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#EXCUSE ME BUT THE NOSE™#Andrew Lincoln#*#andygifs#your bone structure my dude#shoutout to nigel and laura for giving their son his face#his n e c k#ouija board party at my house#bram stoker wants to talk#STUBBLE#why is his nose so beautiful#one day your lips will not make me want to bust through a wall like the koolaid man#but today is not that day#EYE CRINKLES#there's that urge to rub up against something like a cat
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Q: how do you draw torsos and legs? Some people say the hands are more difficult but for me it's those things, what tips would you give for those?
I also struggle with legs, way more than I ever struggled with hands. But, every problem has a solution. In this case: skeletons and naked people.
You can trace directly off of real life bodies, but a better practice is to draw your best copy of what you see, making your measuring and line confidence stronger💪
Yeah muscle anatomy is cool, but that’s a factor AFTER learning basic skeleton structuring. Having a 3D model of a skeleton that you can manipulate helps with figuring out how the skeleton moves with muscles, but you can typically see someone’s skeleton straight through their body depending on their weight and position. Below, you can see my simplified version of what I think his skeleton is doing. You need to understand how to build a strong base to create a proper body over it.
With enough studying of how the skeleton manipulates through the muscles, you can add your own skeleton to your drawing. Knowing each layer of biological anatomy, not just simple limb by limb drawing anatomy, brings much more weight and mass to your characters.
Lots of simple studies to figure out how the bone fits into the muscle so that you don’t have any limbs anatomically clipping over eachother and breaking form
For muscles, first off, just draw lots of naked people, second, use this lemon slice shape to show the weight of flesh, along with the tension of movement along the straight line of the shape. Watch all of this dudes video but specifically this one to understand more
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"David is very easy to fall in love with." - Michael Sheen
Hi. How are you? Good, I hope. Okay, so can we talk about just how fucking beautiful David Tennant is? And by “we” I mean “I” and by “talk” I mean “babble incoherently into the void”? Great! I’ll attempt to impose a bit of organization on this just to satisfy my pathological need to inflict structure on words (thanks college/job/brain), but I can’t promise much. Also, there will be A LOT of pictures and gifs. (you’re welcome?)
And this isn’t just because I am deep in the bottomless well of Good Omens fandom and that Crowley is basically the most breathtaking creature that has ever existed. Well, not just because of that.
*cue Aziraphale's "good lord" from 1793*
ANYWAY, like a lot of people, I became a fan of (i.e., fell deeply and irrevocably in love with) DT during his run as the 10th Doctor. He was young and bright and full of just about everything – joy, sorrow, wit – making him incredibly watchable. His look was also so charming: big bouncy rooster comb of hair, absurdly cheeky smile, expressive-as-fuck eyes and eyebrows, and a tall, lanky form that seemed to be made of rubber and the kind of granulated sugar that could only be found in candy from the 90s that are now banned in all first- and second-world countries.
So yeah, I was super into him and his Doctor’s adventures. And I continued to watch him in other projects and still swoon (looking at you, slutty Hamlet)
even at characters where that was not the desired reaction (fuck you, Kilgrave, you delicious monster).
I would also always become a bit (a lot) weak in the knees at his voice regardless of which accent he took on, though always preferring him doing any Scottish brogue because of fucking course.
youtube
Roll that tongue, you sexy beast.
But what I want to get into today is just how incredible he looks in the year of 2023.
He’s 52 years old and I am somehow even more attracted to him. Maybe it’s because I am myself older, and my tastes have matured alongside? I certainly do enjoy gray hair way more than I did 10 years ago.
He’s aged incredibly well, probably a combination of good genes and good health, and he’s clearly not clinging to the Hollywood idea of “youth”.
(insert obligatory grumble about the double standards of men being praised for aging and women being demonized…the potentially problematic nature of the term “aging well” in general…acknowledge this with my enlightened brain but ignore this with my slutty heart…fuck the patriarchy, etc. etc.)
He’s still tall and skinny, even gangly at times, all long arms and legs that can move in impossible directions with unfathomable grace.
His face is leaner, that incredible bone structure creating sharper edges that draw the eye. Speaking of the face, he’s got these creases on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes and mouth that are evidence of time spent well: smiling, laughing, living. Makes you want to trace your fingertips along each one.
Oh god that smile? Good lord. It’s weapons grade charm that can also be quite intimidating. Sweet, humble, silly, scary…full spectrum of options here! His shark smile is the definition of “irresistible” in my Dictionary of Delicious Dudes.
I am both proud of and grossed out by my own word choice.
Continuing with that face...the hawkish nose, the dimples you want to drown in, the big eyes, those motherfucking eyebrows...
I could seriously write a whole essay about those eyebrows, but I already give my therapist enough to worry about.
Oh those eyes. “Piercing” is a term usually reserved for blue eyes, but I would argue it applies to DT’s bottomless chocolate pools in that they slice through my heart every damn time.
Honorable mention does go to those Crowley snake eyes because they could have been distracting and diminishing to his overall look, but they absolutely are not.
Such a pretty shade of yellow.
Random tangent to swoon about his hands. For whatever reason, I like checking out a man’s hands, and DT’s got a set that drives me wild. I can’t even really explain why, but I just really like the way he articulates with them. Crowley is a perfect example, what with the miracle snaps, caressing globes, and holding whisky glasses. Yum.
Delicious demon digits
Fresh tangent: How does this fucker look good clean shaven, with stubble, and a goddamn beard? How is that allowed?
He's got a face that makes me wanna take up sculpting
Further, how is his fucking neck so hot? Like, seriously, show me the math. I can’t stop staring at it. And when it’s cloaked in a turtleneck? Please, sir, may I have some more?
Fuuuuuuuck
With no segue whatsoever, I am absolutely obsessed with his hair, across all contexts. Big, bold, blood-red Crowley coifs (especially in Season 2)? Check.
Proper gentleman side part? Check.
Side shave with cartoonishy springy 14th Doctor shock? Check.
Lockdown locks with and without headband? Check!
It’s a goddamn buffet of delicious options.
Oh damn speaking of that 14th Doctor look? Good fucking Christ on a buttery Ritz cracker. The whole DT collection is on display: the hair, the eyes, the bone structure, the smile, the clothes, and even the glasses!
To quote Pam on Archer, “I swear to god, you could drown a toddler in my panties right now! I mean, not that you would.”
Now that you (I) mention the clothes, I never cease to marvel at how he can wear pretty much anything and look amazing. Stripes, patterns, wild colors, etc. He just always looks…not exactly comfortable, but sort of at ease like the clothes were created with him in mind. And this goes across the spectrum of Casual to Costume to Promotional (e.g., interviews and premieres).
They are almost illegally cute together
We all know by now how ridiculously tight those Crowley pants are and how it influenced his signature serpentine swagger (thank you, Costume department, you’re the real heroes). That said, he and those slinky hips still looks so incredibly natural in them like they came from his actual closet.
Stupid sexy snek
And he pulls off the look of more ridiculous stuff like full Shakespearean costumes or that sad gray-hoodie-black-shorts-and-Wellington-boots combo from the first season of Staged. He somehow gives off the air of “whatever, they’re just clothes, man” while also looking like a damn model.
Georgia is a very lucky woman
Final thoughts: I know DT dislikes talking about how people think he’s so attractive because I’m sure it feels a bit icky if you just want to live your life and do your job. But my guy also clearly understands that he’s not some ghoul who has succeeded on incredible personality and acting chops alone. So, that said, maybe he'll forgive me for posting such a long, rambling, ode to him?
#david tennant#crowley#thank you for coming to my ted talk#really more of a david talk#i feel very normal about him#not at all feral or rabid#staged#doctor who#10th doctor#14th doctor#kilgrave#good omens gifs#good omens#good omens 2#gif warning#slinky hips#crowley's hair is like a separate character#both an appreciation AND an objectification#Youtube#i just really like hands ok#they grow them differently in Scotland#he's got hands that I want to touch and be touched by
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What Would Karma Do... when you get kidnapped on your school trip? / pt. 2
navi - masterlist
Karma Akabane x Reader
Mood Song: house of balloons / glass table girls
Summary: Remember the beloved Assassination Classroom anime? This is pretty much that, except you enter the picture of Karma's chaotic school year. Let's see just how compatible the two of you are.
Warnings: kidnapping, depictions of violence, cursing, kidnappers are pervs, this is my attempt at getting out of my writers block rut :')
"Nagisa! Sugino! Karma!"
The cries seemed to echo through the boy's minds as reality slowly seeped its way back to them. None of them seemed to remember what happened until they felt the sharp pain overcome their bodies from the attack.
All Karma could hear was the sound of your voice. Crying, whimpering, screaming his name in a desperate plea for him to help you, and yet he let you slip from his grasp.
Just like that.
Now all that was left for him to think about was what those thugs were doing to you, or where the hell they could have even taken you? For all he knew, the three of you could be dead by now and they couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
It seemed surreal that just earlier in the day you were cuddled up next to him on the train, your small hand enlaced with his own. Now who knew what those filthy pigs were doing with you.
As the other boys slowly rose from their weakened positions, they seemed to notice Karma's… sour mood, to say the least. The redhead’s breathing was ragged, his fists clenched in a furious tremble. Nagisa glanced over to Sugino who shared a concerned look, the two debating on how they should confront the ticking time bomb.
"Karma it's okay, we'll get them-"
Before Nagisa could finish his words of encouragement, a raged scream poured from Karma's lips before his fist collided with the wall beside him, the crack of bone against the brick structure echoing throughout the alleyway.
"DAMN IT!"
Both boys remained still after this, their hearts sinking at the sight of their normally confident friend being torn apart from the inside. Nagisa had never seen Karma so furious, usually he kept up his assured facade even in challenging situations.
"Are you doing okay Sugino?" Nagisa questioned, checking in on the less aggressive target first. After receiving a thumbs up, Nagisa sat up a bit more before shifting his gaze over to his troubled friend.
"Karma?"
Once his name was spoken, the redhead turned his head to the side, the sight sending chills through Nagisa's body. He was smiling.
"I think it's safe to assume those guys were pretty hardcore," Karma stated simply, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck slowly, "We could go to the cops, except those guys are the type who know their way around the system... which is fine."
Sugino and Nagisa both felt uneasy about Karma's sudden change in mood, his last words sounding awfully menacing, even for Karma. Before they could question it, the redhead finally looked up from behind his arm with the most ominous expression Nagisa had seen in awhile.
