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Ok, you got this Max.
@willisjagerman mom should have sent over my address. Come find me and we can talk
#Max and Willie confrontation#hatchetfield rp#hatchetblr#michie#tw violence#tw abuse#tw gun#tw implied abuse#tw verbal abuse#tw homophobia#tw slur#tw toxic masculinity
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Wip of that fic I was talking about earlier. Tw for self victim blaming and death of a parent and bits of toxic masculinity and mentions of cancer.
#marble hornets#marble hornets fanfic#mh fic#tw self victim blaming#tw toxic masculinity#tw death#mh holly bark#marble hornets holly bark#holly bark#mh tim wright#tw cancer#text
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The Dragon King Kazimir - Issue One, Part Six
#tw violence#tw toxic masculinity#sansmaeda fankid#cringe#ms paint#mspaint#webcomic#anime#art#artists on tumblr#fancomic#every time you reblog this kazimir gets hit again#the dragon king kazimir#fanime#tw homophobia
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Z: *worried* Alex...*he comes over and sits next to him* I'm real sorry those jerks out there did that. You didn't deserve that. *hands him a handkerchief* They're a bunch of bullies and believe me they've made the special buddy list.
TW: Panic attack, parental abuse, toxic masculinity
#prince alexander of pilandia#zekko#animaniacs oc#tw panic attack#tw parental abuse#goofyrpmaniacs#rp text#crazy not zany oc#tw toxic masculinity
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CW this post contains talk about failed suicide attempts, psych wards, abusive families, neglect, toxic expectations/toxic masculinity (slightly)
Under the cut for safety! This is a Jacob Custos hc post, I’ve talked about this a good bit in my discord server but I thought why not bring it over to here. It’s some heavy shit so read at your own discretion!!
Jacob was actually adopted at a very young age. His adoptive parents were not the greatest people, and by that I mean they actually fucking sucked. His adoptive father was abusive and neglectful and his adoptive mother out right pretended he didn’t exist most days.
His father held way too high expectations of him, and Jacob having adhd did not help with academic ones. He was putting 200% of himself into his work which caused him to become so emotionally and mentally burnt out most of the time.
Since he was also a sports boy he existed in a circle of “friends” that held very toxic views on what made you a man or not, so Jacob had to act all tough and cool.
The only person he could ever be himself around was Kaitlyn and Kaitlyn’s family. They were the family he never had and Kaitlyn’s parents adored Jacob.
All of this ends up piling too much onto him, plus the extra weights of his mental health being negatively affected from this routine, Jacob ends up trying to take his own life in their sophomore year of high school. The only reason he didn’t succeed was because Kaitlyn had called the cops. Prior to Jacob attempting he had been much to chipper at school, which Kaitlyn along with other signs she had seen finally understood what was happening. She tried to have a talk with him about it which of course didn’t end well because they’re young and don’t understand how to have a good serious conversation about this without stepping on some toes.
Kaitlyn calling the cops ends up saving Jacob’s life. She’s the only one (other than her family) who visits him in the hospital, his parents only showing up for long enough to make it seem like they care.
He ends up being admitted to a psych ward for a while by recommendation of the hospital. Yet after this Jacob doesn’t actually go to school for the rest of the remaining school year. He doesn’t want to be seen as the jock boy who suddenly had a break down and tried to kill himself. What remains of his toxic pride and want to be seen as “normal” said it be better if he just skipped the rest of the year.
Because of the suicide attempt and skipping out on so much school Jacob ends up developing a trauma sourced fear of cops. They’re loud, they’re aggressive, they don’t care about the person they’re dealing with, and they’ve shown up to his house so many times for him that it’s caused him to develop a minute case of paranoia/anxiety around them. Anytime he sees a cop or hears police sirens he will most likely go into a panic attack.
Anyways yeah....hope you liked my totally fun light hearted Jacob post. /s
#the quarry#quarry game#hacketts quarry#jacob the quarry#the quarry jacob#jacob custos#kaitlyn the quarry#the quarry kaitlyn#kaitlyn ka#the quarry headcanons#tw sui attempt#tw abuse#tw childhood trauma#tw child abuse#tw police#tw toxic family#tw toxic masculinity#tw emotional trauma
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Boiling Point
Setting: Weekly Rodriguez Family Dinner, 1/29/2023
Mentions: @nichelleyoung
Triggers: Toxic Masculinity, Street Fighting, Incarceration, Anger Management Issues, Death Mention
Word Count: 1307 words
Note: Italics are Spanish
It was pretty common for Surge to wallflower whenever the entire family was together. Yes, he would occasionally join the conversation, or play whatever game his brother tried to get him into. But every week was loud, competitive, and being the lone introvert in a family of extroverts was exhausting.
