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TRAFFIC LIGHT TRIO X READER STUDY DATE HEADCANONS [seperate + all together!]
Content: reader is gender neutral, could be interpreted as either romantic or platonic
Headcanons under the cut!
RED SON:
☆ tries his best to keep you actually focused on the task at hand- doesn't let you goof off, but will allow consistent breaks
☆ but alas, once you've asked him a single question he'll derail the conversation twenty times over until he's completely off-topic and explaining something not even in your curriculum
☆ not that you mind- it's nice seeing him get passionate over topics he's into
☆ he tends to get absorbed into whatever he's working on, so study dates are a good way to get him to eat and drink water regularly alongside you
☆ I headcanon him as autistic, so parallel play is one of his favorite things! Enjoys being in your company while you each do your own seperate thing
☆ gets very easily frustrated if you're studying something not in his field of expertise [think molecular biology, literature, world geography] and you ask for his help only for him to not understand the question
☆ now it's your turn to try and keep him focused instead of going on a long-winded rant about how he's very smart and knowledgeable and this book is actually stupid and also he's-
MEI:
☆ you get a surprising amount of work done when you're with her!
☆ Mei's pretty good at balancing work and fun- she knows when to leave you be so you can focus on your studies, and when to strike up a conversation so you don't get too bored or stressed out
☆ she has a study date playlist specifically for the both of you that she updates frequently- she tries to keep her rock/metal songs out of it so it doesn't startle you and break your attention
☆ she's very horrible at explaining things- you ask her to help you with a question and although she understands the concept, she uses such convoluted metaphors and analogies that leave you more confused than before
☆ she likes holding your hand or sitting in your lap while you both work- just touching you in some way
☆ comes up with funny abbreviations for things you have to memorise
☆ gives you little pecks/kisses every once in a while, and near the end of your date when you're both burnt out, she'll give you a sleepy cuddle session while flipping through your flash cards
MK:
☆ oh boy
☆ where do I even start
☆ half of it is spent trying to wrangle MK into his desk, and the other half is spent trying to get him to open his books
☆ has a surprising amount of niche hyper-specific knowledge about various subjects, but if you ask him about the basics his mind'll blank
☆ tries his best to make the environment as comfortable for you as possible- utensils all set, cushions for your back, snacks and drinks on the table, reminders to stretch so your back doesn't hurt
☆ playing loud music tends to help him settle down and get some work done- you have to be holding his hand so he doesn't fidget around, though
☆ doodles on your notebooks/sticky-notes, usually small sketches of you or of himself giving you a thumbs up, flowers, hearts, little messages about how you're doing super well and you're super smart. It's really endearing and helps keep your morale up
☆ his attention span is very very low [I headcanon him as having ADHD], so he has to take multiple breaks in between. If you're still working while his mind is un-focused he'll braid your hair to keep his hands busy
RED SON + MEI + MK:
☆ yeah, you're not getting anything done today
☆ Mei and Mk together are a force to be reckoned with- and Red Son only adds fuel to the fire
☆ Mei and Mk'll make stupid jokes, Red Son'll tell them to shut up so he can focus, they'll make fun of him, he'll reply with a defensive and louder insult, and the cycle repeats
☆ if you ask a question, everyone'll be fighting to try and take a look at your book and help
☆ cue ensuing argument that lasts well into 20 minutes because all of them have a different answer
☆ upon googling it, you tell them that they're all wrong, actually
☆ even though you end up not doing anything, it's still a lot of fun- they're moreso just normal hangouts with the false advertisement of being productive
☆ the only time you get any work done with them is if it's the night before finals and you have to cram- the stress radiating off of you keeps their mouths shut
[Reminder that requests are open!]
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So the thing that I find fascinating about the ongoing debates around the "walrus vs fairy" poll is how much it reveals about the ways people reason and argue, and how those break down.
Like, on the one hand, I'm #teamwalrus, but the ways that some walrus voters argue about this poll are so hilariously disingenuous. "What if the 'fairy' is a gay man?" "What if it's Halloween?" "What if it's a medieval fae that just looks like some guy?" "What if I'm hallucinating?" - shut up shut up that's not the point and you goddamn know it. The question is only interesting at all if both the walrus and the fairy are instantly and equally recognisable as such. Otherwise you're just dodging the question. (As an aside, this is why I advocate for imagining the fairy as a kind of Tinkerbellish pixie creature, as this has all the desired instant recognisability and acts as a kind of opposite to the vastness of the walrus.)
On the other hand, a lot of fairy voters put forward the argument that "a fairy is impossible". But here's the thing: this represents a fundamental failure to adjust your beliefs under counterfactuals. If a fairy is knocking on your door, that fact in itself proves more or less definitionally that a fairy knocking on your door is not impossible in the possible world of the question, irrespective of your beliefs about the actual world, because it just happened.
And this is really where my walrus vote comes from, because the question was never "what is more probable (given your beliefs about the world", but "what would surprise you more".
If a fairy is knocking at my door, then yes, I have been fundamentally wrong in some assumption about what sort of things exist in the world - but otherwise, the fairy is behaving exactly as I would expect a fairy to behave, given what I have been told in fictional contexts about the behaviours of fairies. It would shake my world-view, force me to re-evaluate a lot of what I believe, but it wouldn't elicit surprise so much as confusion, self-doubt, and perhaps some existential dread.
By contrast, a walrus on my doorstep would be deeply surprising. There is not a single walrus in captivity in my country, so it must have come from the wild somehow. I do live by the sea, but I'm on a first floor flat with a locked door to the building, at the top of a hill, and on the other side of some flood defences relative to the water. While the walrus does not make me question any of my ontological beliefs, it does fundamentally undermine almost everything I believe about walruses, where they can be and what they do, which altogether will elicit much more surprise, emotionally, than a mere previously-thought-to-be-impossibility.
The issue with getting hung up on "but a fairy is impossible" is that to me it seems to function primarily as a kind of thought-terminating cliche. Because if there is a fairy knocking at your door, then obviously a fairy is not impossible, or else it wouldn't be knocking.
What I find interesting is how this really highlights how much people get emotionally invested once the category of "impossibility" is introduced - so much so that they extend that category across all possible worlds, even when the modal/counterfactual structure of the question clearly indicates that doing so undermines the entire premise of the question.
(Honestly, I could go on here about the ways in which the category of "impossible" circumscribing rational considerations impacts other areas of thought, especially politics, but this ramble has already gone on long enough and I don't want to derail it even more. Suffice to say that this seems to be a very general thought pattern, that once someone becomes invested in some sense in something being "impossible", this will, unless they are very careful, permanently colour every consideration they have about that something, often even over and above evidence to the contrary of this impossibility.)
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Alright. Let's break down this "oh" of an ending. NEGATIVE NANCY, COMING THROUGH
Spoilers, ho!
Ending a story is hard, if they're long or short. Whether you wrap up key threads or leave them open, you want some kind of takeaway that puts a period on things. Even in comics, where we know these characters will go on and on, ideally a story will end in a way that just... fits. Even amateur fic writers have loads of WIPs just sitting there because exactly how to end this damn thing eludes them.
I don't know if Rosenberg had an ending in mind when he started The Man Who Stopped Laughing. I don't know if he decided he'd figure it out by the end of it's year-long run. I don't know if DC Editorial lets people do that; it sounds insane, but if you've been paying attention to their current level of editorial "oversight," which I imagine is supposed to make concurrent titles mesh together reasonably well, I wouldn't be shocked if they let people wing it. Or, more likely, perhaps DC Editorial swooped in and made Rosenberg change the ending he had planned and that's why the result falls flat.
In any case, after 11 issues of enjoying myself, I'm left feeling deflated.
But let's start where #12 does, with the Joker who's been told he's John Keyser, a toxin'd henchmen that the real Joker made into a doppelganger for funsies. He approaches a hotdog vendor.
I'm stuck on "Hello. I've been looking for you"?? I didn't catch that on my first read. Joker has a favorite hotdog vendor? lol
Shut up, Waffles!! All we have is your word for it!!
In any case, hey, Keyser Joker has already been Jokering this long, so yeah, why not keep going? And why not with help from poor woobie Jason, fresh from nearly getting himself killed in Gotham War?
Bruce did not fix Jason at the end of Gotham War, so his adrenaline is still triggering fear in his brain. But Keyser Joker has a solution for that!
It's a tiny dose of Joker toxin to take the edge off of Bruce's programming. Joker makes a point of saying that the effects are only temporary, though. (And like, I assume this is just the quick-fix solution Rosenberg came up with to pull off his own ending when told Bruce's plans for Jason over in the other titles.) Jason is skeptical of this "help," naturally, but Keyser Joker brings up their matching interest: getting rid of the other Joker.
