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monalisamonalisa · 2 years
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Hi! my name is Gabriela Vargas, I’m a Musicologist (in the making) and I’m doing an essay on the Female Gaze reflected in Hozier’s Lyrics. If anyone wanted to help me by answering a couple questions I would be really grateful,
if not, just answering on this post why do you like Hoziers lyrics would be more than enough.
Hope you have a good day 🥰
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feluart · 13 days
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I just need him to be happy thank you
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crowley1990 · 5 months
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It’s December so everyone put in the tags what your favourite book(s) you read this year is (are)
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gunsatthaphan · 8 months
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no matter what universe, he'll always be a mama's boy 🥺
(insp.)
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googleit-main · 2 months
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The shot??? The BUILDING SCORE IN THE BACK??? THE MONOLOGUE????
Only the second episode and I’m already bawling, they did not have to go so hard for this
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I have Crowley as my phone background (as one has) and someone standing near me noticed and asked me who that is. And after about two minutes of me explaining Crowley, the conversation went like this:
Person: "That sounds like a man written by a woman."
Me: "He isn't."
Person: "Really? I can't imagine him being written by a man."
Me: "Well, plot twist. He is written by two men."
Person: *error 404 brain not found*
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clambuoyance · 1 year
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[DC] doodled these two a lot this week
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purpleshadow-star · 6 months
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ratmans-notebooks · 6 days
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everyone listen to me right now. trans men & transmascs are targets of misogyny. crazy idea i know but when youre seen as a woman and/or shoved into the woman category people will be misogynistic to you. it is fuckign crazy the amount of posts ive been seeing syaing stuff like "trans men think theyre exempt from being mras cause the dr said they were a girl once" or "having a pussy doesnt mean you cant be sexist" and its like. YEAH OBVIOUSLY having a pussy doesnt mean you cant be sexist but jesus christ the presumption that trans men are unaffected by their asab or that theyve never ever experienced anything like misogyny is wilddd!! not to mention why are we still referring to transmascs by their (assumed) genitals. like its obviously vile to reduce transfems & trans women to their genitals but the same people who realize this seem to have no problem doing it to transmascs
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tomurakii · 6 months
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The worst part about the "mansplainer Gale truthers" is that it comes with a fundamental misunderstanding of what mansplaining is. To mansplain is to have a subconscious bias against women or queer people that makes a (cishet, white) man assume he knows better than someone else without evidence (or despite evidence to the contrary), and as such condescendingly over-explain common or industry-standard information to them. One of the formative essays on the topic, published in 'Men Explain Things To Me' by Rebecca Solnit, is about an anecdote wherein the author introduced herself as a writer to a man who then explained her own essay to her, while bulldozing any attempt by her and a female friend to reveal that she'd in fact written the book that he was pretending to be an expert on. The man listened to her introduce herself as a writer on a particular topic, and had so little respect for her intelligence that he thought he would explain the subject to someone that had just told him she was an expert, while he himself admitted to only ever reading the blurb of her book.
While Gale being condescending is to some degree a matter of interpretation, it is objectively true that he knows more than the player, regardless of class choice. He was an archmage and Mystra's chosen, if the player was anywhere near his level of expertise he would've known about them already, especially if they're a wizard (which is the only magic class that goes through formal educational institutions and could be expected to know the things he lore-dumps about). Beyond that, in most of his lore-dump scenes he is addressing the entire party, the only magic user of which (Shadowheart) is also an amnesiac. It's safe to say his assumption that he knows more about magic/magic history than the rest of you is both valid and accurate.
It isn't mainsplaining when literally one of the top 10 experts in a given field explains something to you, and misusing the term just invalidates people who actually experience and try to call out mansplaining. Mansplaining originated in an uneducated guy believing he had the right to explain a subject to a woman he knew to be an expert. Literally all Gale's done his entire life is study magic, let the man infodump.
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viviaj · 3 months
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a man who just wants you and needs you and would do anything for you (gone sexual)
// this is a self-insert.. it can be abt anyone u want ;3 !! but if u need some help: atsumu, kaeya, zoro, wriothesely, shoyo.. literally anyone that’s funny but also ;) KUROO
he’s been making you laugh all night. lighthearted conversation not slowing down, and countless attempts at getting you to roll your eyes at him. he looks good, too, like, casual good. black sweats and freshly washed hair.
he’s sitting on your bed, feet flat on the floor looking up at you as you go about your business. he’s a strange guy, he says something unfunny, yet its hard to not laugh. its cringey and genuinely stupid, yet comforting all the same.
you’ve been parading some new clothes on for yourself, styling pieces for him to nod and approve at. the way you move around is everything to him. he could just watch you, permanently. he wouldn’t need his phone, or a book or a computer. just you.
and that has him hard in his pants. just watching you do your thing, your glow from previously being out, with friends and at the shops— it didn’t matter.
“hey,”
“yeah?” you cheerily turn toward him, eager to keep conversation alive.