Well not the only one, Surge knew that his father was one. But the two of them had the tendency to wallflower on opposite sides of the room - if not opposite sides of the house. It was easy to forget within the crowd, the overlapping conversations, the kids all running around, the fact that there were 29 people all in this house that always seemed to small for the amount people that came over.
But despite how exhausting his family was, he was actually glad to come to family dinner this week. Considering that his mom has insisted that Nichelle come (to which Surge only agreed to extend the invitation if his mother promised not to ask about when they would be having more kids), and this was her official introduction to the family that she hadn’t met at the restaurant, he was just glad that it was going well. That throughout all the craziness she seemed to fit.
Pilar had taken it upon herself to introduce Nichelle to everyone, and Surge just watched with a smile on his face. He had his phone out, planning on sneaking a picture of the two of them while they were distracted, when a voice from behind him surprised him.
“She seems nice,” the deep gruffness of Fernando’s voice was quiet, in a way that almost seemed like a contradiction.
“She is,” Surge nodded to his father, “Didn’t exactly realize how nice it would be to have someone around until I met her.”
“And Pilar?” Fernando asked, in a way that Surge could tell that his father was trying to get to something, but he wasn’t entirely sure what.
“Pilar adores her,” Surge admitted, despite being wary of the conversation, a smile still came to his face, “the two of them have really bonded.”
“Good,” Fernando nodded, “It’s about time you found the girl a mother.”
The words caught Surge off-guard, his brows instantly furrowing as he took in his father’s words. His hand clasped around his phone, the picture that he was trying to take forgotten as he gripped. While his father had been full of critiques since he had gotten out of jail, it was almost as if Fernando didn’t even realize how insulting the words were. To him, to Pilar, to Nichelle, even to Sarai’s memory.
“What exactly do you mean by that?” Surge asked, his words measured, hoping that his father has misspoke - but knowing the man well enough to know that hope was probably misplaced.
“Pilar needs a gentle touch,” Fernando said, matter-of-factly, as if he still didn’t see the problem, “and you seem determined to raise that child surrounded by violence. Someone needs to shield her from that.”
“You know, Nichelle and her father are both giant boxing fans, right? Oh wait, no you wouldn’t know that because apparently all you think Nichelle is good for is being a replacement Mom for Pilar,” Surge snapped, not realizing that his voice had gotten louder and that everyone had started watching. “But I didn’t start dating Nichelle in order to force her to be a housewife, I’m dating her because I like her. Actually, I love her. But I guess that doesn’t matter to you.”
“You know as well as I that if Sarai were here...” the older man warned, his voice rising to match his son’s as her was interrupted.
“You don’t get to say her name,” Surge yelled, “and you don’t get to act as if you knew her. That you knew what our family would be like, how we would have parented Pilar. You didn’t even know her!”
“She would have had the girl, and you barely would have seen her. Every other weekend until you lost interest or Sarai decided she had enough. We both know that you’re a horrible example for her, Sergio. Pilar deserves more than a lifetime of watching her father get injured over and over again. She deserves to have a normal childhood with a mother who can help her thrive.”
“What, like we had a normal childhood?” Surge accused, his eyes narrowing, “Because you sure as fuck made sure we wouldn’t have that.”
“You don’t know how much I tried. You don’t know what I did for this family,” Fernando warned, his voice growing angrier.
“Everyone fucking knows what you did,” Surge countered, annoyed at the same excuse that Fernando had given time and time again. “because you were gone. Josue, Maria, and Anita all dropped out of high school the moment that they could to help support this family. I almost got arrested street fighting because nobody would let me drop out and get a job. But that violence that you hate - it’s what made sure that Mom could keep the restaurant. It bought the house that we’re in right now. It made sure that you didn’t have to go back to work after you got out of prison. It has made sure that Angel got to go to college and grad school without any fucking student loans, and has made sure that I’ll be able to do the same for my daughter. And it won me two Olympic medals. So maybe you should finally admit that I’ve done more for this fucking family than you have. And it’s my money that’s keeping us together now.”
“Your blood money,” Fernando spat with disgust.
“That you happily take,” Surge snapped back.