Jason, why you gotta ruin Albert's good time? 🙄
Cut to Red Hood dragging a clown henchman through the streets of Gotham.
But "his" face being blacked out and some of the dialogue clue the reader in: things aren't what they seem.
DERAIL TIME: what is up with this batmobile?
Like from some other angles, it looks sportier, but in most of the panels it looks like an old Buick? lol ANYWAY.
With the flaily way this person jumps off the bike and runs, I was sure that this was Keyser Joker and we might see Batman interact with him. Alas.
It's Ravager, who survived last issue's explosion. She's helping Jason 1) distract Batman and 2) get Albert out of harm's way, far from Keyser Joker's plan.
Naturally Keyser Joker is planning something more destructive than he's led Jason to believe. Also like…
The idea that Keyser Joker really is this John guy, not the real deal, is still not sitting fucking right with me. Seeing him here in another costume, with a goofy death train with mismatched eyes just like his, it feels like a signal that he actually is Joker and Waffles is either lying or mistaken somehow. Like compared to the other Joker, who we haven't seen in a costume? Who left Gotham for weird reasons? I really thought there was going to be a reverse reveal.
And since it doesn't come, I guess it's a good time to mention that! There is no reverse reveal of who the real Joker is. Things get a little muddy later, but…. hrm. HRM.
That said, the other Joker does something pretty dang Jokery: he shows up in a dirigible with his face on it.
Killer Moth and a bunch of clown goons (that aren't supposed to be available because of Gotham War but WHATEVER) attach the dirigible to the train and it's pretty chaotic!
I love when villains are like, "Look I may kill people, but an endangered gorilla?! Get outta here!" 😂
Jason also arrives in style.
I guess he was observing Ravager's distraction?? Which feels like it defeats part of the purpose of having her do the distraction. But then he couldn't have this cool entrance in which he bludgeons people with a motorcycle. Trade offs!
Meanwhile, Real Joker makes it to the front of the train to confront Keyser Joker. One of Real's goons offers to shoot Keyser, but Real Joker wants to make this personal and kills the poor hench so he can do it himself.
Jason coming in like YEEEEEAAAAHHHHH 😎
Then he gets the bad news.
Keyser is as casually suicidal as your average Joker! Also "Real" Joker never acknowledges Red Hood's identity, afaik. It's always Keyser Joker. Details like this got me thinking that reverse reveal was coming, AND YET.
That aside, next comes a fun comedy beat.
Real Joker going right for the hair!
Jason isn't going to let this be the end of it, of course, and once again Killer Moth must suffer at his hands.
Jason shoots so many clowns. Just never the one he wants. 😞
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaait wait wait. You're telling me that Bruce knew about the imminent TWO JOKERS situation. But he decided to prioritize a report of Red Hood dragging a clown through the streets. When in the same breath he's saying there are other people coming to the scene with him, so he obviously could've sent someone else? On the same day Batman #139 is like "oooh Bruce is totally onto Joker now"? This is what you're telling me?? Augh.
Well, we can't rely on Batman right now, clearly, so it's up to Jason.
Meanwhile, Keyser Joker has told the other one that he actually does have a secret way off the runaway train safely. After they fight some more, the tune starts to change.
Alright so, this "deal," which would sort of start them back at square one, doesn't bother me because obviously it's on shaky-ass ground and one of them is definitely killing the other before this issue is over. What does bug me is the "franchising" line, for two reasons:
1) Is this supposed to imply that Real Joker is the one who was behind Joker Incorporated in the Batman Incorporated issues, not a third one?
2) I was just SO SURE it was another indication we were getting a reverse reveal. Joker absolutely does not love the franchising idea. That's kind of been the point of this whole series. The genuine Joker in Keyser Joker's hallucination/memory said that having two Jokers around is stupid. HRRRRMMM.
Anyhow, they leave the train together, though the escape plan is literally just jumping off, which has more issues than they bargained for.
So do you think, assuming the Gotham War writers actually communicated at least a little, that Zdarsky asked Rosenberg what he needed Jason for at the end of TMWSL, and Rosenberg was like, "oh I need him to heroically crash a toxic blimp and almost die?" And then Zdarsky was like, "er, I need him to heroically fly a plane into a magic meteor and almost die?" And then they just shrugged and closed the Zoom?
But yeah, the blimp crashes, and I'm sort of confused because I thought that earlier Bruce was saying that even if the toxin gets into the water, it'll still make it's way to the city. So for one thing, it's still exploding in the air and it's still gonna drift. And the parts that dissolve in water are still gonna drift. There's a part to the equation missing here.
But these two are just thrilled at the excitement.
Until the sudden yet inevitable betrayal.
BUT WHO WAS JOKE
Shortly after this, Ravager shows up with Manhunter, who also survived last issue's explosion. (It just doesn't come up at all. Like it doesn't have to, I guess, but it's just weird that there's not a word or wound about it.) Ravager dives into the water looking for Jason, because she instinctually knows he did something grand and dumb. She finds him among the clown bodies and brings him to shore.
Nothing can kill this man! He came back from the dead with nine lives! And also maybe that Lazarus resin from TFZ is still helping, I dunno.
Elsewhere along the shore, what's left of both Jokers' crews find themselves waiting in the same spot for the Joker they expect to be triumphant.
You know what. I'm soured on Waffles now. Leave him.
And then, from the water…
And that's it. That's how it ends. With a sort of snide cop-out?
Like, it's Joker's POV, so yeah, you could say the dickish tone is just him. But following this story for a year, and then seeing it end with simply the old "you'll never know which Joker prevailed," it doesn't feel clever or whatever this is going for. It just feels obnoxious.
Honestly, it feels like the same takeaway as freaking Three Jokers. 😐 That it doesn't matter who Joker is. All the lead-up to this, where maybe we get a tiny bit of depth and development, even if just in this story, eh. Doesn't matter! We're ending this with blah payoff.
On the other hand, the part of about about there being more questions, about this ending not being tidy, makes me think that this is leaving open the possibility that Keyser Joker actually was the real one. After all, we don't get a flashback to the actual events. The events we see are part of a hallucination, and Keyser never said he had clear memories of being the real or the fake one. He just went from assuming he was the real one to taking Waffles' word for it that he was the henchman.
Also, Keyser Joker was always the Joker giving narration. And the narration boxes for the Final Joker at the end remain in his style. So it seems like we actually have a huge indication of which Joker prevailed-- unless we're meant to assume that if the other Joker prevailed, he merely took over the narration.
I mean, this is what we have. So if I can just choose what I want to believe, I'm going to believe both that Keyser was actually the real guy and that he won. But it puts a real sour taste in my mouth to be super engaged with a story and wanting an ending that says something about Joker's character… and the ending is just that one murders the other and you don't know who, neener neener. It's anticlimactic. It's a predictable direction that I thought SURELY Rosenberg wouldn't go in. It feels like a dick move.
And... what else is there to say? So ends my year of consistently buying a comic, I guess. Nothing else has really grabbed me like TMWSL did, though City of Madness looks promising. After the multiverse and Gotham War stuff, I'm not about to start picking up Zdarsky's Batman. #139 had plenty I should enjoy, but it's soured by Zdarsky deciding to bring a canonical take to the three Jokers concept for some ungodly reason.
A new three Jokers take feels extra stupid after a year of a story about two Jokers. And the second Joker in TMWSL isn't even taken into account in Zdarsky's story. Based off that #135 scene, it really looks like he's going to say that Darwin Halliday accidentally copied TKJ Joker somehow. lmao Why. Why do we have to do this. Why can't this just be one of the things that gets retconned away. I just want my murderclown to be fun.
I need to get back to my list of unread older comics. Or read One Operation Joker! I didn't think I was interested, but I think a random goofy premise is actually just what I need.
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Okay let's talk about how actually Bill is attached to Ford and genuinely sees him as a friend and maybe even likes him more than literally anyone else which was originally going to mainly revolve around Weirdmageddon, however I absolutely needed to add creator commentary and extra-canon in order to dig into Bill's mentality.
