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raisa-delacruz · 2 years

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In an evolving world people have come up with different ideals, concepts, and standards but as Filipinos move forward some are left behind clinging onto their known culture and religious beliefs. That leads to one of the biggest issues the Filipinos are facing right now, the acceptance of LGBTQ+ community, a group of people that do not conform on these said standard of the society in terms of sexuality, and self expression. Homophobia, a word to describe the hatred and negative attitude/feelings towards homosexuality or to those people that does not follow the gender norms. As stated earlier as the acceptance for the community has been continuously dismissed, homophobia has been rampant to the point that it leads to what we call social injustice. The people in the community experienced abuse, have been treated unfairly and worse have been refused to have an equal basic human rights.

Knowing the severity of the problem the best way to address the issue is to identify the root of the problem first. We can not simply eradicate something that we do not even know in the first place. Acknowledging the power of the internet, we can also use social media platforms to address the alarming issue. Aside from that we can also create organisations or campaigns that have an objective of educating people about the community. In addition to that we can create fun events that will educate them in a more fun and engaging way. There should be some positive representation of them in society too, instead of just portraying them as someone funny and goofy, leading to people not taking them and their experiences seriously.

As a youth that does not have that much means to make a big move to address this issue, the best thing I can do is to educate myself and those small groups of people around me. I should know the small ways I can do to not be part of the problem, such as simply avoiding laughing at jokes that mock them or statements that clearly oppressed the people in the community. Disallowing people around me to project prejudice towards the people I know that is part of the said community can be a big help to even though it might seem like a small gesture. Aside from that I can also use my social media to continuously share my thoughts and opinion about the rights the community deserves to have. These little things can make a big change, and can help the community so we should take it as a start to address the issue in our own ways.

If an individual can do such things as stated earlier, the Government as the law governing body plays a vital role on this issue too. They should be the one that actively addresses the issue as they have the means to give the right and protection the community deserves to have and are entitled to have. They have the power to enforce law and guidelines that provide a safe space for the community for example making the Sexual Orientation and Gender Identity Expression Equality Bill also known as SOGIE Bill that aims to implement laws to prohibit various forms of economic and public accommodation-related discrimination against people based on their sexual orientation, gender identity into an actual law, or legalizing Civil Union to allow them to have a marriage like arrangement that is legally recognized by the law. These two are just examples of the things the government can do that can not completely eradicate the stigma but at least can lessen it. (Dela Cruz, Raisa N.–ABM11-03)

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Homophobia, this one word is the social injustice that most people in LGBTQ+ are facing right now, specifically in our country. We have millions of people in the Philippines and most of the people I know do not want to welcome gay people or the LGBTQ+ in their way of living. And that is the problem that we have to find a solution to as soon as possible.

As the problem is being talked about right now, we can address it one by one if we are welcome to be educated and to learn about them. They are also human beings who wants to live without being criticized, be feared, and be abandoned by the people around them.

In a way that I know, we should be more open about the things that we have right now in our country. Each people has their own story to tell and has their struggle or problem to solve. We started this blog on this platform because we want people to see what is the current issue, welcome the people around them and learn about them. We encourage you to be open-minded while reading this blog. And if you are one of those people who feared or criticize the LGBTQ+ please take time to read because they don't deserve the hate and the criticism that people throw to them.

As I voice out what I can do to lessen or to educate those people that are homophobic, the government should also do their part in this kind of situation. As they've said, "everything is political". And if a single party or individual can do many things, such as making blogs, vlogs, and articles, to educate those people who wants to be educated about this sensitive topic, what more about the government who leads the country? And speaking of the government and the laws they made, there is the SOGIE bill that is made to protect people from the hate and discrimination that they are facing in this generation. It may not be able to eliminate all of the mistreatment that they are facing, but at the very least they have the law to protect them against those who treat them badly.

In conclusion, I am encouraging you to welcome the LGBTQ+ in our lives and treat them fairly because as I've mentioned earlier, they are also human who want to be understood in any way. (Lajara, Alea Nicole A.–ABM11-03)

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As teenagers begin to assimilate signals from the outside world in order to develop and express their own gendered identities, society's firm adherence to the gender binary, as well as its norms of behavior and interests for boys and girls, will have a significant impact. Because children are bombarded with messages that their gender identity is determined by what clothing they wear or don't wear, how they style their hair, and how they act, you may find that your counter-message of gender equality and universality is challenged. So far, we've been able to deal with the matter by Physical aggression, name-calling, put-downs, 'jokes,' sexual harassment, threats of property damage, social isolation, and internet bullying are all examples of homophobic bullying. However, LGBT students in the Philippines suffer major issues that jeopardize their safety, health, and educational rights. The Department of Education admits in its new policy that LGBT children are still at significant risk of physical, psychological, and sexual abuse in schools and that many LGBT students do not feel comfortable reporting instances to school officials despite existing legal safeguards. The policy outlines what DepEd officials and school administrators should do to make schools more gender-responsive. Training school personnel to respond to bullying and discrimination in the classroom; incorporating gender, sexuality, and human rights into teacher training programs and school curricula; and observing and celebrating Women's Month, LGBT Pride Month, and Human Rights Month.

by confronting them and reminding them that not everyone is straight. since they want to be in a healthy community, Reduce homophobia and bullying of individuals who want to be themselves completely. There are specific ways for the Department of Education to transform platitudes into protections. Rather than criticizing it, the Department of Education should adopt a uniform policy forbidding discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity in all public and private schools, and teach school workers to implement it. In light of widespread abuse of transgender students, which can lead to them missing class, skipping school, or even dropping out, the Department of Education should direct all public and private schools to allow students to wear uniforms, have hairstyles, and use facilities that correspond to their self-identified gender identity.

In conclusion, I believe that everyone should be informed about this problem. Treat everyone fairly and be truthful to yourself. (Dellosa, Jan Loreen R.–ABM11-03)

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Social injustice (homophobia) is one of the challenges that a Filipino faces in his/her daily life. Homophobia, stigma, and prejudice can be particularly challenging for young homosexual, bisexual, and other males who have sex with men. These negative attitudes increase their odds of being subjected to violence, including bullying, teasing, harassment, physical assault, and suicidal behavior. We can handle these challenges in our own way by giving respect and treating everyone equally, regardless of their sexual orientation or gender identity. Gay and bisexual men, along with their relatives and friends, can take steps to alleviate the physical and mental effects of homophobia, stigma, and prejudice. Having social support is one approach to coping with the stress of stigma and discrimination. According to studies, homosexual men who have good social support from family, friends, and the gay community have higher self-esteem, a more positive group identity, and better mental health.

By decreasing stigma, prejudice, and social injustice, the government can also assist young homosexuals, bisexuals, and other males who have sex with men. A healthy environment is related to less despair, suicidal emotions, substance abuse, and unexcused school absences among LGBT people. It can be managed by enforcing the following policies and procedures: supporting respect for all people, especially homosexuals, and forbidding bullying, harassment, or violence against anyone. Encourage the community and other government officials to produce and publicize training on how to provide safe and supportive environments for persons of all sexual orientations and gender identities and encourage individuals to participate. Whether you are a government official, gay or straight, you can help reduce homophobia, stigma, discrimination in your country, and even the negative health consequences. Supporting a family member, friend, or coworker, for instance, can make a big difference. (Nollan, Marilou L.–ABM11-03)

#educational purposes #blog fyi

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parseisflat · 3 years

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helena ravenclaw is a dead lesbian icon

#catch me latching onto female ghosts in media #that get like one minute of screen time #and then project my sexuality and various problems onto them #mandy jenny and now helena lets gooo #helena is a bitter lesbian queen and i need to find her a ghost girlfriend #a silly little fanfic perhaps where she is actually happy bc goddamn she is so bitter #please shes underrated #helena ravenclaw #hp #annie original #she’s so deeply sad and guilty and has been for centuries #and she’s just floating around in hogwarts and she must be so lonely #being a ghost must be so dreary #you’re just. stuck #oh i got some ideas in me now #really i just want to cry #i wonder how she feels when she floats past the room of rwquirement #knowing what’s inside #knowing what she did #i bet she’s constantly reminded of voldemort just by being in hogwarts. she must see him everywhere #and she has nowhere else to go

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crockersbian · 2 years

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porrim is bizzare. lots of people like her for good reasons, latching onto one of painfully few homestuck characters with anything close to “progressive” ideologies portrayed in a positive light, also she’s one of few trolls that are shown to be bi outside the context of jokes or being portrayed as predatory, an extremely rare moment of the text actually supporting Alternians (or. beforans.) being binormative. she was also one of few not-a-flaming-trainwreck-of-stereotypes-bigotry-sexual-harassment-and-jokes-at-the-expense-of-minorities characters to appear outta what is loosely referred to as the dancestor “arc”.

she’s my least favorite dancestor and one of my least favorite characters in homestuck. while she’s by no means as *evil* as Cronus or Meenah (or Meulin...) and isn’t a horrendous derogatory stereotype like Damara, Mituna, Kankri, Horuss, Meulin, Cronus, or Meenah (those two again.. jfc hussie), the fact that she’s generally portrayed by hussie as ‘kinda alright, the cool sort of social justice type that isn’t as much of a wokescold as kankri plus shes hot and has tattoos’ is kinda what makes her loathesome to me? like. the actual text. She claims feminism, but (and i should stress this) Because Hussie Is Slash Was A Dipshit, her stances on just about EVERYTHING is weird as shit. The foremost thing is that she insists troll society is patriarchal, and while i could accept it (just bc the literal ‘archy is headed by a woman doesn’t mean a society cannot place men foremost above women, hell in my Homestuck kinda-au-kinda-remake version of all this shit Alternia *is* still patriarchal in a strange ephemeral quasi-egalitarian way) the actual world-building we ever get for troll society absolutely *fails* to make that clear. If anything her vague claims of societal designation by male hands (in reference to English’s stuff??) come off like what i can only describe as quasifeminist Condesce apologia??? In the context of the worldbuilding hussie made for himself it feels bizzare to place ones emphasis as an “activist” of societal problems on general mistreatment of women when the only lens through which we are given towards the culture as a whole (outside the main cast which... is still largely gender-ambivalent outside of denigrating unfit boys for “weakness” seemingly indicating they’re held to a higher standard???) is MINDFANG’S NARRATIVE??? Not even Doc Scratch’s own take on historical events was as superficially biased as Hussie would (as a shit worldbuilder) use to establish societal norms for trolls more broadly.