"Cause I'm the type who likes to handle these things personally, if you know what I mean."
Sure enough, both boys knew exactly what he meant. Karma wasn't the type who got beaten easily, so to be on the losing side of an attack like this most definitely put a damper on his ego. But then to go and take his friends and girlfriend? Nagisa could only imagine the unparalleled rage Karma was feeling.
"Okay dude..." Sugino muttered while holding his arm against his aching stomach, "How do we even find them?"
Karma remained silent at this, Nagisa glancing over to Sugino while deep in thought until it came to him. Those dictionary-like guides Korosensei gave to everyone… Shuffling to his feet, Nagisa darted to his bag and lugged the giant book to the other three boys.
"Korosensei said this thing is filled with any scenario possible, there's gotta be something in here to help us!"
Karma glanced over in interest, Sugino's face lighting up as he crawled next to Nagisa while flipping through pages.
"Let's see... cheering yourself up your lonely self after seeing a lovey dovey couple... where to find cheap Kyoto soup and cheap local boutiques... this thing literally has every scenario!"
Nagisa chuckled slightly at a few of them, Korosensei really knew how to lift the mood in every situation. It honestly felt like the teacher was right there reading it with them.
"There it is! What to do when a group member has been abducted!" Nagisa shouted, both boys looming over to read the pages of information on this given scenario, "Holy crap so much detail... this has everything we need!"
Sugino nodded, a smile finally spreading across his lips along with Karma. Though unlike Sugino, Karma's smile had a more ominous glint to it as he cracked his knuckles.
"Let's go kick some old man ass."
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The moment you woke up, every single memory flooded into your head.
Not even bothering to take in your surroundings, you just whispered Karma's name, tears brimming at the tips of your lashes as images from the traumatic experience swarmed your mind. How could these thugs be so cruel?
The sound of your two friends stirring beside you seemed to snap you out of your horrifying trance. It was then you soaked in the building you were in. Almost with movie-like accuracy, it seemed you had been brought to some dirty abandoned warehouse. The room was large, filled with metal scraps and old wooden boxes, with the odd exception of a few pieces of dingy furniture laying around.
Glancing down, your nose scrunched upon realizing you were placed on one of the few decrepit couches displaced around the room, the creases of the old fabric filled with a dark moldy substance.
It was then that you realized you were much better kempt yourself. Your school attire had far lost uniform as the attire laid untucked and discolored with a mix of likely sweat and dirt. There wasn’t a single thing making you feel any less sick to your stomach.
The most you were able to communicate with Kayano and Kanzaki was ensuring they were both alright, which luckily all of you appeared to be uninjured with the exception of your arms being tied behind your backs.
Before you could say much else, a few men entered the dark room. You recognized most of them from the initial kidnapping, the group apparently not being very large. The men mostly just belittled all of you, telling the three of you that you were going to have a fun little “photoshoot”, and threatening that nobody would hear your screams, as a reminder to not even bother.
They always say when you experience your first traumatic experience, your brain almost becomes delirious because it’s not sure how to respond. Not sure if it’s really happening. Apparently those facts are true, your mind scrambling on how to feel or react.
Before you could think much of it, one of the men called out Kanzaki, showing the three of you a picture of her at an arcade, clearly from years ago. Your occasional glances at the raven haired girl confirmed she wasn’t proud of the memory forcibly being shown, her solemn face grimacing at the images.
After they discussed their eerily evasive knowledge of Kanzaki’s past, the men left to go talk amongst themselves while waiting for this “photographer” to show up.
"Not gonna lie, it's kind of comforting to know even you went through a faze," Kayano admitted with a soft smile, "Never would've imagined..."
Nodding in agreement you turned your head to Kanzaki, "Yeah, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, you pulled the look off well!"
Kanzaki lowered her head and sighed as you both tried to cheer her up, mumbling a thanks before looking at the two of you.
"Yeah.. My dad was crazy strict, always on me about doing well in school and building up my resume..." Kanzaki explained, both you and Kayano frowning at her words, "It was so.. suffocating, you know?"
Kayano nodded, a pitiful chuckle escaping your own lips.
"I totally understand, my parents may not be as strict, but it’s only because I’ve never let my grades slip. The pressure of it all is so overwhelming at times." You admitted.
Kanzaki nodded quickly at you with sparkling eyes, as if you had just read her mind.
"Exactly! I just couldn't deal!" Kanzaki exclaimed before frowning once more, "So.. I ditched the uniform, glammed myself out and.. hanged where nobody knew who I was. It felt like therapy.. It was so stupid. Where did I expect to end up, right? It's E Class for me... but now I don't even know where I belong anymore..."
Kanzaki’s confession left you and Kayano to stare at the floor in deep thought. Being the school’s idol, you assumed Kanzaki would’ve never had such experiences growing up.
Just as you were going to attempt to cheer the poor girl up, the sound of footsteps snapped you all from your conversation, a new wave of dread filling your cores.
"Sounds to me like you would be right at home with us! Grades and all that pointless bullshit don't mean jack here." The man hissed with narrowed eyes, "We eat those rich kid scums for breakfast, nothing's sweeter than knocking those stuffed shirts down a peg or two."
Narrowing your eyes at the man's words, you glanced over at another thug who followed after.
"The only thing that matters is having a little fun right?"
Their words had your brows knit together in annoyance. Could one genuinely think so highly of themselves as to make a living off of harassing others that are trying to do good for themselves?
Before you could respond, Kayano seemed to mirror your thoughts, her face darkening as she muttered three words that she would probably regret.
"You're a jerk."
Suddenly the disgusting grin the man once wore faded, your body going numb in fear of what he would do next. Sure enough he lifted Kayano from the couch by the collar of her uniform with an angry growl, "I see how it is! Little miss perfect thinks she's better than me!"
The sight of Kayano sobbing and trying to jerk herself out of the man’s grasp had your blood boiling in anger. What gave these men the right to treat you like this?
After everything you've been through, there was no reason why you should be sitting around and letting all of this happen. For so long you've been living in fear, but enough is enough. You had already lost Karma... you would be damned if you lost anyone else too.
"Let her go!" You shouted, wobbling yourself up so you were sitting on your knees.
All eyes fell on you now, the man holding Kayano freezing before narrowing his eyes down to you.
"Oh but of course, how could I forget about you?"
Suddenly your breath hitched as the man dropped Kayano haphazardly onto the grungy couch. The surge of confidence you had now vanished as the man began to close in on you like a predator does their prey.
"I knew right from the start when I saw you on the train, I just had to have you..." The man sneered, bending down before you as his hands began to play with your hair, "Foreign school girls are highly expensive you know, tell me where you're from, yeah?"
Furrowing your brows you clenched your teeth as you felt him grope at your sides, your feeble attempt to shake him off only ended in him gripping your chin harshly causing you to wince in pain.
"I asked you a question sweetheart."
"(Country)." You muttered through grit teeth, keeping your glare locked on him as he laughed boisterously as if this was the best thing he heard all day.
"You hear that boys? We got a (Country) girl here! We're about to be rich!" The man boomed, the sick men behind him sneering at you as you shriveled yourself up against the back of the couch.
“Oh don't cower away now, doll.” The man cooed, grabbing your shirt and pulling you back to the edge of the couch, "Don’t look so scared, we’ll treat ya real well… hell I may even keep you with how much you’re worth.”
Those were the words that truly shook you, the confidence you once had fully vanished as you felt your mouth go dry. The thought of never seeing your friends again... your family… Karma? Tears began to glisten in your eyes again, threatening to spill.
The man only grinned at your response, his thumb brushing across your cheek as he grabbed your chin once more, “Don’t cry on me sweetheart, that’s only going to entice-”
In a fit of desperate anger, you decided to shut the man up the only way you could. Moving your head back out of his grasp, you quickly latched your teeth around his finger and clenched them as hard as you could.
In seconds he jumped back from you, a loud howl escaping his lips as he rubbed his now bleeding finger before looking at you with widened eyes.
"D..Did you just bite me you crazy bitch?!"
Furrowing your brows you screamed as loud as you could, begging anyone for help. Begging and praying that someone was nearby to hear you. Kayano and Kanzaki caught on with your idea, screaming alongside you in hopes of someone hearing the shrill screams.
Whether someone heard you or not, the stunt you pulled seemed to prove useless as the seething man before you looked at you with crazed eyes. Midscream, you felt your body being lifted into the air, the harsh grasp around your neck silencing any noise you attempted to make.
The sound of your friends crying your name made your body shiver, the sight surely not a pretty one to see as all you could do was shake and tremble in his hold.
"How do you like that, huh bitch? If you're going to bite and scream like a dog, then I'll fucking treat you like one!"
His words would’ve stung more had you not been fighting for consciousness, the tears once brimming at your lashes were now rushing down your cheeks as you gasped for air. Any attempt at getting the ropes untied from your wrists proved useless.
It wasn’t until your complexion neared a pale purplish hue that the man finally released you, throwing your limp body onto the couch with a thud. You felt yourself fall into the laps of Kayano and Kanzaki, their desperate whispers of reassurement falling on deaf ears as you gasped for air in between coughs.
"When we're done here you go back to whatever fancy hotel you're in and tell whoever asks that you were just out singing karaoke and lost track of time," The man instructed with narrowed eyes before glaring at you, "Except for you, little brat. I was considering letting your little friends buy your freedom, but after all the trouble you've put me through, you'll never see the light of day again."
The purely sick laughter of the man echoed around the room, the sound sending fear through all of you as one of the metal doors clicked open.
"Speak of the devil.." The man said, noticing the door open as well, "My photographer buddies are here!"
Though your vision was still fairly blurred, you were able to glance up at the door to notice a tuft of orange hair. The only issue was that the bright locks were nearly dragging against the ground. As the figure made its way from the shadows, it was revealed that he wasn’t awake at all, rather beaten to a pulp based on the purple bruises that littered his face.
"Huh, what the hell?"
"School trip guidebook page one thousand and forty three..." You heard a familiar voice speak, all of your heads raising in recognition, "What to do when a group member has been abducted. If there are no leads on the perpetrators, think back to said accents or quirks that might indicate whether said perpetrators are local. If not, if the perpetrators were wearing school uniforms refer to page one thousand three hundred and thirty four..."