First, I'd like to point out this comment by Hirsch from the Sock Opera DVD commentary about how Bill views Mabel:
“Bill genuinely believes that Mabel’s kinda like him. He sees Mabel as a chaos agent. Like, Mabel has got a little bit of a seed of anarchy in her, she’s a little bit selfish, she likes to have fun at whatever cost. And Bill is all those things times a billion. So he thinks when he lays it all out for her like: ‘How about instead of being lame, you do something fun! And crush whoever you want in the process!’. He thinks that’s gonna go over. And he’s not wrong in seeing that side in Mabel but Mabel is a better person than Bill Cipher.”
as well as this bit from "Dipper's and Mabel's Guide to Mystery and Nonstop Fun" written by Bill:
Both which pretty much confirm that Bill likes Mabel and assumes they're alike based on a couple similarities, which adds up when you look at how he treats and interacts with Mabel in the show but let's not derail.
The point I'm trying to make here is that if Bill can get attached and relate to a twelve year old he's known for half a summer, it's pretty easy to imagine he probably feels similarly about a guy he's known for thirty years and is the character who by far has the strongest connection to Bill.
Of course for Bill to relate to Ford there has to be some similarity in the first place. And there are! You could compare Ford's willingness to build an interdimensional portal to gain knowledge and admiration to Bill's desire to reach beyond his own two-dimensional world and eventual attain of knowledge and power.
Of course, Ford isn't the first person to attempt to build a portal for Bill. But the similarities run deeper than that.
So you know how Ford's been ostracized for all his life and leaned into trying to be outstanding and special which was encouraged and made worse by Bill?
Because Bill namedrops the author of Flatland in the Bill Cipher AMA when asked about his birth dimension.
and on top of that, in Journal 3 Ford describes a dimension called Exwhylia which references Flatland and suggests Bill could have come from a similar dimension.
To keep it short for those unfamiliar, Flatland is a book about a place of that same name and describes it as a plane where three-dimensionality is incomprehensible, only the heads of society are allowed to know about other dimensions, the social system depends on a strict hierarchy, everything that risks deviating from the norm is shut down, may be worth mentioning here that triangles are near the bottom of the hierarchy too.
Yeah I don't think I need to really explain that Bill would absolutely hate it here and it's really jarring how much this place clashes with him.
Anyway do you see where I'm going with this? Bill probably being shunned by his world and Ford's whole deal?
About the leaning into being special thing, Flatland people are really just. people but shapes. So to me it implies Bill didn't always have his powers (on top of him literally saying "I wasn't always this way" in Weird 3 while talking about his newly gained powers and before talking about his old dimension). Can you imagine how much gaining those brought out the worst in him? I think he was already self-centered before but now he has more reason to see himself above others.
Now obviously, Bill just claimed Ford was special and called him his friend as a manipulation tactic, but it's significant to remember that we're talking about the guy who said this:
and is pretty much confirmed to apply this mindset to himself:
I think that while yes, Ford and Bill's friendship started out as nothing but manipulation on Bill's part, he really grew attached to the guy based on what they had in common.
Unfortunately, Bill does the same mistake with Ford as he does with Mabel and assumed he's more like him than he really is. I mean,
Bill wrote this into the Journal during Ford's paranoid era. And I don't think he's just rambling because he says "don't you understand" and "I ask you" which very much sounds like he's trying to be convincing.
Anyway, yeah I think this scene from Weirdmageddon 1 was really another genuine offer, rather than just plain and simply Bill mocking Ford.
Also Weirdmageddon 2 pretty much proves to me that Bill does see Ford as special. Just look at how he's always carrying golden Ford around in contrast to all the stone-turned townsfolk being built into his throne. Literally special treatment! In a bad messed up way.
Also a big fan of this episode showing that Bill does not care about the well-being of his so-called friends (which is even more outright in the uncut storyboard version of this scene)
really cementing the fact that not only does Bill see himself above mortals, but above everyone and really the only apparent reason they are friends is because they support Bill and he thinks they're fun.
So yeah it is absolutely possible for Bill to regard Ford on a similar level as them, maybe even above them. Finally, let's talk about the penthouse scene because I have a lot of feelings about that one.
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After attempting to charm Ford, Bill's first move in trying to negotiate is talking about his old dimension and how restricting and narrow-minded it was. Already brought this scene up earlier but honestly the fact that he just drops that on Ford is wild to me.
Like, this is the same guy who, according to the Axolotl, yearns for his old dimension but denies to himself that he deeply regrets destroying it. Bill hates showing vulnerability. He hates even acknowledging it. He only cares for vulnerability if it comes from other people for him to exploit!
So him telling Ford that his dimension was awful and he was genuinely miserable there is huge. Not just him telling Ford that, but also just the expression? The tone? This is the most sincere Bill has ever been throughout the show and possibly the most sincere he's been in decades, centuries, millennia, God knows. Even if it's still filtered through a lie he's been telling himself for most of his life.
And yeah obviously, Bill was desperate and needed Ford to help him at this point but I think it would've been "easier" for Bill to just. Maybe try and solve the barrier problem himself. Ford figured it out, so surely Bill can at least try instead of, Idk, laying his heart out to the person who has dedicated his life to killing him.
I think Bill tried to make Ford relate to him in this scene for the sake of getting him to join but also maybe, just maybe, Bill craved connection? Dude's a lot more sentimental than he seems and lets on and spending an eternity only befriending people who you'll put below yourself after killing everyone you've ever known has got to get lonely.
Not that I think Bill truly saw ford as an equal, Absolutely Not, but I think Bill saw in Ford someone who could understand him. Someone who, at least for a short time, just simply enjoyed and appreciated his company as a friend. Maybe even a more naive version of Bill himself who hasn't yet realized what's good for him, which is really ironic because Ford is the one ended up stirring his life into a positive direction where he can be truly happy again, while Bill revels in his own misery.
Well. So much about this eleven second long scene I think about way too hard 👍
Bill then goes into his whole tangent about just trying to free the dimension of restrictions and making it into a fun and better world which is reflected in the Journal 3 messages from earlier and ends up on this:
Because this is what Bill believes to be Ford's ideal. He wants knowledge and admiration? Why here you go! Surely there's no reason Ford wouldn't agree to helping Bill now, right?? He's offering him everything he could ever want! He'd be part of his group! Everyone gets what they want!
And again, yeah Bill could've just made things up and immediately tossed Ford to the side as soon as he would've given him the equation to break the barrier, but that little scene where he talks to Ford about his old home dimension just. Really drives it home for me that he does in some way truly sees Ford as his friend. Y'know, on top of literally everything else I talked about here.
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EDIT: Like the fool I am, I forgot to bring up a point about Bill keeping Ford alive during Weirdmageddon despite Ford posing a huge threat to him which is odd but uuh just read this, it pretty much covers it.
#oops its just another post about how the triangle has issues#gf#bill tag#ford tag#do i put this in the tags. sure why not#gravity falls#bill cipher
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i sometimes feel like people think transmascs are in trans communities primarily to act as allies to transfems.
we need to be calling out misogyny; we need to be standing up for trans women and centering their voices; we need to not be making the conversation about ourselves or derailing discussions of transmisogyny.
we need to educate ourselves on the ways trans women are affected by transmisogyny but no-one else has any obligation to become experts on the ways transphobia affects us.
even to the point where it is sometimes cis people telling us this? like they are of equal or more importance because they are better allies to trans women.
of course i do try to be a good ally to transfems but that doesn't mean thowing myself under the bus for them.
like. we're here because we are trans. we're here for ourselves.
I apologize, but I'm finding it difficult to understand what you mean by this ask. (not passive aggressive)
You're saying that we shouldn't make the conversation about ourselves. I'm not sure what you mean by "the conversation." If it's the conversation about transmisogyny, I can agree. We should sit down, shut up, and listen to trans women and transfems when it comes to transmisogyny.
If you mean the conversation around transphobia as a whole, well, there can be more than one conversation about transphobia. We can make our own posts. We do make our own posts. We have our own communities, and our own tags, as transmascs, to talk about our own issues without derailing anything about transmisogyny. Addressing your other point, we do call out misogyny. That's half the conversation around transandrophobia. Transandrophobia is, after all, an intersection between transphobia and misogyny. It's a type of misogyny just as much as it's a type of transphobia.
Your next point doesn't make much sense to me. "We need to educate ourselves on the ways trans women are affected by transmisogyny but no-one else has any obligation to become experts on the ways transphobia affects us." If I am interpreting this correctly, this is false. No transmasc has any obligation to research transmisogyny to be respected as a human being. However, we must educate ourselves on transmisogyny if we are going to join the conversation around trans oppression. This is the same with transfems. Transfems don't have to educate themselves on transandrophobia to be respected as human beings, but if they are going to join the larger conversation and advocate for themselves, they should take the time to learn about struggles other than their own.
I don't really know what you're trying to tell me with this. I'm assuming you're sending me this in good faith, but I am unsure of how you want me to respond.