Also she like. Hussie (at least at the time of writing her) was very much not a beacon of trans positivity. Or class consciousness. Or anti-racism. Or anti-ableism. And in her being what Hussie (at least at the time) thought of as “a better, more chill social justice type”, she has more than a few moments where she just comes off as... i want to call it “cryptoterfy” but it goes beyond that. Cis-focused-to-the-point-of-tacitly-erasing-trans-people-at-best White Able-Bodied Sex-Positive-But-In-The-Way-That-Is-Unwilling-To-*Constructively*-Question-What-Drives-People-To-Be-Sex-Negative-And-Also-Reluctant-To-Stand-Up-To-People-Using-Kink-Language-To-Normalize-Racism-And-Commodified-Fetishization-Of-Other-People (pornhub feminism?) Extremely-Condescending-To-People-In-The-Neurodiversity-Movement “Stop Trying To Criticise My Game For Fetishizing Homophobia And/Or Rape I’m Queer And That Makes It Ok!” Not-Even-Perceivable-As-Feminist-At-This-Point. Most of that is me projecting every subset of online progressive shit (bar a few that are undeniably inapplicable) but like.. I’ll put it as “hussie constructed a character largely defined by her political stances who wouldn’t be out-of-character to be any collection of those things, despite them all being an assortment of various contradictory-to-each-other-usually-IRL buzzwords with little relation to anything remotely positive”. The fact i associate most of these (MOST, she is still canonically a fucker regarding Latula’s badly-written-in-a-way-that-makes-this-topic-fucking-stupid-to-have-serious-analysis-of coolgirl shtick in a critique that parallels gendercrits blaming “female” gender nonconformity on “associating womanhood with weakness and trying to compensate for it” on top of just being fucking shitty to tear into someone about, and she is also in this fucking ugly abelist trying-and-failing-to-be-codependent-on-her-end mommy dynamic with Kankri where she tries to know better than him for his own... good???)

All of... that only makes her juxtaposition with Kankri even fucking wierder. Kankri is... basically a strawman. A strawman composed of self-contradictory points made by someone who saw tumblr users attempting to form distinct ideals of what “social justice” should mean and interpreted that as all one person. He’s a staunch advocate for people’s self-determination, even in cases as allegedly-by-the-text “stupid” as Cronus wanting slash believing slash being a human complete with trans terminology which is fucking *heinous* given its the only time topics of gender dysphoria are even REMOTELY broached by official HS content up until the irredeemable slurry of the post-canon and the... just kinda extant without any satisfaction or meaning of the pesterquest coding. (which decided to tie itself in with post-canon despite having no fucking reason to and it’d’ve been SO much more reasonable for them to distance themselves from the postcanon and *not* bring in “ult” dirk because then the homestuck brand could actually show its, like, diverse enough to alienate a chunk of its audience with one product and still try to retain their interest with another???) Kankri breaks the fourth wall and recognizes Mituna as a horrendously offensive caricature of those with mental disabilities (especially those with brain damage but also extending beyond that bc when hussie makes a stereotype he casts the broadest net possible), while simultaneously NOT breaking the fourth wall and shaming someone with brain damage for not being disabled in a way he thinks is palatable enough, shaming him for being a “bad example” of his ilk. (All of which allows hussie to make a horrendous stereotype, lampshade himself doing that, and find a way to implicate people IRL complaining about it as “policing disabled people”.) He cites Porrim’s feminism as pseudoscience iirc, but then brings up the actually kinda correct point that she’s effectively appropriating human feminist talking points for *her* own gratification and applying them to a society that (unintentionally seemingly on hussies part) DOESN’T have the same problems/??? Also his language is a parody of intersectional leftism thats seemingly done purely out of spite i have no idea why hussie showed such loathing for the mere concept that more than one problem can exist in a culture and once and that said problems interact with each other in strange ways but jfc. Also hussie thinks trigger warnings are embarassing and i don’t fucking believe you if you try to claim it was only about people “not understanding what triggers are but applying them to everything”.

Which. I mean. What i’m trying to say is that canon Porrim is kinda shit on her own but her placement as the “better” of two condescending blowhards makes this shit a nightmare. I struggle to enjoy fan depictions of her at *all* still mainly bc the homestuck fandom hasn’t had a new critical thought about the not-plot-significant dancestors in like a decade, so any assumption of “oh shes not like that in this” is based purely upon my own good faith which is almost entirely gone from my body at this point because over a decade of the homestuck fandom in all its incest-loving homophobic vriskaesque “glory” is absolutely soul-destroying.

#none of this is meant as an attack on people who like her #again see the first paragraph #theres a lot you can do with her character in your head after never rereading the dancestor arc firsthand again. its alright.#its not like vriska where shes oftentimes (i.e. NOT ALWAYS) a red flag for inventing reasons to sympathize with an abuser #(you can like vriska but if you try to act like shes an even halfway passable example of 'messy trauma victim' rep then like. holy shit.)#(hell. I like vriska. admittedly only because retcon vriska absorbed every malignant theme outta the other better one. but i like her!)#(just. don't pretend an egotistical murderer and ableist bully continuing to be all of those besides 'murderer' makes a her a better person #than the version of her that actually stopped being ALL OF THOSE THINGS. AND NEVER GOT A CHANCE AT TRUE DOING-GOOD-STUFF-NOW REDEMPTION BECA #BECAUSE THE OTHER VERSION OF HERSELF GOT RETCONNED INTO EXISTENCE STOLE THE SPOTLIGHT AND CONTINUED TO SPOUT BORDERLINE EUGENICIST RHETORIC)#'ghost vriska got a bunch of ghosts killed and then fucked off to hide selfishly with only the woman grooming her for company how horrible!'#bitch if the characters arc reaches a dead end you can just... gasp... write her a REASON to get back involved in altruistic pursuits while #still having learned that she isn't the fucking center of the universe?#sorry that this turned into a vriska rant i just. ack.#people need to learn the difference between a character being cruel as a character trait and a story slash narrative slash fandom endorsing #that cruelty and taking pleasure in it???

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cryptidofthekeys · 2 years

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Captainsona (ISWM)

I kinda tried to keep him a lil basic so I could add more on in the future if need be but uh I always fail at that, my need to create a sona I know I’ll be happy with in the long run outweighs my need to leave a bit of a blank slate so I could adjust to the story but ANYWAYS uh here he is!

...At this point you can uh REALLY tell I don’t like making human sonas or ocs much, bc I didn’t wanna make him human at all

| Real Name: Xokiniuth (nobody knows his real name and uh let’s keep it that way shall we?)

| Chosen Name: Chase (imma just give him my name lmao)

| Nickname: Sometimes goes by Cryptid for some reason

| Gender: Trans FtM (He/Him)

| Sexuality: Pansexual

| Age: [REDACTED]

| Height: 5’5”

| Species/Race: Demon

| Occupation: Captain of the Invincible II

| Eye Color: (not that you’ll see these two things BUT just bc i like to be descriptive) His eye color is Gunmetal Blue, turns fully black when angered

| Hair Color: Dark Brown (Spiky Quiff, also he dyed it a dark purple on top)

| Body Type: Doesn’t matter what form he’s in for this one, he’s overall pretty chubby

| Appearance: Okay before I get to the descriptive appearance, you’ll most likely NEVER EVER see him without the spacesuit and helmet on- he gets very defensive when asked about it but never explains why he doesn’t wanna take the outfit off but I’ll get to that in a bit, he’s got light purple skin, his fingers, hands, and a bit down his wrists are pitch black, it almost looks like clouds of pure darkness surrounding those areas

The space suit in question on his body is a black one, his entire outfit is black except for his gloves, boots, and the helmet which are dark purple- the suit has a bunch of various patches, one is the trans flag and the other is the pan flag, another few I can name off are a skull hand extending a middle finger, one is of two skeletons kissing in a coffin that says ‘Love wins’ at the bottom, one patch says ‘I’d fuck an alien’ ITS A JOKE PATCH- and then finally he has a red anatomically correct heart patch that has a knife through it with blood on the tip and it says ‘Horror Movies’ in fancy cursive writing, the rest of the patches- eh if anyone ever drew my lad here, you could slap whatever ya want on him, because he’d wear the edgiest or stupidest fucking patches i swear, he’d wear one that just had an ass on it that SAID just the word ‘Ass’

He has pointed ears, razor sharp teeth, black horns that point and curve upwards with dark purple tips, of course he has black claws (he painted his middle claws a dark purple to match his aesthetic lmao), his pupils are slit btw I forgot to mention that (yes, they would do the thing cat’s do when excited), he has a forked tongue bc of course he does, and finally he’s got a long black tail with purple fluff at the tip of it (the tip of his tail is fluffy and soft basically) he wears dark purple gauges on his ears, he has a circle beard bc when it comes to sonas that I make or a lotta OCs in general, usually they have a beard lmao.