As Nagisa read the all too familiar words from a certain handbook you remember receiving, a small smile curled at the corner of your lips.
"You found us!" Kayano squealed, but was quickly overshadowed by the man before you shouting.
"What the hell?! How'd you even know where to look?"
Nagisa simply continued to read from Korosensei's guidebook, explaining each detail as to how they located us. It almost sounded too good to be true, and based off of the faces of the men they thought the same thing as well.
"Alright, so what's it gonna be gentleman?" Karma spoke, the sound of his voice making your eyes water as your smile grew, realizing the redhead was still alive, "Fight or flight? We'll go easy if you back down now but after all you've put us through, you're not getting out of this unscathed,"
Even with your vision obscured, the sight of his ominous golden eyes peering through his dark red locks was evident, enough to even make you shiver.
"That's a promise."
The feeling of hope hadn’t lasted long as the large thug before you chuckled at Karma’s words, seeming to be the only one not phased by their entrance.
"Acting all badass... You high school kids crack me up." The man hissed with a smirk, "Why do you even bother, you saw how far it got miss (Country) girl over here."
For a quick second your eyes locked with Karma's, golden hues drinking in your broken figure until he scowled and looked away, the sight making you want to shrink up into a ball and hide away. He was pissed.
"How about you say hello to some friends of mine.. see how far that attitude gets you with them."
The new voice was followed with an eerie chuckle, four new lifeless figures being presented at the doorway with a pair of glowing red eyes peering from the darkness.
"Say hello to them if you'd like.. but be advised though, they probably won't hear you."
All of your friends were finally able to smile with relief, your eyes lightening up at the sight of your teacher.
"Korosensei!"
Suddenly your teacher revealed himself from the shadows, holding up the four men as if it were nothing at all to him.
"Sorry I'm a little late to the festivities, I figured it would be best to let you handle this on your own while I searched elsewhere, just to cover all the bases." Korosensei explained, "Now why don't we split up and teach these filthy thugs a good ole Class E lesson?"
The three boys beside him seemed to light up at those words, each of them grinning maliciously as they followed after their teacher in attacking the group of thugs.
Korosensei was doing most of the work, making sure to lecture each one of the disgusting thugs about how your class wasn't snobby like most other private schools, and how you all worked hard while not tearing others down around you.
It was a heartwarming sentiment to say the least, it was just strange to see Korosensei have time to lecture these guys while they charged at him with knives and other weapons. There was no doubt that Korosensei was on another level.
Kanzaki and Kayano giggled in excitement, their heads glancing down to your limp form as Kayano reassured you that everything would be okay. And for a second, it felt like everything would be.
But you should've known by now not to assume anything.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso and lifted you from off the couch, before you could register your friend’s screams or even what was happening, you were thrown over a large shoulder.
"Get that one away for now until we can regroup!"
Your eyes widened, this couldn't be happening. No.. no.. no. You were too damn close to be taken away like this. Gritting your teeth you began to slam your head against the back of the man’s legs while kicking at his gut in an attempt to make him drop you.
"Q..Quit that you little brat!" The man growled, his arms squeezing tightly around your torso causing you to yelp in pain. Why did he have to be so damn strong?
The sound of your name being screamed by Kanzaki and Kayano alerted your other classmates that were in the midst of giving a good beating, the three of them noticing the thug carrying your squirming body away.
"These fuckers just won't take a hint, will they?" Karma growled, releasing the head he had in his hand and shoving the limp thug away before running towards the man holding you.
"L..Let me... go! You p..pig!" You cried, your kicks turning into pathetic squirms as you felt like the life was being squeezed out of you. For the third time that day you saw those dark spots that plagued your vision, it was humiliating.
Just when you felt your lashes begin to flutter shut, you felt the man beneath you freeze. Since your senses were nearly fried from being on the verge of passing out, you didn’t hear the harsh scream of the thug until you collided with the floor.
Though you still were slowly gaining consciousness, you could at least feel two hands grip your face, your eyes registering those bright red strands of hair.
Karma held your weak body up as he quickly pulled out his pocket knife and sliced the ropes that held your wrists together. Rubbing at your arms a bit aggressively, the redhead grabbed your lolling head once more and called your name.
“Y/n, you there? Ya hearing me angel?”
Blinking a bit, your eyes focused enough to see the concern in his eyes, his lips moving in what you assumed was your name. Glancing behind him, you saw the man that was once carrying you now on the ground, gripping at his knees.
“Y/n! Are you alright?” Karma now cried, his voice finally ringing in your ears as you looked to him, now feeling the tears running down your face as you nodded vigorously.
“Y..Yes yes… M’alright Karma! I’m… okay.” You whispered, forcing a smile on your lips as you tried to sit up before the two of you heard the metal door click beside you.
The thug was struggling to open the door as he tried to crawl away from the two of you, the sight making the redhead growl before he glanced back at your heaving body.
“You just stay here and breathe for me, alright angel?” Karma said softly, running his non-bloodied hand across your cheek before standing up and walking towards the pathetic man.
"You told me not to play hero huh?" Karma hissed with a psychotic grin, grabbing the man by his ankles and tugging him back away from the door, "Fine! I'll be the bad guy!"
Without a second thought, Karma’s fists connected with the man’s jaw with a frightening crack. Punch after punch, Karma relentlessly beat the thug, his sinister laugh filling the air as the hits began to grow harder and harder.
Though it twisted your insides, the thought of that man getting what was coming felt good. But with that said, there were only so many more hits he would be able to take before it would be too late for him.
Once you eventually were able to breathe normally, you stood up shakily and started walking towards the two in order to stop Karma, but your movement was stopped when a yellow tentacle wrapped around your wrist. Whipping your head around you noticed your teacher with a rather solemn face.
"Let him finish, the boy has so much pent up rage right now, it'll be best for him to take it out now rather than on you or one of his classmates," Korosensei explained, your heart dropping at the sound of that. You could only imagine how stressed out and angry the Karma was.
Even with that in mind though, you feared that Karma would take this too far. The crazed look in his eye only getting worse with each resounding punch.
"But if we don't stop him now Korosensei, he may end up-"
"I won't let him get that far I promise you that,” Your teacher spoke, placing a tentacle on your shoulder before bending down to you, “Now head back out to safety with your other classmates and get that neck of yours checked out, no severe injuries correct?"
Swallowing thickly, you rubbed at the back of your neck before letting out a shaky sigh.
"I don't believe so, just some minor stuff.” You mumbled, offering a forced smile before you shuffled towards the front door, one of your classmates running to you and helping you out.
Your teacher only nodded at you, his body facing back to the relentless redhead who continued his vicious attacks on the now regretful thug.
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Karma couldn't lie to himself. If his teacher hadn't stepped in to stop his actions, the unconscious thug beneath him would've been a dead corpse in his hands.
How could he help it? They beat him up, kidnapped his friends, then he comes to find the girl he loves barely conscious on a filthy couch. He swore to protect you and he failed, and for that he was going to show these bastards a lesson.
The redhead even sensed when the thug was reaching fatal levels, but he didn't care. He ignored the man's pleas to stop. Why should he listen? He didn't listen to your desperate cries when he tried to take you away!
Karma's fists ached but he barely felt it, instead he bared his teeth in fury as he cracked each of his fist's against the thug’s face. He didn't feel the blood running down his fists or the bruises forming on his knuckles, only the satisfaction of sweet revenge.
As his hits began to slow down his eyes glimmered in joy, knowing this final blow would be it for the sorry excuse of a man. Raising his fist with a crazed grin he was ready to smash it down into the man's skull until a yellow tentacle wrapped around his wrist. Karma whipped his head around with a growl, trying to free his wrist from his teacher's grasp.
"Stay out of this you damn octopus!"
Korosensei's hold only grew stronger as the creature's voice grew rather serious, "Karma you're going to kill that man, you must stop."
Karma laughed at the irony of his teacher's words. Korosensei was going to lecture him right now? Seriously?
"Why do you care? We're in an assassination classroom right! Killing is what we do!" Karma shouted with clenched fists, "This filthy pig tried to hurt your classmates!"
Karma's breathing became heavy as he felt his fists shake in fury, his eyes feeling hot as he looked down at the disgusting man.
"He tried to take her."
The feeling of Korosensei's tentacle suddenly disappeared, Karma's hand falling down to his knees as he kept his golden eyes trained on the ground.
"I understand how you're feeling, young man. Angry, scared, vengeful. You have every right to feel this way, but think about it like this," Korosensei explained, "These men around you tried to take your friends away and maybe even harm them for personal gain, why would you want to lower yourself down to their level for revenge?"
Karma remained silent, his fists loosening up as he looked at his teacher through his red tufts of hair.
"Y/n is okay, your friends are okay, that's all that matters at the moment. There's no doubt that you're training to become an assassin, but you must understand that assassins take pride in their work and don't just kill anyone for fun. Don't ruin your future for revenge, young man."
Surprisingly Karma felt… better. He hated to admit it, but the damn creature always knew the right things to say. Honestly Karma knew he lost himself in the moment, he could only thank his teacher for not letting him go too far.
"Now I suggest you go out there and check on Y/n, the poor girl has only been here for a few weeks and she's already experienced such a traumatic event. She's going to need you by her side."
For once during the whole talk Karma smiled at his teacher, taking his tentacle to stand up before they both walked outside to meet with their classmates.
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When you made it outside you were surprised to see the sunset lowering just above the horizon. Time was lost while you were locked inside that decrepit building
Your classmates were quick to be at your side. After enough eyes examined you, it was determined you didn’t have any serious injuries, just some bruised spots and sore muscles. Luckily Nagisa offered to get you some water from a nearby convenience store, the cool liquid soothing your throat at least.
Once the chaos had settled down, your classmates decided to sit on the curb across the street from the building, talking amongst themselves. You decided to refrain from talking, your throat injury providing a helpful excuse to do so. But in reality, it’s more because you felt sick to your stomach.
Surprisingly you weren't completely traumatized by the events that had just occurred, for some reason that's not what bothered you the most out of everything that happened today. It was just the way you were so pathetic, so helpless. You should've been able to do something.
Instead you were forced to watch your boyfriend get attacked, watch your friends get harassed, and make everyone worry because you were so weak... so pathetic.
In your deep thought, you hadn’t even heard the grunt beside you as a tall redhead took a seat beside you on the sidewalk. The sound of his cough snapped you from your thoughts as you glanced up at him, seeing his golden eyes already looking down at you, though they were quick to drop to your neck, his eyes quickly narrowing.