“That. Is. Enough!” Sofia’s voice managed to be louder than the two of theirs, quieting them enough for Surge to realize that everyone was watching - that somewhere in his anger his phone had left his hand and shattered against the wall. And he could feel his father using that as another reason as to why he wasn’t a good person, why his boxing wasn’t an honorable career like everyone else, why he was a terrible father.
This has been the worst of their fights, and it felt like all the work in his anger management therapy sessions had managed to go down the drain.
But the worst of it was the moment that he noticed Pilar’s face - scared, crying, confused. Surge had always tried to hide his temper from his daughter, and here it was out in the open. Going over to the girl, Surge scooped her up and Pilar held onto him tight.
“Why is abuelo so angry?” she cried into his shoulder, her words a whisper in his ear. And Surge didn’t have an answer, not one that he could give a toddler, especially when Pilar was just starting to understand that her mom wasn’t there like the other kids in her preschool had.
“He’s just having a bad day,” Surge lied to try and comfort the child, wishing that he had something better to say - knowing that Pilar would probably have questions that he was going to have to answer, but figuring that he could at least get her home before she started asking. After saying his goodbyes and letting Nichelle do the same, Surge was still boiling, knowing that he needed to get out before it all started erupting again.
“You keep treating him like this, and one day he won’t come back. Is that what you want? To lose our son and granddaughter?” Surge overheard his mother angrily lecture his father.
But he was already out the door before he heard the answer. Because he didn’t want to know the answer.
He was scared that he already knew it. And that the answer was yes.
#sp#boiling point#tw death#tw toxic masculinity#tw incarceration#tw street fighting#tw anger management issues
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I know it's old discourse but sometimes I remember back when annoying mfs tried to say that drawing c!Tommy in cute and traditionally feminine clothing is weird like Okay?? Homophobia and transphobia don't really exist in the dsmp and gender norms are outta the way, I think there are worse things out there than to draw a little guy with soft sweaters and cardigans and things like that.
to me it's obvious those takes happen mostly because the thought that an "ugly" abuse victim could ever be depicted in a "pretty" way violates c!Tommy antis' fucked perceptions of his character. They can't imagine him safe, peaceful, happy and content. Because if they did, they'd have to see him as what he is: a person who only lashes out when he's hurt, and not what they need him to be to feed their hateful view of him: a dirty little demon who deserved it and should be put through worse.
Also toxic masculinity and misogyny. Can't have a male victim be soft and present as fem. Fem things are weak and soft and sweet, and he's loud and mean and evil, so he can't have that "nice perfect" stuff, because that fucks with their narrative.
I wanna make a post about this. But eh I a bit tired so here's this for now.
#dream smp#fandom critical#c!tommy#c!tommy apologist#tw abuse mention#tw misogyny#tw toxic masculinity
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Thinking about how the Manburg motto was to "cry about it"
How c!Jayshit mocked c!Q for "crying about [it]" during the White House Fight
And it took c!Slime's death for him to canonically shed tears
Did he ever break down sobbing in the year or so (or longer?) between the two incidents? Were the tears from grief alone or from an extensive buildup of never-relieved pain and trauma or even despair?
#aqua analyzes c!quackity from the dsmp#dream smp#quackity#/rp /dsmp#my thoughts#i am rewatching certain scenes if you can't tell#tw abuse mention#tw toxic masculinity#/rp#/dsmp#my post#8 may 2022
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“i don’t think there’s anything in life that i would have to lie about to you. it does help that you’re kinda off the deep end, because i’m never gonna shock you.” — steve
@harringtontm
Once upon a time, Eddie Munson had never dreamed in all his wildest dreams of owning a home. He didn't dream about that or that the house came with kids and the perfect partner. Those just weren't things he ever saw for himself. Who wanted to have a life with the trailer trash, drug-dealing nerd with criminal parents and a cleared charge of murder? Well, apparently, Steve Harrington did. Hawkin's golden-balled son who'd somewhat fallen from grace. And Eddie wasn't quite stupid enough to deny himself the perfect boyfriend and eventually the perfect husband and father. So, although he'd never dreamed of having his own family. With Steve, he got just that, kids and all.
Sam came squalling into the world as loudly as his tiny lungs allowed him to be. The kid had some huge big dick energy for being like a minute old, and Eddie could respect that. Steve had said that he was definitely Eddie's son because only his kid would be able to start a career as a metal singer straight out of the womb. On the other hand, Rian was a quiet little thing, born nearly a month early. Steve spent countless nights by Rian's incubator in the NICU, adding over him like a papa hen---or a cock, if you wanted to be technical about it. There were moments of touch and go with a nasty case of pneumonia. But they eventually brought Rian home two months later.