He has top surgery scars as well, that’s the only scarring on him pretty much- I’m going to try not to project ENTIRELY onto this dude lmao, I’ll spare him the trauma …Well, for now anyways- ahem- ANYWAYS- yeah that’s uh p much all for appearance.

| Personality: I don’t wanna waste too much time so I’ll try to keep it basic for now, Xo is a little shit who loves to cause trouble, loves to cause problems, he seems to be pretty much carefree, confident and cool, he does seem to get too cocky for his own good from time to time, Xo does whatever he wants WHEN he wants, he might as well after all he’s got ALL the time in the world now doesn’t he? Hahaha- Xo might seem carefree but deep down he cares, he cares a LOT actually, he cares and worries and fears way more than he should …About a lot of things but if I listed them we’d be here all day, the one thing I’ll list him worrying and fearing about is being found out…

Xo has a lot of anxieties deep down and that right there is one of the BIG ones, him being found out, aka someone seeing that he’s not actually a human… He worries how the crew, how his friends, how they’d all react… After all, Xo knows how most humans feel about demons, it’s why he gets so defensive and hostile about taking off the suit and helmet, under NO circumstances is the captain’s suit and or helmet to be removed, no MATTER what the situation may be- That’s literally a rule he made up, Xo will not allow anyone to remove his attire and that’s final. Xo might be a little shit and try to put up as many walls and fronts as he can but there’s always that fear of being found out looming over his head…

He’s very feral, constantly causing a ruckus and problems, loves to jump out of the airlock for some reason multiple times, VERY MUCH loves fixing it from the outside as well, and also finds it funny to toss Mark around. If I could describe Xok with a meme it’d just be the ‘Hey how y’all- *snarling and growling* AHHH!!! GET YO FUCKIN DOG BITCH- it dont bite YES IT DO GET-’ that one

| Side Facts: Xok gets along with a lot of the crew it seems, not so much with Celci but he still respects Cel for sure… He respects them all! I mean they are his friends even if he can be an annoying shithead… I’ll go ahead and say the characters Xo would get along with the MOST would be Burt, Chica, Gunther especially (fuck yeah! Let’s blow some shit the fuck u p!), Mark but only when the ‘HELL YEAH’ choice comes into play more specifically, seems to ESPECIALLY love Wug and Bandit, borderline has a crush on those two but shh-

Xok doesn’t know a LOT about humans, hell, he can’t even remember fully how he got here, he doesn’t remember much about getting into space, but he feels like he’s had other journeys before, he feels like going on this adventure feels oddly… Familiar but it’s probably nothing! Xok is just curious about humans, they seem cool from the friends he has made so far up in space (...has he made friends before, in previous timelines…? …Well- Xok probably doesn’t remember so lmao, his memory is kinda screwed up) as far as Xo knows this is his first time meeting humans and getting to know them! And it’s in space! Hell Yeah!!! Space is awesome, its so vast and such a completely different sight than something like Hell p much!

Xok never learned to hide any of his features, he was never taught to blend in with humans, so he doesn’t have the slightest clue how… He REALLY wishes he did though, he wishes he learned how somewhere along the lines, it’d make this easier and he wouldn’t have to wear this outfit all the time but he can’t take any risks, because he just knows (its what his mind thinks) he k n o w s if the others see him, they’ll either start panicking, try to shun him away, or worse- they’ll turn on him and kill him …But enough angst- let’s have some fun in space and remember! Like I said before! ATTC! Always Trust The Captain! Hahahaha, he knows what he’s doing! <3

#iswm #in space with markiplier #iswm sona #ATTC: Always Trust The Captain #everybody can make such normal and p presentable sonas and then i just come along like #fuck YEAH!! THROW THIS GREASY LIL FUCKER INTO THE MIX #LETS THROW A FERAL ENTITY INTO THE MIX OF ALL THESE COOL SONAS/OCs

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camilliar · 3 years

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recs for someone new to omgcp

[February 2021.]

Reading, or not reading, OMGCP fics has come up in a couple of conversations I’ve had recently with artists newish to the fandom (ie. @jovishark; @decafffff), who are making OMGCP art (!!!) but haven’t started exploring fic -- but maybe want to? Which of course reminded me that I’ve never bothered to make an actual, concrete recs list for this fandom. So, I mean. Here is one.

The approach is, what do I think about when I think about OMGCP fanfic? What comes to mind, what stands out to me? I have excluded some very popular fics. Some of these I just don’t think are very good, and others I do think are good, and/or I enjoy them, but I don’t see why you’d need me, specifically, to recommend them. I am thinking of a story like maybe i’m waking up, which I discuss below because I link to a podfic of it. It has a lot of merits, to be sure, but it’s the second-most-read fic in this fandom by hits, and it’s got thousands of comments, and it’s by an author whose work is relatively widely praised and circulated. I am not sure what telling you more about this fic will add to the conversation; if you want to find and read it, you inevitably will. I’m happy to, say, answer asks about these kinds of fics, or talk more generally about them via DM or whatever. Feel free.

Also, I don’t think there’s a point to pretending to be objective about fanfic; this list has a perspective and that perspective is mine. In this fandom I largely read stories that navigate the tension around Jack, Bitty, and Parse, in various permutations. This is not to say that I’ve never read fic about the frogs, or that I have no interest at all in other pairings, but I am by no means an expert on Dex/Nursey and can really only speak to the one fic about them that sticks out to me because it goes beyond being merely Dex/Nursey and does something else. This is just to say that I am sure there are great and interesting fics about other things and ideas--but I’m not the person to hear about those from.

Likewise, I’m not super interested in stories that really reproduce that which is already in OMGCP. I like Zimbits--albeit maybe not in the ways or for the reasons most fans would--but I do not really need to see endless iterations of the same story about them falling in love and being cute together. I don’t think these stories are bad or they shouldn’t exist or that they have no merit by default. Still, I don’t need fanfic to give me more OMGCP. I need fanfic to complicate, to comment on, and to transform OMGCP. Many people don’t work like this! Totally okay! But I can’t rec you fics that do that.

What I have noticed, however, is that over time there appears to have been a shift in how people do write fic for this fandom. (Other than, you know, increases and decreases in activity pending the status of the comic, pairings going in and out of vogue, and so on.) Early on, say during Y1 and Y2, the comic was about the group of friends having a cool time at college together; about whether the burgeoning attraction between Jack and Bitty would manifest and, if so, how; and, especially, Jack’s past coming into fuller view for Bitty and how it would have to be dealt with in order for a relationship between them to work. YMMV on how great the comic executed there, but as Y3 went on these themes increasingly disappeared from the story. I think this means a lot of fic written over 2015-2016 or 2017 has one kind of tone, and was written mostly around these questions; after that, it feels like a new crop of writers and a new crop of ideas started circulating, that is, either embracing Jack and Bitty’s canon relationship and accepting its relative straightforwardness in text--or deconstructing it, imagining what readers aren’t seeing, or how problems not dealt with in the comic would manifest later. People who have read my fic know which of these I’m mainly interested in exploring.

All of which is to say, looking at what I’m reccing here, when the fics were posted or when I first read them probably has a lot to do with why they stick out to me so much. Because there’s no real culture of fanfic criticism--and I mean that in the positivist sense of broad evaluation not explicitly for fault and merit but rather, for context--I think it’s really hard to keep this in mind. But I’m obnoxious and I can’t just be easy about things.

Fic recs

In alphabetical order, somewhat unsorted; if a stand-alone fic has a summary I’ve included it, but in other cases I’ve recced a couple of conceptually related fics or series, which I’ve tried to just describe or explain as opposed to copying the summary off AO3.

There are so many more fanfics I think are great and worth reading! In an ideal world I’d come back and add more later, or create a secondary list that’s more along the lines of “if you like this, read these,” or whatever. But, being realistic, this is a starter kit. I’m open to talking about fanfic.

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7-0-2 by Idday; Friends in Low Places and Sorry for the Blood in Your Mouth; I Wish it was Mine by blue_rocket_frost | I’m not sure it would be correct to say that I don’t like Parse/Tater, or that I’m not interested in Parse/Tater. I’m not interested in Patater a priori; I think it could be interesting, with teeth. These fics stick out to me when I think about this pairing, because they feel different. Accusations of a preference for just linking any two white men who happen to be hanging around have validity, but because of what hockey is and how it works and who’s hanging around it, it’s not exactly a leap to imagine what kind of gritty spark the friction between two closeted NHL players would create. A little violence in your sex? A little sex in your violence.

A Sight Worth Seeing by sadtomato | A four-fic Jack/Bitty/Shitty/Lardo explicit BDSM series. Either you want that or you don’t. It’s nothing hardcore, and not properly a four-way, really; more properly a kind of voyeuristic round-robin. There’s a more open and egalitarian view of sex here than I really get from the characters in the back end of the comic. It’s an expansive, propulsive view of sex and relationships that’s really nice to see. I love Lardo's detached coolness, and Bitty as a smooth operator; if you’re looking for some kind of Dom/sub dynamics world, this really isn’t it, but it’s a lively exploration into the sexual dynamics in a group of friends that’s super close to the good-times vibe you get from Haus scenes in the first couple years of extras.

call me son (one more time) by Summerfrost, Verbyna, and blithelybonny | This is a series, incomplete, and you will love it or be massively put off by it. I mean that as a compliment. I love it. The premise is, Bob Zimmermann and Kent Parson have been having sex since Kent was, like, 19. Everyone in this story has been chewed up: by themselves, by each other, by hockey. Plainly, this is a pretty bleak view of what OMGCP, as a story, is supposedly offering. If you want fic that is dark and glamorous, treading the toxic melange of substance abuse, sex-as-sublimation, and so much money you can’t possibly throw all of it away without trying, this series has that sick-inducing shimmer to it. But, again, its strength is its examination of Kent Parson, textually and meta-textually, as someone to be projected onto. Bob, Alicia, Jack, and Bitty all impute certain feelings of their own onto him, displacing their own issues to a character who’s centralized in every fic but defies neat or total comprehension. Some critiques I’ve read of this series feel it’s too dark, and I’ve also seen it argued on FFA that an overwhelming amount of praise heaped onto these stories has made it tough for other writers to make headway in writing Bob/Kent fic. But I’m also not sure you could engage with Bob/Kent fic without going down this road at some point? I’m sure there are ways to scale it back, but ultimately it’s a story about how hockey’s violent, homophobic, old-guard gatekeeping has continued to set the terms for a younger and ostensibly less toxic culture. I fully embrace PWP fics that tread on the power dynamic without fully excavating it, but buried within any PWP is the fact that a 53-year-old man is ensnaring a 19-year-old, no matter how much the latter is, realistically, into it, and legally empowered to consent. Not to mention the dynamics of it being a 53-year-old man who is the father of the 19-year-old’s ex-boyfriend, and a 53-year-old man who is an eminence grise in the field the 19-year-old is trying to make a career in The sexual element--the vaguely incestuous nature of it--is making textual the subtext of how hockey works, actually: objectification of teenage bodies as older men’s capital.

