#who say things like 'woman=adult human female' while looking more like 'woman=adult human female that adheres to feminine sex role'
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Cocky!Aonung talking shit about splitting Human!Reader in two and pounding her small demon pussy, but all his control thrown out the window when he bottoms out due to how tight she is. Like it’s driving him fucking crazy and he’s holding back so much. AND READER KNOWS.
She pulls his hand off her hip and glides it over the bulge he’s making in her stomach🥴 she turns her head to look back at him “Your so big stretching me out so good.” She’s just teasing the fuck out of him (Size kink go brrr)
Sincerely,😩
Ruin me
adult Ao‘nung x female human reader
Words: 5k
Summary: Ao‘nung thinks he’s no match to any human males and could easily ruin you for all of your kind. Oh, was he wrong about that.
Warnings: explicit smut, size difference, size kink, belly bulge, Ao‘nung is drunk, dirty talk, slight degradation, cowgirl position, oral, switch!Ao‘nung
adult Ao‘nung art was made by the amazing @Cinetrix 🩵
Translations:
tawtute = human, sky person
paskalin = honey
naer = alcoholic drink
Music, the flickering light of the big fire, the stink of naer [alcoholic drink], some metkayina dancing around the fire place while others told stories that emitted great laughed from all around them. Not exactly something you wouldn’t find enjoyable. Normally. The music was okay, but maybe if the booze wasn’t as disgusting you could find it in yourself to get up and dance with Kiri, but sadly eywa hadn’t granted you this luxury. So you just had to suffer through it, sober and bored, while everyone else seemed to have the time of their lives.
Being the only human in the village sucks. It makes you miss home more than anything, and you can’t help but drift off into happier memories. The omatikaya knew how to celebrate. They also knew how to make you feel welcome. Here, you didn’t even dare raise to your feet and join the cheerful dancing. Not sober, though. Afraid of weird looks from the metkayina that had never before seen a demon this close and still hadn’t grown very fond of you, you decided to stay put for the night.
After a while, Lo‘ak nudges your side and shoves a drink under your nose, but you decline with a put-on smile. Then he shrugs and chucks the liquor by himself. His careless way of drinking the entirely too strong metkayina booze earns him a frown and playful claps to the back of his head by his older brother, and it’s the only thing emitting a slight giggle from you in hours.
So here you were. Stuck between your drunk childhood friends and their new friends, watching people drink and grind (they could call it dancing as much as they wanted, it was obscene grinding and nothing would persuade you of anything different).
The olo’eyktans eldest, Ao‘nung or whatever the brats name was, was standing in front of the group, giving a speech about whatever. You can barely hear the words droning from his mouth, too apathetic to translate them in your head. You lost interest in whatever he had to say a long time ago, not that it was ever there to begin with.
Oh, you could definitely do without Ao’nung. He wasn’t exactly an enemy, but certainly not a friend. Not to you, not after everything he did. Ao’nung was the type of person whose name was known in the village. You realized that on the very first day here. The type of person who everyone loves, mostly because they’re intimated of him. The type of person that could snap his fingers and woman would fall to their knees to please him.
Technically, he had never been rude to you. But that didn’t matter. He was a horrible person by pure association.
Ao’nung carried himself like he owned the island. Well, perhaps he would, someday. But leading and owning are two entirely different things. Something it seems he hasn’t realized just yet. So yes, he’s an asshole. A cocky asshole that has no idea what it’s like to be thankful. What it’s like to be appreciative. He gets everything handed to him on a silver platter and is constantly showered with admiration and attention. And the worst thing of all is, that he believes he could own you, too.
"Oh I could", Ao’nung chuckles, and it’s the first thing he said that you actually registered. You catch the way Neteyam rolls his eyes shortly after giving you the look, and it’s just now that you snap out of your thoughts and realize what was being said must’ve been about you.
"What?" You frown.
"Ruin her", Ao’nung says completely over your head. He’s grinning, talking about you as if you weren’t even here with them and it’s only making things worse. "I could ruin her for all of her kind with ease. Just look at her, she’s so tiny. She probably can’t even take all of it."
"Bro", Lo’ak makes a face of disgust before breaking out in laughter, "don’t be fucking weird."
You sigh, heavily, and then roll your eyes so hard it stings a tiny bit. Not this again, you think.
"What? You don’t think I can, little demon?"
It’s not the first time this topic was bought up by the metkayina man and you know for a fact that it won’t be the last. And what only makes this worse is, you can’t even blame his words on the alcohol flowing through his system. Yes, he’s clearly a bit tipsy, but it seems this has been a topic he frequently occupied himself with. Like a challenge. And maybe that’s what it was for him. Truthfully, you were something new to him. Something exciting. Certainly a new way to proof himself to be the best, a challenge to see if he could actually ruin you. To have the foreign little demon submit to him.
"Fuck off", you tell him with a smile, the english rolling off your tongue so smoothly it makes Lo’ak and Neteyam stifle a laugh to not give away what you just said.
Ao’nung, completely oblivious to your words, grins even wider. His tail wags behind his back and his ears perk up and god, he looks so much like a stupid little puppy waiting for a treat. And as much as watching Ao’nung embarrass himself further because he once again tried and failed to sweet talk his way into your pants, it was late and you only had so much patience left in you today.
So you got up, excused yourself, turned around and walked away, back in the direction of the little camp that was set up for you on your stay with the metkayina.
Except you were stopped just a moment later, by a hand around your wrist, spinning you around and nearly making your mask go flying.
"Whoah, whoah, where do you think you’re going?" Ao’nung laughed, just a bit too loud in his drunkenness. "Party isn’t over yet, paskalin."
"Let me go", you sighed, trying to wriggle yourself free, but his grip was like iron.
"Oh c’mon, loosen up a little. It’s like you don’t know how to have fun! Do I really have to teach you?” Ao’nung shook his head, making soft yet still very audible tsk-tsk sounds. He then lifted the cup in his hand and held it in your face. "Drink."
“No thanks", you politely pushed his hand away. "I prefer the omatikayas naer. It’s sweeter."
This made him laugh again, as if you had just made the best joke he’d heard in ages. “Oh, pretty, you don’t drink for the taste!” He emphasised the word taste, making it sound as if he was trying to explain something to a six-year old. The way your rolled your eyes at him made his face break into a sharp grin, and at this point you genuinely wondered if he thought rolling your eyes at someone was the human equivalent to flirting.
"Okay, no drinks, I get it. Then what do you say about us ditching the others and have some private fun instead, hm?"
"You’re drunk, fish lips, and you know my answer. It’s the same as always."
"And? C‘mon, I’ve been dying to get a taste of you", he chuckles, cocking his head as he looks down at you. "Let me show you how good I could make you feel. I mean what I said earlier, and you know it." For the last part, he leaned down enough so his lips brushed the lobe of your ear as he spoke lowly, "Don’t be shy, let me ruin that pretty little tawtute pussy. I know you want it."
God, he was so insufferable. You knew that you would probably never hear the end of it if you didn’t finally do something against this...
Glancing back over your shoulder, you watched the others lost in their drunken chitter chatter, too distracted to pay you both any mind. Good. "You know what? Fine. Let’s go somewhere else", you said with a shrug and to your amusement, looked back at Ao’nung at the exact moment his brain had processed what you had just said. There was a split second in which his face dropped in utter confusion, before he proudly puffed his chest out and licked his lips in anticipation.
Saying he was like putty in your hands was a fairly humble brag at this point. In truth, he was all yours– fully and completely yours. He just didn’t know it yet.
Watching his wide curious eyes scan the makeshift labs full of sky people technology was a sight better than anything you could’ve ever dreamed about. You love that the big cocky guy seems so out of place here, as he clumsily ducks under the doorframe to your bedroom. Closing the door behind him, you then feel his gaze on you. Ao‘nung doesn’t make much of an act around hiding the lust in his eyes as he watches you discard your mask to the little table next to the door, practically eye-fucking you already.
"Sit down", you tell him, biting the inside of your cheek to hide the amused smile wanting to spread on your lips. You want to play along for a while longer, just for the fun of it. "Straight to the point, huh?" Ao‘nung smirks as he does as instructed, the bed creaking under his weight. "I knew you wanted this just as much as I did."
You shake your head with a giggle as you step closer between his spread thighs. "You’re just so tall", you bat your pretty long lashes at him, talking in your most seductive voice as your hands reach out to wander from his board chest to his shoulders, before your arms encircle his neck. "It’s easier for me to do this when you sit down", you say in a hushed whisper, before pressing your lips against the corner of his mouth, then one more properly on-center. Ao’nung parts his lips, greedy and desperate, but you just ignore him, kisses his bottom lip and bites it softly. Bites it again, harder this time, raking with your teeth until he can feel it swelling up a bit.
And then you kiss him nowhere near chastely. A sigh escapes you and you let it ebb into a soft moan when he slips his tongue into your mouth. His mouth is messy and clever, but you’re making these little noises that are starting to turn him on so damn much, you just know he’s going dizzy with how good it is.
Ao‘nung groans into it, his hands immediately running up your thighs and backside, boldly grabbing a handful of each one of your ass cheeks. He‘s greedy in the way he kisses, taking control of all movements and you let him. For now. Until his mouth’s almost numb from kissing.
Ao’nung hasn’t done this much kissing since he was fourteen and had his first girlfriend, and he definitely hasn’t ever been kissed like you kissed. It’s the perfect mix of submissive, yet so filthy and dirty, it makes him as hard as a rock. Your ass fits right into his palms and he kneads the supple flesh, attempts to spread your cheeks and nearly rips the seams of your jeans.
He‘s so impatient, it would’ve been cute if it didn’t worry you that he would skip the foreplay completely and just pound you into the mattress. This guy needed some relief first, you decided.
After a while of sucking on each other tongues, panting against each others lips and kissing so hungrily, there’s spit running down his chin, you gently push yourself away with a hand on his chest. His eyes are still half lidded and his lips are parted once you’ve put some space between you both and you can’t help but giggle at the sight of his desperate state. He’s so easy, you think to yourself.
Your hands then wander from his tattooed chest, further down his toned stomach, skimming over his muscles and past the cord that holds his loincloth together. The sound of him sucking in a sharp breath once your palm runs over the outline of his hard cock makes goosebumps appear all over your body. God, no wonder he was acting so cocky all the time. Ao’nung was huge. More than just proportional to the rest of his body.
The look in your face must’ve given your thoughts away, because the metkayina man then grins and chuckles, "I told you, paskalin. I will ruin you."
A smile pulls at your lips at that and then you sink to your knees between his spread thighs. It takes both of your hands and a little help to get him out of his loincloth, but the effort is rewarded with a mouth watering sight.
Ao’nungs cock is long and thick, the same pretty cyan as the rest of his body, hard and flushed and standing upright, slowly dripping pre-cum. You could even see it twitch to the rhythm of his rapid heartbeat, wordlessly begging to be touched. You lick your lips at that, a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed.
"You want to suck my cock, hm?" Ao‘nungs hand reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb running over your kiss-swollen bottom lip. "Think you can take it?"
"I can try", you say in hushed whisper, smiling up at him with those big doe eyes you know will drive him insane. His cock throbs heavily as you run your small hands up the inside of his thigh, then grabbing his length with both of them. He’s too thick to close your hands entirely around him, but that only adds further to the exciting flutter in your stomach.
It’s just a lick, from base to tip, at first. One quick run with your tongue. Ao‘nung makes a noise, clearly made in an effort to keep himself from moaning and you grin mischievously. You start shallow and easy. Somewhat slow and lazy. Just working him up with kisses on his smooth tip and kitten licks along his shaft. As a reward, he makes soft, low groans every now and then. It encourages you to pick up the pace and go deeper.
Your lips wrap around the head, tongue glued to the underside and then you slowly suck him in as far as he could go before making you gag -which wasn’t much, considering that his tip almost filled your mouth out completely. But you managed to make it work, your hands coming to help and stroke every inch you couldn’t reach.
Ao‘nung let out a strangled moan at the tight heat your throat formed around him and then tangled his fist in your hair. "Fuck, that’s good…"
A glance up reveals a pair of lust darkened eyes staring down at you, his bottom lip sucked in between his sharp canine and his eyebrows drawn together in pleasure. You chuckle and hum around his cock, tasting the musky, earthy tang of his pre-cum dripping onto the back of your tongue as you suck and slurp around his cock.