"Damn it, I can't believe how bad it looks." Karma muttered, his fingers grazing against the damaged skin resulting in you sucking air through your teeth from the mild pain of the touch, to which he quickly jerked his hand away.
Quickly looking back to the road, you chuckled weakly with a frown, “Gee thanks.”
Karma clicked his tongue and bumped your side slightly, "You know what I meant angel, don't be like that."
You forced out a laugh, your eyes remaining glued to the ground as your fingers nervously fidgeted against your knee caps. Your actions didn't go unnoticed by the redhead, his hand gently grabbing your fidgeting fingers to force them to a still.
"Are you okay Y/n?"
Oh how you wished he hadn't uttered those four words. You were dreading those words falling from anyone's lips, knowing they would crumble the walls you tried so hard to keep up.
Sure enough the warm teardrops that had been threatening to spill from your lashes began to trickle out one by one, your sudden release of emotions causing you to sniffle.
Karma was quick to grab at your cheek and move your head to face his own, his face immediately softening as you burst into tears before him. Without second thought he shoved you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you tightly, gripping at the locks of your hair and inhaling your scent as he kissed at the top of your head.
"Shit Y/n... I'm so sorry, that must've been so scary for you. I should've been there and I wasn't-"
"Shut up!"
Out of everything Karma expected you to say, it wasn’t that. His hold on you softened as you shoved yourself away from his chest, your sobs growing louder as you rubbed aggressively at your face. You almost looked... angry? The sight scared Karma to death, thinking you could only be mad at him.
"Shut up, shut up, just shut up!" You cried as you looked down to your shaking hands, "You shouldn't have been there, I should've been there!"
Karma's eyes widened at this, confusion running through his mind as you continued.
"You put yourself before me to save me and as soon as you got attacked all I did was watch like an idiot! A..And when they took me away and I had to watch you get kicked to what I thought was death! All I could do was cry and watch you get attacked, I felt so.. so weak!"
Now the puzzle pieces were clicked together in Karma's head. You weren't mad at him... you were mad at yourself.
And somehow, that felt worse for him.
"And when we got kidnapped and they just kept harassing us, all I could do was shout at them and hope they would stop! I..I.. I should've been able to do something! But instead all I could do was watch, all I ever do is watch. I put everyone else around me in danger or make everyone else worry because... because..."
Your face grew red, every emotion you felt bottled up inside as you squeezed your eyes shut.
"Because I’m weak!"
This caused everyone to silence, the only sound being heard was the cool evening wind blowing against the metal signs and fall leaves that littered the ground.
"I..I'm weak... and I'm pathetic... and-"
The next string of words were cut off when a pair of lips smashed against yours. They weren't angry, they weren't guilty, they were simple and welcoming. The feeling of his warm lips pressing against your own caused more tears to stream from your face as you gripped down on his hands tightly until the redhead moved away from you.
"You are not fucking weak, you hear me? You're not weak for being scared, or pathetic for not being able to do anything. That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard!" Karma shouted with a frown as he looked at you with an intense gaze, "I got beaten because I was reckless and moved on instinct rather than thinking things through."
Inhaling sharply, you swallowed what saliva you forgot you had in your mouth and as your teeth clamped down on the inside of your lip to prevent more tears from spilling as your nails dug into Karma's hands.
"You were strong enough to fight back against those pigs and hold your ground even in a scary situation, so don't you dare say you're weak, do you understand me?" Karma questioned as he cupped your cheek and looked into your eyes, "I was never angry at you, I was angry at myself for letting you slip away. And now I'm going to promise you that I'm going to act more with a level head, so long as you promise to always tell me how you're feeling and to stop bottling up these feelings inside."
You couldn't help the feeling of your lips twitching, your eyes blinking to hold back any tears from escaping your exhausted eyes as you looked up to him. His eyes were stern yet soft, his thumb rubbing against the smooth skin of your palm as he gave your hands a light squeeze.
"Promise me Y/n?"
Smiling softly you let out a slight laugh, your head nodding quickly as more tears streamed down your face.
"I promise Karma."
Karma smiled at this, his palm brushing away some residing tears from your soft cheeks while pushing some of your unkempt hair behind your ear. Somehow even in your disheveled state, you looked so damn beautiful to him.
The two of you hadn't noticed each other leaning in until the sound of a pen clicking and a familiar voice cooing made you both back away.
“Star Crossed lovers reunited after being forcefully separated, I mean the story is just writing itself!” Korosensei cried, somehow having a box of tissues in one of his many tentacles.
At this you began to giggle along with the rest of your classmates, and though Karma put on an annoyed facade, he couldn’t stop the boyish grin from creeping upon his lips when your angelic smile filled his ears once more.
And just then as he caught a glimpse of your pretty smile laughing with the milky sunset rays beaming across your face, he knew one thing was for sure.
He would never let anything take you away from him, ever again.
next chapter
#karma akabane#karma#akabane#karma akabane x reader#karma akabane x you#karma x you#karma x reader#kunugigaoka#assasination classroom#long fic#angst
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I read your post about Supernatural being queer somehow from season 1 and I have two questions.
1. Don't you think it straight-appropriates the word "queer" to say it just means "not normal"? That argument seems disingenuous to me, and a lot of us want representation, and to see that word applied to explicit depiction of queer sexuality, and it's a cheat that they don't. Queer studies did start as the study of queer sexualities and the experience of queer people.
2. Are you saying that the makers of Supernatural intended for it to be "flesh on queer bones"? Do you think they intentionally sat down to tell a queer story?
Those are good questions my anonymous friend. Thank you for asking. Here are my thoughts:
To answer your first question: no, I don't think it appropriates anything. Here's why: firstly, if we're talking about sexuality and gender, it's queer 101 that no one owes anyone a justification of their queerness, and not everyone who is queer is interested in labeling it or making it legible to you, and they have no obligation to do so, and not doing so doesn't make them any less queer. Furthermore, some people who are queer are not interested in sex, so what about them?
All of that together is why, for me, the entire queer project is much more deeply about non-compliance with hegemony, and specifically with hegemony around gender roles, sexuality and to put it under a big umbrella, patriarchy, than it is about who you fuck. Those things extend into so many other aspects of life that I think you can easily talk about "queering" a very wide range of topics, and possibly? ANY TOPIC.
You are responding to this post, I think, and in it, I made a choice to talk about family and hunting, and our heroes roles and characterizations in that, and did not talk about gender shenanigans or sexuality, because my point was that even before we get to anything to do with it, Sam and Dean are immersed in a queered world in a fundamental, structural way. That said, I assure you that if you go back into season 1 of Supernatural, you will find LOADS that could be said about gender and sexuality, too. As well as other things, and a particularly important area, as @ironworked pointed out in the tags, is blue collar/white collar class issues.
As I said, the depth of queerness in Supernatural is actually dizzying just in terms of the story's BONES to say nothing of how they flesh it out. Queerness is about deviation from the norm. It's about rebellion and disobedience against hegemonic systems for the sake of personal authenticity and love.
Think about Cas for a minute. Cas's whole story is that he rejects his role in a hegemonic heaven. He rebels for love, and that is pretty explicit as early as season 4 when he tells Dean "We're making it up as we go". Fellas, that is THE QUEEREST SHIT EVER even if he didn't do it for Dean, and like... HE DID IT FOR DEAN. Cas did not have to tell Dean he loved him for me to know it, and for Cas to be a deeply queered character. When he DID say it, I wasn't the least bit surprised he was in love with Dean, because seriously, we been knew. I was only surprised I got to have the immense pleasure of hearing him say it and looking at Dean's face while he took it in. Jesus. I will NEVER RECOVER.
This is my perspective on representation in Supernatural: It's excellent, and I relate to, and feel seen by it as a queer person. Nobody needs to get fucked on the maps table for me to do the math that this is a queer story. It is very, very, very thoroughgoingly canonically queer in so many ways, and not all of them are to do with sex. I think some fans will only allow it to be called queer if dudes make out in it. I am not one of those fans.
As to your second question, I think there is a wealth of evidence in the filmic oeuvre of Eric Kripke to suggest that as an artist and a writer, he is concerned or maybe even preoccupied with masculinity issues and issues around family, and around the way patriarchy fucks men up. So, yes. I think he knew what he was doing and he knew that queerness was part of the mix. For fucks sake, it's a family of men who hunt monsters. That is very fucking on the nose. Do I think he kicked off Supernatural in 2005 planning a 15 year operatic queer romance between Cas and Dean? No. I don't think anyone planned for it to go as long as it did, and it's a matter of record that some things were influenced by fan response, actors' chemistry, different writers and showrunners' preferences and etc. What I will say is that when they had a choice to "straighten shit out" or lean into the queerness, they fucking leaned in, nearly EVERY TIME. Like, it's pretty amazing how consistently they lean the fuck in.
I'll admit -- I wasn't watching it with those eyes the first time, and I didn't give it much real estate in my mind when I watched it as it aired from 2006 to the end, but the last three episodes reshaped it for me and made me angry, and also made me need to watch it all again, this time with an explicitly queer lens, and BOY HOWDY let me tell you this: the Supernatch rewatch journey is a wild and wonderful trip to Queertown. It is legit more difficult to argue that Dean is straight than it is to argue that he is queer. There is a full on CORNUCOPIA of story evidence to support that read and relatively little that convincingly counters it on the straight side, and that starts right at the beginning, when they bend pretty baby Dean over a police car in episode one, and he smirks insouciantly in his lip gloss. Do I think everyone involved knew how that looked? Sexy, submissive and a bit gay?
YES I DO.