Coach Z by thistidalwave | Just before the 2009 NHL Entry Draft, tp prospect Jack Zimmermann overdoses on his anxiety medication and is admitted to rehab. His future turns from a clear-cut road to the top into an uncertain path filled with therapy appointments, ignored text messages, a group of boys who aren't there to teach him a lesson about himself, and, of course, hockey. | I keep reccing this fic because it has 360 comments on AO3 but nobody, as far as I can tell, has ever read it; it never appears on rec lists. This isn’t the kind of fanfic I usually go in for, but I can’t help being charmed by it. This is a character study in the truest sense, a kind of Mighty Ducks-but-better view on what Jack’s time coaching peewee hockey might have been like. I have no interest in kids and my own aesthetic is maybe a little darker than this, but I admire this story because it injects vibrancy into a period of Jack’s life that OMGCP has left largely unexplored, and so has the fandom. We know nothing about what made Jack want to go to college, nothing about how he spent his days in between juniors and Samwell. It posits a very sympathetic and patient Jack/Parse dynamic, showcasing the exact kind of ragged teenage push-and-pull that would have led to the circumstances we see in Parse I-III. The outside perspective Jack needs is largely present in an OFC who’s not a love interest. Super unique, somehow both engrossing and low-key.

#dirtbags by angularmomentum | A series that is a Kent Parson/Claude Giroux fuckfest with feelings. I’ve long suspected that Parse is popular in part because he is the character who most easily elides OMGCP with the actual NHL, or rather, NHL fandom; I think he made it appealing to write OMGCP fics where the NHL is a factor. Case in point, this series, which is basically “what if Kent Parson was a real hockey player and therefore part of NHL RPS”? I have only read some NHL RPS, so I’m not the person to assess accuracy, but what I do know is superstar IRL hockey players take turns here as the caricature fanfic versions of themselves, and since Kent Parson is already that, it’s great how seamlessly he integrates into their social fabric. Rambunctious energy peppered with regret and loss, but ultimately this series is farcical, and it doesn’t take its sentimental ending too seriously--which, good.

fated to pretend by nighimpossible | 5 Jack/Kent fics that Ransom and Holster dramatically reenact for the Haus + the truth. | As a fic format, 5+1 doesn’t usually work for me, but this one isn’t just front-loaded with five too-knowing vignettes; it then wraps up by using its +1 better than you might expect. Sometimes I talk about economy of fic, and this one exemplifies it. A zero-waste fic.

go ahead and move along by originally | "Leave, Parse," Jack says. Again. Or: Kent finds himself stuck in a time loop. | Kent Parson is trapped in a Groundhog Day scenario on the day of Epikegster. I’m sure you can imagine, just from that, what happens. And yet I think this fic is super entertaining, reserving some key surprises. What this story is doing is something a lot, and perhaps even the majority, of great Jack/Parse fic wants to do: digging into the question of just why this can’t work in comic canon. Most often this is approached from the past, by writing teenage Jack/Parse deep-dives that examine their lives mid-juniors, or by writing AUs where enough circumstances are shifted that it does work, or via future fics that posit enough growth has happened, and enough things have changed. But this fic makes Parse live the same bad day again and again, testing multiple theories about just how dependent on circumstance and incident real life actually is. Another day, another tone, 10 minutes sooner, not at all--you just can’t know why it didn’t work until you exhaust every possible variable. I worry that this rec has sucked the life out of the story, though--it’s so fun!

I Saw a Life and Strange Lovers by @bluegrasshole | Most AUs in this fandom seem to retell the story in a new setting or with some big detail change, following OMGCP’s rhythm beat-for-beat. I think of this as, “It’s the plot of Check, Please, but” -- they’re doing high school football? They’re acrobats? They’re a/b/o? They’re in a DIY punk band? And so on. These two stories are not that! They’re both 1950s AUs, each deeply felt, and yet hugely different from each other. I Saw a Life is about displacement and fragmentation, two sides of a similar but incongruent social critique; Strange Lovers is a finely wrought social drama about coal mining in Nova Scotia in the 1950s, centered around historical events. I suppose a theme on this rec list is something like, “I don’t even like this, but” -- yes, okay, I don’t even like Dex/Nursey, but--! This fic is so overwhelmingly complete, the AU laid out so carefully that the story breathes with all the background details informing the writing that aren’t actually, in the story; you just know they’re below the surface. (With the exception of one investigation of Jack’s character in a short, separate fic.) I Saw a Life, meanwhile, really tests the limits of the notion that Jack and Bitty are soulmates--not by calling it into question but by asking, rather innovatively, how the setting and place of the comic itself activates that.

Les Hivers de mon enfance by staranise | What do you do when hockey is the language of prayer for your soul, and also the toxic thing that almost killed you? 2009: Jack Zimmermann takes a mental health year. God knows he needs it. | Here’s a fic by someone who’s no longer around so much, but she felt ubiquitous in 2016-2019 OMGCP fandom. Before any of that, though, she wrote this one lovely fic about Jack’s pre-Samwell recovery. The author is Canadian and really irritated by hockey culture, and I think this fic benefits greatly because she is clear-eyed about Jack’s being caught in an exploitative system; it’s hockey he’s in recovery for, in a way. There’s an epistolary element that works for me, too. I read this early on in my time in OMGCP fandom and it really stuck with me.

Lysistrata? I Hardly Know Her! (by which I mean everything) by @tomatowrites | It feels somehow like cheating to recommend OMGCP fanfics by my OMGCP BFF with whom I make an OMGCP podcast where we talk about OMGCP. You know the fics I really want to rec, like truly the ones that speak to some kind of shared depravity, are the ones where Jack is miserably mpreg for the second time and accidentally lets his kid see Kent Parson’s Long John Silver’s shrimp scampi promo spot, which obviously would get twisted into a self-hating three-way. How many times do I have to rec this fic? As many as I need to, is my feeling. If you don’t know, Long John Silver’s is an American fast-food chain that sells, like, fried pollock sandwiches; it is nautical-themed; I have never eaten there; I don’t know where there is one; I don’t eat fried fish. (Shrimp, on the other hand?) All of which is to say that it takes a real genius to investigate a premise that far out. And while a lot of people almost certainly will start reading this humanity’s depths-themed sex scene and back the fuck out, readers with refined taste will note that Kent, the point-of-view character, is right there with you, despairing that he can’t help himself. And so long as you’re in that story collection, honestly, you’ll love petite gems like Jack is transmasc, Jack and Shitty play hockey in 18th-century England, and oh, right, he’s from Georgia. Tomato holds the distinction of being probably the gamest author I know in this fandom, just really like fearless in her pursuit of any range of concept she’s pushed to. (I can push her to?) See, for example, a sublime bandom AU; Bitty is cancelled for buying a maybe-unethically exported Roman fragment of a youth’s torso; or, god, the masterwork that is this future fic series where Jack keeps relapsing and Bitty exiles him to their guesthouse. Do I think you need to read a fic where Bitty is snide about the teen prostitute whose baby they’re adopting? Yes, I mean, he would be snide, don’t tell me he wouldn’t. I could go on, but my main thing here is, if I have to pick just one, I’m going to pick this Lysistrata fic. The premise, literally, is that Bitty reads the Lysistrata and it gives him ideas. Like most of Tomato’s OMGCP fic, it’s a stripping away of the comic’s polite fiction that Jack and Bitty could possibly attain the ideal it reaches in the comic without some kind of messy, efflusive breakdown. Life is like that, you see! Tricky. Like a lot of people, although it’s tough to say precisely how many, I have always intuited that maybe Bitty is kind of a natural top? But obviously when you meet him, as a literal virgin, it’s hard to see how he’d go from zero to self-actualization so neatly. This fic floats a theory, and it has a fun little side plot for Whiskey, something I never thought about or needed before Tomato built it out herein. In conclusion, BONUS: Dex’s gay lobster novel.

only fools rush in and the light of all lights by decinq | This person wrote of the nature of the wound, one of the early, formative Jack/Bitty fics that was oft-recced when I was getting into the fandom in 2016. It forms part of a larger series that deals deeply with how Jack has been shaped by his struggles (? I hate this word) with homophobia and his own mental health. It’s a picture of the character as you might have imagined him much earlier in the comic’s run. The formatting is atrocious and he author’s flair is what Tomato would call “AO3 house style.” It’s a voice that works great for her writing. I think it’s at its best in these shorter fics; the former is about Parse and Shitty stumbling into a relationship almost accidentally; the latter, an eerie PBJ vampire fic. I had begun writing a fic where Parse is a vampire early on in this fandom, only to read this and immediately quit, because you only need one, and this one’s all I need. The Parse/Shitty rare pair fic shares its exuberance with hockey RPS when it’s good: here’s how fun it can be when you’re young, rich, and jocular. And I don’t even like accidental marriage AUs, they’re usually boring, so that says a lot. By all means, read the wound fic; read the entire series. But these are highly unusual.