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Hey I wanted to ask if you could write character x reader with Crimson from Ragna Crimson? I don't have any request regarding the setting or anything else in that matter. You have a free hand on that part :3
And sorry if I sound stiff but english isn't my first language
i love you /platonic
Crimson is my favorite character like <3
thanking Miku that Ragna Crimson simps exist on this site LMAO
spoilers/references to chapter 50+
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Traitors Love
You two were close. Not close as in being linked through Crimson's powers. It was more of a mutual liking you took towards each other. Of course, it's not hard when you both are considered traitors to your kin.
Despite sharing the status of traitor, you both differed in various ways. While both superior dragons, neither of you came from the same bloodline. You are one of the rare Claw Brethren. There is also the act of betrayal. You've never held a monarch role like Crimson, so you simply left your previous ways of genocide on humans.
However, you both share a common goal, to take down the Dragon God. Except you didn't foresee that after working together for years, you would start to fall for the heartless mastermind.
But he wasn't truly heartless, you know this. No one got close to Crimson like you. In fact, you are the only living dragon other than Borgius to have seen Crimson in his monarch days. And you must say, it was quite the look.
All that being said, you have finally wiped out a bloodline, the Winged one at that! And you couldn't be happier to have done that, especially with Crimson at your side. Though you suppose the human deserves some credit.
"What we'll do is stay with the Sun Cult and follow their plans. Of course, this is subject to change, as you can't blindly follow homicidal cultists," Crimson was setting up the team's new plan since y'all don't really have one beyond killing dragons.
The team, of course, listened to the brains. Plus, you can't really put your trust in an organization willing to sacrifice their own people... With the end of the talk, each member dispersed to do as they pleased with their new free time. That left you to spend your time with Crimson...
"Tell me, do you really believe that boy will follow any plans the cult gives him?" You personally thought this human would ignore the Sun Cult as a whole, which ya know, makes a lot of sense.
Crimson smirked, but you could feel a mix of disappointment and anger coming off him, "I expect him to, but of course an ignorant brat who only cares about getting rid of bloodlines as soon as possible could derail my entire plan..."
You stared off into nothing, knowing there's not much comfort you can provide. You both sat on the loveseat, planning to have some productive conversation. Or at least you thought so.
Crimson broke the silence, surprisingly getting a bit emotional. Obviously, you couldn't tell from a glance at his face though. "Why are you so stupid as to stay around and follow my plans?"
You were stunned, Crimson is always so proud of his plans, shouldn't he be glad you follow without question?
"You have the strength to destroy a superior dragon, to fight one until daylight and watch it burn. So why don't you?" Crimson is praising you; something isn't right here.
You, getting caught in your feelings after so many centuries, thought saying the first thing that came to mind was absolutely genius, "have you ever considered it's because I love you?" NO- GO BACK GO BACK GO BACK.
No, you cannot go back. Now deal with the consequences of your actions. The consequences aren't that bad actually, it's just a reply, "wow, you're dumber than I thought."
Are you dumb? Sorta. You did fall for quite possibly the biggest asshole to walk this earth.
Now it'd be smart to shut up, yes? No, you will continue, but this time make it cringe, "I'm an idiot, but I can be your idiot."
With a look of shock to a sly smirk, Crimson says, "always have been." You are hiding in your hands, you foolish fool, how did you not see it?
Crimson moves your hands and slowly kisses you. Yeah, you definitely wanna kill the entire dragon species with this person. <3
i wrote this listening to International Love 👍
kinda cringe but gotta embrace it
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New cycle
Part:1 (??)
Small edit: decide to update the story once a month about mid-end of the month to be exact. Maybe i will sprinkle 2 chapters per month as a treat if i feel like it :)
I really really tried to not do a fanfic because I'm terrible at finishing shit i started. But damn bro i want some slow burn-ish comfort-ish fanfic where reader is autistic coded and them pulling a bad bitch (Soundwave and maybe shockwave) by being autistic.
Bc like, there are no fics i found who have an autistic coded reader?? And that's a fucking crime. Especially when their with the king of autism,Soundwave, who clearly got some sort of Cybertronian Version of it. /hj
This story is probably going to be darker. Dealing with mental health issues and unhealthy obsession(??). Maybe gonna have some smut later on but idk
I will try to not make the reader x Soundwave Stockholm syndrome-y because i want a happy consensual relationship. I still try to figure out how i will make it from here to there but, eh we will see, i have a plan just don't know how to execute it right.
I procrastinate a lot so i don't even know how far I will go. No promises!
Also like i am really insecure about my writing because i know i tend to write sloppy sentences that derail a lot but i hope you all still can enjoy it :))
reader is gender neutral ❤️ (and human)
Tw for this chapter: clear signs of mental health issues, trauma flashback, mention of puke and eating disorder (not related) Panic attack/ autistic meltdown and blacking out.
Also English is not my first language so please keep it in mind. Thank you :))
Today was the day you told yourself, "Today I will go outside," you said, yet you have been standing in front of the door of the hallway for almost two hours. Your shoes and socks feel like they have creeped into your skin, the t-shirt you wore feels itchy and heavy, and your hair that slipped into your collar makes you almost lose your mind.
The sun that shone inside your dark room was slowly going down, a slight red and pink already weaving itself into the sky. But there were still a lot of people outside; you could hear them talking even though your windows were sealed shut.
Everything around you appears to be too much: the way you can hear your own pulse in your ears; the way your bones feel inside your gross, soft, meaty body;the lingering smell of the food you cooked two days ago; and your eyes strained from the light.
You felt like crying. Yet again, you didn't go outside. Yet again, your fear whatever imaginary threat might be waiting for you in the overstimulation of the outer world. It was just too much for you, to the point that the thought alone almost made you have a meltdown.
But you promised yourself to go outside, at least to the ice cream shop a few blocks away. You heard the ice cream they had was really good, so you wanted to take a look. It's not that far away, you think to yourself, about a 15-minute walk. But these few minutes were still too much. Hell, that you even stood in front of the hallway door was a miracle all by itself. Hot tears begin to form and roll down your cheeks. How long have you been isolating yourself now? Almost a whole year, a whole year with barely any human interaction, a whole year you almost slept through, a whole year of nothing. Just your white fall and the music coming from your headphones. Your body, with its physical needs, feels at this point more like a burden than anything else.
It's not the first time this has happened, and it makes you feel like shit. You are wasting your life in your home, which has become more of a prison, but this prison is the only thing that feels somewhat safe. A place that makes you feel in control, where nothing changes without your permission. It's the only thing that gives you a tiny bit of comfort.
" It's alright, you're doing great! Don't be so hard on yourself! "
The voice of a past friend echoed inside your brain. But even those motivating words of affirmation they always spoke out didn't help you. You still feel like a failure. You don't have a job; you live off of your guardian's money and have lost all contact with the few friends you have. You didn't finish high school due to massive stress and mental health issues. Hell, you didn't even manage to make friends after losing your older one, or even talk to your neighbor next door once. They probably think you died here. It doesn't help that you leave the dirty dishes to soak for weeks because you don't have enough energy to clean them up. So it sometimes smells like a rat died in there.
What you would rather do is sleep some more. At least your dreams give you a beautiful world full of adventures where everything is right and you do not need to fear anything. where everything is perfect and you don't have to worry about a thing. Living in a small cottage somewhere far away but still close enough to your imaginary friends. With a pretty garden and colorful birds greeting you every morning, while big,strong,warm arms are wrapped protectively around you by your dream lover. But every time you wake up, you get an ugly reminder of how grey and full of disappointment your life is.
Another hour has passed, and the ice cream shop is most likely closed now. Only the small market that is a bit further away should still be open. They too got some good snacks, but honestly, even food can't motivate you anymore. You're so aware of how it feels on your tongue and slides down your throat that just thinking about it makes you gag. The presence of it already makes you feel ill and icky. You wish you didn't have to drink or eat, but you know it's not good.
Oh, you know so much, yet you do the exact opposite of what said knowledge actually tells you.
The sun has almost vanished at this point. Most people are inside, the street lights are on, and only the sounds of the few leaves that are still on the trees can be heard. You would go out now if you weren't terribly scared of the dark. But as your brain made you imagine how the cool winter night would taste on the tip of your tongue, you couldn't resist anymore. Especially with the way the snow makes this funny, crisp noise. Your hand takes the door handle and slowly moves it down. You take your first step and the cool air already strikes your face with such an intensity you haven't felt in ages.
It made you remember those days when you were a child and you ran around for hours making snow angels.