And as the boys grew, it became apparent that their two-bedroom apartment wouldn't be enough. The kids had enough energy for ten puppies and weren't shy about their sibling wars when they occurred, so they started looking into an affordable house, which was a total bummer as far as Eddie was concerned. Nowhere in the city of Chicago was what they were looking for, which ultimately boiled down to needing lots of space.
The discovery of Green House out in rural Dollville, Illinois. Yeah, Eddie hated the name already. It was like something out of a dream. The place was definitely old. The gothic architecture alone said that from the tall turrets adorned with dozens of windows and the many ornately pointed doorways and winding staircases that looked like something out of Dracula. Best of all, their sprawling emerald lawns ran off into the woods behind the house, so the kids had all the space they needed and more. Eddie questioned Steve multiple times about how the fuck Green House was only 160K. It had five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a wine cellar, and a freaking library. It sounded much too good to be true. But Steve was suddenly making interior redesign plans, and the boys were running rings around the place before they even put in a bid. It turned out there were no other bidders, which, once again, Eddie found impossible to believe. But when he questioned their realtor, Bess. She remained tight-lipped, silently invoking the state law where she didn't have to disclose anything about the house that she didn't want to. Eddie never forgot that.
Things were fine for a few weeks when they moved in. The boys weren't too happy having to bus it to school in the next town, but they liked having their own spaces. And Steve had never been so damned horny now that they could put plenty of space between them and the boys when needed. What the fuck did Eddie have to complain about? Nothing. So, why did he feel weird about their new home? He figured it would stop after a little while, but it only grew. The sense of discomfort began to weigh heavily on him, in his head, heart and chest, like a wet sheet pressed tightly over his face. He put on a smile, though he'd never been great at hiding his emotions, and he expected Steve to reel him in about it at any given moment. Steve said nothing. He was more interested in the construction of the house, and there were moments when it seemed that Steve didn't care whether he existed; even the amazing sex dried up quickly. The Steve he knew always cared so much, too much. Where had he gone?
Things went from bad to worse when Rian claimed he could hear someone in Green House, at night, in his bedroom. Eddie initially thought little of it, just a kid being spooked by an old house. But when he went to tell Steve that Rian was sleeping with them for the night. Well, that's when the first big ball dropped. Not only did Steve say no, he followed it up with: The kid can't be a pussy forever, and he rolled his eyes. It's strange what a few words can do to someone when they come from a specific person and are spoken in a certain way. The pressure that'd been building inside Eddie for weeks suddenly became crushing, and it pushed harder and harder until the feeling concentrated into numbness. Under normal circumstances, Eddie would have torn into his husband like a viper for that kind of talk. But instead, he walked away, mumbling about how he would sleep with Rian rather. And if he heard Steve say that, no wonder their son was turning into a pussy. He ignored it.
A few days later, Eddie was sitting alone in the living room, just staring into nothing. He didn't remember how he got there, and he didn't really care either. Truthfully, he stopped caring about anything after the conversation with Steve a few nights ago. Where was Steve? Don't know. Don't care. Where were the kids? Don't know. Don't care. Everything was white noise, and his head hurt, but Eddie carried on silently without another thought until a shrill scream shattered the invisible glass between him and everything outside of his body. He swore he'd never stood up nor run so fast in his life, at least not since Vecna. Following the sounds towards the garden, he bumped into an equally panicked Steve before they burst through the doors to discover a scene of death. It was the bug sanctuary he had spent days building with the boys when they moved in. The whole thing lay in pieces, insects and all. Half-formed butterflies torn from their chrysalis' and beetles stomped on among a sea of debris made of rocks and wood and destroyed plants. Then, beside it all stood Sam in an ocean of tears. Steve rushed to their son's side, and it was like he was himself again, pulling Sam away from the horror into his strong arms. Something felt wrong. Eddie knew that. And yet his compulsion to do anything about it still wavered despite the alarm bells that told him otherwise.
Steve took Sam inside to calm down and find Rian while Eddie cleaned up the mess. He disposed of everything, seeing little to no point in continuing with their project. A part of him suspected Steve of the vandalism. There was no proof of that, though. And he couldn't think of a motive for it either. When he headed back into the house, Steve awaited him in the kitchen, standing on the other side of the marble counter he had spent the weekend before installing. A short and uneasy silence pervaded the space between them until Steve finally spoke up as if he were reading his mind. I don’t think there’s anything in life that I would have to lie about to you. Eddie frowned, moving a step back when Steve rounded the counter into his personal space. Not so long ago, Eddie would have welcomed that. Not anymore. "What are you talking about, Steve?" He questioned, arms crossing over his chest defensively.