OVERDOSE and Oomph and a little spin-o-rama by jedusaur | None of these are long, or plotty, and they’re all a little experimental. OVERDOSE is an AU set in a world where you know how you’ll die, but no details; Oomph, a little fic where Jack hears hockey pucks talking to him. This is the kind of stuff I used to think I’d find in fandom forever, coming out of Lotrips lurking in the 2000s: short, zany bursts of energy that surprise and delight. a little spin-o-rama peers at Kent’s character through the grim reality of being the hypertalented superstar stuck on a dead-last team. All three are sparse and stylish in a way that’s really smart, practically economical.

Sowing Season by @agrossunderstatement | Parse and Zimms, Zimms and Parse. Kent Parson's life, from the Q, through his early years with the Aces, to Jack's senior year. Canon divergent. A story of love, loss, moving on, regressing, hockey, and found families of all kinds. | Effectively a novel, digging into Kent’s personal history, mostly concerning his life in juniors but expanding into his present, overlapping with the plot of OMGCP. I think there is room enough for endless speculations on what went down pre-canon; this one offers a fuller life for Kent than nearly any others, digging into him as a whole person rather than as a satellite to Jack or the plot of the comic. Which isn’t to say that the Kent/Jack stuff isn’t dealt with here; it explicitly is. But the fact of Kent Parson’s life, if we can begin to imagine it beyond mere text, would exist before, after, and alongside Jack; he gets to juniors without Jack, presumably, and he is the captain of a hockey team without Jack, and Pinkerton lays the foundation of Parse’s character within a junior hockey that Jack also inhabits, more so that Parse existing for Jack, so to speak. And I’m not implying this latter tactic is wrong; I have certainly employed it, and others have employed it to great impact and effect. But, still, the title of this series tells you what you ought to know: Kent and his story are the potentiality of OMGCP, up to a point; seeds being planted. Young hockey players, similarly. The question implied there is, what will be reaped? And the answer to the latter, in a sense, that reaping is a sort of violence. Which makes this series sound pretty heavy, but it’s not -- more like, realistic.

(tell everyone) you were a good wife by @queerofcups | The biggest problem with pretending that he doesn’t know that Kent Parson is fucking his husband is that Jack can’t tell Kent how grateful he is. | The ne plus ultra of PBJ triangulation; I’ve been squealing to the writer about how good it is since August, begging for behind-the-scenes insights, and I’d only do that if I really meant it. The precarious social fabric stretched across these three chapters is fraying before the reader’s eyes. The details are delicious, and I don’t want to spoil them, but they sing in chorus with the plot. My favorite OMGCP fics, honestly, remove the romance narrative guardrails that keep things in the comic itself humming along. I think Dann’s take is to ask who in this comic has power and what they would end up doing with it. (Or not doing, from another angle.) At one point, early on in its telling, OMGCP looked like it was going to be a story dealing with the compounded traumas of hockey’s discontents. Then, of course, it wasn’t. This is a fic that steps back and asks what the fallout of that oversight would be. But that’s just the moldering core of this fanfic; it’s actually embroidered, like I said, with glittering detail. The color of the suit Bitty wears to his wedding is burned into my brain. The gray manicure of a woman Jack knows. The ingredients in a cake. This is one of those fics I still haven’t reviewed because the thought of stacking everything I could say about it into mere AO3 comments is inadequate.

when you’re ready by megancrtr | The Aces’ director of communications gets the call at 3:13 a.m. Jack Zimmermann has withdrawn from the draft. | “What happened at the draft” is so mythological it gets asked in the comic proper, and I’ve never counted how many fics attempt to answer this question--from Kent’s point of view, even--but it’s gotta be, oh, hundreds. This story replays the situation from the perspective of an Aces staffer who just wants to do her job, and gets at the jarring discordance between the plot of OMGCP in its quest for social justice and the business of actual hockey. Important context is that this story was written around the time the comic was playing out the end of Y3 and start of Y4, and Bitty pointedly asked Jack the question, “why can’t we?” This story reframes the question as literal, rather than rhetorical. A sterling example of fanfic being a gloss on its source.

BONUS, podfics

hockeyed up | There are many things on Jack's mind. Namely: hockey, hockey, Bitty, hockey, anxiety, hockey, hockey, anxiety, Bitty, hockey, hockey, anxiety, and hockey. | A fic read aloud by its French-Canadian author. Also a relatively early OMGCP fanfic; composed while the first semester of Y2 was posting, the story suggests a version of OMGCP that was in some ways more and in other ways less complex than what it would turn into not long after. The real power of this podfic, however, is that it’s read by the writer, so you can hear the intended emphasis in every line. Also, because she’s French-Canadian, Sophie’s intonation is what I picture when I read or write dialogue for Jack.

maybe i’m waking up | It’s almost funny. All he ever wanted was to play hockey, to play in the NHL, to win the Cup. This—Samwell, the team, the Haus—was supposed to be just a detour, but now it feels more like a destination he failed to realize he’s already reached.(Or: Jack signs with the Falconers, graduates, and leaves. It's the hardest thing he's ever done. What comes after is even harder.) | Don’t get too excited; this isn’t finished. A podfic of probably the best-known, most-recced fic in OMGCP fandom. Striking for its use of metatext woven into the story, this is one of several early longform Jack/Bitty fics that posits that maybe Jack has a lot more development to undergo before he can really, truly, be okay--or be okay enough to be with Bitty? To be honest, this story strikes me now as too long, but the parts in it that work are effective beyond that which fanfic demands. Meanwhile, this audio version only covers six chapters, but it’s so slick, so well-realized, so true to the story. Podfic as art.

my own dear friends | Ever since the day he met Jack Zimmermann, Shitty has seen it as his solemn duty to aggressively love him. (He just didn't know how aggressive the love Jack needed would be.) | There’s previous little Jack/Shitty in this fandom and a lot less quality BDSM,

the city’s ours until the fall | Kent has been, historically, good at this—forgetting about things until suddenly he doesn’t, and then it’s like the scar has never been there in the first place, just the wound. (Or: Kent Parson lets himself be happy, after all this time.) | I’ve never read this fic and I never will. I cannot imagine how, no matter how good it is, it could compare to the version that lives in my head, with Kent’s voice so totally realized. Vocal fry and pathos, a languid energy that I still think about when I think about Parse.

the model home | It’s going to be better, and that’s great, but sometimes Jack thinks, why can’t it be good right now? | j/k j/k, this is a self-reminder to finally one day review this.

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Oh man I remember the fic discourse (sidenote, why was Grian discourse even a thing. How did that even happen). The fic discourse is what killed the fandom for me. I ended up leaving around the end of s6 of HC because the various discourses started triggering my anxiety so badly I couldn't actually watch Hermitcraft episodes without risking a panic attack. The fic discourses in particular though... "The Red Sun Never Sets is bad because it's ableist and And the Universe Shifts is bad because it projects mental illnesses onto real people and is therefore ableist and also those are real people it's wrong to headcanon them with anxiety". Wild stuff, and it definitely stemmed from the shipping discourse with its whole "writing about real people vs characters" thing. I also kinda attribute this type of discourse to the death of fics in the fandom at the time, because generally speaking artists were still able to produce content without having to engage in the disk horse while writers couldn't? Like you could draw Iskall with a nonbinary flag (though God help you if you drew any of the others besides Cleo with a pride flag, now you're headcanoning real people's sexualities) but if you wanted to write a hurt/comfort fic about Grian then you immediately ran into the problem of how to do so without implying anything about anyone's mental health, and no matter where your opinions about the discourse fell on the spectrum, no one wants to get yelled at online for something they didn't actually do, so people just stopped writing fics and the fic writers I followed stopped posting entirely

Like I was then and remain now incredibly shipping neutral, but I do think that there is a distinction between the irl cc and the characters people write or draw about, but saying that back then was basically a death sentence

2019 was a rough time in the fandom and I am so glad we've changed, but man, seeing all these posts (especially from the dsmpblr side of mcytblr) about how Tumblr is so much better than Twitter and could never be as bad or as toxic as them...

^^^^^^^^^ yeah this

For context: Grian discourse happened when a lot of fans at the time watched Grian mostly and so there was mostly Grian-centric content on hermitblr, and people got sick of it and started complaining. Seems so silly now, but hermitblr has also diversified its tastes a lot.

#long post #2019 talk #discourse #asks

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Ok, so...I’ve now become far more comfortable in my body than I was before and I’m not too interested in getting top surgery, as much (it’s still a possibility for the future but I don’t feel a need for it anymore), but let me tell y’all why, if anyone really wants to know lol:

After being on T for a little over a year, I’ve come to see my body as just a vehicle in this world. Like everyone else, I just happened to be born with certain parts that ignorant people have claimed are meant to belong to a specific ‘gender or sex.’ I’m not obligated to change or even hate those parts of myself just because other people are projecting their own, brainwashed and outdated, ideas of gender identity and presentation onto other folks that they don’t quite understand.

Before I started T, I was so worried that I would start it and then become disappointed with how I looked or that I wouldn’t be able to handle the more ‘masculine’ aspects of my body that would become more prominent. I had been bombarded with those thoughts from all the self-hating truscum/transmeds online, who would always claim that ‘trenders will only feel more dysphoric if they take hormones when they don’t feel any dysphoria uwu’.