The steps under your feet made a satisfying crunching noise, and you had to control yourself to not flap your hands around in excitement. Carefully, you close the door and lock it. You look up as you walk further down the street, not having a destination, or rather forgetting it, the gorgeous night sky making you forget your worries. How clear it was and how bright the stars shone. And not a person around to ruin this moment. The sudden feeling of long-lost childhood memories crashing into your brain caused you to make tiny bunny hops, excitedly giggling.
A flashback at this moment in time was one of the last things you wanted right now, but yet, you zoned out.
Memories flooded your mind; some were pleasant, but others quickly turned bitter as they became contaminated with other things. Everything around you is barely existent anymore. You only have in front of your eyes how you cried out as a small child, freezing, calling out for your parents but nobody answering. Sniffling, rubbing your tiny red hands together in hopes of getting warm; clothes way too thin and soaking wet because you walked over some ice that couldn't hold your weight.
You were so deep in thought you didn't hear how an aircraft came dangerously close to you or how the rumbling of a semi truck came speeding towards your frozen form.
You got ripped out of your thoughts, which also happened to your body, as something grabbed you from the sidewalk. Everything happened so fast. Your brain trying to process whatever just happened, coming back from whatever deep dark depths it stayed in.
Your vision is too blurry due to tears that formed without your realization.
You only hear loud screeching and rumbling from an engine. A deep voice that made your very core shake called out, but you couldn't make out what it said. Your wide eyes looked up to see what was holding you.
The tears were rubbed away by the sleeves to make it clearer. You couldn't believe what you saw; a man made out of metal who had a few body parts that reminded you of a heavy and big truck. And close to them was another humanoid machine with wings. It all looked like a bad action movie.
The loud crashing noises of metal trashing against each other hurt your brain; their echo lingers way too long for comfort. How do the people from your small town not get alerted by all the noise?
You heard another strange noise near by, and then a blue, much smaller mech joined in. They jump up high, kicking whatever live form that was in front of you on the head, knocking it down. It tried to stand back up, but the blue machine gave it a brutal beat down, scratching its purple paint clean off of its chest.
But the sudden fight stopped without warning.
The bigger one who held you is running away and making this strange noise you heard earlier. Everything around you began to shake, and you blacked out for a second. You wish you could remember exactly what happened, but the way you hit metal with your head was too strong. The holes filling your memory spread like a plague, and the longer you try to think about it, the more it vanishes, like some type of maggot devouring it like it's their last meal.
But you soon come fully into your senses. As you realized your surroundings didn't look familiar, you panicked, opening your mouth trying to scream, but nothing came out.
"Ti--ou-t,"
A voice called out, but your ears were still ringing loudly due to the collision earlier.
"What?" you whisper back to whatever voice was trying to free you from your fearful frenzy. As you move nervously around trying to open the door,
"Tiny-uman-ou-ar-ight,"
You look at the steering wheel in confusion. What is happening? This can't be real! Where does the voice come from? Oh, please let this be a bad dream! I knew I should've stayed inside!! The thought of just taking this magically moving steering wheel came to mind as the pulling on the door became more intense. But, you can't drive, so your cramped up fingers didn't even dare to touch it.
"Are you okay, tiny human?"
The voice, finally now clear, was deep and smooth, like thick honey. It would have been comforting in any other scenario.
You want to ask who is there and what they are, but your body fails you. After an awkward silence, the voice spoke again.
"You are probably very confused and scared. My apologies to humans. My name is Optimus Prime, and we "
"Optimus? I-,,, are-,,,is-? truck?"
You clumsily said,
"Indeed, as I wanted to explain, we saved you from an attack by the Desepticons. My partner Arcee is still fighting off their Vehicon in order for us to escape safely. "
You just looked in disbelief at the speaking machine. At least, that's what you believe based on Optimus' reaction.
"I'm deeply sorry for this situation, but I can assure you that you are safe now and have nothing to fear. Me and my team will take you under our protection. "
" Can I-can I go home then? I'm sure whatever attacked is surely gone, right? "
You say, with a nervous smile, sweat building up on your forehead, your body all of a sudden feeling very hot.
" For whatever reason yet to be explained, the Desepticons found out where you live, and for whatever reason yet to be explained, they are fixated on you. That's why they tried to kidnap you."
"Kidnap!! No, this can't be happening. Surely you're just joking. Surely this is all just a terrific nightmare! "
You feel as if your heart has sunk to the bottom of the earth. Breathing has become more erratic.
" I'm sorry, tiny human, but it isn't. In order to insure your safety, you have to stay with us until we find another safe hideout for you. "
You just stayed silent and leaned back into the seat, still not believing what had just occurred. You looked outside; nothing but rocks and hills, going further and further away from your home. It's dark and the big sky now feels not as pretty and comforting as before. The wide and empty steppe made you feel tiny and vulnerable.
Bright lights appeared from your side of the window. A blue bike without a driver soon joined in.
"Are they all right, Optimus?"
They asked, their voices soft yet stern and serious.
"Yes, but they seem to be under shock. I already did an intercom with Ratchet to check their vitals".
You sobbed quietly, not wanting them to hear you. Hands flexing and soon balling into fists hit your thighs gently, desperately trying to regulate your emotions. But you can feel how a panic attack and meltdown crawl up your rips, holding your heart with its disgustingly cold, frost-bitten giving hands. It is clawing at it like some sort of toy that it wants to break. And soon, this toy popped.
Your head is spinning, your breathing has no rhythm, and the bit of food you had is coming back up with some stomach acid. No, this is something you can't get out of. The more gentle-ish hitting became violent. Your body begins to sway back and forth. You started to claw at your jacket, trying to rip it away from your body. Everything feels way too hot and sticky. Your nails are digging into your skin, giving it an ugly red line. Tears and snot form. Puke spills little by little from your lips as the erratic movements become violent.
Until your brain couldn't handle it anymore and pulled the plug. Your body thumped itself one more time against the leather seat. Your hands were hitting your head and clawing at your hair for the last time, until everything went black.
You hate the feeling of falling unconscious; it's weirdly light, like when you sit on an airplane and it starts to fly off, just instead of it flying straight up, it goes in circles.
You desperately want to wake up in your cozy bed, with your headphones next to you, playing your comfort playlist to help you fall asleep. But it won't. Something inside of you knows that nothing will be the same. A part of you is happy that this disfigured devil cycle has been broken; another is very, very scared. You are uncertain about your wellbeing and do not know what will come next for you.
And having to hide from whatever those things are, those ginormous, sentient metal beings who, for whatever reason, have it out for you?
What did you even do that peaked their interest? Did you make them angry? You'd hoped not.
#tfp soundwave#tf#transformers#transformers prime#optimus prime#tfp arcee#transformers prime arcee#tfp optimus prime#soundwave#arcee#soundwave x reader#soundwave x gender neutral reader#soundwave x autistic coded reader#tw some triggering stuff#i really do anything EXCEPT sleeping huh#also like i as mentioned before pulled an all nighter and then decided to write this at like 6 in the morning#so the writing might be suffering more grammar wise#but i did read through it a few times to check for spelling mistakes#soundwave x human reader#i'm so cringe but god there isn't enough soundwave x reader content so i make it myself#update some spelling mistakes#like wow i shouldn't upload while being sleep deprived i did so many mistakes i usually don't do this was a mess#also fuck autocorrect#autistic reader#autistic coded reader#angst fanfic
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anyway so i'm doing a literature class right now that i'm really enjoying, and i love the professor for the most part, but he is dead set against bringing up disney movies in class. and by disney movies he means any animated movie ever. (given that disney owns a whole host of live action stuff now and he did not ever shut anyone down when they brought something up... as far as i remember? i don't think he has beef with live action movies. which. okay.)
i was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt that maybe he just wanted to steer the class away from overly common comparisons or examples in media, but honestly? i felt like people were bringing up obscure stuff, popular stuff, other novels from the 19th century, TV shows from the '60s, modern movies: he didn't even have to enforce his rule more than once because nobody was even reaching for animated movies.
but then this one kid brought up puss in boots: the last wish (i forget why, but it was relevant enough) and the professor's like, "nope, no disney movies"
and i'm sitting there like oh. okay. first of all, that's dreamworks, and second of all, so you did actually just mean no animated movies point blank period. I kicked around the idea of "um, actually"ing him, but I didn't want to derail the class or be obnoxious. because the point wasn't so much that he wasn't distinguishing between animation studios, it was that why in the everloving heck would you just put a blanket ban on animated films. especially when the question is just something simple like "what other stories can you think of that have this trope?" and that is a whole 'nother discussion.