Ao’nungs noises are slowly growing louder and more frequent, but they aren’t out of control. Yet.
You let the tip of your tongue flick against his slit, and this time the metkayina didn’t even try to hold back a moan. "Great mother– shit, keep that up and you‘ll make me come!"
At this, you pull off and look up with a wicked grin that quickly turns into a little pout. "Not yet, big boy. I want you to hold it.” Your tongue darts out again to give the head of his cock a seductive lick. "Hold it so you can come inside me, yes?"
Ao‘nung swallows thickly, trying to compose himself and keep his calm, and then nods. "Get up here then, c‘mon", he huffs, sounding a little too breathless for his own liking as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up to your feet. Your clothes were off faster than you could even process with the speed of an extra set of hands that were just itching to feel every inch of your exposed skin.
"What a pretty little demon", Ao‘nung cooed as his eyes raked over your body, his hands groping at your ass and hips, one of them running up to knead your tits. "Always knew you’d be a sight." He then places a couple of open mouthed kisses on the warm, soft skin of your breast, his lips closing around a nipple to gently suck before he released it with a wet pop.
"We should make sure to get you ready for me", Ao’nung whispered before he continued to lap at your tits. "Get you all nice and wet, stretch you out for my cock", he said after a long drag of his tongue over your sensitive skin.
"Yeah", you breath softly, letting your head fall back as you enjoyed the feeling of his tongue tease one nipple, and then the other. "We should."
"How does the tiny human want me then, hm?"
A mischievous smile spread on your lips as you straddled the big na‘vi, making sure to shuffle in position by letting your cunt drag over his cock which emitted a sharp hiss from the man under you. Both of your arms were now back around his neck, your chest pressed tight against his as you arched your back for him.
"Want you to finger me before I ride you", you whispered lowly into his pointy ear, before licking along the soft shell. You giggle at the way it twitches in excitement of hearing your desires, before Ao‘nung wraps a strong arm around your middle and reaches between your thighs from behind with the other.
He makes a low sound, between a groan and a growl, as his finger glides through your slippery folds. He locates your clit with ease and teases the little bundle of nerves by drawing featherlight circles on it. Sweet gasps of pleasure tumble from your parted lips and directly into his ear and he grins. More arousal seeps out of you the more he plays with your clit, and it doesn’t take him very long to grow impatient and let his fingers wander to the source of it. Your tiny hole clenches with the need to be filled and Ao‘nung let’s out an appreciative hum as he pushes his index finger past your entrance with minimal resistance. You’re so wet, so ready to be taken, he thinks. But you’re also tight, he realizes quickly.
Wriggling the second finger inside is more of a challenge, but you still take it. Your moans grow louder as he begins to push his fingers in to the last knuckle, thrusting them in and out slowly, curling them just right for your legs to tremble.
Once he deems you ready enough and his impatience seems to get the best of him, Ao’nung retreats his fingers and grabs your hips to position you right above his cock. He presses you down to where it lays hard and heavy on his stomach, then guides you by the hips to run your cunt up and down his length, lubing himself with your arousal.
"Think you’re ready for me, paskalin?", Ao’nung asks, but his voice sounds more strained that he would like admit. He’s so precious, holding himself back so much. And he’s was doing so well there. He’s not even inside you yet but you can feel his cock pulse, so close to the finish line already.
For a moment you debate if you should shake your head and make him eat you out first, just to see how long he can hold it in. You knew that would be mean. But that was exactly the point. He might be as hard as a rock, but you had the patience of a saint, and could easily drag this out. But the thought of him finishing early over how tight you are is just so much better.
"See for yourself", you purr into his ear, before leaning back with a hand on his chest, the other one grabbing his length and positioning it to nudge against your entrance.
"Go slow, tawtute. We wouldn’t want you to get hurt, do we?" Ao’nung chuckles confidently, but the sound is quickly cut off once you lower yourself onto his cock. "F-Fuck", he gasps, his hands on your hips suddenly tightening. He groans through gritted teeth, feeling your warmth embrace the tip of his cock. Letting him stretch your tight hole, you pause every couple of inches, just slowly making progress. But it was enough to get Ao’nung on the verge of loosing his composure.
Squeezing his eyes shut, all he could feel was the suffocating heat all around his cock, swallowing him whole, inch after inch. All he could do was lay there and try to control his rapid breathing, groaning loud and deep the further you sank down.
You’re so tight, so incredibly tight, it’s like nothing he has ever felt before. It was a vice like grip that squeezed his cock for all it’s worth and you hadn’t even started to move properly. Exhaling another shaky breath, he finally felt you snug against him, which made him pry his eyes open slowly.
"What’s wrong, hm?" You said, cocking your head at the man below you. "You’ve always got such a mouth on you, pretty boy, what happened?"
Ao’nung couldn’t even react, his breath cut off completely and his eyes rolled back into his head as he felt your hot walls pulsate around his length.
"Bit off a bit more than you could chew, huh?" You giggle softly. Looking down at yourself, you couldn’t just feel but see the very prominent bulge of where his cock was nestled deep inside you.
"Fuck, you’re so big", you said with a smile. Ao’nungs eyes were so heavy with lust as he stared at you, biting his bottom lip hard enough to taste copper in order not to loose himself right here and right now. But you weren’t making it very easy for him.
"Look how much you’re stretching me out", you whispered, before taking his hands from your hips and repositioning them to rest and the bulge of your stomach. "You’re so deep inside me, can you feel it?"
And then, torturously slow, you lifted your hips up. The combined feeling beneath his big palms and also his cock, of him sliding out of you, drove Ao’nung close to madness. He was almost completely out, only the tip resting inside you, when you stopped. You could see the self-restraint in his feverish gaze, his pupils grown so much his eyes were almost fully black now.
"Ready, big boy?"
He wouldn’t possibly know what to be ready for, so he just nods, drunk of lust.
You don’t sink down nearly as slow and carefully as just a few minutes ago when your body still had to adjust to his size. You slam yourself down and Ao’nung makes a sound that’s close to a punched out moan. He feels the head of his cock nestled against your cervix, pressed right against the opening to your womb and it makes him physically shudder.
His back arches and then your hands find leverage on his chest and you start bouncing on him.
"Oh eywa", the metkayina gasps loudly, "Are you trying to kill me?" The soft, velvety walls of your cunt squeeze around him at his words and his eyes almost cross at that. "You– shit, you feel so good. You’re so– so tight, fuck!"
Instead of a verbal response, you just grin and decide to let your body do all the talking for you. Starting with a pace that he least expected now, moving your hips hard and fast— lifting yourself up and down on Ao‘nung cock and spilling moans that he felt deep to his core. His cock almost slips out each time, before you slam your hips back down, turning him into a moaning, whimpering mess.
Ao’nungs toes curl at the feeling of your tight heat swallowing him over and over again, and you felt the way his cock throbbed heavily inside you. He was so close, so so close. His mouth was slightly agape as he watched your breasts bounce with every thrust, providing the perfect view of yourself, moving how you pleased without a care for anything else. There was so much salvia pooling in his mouth, Ao‘nung felt like a starved man forced to stare at his favorite dish right in front of him.
With the way you plunged his cock into your pussy over and over again, deeper with every thrust, he was certain that it must feel like he was already in your stomach. And you were moaning like that was the case. The sounds you knocked out of his throat were a mixture of groans, grunts and sweet whimpers, whenever his dick knocked on your cervix like an iron hammer –until it was all too much for the poor man.
"I- Stop, shit, slow down", he managed to force out, his hands squeezing your hips so hard you knew they would be bruised by tomorrow. That didn’t stop you from riding him, though. "Eywa woman, you’re gonna make me–"
"You’re eating your words yet, hm?" You cut him off, switching from bouncing to grinding yourself against him, circling your hips as if you were trying to spell his name.
"H-Huh, what?", he tries, but fails to understand what you were trying to say, once your walls seem to suffocate him, squeezing around his length particularly hard. "Oh sh-it!"
A smile pulls at your lips. You’re enjoying this far too much.
Leaning forward you press your lips against his, then move from his mouth to his jaw, places open mouthed kisses on his throat and up to the tip of his ear. Your blunt teeth graze his lobe and then you whisper, "You said you would ruin me for all of my kind. But who’s ruining who now?"
"Okay, I- I get it", he says in a breathless moan. "Shit, please, you–"
"Say it", you demand with a harsh thrust. "Who’s ruining this big, strong warrior for all of his kind?"
"Y-You!" Ao’nung groans, his hips raising off the bed as if to chase the tightness of your cunt as you lift yourself up and then down again. "You do, fuck, you’re ruining me!"
"Hmm, you’re so loud", you hum, "It’s like you want everyone to hear how good the little tawtute’s making you feel."
It's not enough, the slow drag of you pulling out, and then the harsh thrust of him filling you up again. It’s not enough but it's also too much, too good! Ao’nung can't take anymore.
"I– I’m gonna come!" He groans, throwing his head back in bliss. "I can’t– ca- hngh– you just feel so good, I’m gonna fucking come!"
"What, already?", you giggle, "That’s so sweet."
His excitement suddenly overwhelms your control, and he thrusts up into you, fast and hard as he begins to come. He drops his head onto the mattress, suddenly weak with the pleasure rushing through him, and his cock jerks inside your warmth. You feel the pulse of his blood pounding, pounding, and Ao’nung pushes in one last time as deeply as he can.
"C‘mon, do it then", you say between moans, your voice bouncing from the sheer force of his jackhammer-like thrusts. "Come for me, baby. I want you to come inside me, make me feel good."
Sweat was already beading at his forehead, curses being hissed through clenched teeth as he held you steady and plunged his cock into you over and over again.
Ao’nung couldn’t think straight anymore. You were still so tight, so good, every inch of his cock sliding into you made his brain turn into goo. It felt like waves of water rushing over him, drowning him in the feeling before something pulled him out and his lungs finally filled with air.
Ao’nung comes hard, shaking and squirming beneath you as his hot seed fills ever inch inside you there is to fill. The sheer intensity of it is enough to help you tumble over the edge with him, and you find his lips just in time to moan into each others mouths, tongues curling and lips sucking the other in. It’s so filthy, so wet and messy, it takes you a hot minute to realize the na‘vi underneath you has grown limp before you stopped grinding against him.
You go still for a minute, just smiling at the mess you’ve made out of the man that had so much to say about ruining you earlier that night. And then, almost casually, your hips roll up in a gentle thrust. Ao’nungs breath catches on a noise, and even he isn’t sure if it's pleasured or pained, nerve endings still flayed and raw-open. He’s so overstimulated from the tightness of your human cunt, he shudders when you finally lift yourself up and off of him.
Finally, Ao’nung pushes himself up to one elbow, words forming on his lips, but they're lost on a ragged gasp as you gently push him back down by his shoulders.
"What- what are you doing?" He chuckles in disbelief, his eyes eagerly following your every movement. His cum still oozes out of you in a thick flow, the sight alone so obscene it makes his cock already half hard again. His hands reach out to hold you, but you remove them, before shuffling to straddle his head.
"You can still talk, Ao‘nung. And when I say I’ll ruin you, I mean it. Now lay back down and let me see what else that dirty mouth of yours is good for."
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Soft and Smooth
Yautja x Reader
You were only a child when you were taken, you don't even remember your parents much.
You remember the fear that you felt. You remember the chains and the cage you were put in. But nothing much.
You grew up amongst Yautja.
You were a slave to a family of them.
A father, a mother and four younglings.
You served them.
And you served them right.
It was all you knew after all.
One day, your tribe was attacked, you were only a teenager when it happened.
The family you served suffered greatly, the mother and a youngling lost their lives. It was tragic.
Since you grew up with them, you learned their language but somehow you still couldn't always understand them. You were really good at reading but when they talked, you couldn't understand many things.
But you did understand that when you reached a young adult age, your master wanted to sell you to be prey for the next hunt.
You simply overheard their conversation.
His sons only arrived back from a hunt themselves, they all got their first kill and your master was very proud of them.
One, in particular, was extremely against the idea of giving you up. He was the oldest of the sons, T'un'tou.
