should I be more gentle with your delicate frame, darlin'?"

You snarl at him, baring your gritted teeth.

"You are such an asshole. Are you ever going to fuck me, or would you rather sit here jawing all d--"

You cut off as he moves his hips, pulling back almost all the way.

"Careful what you wish for," he says, and you realize what he's about to do a second before he does it. Your eyes widen.

"Wai--"

You nearly choke on your own tongue as he slams back into you mercilessly, jolting your body hard.

He follows it up with another, and another, until your hands scrabble uselessly across his back, nails biting into the muscle as you cry out and whimper in wild desperation, rocking helplessly with his thrusts.

He likes it. You can tell by the grunts and growls, the way his rhythm is already starting to stutter.

Luckily for you, you've moved from pain-discomfort to pain-pleasure, and every hard and deep roll of his hips is stoking the flame, pulling the coil in your abdomen so tight that you think each one is going to be the one to make you finally snap. He's so big; the sensation is overwhelming.

Goddamn it. You're going to come for this asshole.

"C'mon, give it to me," he growls, as if reading your mind. Though you can imagine it's not hard to guess how close you are, based on the sounds you're making.

"No," you manage to snarl, completely aware that you lack the fortitude to deny his request even as you speak. You amend your statement. "Make me."

"Easily," he hums, and it only takes another moment before he does just that.

You climax so loud that you wouldn't be surprised if people in the nearest town heard you. He follows quickly afterward, though much more quietly. A long, rumbling groan is all you get from him.

You lay together for several minutes, breathing hard, bodies too spent to move, until finally he pulls out slowly and sits up.

"There now," he says, smiling almost fondly, "that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

You roll your eyes.

#I gotta start reining myself in jfc #Mason makes me verbose #the price of flesh #mason heiral #Rune writes fanfic

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