but then the kid. the kid who brought up puss in boots. he jokingly literally pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and was like, "um, actually, first of all it's dreamworks, not disney-"
and the professor kinda laughed and was like "okay, you know what i meant" (then why did you SAY disney movies. my guy)
and the kid laughed too and he was like "-i promise it's relevant though. can i just say it quickly?"
and the professor let him. so that was a win i guess. i wish i'd gotten the chance to tell that guy he was my hero though. he managed to do the obnoxious thing in a friendly way and kept me from combusting in my seat
#pickle pontificates#i get it. i get it i get it.#i think there's value in ''read a different book/watch a different movie''#but again. that does not mean there's inherently less value in animated films???#and certainly not less value than gilligan's island?#(i've seen gilligan's island. no hate to it but like. why are we acting like some family entertainment is inherently superior )#(like we're not even talking high art we're just discriminating between forms of pop culture now)#eh rant over i think
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Chapter 4 had me blushing like a schoolgirl, but also had me ready to call 911 because of Stu's complete disregard for boundaries 😭 Billy did the same thing, but at least he knew better than to go any further. Stu was trying to put A BUN IN THIS OVEN 😭 I glossed over any possible smut bc I didn't wanna read it, but I read a couple lines in and NAHHH you ain't giving me no kids. These two are the type to get you pregnant on purpose to forever chain you to them and I'm terrified that history is about to repeat itself. I already feared that Y/n was gonna be a Rory 2.0, but I didn't think Billy and Stu would move this fast.
The part where Y/n was like "I need you guys" made me WANNA DIE. GIRRLLL, you need to just shut up. They do not need to be praised; they need to be kicked out and TASED. We need to steal Well's taser and show them what happens when they try to take advantage of us. Imagine how devastated Y/n would have been to know she slept with them...she wouldn't be able to look Tate and Sid in the eyes. Y/n was so drunk she wouldn't have been able to probably fight back much. If she did fight back, they would be like "you want this, you know you do," but I also feel like Billy MAYBE would have stopped if he saw that Y/n was crying and clearly scared of him, but idk about Stu. I feel like Stu is more twisted and he'd be too selfish to stop.
I was surprised at how fast they were moving, but it just goes to show how little of a threat they see Gloria as. Billy and Stu are not scared of Gloria or Wells and that's a problem bc who else is going to make them back off? Y/n basically lied with that "making progress" comment and I'm so happy Gloria is so protective bc she isn't gonna be afraid to call Billy and Stu out and she's the only other strong support system Y/n has. She has a very strong influence on Y/n, and she will be able to convince Y/n that she might not be able to trust them. Billy and Stu are jealous of their relationship, but their so confident that Y/n 'needs them' that Gloria not liking them is an afterthought. I'm so ready for Gloria to give Y/n some advice 😭
love your reactions!! obsessed with you tbh,, asks about final girl make my day
i'm glad you felt that way bc that's what i was going for 😭 like a few moments that are a little like aw <3 and then something else happens and it's like...wait a minute 👀that's ...not right AlSO BUN IN THE OVEN PLS GLORIA WOULD KILL THEM ALL SHE'S SO CLOSE TO HAVING HER IVY LEAGUE DAUGHTER DREAM FULFILLED
also "These two are the type to get you pregnant on purpose to forever chain you to them" SO REAL, THEY WOULD LOWKEY,, especially if they feel like Y/n likes kids?? but also at the same time i feel like they'd have fun with it for five minutes and then get mad if you cared more about your kid than them 😭 but i'm not a fan of writing the pregnancy trope, so the odds of this actually happening are kinda low lol (might do something that draws parallels to history repeating itself tho 👀)
and Rory 2.0!! (you watch gilmore girls!! ahh!!) i do kind of get a rory energy from y/n now that you brought it up lol. Single mom support system, ivy league dreams, potentially derailing their future for a boy(s).
also boundaries!! that's such a big thing here! In Stu's "defense "(and i use that word loosely), he doesn't mean to push boundaries like that. Not deep down (at least to y/n, he doesn’t care too much about anyone else lmao) He just gets caught up in the moment and gets excited and is so good at justifying his actions in his head that he starts to believe it. His thoughts are wired that way. In my opinion, the only thing that ever gets him to be like 'oh, bad, let's stop' is the external reactions of those he actually cares about. Meaning Billy, basically, lol.
I don't want to write them in a way that makes it seem like Billy's in control of all of Stu's actions and kind of babysits him, but I do think that Billy's a bit of a moral compass/guideline for Stu. Like, Stu knows that Billy has similarly messed up interests, so if Billy is like 'dude' Stu knows he fr needs to take a step back, or at least think things through a little more.
Stu also cares about what Y/n thinks, but it's a little different. Stu is selfish, especially when it comes to impulsive moments, and when he's in that mood, he isn't really thinking about the consequences of his actions. Plus, Y/n's a girl, and a slightly sheltered girl too. He justifies--and subconsciously believes--that she wants it/him too and she just doesn't know it. Or she's just too scared to admit it to herself bc of her upbringing and morals (he is dating Tatum, and Y/n loves Tatum)
Now, this in no way justifies his actions or thought process, but Stu's not completely wrong, per say. Y/n is kinda scared of dating let alone having sex, and she wouldn't go for someone dating her friends, and she does...or at least is, starting to like Stu and Billy more than she'd ever let herself even acknowledge in her thoughts. Doesn't make it okay though!!
but if you want to go into hypotheticals the aftermath would have been BRUTAL! Billy is more worried about Y/n finding some way to leave them bc of his mom, so he wants to go about their entire relationship in a more methodical, careful, patient way.
He's willing to put in the hours (we know Billy likes his plans lmao) as just a friend. Sure, a friend that might be around a lot, and is just smidge more touchy than someone like him can get away with, but a friend. He can monitor your reactions and figure out how to set the pace of your friendship-to-relationship pipeline according to you. That way he knows you won't get scared off.
Stu agrees, but sometimes he just can't help himself. Plus, he can get away with more bc everyone knows that Stu is touchy.
I don't think Stu would have done anything assault-y to Y/n that night unless Y/n initiated something (which, considering his warped perception, could have been something small) or he got really triggered and lost control. (tbh, his worst intentions were overly cuddling/lowkey feeling up Y/n...and maybe stealing a pair of her underwear) but still!! too far!
but if something did happen and Y/n was upset the next morning, Stu would for sure be trying to smooth it over. If it didn't work and Y/n started crying?? game over, Stu actually feels remorse for once,, Billy is super mad about the whole situation, everything would be so bad!
Fortunately, though, my fic world is nice :)) there will be character development :) now, it is Billy and Stu, so will the situation ever be 1000 percent free of toxicity? Nooo,, but things can get better, especially when it comes to boundaries and things of that nature. I don't want it to be like a whole 'oh she fixed him' thing, but things do get nicer,, sweeter. But a lot of rough things have to happen first!!
never straight up SA though!! as someone that knows what it's like to have a guy force a kiss and feel them up, i can't even imagine how traumatic a darker turn of events would be.
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No need to apologise for the derailing loved reading all of it (and as person who tends follow a stream of thoughts i relate)
When it comes to shipping in every fandom the characters / dynamics tend to be simplified for the convince (and bc id be hard to whip out a whole essay about in and out s of their relationship everytime you wanna make a silly joke, but it tends to be so widely and often used that it makes me sometimes think "wait you don t really think that they would act like that right?"But that s something that s just gonna happen ig and who am i to police ppl on jokes🤷
Loved the insignt about his military upbringing and automantically analysing ppl s strenght which i haven t though about but very much agree.
Althought i also think that beside willows powers she has proved to be quite fearless (let s overlook ladybugs / j) especially in front of Hunter where she stood up to Darius and was ready to protect EE with her body. She knew she was gonna lose and that she s weaker than the coven head but that didn t stop her. That s one of the reasons (i think) Hunter recognised fake willow so soon. Because real willow regardless if she s stronger or not overlooks the dangers and focuses on doing everything to save her friends.
And willow + gus being Hunters safe space is so dear to me it s honestly ridiculous
Hopefully after some time in nocedas household he ll have time to relax/heal and be a lil snarky maybe in a form of sibling like banter with luz?
//and back to willow and her strenght there s this hc i have about beta willow. That althought beta universe is way more dangerous/bloody i like to think willow wasn t that much violent there? But unhinged for sure, using plants attacks and refusing to "unspell" them after fight (they are her beloved plants and she s not heartless enough to make them disappear just after bringing them to life) leaving those dangerous creatures (but before the battle she always thinks what kind of flowers would grow the best in this climate/soil etc)
(was the last addition totally off the topic? ... perhaps Is this ask a mess? Very much yes. Sorry!)