You often heard how great of a warrior he was.
He lived on his own by now, but often visited his father.
Since he was the oldest, he moved out a while ago now, even got his first kill a while back.
Sometimes Yautja was an extremely confusing species. Other times, all of their actions made the most sense.
Like now, you were confused.
T'un'tou took you to his ship and told you that you are his now.
But he didn't say, slave or human.
Just his.
And now you were off to a new home to serve a new master.
But T'un'tou was very different from his father.
Your years living with him were short. He was already out of the home when you were just beginning to grow into the woman that you were today.
You didn't know much about him, and you couldn't recall much either.
But he was rather kind to you.
He took you to his home and even gave you a room.
The Tribe he lived in was the Hunter Tribe. A rather proud tribe who went on hunts more than the others. All members were extremely proud and strong.
The bones in T'un'tou's home were proof of his great accomplishments.
You lived with him for months, one time, he arrived back with a set of bones. He handed them to you and you nodded. You assumed he gave it to you so you can put it on display for him.
But it wasn't the reason.
It was meant to be a gift. A courting gift.
You were just too used to being a slave, you never thought it would be more.
Of course, you knew about their techniques and things. Yet, you failed to realize that it was happening to you.
T'un'tou being the rough warrior that he was loved soft things.
Every female he tried to be with, he always looked for softness, but he never found it.
Then, he remembered his father had a human.
A female human at that.
Humans were supposedly soft and fragile creatures.
So, he decided to visit his father more and more often.
And the rumours were true. One time, he touched your arm as you placed food in front of him, it was exactly what he craved.
Soft and supple skin against his rough one.
T'un'tou learned from his father that since all his sons left, he had no use for you and was thinking about selling you or giving you away for a hunt.
T'un'tou took this opportunity and asked his father to give you to him.
He gave you enough space to get comfortable and once he decided the time has come for him to court you.
He checked in with the healers and you were strong, you could bare a child of his which was great news, something in the future he could use.
T'un'tou also learned that by giving you his blood you would be able to have a longer life.
After that, he brought you to the healers monthly.
You didn't question it, you dared not to.
But you did notice how handsy he was.
He liked to touch your arms and one time he nearly gave you a heart attack when he suddenly touched your leg.
"Soft." he said and it was a word you understood. But he confused you.
Later that evening, he asked you to join his bed, for nothing more than sleep.
You felt like a soft toy. A bear plushie that he used so he could sleep.
But somehow, you didn't mind.
He arrived back with more and more bones. Giving them all to you and each time you wondered just where you should put them. Now having a designated place where each bone from him would go.
Then, one evening, after spending almost a year with T'un'tou you finally figured it out.
He was courting you.
It made sense why he talked about an offspring with the healer each month you were there. And also why you received blood each time.
You didn't really have a choice, did you?
You either die or accept that T'un'tou wanted you as his mate.
You wouldn't say no, you didn't wish to die just yet.
And T'un'tou was kind.
It wasn't much of a relationship starter but it was something. Given that Yautja could be extremely dangerous, kindness wasn't really something they were too familiar with.
You smiled as T'un'tou arrived back for the night. You were already in his bed, ready to sleep when he entered.
Seeing you comfortable under the furs, he felt at ease.
He soon found his place behind you, pulling you to his chest, ready to sleep.
How could such a huge and dangerous killing machine be so kind?
Somehow, you both knew in that moment, you both accepted each other. Now, all you needed is a mating ceremony so you could make it official and you would be finally his.
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T'un'tou was a great mate.
Very eager but gentle.
He finally had the softness he craved his entire life.
And with his offspring in your belly, he felt full.
However, your pregnancy brought the best and the worst out of you.
But no wonder, you had a little half-human half-yautja baby under your heart!
T'un'tou was taking really good care of you making sure you have everything you need.
You have been craving some strange things lately.
He noticed you preferred meat almost raw meat at that. He was nervous it might poison you.
He never once left your side, not even when the opportunity came for him to go on a hunt.
He decided to stay with you and watch you.
He became your shadow basically.
Of course, you knew he wanted you and the baby to be safe. He wanted to protect and provide.
But then, he had an opportunity extremely rare and he knew he needed to go.
"I'll be fine." you told him as he left with the ship.
And you were fine.
Thinking about names, trying to figure out a way to make your bed more comfortable.
The tribe accepted you when you were wed to him.
Each day, your child grew bigger and bigger.
When your mate came back, he was delighted to see you so round. He felt like a truly victorious Yautja.
He presented you his kill, but of course, you couldn't care for the bones and skulls. You cared for him.
You did notice a new scar on his shoulder, pouting as you run your fingers over it multiple times.
You knew to them, it was a sign of battle and victory, but all you could think about was the pain he must have felt.
It made you sad but you were proud of his achievements.
Since he arrived back, he didn't leave your side for even a second constantly having his arms around you or his hand on your stomach.
"So soft," he said. "Soft and gentle." he said as his hands ran up your back, you felt his claws ever so slightly graze along your skin.
He never hurt you, you knew that.
"I often feel the baby move." you told him and you knew he didn't understand you but it was okay. You grabbed his hand and pulled it to your stomach, waiting for another kick which soon came.
"Strong." you told him in his language and you knew Yautja couldn't smile, but his eyes said it all.
Pure happiness.
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A Nymph and A Spartan
Record of Ragnarök - Leonidas x Female Reader
Warnings - 18+Only. Adult Situations.
Okay, so credit for this idea goes to an anon on @rukia-writes blog, which I have been graciously allowed to use, so I hope you don't mind because we need more sexy Leonidas stories, damn it--
Enjoy!
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"We shouldn't be in here!"
"Oh, Aurai, stop worrying."
"Start worrying, Stellia! Lord Apollo would be furious if he knew we were here--"
"We are here for Lord Apollo, remember--?"
You huffed slightly as your fellow nymphs bickered between themselves, tucked behind you as you crouched together in the small, wooded area the three of you had snuck into. The whole thing had been Stellia's idea. "We should understand who Lord Apollo is facing!" She had insisted, while Aurai had been indignant at the thought Apollo required any kind of advantage to best a mere human. You had tagged along simply to keep them out of trouble.
"We're going to get caught if you two do not pipe down--" You tried to shush them, only for Stellia to suddenly grasp your arm, pointing just past the treeline.
"Look!"
You followed her gesture with an aggrieved sigh - you were missing a perfectly good bath for this - and turned to face the direction she was pointing, half expecting--
Men.
Shirtless men.
Tall, shirtless, filled with muscle, Spartan men.
"Oh Fates--" Aurai squeaked, clasping a hand over her mouth, a deep flush filling her cheeks. "We...we should leave!"
"No." You replied, remaining rooted to the spot. The Spartans seemed to be training, judging by the dummies and weapons scattered about. You had never actually been to Sparta in its glory, but if the towering specimens of manhood in front of you, bodies built like exquisitely carved statues made flesh and blood were the norm, you severely regretted it.
The three of you remained huddled together, blatantly gawking at every contracting muscle - if any of the Spartans looked up they probably would have spotted you. "Which...um..." Stellia found her voice first, although her eyes remained glued to the back of a particularly strapping fellow practicing with bow and arrow. "...which one do you think is facing Lord Apollo...?"
"Who cares?" You said back vaguely. Stellia hummed as though in agreement, and you both fell silent once more. The archer released his arrow, hitting the target with a loud thunk.
Aurai grasped your hand, sounding flustered. "We...we should--"
"What are you doing in here?" A deep, masculine voice boomed behind you.
Stellia and Aurai both shrieked in alarm, grabbing onto your sides as you spun around. Your gaze landed on a broad expanse of abdomen, warm fleshed carved expertly into solid, defined muscle. Scar tissue bumped against smooth planes of skin, and your eyes trailed upwards over broad pectoral muscles, full and large, sharply defined collarbones, a somewhat scruffy beard dusting over a handsome jawline, full lips turned down in a severe frown--
"I don't care for repeating myself." King Leonidas of Sparta said, his voice rumbling darkly like thunder. The sound probably should have made you shiver with fear, instead of...something else. "What are you three doing in here?"
You opened your mouth to reply - to say something - but your mind had become quite unhelpful in anything but hyper focusing on every inch of the naked torso directly in front of you. He folded his arms - the movement causing the thick, powerful muscles of his biceps to swell indecently, his frown growing deeper as he glared down at you impatiently.
Fates, he was gorgeous--
"You three attend Lord Apollo, do you not?" A woman's voice, firm and measured as a steel blade, spoke from behind Leonidas's massive frame. Lady Brunhilde stepped around him, her cool gaze running over you and your companions. "You should not be in here. I am afraid I must escort you outside."
Leonidas's frown became a snarl, a vicious flash of teeth. "You serve that preening bastard?" Aurai squeaked out something that may have been some manner of defence, but she looked far too flustered to form proper words. Stellia was still staring at Leonidas, jaw hanging open slightly.
You knew you should have been offended at such an insult to your Lord, but you instead tilted your head upwards, meeting the furious fire in Leonidas's eyes. You slowly rose to your feet, the human man towering over you still, feeling the weight of his men's eyes on your back, having apparently noticed the commotion.
"My apologies." You said finally, reaching out to softly brush your palm against Leonidas's abdomen, the muscles flexing unconsciously under your touch. You peered up at him through your lashes, smiling as his eyebrows twitched slightly upwards in a brief flash of surprise. "We were just going."
Leonidas watched as your slowly brushed past him, nodding politely to Lady Brunhilde who regarded you with a raised brow and somewhat bemused smile. You followed the Valkyrie outside, Stellia and Aurai darting after you, feeling Leonidas's gaze burning against your back.
"Please, do not tell Lord Apollo--" Aurai pleaded at Brunhilde, who barely glanced over her shoulder.
"I care little about your personal relationships with your master. I won't say anything."
You smiled brightly at Brunhilde as she delivered you back to Apollo's rooms, and you could have sworn you saw a glimmer of amusement in the Valkyrie's eyes as she walked away.
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You were not sure exactly how time worked in the Valhalla Arena.
You had considered asking Brunhilde, but you doubted she had particular interest in educating you on the subject, and you had a more pressing matter you wished to address.
Lord Apollo had barely noticed your absence, and last you had seen him he was in the baths with your fellow nymphs. Aurai and Stellia had settled in, but you had made your excuses and left, although you doubted anyone besides them had seen you leave Lord Apollo's rooms.
Normally you would have been bothered by Apollo's lack of attention, although it was hardly unusual. The God's affections were fickle and tempestuous as the weather, but he never failed to attract flocks of admirers regardless.
Why should he have all the fun?
It did not take long to find Leonidas's quarters, even less to sneak your way in. Dark had fallen over the area in a seeming imitation of night, and you could hear men laughing and hear fire crackling somewhere further within.
You peered through the gloom, trying to decide where exactly to go, when arms circled around your waist, and you found yourself pulled flush against a broad, muscled chest. "You Gods never learn, do you?" Leonidas's growled lowly in your ear, the sound washing over you like a wave, making you shiver softly. "You just do whatever you want, don't you?"
You laughed slightly, the heat of Leonidas's body searing through your clothes, making your breath quicken. You reached down to trail your fingers along his forearm, nails coming to lightly dig into the solid muscle of his bicep. "I certainly hope so."
Leonidas scoffed, a short, booming laugh falling from his lips, the sound vibrating deep in his strong chest. "What makes you think I'm interested in what you have to offer, God?"
You chuckled, pushing your hips back against his. Your rear brushed against something hard and hot and large and you couldn't suppress the shiver of excitement that ran up your spine, nor the jolt of desire that shot through your belly as Leonidas groaned softly at your movements. "I don't think that's a weapon hidden down there."
Leonidas shook slightly, his chin dropping to your shoulder, the scruff of his beard rubbing against the skin of your shoulder. You bit your lip, picturing the sensation of it rubbing against other areas and your heart quickened as Leonidas's large, rough palms slowly slid up your arms, long fingers brushing at the fabric of your loose dress.
"...may I?" He murmured in your ear, voice low and heavy with the growing embers of desire. You shivered in anticipation, and reached up to gently grasp his hands, your fingers sliding over his to guide them slowly downwards, pulling your gown with them.