#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#Eric Kripke#watching with queer goggles#I recommend it#it's just queer yo#anti-trashnatural agenda
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dearest @eelo I figured I might as well use this opportunity to fulfill a wish of yours and bring my ass back to tumblr 🤣🤣 when this goes terribly wrong and I start living on here again I am totally coming for you btw
new dungeon structure info:
3rd floor is the Golden Castle that is now in ruins
there are toilets in the busy areas of the dungeon, scattered around
skeletons of former castle residents roam the halls LMFAO look at this dude
most monsters on 3rd floor are bones or decayed so there aren't many you can eat but
GOLEMS ARE HERE IT'S THE GOLEM GARDEN EPISODE lmfaoooo love it
Senshi uses golems as a garden bc they've got perfect conditions to grow food
he kills them by hitting their core so that they can harvest veggies
it's against the law to activate magical creatures without permission (Senshi plants Golems without permission lmfao)
you can revive them by replanting them
side note: I really find it interesting how death is not as big of a deal in this universe. It's not like they don't care at all, but there doesn't seem to be question of "is it really the same person/creature"? maybe it's just me, but I feel like I'd worry about that a lot if I lived in their world.
this quote from Senshi!!!! YES! I agree and I love him for this
turns out Senshi gets his fertiliser by cleaning the toilets on this floor oops (Marcille is NOT happy about that lol)
another great quote from Senshi, this whole part is awesome. he's basically saying that if he stops cleaning the toilets and tending to the Golems, the whole dungeon will change because the monsters from lower floors will come up to take the place of the Golems etc. It's a delicate ecosystem and everyone plays a part, which is why hunting and eating monsters and giving back to the dungeon is important for maintaining balance. I love it 10/10 lore and world building
Senshi used the veggies to barter with some customers on the lower levels but they probably won't have time for them rn
there are merchants in the dungeon and it seems kinda hush hush secret club vibes but they get in (and then almost get thrown out bc they brought veggies to trade with a bunch of criminals ig lol)
oh the orcs are here! I forgot about them (btw they're Senshi's "customers from lower floors"), anyway they kill everyone but Senshi & friends
the red dragon has been showing up near their settlement so they had to run to hide on the 3rd floor
LMFAO they steal their veggies and Senshi asks if they can stay in their camp so
orcs think elves look "barbaric" which is also a really nice touch
HAHAHAH I forgot gilrfailure and the orc arguing while Senshi is happily making bread
anyway, bad blood between Orcs and Elves, they each have their own version of the events that paints the other side as the worse one (another nice, realistic touch of world building)
the orc mentions the whole "defeat evil magician, get castle/dungeon" thing and asks Laios what he'll do when he gets it (which he hasn't thought about)
RIP Crafty
random detail: orc cuisine is spicy
awww that ending was so wholesome
Laios says he'll think about what he'd do with the castle/dungeon if he got it. King Laios is a funny idea tho maybe a bit scary too
random screengrabs:
the carrots sticking out of Laios' armor are sending me aofhoashfoiah
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi#bread#lmfao#dunmeshi ep 4#dunmeshi rewatch#I love this anime#thank you eelo#dunmesh
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Room 214 (a Next Door Boy tale)
The dude with the fair hair leaned over the rail, looking over the ocean. The lull in the crashing of waves gave way to the sounds of excited beachgoers. He wore a loose tank top colored in an abstraction of the horizon at sunset. The tank top was of the sort to cover less than half his torso. The sleeveless article showed his sun-kissed shoulders, the bulging biceps, and the vascularity of his forearms. The gaping sleeve holes revealed a portion of his pecs and the length of his side. The sculpted obliques of his core slowly contracted with each breath. As his arms, thick and roped with muscle, lay over the railing, a wild shock of armpit hair danced lazily in the breeze. Yet, despite the toned upper body of a surfer, he ass demanded equal, if not all your attention. It filled his board shorts and the fabric clung all to intimately along the creases. It was when he straightened himself that his full presence could be seen below.
His name was Adriano.
I reclined the seat back. The tint of the car window obfuscating myself as I observed him across the parking lot. I pulled out a pocket notebook and wrote some notes. Among the scrawls of details were the start of plans.
Adriano turned towards me, but I reminded myself he doesn’t know me. He hadn’t suspected anything these past weeks. I slid on a pair of sunglasses and shifted in my seat to hide an obvious erection. While the glimpse of his body from behind was hot, his chest was smoldering. From the lip of his tank top collar, wisps of chest hair caught in the sunlight. A line of sweat from his neck trails down and followed his collar bone and down along the crease of his pecs. He started towards the lockers.
I pulled up the collar of my loose tropical print shirt and stepped out into the public.
I followed him. My erection tucked under my belt. I was usually controlled in these matters. My line of work has me around all types. Growing up with a father who loved the bottle had me mask my true feelings. Yet, Adriano was something. He wasn’t your typical hottie. That must be why I was hired to follow him.
A month ago, I received an e-mail. The job was simple: find Adriano, learn his schedule and inner circle of friends, gain access to his residence, and receive further instructions. I was a cat burglar by trade. Don’t expect me to steal the Mona Lisa, but I do well enough not to have a record. Espionage was new however. I managed to find Adriano quickly. I could’ve accessed his shitty studio apartment immediately, but I decided to develop a comprehensive schedule of his before attempting breaking and entering.
Adriano was in the locker area. He had already stripped and was in the process of pulling out a pair of trunks. As I entered, heart thumping, he stood up, clothes in hand, dick flopping out.
“Sorry, dude,” he said. He gave me an apologetic smile. His hand pulling a different pair of board shorts up and his other hand readjusting his package after snaking it back in. Then Adriano shut his locker and headed back out. I couldn’t help but notice the bounce of his member while he went commando.
After he left, I took quick assessment of the space. The structure had a basic shower and an adjoining locker area. For a small fee he rented a spot and it was alfays the same locker. Number 14. There was no one around. I walked over to the locker. I pulled out some delicate tools. In a matter of seconds I managed to lock pick the cheap security.
The locker screeched open. I took out his tank top.
It was the abstract sunset from earlier. It was gradient of violet and magenta hues. In the center was a circle of auburn; an impression of the sun. There were still stains of sweat along the collar. The fabric warmed my hands. I ran my fingers over it. Over where the nape of his neck was. I buried my face in the center of the clothing where I imagined where his chest would be. I breathed in the sweat and pressed my lips over the wet sweat stains. My other hand came along the back where I imagined his back would be. I rubbed myself against the imagined body. My hands tracing the length of cloth, thinking of the curve of his ass. And as I pressed him closer to me, my hand came over my member. I gasped into the shirt, my mouth sucking in his scent. I rubbed my hand against my erection and the sensation grew in intensity as I drowned in his smell. I gasped as I came into my pants and relaxed into a stupor of satisfaction.
I sorted myself out and tossed his shirt back into the locker. I dug around in the locker, finding a myriad of items. I found spare change, receipts, chewing gum, wallet, and Adriano’s apartment keys. Bingo. I was about to turn and leave with the keys in hand when something caught my eye. Condoms. Ribbed for her pleasure. It was stuffed into the faux-leather wallet like spare change. The plastic thin foil was crumpled, but the wrapper read clearly: Magnum. Clearly he thought to highly of himself. But maybe not. I turned the condom in my fingers. The image of his flaccid dick replaying in my mind. I pocketed the condom and tossed the wallet back into the locker. It was stupid, but it was the only way I could pull myself away and back to the task at hand.
I pulled back into the parking lot near the locker building. I had copied Adriano’s keys at a local locksmith and I sent an e-mail to the client about the development. While waiting for a response, I walked back into the locker room. It was busier than before. I slipped past changing men. Most old, some young and toned, but Adriano wasn’t among them. Through the locker’s grill, I dropped in Adriano’s key. And with that, I returned to my car.
After an hour or so, I saw Adriano return to the locker building with a girl. From my observations, Adriano was a ladies’ man who could sweet talk most women back into his apartment. She was a pretty thing, I guess. She had curves, a chest of fake breasts, a horrendous sun tan, and she laid on the seductive charm so thick. She twirled her hair around her fingers, and ran her other fingers up and down Adriano’s abs. With a coy grin, she slipped a finger under his shorts.
Adriano was enjoying this. His face flushed and his eyes widened with arousal. He gave a smile. His chest rose and fell as he pumped himself up, hands at his waist, looking like Superman. They kissed and he combed his fingers through her hair. His free hand curving around her back. When he pulled back from the kiss, he mouthed something in her ear. His lips tickling her ear and she giggled. He shifted and noticed me staring from my car. He must have recognized me, because he gave me a smile and a wink.
My phone chimed with an e-mail notification.
“To ___, thank you for your hard work. It is greatly appreciated. You will be paid for your services, but I am offering greater compensation for another task. Do you accept?”
I responded, “Yes.”
I left Adriano at the beach. The next set of instructions required me to race to his apartment before he arrived. It was so risky, but so profitable. I needed to make a quick stop at the location of a dead drop given to me in the response to my acceptance. The package contained some strange contraptions with a set of instructions. But before I could read them, I needed to be secured at his apartment.
His apartment building was a four-story historic building. It was here I first laid my eyes on him when he went out for his morning run. The client mentioned to me Adriano’s running spots. That’s how Adriano caught his attention. His shirtless running in 5-inch athletic shorts.
Room 214. I unlocked the door and walked in. An aroma of body odor and Axe body spray greeted me. The blinds were closed. I had tried to get visual from the windows before, but I guessed either his frequent hookups or a possible nudist lifestyle (I can dream) caused him to value privacy here. The studio apartment was a mess. Clothes littered the ground. Boxers, pants, shirts, socks. I picked up a gym sock gray with use. I gave it a smell and dropped it from surprise. I didn’t know how to appreciate that smell or wash it from my fingers.
His bed was a futon resting on pellet boards. It didn’t have any bedsheets and there was only wrinkled blankets and a pillow strewn across it. I pressed my hand into it. The bed springs groaned. It smelled equally rank to the room. It got hot during the summer nights. I imagined him twisting around his bed, screwing on his bed, coming on his bed.
I rummaged in his drawers. Aside from his shirts and regular clothing, I browsed his underwear. He collected many brands. Some were worn to the elastic. But I now knew he went commando as well. Then I found his wrapped latex. I toyed with one with mixed arousal and admiration. Finally I tore one open. The gold wrapper glimmering like his fair hair in the sun. I pulled down my pants. I rolled it over my cock. It was snug, but not enough to convince me that I could wear it. I wasn’t fooled. This was only fit for him. I pumped myself at the thought. I sprawled out on his bed, buried my face into the musky smell of his bed. I pulled a dirty sock toward my face, imagining tasting his sweaty body after a workout. “Adriano, Adriano,” I breathed with each pump. I closed my eyes as I came. I slid the condom off my member. The spermicide and lube coating my hand. I rubbed the gross sensation off onto the bed. He wouldn’t notice.