And then, one year later, I’ve realized that not only was that a blatant lie based on their own fear of rejection from cishet society, overall, but it also grossly undermines and simplifies the various reasons why some folks (cis, trans, and nonbinary) decide to take hormones and why some folks may decide to stop.

For me, I’ve come to love the shape of my jawline, my hips, and my legs! I have wider shoulders and, when I let it grow, a good amount of stubble on my cheeks and chin! My hair grows back super fast on my face and on my head, which was the complete opposite of what I was told would happen if I started T. My little friend downstairs (👀🍆💦) has grown a LOT, and can definitely get annoying when it’s excited, but honestly, I don’t mind having a sexual appetite after years of not caring too much about it. I also actually have a REAL appetite for food and I’m more responsible about eating when I’m hungry, instead of forcing myself to wait. My voice is deeper, fuller, and richer than before! My temper isn’t as ‘bad’ or ‘unhinged’ as some people told me it would be but that could certainly be more of an environmental problem than a hormone issue, is what I’ve learned. I’m far less impulsive with my words and instead of bursting into tears the moment someone corrects me on something, I can actually see past my own self-hatred and understand that I’m not being personally attacked.

While I look and sound more ‘masculine,’ I also discovered that I genuinely didn’t hate anything that was considered ‘feminine,’ nor was I obligated to hate it in order to seem more ‘like a man.’ In fact, now I feel more confident wearing jewelry, makeup, and ‘shapely’ clothing because I know that my body, voice, and way of carrying myself has changed in a self-affirming and confident way. People often don’t question my identity but that could also be due to my choice in fashion (super goth and gender-neutral). I no longer cringe at other people slipping up and calling me ‘she,’ not because I accept these pronouns (I later correct them on this) but due to my understanding that there are folks who may look similar to how I present, who are also women/nonbinary, and that people need to get used to seeing folks like us in ANY space, while respecting our existence regardless of our pronouns. So, basically, I don’t mind if people think I’m a woman in passing or if they just met me, as long as they understand that I’m not one after I’ve corrected them. Also, I now have a better appreciation for my breasts in a way I’ve never felt before but more for their role in sexual situations and aesthetics, not for like...having kids or whatever 😂 (sorry, still not interested in physically having children for anyone lol).

Now that I’ve come to the conclusion that I LOVE being nonbinary and that I have no real attachments to the ideas of ‘womanhood’ and ‘manhood,’ I no longer feel a pressing need to rush my transition (whatever it may end up looking like for me). Being nonbinary, and doing research on the historical elements of ‘gender/sex’ and how they’ve dictated so many (often ridiculous) divisions in our current system, has opened my mind up to more possibilities of what my transition can look like in the future. It doesn’t have to be what other trans and nonbinary folks say it was like for them because I’m my own person. I make my own decisions and I’m the only one who can determine what would make me feel happy with myself, at the end of the day.

I know this is just me rambling but I really felt the need to write this up and send it out into the world, so folks (especially young lgbtq+ folks) who feel the a similar way can see it and know that they aren’t alone in what they feel. Y’all can feel free to reblog and share your own story if you’d like, all I ask is that y’all be respectful and not act like a bigoted clown!

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#wip wednesday

it’s me, ya boy, back with Yet Another New Project!

this time, i bring you the beginnings of a oneshot dreamt up by alexa continuing to fan the flames of my shiita brainrot. enjoy!

There are very few moments in Itachi’s life that he can point to and say that he felt truly content. Many of them are from his childhood, small snatches of memory that involve his mother’s cooking or his brother’s laugh. One or two even contain his father, tiny blips of interaction where the man’s unbearable expectations and slavish dedication to duty had slipped away to reveal the human heart beating deep within him. But Itachi would be lying if he tried to claim that the majority of those moments did not include the friend that is currently sitting beside him.

This, however, is not one of those moments.

Currently they’re on the outskirts of Konoha’s vast forests, the coverage against the afternoon sun thinning as the leaves wither in the crisp, autumn air. A gentle breeze rolls through, not harsh enough to chill but the current rakes its way through Shisui’s hair, making it even more unkempt than usual. Itachi’s keenly aware of this fact, and of Shisui’s general presence, as the man has himself wedged close to Itachi, his head resting on Itachi’s knees as he prattles on about Itachi’s least favorite subject: his love life.

It’s a fascinating contrast, the image of Shisui thoughtlessly draped over Itachi as he drives the knife that is his sexual history deeper and deeper between Itachi’s ribs. But it’s not a wound that Itachi holds Shisui accountable for, not really. Painful though it may be, it’s not as if Shisui is thoughtless or intentionally cruel; it’s merely a side-effect of Itachi’s most closely guarded--and frankly most terrifying--secret.

Often, Itachi has considered telling Shisui the truth, fantasized about what the various outcomes of such an action would be. Still, each time he’s come close to confessing, the words sitting precariously on the very tip of his tongue, Itachi swallows them down like a bitter taste. After all, there’s just no neat and tidy way to say, “I’ve loved you since we were children.” So, Itachi says nothing at all, day after day, month after month, year after year.

“Are you even listening to me?” Shisui asks, in the whiny tone of voice he always gets when Itachi isn’t giving him his full attention. On any other person, it would be an annoying affectation, but Shisui has a way of making even his worst traits charming.

Yet another truth Itachi refuses to tell him. “I’m riveted,” he replies dryly, never taking his eyes off the book in his hand, fighting a smile as Shisui groans in frustration.

“You’re a terrible friend,” Shisui says, his faux-offended expression lingering on the edge of Itachi’s vision, and in response Itachi lifts his book to block out the sight of Shisui completely.

“The worst,” Itachi hums in agreement, finally giving into a laugh when Shisui grabs the novel he’s been only mildly interested in and chucks it out of Itachi’s reach. Raising an eyebrow, Itachi looks at the discarded tome, its pagings rustling in the breeze, before glancing back at Shisui. “A bit excessive, don’t you think?”

“How come we never have these conversations about your romantic woes?” Shisui retorts, and the question is so unexpected and uncomfortable Itachi feels the neutral mask of his features start to crack.

“What?”

Watching him critically, Shisui sits up, resting his cheek in his palm as he leans more of his weight across Itachi’s body. “I’m serious. All the times you’ve had to listen to me bitch and moan about this stuff, and not once have you ever chimed in with problems of your own. What gives?”

“Perhaps I don’t believe in kissing and telling,” Itachi replies, tone more clipped than he means it to be. Though he doesn’t resent Shisui for his curiosity, a part of him can’t help but be annoyed that somehow such a finely trained officer doesn’t realize he’s stepped on top of a massive landmine.

Rather than take a moment to read the metaphorical room, however, Shisui presses on with his typical single-minded focus. “Oh, come on,” he argues. “It’s just us, Itachi. You know you can tell me anything.”

Despite his best efforts, Itachi can feel his stomach clenching at the proclamation. For a moment, he weighs the pros and cons of what admitting the truth would be, and is displeased to discover what the best option is. “There’s nothing to tell,” he says, shrugging as if the words don’t mean a thing, and carefully keeps his eyes off Shisui’s face.

The funny thing about Shisui is that, for all his gifts with the Sharingan’s manipulations and illusions, he’s a shockingly open book outside of his profession. Surprise paints itself across his face, all wide eyes and an open mouth, and against his will Itachi feels a flush burning at the base of his throat. “Wait, seriously?” he asks, voice low as if they’re trading secrets of national security rather than engaging in petty gossip.

In response Itachi tugs his legs out from under Shisui, taking an unkind satisfaction in his friend’s grunt as he hits the ground. Still, the movement is, in Itachi’s mind, a tactical retreat; there’s no need to feel physically trapped when Shisui already has his metaphorically pinned down. “I’m gonna kick you.”

“Don’t,” Shisui mutters, whiny again, as he grabs Itachi’s leg with his trademark speed. The touch burns against the bare skin of his ankle, and Itachi shakes him off with a scowl. “I’m not being an asshole--”

“All evidence to the contrary,” Itachi cuts in, annoyed.

Graciously Shisui ignores that and continues, “It’s just surprising, you know? Because you’re… Well, you.”

Itachi feels his stomach twist. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Shisui looks at him, and absurdly Itachi feels like an opponent on the wrong side of Shisui’s kunai. “Nothing, I guess,” he eventually offers, quietly, and the statement is so outside of Shisui’s typical cheerful, confident persona that Itachi can’t help but feel profoundly unsettled.

The truth is he’s kept himself guarded in this fashion for a variety of reasons, some he can admit to Shisui and others he’d rather be disemboweled than confess to another living soul. Part of his reluctance stems from the plain fact that he’s simply too busy with other matters to commit to dating of all things. Between his obligation to his village, his devotion to his brother, and his own ambitions at eventually securing the Hokage’s chair, he doesn’t have time to waste on a frivolous matter like courtship.

He also knows that, somewhere down the line, his father will no doubt want to marry him off, eager to pass on the talent and promise of the esteemed Uchiha prodigy. Frankly, the man would have probably done it sooner if he hadn’t felt some gratitude towards his son for working with Shisui to end the feud between their clan and the village, thus granting the Uchiha a much higher standing in Konoha. But at twenty-three, Itachi knows he can’t count on his father’s good graces much longer, meaning the inevitable grows that much closer with each passing day.

The other issue is… a bit more delicate. Itachi’s far too pragmatic to invest in the concept of virginity as something sacred, something special to be shared with exactly the right person at exactly the right time. But it does strike him as unfair to go to bed with a person and offer them a lie instead of himself, knowing that for every moment spent together his thoughts will be firmly locked onto someone he can never have.

Rather than reveal any of that, however, Itachi simply says, “Sex has never been a very high priority of mine.”