Your dress pooled at your feet, and you felt a certain smugness as you felt Leonidas stiffen at your back, the slightest sharp inhale of breath. You turned to press your chest flush against his, a thrill shooting through you as you caught the darkening of his eyes, the hungry way they roamed over you.
"...that bastard won't get mad you are here?" Leonidas asked after a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.
"Does it matter if he does?" You trailed your fingers down his abdomen, grabbing at the waistband of his pants. "He might be dead tomorrow."
Leonidas looked surprised, before tossing his head back, a deep roar of laughter spilling from him. His broad shoulders shook for a few moments, before he returned his gaze to you, a genuinely amused grin forming on his face.
"You're a woman after my own heart, nymph."
You felt heat in your cheeks at his words, the surprising warmth in his expression, and you shrugged lightly, pulling his waistband downwards, exposing the deliciously defined v-shape in his hips. You bit your lower lip hard, the pulse of lust deep in your belly almost making your knees shake. "It's not just your heart I'm after."
Leonidas's grin turned wolfish, and he ducked down, his arm wrapping around your hip. You yelped as you were suddenly hoisted onto his shoulder. Leonidas shook out of his pants, carelessly kicking them aside as he began striding in a direction you sincerely hoped there was a bed.
"I might be after something else of yours, too."
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"Seriously, where were you yesterday? You never came back!"
"Stellia, will you stop--"
The crowd was already stirring with excitement, and you watched with some trepidation as Heimdall began to announce the Ninth Round of Ragnarök. You remained quiet as Stellia continued to prod you, while Aurai nervously toyed with her hands.
Apollo entered the arena, golden and resplendent as always, and your fellow nymphs dissolved into excited squeals and cheers. You clapped softly, your gaze drifting towards the opposing doors.
Leonidas strode into the Arena, tall and proud as any warrior king should be. His eyes were firmly on Apollo, his handsome, scarred face forming an angry sneer. His gaze drifted briefly over Apollo's head, however, landing on you amongst the crowd. Apollo's head slowly turned, an expression of confusion clouding his lovely features.
You smiled, uncaring of who saw you, lifted your fingers to your lips, and blew a kiss in Leonidas's direction.
Leonidas's eyebrows rose, but you could see the pleased smirk on his face as he lifted a large hand, clenching his fist as though to catch your kiss in his hand.
Apollo looked stunned, his jaw dropping open, briefly losing all composure and grace as he gawked in total disbelief at the display he had just witnessed in front of him.
"What was that?!" Aurai yelped loudly, looking at you as though you had sprang a second head.
"You harlot." Stellia grabbed your hand, pulling you towards her eagerly, eyes bright. "Tell me everything!"
"Have you lost your mind?!" Another nymph yelled, while the one beside her peered down at Leonidas thoughtfully.
"I mean...he is rather dashing--"
"Forget that, he's hot."
"Oh, I was hoping someone would say it, it's been driving me mad--"
You couldn't fight the smile forming on your face as Apollo's expression turned sour, turning back to face Leonidas, who looked delightfully smug, tossing a wild grin your way.
Fates, you wanted him to win.
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so… i just watched the first episode of the ACTUAL she-ra, the 80s version. i have a lot of things to say, but first and foremost.
i love how spop fans were attacking it for being misogynistic when the male characters were equally, if not more “sexualized” than the female characters.
like LOOK at this. he-man is arguably showing more skin than she-ra. it's not just “oh women are objectified while men are allowed to be normal human beings”, they're both wearing revealing clothes because they're adults who can do what they want.
of course, i do think that they look like your stereotypical man and woman (with the men being more muscular and the women being more petite) but i think that's to be expected from such an old show.
anyway, i'll move on to the rest of the episode. it was pretty good. i have to admit the humor was a bit stale, i wasn't the biggest fan of cringer. his name is very fitting. however, there was a lot of visual comedy that made me laugh, like glimmer teleporting right when catra pounced at her.
also love how one of the horde members is like “catra's in trouble!” and adora coolly responds with “forget her”. reboot adora could have used more of that attitude with catra.
speaking of catra, her voice is HILARIOUS. i think i would have liked the reboot catra a lot more if they kept that voice.
i have nothing much to say about the rest of the characters but i do like glimmer already. it's clear that the show was made for children, judging by the comedy and the storytelling so far, but i have a feeling the show might get a little more serious as it progresses further.
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ONE-SHOT
Female Human (later Demon) Reader becoming Muzans lover
Ok, I will be evil with this one. This is the typical "reader/oc is yeeted i to the Mary Sue role because she is oh so special" but done my own way, which is basically destroy the promt into something more in character, so it might not be everyone's taste. Also being Muzan's part from this post.
Warnings: Manga Spoilers, Sexism, Power imbalance, Non-consented body modification (being turned into a demon), Narcissistic character, and Slight yandere behavior.
Muzan would never admit humanity has impressed him more than a fingers count of times. There have been several humans he found himself amazed with, but honestly? That only makes them less special. But the fact is still the same, when a human is capable os such a thing, it means they are worth of being more. Of being... almost perfect. Because no matter how many times he finds himself linked to human, humanity is a desease. The desease of getting tired, old, injured, weak and dead.
Not that he would ever go as far as to get rid of humans completely, what would he eat if he did? And raising them as cattle seems rather cruel, not only that but he must admit he enjoys human's products. The technology, the arts, the arquitecture... it would be a waste to get rid of it.
You were, are, impressive, not at the same level of Tamayo, but still an impressive woman he met as he was passing by as human. There was something about you, something he wanted. He couldn't ignore it, even if he did try, even if he had a hard time recognizing it. Specially because he didn't know why. With Akaza, it was his strengh. With Nakime, it was his wickedness. With Enmu, it was his... oddity. With Gyutaro, it was his hatred. With Gyokko, it was his art. With Rui, it was their resemblance. With Hantengu, it was his will and madness. With Kokushibou, it was his power and pride. For fuck's sake, he transformed Douma because of his shitty eyes! But in every case he knew exactly what he was doing and why at giving them their position in the Kizuki system.
Meanwhile, you can't compare to any of them. You aren't half as strong as most humans who called up his attention, you are sane, you are normal, average. Why are you here? In his head? Why does he let you stay near him, even when he should have killed you after switching to a new life. You met Muzan as a child, an odd one, very mature and smart for his age, but also had something you couldn't describe, but it set you off. Specially as he kept staring at you while you followed your routine.
You always made sure to show him bare minimum courtesy, he was the child of someone rich, after all. You didn't really care, until a young man came to you, he was very attractive and you did consider for a few seconds asking to meet or something. You are already an adult but haven't married yet, so people talk a lot about you, mostly condensending or nosy things. Maybe getting someone would stop the talking, as, depending on particular people, can be from annoying to hurtful. But after considering a few seconds, you decided it's not worth it, since you didn't know this man. You never wanted to come off as "desperate", that would make the rumours about you worse.
The thing is that. You didn't know this man, "Hello, Y/N." and yet he knows your name. He has a sweet voice, but something upseting from... you don't even know from what. "Excuse me, do we know each other?" You ask nerviously, and every second you look at him, he somehow manages to be more scary. There is something in the air, something... almost cursed. "We do, actually. But that doesn't matter. Tell me, dear, what do you think of your life?" He asks, but honestly? It feels that this is more to make up a conversation than to actually know about you.
You answer, lying in some details, saying some things mostly because it's correct to say it. In some aspects, you don't feel like other women, like you are not like the other ladies, hence you are also treated differently, maybe that is the reason you never got a fiance, even is it's considered unsightful that a young lady doesn't get any attention at all. Most men think you are "hard to manage", so they don't. You don't really like it but at this point you learned not to care. You also tell some truths, but not really giving so much detail. You just want to leave. There is something about this guy giving you creeps.
"I see." He chuckles a bit, and while it sounded nice, melodious even, it only made you tense up. "Honestly, I don't know what I was expecting asking such a silly question. But I guess you do have something interesting, you want to scape your life." That is not odd to find, most of his demons felt that same way. Akaza wanted to scape his family's death and lack of purpose, Kokushibou wanted to scape his weakness and sense of inferiority to his brother, Douma wanted to scape the numbness of the cult, Hantengu wanted to scape his criminal record and death sentence, Nakime wanted to scape her life as a poor wife of a gambler, even Rui wanted to scape his sickness.
You are no different. You are not special. And yet, annoyingly, he can't shake off his interest towards you. Maybe, because you are not special, he should enlist you with the others. In the best case scenario, you will join the Kizuki system. At the worst? He will get bored of you when you prove to be useless. Because, while attracked, he doesn't have the patience to stay by when there is so much to do. He can only have the best and the most useful assets by his side. Prove yourself then.
You didn't even manage to blink before you feel a potent sting of pain in your skull, the smell of blood that runs through your face makes you panic, but you can't move. The pain becomes numb as a liquid, an odd liquid, is... injected to your brain. It burns, but every pain is subdued. Then you feel cold air against your flesh as he removes his hand. "Join me, my dear. Prove that you deserve to be at my side." Everything else goes in a flash, as you become more overwhealmed and your body stretches, your skin becomes ick, your blood preassure rises. Everything becomes pain for a moment... and then nothing.
No pain, no cold, no nothing. Just hunger, hunger for more blood. For him. But humans will have to do, because you are just so hungry you can't think straight. Did you ever? Because now. It's just your hunger and him what matter. "You are doing well, Y/N. Prove yourself worth it, and I will have an special gift for you." How could you reject that?
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not trying to start shit but if ur comfortable do you mind talking about your gender identity and transition / opinions cause the post about your coworker really got me thinking
Youre not starting shit dw. I think that if a man can blast roids be bald not shave think of femininity as personal humiliation be competitive and openly express attraction to females then I should be able to do all that while rejecting any of the pathologizing that happens based on the fact that I'm doing that while female. Ykwim. I think that the concept of "gender identity" is precisely that disturbing pathologization I'm referring to. When a male looks or lives how I do, it isn't ever seen as indicative of any internal misalignment... but for me it is? Stupid. But the thing is that there absolutely is a misalignment occuring– and I've had to realize it has nothing to do with me. The way I live signifies nothing about holding some sort of allegiance to the males who are generally the only ones utterly unquestioningly afforded the freedom to live this way because for them it is a freedom– and for females, living like this often takes immense amounts of courage. And when one wants OUT of it all... it's easier to approach this painful reality by simply performing mental magic, flipping the narrative and saying "ah! Suddenly my hatred for all of this Woman Stuff makes sense! I should have been a man all along!" That's great but after almost 15 years in this I've realized it is fucking loser shit to think that despising misogynistic expectations and restrictive gender roles makes one a man actually because well um because you said so... because only men crave dignity... because woman equals long hair and shaving legs and makeup and my socially-trained bodily hatred and desire for a life free from demeaning treatment on the basis of my femaleness is totally abnormal no women ever feel like this no women could possibly enjoy the thought having a hairy body or a beard or feel inspired by masculine aesthetics which are largely equated with strength confidence dignity social dominance and being in actual possession of a brain and personality so any desire to embody that and be seen by others as an actual human being instead of a member of the subjugated sex actually make one imbued with Real Maleness... right..... to be honest it just became so embarassing to think that I was a grown adult still acting like this shit made any sense. I don't have a gender identity. When I pass, I take on the status of undercover female. I'm not a male. Have y'all actually met any of them?? Like, for real??? Its like... Jesus christ... LOL. No. I like the way I live. I have sympathy for females lost in the gender sauce but it only goes so far when they're by and large fucking insane and homophobic. And sure I could talk about my transition but I ultimately see it as such a non-thing. I don't think of myself as having transitioned at all, because I was always like this more or less, it's just that now I have a few more hairs on my face and a deeper voice and none of it feels unnatural or strange or "trans" it just is what it is and was always going to be... and that will always be contextualized by my sex– how could I go on denying myself that? And letting it fester like a wound... Oh and also I eventually realized it's just way more dope to be a high-value hairy jacked dyke who accepts myself but keeps doing my thang & not give a fuck than it is to be a desperate delulu self-conscious passing-obsessed little wannabe-man lol
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I wish there was a way to clearly say:
I'm personally comfortable being called a "woman", only because I have the sexual dimorphism typically associated with a female of the human species, and that's how other people see me as when they look at my physical appearance; nothing more.