I'm happy you liked it!! I appreciate when other people whose thoughts are similarly many but disorganised see my stuff and are like "yeah me too man."
And yeah whenever I make a silly little joke about Huntlow that's not entirely a reflection of how I really see them I always think about that one post that's like "oh no they're gonna think I don't understand themes and narratives!!" But like. I have several essays I can whip out if anyone questions me about it. I am very easily coaxed into writing huntlow essays. Practically dying to at all times. All somebody's gotta do is bring up a specific topic of discussion and their own opinion to get me started and I'll go off the rails.
Willow is SO brave man. And I like to believe that it's character development, going by season 1 where she went into denial over stepping on bones. I think the Eda petrification thing really changed her brain chemistry into understanding that the world they lived in was corrupt and you either gotta learn to protect or get protected.
She's still just a kid tho. You KNOW that deep down she was probably terrified during her confrontation with Darius, especially after it was demonstrated that she was way WAY outmatched in this fight and she hadnt a chance of winning. But she did it anyway because her friends' lives were at stake and somebody had to fight for them. Man Willow is SO cool.
(Something kinda tragic about her eventually giving up and throwing her arms out to shield them and shutting her eyes tight. She thinks she's gonna die protecting them. And it's noble. It really is. But we gotta remember that she blames herself for all of them being in this mess.)
I love this scene a lot because like both the "half-a witch" admissions from earlier, it's a moment between Willow and Hunter where they realize "Oh. You're like me."
They're both brave to a recklessly suicidal extent. They're protectors. They're self sacrificial.
Hunter sees her bravery in this scene and he understands it completely. She was prepared to handle this herself and lose in the process and he begs her to please just let him do it for her. His tone of his voice, the intense eye contact, his use of "Captain" and his plea? He knew she wasn't going to run away unless he begged. It wasn't the kind of person she was.
Hes known her for a DAY!!! But he gets it!!! He fucking gets her!!!!
Of COURSE this was one of the many reasons he realized LR Willow was a fake. After this girl pulled some shit like THAT there is no way she's getting spooked by illusions.
I know Hunter's gonna have some rough times in season 3 but I also know he's not just gonna be angsting the whole time. He's too funny. As much as the crew loves putting him through shit, they also clearly love him in comedic situations. They love Hunter man. You can clearly tell. He's gonna be so snarky he's gonna be so annoying. Hes gonna argue with Luz and probably Gus and maybe even Amity. It's gonna be great.
I'm so excited for s3 Luz and Hunter dynamic. It's coming I know it is. Its gonna be big and everything I ever wanted. Its so interesting to me how, besides Flapjack, Luz is the character Hunter has been the most comfortable around. They just have something special man. They're gonna have their snarky snippy little bickering, I know they will.
Beta stuff isn't really a thing I'm all that interested in. I'm happy people have their fun with the designs and coming up with lore and headcanons for those versions of the characters and the lore but I'm so attached to the canon interpretations that I can't really get invested. But I do love this!! Even in canon itself, I'd love to see Willow be the kind of person who dotes and fawns over her horrifying poison mucus spraying briars or whatever other plants her creatively unhinged little brain conjures up. Like they're her BABIES!!! It makes people uncomfortable but Willow is just so sweet that they don't have the heart to tell her to get rid of them.
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🏁🏁2 of them please fresh off the press 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
ok fine you may have two.Only because you are a bee -_-
"Okay, okay, okay," I laugh; we'd moved on from the important things, and instead switched to swapping information and amusing ourselves with our differences. "Um, um— oh!" I clap my hands together. "Do you, I mean, do you like film, Benny?"
"Whaddyou think, baby?" He says with a wink. "Got your answer written all over me, hey?"
"It's just, I mean," I fumble a little, thinking of how to word this without seeming. Rude. "Um. You use a lot of. Slang?"
Benny raises an eyebrow, and I think I see a playful glint in the way he looks at me. "Whatcha talkin' about, pussycat?" He asks. "I can dig a little creativity sometimes, sure, but what player doesn't?"
A little dawning dread fills me, like cold water trickling down my back. He leans forward with a mean, winning smile. "But enough about me, kitten. You've been a real ring-a-ding winner of a cat, haven't ya? You got me on the lucky side', baby, out of the way of the big casino, and if that ain't the best feeling in the world— I'm grateful, crazy even, honest!"
He's very, very close. "Okay," I say. "Okay." There's a long pause. Then I remember myself again, and very subtly derail the conversation. "So- So you like movies, huh?"
Having mercy, Benny leans back again. "You bet! And I know exactly which kind of movie you're talking about here." Benny waggles his eyebrows. I feel very lost suddenly.
"You like... um, what kind?" I try, but it comes out wrong— too squeaky and uncertain for me to sound at all natural.
"Romance, pussycat, what else?" He swings an arm around to pull me against him with a flourish. This can't be happening, I think suddenly. This has to be a dream.
"Uh. Right." It feels more like a question than anything. "Yeah. Romance." My eyes flicker up to meet Benny's. "Are— so you're, um, interested in romance?"
Benny laughs softly, low and light. "'Course I am, sugarplum," he says, leaning in close again. "Just for that person, or people. The kind who make me so happy it hurts, dig?"
I nod. I'm looking at his eyes again; they're brown, dark brown, the kind that's almost black, the kind that's like staring into deep space.
Then I sneeze and contemplate taking a full step away from him and perhaps sinking into the floor. "Do-do you want to watch Sunset Boulevard?"
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"Ah."
"Shut up."
"Baby, I didn't say a thing!"
I grumble a little from where I am next to him. Benny's hands are raised in a faux show of honesty, but I could guess what he'd meant. I pretend very much not to notice when one of his hands comes back down to rest against my side.
It's only a second before he opens his mouth again. "Just a little question, honey-kitten, that fink on screen wouldn't happen to be your type, would it?"
The "fink" in question would be the protagonist of the movie I wanted to show him, a down-on-his-luck kind of guy. He speaks with an accent and uses very, very silly slang. Also, he wears a suit.
I begrudgingly sink a little further into my seat, with the unfortunate consequence of being much more aware of how close he is next to me. "He's not— Okay, listen."
"All ears, pussycat."
"Listen– listen," I feel the corners of my mouth twitching upwards despite myself. "He's — he is my favorite here, okay? But-"
"Ah."
"Listen!"
His grin grows wider, and I notice offhandedly that he has light laugh lines on his face. "I'm listening! Go ahead!"
"-But I'm not— I wouldn't be interested! He acts like a total dick!"
Benny laughs, a bright chuckle that makes my stomach flip. "Oh, baby, you're so easy to read!" His fingers move from my side to trail up through my hair, and I shiver, closing my eyes briefly at the gentle touch. "You've got some good taste there, sugar."
"Whatever," I mumble distractedly. His hand has stilled in my hair, and apparently Benny was perfectly fine with that. "Can't we just watch the movie?"
"Aw, c'mon, don't tell me the cute fella isn't worth paying attention to?"
"We can pay fucking attention to him if you let us watch the movie, Benny."
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i think you raise a lot of good points. i'm not sure on whether we necessarily "need" a word either, but so much of the pushback on the subject is so hostile and venomous that it's hard not to interpret it as aggression towards transmasculine people in general, especially when a lot of it boils down to saying that we're annoying and entitled and aren't even actually oppressed at all just because we talk about the ways transphobia affects us. i've also noticed that i honestly see more vitriol from other transmasc people (who think that belittling our experiences makes them better allies to other trans people somehow) and cis women (who honestly seem like they're using the opportunity to take potshots at us because a good amount of what's been discussed is transphobic abuse we've received from cis women specifically and if they can just say "men shut up" about it they don't have to examine or unlearn their own transphobia), yet a lot of the discourse i've seen seems to scapegoat trans women by derailing with assumptions that we're talking about them to the point that i think some trans women now assume all of our posts are about them when they're largely about the way we're treated in wider society because it's been framed in a way that makes people think that we think trans women oppress us when we generally don't. there have been a few odd people bemoaning that they're hypervisible while we're invisible and it's difficult for us to find resources, but it seems like they're outliers and most of us acknowledge that hypervisibility is not privilege and comes with its own struggles, and i often even see people on posts about these issues discussing how aspects of some of them harm trans women as well, such as the way testosterone is demonized hurts both trans men who are transitioning and trans women who aren't able to or don't want to transition. i honestly think we could probably have good discussions about things like this if everyone didn't have such a knee-jerk reaction to the word or the concept of men being marginalized and it affecting them, but as it stands it honestly feels like nobody else in the community supports trans men and just views us asking to have our issues taken seriously as whining because they don't think we actually have any problems and that's really disheartening.