“come here,” his smile has you complicit, walking over to him, “wanna sit?”
you look down.
eyes fluttering between how hard he is and his eyes— at how fast this all changed. he’s so pretty and you just want to nod and nod and nod to him, that you’d do anything with him.
“yes, i do. yeah, okay. i don’t wanna hurt you, though, so—”
“here,” he interrupts you, guiding your hips down, “yeah, just like that,” the genuine smile on his face gives you courage.
neither of you dare to move once you’re fully sat, no one shifting or grinding, just resting on each other.
“do you feel what you do to me?” he almost laughs in exasperation. everything he says is so genuine, “i’m hard just thinking about you.” the honesty hurts.
the man underneath you is everything. he’s so sincere now that he’s not trying to make you laugh, not trying to make you roll your eyes at the stupid things he says. he doesn’t have to work for your attention.
“can i move?” you whisper, his cock so painfully there. your eyes don’t move from his.
“yeah, just— shit,” he hisses, “fuck. slowly. just rock back and forth a little.”
and it’s so easy. it’s so easy and he’s looking right at you and he’s telling you how good it feels, and god, don’t you know how long he’s wanted this for?
“is this okay? i mean, does it feel good? am i doing—”
“perfect,” he reaches a hand up to the back of your head, “it’s perfect.” his large hand pulls your head down to his, face to face with what you’re doing, who you’re doing.
he looks down at your lips, breaking the unbreakable eye contact you’d had so far, and presses his lips against yours. your hips stutter here and there, unused to the motion, but desperate to keep it there.
“let me take care of you.”
you nod.
his hands are polite on your hips, firm in how he handles you. he slides himself to the head of the bed, patting right between his open legs.
“saved you a spot,” he grins. and you remember this is the same man from an hour ago. you roll your eyes, yet sit right there, your back pressed to his chest, “this okay?” he says with his hands so close to your waistband. you nod again.
“you’re very compliant with me.” he says, and there’s nothing— no words, that could justify that. because he’s right, “i almost expected you to laugh at me more.” his slender fingers dip beneath your clothes, and he’s kind of an asshole, but he’s touching you so nicely.
“oh,” you grab onto his wrist, “feels good,” he nods against your skin.
his other hand just wants to feel you. the outside of your neck, the crease in your elbow. the curve of your ear, the shape of your breasts.
it’s obsessive.
your head drops onto his shoulder, your eyes turning to meet his and you realise he’s been looking at you this whole time. you avert your eyes, a slight red brushing your cheeks.
he’s still looking at you with a slight smile on his face. “you shy?”
“a little,” you reply for integrity’s sake.
he absolutely beams.
all the while you can feel him right against your back. he’s right there. just playing with you, hooked on every whimper and moan and twitch he can get from you.
“i’ve been waiting so long for you, you have no idea.” his sincerity is overwhelming and so are his fingers.
you nod. because that’s all you can do. “another, another. please.” you pant towards him.
“another what? tell me what you want.” he’s smiling, you can feel it.
“finger. please. can i, please?” oh, he melts. your voice softening for him and your body tense against his cock, he feels like he’s going to cum in his pants. he might.
“of course. whatever you want.” his free hand glides against your jaw, fingers grazing the side of your neck. he needs to kiss it, and bite it and leave something there. maybe as proof that this is real, that he has you how he wants you. feeling good.
so he does, he laps at your neck slowly. his fingers don’t stop fingering you, but he raises his thumb to rub at you. and that has you really going. twitching back into him, jumpy moans and sweet noises coming from you, uncontrollably it seems. your hand goes to cover your mouth.
“don’t ruin a good thing, baby. move your hand. let me hear you.”
“it’s embarrassing,” you stutter out.
he grins again, teeth grazing your neck. “i know. it’s okay.”
and it’s when you cum, with hips bucking and hand gripped onto his wrist, that he doesn’t stop.
tears well up in your eyes, “i came. i came, i came,” you chant, maybe he didn’t notice, maybe he didn’t realise.
“i know.” there’s no emotion in his voice, he’s so concentrated, so invested in what he can get out of you. what sounds, what actions, the way you move. it’s like he’s on a timer, he only has so much of it with you and he needs to milk it to its fullest.
“it’s sensitive, please. it’s too much,” tears well up in your eyes.
“you gonna cry?”
you nod against him.
“i’m sorry,” he presses his lips to where he’s bitten your neck, “brave girl. tough it out.”
what he says leaves you with no choice. something clicks in your head and you nod over and over again.
you whine and cry, blubbering words and sentences that don’t make sense. sensing that you’re going to cum again, you push against his fingers.
“don’t. stay still.”
“i can’t,” you whine, “i can’t again.”
“you can.” he smiles. he smiles and smiles and all you can do is twitch and cry out.
and when you cum for him again, pleasure overwhelming every part of you, he flips you onto your back, strong hands gently laying you back.