I settled myself deep into his closet. The irony wasn’t lost on me, but it also reminded me of hiding during father’s weekend binge drinking. I was lost in memories when I heard the apartment door jiggle and unlock, then open. A girlish laugh greeted the dark room. The door slammed shut, shaking me loose from a memory.
I heard clothes being tossed onto the bare floor.
“Like what you see?” I heard Adriano say.
“Yeah,” the one-night fling responded. I heard the wet kissing and soft moans. Without seeing what was happening, I only imagined what sounds meant what. The sucking sounds and the deep grunting must be Adriano getting his mind blown. The increasingly loud moans must be the expertise of Adriano in practice. Eventually the sounds cooled down and ended with a grunt from him as he came.
They got dressed in silence with the hook up trying to start up the kissing again, but a hushed whisper and a closing door told me she was gone. Then I heard Adriano throw himself back onto the bed and in a few minutes I heard the soft snores.
I carefully left the closet. The device in my hand from the dead drop. I saw AdrIano in his splendor on the bed. He hadn’t bothered to dress. It was a hot summer night and he was sprawled spread-eagle, face down. I appreciated how his fair hair clung to his sweaty neck. A trail of hair along his back came down to his ass. From his groin I saw his testicles and his shaft peeking from beneath him, just hanging out from underneath him.
I needed to act fast to complete the mission.
Gingerly, I took the device and attached it at points around his head before settling a spiderweb netting on top. I started up a handheld device and once it glowed green I pressed the button.
I’m not sure what I expected. Probably a flash of light or an electric shock, but nothing really happened. I thought I saw Adriano twitch, but it could be a trick of the light.
There was a knock at the door. Just like the directions detailed.
I opened the door, unsure if the device worked or if Adriano would wake up suddenly.
At the door were a couple of men. One was young and didn’t emote. He was stoic despite the situation. He carried a bag and headed straight to Adriano’s body. The other was an older gentleman. He carried himself carefully. He wore a rich-looking peacoat that ill fitted him. He must have known as he took it off and rested it on a nearby chair.
“Greetings, ___,” he said to me. “It’s good to see you. Thank you for all that you’ve done. It mustn’t have been an easy job.”
“It was an alright job,” I said. I glanced toward Adriano who hadn’t moved, but still continued to breathe and snore. The spiderweb netting still wrapped around his head. The other man was tinkering with extra devices and running wires to a laptop.
“No doubt I underestimated you.” He said, smiling. He shuffled over to Adriano, looked around the room, and picked up a sock. “Oh, the joys of being young. Even in filth, the beautiful thrive.”
“What are you planning to do with him?” I asked. Now the other man was fixing wires to the old man, connecting him to the laptop. “Why all this? Why have me collect the schedule and names of his friends?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Adriano is a man I come to love. Ever since I saw him running. I envied his youth and beauty. Of course, he wouldn’t be with someone like me. So I made connections with some entrepreneurs from the Next Door Boy agency. Adriano isn’t a talent. If he was this would have been easier. Instead he selfishly keeps that body for himself. He could be rich but instead lives in squalor. I intend to make his life worth living by living his life for him.”
I was speechless but said nothing as I watched the other man finish his work and eventually I watched as the final switch was flipped and Adriano’s body spasmed and shake on the futon. The old man’s body followed likewise. The only difference was that it was only Adriano who stood up and carefully gazed at his hand in amazement. He ran his hand over his face and down his body. He felt each curve of muscle and each hair on his body. Then he looked up at me and smiled that coy smile.
“It worked!”
The other man had already packed up his devices and started to heft the old man’s body over his shoulder. In a minute the apartment was emptied save the two of us. Adriano, or rather the old man who wore the young surfer’s body, and I stood looking at each other. I tried not to look down at his member.
“So why are you still here?” I said. “I thought you’d have left with… him.” I was at a loss for the lack of names. The situation was surreal.
“I’ll be blunt,” Adriano said. His voice strong and well enunciated. It lacked the surfer drawl and the clipped slang. “This is not exactly legal. Paying you off and paying for that expert costed me a lot. That’s why I had you do that research. I can’t exactly go back to my old life. It doesn’t exist for me anymore. I intend to live here, as him, and remake myself again.” He walked over to his peacoat that hung from the chair. He dropped it over his nude body. The effect was equally ridiculous and arousing. His muscled frame wore the coat well. It followed the slender but toned arms and hugged the tight core. His cock hung openly beneath the coat. He must have realized how ridiculous it was as he started to play with himself. He looked back at me. “I can tell you like this body.”
“He is hot. I mean… you are hot.”
“Yeah. I guess I should get used to calling it my body.” He looked around him at the surfer jock’s apartment. “And my apartment.” Then he looked at me. “And my… friend?”
I laughed. “I don’t think making friends is that easy.”
“It can be. You’re an attractive man. If not a friend, then maybe a warm mouth for my cock?”
He brought me in for a kiss. His strong hands felt my back and grabbed my ass. I stripped off his coat and ran my tongue around his nipple. We fell back onto the futon. I was getting used to the smell of stale sex and sweat. Adriano grabbed my ankles and held them in the air, my ass ready for him. Before he could enter, I slowed him down and reached for a condom from my pocket. It was the condom I taken from Adriano’s locker earlier. He smiled, ripped it open with his teeth, and rolled it on. We both took a moment to appreciate how well his cock filled out the magnum. He thrusted into me and I wrapped my legs around him. He was going harder and harder as if he could barely contain his own strength. He was getting louder as well. He was animalistic in his moans and when he came, he collapsed on top of me. We laid there, basking in exertion.”
“Sorry if I got a little rough. His body feels so strong. I feel everything so powerfully.”
“It’s alright,” I said. And without realizing it, I rested my palm atop Adriano’s chest and listened to his heart pound in my ear.
#possession#male body possession#male takeover#gay male story#straight to gay#mental change#male body swap#body swap#a next door boy tale#next door boy
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So I forgot about/didn't get around to deleting one of the dating apps I had installed to see what the dating ecosystem was like after having been away for close to eight years and this morning I received a notification from said app. Said app poses a daily question for users to answer in a public thread. This was today's question:
Knowing that this would not be a positive experience but feeling compelled to look anyway, I steeled myself for the responses and dove in.
"Disabled man is bitter about the way society treats him, therefore he is a narcissist."
That's a lot of words to say "no, and the only reason people say yes is because they are trying to be woke, but everyone knows deep down that disabled people aren't desirable" also your name is Òdinn and you appear to live in the forests of Norway so there is a high chance that you're a Nazi.
This is such a typical response and I have no doubt in my mind that this guy would leave said hypothetical partner who became disabled in an accident, simply because the overwhelming majority of men will leave a disabled partner. Hell it's a very common r/relationshipadvice topic.
This response leaves me with many questions and no answers. Why would you need to change your perspective?
Jesus fucking Christ. I know this is supposed to be "a joke" but it's almost more hateful that way.
Way to throw in some weird "sexual market value" incel shit into the conversation there dude with "hot women can date rich men to escape lower economic divisions".
I guess points to this guy for honesty, but it still sucks.
I've not met a single disabled person ever, including myself, who prefers the term "differently abled". Not only does the feel patronizing and like it was workshopped by a cadre of guilt ridden HR managers, the language of that particular euphemism suggests, at its core, that a failure to thrive is more the result of personal failing than systemic barriers to employment, education, housing, or relationships. It's sprung from the same liberal eugenicist minds that gave us the phrase "the only real disability is not having a positive attitude".
Christ this is bleak.
Well at least I was reminded to delete the app.
You know, nine times out of ten, it's not worth it for a disabled person to try to date a non-disabled person. Your dating pool should really just be restricted to other disabled persons, and this is in many ways preferable, but because society wants you dead, there are structural barriers. Here in Canada you were already likely to lose your disability benefits should you get married, because supporting you should be the responsibility of your spouse (never mind that the disabled partner is at much greater risk of abuse and is now dependant on their abuser) and if you're both disabled, well you both risk losing your benefits. Two people pooling their meagre resources is considered gaming the system. Bleak.
It kind of makes you hate incels just a little more for co-opting a term coined by a mentally ill queer woman, who hit on a feeling a lot of people with structural barriers to relationships experience. There are a lot of people out there who are denied intimacy for long stretches of time or perhaps for the duration of their life for reasons rooted in the pervasive and systemic ableism throughout our culture and society. Reasons that are entirely outside of those persons' control. Instead the term is now the sole domain of broken men who blame their lack of partner on a "a few millimeters of bone" instead of their actual problem, being raging misogynist antisocial creeps who do things like shit on their laptops while livestreaming with other antisocial misogynist creeps. It's a shame it wasn't put to better use.
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Astro Observations pt.8 (a little dark)💄
TW: mention of miscarriage
my mother has prominent lameia (248) on her chart and has had many miscarriages. Since lameia asteroid signifies miscarriages and stuff like that no wonder she's gone through that.
theres this post i saw about having an afflicted moon in 4h and "makes the person’s mother violent, angry, unnurturing, selfish, and rude" which is true
if the asteroid nemesis (128) is touching your inner planets you might be prone to going through a lot of traumatic shit
12h stelliums have pisces like features or personality traits
Having alot of Aries degrees and cancer degrees might mean your very emotional and it shows or you may have a rbf 😭😭
VIRGO RISINGS BE HAVING BIG ASS RYES BRU I SWEAR
pisces risings probably LOVED shit that had to do w mermaids when they were young
Yeah 8h venus ppl can be physically a attractive but it’s their energy that’s very magnetic
Aquarius or Sagittarius placements like studying different religions or cultures from what I’ve seen
Yes fixed signs are prideful, but the stereotype of Leo’s being prideful is true sometimes but it depends on what house or degree they have it in etc. , for example some poeple say that Leo’s don’t own up to things, I have a Leo mars and moon and I do own up to my things even if it’s bad.
Pisces Venus , 8h Venus , 12h Venus give me “Cant feel my face” by The Weeknd vibes when their in love
Gemini venuses are not cheaters nor Gemini placements in general please stop saying that when yk damn well anyone can cheat!!