While making 100% sure not to accidentally bring any harm to the trans community, or making it sound like one's gender identity should always match their physical appearance, when that's far from being the case.
Because, until very recently, I'd always been calling myself "a girl", or "a woman" exclusively based on how I physically look.
To me, defining myself as "a woman", has always been the equivalent of describing an external characteristic of my body that others are able to see.
- I'm a woman.
- I'm 5'7''.
- I have brown eyes.
- etc.
It's always been exactly the same to me. It's what you can physically see, not who I am.
Somehow, it's like I completely forgot to develop a sense of personal identity tied to "being a woman" while I was growing up.
I could wake up tomorrow with a body that has the sexual dimorphism of a male of my species instead, have everyone call me a man and suddenly have to live my life as one, and I'd have only ONE problem with it.
Just the one.
My partner is a heterosexual man, so that would be a challenge.
But otherwise, I think I'd just be really curious to explore the physiological differences between my prior body and my new body, and then move on with my life without changing a single thing to the things I like, my behavior in general, personal interests, probably the way I like to dress, too, etc.
I'd just be "looking more masculine" while doing it.
It would be like having blonde short hair instead of my current brown long hair.
The rest of the world would treat me differently as a man, sure! But that wouldn't reflect how I identify or feel inside about who I am.
Just how others now see me as and choose to socially treat me.
My gender, to me, is something that's always existed outside of myself.
I have no personal use for it, nor is it a part of my personality.
I guess I've often been gender-non-conforming, too, not because I was attempting to rebel against my own gender, felt a need to distance myself from the binary, or anything... But just because I've never seen the point of it.
I've had boyfriends telling me that it was like I wanted to be the "man in the relationship", and being upset that I wasn't letting them play their role at times (that hasn't really been an issue with women, oddly enough); and I broke up with them without looking back, because what the fuck was that even supposed to mean?
I wasn't trying to behave like a man or a woman, I was just being myself, and adopting the social roles and behaviors I'm comfortable with. If you can't love me as I am, then what am I supposed to do?
Younger, I've had little boys back at school telling me that "it was weird for a girl to like certain things or express herself a certain way", and my response has always pretty much been to shrug, go "guess I'm a weird girl then", and then continue doing things my way.
(Yes, I'm aware that I've been very privileged to live in a world where I've merely been occasionally bullied or suffered verbal micro-agressions for ignoring the social standards set for "little girls"... Then again, I've probably embraced some of them!
I loved playing with my "He-Man and the Masters of the Universe set", or walking around with a lightsaber pretending to be Luke Skywalker... But I was cool with "My Little Poney" (the originals) and "Rainbow Bright", too!
Like I said, I wasn't trying to be "non-conforming", I just liked whatever I liked!
I was also lucky enough that my parents fully allowed me to go for what I enjoyed in terms of toys, games, activities, playmates, etc., regardless of gender.
And my physical appearance as a child occasionally had people mistaking me for a boy. So, perhaps, the other adults that saw me behave as one in public assumed I was one, and thus put less pressure on me to behave in a way that would have been deemed more "feminine" than "masculine".
By the point I really started looking more "feminine" (like I do now), I guess I'd moved past caring about it, and/or had reached a point where it made no sense to me that it would suddenly have been upsetting that I occasionally behaved "as a boy" or enjoyed "boy things" now when, until then, it had always been perfectly fine and well accepted that I did!
I guess there's something to be said about the influence of early socialisation, and how adults in the social environment of a child respond to a young child's gender, in the level of importance they might instinctively give to it later on.)
Like, I'm pretty sure that, if I were to ask you to determine my gender based on my looks alone (while fully giving you permission to do it), especially when I'm performing on stage wearing makeup, you'd go "you're a woman!" with a fair level of confidence!
But that's just it! To me that's just the way I look. A stylistic choice based on the way my body chose to develop, if you will.
What drives me nuts, though, is that I have zero problem empathizing with the trans community and their need to express their own gender identity, because I know what it feels like to need to be seen and respected as one's authentic self!
You tell me you identify as a woman, a man, agender, genderfae, etc., and/or feel a need to express it? Be yourself, and rock that gender! It is who you are, and it is your right to own it!
The fact that I feel like I don't have any particular use or need for gender doesn't mean that it can't be important for others, and that they don't have a use or need for it themselves.
Just because I don't intimately understand it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist or doesn't matter. It doesn't mean that I can't support, and actively advocate for proper gender recognition and respect in schools and other public places.
I "get it" without "getting it", if you will.
The problem, however, is that I am extremely uncomfortable with the idea that, if I identify as a "woman", people will assume that it means more to me than "I physically look female".
That it will be assumed that I emotionally and psychologically connect with my gender, and feel a need to express it, or a sense of attachment and belonging to the woman gender.
After having called the way my physical body "looks" to others on the outside "being a woman" for decades, it's hard for me to suddenly go "being a woman is not the same as passing for a woman, it's about the gender you identify with inside..." and stop calling myself a woman, because I feel like I've no gender identity inside of myself.
But "agender" doesn't quite feel right to me, either, because I'd never had any problem with the idea of being a woman, until I learned that I was supposed to give a damn about being a woman, and personally connect with my gender, that is.
And "gender non-conforming" doesn't sound quite right, either, because I'm not trying to avoid conforming to the woman gender, or expressing a different gender than the one that was assigned to me at birth.
They basically gave me a gender based on my genitalia when I was born, and I went "Yeah, sure! I guess I can look the part... Why not?"; while ignoring the whole social instructions booklet and guidelines that went with it.
So lately, every time someone has asked me what my gender is, or what gender I identify with, I've had a tendency to freeze, panic, and mentally go:
Like the idea of my having a gender makes no internal sense to me. It's not something I can relate to, "vibe with", or identify with.
Is there a way to respectfully say "I'm calling myself a woman for convenience's sake, because that's the gender traditionally associated with the way I look, and I'm okay with having grown into a feminine appearance by default? But please, don't assume it means anything to me beyond that, or expect me to behave, dress, or do anything according to the woman gender."
I've been using "gender apathetic" in an attempt to convey it, but is that really what it means, and how most people understand it?
Basically, I feel like my answers to these questions would be:
- What physical look do you most resemble? Woman / feminine / female.
- What gender do you identify with? None.
- Do you feel comfortable being called a woman, and her / she pronouns, based on the way you look? Yes.
How do you freaking call or define that?
Non-internalized cisgenderism?
#Gender theory#Non-internalized gender issues#Gender apathetic#Agender#Transgender#My posts#My thoughts#My very very confused thoughts re: whatever my gender identity is meant to be!#Hopefully none of what I've written will be perceived as dismissive or offensive.#I'm genuinely trying to figure out where I stand or fit in all of this...#Personal
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Yo another Helluva Boss Rant, Part Five thousand.
People are really out here saying we can't watch Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel as if they are some holy artefact. This may sound harsh but fuck off with that bullshit. Any show, movie, comic, and artist can be criticised for anything, yes some criticism is unhelpful I'll give you that, but at the end of the day, people can give their opinion on anything. Also, hate watching is a thing, a great example would be watching a bad movie because you love how horrible it is for example The Room, The Twilight movies, The 50 Shades of Grey Movies, or Any Disney Live Action Remake. All of these are absolute trash heaps but most people watch them over and over again because it's something to laugh at for a good while.
Vivzipop is a horrible person.
I might be harassed for a while but it needs to be said Viv is a horrible employer and person. She pays her animation staff dirt for all the hours they slave away on her intricate character designs, the fast paced action scenes, the more "heartfelt" scenes only to get low pay. Also her stopping her employees from finding better work like Lackadaisy, as we seen with the discord chat where an animator was explained to that Viv called them words like manic, insane, crazy just so they could find no other opportunities forcing them to stay with her. That isn't how you treat anyone, and if you think differently then I'm sorry to break it to you you're a bad person.
Of course the ableism, look as someone who has been called the R word multiple times in my life, I'm not offended by it being used in an adult show but only if you make it clear that it is a harmful word, unlike Viv who constantly teases the word as if it's funny to say, but like the coward she is never says it. JUST SAY IT AND BE DONE WITH IT. Yes I'll bust your balls about it but atleast it proves to me that you have some gumption.
I'm not a POC I'm far from it but I feel like this show can give people the wrong idea about women of colour. For Example, Millie is a bloodthirsty and adoring wife, but that's it she doesn't appear unless her husband is around or even does anything without Moxxie's approval. Also, it paints her as aggressive which is a common stereotype of black women. Verosika is a bitter ex of Blitzo and nothing more, wait I forgot a woman who enjoys sex. Now there is nothing wrong with sex or sex workers but again at this time that is all she is in the show and of course a discussion can be held about the objectification of POC in a sexual manner. Also Barbie....who is a fucking groomer and addict. These are three Canon Women of Colour and that's what we got, in my opinion not a good enough representation, because all these female characters are one note and objectively horrible people, also all are painted as angry and all of them have had at least two comments about their sex lives.
If these don't prove that Vivien M is not atleast a a ignorant person or at worst a awful human being then I can't explain to you anything, because your just choosing to be blind to reality.
As always you look great today/ tonight. l, have a wonderful day/night, and praise the frog lord.
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I have like, half an hour before I need to leave for work, and I wanted to share this AU I have.
Basically, Dick had a daughter at 15, though he didn't know until his daughter was 6 and he was 21. When he meets her, it's under unfortunate circumstances, and he easily agrees to take her in because what else would he do? Let his only child go into Gotham's foster care system that more often than not turned out to be human trafficking rings? Absolutely not.
So he ends up going back to Bludhaven with this 6 year old child he doesn't know anything about and gets to know her. Haley loves her, he loves her, she loves them, and it's great.
Her name is Roxy Grayson, and she's a lot like Dick was when he was nine. She lost a parent and was pulled away from what she knew, and into a new world. Naturally, he guides her through her grief and even has some pictures of her mom around so that she always has a piece of the woman with her.
Dick can't help but spoil his little girl, but he makes sure that she is still kind and has manners and doesn't get her things if she has a tantrum, only ignores her. Though, she hardly ever has a tantrum, only once or twice while she's still working through her grief.
And this is Birdflash, too. Wally's in the speedforce at this point, and Wally and Dick had been dating before Wally disappeared, so Dick was kinda depressed when he lost Wally. He's still depressed, but Roxy's his reason to get up every day, his reason to heal and come home uninjured after patrol.
Roxy asks about the red-haired man in the pictures. Dick smiles sadly and tells her about him. How he had loved him, how he'd died to save people, and how Wally had proposed a few weeks before his death. Roxy starts to refer to this man in the pictures as 'Dad' and the first time she does it, it makes Dick break down crying. Roxy's confused until he says that Wally would have absolutely adored Roxy.
Then Wally comes back, and Dick's breaking down crying in his arms. He introduces Wally to Roxy with teary eyes, and Roxy simply goes "hi, dad" and Wally's crying too. He immediately pulls her in for a hug and takes on the role that Roxy had given him, and he loves it.
Roxy looks like Dick, as if someone cloned him but made the clone female. Her facial shape is all her mother though, so is her quick wit and sarcasm. As she grows into a teenager and an adult, she proves that she's her mother's daughter, but also her father's daughter.
Then there's Lydia.
She was an experiment, like Conner. She was to see if people could take DNA from two people of the same gender and combine it to create a unique individual with the opposite gender. Wally and Dick had been kidnapped and their DNA taken together, so it was only natural that their DNA was combined.
Meta genes messed with the experiments, so when they found out about Wally's meta genes (they didn't look into what it did, they wanted to see if they could create a daughter out of Wally and Dick's DNA) they took out the meta genes. This experiment, unlike all of the other ones, succeeded, and they kept Lydia with them.
She was only 2 months old when YJ busted the operation and took Lydia with them to find her parents.
Tim became protective of her when he realised that she was technically his niece.
He took Lydia (who was unnamed at that point in time) and the files that were kept on her to Dick and Wally. He explained everything to the couple, and they instantly decided that Lydia was theirs. Roxy met her too, and refused to let her little sister go anywhere else.