i agree with a lot of this, and i believe that a lot of the transphobia that trans men have been facing in the LGBT community has been based on that gender essentialism, that men are evil and disgusting and should stop whining, and that men are always privileged in some form.
i don't know if we need a term to describe the specific forms of transphobia that trans men experience, and i don't really care because i'm fine to use the term transphobia. but people acting like trans men don't face any issues or that we're whining when we talk about the issues we specifically face, being invisible and infantilized instead of hypervisible and demonized, is fucking ridiculous. being invisible and infantilized is not a privilege or 'less bad' than being hypervisible and demonized, because we experience transphobia just as violent as trans women. but when it happens to us, it's generally not mentioned that we're trans, if the discussion surrounding our attacks even happens at all, (because we're perceived as women and people don't like to take women seriously), we're instead presented as women or even lesbians and have our transness entirely erased.
i don't think that being hypervisible inherently makes it easier for people to find resources, or that people talking about being hypervisible is necessarily 'bemoaning', because it is a legitimately terrifying thing that deserves to be talked about. but so does being erased.
i wish we could have more constructive discussions surrounding these topics, because yeah, people do have an extreme knee-jerk reaction to them. it's all so black and white--no nuance. people really should be more open to this discussion instead of being so vitriolic about it. there are interesting gems of trans community discussion, but instead it's all venom.
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So last night I was seriously depressed. I've been suffering from depression for a few years now, and the last couple weeks have been hell for me. I started dual enrollment with my high school and a technical college, which completely shot my social life. I now have 3 in-person classes a week with people no younger than 21, which all of them are great to be around, very nice people. I don't regret doing the dual enrollment because it lets me graduate high school a year early with a diploma and certifications and licenses in HVAC, but it was still a shock to have to adjust to being at home all day, every day except for around 3 hours for 3 days a week.
Don't get me wrong, I love being in dual enrollment, but I'm still figuring things out, along with life being pretty turbulent for the past few months anyway with me breaking up with my girlfriend, realizing I'm gay, becoming a femboy, getting forced out of the closet and a bunch of other stuff.
I've found a lot of comfort in music recently. I've always liked music and, not even exaggerating, I am wearing an earbud 24/7 because I feel like I'm going insane without music playing and when I'm trying to sleep it keeps stress down.
Somewhat unrelated, I get fearful when I'm trying to sleep. Even though I know it's unreasonable and childish, I still get scared some horrific creature is outside my door waiting to crunch my bones when I'm in bed for some reason, and I can't really control that anxiety. I know that it's not true and that I'm perfectly safe, but it's some lizard caveman ooga booga corner of my brain that won't let it rest, and the silence is the worst part, so having music playing helps make that part of my brain sit down and shut up.
Anyway, getting off that rambling thought, I was in a bad place last night and had to convince myself to not kill myself, which wasn't too hard thankfully. I've been in worse places, but last night wasn't good. For the past few weeks I've been kind of pulling away socially and becoming more and more closed off, which I know isn't good, but too many times I've either said too little or way too much, and I've found that saying too little usually doesn't make people nearly as uncomfortable, so that became my default.
I started using memes and jokes as a coping mechanism, which in retrospect was a good call. I have a discord server with most of my friends and my sister. I fucking love my friends. I got so lucky to have met the people I have. They actually try and help and take notice to when something doesn't seem right, which I wish I could do better. I didn't want to let on how bad I was feeling to anyone last night but I broke down and did anyway and one of those friends called me and that was the most relieving conversation I've ever had. I talked to him for hours about life, our problems, coping mechanisms, and then got derailed by more jokes and other conversation topics, but it helped, every second of it. I felt so much less isolated and imprisoned.
Tl;dr, check on your friends. They might need it. And if you need it, check on your friends, they can help. Seriously.
#tw: long post#tw: depression#tw: depressive thoughts#long post#music#coping#self care#call your friends
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So the a****** said he's going to break into his John remillard's routine and we can see people writing up warrants on him.
And yes Dan he's also complicitous with Jason and his current attacks on cities and had communications with him today and it would implicate you because you know he's there illegally and you're not taking any action and you happen there next door to you in your apartment complex it's a matter of fact you are implicated and you are being interrogated in situ and you are being followed by federal agents you might want to get rid of them like get him out of your house
Stan says we have no right to tell him what to do... Our son says he's nuts and he tells him to shut up.
We say we know it's a loser and he lost his fleets his ships all those businesses he has no place to build anything you want to side with him that's what you do you probably have more places than he does he wants to take yours how quaint you being a pushover b****.
We see his eyes too he plans to
Doesn't anyways Stan the government's on to you. And yeah BGA the max will be taking the CIA pretty much in hole and they do get messages and that was a Whopper
The standing there around the computer reading it and some of you know it like John remillard getting close to prevented cuz you sudden you and you're threatening in town I need to bring it in range and they can testify you and Denzel and testify I'll send I said this he's got a script in so we have to bring him in what a jackass you're not really roped in and they do understand the video it's all there in black and white and he's a low level bum they did this thing with Nancy kerrigan too he's a low-level bum no slob he is a slob and he wants it he wants that stuff there I mean and he's running around behind you and in front of you on my just threatening to derail it for real and he's bringing it to his yard and his plant where he used it to make the poison and so we saw that and we say this it was a runaway train and we couldn't slow it down because the gear was stuck and we had to run it down and it was timed and it's not that hard to see believe it or not because of what he's doing because he's a lame person if you want to derail a trade instead of taking all this time to find some weird thing to put in the track that doesn't exist some reason you had made up like those metal things you put on the track that don't exist I get it do you is this sure fired way of doing it you just lift the track out of place and the train goes off track. It's supposed to slow it down how so how's that really supposed to slow a train down it's not like adding a break it wouldn't lock the wheels it would knock it off the track or break the wheels. It's odd because you're not intelligent and it comes out in court that you don't know what you're talking about and it comes out in public that you don't know what you're talking about and we don't have to sway a huge army of retards who just side with you anymore because all these Max understand it and they knew what we were saying about the movie it's really shouldn't be a movie but it is and it was filmed too from different angles without doing the reverse thing that you said is in War of the worlds which hasn't even happened yet it's another one of your doozies but really backfires and you go on your shooting Mac and you're shooting Tommy f in the movie sicario. It's like Stan can you see that and I have information says Monday they're going to do that you know where it says that in the news they're going to release the January 6th criminal referrals and Trump is listed in the news many articles saying they're going to show him up as a criminal. So you're waiting for that to happen and you sound like him and you're not he gets it now
That was our son and John remillard just tried to get him into trouble so many times he's actually getting a little better at it like getting out of it and seeing it. I'm amazed at this really he put this all together and he got back out of trouble and Matt already did the back the background work and Tommy f is forced to bring him in and to the CIA and they all read the note and it says oh he's after the president's job by threatening his grandson who's a famous VIP inventor that makes sense and this short little video proves it and that's the kind of duress I've been under and I don't have any money and my family is a wreck and I don't have anybody who's been helping directly except people that he's been trying to screw over and relatives of his that they've been murdering so they say this we've actually heard enough and it's Jason guys going down and other idiots who are tied to make Dan there's a huge crime right here and the stealing ships and they're going up and threatening the whole world for our stuff and for us fears so we needed this evidence they say missing you certainly did and the company was bought out and they have a package that they're going to forward to you and your lawyers regarding his activities at the chemical company and is having me buy it or something but I don't have anything to do with it it's ridiculous I'm a poor person because of him and he's sitting next door making sure I don't have any money follow me around day after day and my VIP inventor and he is a traitor and a terrorist and her son says that too this last three or four sentences and it's absolutely true this guy has just been harassing him to no end and almost got in a fight with him about 500 times this month and people can see it's real. And this assholes about weapons near him recently and more and it's getting to be ridiculous and we need him out. And there's a few people who don't understand what's going on and those are the trumpsters and they're saying this nay saying stuff and they don't get what time it is they're getting the s*** kicked out of them.
I do have something and it's called vengeance on you Trump you sit there say they were little girls and babies and you've been a little girl for a whole month we've been just nailing you taking your stuff watching other people mail you beating you up killing off your race killing off your whole family and you just sit there taking it cuz you're getting people you're going to go to jail now over and over where you belong and you're going to stay there you're going to go to different jails and you're going to stay there until you don't come back
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