“That’s kind of depressing,” Shisui replies. “You should get out there. Play the field, have fun.”

Itachi’s just irritated enough at his continued cross-examination of his personal life that he asks the unthinkable: “Why, are you offering?”

In hindsight, Itachi supposes that after carrying the burden of his feelings for so long such a slip-up was inevitable. But it feels less like an understandable mistake and more like a battlefield miscalculation, one dangerous enough to leave him wide-open to a counterstrike.

That in mind, perhaps it should come as no surprise when Shisui counters, ”Do you want me to?”

to be continued.

#my fic #this is uh. very different than what i usually write #so i'll be v interested in what the feedback will be when it's posted in full #until then!

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anomalocariscanadensis · 3 years

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so. Blindsight. bleak as hell. i think the whole “everyone’s being extremely subtly manipulated by intelligences beyond their comprehension with precise results” thing is... well, it’s a compelling premise once, but i’ve already read Echopraxia. it gets kind of tiring the second time around, and i don’t really think brains work like that. but the aliens are very alien, and the whole thing with the first contact protocol was cool.

an interesting thing about siri’s relationship with chelsea is that he tries to not act like a chinese room in it - he tries to actually be himself with her - and it falls apart because himself just completely sucks ass and can’t interact with people. if he’d been a true chinese room he could have done whatever was necessary to get the best outcome, but he doesn’t. some bits were relatable but thankfully not the “explaining through evolutionary psychology why our relationship is doomed” sort of thing, jesus

the rest of this is going to be various nitpicking disagreements i had, because it is indisputably that sort of book.

vampires are obviously rather ridiculous, just too many convienient things all in one place. the crucifix glitch, obviously, but also, how do you evolve multi-generation hibernation that fast? when you must eat one singular species, and failure to hibernate means you completely wipe out your obligate prey and make your territory uninhabitable? and the longer you hibernate, the fewer generations per timespan *to* evolve in? i’d accept this sort of thing in a book that didn’t have a list of scientific citations at the end but it just doesn’t fit as well

the rationale behind Technology Implies Belligerence seems simply wrong. Sure, if you have all your needs perfectly met you don’t need to develop more technology, but the more extreme the competition, the less leeway you have to set up long-term things and the less free time to spend on idly thinking up new ideas rather than directly competing. I’m fairly certain if you tried to track it, you’d find most technological progress throughout history comes from societies with less day-to-day competition due to surpluses, etc.

Rorschach actually kind of proves this - their whole “sit around generating ATP anaerobically for thousands of years” strategy doesn’t work if you get eaten halfway through

Since Rorschach didn’t attack the humans until after they’d hit it with a probe that it actively told them not to do, it might just be wrong in-universe. Who knows?

there’s a lot of questionable evopsych, but I’m not sure how much the book itself puts stock in evopsych, vs. just Siri as a character putting too much stock in evopsych.

he does get called out for thinking he’s objective when he’s just projecting his own opinions onto other people

also one of the main conclusions he draws from evopsych is “every heterosexual relationship is doomed” (nothing to say about gay relationships, naturally) which seems obviously false enough that I’d suspect it’s a personal bias to the character

but it’s the sort of book where i’m not sure if that even counts

EDIT: i misremembered part of it, he was wrong about Bates plotting to mutiny. i remembered thinking she’d mutinied when her drone fucked up Sarastri, but forgot that she later confirmed it wasn’t her. so yeah i think the really dumb evopsych stuff can mostly be chalked up to Siri being biased

the consciousness as parasite thing is obviously an interesting sci-fi premise but i don’t actually buy it, at least not for Earthly life

chimpanzees do actually pass the mirror test, apparently

my personal experience is that, when i focus on it, i have a lot of really quick pseudo-conscious thoughts before they pass up more slowly into full consciousness, but not all of them end up getting into consciousness. i’d be surprised if consciousness didn’t serve the purpose of, at minimum, taking the good bits of unconscious thought and reinforcing them so they get stored better.

Blindsight’s perspective on consciousness does seem to have language being a product of genuine consciousness, because Rorschach can’t do it. but how the fuck else are humans supposed to communicate, besides language? Maybe you can theoretically have intelligence without consciousness, but if it’s necessary for language then I don’t think you get complex human societies without consciousness, even if they’re individually more efficient.

vampires seem to be able to do language which is a bit weird if they’re not really conscious? but also, like, they can’t do complex societies because they’re so individually territorial, so that’s an enormous disadvantage anyway. i suspect they’d have died out even without the crucifix glitch.

“you don’t need consciousness to do math/science/whatever because of a few anecdotes of people waking up having dreamed whole theorems” is completely unconvincing. like, okay, how much of the work did they do consciously beforehand? how big of a leap was the dream, how complete was it, how much did they have to do consciously to make it rigorous? how often do people wake up with incorrect ideas in their heads?

this sort of thing was more plausible with the Bicamerals in Echopraxia because they were basically magic. applying it to actual humans falls rather short.

also I think his evolutionary reasoning in his “dodo” analogy isn’t quite the right line of thought for the point he’s making. Consciousness, as he frames it, is an extra energy cost for no real benefit which persists only because we’re not facing enough selection pressure to weed it out. But the dodo lost flight because it was excessive and useless for its island, which is the exact opposite situation.

A dodo analogy would be appropriate if consciousness was useful when facing unexpected problems but useless on earth due to human dominance, so we evolved out of it

a better comparison might be the Irish Elk, which is often thought to have gone extinct due to its enormous antlers. Its antlers were way too large to be beneficial to survival, but they persisted and grew bigger over time due to sexual selection. then the argument becomes that consciousness makes you more likely to get laid but is actually bad otherwise. still questionable, but at least fits better

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In response to JK Rowling and Joss Whedon, my (former) idols

I really didn’t want to have to do this.

So in addition to…=gestures vaguely=…all of that, the last few months have been kind of sucky when it comes to learning some really unpleasant things about artists that I looked up to, admired, and was in fact inspired by. I’ve already spoken about the Speaking Out movement revealing a lot of ugly behavior from various wrestlers, some of which I was big fans of, and then later we got Chris Jericho being a full-on MAGA. Yeah, that all sucked. But those were just performers whose work I enjoyed watching. The one that really hurt were writers who I deeply admired, whose stories I love, and who I was heavily influenced by.

The first, of course, was finding out that JK Rowling, the author of perhaps the single biggest YA fantasy series of all time Harry Potter, is a TERF. This really sucked for a number of reasons. Firstly, I really like Harry Potter! I mean, I’m not a super fan or anything. I came into it when things were kind of dying down, like the whole book series had already been released and there were only a few movies left, but I still really enjoyed it, have all the books and movies and a fair amount of merchandise swag, including a nifty wand I got at Universal Studios. Shit, I got two replicas of the Sword of Griffyindor, thanks to them screwing up my order in my favor and sending me a duplicate! They’re on my wall right across from me as I type this!

But in addition to writing a book series I really liked, JK Rowling was supposed to be one the good guys. She’s been vocally progressive, often openly comes down on British right-wing nonsense, has supported various persecuted minorities, and is on record as being one of the few self-made billionaires to actually stop being a billionaire for a time because she donated so much money to charity. And while we mock it now, her revealing Dumbledore as gay was a huge deal at the time. Plus, she cultivated this reputation as Auntie Jo, that cool, supportive aunt we all wanted.

But for a while her stock has been dropping. Her preference for confirming “representation” via tweets instead of explicitly putting it in the text of her stories has raised the question of queer-baiting, especially with a whole-ass movie with a young Dumbledore and Grindelwald to make their relationship explicit but failing to do so. The whole Nagini thing from the latest Fantastic Beasts movie was pretty gross. And re-examination of various problematic elements from the original novels has rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. Now, none of these really looked to be intentionally malicious, of course. Just about everyone’s early work will have problematic elements; that’s just how people work. And the later stuff smacked more of ignorance than anything. But after all this time, it’s like, c’mon. You should know better by now.

But the biggie came when her transphobic views finally came to light. Now, this one had been brewing for a while, due to some questionable likes and statements on her twitter. But then she decided to just go public and published what essentially amounts to a TERF manifesto, one with a very “love the sinner, hate the sin” condescending attitude and had a real persecution complex air to it.

Now, I’m not going to go into detail about what the manifesto was about, what the circumstances surrounding it were, or how wrong it was. It’s already been raked over the coals, dissected, answered, and debunked in detail by people far more qualified than me, so odds are, you’re already well aware of its contents and the subsequent rebuttals. But the gist of it comes down to her basically believing that transwomen are actually cis men claiming to be trans so as to infiltrate and invade female-only spaces.

Yeah.

Okay, that’s gross, but…why? Why is someone so noted for being progressive and wanting to foster an inclusive environment making this the hill of exclusion that she wants to die on?

Well, that’s where things get tricky. She mentions that prior to Harry Potter, her first marriage was highly physically and sexually abusive, and when she escaped from that, she had no place to go, leading her to be homeless for a time.

Oh.

Well, that makes sense. Someone goes through a highly traumatic experience with a member of the opposite sex, has no support structure when she escapes it, is left to fend for herself, only to suddenly get rocketed into fame, fortune, and influence, which in turn leads to a Never Again mentality. She was hurt, no one was there to help her, and now she’s afraid of men invading women-only spaces to victimize others like she was victimized. So…literally transphobic. Literally a Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminist.

Guys, this is so fucked up. Like, how do you even approach something like this? She’s a victim in every sense of the word, so of course she’s going to have physiological damage and a warped view of things. I mean, if I found out that a close friend of mine went through the same thing and had the same prejudices, I would be nothing but sympathetic! I mean, I’d still do what I can to convince her to overcome those prejudices, but I’d still show sympathy and support for what she went through.