It does help that you’re kinda off the deep end because that means I’m never gonna shock you. And there was the man from a few nights before with cold words and colder eyes, like a predator observing its prey while mocking and belittling him. Unfortunately for Steve, Eddie still had a flicker of voice left, a tiny fighting instinct. "If I'm off the deep end, then where the fuck are you? The abyss?" Maybe they were both there in the darkest darkness, trying to claw their way out and failing miserably like their parents before them. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You might still be the same basic bitch you always were. But me? I've got plenty left yet to shock you with." The words felt right at that moment. Yet, he knew he would come to regret them later for reasons he couldn't conjure. Maybe it was the disturbing glint in Steve's eyes or the sensation of dread that possessed him on a daily basis since their first glimpse of Green House. Somehow, Eddie just knew as he walked away from the love of his life after tearing him down. Steve was going to make him regret it.
#ship. whenever i’m alone with you; you make me feel like i am whole again ( harringtontm ) 💙#harringtontm#implied potential for domestic abuse tw#au. hell house feat. harringtontm.#tw toxic masculinity
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just a reminder that going to the gym is fatphobic and rooted in toxic masculinity! people only go to the gym to lose weight, look good or otherwise! so people only go to the gym to look good! also, cishet white men only go to the gym to be buff and shit! gym selfies often show how self absorbed the individual is as well!
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Date? I thought they wanted him to marry her, give her away as a traditional house wife
Yes date and marry. It’ll be good for Maxwell, maybe he’ll finally start acting like a real man.
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ew transphobia and misandrny/toxic masculinity
#ah yes bc art styles are tied to ur gender#tw transphobia#tw misandry#tw toxic masculinity#tw people being weird about gender roles#like hate boyfriends all u like idc#there's definitely things to hate about it#but really?#ur just desperate for things to be mad about now
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The Dragon King Kazimir - Issue Three, Part Eleven
#tw mysoginy#tw murder#tw death mention#tw mention of death#tw alcohol mention#tw sex#tw sexism#tw toxic behavior#tw toxic masculinity#why is jotaro here#luka megurine x oc#megurine luka x oc#megurine luka#luka megurine#I'm sorry vocaloid fans#i'm sorry luka#i can't believe kazimir fucks#he got some and is now brooding and being a little shit
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Z: *to the asshole* Excuse me, but you bumped into him. You owe him an apology.
TW: Bullying, toxic masculinity, flashbacks, panic attack
Asshole: Oh, you're right. Well I'm sorry...*pushes Alexander on the ground* that YOU we're in my--*then all of Alex's makeup falls out of his bag* Oh...hohohoho! What's this? Makeup? For your sister or somethin'?
A: Now listen here! Those materials are for me! Now if you excuse me--*as Alex picks up his makeup, the asshole stomps on his hand* ARGH!
Z: ALEX!!
Asshole: You're a boy...and yet you wear makeup?! Now that's a riot!
A: Cease this! I demand it!
Asshole: *points at Alex* Hey look everyone! The boy actually wears makeup! You know what that makes you? A sissy boy!
*some jackasses around them start laughing at Alex*
A: *tears up* I-I'm not...I'm not...s-stop laughing! Please!
*they keep laughing at him, then flashbacks*
???: You're not fit to be a king for being effeminate.
A: *tears up more, makes a run for it but accidentally leaves his makeup*
#zekko#prince alexander of pilandia#crazy not zany#animaniacs ocs#goofyrpmaniacs#rp text#tw bullying#tw toxic masculinity#tw flashbacks#tw panic attack
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I have two options here:
1) Attempt to explain to him how bad, narrow-minded, and harmful a take this is, and educate him on toxic masculinity.
Or
2) Unfriend and block the fucker and feel sorry for him, his wife, and their two sons.
Again, this man is an educator.
It's fucking insulting.
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It's interesting that Izzy is the one who sees Ed's attraction to Stede first. Yes, Izzy is the closest to Ed, and he pays a lot of attention to Ed because that's part of his job. But it's clear from his voiceover at the start of "Art of Fuckery," and what happens with his character subsequently, that he's watching Ed very carefully for signs that he's slipping out of his Blackbeard persona, and more broadly, out of the performative masculinity that Izzy believes is the mark of a real man.