“my turn,” his grin melts as he presses the head of his cock into you. he preens at the feeling of you hugging him, “oh fuck. feels perfect. you’re perfect.”
your eyes scrunch closed, blubbering like someone who’s forgotten speech.
he’s sliding in and out of you, wanting to feel every single centimetre of himself in you. it’s heaven and he can’t believe that this will have to end.
your head starts to hit the soft headboard, tears still pilled up from the overstimulation on your body.
and then it just stops. he pulls out of you.
“back to you baby,” his hands slide against you once more, and you know it’s going to end with you sobbing against him.
a fun night.
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dawnbreakersgaze · 1 month
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I just had my husband watch Ebb and Flow, these are his notes-
"So he's grump because he's sick?"
"Is he always that whiny"?
"Yes, but this is Advanced Whiny because he's sick."
"Oh. Got it."
"You like him because he's a bottom don't you?"
"If he's so weak how is he just grabbing her like that hMmmm? She's into it?"
"Oh she's DEFINITELY into it."
"OHHH she's a Domme. This makes so much more sense now. Oh shit he called her master. No wonder you like this." *looks at me with extreme side eye*
"Wait so she's not into it? This girl is sending mixed signals. He's obviously DTF."
"The fandom interpretation is that he's 'in heat' here."
"I mean... *obviously flustered* yeah. Yeah."
"Okay but wait she's just feeling him up again? And he's just what, rubbing himself all over her? This is the horniest man."
"I know that look. I've been that look. She can't think he's just sick. He just invited her to a few rounds of free use come on."
"This is painful why are you enjoying this. This man is suffering from dick atrophy he's clearly crying for help."
"Oh his voice changed? He doesn't sound sick anymore? So it was an act? He was playin? He was down so bad he was willing to go the pathetic man route? Oof."
*giggling watching him go through the confusion here*
"After all that all he did was nap?? He was so hard for her and all he did was nap?! I guess he really was sick. Damn."
Lmao the insight 🤣
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feelingthedisaster · 2 months
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"aftg is badly written" did we read the same books? did the intrincate chess methaphors were too hidden for you to realized them? did the simplify version of the characters used in jokes made you forget how complex they are? were the awesome quotes too forgetable? have you ever thought about the interpersonal relationships between the characters? how well written they are that psychologist would have a field day with it? did the unconventional plot structure felt different? bc it is and thats probably one of reasons why the books are so amazing but thats a different post
is aftg badly written or did you not like the writing style and/or was the plot too "insane"? if you like, there is a lot of media that could be named with the same level or even more insane plot than aftg
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batsydoodle · 3 months
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I wouldn't go as far as saying fanfiction rotted my brain but it certainly engraved ''truths'' deep enough in there that most times i consume official batman media with romance sprinkled in there i have a ''oh RIGHT! he's straight, i forgot about that'' moment. Like what do you mean Bruce isn't canonically bisexual?? Just look at him, that is the most Bi man I've ever seen! I'll accept repressed, but straight?! Unrealistic.
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summerblueringo · 3 months
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Kimi's hair <3
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y-rhywbeth2 · 5 months
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...I just found a guide on how a Bhaalspawn can become God of Murder in an old Dragon article! Disclaimer: You might need to kill Bhaal again first for this to work.
"First, [the Bhaalspawn] must bring about the death of a thousand innocents. It can do this through a variety of methods: unleashing a magical plague, using magic to destroy a city with an earthquake, awakening and then controlling an ancient dragon... the possibilities are endless. "Next, it must recover a piece of its father's mortal flesh; either from the body that lies within the Winding Water where Bhaal was killed during the Time of Troubles or else the body left in the Moonshae isles, where Bhaal's avatar was killed by King Tristran of the ffolk. "Finally, he must sit upon the Throne of the Gods and be judged by the overgod Ao. The Throne could be located in any number of inhospitable places: the Starpeaks in the High Forest, in the deepest regions of the Underdark, or somewhere on the Outer Planes." - Dragon #288
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Other fun stuff in there included the idea that Bhaal was very likely to direct his kids to fuck up Cyric's plans.
There was also a guide to the weird powers they will develop:
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Warning, having Bhaal as a father may cause you to exhibit two or more of the following side effects:
Addiction to homicide (Refusal to commit homicide will lead to your mind being eaten away until you turn into a ravening, feral animal.)
Your soul going to hell (well, Gehenna) when you're unconscious
Viscous black blood that attracts devils and demons like flies to honey
Poisonous blood! You can coat your weapons with it!
Turning into a divine murder monster
Getting so carried away with bloodlust you try to fight everything. Literally everything in reach, all at once.
Overwhelming homicidal rage when slightly inconvenienced
A steadily weakening sense of free will
Everybody around you immediately dislikes you because you give off Vibes.
A personality so bad it has charisma penalties
Nightmares so traumatic they actually impair your ability to function while awake
Detect evil spells will say you're evil and holy weapons and water will harm you. Even if you're not evil
Being fireproof, for some reason
Super strength
And more!
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