Having your moon in an Aries degree could indicate you handling your anger by throwing or destroying stuff because you can’t properly express ur anger right but all this depends on what house or sign ur moon is tho (this applies more to the people who have a fire moon at an Aries degree)
Your close friends can Atleast share one or more placements you have for ex: my bestfriend shares almost all the placements on my chart but we act differently sometimes , she has sag sun, Scorpio moon, Scorpio rising, Capricorn mercury , Sagittarius Venus , Leo mars, and Aquarius Lilith. While i have sag sun, leo moon, Aries rising, Capricorn mercury etc. While we both have the same mercury we communicate very differently because I have my mercury in the 9h and 0 degrees while she has her mercury in her 2h at 10 degrees. She also has a twin brother who has the same exact chart as her but it also matters on the degrees etc. BYE WHY IS THIS SO RANDOM😭😭
8h placements literally get shade for no reason at all like yesterday some girl was looking at me weird and because I had a charger in my purse?? like girl what and some dude that was sitting next to me was literally talking shit abt me RIGHT NEXT TO ME when I didn’t even do nothing like leave me be 😞😞
Capricorn risings or being saturn dominant usually have a boney bone structure or rlly skinny sometimes
Mars-Neptune aspects are really good at lying because of how much people like them and how much creativity they got when it comes to that
Aries risings May ignore their intuition a lot of times or just fire signs risings in general sometimes
LEMME TELL U MARS RISING SIGNS LOVE HOT THINGS LIKE HOT SHOWERS OR JACUZZIS
Pisces risings and Libra risings Can have like rlly pretty eyes or can sometimes fit that blonde hair blue eyed standard.. (but this all depends on genetics, dna etc)
It’s like the universe is a prideful towards me like everytime i say nothing gonna happen the thing happens like wtf😞😞
WHY ARE SCORPIO PLACEMENTS SO PARANOID LIKE GIRL THERE AINT NO THIRD PARTY READING OUR MSGS STOP DELETING THEM😭💀
Idk why but I’ve seen earth signs and cancer signs that r dudes MAJOR anime fans when they were young and still r sometimes. They probably debate abt which anime character is better☠️
people think I’m ignorant just bc I don’t care abt whatever is happening and I think it’s bc of my Capricorn mercury
Aries risings are so calm when there’s some chaotic shit happening
Leo’s give off that mean girl vibe but rlly sweet when u get to know them
My mom has a cancer rising but has it in a Leo degree so no wonder she has a lion like type of face and she has a lion tattoo on her chest 😭😭
I think the degrees in your ascendant can also tribute to ur physical appearance
#Spotify#spotify#astrology#art#astrology observations#music#asteroid astrology#astrology chart#mf doom#playlist#rap
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You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
Damn dude, do you just spam the same copypasta to trans women all day? What a sad life you lead, my guy. I hope you get better soon.
I'll give you credit, you dug through my blog long enough to find pictures of me that are nearly 3 years old before I even started hormones. You took some of the limited time you have left in your life to do that, you realize that right?
That says more about you than it does me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Jokes on you though, even people that share my brainrot think I'm a weird faggot. That's not news to me, dude.
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hey I saw your tags abt reading the MM book too and I desperately need to hear abt it from more ppl that also shoved it up their ass. Thoughts?
oh brother you have no idea just how many thoughts i have about it.
i really didn't wanna read the book because i knew it was going to make me go insane, but then a friend of mine who i'm trying to force to watch the show (i beg of you martyna. it's so good) decided to get it for me for my birthday.
from the very first few fucking pages i was Perplexed, to put it lightly. i was expecting a light and breezy autobiography with some silly childhood anecdotes and maybe behind the scenes tea about the hollywood crowd. Instead i was served almost 300 pages of trauma dumping, philosophical ruminations and some very TMI info that i wish i never read. i rated this book 5/5 on goodreads btw.
the first thing that really knocked me on my ass was this (i'm ignoring the ketchup story i DON'T want to think about that)
this should've given me an idea about that kind of book this was gonna be. yet i continued on, blindly, thinking, okay maybe he just wanted to get that out there. more power to him. whatever. (not really).
then the motherfuckers starts explaining his little philosophy, the titular green lights, right? and i'm like, yeah. i agree. you're correct. but why did it take you 50 years to figure this out? i'm 24 and i've been living by this very logic for years. Anyways. i continue reading.
now, bro spends half the book trying to convince us his parents were NOT abusive. i disagree. i think he has stockholm syndrome. i hope he's in therapy. i don't wanna think about this either.
now, this is where i started catching on that he was lying to me. i know it took me an embarrassingly long time, but i was giving him the benefit of the doubt. the undead parrot and the 13 story tree house, however, was what made me go Wait A Damn Minute.
yeah, turns out this book isn't a memoir, it's a mix between a magical realism novel, a self help handbook and a philosophical treaty. served to you on really nice paper (i mean Really nice. i appreciate that) with important words in bold, italics or even sometimes in green (which i appreciate even more, since i am tragically dyslexic).
after establishing that all men do is, in fact, lie, i gained a different outlook on the whole thing (i swear i need to read it again, this time in full englit major mode, make some notes and dissect this thing like it's shakespeare).
i like how candid he is about kind of getting lucky with the whole famous thing. he really took that slutty slutty waist and peculiar bone structure of his and said I'm Gonna Make A Career Out Of This. good for him.
he is, however, just a man, and at the end of the day, you can really tell he sees the world through his privilege. the white straight cis christian rich and famous thing kinda sways him into obnoxious territory in some parts, and it had me seething with rage. like, i too would love to go hike through south america because it came to me in a dream. i'd looooove to go visit my favorite unknown artist in a country on the other side of the world. i was half hoping to read about a piranha biting his shlong off when he went skinny dipping in the motherfucking amazon. (un)fortunately, no dice.
the david and goliath story made me chuckle out loud. he makes it Just believable enough to make you think about it. i like being made to think.
the philosophics continue in the form of the single most cursed wall of chicken scratches i ever did see. i sat there, straining my eyes, trying to decipher this shit, and i'm pretty sure he was on something when he wrote it because all of this
could be summed up with "you've gotta leave your comfort zone to learn more about yourself and the world." suck my cock dude.
i Really like how he talks about his wife. but then again, when you look at her, there really isn't any other way of talking about her.
i mean. how the Fuck did his stinky ass pull this goddess. lucky bastard.
now, the 3ish pages where he talks about filming the show (which was the whole reason i even started reading) are criminally underwhelming. i was hoping for a sneak peak into that elusive 450 page manuscript (i will Steal your laptop matthew. watch out), but instead i got a one liner of him being like i wanna play rusty because he's the specialest little girl in the whole entire world and the producers going yeah fine. THAT'S IT. still mad about this, especially because after that he hits you with the love letter to new orleans. i mean be serious. he should Not be allowed to write shit like that.
to summarize, i think he might be a genius, or he might be insane. he is probably both. i want to shove this book up his ass for many reasons, for example him making me learn the names of his kids (i hate knowing things about celebrity kids. leave them out of this) or for making me agree with him. because i do. agree.
I don't appreciate his continued efforts to convert me to christianity and i think he's disgustingly obnoxious in some places, but the truth is he has a real cool outlook on a lot of things and i'm very mad that i now respect this bastard for more than his acting skills. i would like to buy him a six pack and listen to him talk about it. i'd love to argue with him, too.
i can recommend this book to everybody who feels like they need to experience some psychic damage and maybe an existentialist crisis alongside it. on Very Nice Paper.
#i can never think about lord byron the same#damn you matthew#banger of a read for realsies#ask#matthew mcconaughey
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Entertainment Weekly @ SDCC | 2016
#andy wondering if he left the oven on in the last gif#Andrew Lincoln#*#andygifs#he just looks really really good in this video#excuse me but the nose™️#FRECKLES#rogue neck fuzzies 💙#your bone structure my dude#WHEN MEN PUSH THEIR HAIR BACK WITH THEIR SUNGLASSES ON TOP OF THEIR HEAD???!?!#sorry i yelled#but it's just a very specific thing that gets™ to me#[SIRENS] [HELICOPTERS] [EXPLOSION] MY LEG!#profile that'd make renaissance sculptors green with envy#michelangelo gonna just throw david in the river and give up
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So its early but I'm on Tumblr, and like.
You know. Saw a post. Like you do.
And it's about appropriating Jewish mythology and symbols and terms. And there is so much "DON'T DO THAT" in the post.
But I think the post gets it a lil wrong. What we're really looking for is respect. Respect our things. Our culture. Or symbols. They're not Happy Meal toys. Make some effort.
I saw a lot of comments on the post saying that people had never met a Jewish person, and that we are "professional victims."
Well hello. I'm a Jewish person, and we've been run out of more countries than you've had hot dinners, so we're more like professionals at getting the fuck out of places where people want us dead.
Let's do an edit!
Golems: if you're going to use them in your fantasy, please treat them with respect. They're a mythological creature borne out of the desperation of a people constantly on the run from assholes trying to burn down their lives, and thought of as protective. Don't use them as a weird monster. It's easy to find the lore. Read up.
Kabbalah: is so much stranger than you know, and worth doing research on. Please be respectful if you intend to use it in a story, or even try to practice it.
If it's Hebrew and it doesn't have anything to do with Judaism...man that is a weird one. Cuz it's our religious language but also people who aren't Jewish live in Israel and speak Hebrew but this one feels funny.
The Star of David: it's not a pentagram. It's not a generic symbol. It's pretty specifically Jewish. Sometimes it gets worn by people who want us dead? Uncomfortable.
Goy: isn't considered polite but is more polite than "fuckin goy" which I sometimes use when some goy is being a terrible asshole.
Lenny Bruce had a whole bit on this one:
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Gentile: less rude. You non jews are just gentiles.
Antisemitism: that funny feeling in your bones when you know someone either doesn't like you because you are Jewish (those fuckers who wear the "6 million was not enough" shirts. IE; Hitler shoulda kilt more Jews), or when someone says shit like "you guys control the banks so I bet you'll get all 7 days of Passover off soon enough." We don't control the banks. I fucking promise. We don't control shit. Whatever power white Jewish people might have is allowed by the white gentile power structure and can be easily taken away.
When the big orange goy was president, and employed Steven Miller (Jewish. A piece of shit) I used to tell people that "we'll all wind up in the same train car anyway. He's no safer from the hate than the rest of us." I'm still right.
The word Jew: context matters. "The Jews" is an easy shorthand. The Jewish People takes longer to say. One time in a bar, in Mississippi, the director of another department from work pointed at me and yelled "JEW!!!" and that felt.
Bad.
It felt bad you guys.
1. Being singled out for what you are feels bad.
2. Mississippi feels like a place you don't want to be singled out for being Jewish.
3. "Jew" often gets bent into "jewy" which is derogatory. Women were sometimes called "jewesses" which was a little like being called a witch they wanted to burn at the stake.