A lot has been said about Izzy's internalized homophobia, but it's a very complicated kind of homophobia - he doesn't fit the trope of the closeted gay man using homophobia to cover his sexuality. Izzy has no apparent problem with homosexuality - as Calico Jack says, it's more or less expected at sea. The form of his homophobia has more to do with gender presentation and sexual roles, not the concept of gay sex or attraction.
The two men on the Revenge he has the most immediate conflicts with are Lucius and Stede. To him, neither of them perform masculinity correctly, and both of them, in their own ways, refuse to participate in the masculine hierarchy he's steeped in.
Izzy's problem clicks for Lucius immediately, because Lucius is an out gay man who has undoubtedly met men like Izzy before. He's not ashamed of his sexuality or his presentation of it, and so he defies the hierarchy by explicitly refusing to participate.
Stede is more complicated because he's not out at all. Izzy calls Stede a "ponce" and a "fop," but neither word would necessarily imply that Stede's gay; being a fop is not equivalent to sexuality (though in "Act of Grace," Izzy's emphasis makes it clear that "twat" is standing in for a much stronger word). It is Stede's presentation of masculinity, his effeminacy, that Izzy finds repellent. Stede's not a "real pirate" (read: a real man). The idea that Ed - the man's pirate and the pirate's man - would be seduced by him upends Izzy's worldview and is something he feels he must put a stop to.
At the start of the "Art of Fuckery," Izzy's realization that Stede has "seduced" Ed is immediately followed by the stabbing scene, which Izzy overhears. I'm still not clear if we're meant to think that Izzy believes they're actually having sex on the deck, but regardless, it confirms the "seduction" for him.
This is the one clear time that we see things filtered through Izzy's perspective, with the episode literally starting with his voiceover. He's horrified by what he hears on deck, and the obvious sexuality connected to it, and he immediately insists that Ed kill Stede.
This is not a subtle show. The stabbing on deck is explicitly sexualized. Not only is Ed being "stabbed" by another man, he's being stabbed by an effeminate man. In Izzy's reading of the world, there are men who penetrate and men who are penetrated, men who dominate and men who are dominated, and those roles are aligned with masculine presentation. It would be fine for Ed to be stabbed by Calico Jack, a properly masculine man who understands the masculine hierarchy, but not by Stede.
Stede defies Izzy's categorizations by quite literally not understanding the role he's supposed to play in the first place. Stede's not humiliated by his shirt being cut off in "A Damned Man"; he says that he quite enjoyed it. Izzy's threats go right over his head in "A Gentleman Pirate" - he can't even remember Izzy's name. It doesn't occur to him to be scared or humiliated. He further upends Izzy's reading by treating Ed kindly. Ed can't bring himself to fulfill his role in the masculine hierarchy by killing (stabbing) Stede, and Stede sits down and offers him gentleness.
Stede throws Izzy's concept of masculinity out of whack by being an effeminate man who penetrates, a fop who seduces a "real man," and whom Ed sees no shame in asking to stab him. He's too fluid for Izzy to get a hold of. He doesn't just not participate in the performance of masculinity that Izzy wants from him; he doesn't even know that there's a performance going on.
Later in the episode, it's Izzy who stabs Stede, pinning him to the mast and re-establishing the masculine hierarchy - Stede is the one to be penetrated by a "real pirate." Then Stede just...breaks his sword. He did it on purpose. Izzy is effectively emasculated, but Stede doesn't even know it. He just knows that he "did it right."
What has thrown Izzy off is Stede's lack of participation in the masculine hierarchy. He doesn't know the rules that Izzy has been controlled by, and so he's not "doing it right." Being penetrated isn't inherently shameful. Penetrating isn't inherently about dominating or gaining power over. Stede's face when he stabs Ed is simply one of concern, because he's hurt him. He's not getting a sexual thrill out of harming Ed, and penetration doesn't equal power for him. Stede throws everything Izzy thinks he knows about masculinity overboard simply by existing.
(I think I've got more to say about how this all shifts in Season 2, and why that's so important to Izzy's arc, but I done wrote enough for now.)
#ofmd s2#ofmd#our flag means death#stede bonnet#izzy hands#edward teach#gif#lucius spriggs#ofmd meta#tw: homophobia#ofmd season one#please please note that i'm not trying to make izzy into the big bad#this whole thing is so important to his arc#because he IS homophobic and he IS steeped in toxic masculinity and he breaks out of that in season 2#it hurts him as much as it does anyone else#just in a different way
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