By the end of the week, Lydia Grayson-West was officially in the government's legal system thanks to Diana, Clark and Bruce, who all met her and fell in love with her just like they had with Roxy.
Lydia looks like Wally, with his freckles and red hair and green eyes, but she's more Dick personality wise than anything else. She's smart, like both of her parents, and as she grows older they discover that she has a love for gymnastics like Dick and Roxy did.
Roxy loves Lydia, and Lydia loves Roxy. They would hang out with Kori who was basically their aunt and they would have girls nights and Roxy would always give Lydia a piggyback ride if she asked.
They're a happy little family, and nothing could change that.
#dick grayson#wally west#nightwing#kid flash#birdflash#birdflash children#ocs#these girls are precious to me
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A lot of adults women behave like incels but less violent and more manipulative. They usually love the cringe romance movies where the main girl is average looking and not like the other girls and manage to make the badboy soft. Generally they hate hot girls bc they are jealous (see the way Skr stans talk abt Ino and feel victorious bc they "won" against her, the hot girl). Those women are full of insecurities, thats why Skr is so relatable.
The way Skr tries to not think about the fact Sske dont wanna spend time with her is the same way some irl women ignore that their husbands are cheating, and if they cant ignore it they will attack the other women but they will NEVER leave the guy. All their self worth is based on having a bf/husband.
Then there are some lesbian/bi women who stan her as an act of feminism. She is a female character who got what she wanted so its a win apparently. Fortunatly those ppl are minority bc as a queer woman and feminist, it is very embarrassing to read those takes. I'm all for uplifting women and for them to get everything they desire but not at the expense of non sexist men. Plus, Skr dont even look so happy at the end of the day. So is it really a win for her and women?
Yeah that makes sense. But it's sad isn't it? Because even trying to have a dialogue with them isn't helpful. There's no point having it if they aren't ready to be receptive to it.
Sakura really sees no contradiction between what she says and what she does.
And yet...
Lol. Till only two days ago, she was found styling her hair in the middle of chuunin exams, all skinned knees and having suffered minor injuries, while her team mates were working. She let her hair grow in the first place because she thought Sasuke liked it. Lol.
What impression can it possibly give to the reader? Kishi had to stress on it too, with another character this time.
Why would Kishi stress so much on Sakura and her obsession with her hair, just to make her say something totally hypocritical five chapters down? Lol. Kishi is very clever about writing his characters act according to the character traits given to them. Like for example, the panel below, Kakashi acts according to his character (where he has a blindspot for Sakura's negative shades) thinks Sakura is not the type to brag when she is actually exactly the type to brag.
Lol, Sakura's whole personality is about being obsessive for Sasuke which in turn makes her violently jealous of Naruto and Ino. She beats Naruto up regularly for no apparent reason and harasses Ino, even though that girl did nothing but try to help her. And she brags, it's the only thing she does properly. Lol.
And yet, she is always bragging, showing off. From start to end.
And I am positive I am missing some panels here lol. She is always looking for external validation. She revels in it. While external validation itself is not a bad thing, since humans need some amount of external validation to measure their abilities, and Naruto does it too, but for him, it's rooted in his quest for acknowledgement and acceptance, so he could make friends and not be ostracized from community. Sakura does it because of her ego. While Naruto has his principles rooted in his belief systems, his emotions and his dream that egg him on to do better, Sakura finds her motivation in the desire to show off and impress people, mostly Sasuke.
She disrespects Ino, Tsunade, and she fights Kaguya while she says this?
Girl, why are you so embarrassing? If you wanna attack her, just do it. Why even mention her being a woman? She wasn't mocking you, she barely even noticed you. You aren't worthy enough for her to notice.
Lol. And things she says about being a woman are just so cringe lol.
No one underestimates her because she is a girl, in fact Kakashi coddles her because she is a girl. She is underestimated because despite training, she is just weak and unskilled, as compared to her cohorts. And if she is skillful, we don't see it in the same proportion measured against the way she talks about herself. Tsunade never had to sing about her being a woman and yet people are bloody scared of her strength. Temari never had to mention it, neither did Kushina. Chiyo certainly briefly talks about how women always get the short end of the stick in their male driven society, but she not only belongs to a much older generation that has seen a hell lot, she is a master puppeteer and a superior warrior in her own right, she has earned it.
It would have been fine if only Sakura had actually consistently kept her word, proven herself through actions and not just empty words. Because when she doesn't, it reduces the value of those words. I don't know if she really meant it when she said women were fickle. Who? Tsunade? Kushina? Chiyo? Temari? Nope, they didn't give any such impression.
She constantly condescends to Naruto despite him having proved himself to be skillful, strong, the one who wins team seven several battles while she stands in a corner shaking and sweating. Thing is, she realises she makes mistakes. She acknowledges Naruto's strength as well, but she doesn't do anything to change. The whole point of a realization is to work on it and correct your behaviour. She is condescending towards Naruto till the end. Konohamaru takes her down a peg when she is being disparaging towards him and Naruto when they are doing the oiroke jutsu contest. She even hits Konohamaru, and he gets pissed off. So he makes a reverse oiroke jutsu just to show her true face, and that face has a streak of blood trickling down her nose lol. But when Naruto uses it against Kaguya, she again condescends to him. Narusakus are kinda embarrassing tbh, Sakura doesn't get Naruto. She thinks she does but she doesn't. She thinks she gets Sasuke but she obviously doesn't. And yet, she makes her 'strategies' in kage arc around her knowledge of Naruto and fake confesses to him. Naruto rejects her. Lol. She goes to Sasuke and tries to kill him (with a kunai...) by tricking him, only to be attacked, twice. Even when she drugs her cohorts before going to Sasuke, they clock her real plan. Lol.
She overestimates herself, even though it's clear that if she only thought things through, she would be much more successful. She is really blind to her own shortcomings even though she tries but remains unsuccessful, which is even sadder.
She does know Sasuke doesn't wanna spend time with her, she also gets a sense that she will always be much lesser than Naruto in Sasuke's eyes, she knows but she doesn't care. Even if it means long term misery for everyone involved.
Yes, I am sure some women find her character relatable. But relatable doesn't mean everything. I relate to Sasuke and I am very wary of establishing emotional connections but I know it's not something ideal or healthy. Connection is what people thrive on. If I ever started to relate with Sakura, I would really be compelled to take a hard look at myself. Lol.
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Exploring Adaptation and Bridgerton
There comes a point where a girl can't deny she has engaged in a fandom. It probably is well before you start writing fic (you can find The Polin Fic on Ao3), but y'know, here we are. Let's talk Bridgerton.
Ok, couple things right off the top.
We are not dealing with either The Duke and I or S1 of Bridgerton on Netflix. We are not dealing with *THAT* scene and it's complete disregard for consent. Find that somewhere else on the internet, it's a big place.
We are literally only talking about The Viscount Who Loved Me and Romancing Mr. Bridgerton. They're the only books I've read, and at this point they're the only books in this series I care to read. That means we'll also chat about S2 of Netflix's Bridgerton.
Ok, with the ground rules established, let's jump on in!
I think the reasonable place to start here is with Kate. I watched Bridgerton the Netflix series before reading The Viscount Who Loved Me, and Kates Sheffield and Sharma are objectively not the same woman. They wouldn't even LIKE each other. Kate Sharma is self-assured, confident, driven, and quite frankly, a force of nature when she wants to be. Kate Sharma understands that not only is she a grown ass woman but also that if she does not get in gear and go for her goals, they ain't happening. You guys, I freaking love Kate Sharma.
By contrast, Kate Sheffield is a blond, blue-eyed, infantilized debutante with some serious unresolved PTSD. I was not at all sorry to see that Shondaland did away with THAT library scene and THAT bee sting scene. I think that the show did both of them way better, and I will never be mad when an adaptation takes an adult female character and lets her ACT like an adult. I also appreciated the shift from creepy Anthony trying to *checks notes* suck the venom out of the bee sting to a full-blown panic attack. It subverted a highly gendered trope and put both Kate and Anthony on a much more even and human footing. It was also--and I cannot stress this enough--so much LESS CREEPY than the book scene. Anthony describing what he was doing in detail while the reader is told but not shown that he's panicky left several different flavors of bad taste in my mouth. Kate Sharma showing actual dimensionality in her strength in the show in this scene as Anthony goes fully nonverbal is objectively a stronger scene that does far more to develop the characters.
Generally speaking, Anthony Bridgerton is Anthony Bridgerton in both the show and the book, with maybe some of the high-and-mighty, self-righteous edges sanded off for the show. He's a regency era Viscount, there's not a whole lot you can do with him in adaptation. Show Anthony is my preference because he has some of the high-handedness sanded off, and because Jonathan Bailey is extremely nice to look at. I don't even hate the S1 (*gasp* she mentioned Bruno!) sideburns and hair, they had a very 1995 Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy vibe that I was willing to lean into. I honestly don't have a whole lot else to say about Anthony, so let's move on and hope that maybe we get an S3 release date before I get to the end of this post.
I actually thoroughly enjoyed the fluffy confection that is Romancing Mr. Bridgerton, which makes it much harder to talk about than The Viscount Who Loved Me. I suppose the biggest difference between the book and what the show is setting up for Polin is in the stakes. The book stakes are arguably extremely low; the consequences for being Lady Whistledown in the book are essentially a round of polite applause and some deep-seated rage that Cressida freaking Cowper would dare to take credit for Penelope's work. And frankly, I was 100% with Penelope on that one. The show cannot possibly roll with that ending (or if they do, they're going to disappoint everyone) because Penelope has pissed off a reigning monarch, and that has, historically, gone poorly. So I think the show is setting up to give Colin real, concrete reasons to be pissed as hell when it comes out that Penelope is Whistledown, and to actually make the pair work for their romance. And for all I enjoyed the fluff in the book, I am a sucker for multiple layers of increasingly high stakes and I hope the show really goes ham on the payoff for this setup. Frankly, I want Colin to be absolutely furious with Penelope and still ready to sneak her out of England if the Queen decides that Lady Whistledown is too dangerous to leave at liberty.
In terms of how Colin himself changes in the show, I'm fairly cool with the "I am a bottomless pit where is the food" aspect of Colin's character being quietly left behind. I think we can do more interesting things with our male characters than that. However, like many of the people who have both read the book and kept up with the show, I am WORRIED about how much Colin's writing has been downplayed. Yes, he and Penelope have a correspondence, and clearly they mean a lot to each other, but writing letters does not necissarily set up Colin's journals and the writing relationship that the two develop in the book. It's so, so wildly uncommon for game to recognize game and form a partnership of equals in skill in regency romance novels, and that was one of the things I loved about Romancing Mr. Bridgerton. I also loved that Colin, not Penelope, was the less experienced newbie of the writing partnership.
Not that the book didn't complicate this issue, because Julia Quinn didn't hesitate for a millisecond to slot Penelope into the historical role of "uncredited, unpaid, and historically unknown editor and 80% of the reason that history remembers the husband who's name is on the cover of the book." And that SUCKS for Penelope.
That takes me really smoothly into the thing that I love most about what Nicola Coughlan brings to Penelope in the show. She has an edge, a little more willingness to take risks, and that really makes me believe that the Penelope of the show could be behind the edgier, sharper, WAY riskier Whistledown. I am excited to see what they do with Polin in S3!
#julia quinn#bridgerton#bridgerton netflix#penelope featherington#penelope bridgerton#colin bridgerton#anthony bridgerton#kate sharma#kate sheffield#polin#kanthony#bridgerton season 2#the viscount who loved me#romancing mister bridgerton#romancing mr. bridgerton#book recommendations#books & libraries#books and reading#regency romance
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What makes you think conservative lawmakers give a shit what radical feminists think? They’re not consulting us or following our lead, they have their own agenda. it’s not the fault of a small + highly unpopular group of feminists that conservatives are… continuing to be conservative. You’re reinforcing the first rule of misogyny: “women are responsible for what men do”
I'm not saying you're solely responsible, I'm saying you're helping fuel the moral panic about it, and propping up people fuelling these moral panics.