Probably safe bet to just say Jewish People.
We've been around a long time, but there aren't a whole of us left. But we also come in all different types. A bunch of us are white, but some of us are Black or Latinx or Asian or Middle Eastern. We don't agree on any one way of doing things and we have a lot of opinions and sometimes some dude wanders around The Rockaways in New York with a machete looking for the closest synagogue because Kanye told him we're all evil.
We are constantly on the lookout for people who don't like us because WE KEEP FINDING THEM. Like sometimes you think somebody's cool, but it turns out they think we have horns and eat white Christian baby blood.
For the record, white Christians don't season their food, so that shit is too bland. Not enough dill. We'll pass.
But yeah. Just some thoughts on my culture. Thanks for reading.
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Aaaaa I just finished a little draft of the Heather's michie fic and.....HERE IT IS this will probably not be the full chapter once I fully write it (I wrote half of this in the middle of the night lol)
Richie sighs as he walks the halls of his school in his diary "Dear diary...today is September 1st, 2021...I think I'm a good person, I believe there's good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year, and...all these kids I've known all my life have become such jerks" he wanders around the halls and spots the three heathers by there locker now their names aren't heather it's just a nickname they gave themselves for some reason. Their actual names are Brooke, Stacy, and Brenda they are the most popular girls in school and Richie would do anything to be like them.
Brooke hums as she puts on some lip gloss "Ugh here comes Miss Mulberry" The three girls fold their arms and turn to face the teacher who's walking towards them, Richie's eyes widenand he starts to write something. MisMulberryry crosses her arms "Now girls what and we doing out in the hall
class has started detention for all three of you!" Brooke looks at her in disgust "My parents pay your salary!" Just say one of the other heathers is about to say something Richie runs over "U-um actually miss Mulberry all four of us are out on hall pass.... yearbook committee..." he hands her the note and reads it "mmh....thank you for letting me know Richie I can always trust you" she walks away.
Richie turns to the heathers and sees that they are staring at him. Brook grabs the note "mm...this is an excellent forgery who are you?" She asks handing the note to the other two girls to have a look. Richie gulps "I-im Richie Lipschitz and u-uhm...I crave a deal?" Brooke clicks her tongue "What kind of deal?" Richie stammers "L-let me sit at your lunch table just once maybe if everyone sees that you guys tolerate me I'll be left alone?" The girls laugh and are about to walk away "W-wait! I can forge just about anything!" The girls stop and turn back to face Richie.
Brook grabs him by the chin and inspects his face "Mmm...you do have good bone structure..." Stacy giggles Iff I take a meat cleaver down to the centre of your skull I'd have matching halves that's very important" Brenda rolls her eyes "Though you could lose a few pounds" Brooke rolls her eyes "Shut up the both of you!....but you know...this could be a beautiful thing Richie...you could be beautiful but...are you ready for it?" She smirks. Richie nods "of course I am! Um...should I meet you outside after school?" He asked the heathers laughed and Brooke once again spoke "Yup ~ meet us at the parking lot after school and tomorrow this school will know a whole new you"
The girls walk off leaving Richie alone as his best friend Ruth runs up to him he has another friendpeter Spankoffski but his brother took him on vacation. Ruth grabs him by the shoulders "DUDE DID THEY JUST INVITE YOU TO BE ONE OF THEM!?" Richie was still in a state of shock but then shook his head "Y-yeah..but anyway we still on for movie night? I got the snacks" Ruth just rolls her eyes "Yeah yeah we are and I got us the shape of water!" Now Richie rolls his eyes and chuckles "Again we've seen it a million times don't you have it memorised by now?" They both laugh as they walk to class.
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Doesn't Frankenstein deliberately build his creature to be beautiful? Dude's already doing eugenics by selecting the most aesthetic cadaver parts.
Well yes he did and it ended up the opposite despite his best efforts but to be honest the creature is described with black hair in conjunction with the line about making him beautiful so I would say that he's building a man to his aesthetic tastes rather then attempting to make a perfect Aryan or something. Which I suppose is a kind of eugenics technically maybe depending on how you define eugenics. But I don't think it's useful to our understanding of eugenics or to our understanding of the novel to apply that lense to it. Aesthetic choices need to be made in Victor Frankenstein's build a bitch laboratory. While he might be somewhat limited in skin color by being in Germany, he can pick more or less any hair or eye color he likes any bone structure he likes and so on. The monster is by necessity intentionally designed in a way that human beings are not. So any aesthetic choices made being made differently would result in the same moral outcome. It's less selective breeding for particular traits and more like basing the face mold of your android based off somebody's porn viewing habits like in that movie ex machina with Oscar Isaac.
All that being said he was designing a monster to impress German and Swiss scientists in the 17th century of course there were eugenics involved in his reasoning on the features. But the loosely implied eugenics are not even the most racist thing about the book either. It takes time out of its day to be orientalist as fuck. When Clerval comes to school he's taking fucking oriental studies which lumps together Arab Indian and Chinese philosophy, when the monster is living in the out house of the peasants an Arab woman named Safie arrives and her whole motive for being there is that she is trying to marry Felix because in the west women are allowed to have a station in society(citation needed) and if she went back to those barbaric Muslim countries she would be forced to join a harem. And then Clerval decides his calling is to quote "aid in the European colonization of India" and that line is just glossed over, he's a completely sympathetic character, and he dies at Adam's hands before he can do it. But I don't particularly blame Mary Shelley for any of that because who was gonna tell her that that's racist? It's the background radiation on society at the time. I hope if I ever get published people reading my book in 200 years will think of me as a pioneering trans author in my genre who was low key racist because it will mean society got better on the race issue.
Anyway tl;dr maybe, but reading the creature as a stand in for marginalized people is reading way against text (I think if you're reading it as a trans allegory the against text reading could work but a racial minority reading falls apart very quickly). The book contains orientalism that is jarring to a modern audience so let's not put the cart before the horse. It like most novels written in a year that starts with a 1, is a product of its time and requires that you read it with that in mind. it's part of how you read a book
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24-Hour Diner || Paul Stanley
[Paul Stanley x Fem!Reader]
Summary: Paul falls for waitress at a diner
Warnings: fluff, anxiety
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As a relaxed fan of the famous KISS, I never expected to end up being with the lead singer, especially due to my awkward nature aswell as just being average human being.
I worked as a waitress at a 24-hour diner when I met him. It was around eleven at night and the place was basically empty. I didn’t recognise him at first, I was used to his makeup and crazy costumes, but as he started talking, it hit me.
“I’m Paul by the way,” he smiled. My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to shake off the shock, it probably wasn’t Paul Stanley as my mind was so roan my just playing tricks on me.
“Y/N,” I smile as I carry on cleaning the marble counter tops. Working in a diner is one way to build my social skills as men keep starting conversations with me. However, Paul was different.
“What a beautiful name,” he smiled as he placed his mug back down. Just as he does so the song I Love it Loud by KISS starts to play from the radio and I must have been humming the tune as he started to chuckle.
“Kiss fan?” He ask with a smirk.
“I enjoy their music,” I smile in response. I look at he face closely as I try to work out if it’s really him and it must have been obvious.
“Yes,” he sighs.
“I beg your pardon?” I replied in confusion.
“I’m Paul Stanley,” he answers. I give him a skeptical look. “What you don’t believe me?”
“I mean you sound like him but anyone with a New York accent and the same bone structure could say they’re Paul Stanley,” I shrug, “I’ve white bald dudes claiming to be Prince.”
“Fair point,” he raises his eyebrows. “I guess you’re just gonna have to trust me, sweetheart.”
I blush at the nickname and decided it was the perfect time to clean table 15 because I knew if I responded I would stutter awkwardly. Why is socialising so stressful, jeez.
After five minutes, Paul orders something to eat and sparks up another conversation. He asked me questions and told genuinely funny jokes. 25 minutes past by in the blink of an eye and he started to flirt more.
“You sure blush a lot,” he comments.
“How could I not,” I smile back at him with confidence that appeared from nowhere, “with a hot guy like you flirting with me.”
“Hot?” His smirks. I nod. “Glad to know you think that. What time do you get off work?”
“In about..” I turn around quickly to glance at the clock, “35 minutes. Why?”
“Because I would like to take you on a nice walk so I could talk to you when your not working,” he answers. “I better order again.”
“A walk at quarter past 12?” I raise an eyebrow.
“I promise to be on my best behaviour,” he winks again. Usually I would politely decline, this is how a horror movie would start, but I genuinely like the guy and he seems to have a real interest in me. I was acting stupid.
“I guess I can go on a walk with you,” I smile as I grab the coffee pot to make my rounds.
As soon as my coworker walked through the glass doors, my shift was over. “I’ll be one second,” I smile at Paul before I rush off to the tiny cupboard that was turned into the changing room.
I threw off my work attire and replaced it with the outfit I was wearing earlier today. I stuffed the work dress into my locker and grabbed my bag. I tried to act casual as I walked up to the musician. It still hasn’t fully hit me that the famous Starchild was talking to me.
“Ready to go, doll?” He asks. I nod and he takes it upon himself to link arms with me as he chivalrously opens the door for me.
We walked around the luminous streets of New York as we carried on talking about everything and anything. From our family to our favourite movies. I didn’t even realise long we’ve been strolling around aimlessly until my ankles started to hurt. I looked at my watch to see it was 1:40 am. “Shit. It’s late,” I swore, “my roommates going to be getting worried about me.”
“Oh I’m sorry for keeping you out so late. It’s unusual for me to find somebody who is genuine and listens to what I have to say,” he apologises. “I’ll wave you a cab.”
“It’s late. I have a guest room if you wanna crash or something,” I suggest, I wanted to spend more time with him. I have never felt like this before.
“I have to sadly decline. If I come home with you I don’t think I will be able to resist you,” he answers truthfully, “I want you to know I enjoyed your company and I don’t want to make you think I just wanted to take advantage of a fan.”
I turned a shade dark red, “I understand.”
“Can I have your number so I can ask you to dinner some time?” He inquired. I nod and write my umber on his hand with the pen he had for autographs in his pocket.
“Goodnight,” I say ask I open the door to the cab.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
One date turned into five dates, five dates turned into a 4 months long relationship, that turns into a year anniversary which turns into an engagement.
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