Like, you know all those t-shirts that say "woman: adult human female" you know who made them? Posie Parker who was an actual Trump sympathizer. A big Spanish radfem organization that claims to fight against "the erasure of women" repeats QAnon "this is the fault of George Soros" antisemitic conspiracies. Radfems were on Fox News. WOLF members took money from right wing conservative organizations (and did not say a peep through their official channels when Roe was struck down). LGB Alliance also worked with conservatives. Radfems in Italy fought against the Zan law just because it would give some more protections to trans people, completely not caring about all the protections it would also give to LGBT people, in a country that's severely lacking in LGBT compared to the rest of Europe. Same thing happened last year in Japan.
For years now, there's been conservatives in online radfem/GC circles just hanging there and agreeing and repeating those points and participating.
And there was no criticism of this from the great majority of mainstream radfems and "gender critical" people (because radfems are too transphobic to care and gender criticals and these conservatives are the same people), but at some point when it's getting this big and this blatant you need to look within yourself and stop with that: "radfems are too small a group for conservatives to care what we say" because i know that helps you sleep at night, but they're still using some of your arguments to "protect women, stop erasing women" and you as a meat shield all while feeding your movement conservative points and fear mongering tactics which you are too happy to repeat because the funding and the attention is good.
And you will start to see all of this once you start trying to push against this and you're met with a brick wall of "this never happens!" you criticize liberal feminists and the trans rights movement for group think and cult like strategies but you do the same.
Like do me a favor and look over at the whole RF/GC scene on Twitter (aka the more mainstream version bc no one is on Tumblr) and just examine with a critical eye who all these people are, who they're retweeting, what they're saying and why. You'll find conservative ties after conservative ties after conservative ties.
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ppl who said Ryan was "too old" are about to be proved wrong by that box office $$$$$ he's about to rake in. he's hilarious and perfect for this role. and also gorgeous??? A TRUE BEAUTY KEN. "I saw a ken face down in the mud and texted Greta a pic with I must tell this man's tale" xD
also there's never a person (until RECENTLY) saying the female actors aren't cast old enough (I'm not taking about Margo). The viral moment a little while ago was when Emmy Rossum was cast as Tom Holland's mom (and it's only because it's Tom hype it was noticed, I love him but still this has been happening since cinema has existed) she's only ten years older than him. That just happened in a Jessica Chastain movie like two years ago and no one said anything. My neices were watching a utube soap and I kid you not the "mom" was the SAME AGE. It's every movie; every show. I'm so happy Halle was cast as Ariel - appropriate age!!!
I understand productions cast older teens/young adults rather than kids because then they can cut corners with union rights/demands like kids needing more breaks and parents on sets and like... basic human decency. also shows like R!verdale have teens sleeping together every weeek and sexy shots yada yada that actual teens WOULD NOT be permitted to do in filming (thank god they have intimacy coordinators now FINALLY). I forget who pointed it out, but you never see a news woman with grey hair. On a man it's distinguished on a woman it's ugly or she's a crone. I'll watch movies where they cast a 30 something woman and make her 50 by graying her hair. Like wtf?
Anytime I'm watching a high school scene with a friend I say "none of those people are high schoolers".
I'm an actor who's repeatedly told I AM LUCKY MY FACE LOOKS YOUNGER THAN I AM. This is going to last me about what 3 years? 2? I was just basically let go from a gig because FB feedback on photos were I looked "too old" for a character and it was because our boss was casting TEENAGERS illegally so yeah, of course I'm going to look about 80 years old (at 31) next to a 13 year old. She said "we're going to cast you as older roles" yeah we NEVER get requests for those. I wonder why.
Okay, sorry for the rant... These reasons are why I'm so happy for Ryan. Prove the haters wrong and hopefully more light is shed on this too old/too young/ageism issue as a whole.
Perfect moments and the movie hasn't even come out:
THE JUST KEN SONG I DIDN'T KNOW WOULD HAPPEN JUST DROPPED?!
He thought of the KEN underwear!!
he's not afraid to poke fun at himself, wear pink a whole movie and funny outfits and dye his hair - so many "action movie" macho men actors would NEVER. this is the same guy from Blade Runner, Drive, The Gray Man (lol for their shoutout to his Ken)
the tassel shaking, "I'll need clicky pen", the changing scenery and outfits montage, rock paper scissors, crossing his fingers when he asks barbie if he can come over xD EVERY MOMENT IS PERFECT.
yeah, sadly ageism is always gonna be a thing with hollywood and especially for women.
i don’t care how old ryan is, he is PERFECT in this role and that’s just judging from the few clips and trailers released. i love seeing all the early reviews saying this will be the role he is remembered for and he steals every scene he’s in 👏👏👏 i’m so excited to see the movie, especially for ryan !!!
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"Radical feminism is a fascist movement!"
Fascism, while hard to define, boils down to a far-right ideology with an extra emphasis on nationalism. It espouses dictatorships and an autocracy, the eradication of individual goals, needs, and interests for the nation/state, a belief in an inherent social hierarchy (e.g. anti-Semitism, patriarchy, racism), and a dirigiste economy.
As neither radical feminists nor TRAs are particularly able to establish this kind of government nor are they inclined to, this is not a reasonable comparison to make. However, TRAs are particularly fond of calling women on the Internet fascists - so I am more than willing to humor them.
Let's compare the TRA movement to fascism as per these common features identified and defined by Umberto Eco, taken from his essay Ur-Fascism.
1. The cult of tradition
Gender roles are established fiercely: that men are masculine and women are feminine. A woman, defined by TRAs, is a person with a womanly essence within them, who performs femininity and enjoys makeup, dresses, as well as heels.
Women who do not conform are often treated as trans - they have their pronouns questioned even though they are blatantly female, because a woman not appearing as feminine surely must mean that she is not a woman - which is not a polite thing to do as many TRAs think it to be. It is an insult. It is as if saying that a woman is not a woman because she does not look like what a woman is supposed to look like. It is classic misogyny.
A woman is a woman because she is an adult human female, that is, she is of the sex that produces or has the potential to produce ova. There is no list of requirements that a woman has to fulfill, in order to be a woman, other than being an adult human female.
Trans identified males, so-called trans "women", only enforce gender roles with their talk of artificial/supplemental estrogen making them "dumber", how wearing skirts and lingerie is the epitome of womanhood, and that a vaginal canal is simply a wound carved in the male body.
Calling the results of a penile inversion a "neo-vagina" is an insult to the female organ. The vaginal canal is not a rotting mess that accumulates feces, mucus, bacteria, and hair. It is self-cleaning and acidic enough to bleach fabric, and certainly enough to rid itself of harmful bacteria. It does not need to be dilated every day in order to prevent the body from healing the damage. The two are not comparable.
By perpetuating the myth that women are simply modified men, TRAs are also perpetuating the myth of gender - and subsequently gender roles - the very thing they claim to destroy with their ideology. It is a dissonance for them to hear that their ideology is an ideology, because many of them are brainwashed or simply delusional, and so they are especially susceptible to broadcasting their belief without critical thinking or, really, thinking at all. As gender roles and the patriarchy has been around for as long as males have been around, this fits the criterion of "cult of tradition" very well.
2. The rejection of modernism
The abolition of gender roles has been staunchly opposed for as long as it has been worked on. Referring back to the first point, equality between the sexes is modern compared to the millennia that men have spent oppressing, disenfranchising, hegemonising, and persecuting women for the crime of being women.
This is seen as immoral and - simply - bad, as all feminist movements have been perceived and treated as. TRAs have now stepped up to the mantle of opposing women the way plain old men, without the autogynephilia, had, against the suffragettes.
3. The cult of action for action's sake
When the TRA movement is observed, a lack of thinking can be spotted quite easily - especially by a keen eye. This is caused both by the fact that a large amount of this movement consists of children and naïve young adults, and also by the fact that men largely do not engage in rational thought.
Protests are thoughtless and often aimless, such as leaving urine in bottles and urinating everywhere in one particular incident. They also prefer to fight for non-existent problems and erode other people's rights in the process, such as female bathrooms being replaced with "gender-neutral" bathrooms and the men's bathrooms being untouched.
There is a history to the sex segregation of public bathrooms, and that is because women's needs were not considered in public places, and bathrooms used to be single sex: for males. They could not use these facilities because they would get assaulted or worse, and women frequently suffered from UTIs or incontinence due to this inhumane treatment. Removing female bathrooms is the start of reviving this tradition of blatant misogyny, and undoing the fight our foremothers fought and won - along with the rampant denial of reality.
Misogyny is well and alive because our culture has not dismantled the patriarchy yet, and so every impulsive or idiotic TRA act is shaped by, driven by, encouraged by, and benefits men, without the majority of the TRA movement even noticing.
4. Disagreement is treason
The most blatant example. In the heydays of dyscourse (dysphoria discourse, where the terms "tucute" and "transmed" were widely used), discussion was at least still somewhat encouraged, though radical feminists have always been demonized and silenced throughout history. Civil discussions of the TRA movement were not an immediate ticket to being branded a bigot, and while it was not particularly productive, differences in opinion was not as widely persecuted as it is now.
Questioning something about the TRA movement these days gets a person harassed and insulted, even in good faith. The entitlement of TRAs lead them to act in uncouth ways towards well-meaning people, and still they demand subservience, because an unfounded accusation of "transphobia" can ruin a life nowadays - and that accusation can stem from anywhere between refusing to use neopronouns or outright violence, usually not even transphobic violence. It is too wide a term to have such weight.
You are expected to blindly follow and have faith in the TRA movement without question - lest your life is ruined and you are yelled at for daring to think - even ridiculous parts must be regarded as acceptable. You must follow their worldview, faith, and religion, and alter your own worldview and map of reality to be in accordance with the one deemed acceptable by the TRA movement.
Reprogramming your pattern recognition to ignore secondary sex characteristics, and to feed into the delusions of TRAs better, is not only a prerequisite of the foundations - only foundations, beginnings - of being a "good ally", it is also a prerequisite of what makes you a "good person". Morality is now defined by whether or not you submit to the whims and constantly-moving goalposts of the TRA movement, and agree with them.
5. Fear of difference
Similar to the previous feature, anyone who disagrees or does not hold the beliefs deemed acceptable by the TRA movement is shunned and feared. For example: Buck Angel and Blaire White, two very prominent trans people, are often demonized and called bigoted, despite being extremely pro-trans.
There is also the slightly amusing trend of the extreme lengths that the younger, female crowd of the TRA movement goes to in order to be unique (e.g. adopting strange names, microlabels, neopronouns, and even psychiatric disorders), and ending up a monolith of appropriation and crude opinions combined with the most embarrassing time of one's youth. They fear being different the same way they crave it. It is a rather strange contradiction, but those are common in TRA circles.
6. Appeal to social frustration
One of the things that the TRA movement has done successfully is indoctrinating young women and girls into their ideology in the guise of feminism and social justice.
True feminism - i.e. radical feminism - is frowned upon and seen as too, well, radical, and TRA-brand activism is just socially acceptable enough that the cage of the patriarchy looks gilded and shiny. Women and girls experience our oppression, and recognize it as oppression; and when given the chance to do something about it in a safe manner, even without actually making any progress, most would likely accept.
It is not cowardice that I am describing necessarily, but fear. I do not blame women and girls for not wanting to partake in socially unacceptable behaviors and campaigning for their rights, when women's rights are seen as socially unacceptable, because conformity is safe, and in some ways, more comfortable, in the same way a jail cell is comfortable because it is familiar. It is not true comfort. Being chained to a wall and allowed to wander for as far as the chain will allow is not freedom, either - and this kind of faux-freedom is what the TRA movement is offering to people.
7. The obsession with a plot
TRAs always feel under attack, and they say as such. There are always people who are "transphobic" when they state realities - such as J.K. Rowling's initial statement, which was that she acknowledged biological sex whilst still supporting trans people.
Even acknowledging a simple reality is offensive. There is always a nefarious reason behind every single statement that goes against their beliefs, and there is always a nefarious group of the "other" that are covertly taking away rights or killing people.
Trans people are often murdered or assaulted due to homophobia or misogyny. There is no "transphobic violence", because TIMs are identified as homosexual males and TIFs are identified as homosexual females by anyone assaulting them. This risk is increased if they are prostituted. As an addendum, men are in the overwhelming majority of people that assault trans people.
8. The enemy is both weak and strong
Radical feminists are literally killing trans people, but radical feminists are also NEETs on the Internet who don't participate in real life activism scenes at all, and J.K. Rowling is only running her mouth on Twitter, but J.K. Rowling is also single-handedly removing trans people's rights, and the US Govt. is putting laws in place that are bad for trans people, but they're also ineffective... et cetera.
9. Pacifism is trafficking with the enemy
TRAs condemn holding a neutral stance towards radical feminists. It is always black or white, bad or good, and even agreeing with one post by someone branded a radical feminist on Tumblr is enough to send a barrage of anonymous messages towards someone - for the crime of agreeing with someone who is the enemy, even unknowingly. There is no middle ground. It is disallowed.
The Shinigami Eyes extension (made by an alleged rapist, by the way) is a particularly blatant example of this kind of extremism. All posts by potential radical feminists and "transphobes" must be avoided at all costs - or else, you are also "transphobic" by association.
10. Contempt for the weak
Again, TRAs are expected to always have reactionary and violent responses at the ready to be aimed at any radical feminist or "transphobe". Rape and death threats are amongst the most common, as are threats of assault, bodily harm, and doxxing. TRAs who do not act like this or have a moral aversion to these behaviors are often accused as sympathizers or encouraged to betray their morals, and to view radical feminists as subhuman.
Dehumanizing the enemy is an effective way to enact cruelty against them without feeling remorse.
11. Everybody is educated to become a hero
Any TRA can become a figurehead. This position falls mostly to males - although some women come close to it - spokespersons and advocates, Internet personalities, and such, are all considered "heroes". And there are many of them.
Dylan Mulvaney is a good example of this phenomenon. He went to the White House to speak for all trans people, TRAs, and especially TIMs; encouraging transition for children and representing the entire TRA movement to the president of one of the most powerful countries in the world. Regardless of your opinions on the USA - mine are absolutely negative - this is an irrefutable truth, and a truth I wish was not true.
The fact that a man pretending to be a woman for a few months is enough to buy him a ticket to the White House is utterly ridiculous, and it shows that anyone can potentially become him, and the males do, at the expense of themselves and others. The women? Well, they sacrifice themselves for the movement for a fraction of the glory the men get.
12. Machismo and weaponry
TIMs and AGPs are often middle-aged white males with children, a wife, a house in the suburbs, and guns. Feel free to scroll through every Reddit MtF selfie thread for five minutes to prove my point. They also commit a lot of violent crime such as rape, assault, and murder. I must admit, I have seen a post by a TRA comparing radical feminism to this very same list - and they omitted this point, conceding that nothing that radical feminists do can be twisted to fit. And yet this is, by far, the easiest point on this entire list for myself to talk about.
Men are - which is what TIMs are - prone to violence that is sexual and dominating in nature, because of the very nature of the patriarchy and the way it oppresses women.
When they started castrating themselves via synthetic estrogen and can no longer get an erection, the threats and violence both discussed and enacted freely against women (on the Internet, usually against the group of women for whom violence is encouraged; radical feminists) fit perfectly into the "ersatz phallic exercise" mentioned in the original Ur-Fascism essay.
We are also witnessing a new kind of machismo, the kind that still forces the penis onto every woman; genital "preference" discourse. Not desiring male genitalia is "transphobic" and TRAs have gone on witch hunts to harass, condemn, and threaten any woman who expresses such non-desire, let alone active repulsion.
It is a moral failing to not be attracted to the male body - or the mutilated male body, even - in a way that uses morality and guilt-tripping techniques alongside the threat of social ostracism.
13. Selective populism
Men want this to happen. Men have had this happen in their favor for the majority of human civilization. By association, TRAs also want this to happen, and so they push for it, such as with the aforementioned Mulvaney example. Women's voices are being drowned out by men skinwalking as women, and the TRA movement is encouraging this, as this is exactly what the patriarchy wants.
14. Newspeak
Catchy TikTok slang. Easily memorized mantras, such as "trans women are women." It is easy to spot if one knows what one is looking for, because it is so repetitive and brainless that it rings completely hollow - "punch a TERF" is also included in here, along with the word "TERF" itself. Terms like "TMA" and "TME" also count. Even Twitter's limited word count forces TRAs to crunch their thoughts and eliminate all nuance from their ideology in order to be able to fit it into one, snappy, viral Tweet.
As I have established, critical thinking is completely discouraged and regarded as a "transphobic" behavior - even if indirectly - and this then encourages the younger side of the TRA movement to abandon it entirely. This is an effective way to "limit the instruments for complex and critical reasoning", such as mentioned in the Ur-Fascism essay itself.
There is a commentary to be made about the new generation of Internet slang in general, but that deserves its own post - a post I cannot be bothered to make at the moment. Its problems are the most prominent with the TRA movement and its blatant disdain for any kind of freedom regarding freedom of speech and opinion; radical feminism is not hate speech, and painting it as bigotry with quick, short slogans akin to advertisements, is the reason why people are so opposed to radical feminism without even knowing what radical feminists stand for.
Which is our problem, and has always been our problem. TRAs refuse to understand radical feminism, its core tenets, the way radical feminists are very well acquainted with TRA talking points. They will not have people supporting the movement otherwise. The trans rights activist movement is simply illogical and oppressive.
TL;DR
Don't be fucking lazy, read the entire thing. Theory should be read and engaged with and not "consumed" only via snippets and short quotes.
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Some Like it Hot (1959)
Billy Wilder was a director who was always looking for the
limits of what the conservative Hollywood system allowed him, with
his cynical sense of humor, his often difficult subjects(alcoholism in The Lost Weekend, the shady side of the film industry in Sunset Boulevard) and his view on sex.
In a sense, sex was for Wilder the ultimate joke nature played on humanity : we all want it, we all walk continuously with our heads into a wall in our efforts to get it, but when push comes to shove it isn’t enough – once we've had it, we want more, and it’s then that people do stupid things.
For a nice illustration of that just watch Double Indemnity, Some Like It Hot is regularly called the best comedy of all time, and was a daring film in its own right before 1959 treatment of that topic.
Men who act and dress up like women was a risky starting point anyway, but what Wilder gives us here goes even further: characters who are interested in nothing else than in sex, who almost exclusively express themselves in ambiguous one-liners.
Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis play Jerry and Joe, two musicians who witness a settlement during Prohibition in 1929 by the Chicago mafia. The two run away and decide to dress up as women so they can hide in a female music group that will be playing in Florida for a few weeks. However In that band is singer Sugar Kane (Marilyn Monroe), who turns Joe's head while Jerry attracts the attention of a millionaire who hibernates in Florida (Joe E. Brown in a great supporting role).
And with that starts one of the very best screwball comedies. One of the characteristic features of that genre, is its daring humor, and no one can compete with Wilder in that aspect . Lemmon and Curtis dress up as women to escape from gangsters, that is their motivation – and that is immediately the only motivation that has nothing to do with sex.
The crime aspect serves as the motor for the film, but once both men put on their skirts and get on a train to Florida witha gang of female musicians, Wilder and his regulars have co-screenwriter, I.A.L. Diamond, just one more thing in mind. let in the way Lemmon indulges in his role as a woman: once he meets the ladies of the band, he is one of them. He starts gossiping with the girls, tells jokes with them – he amuses himself as a woman.
One of the best scenes takes place later, when the millionaire who has fallen in love with him, has made him a marriage proposal: 'I will marry him, then when finds out I'm a man, we’ll part soon, and I get the alimony money for the rest of my life!' That's how Billy Wilder looked at marriage to. Curtis, on the other hand, is only interested in Monroe and performs an elaborate song for her, by himself to pose as the heir to the Shell oil empire.
He imitates Cary Grant and tells Monroe that women leave him cold,
so of course she immediately tries to change that – Wilder would recycle that same gimmick by the way for Irma La Douce - Everything the characters do becomes motivated by sex or greed.
The nice thing about screwball movies, especially when you watch them now, is the way the filmmakers had to constantly play a game with the film committees: you weren't allowed to say and do as much at the time, so everything had to be suggested.
There were still limitations, and if you watch Some Like It Hot,
you constantly get the impression that you are looking at the work of naughty
children who have found a way to be very naughty without the adults being able to say anything about it.
Listen to those dialogues: Tony Curtis transports Marilyn Monroe in a
motorboat, but doesn’t know how it works and only gets it into reverse: "This may take a bit longer,” he apologizes to MM. Her answer: 'It's not how
long it takes, it's who's taking you.' I can imagine the faces of Wilder and Diamond when the censorship committees of the time heard that line of dialogue, ‘What? Did we say something wrong maybe? We don't know anything.’
And then there's Monroe herself, who’s only seen in clothes that barely
leave anything to the imagination. In the scene where she sings I Wanna Be Loved By You,Wilder uses the spotlight almost as a décolleté – she wears a
dress, but because of its color it fades into the black and white of the
film barely distinguishable from her skin, and the way the light is used underlines that fact. Elsewhere in the movie we see her in a nightgown and a swimsuit – as long as it’s revealing.
The comedic set pieces in Some Like It Hot are magnificent. One
characteristic of modern comedies is that they are very fast, scenes
hardly get the chance to develop because, they have to get to the punch line so fast. It's hard to find sequences in a comedy that takes longer than five minutes.
But in Some Like It Hot and also other screwball fillms, situations are sometimes endlessly milked for comic effect. The party on the train, for example, lasts a good ten minutes. How long have Curtis and Lemmon been on the run from the gangsters by the end of the film? As a result, all nuances between the characters, all the details within a scene, can be fully developed. And the pace doesn't suffer either, because the dialogues are debited so quickly.
Monroe was announced as the star of the film in '59, but it’s
are Curtis and Lemmon who really make the film swing – the comedic
timing between the two is remarkable, and at least of the level
that Lemmon would often reach afterwards with Walter Matthau.
Note the scene where Lemmon is playing with the castanets after a night out with his millionaire. Curtis: 'Why should a man want to marry another man?” Lemmon pauses for a second to think about it, "Just to be safe." That's the kind of
verbal humor that you can practically put a metronome on,
tick-tak, over and over again. Change the timing with a few seconds and the effect is reduced.
Some Like It Hot is a triumph of funny perverts over the
chastity belt of good taste, a textbook example of technically excellent writing and includes some of the best comedic acting the world has ever seen. timeless class.
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Why Mick? That's easy to answer. Because he portrays himself as the perfect guy, he doesn't give us anything to criticize him for, not because he's actually perfect - no one is, especially not a son of a millionare that lives in a bubble his whole life (no offense I love the Schumachers, but we all know they live in a different reality than we do, the privilege is outstanding) - but because he doesn't say or do much that isn't professional. He always give the answers you wanna hear. But nothing more. And then people have this illusion he's perfect, the perfect boyfriend, and who doesn't want be with someone like this? So they get curious, they wanna gain power, feel closer to him, so they stalk him. They aren't used to a public figure being so private, since nowadays everything gets dragged out in public (even relationships). And when they don't find anything, they start making stories up in their head to create drama. They probably don't even realize what they are doing, they truly believe their own lies. And they hold him to a standard that he can't keep up with, for example with women. They would like him to not breath near towards a woman, because they are jealous. And insecure. When he does, and of course he does, because he is a human being like the rest of us, even this is making them hate him (this is not a reach, people bullied him for taking pictures with female fans in the past) . Also all this and the romanticisation of his past, his trauma. It's the same with Charles, people are obsessed with peoples trauma, they use it to make up stories in their head that fit their narrative. Charles and Mick both get babied a lot by their fans and often people use their past to baby them and sympathize with them. Mick is the perfect candidate to get romanticized to a point where he becomes some kind of fictional character to many people, that's why people lose any sense of reality and forget these are real humans who make real mistakes and have a real life. People love nice and mysterious people, especially men, look at the kpop industry. Look how babied the idols are, look how much abuse they get for doing things that a normal adult does. Mick is also a victim of this culture. Sorry for the long text, I am thankful I found your blog and these asks today because I've been thinking about this for a while.
I honestly have nothing to add to this, you've summed it up perfectly!
No-one is perfect, especially not a private-schooled, heavily media trained millionaire. That doesn't mean anyone deserves hate.
Also don't apologise, I love having these conversations! Glad you found my blog too!
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