Abuse warps people. There’s a reason why so many abusers are abuse survivors themselves. It makes you terrified of being hurt again and often causes people to adopt toxic behaviors, beliefs, and reactions to protect themselves. I’ve already talked about it at length while discussing She-Ra and its own handling of the cycle of abuse, which included franks discussions of Catra’s horrible behavior, why she was the way she was, while never losing sympathy for her and rooting for her to overcome it. So if JK Rowling is an abuse survivor, is it really right to come down on her for having warped views because of that abuse?

But that’s the problem. See, she isn’t your troubled friend that you’re trying to help. She isn’t your cousin Leslie who’s a really sweet person but unfortunately adopted some bad ideals due to trauma suffered. She JK freakin’ ROWLING, one of the most famous, wealthy, and influential women in the world. She has a platform of millions, if not billions, which means her voice lends credibility to her bigoted beliefs. Alt-righters and other TERFs have already swooped upon this for giving validation to their awful beliefs, which puts trans people even more at risk. And as horrible as Rowling’s experiences might have been, the trans community is often the victim of far worse, and they don’t have a mountain of money and an army of defenders to protect them like she does. I’ve said it time and time again: just because you’re a victim, that doesn’t give you the right to victimize others! And bringing things back to Catra, as much as I loved her redemption in the final season, she was still a TERRIBLE PERSON for a huge chunk of the show, one that needed to be stood up to and stopped.

So yeah. That’s the messiness that is JK Rowling.

Now, let’s talk about the one that really hurts. Let’s talk about Joss Whedon.

I’ve made no secret of what a huge Whedon fan I am. Unlike Rowling, I was a HUUUUUGE superfan. Seeing Serenity for the first time in theaters was akin to a religious awakening to me as a storyteller, making it one of my top three movies of all time. Firefly is my favorite show ever. And I adored Buffy, Angel, and Dollhouse as well. I love Cabin in the Woods and The Avengers. The very first fanfic I ever wrote was a Firefly fanfic that disappeared along with my old laptop. I know his style isn’t for everyone, but I cannot understate how much of a personal inspiration he is to me as a writer.

And like Rowling, Joss was supposed to be one of the good guys! Buffy was monumental in pushing the needle when it came to female empowerment. Will and Tara were groundbreaking as a gay couple. He’s been outspoken for years about his feminist views and beliefs and was seen as one of the most prominent and influential feminist voices in Hollywood!

And then things started to go bad.

One day he was on top of the world, the mastermind behind the first two Avenger movies. And the next, it seemed like he was in freefall. It’s hard to really pinpoint exactly when the change took place. Some would say him being brought in as a last-minute substitute for Zack Snyder to take over on Justice League after Snyder had to leave due to family tragedy, and the subsequent awful critical reception to that film tarnishing his image, even if those were very unique circumstances that couldn’t really be blamed on him. Others might point to Age of Ultron’s less than stellar reception, as well as criticism of some questionable jokes and certain creative decisions regarding the character of Black Widow, which then led to a more critical examination of how Whedon continues to write female characters, as while his work might have been revolutionary in the 90’s, his failure to evolve with the times had meant that many of his portrayals are now woefully outdated and problematic, with his vision for a Batgirl movie getting hit with a lot of backlash as a result.

Again, I’m not going to go into too much detail, as this is all public knowledge and can be easily looked up, but overall it seemed that Whedon entered into a period where he was getting criticized more than he was celebrated, and his image of a guaranteed hit maker was now in doubt.

But all of this wasn’t the big problem. All creators go through rises and slumps, and everyone hits points where they get hit with a barrage of criticism; that’s just part of being a public creative figure, especially a progressive one. And had nothing happened after, it would have probably faded, got forgotten, and Whedon would have moved onto the next project with no fuss.

But as it turned out, it wasn’t just a minor slump in his career. Instead, it was the priming of the pump.

In 2016, Whedon divorced his wife of sixteen years, Kai Cole, and in an open letter, Kai Cole accused him of being a serial cheater, who would have affairs with a great many women, from co-workers, to actresses, to friends, to even his fans. And in addition to raising questions of him possibly abusing his position as showrunner to elicit sex from those working on his projects, there also is the ugly question of how could someone who speaks so highly of women then go and backstab the person who was supposed to be the most important woman in his life, as well as lying to her and denying her the autonomy of deciding whether or not she even wanted to continue to have a relationship with him?

Furthermore, Whedon himself has not explicitly denied these accusations, and comments made by him seem only to confirm them.

Now if you’ll recall, I reacted publicly to this news, and despite my admiration of Whedon’s work, I came down on Kai Cole’s side, and stated that while things like marriage issues and infidelity were no one’s business but that of the couple’s, it did raise a lot of uncomfortable questions about how Whedon treated the women in his life and he really needed to get his shit in order.

But hey, a messy private life and a guy falling into temptation isn’t that big of a deal, right? Plenty of creators also go through multiple marriages and have problems staying faithful and still continue making great art. We’re all human, it’s a stressful job, and this shit just happens, right? Sure, it’s gross and a shitty thing to do, but ain’t no business of ours, right?

In late 2020, actor Ray Fisher, who played the role of Cyborg in Justice League, openly accused Joss Whedon of fostering a hostile work environment, claiming that the director’s behavior was abusive and unprofessional, and that Whedon in turn was protected by DC executives.

DC and Warner Bros. came down against Fisher, claiming they had done an internal investigation that turned up no evidence of wrongdoing (yeah, sure they did), and soon Fisher was out as Cyborg, apparently for rocking the boat.

But then Charisma Carpenter, noted for her important role as Cordelia Chase in both Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel, then spoke up, claiming to be inspired by Fisher in doing so. She described Whedon did indeed foster a hostile work environment on his projects, that his often acted in a toxic manner, from asking incredibly invasive and inappropriate questions regarding her pregnancy to insulting her on set. She said that she made excuses for him for years, but after undergoing a lot of therapy and reading what Ray Fisher had to say, she felt compelled to speak out.

And this just open the floodgates. Other actors and actresses also came forward, some with stories of their own, others to offer support. Even Buffy herself, Sarah Michelle Gellar, confirmed Carpenter’s stories and said that she no longer wanted to be associated with Whedon. Michelle Trachtenberg, who played the character of Dawn, stated that she also experienced toxic treatment from Whedon despite her being a minor at the time, and says that the set had a rule that Whedon wasn’t allowed to be alone with her again, which really raises some sickening questions of what happened the first time. Even male stars have spoken out, from words of support and apologies for not speaking up earlier from Anthony Stewart Head and David Boreanaz, to an earlier interview with James Marsters, in which he described being terrified of Whedon, mainly due to an instance when Whedon was frustrated with the popularity of Marsters’s character of Spike messing with his plans and physically and verbally taking it out on the actor. There have been many corroborating stories of Whedon being casually cruel on set, on seemingly taking delight in making his fellow show writers cry, and even the man himself admitting to enjoying fostering a hostile work environment during his director commentary of the Avengers. We’ve joked about Whedon’s supposed sadism for years, but that was in regards to how he treated the characters in his stories, not the people helping him make them!

So yeah. That’s the problem with Joss Whedon.

So, do I think that Joss Whedon is somehow some kind of sociopath who lied about his feminist principles and deliberately put on a progressive façade specifically to get into a position of power so he could torment people? No, of course not. I think he was sincere about his beliefs, and I do think he didn’t realize the wrongness of his behavior. But that’s kind of the problem. See, it’s one thing to have kind of a trollishness to your nature, a sort of sadistic side. No one can help that. But when someone with that quality gets put into a position of power in which they are protected by both the higher-ups and their legions of fans, they are allowed to mistreat and continue to mistreat people. And by never suffering any consequences, that sort of toxic behavior becomes internalized, becomes a habit, becomes their moda operandi. And when you’re constantly getting praised as a creative genius and a wonderful feminist voice, any self-criticism just gets wiped away, and you think yourself above reproach, leading to what Joss Whedon became and went on being.

And you know what scares me the most about this particular issue? It’s not that I am a fan of his stories. It’s that I can so easily see myself turning out the same way.

Look, I’ll be upfront about it: I’m kind of a sadist myself. You’ve seen it in my stories, you’ve seen me gloating after a particularly dark plot twist makes my readers freak out. That sort of stuff is fun to me. There’s a reason why I have a much easier time in the dark and violent scenes, because I’m channeling something ugly within me. We all have a dark side, and this is mine.

But UNLIKE Whedon, that doesn’t carry over to how I treat people in real life (unless Monopoly or Mario Party are involved, then it’s fair game). Maybe it’s because I wasn’t given the sort of power and praise he did so early, and I was always taught to be considerate of other people’s feelings, but if I ever find out that I hurt another person or went too fair, I feel TERRIBLE, and it just throws me off all day until I apologize. Even if I don’t notice right away that what I said or did wasn’t cool (autistic, remember?), when it’s pointed out to me and I have some time to think on it, yeah, the guilt is on and I make a point to apologize to whoever I’ve hurt. I’ve even made a point to apologize to members of my family for inconsiderate stuff I said years ago as a little punk kid because it wouldn’t stop bugging me.

So maybe Whedon got too big, too fast. Maybe putting people on these sorts of pedestals, especially progressive ones, is ultimately a bad thing.

So where does this leave us? How are we to treat JK Rowling and Joss Whedon, one who developed a lot of transphobia due to abuse suffered while the other became a toxic individual due to unchecked control and a lack of consequences? Can we still enjoy their stories despite them now being colored by their creators’ falls from grace? Can we separate the art from the artist, or do we have to do a clean split?

Honestly, I feel that has to come down to the individual. I can’t remove the influence Rowling and Whedon have had on me as a storyteller, and I still highly respect both of their talents despite taking major issue with their problems as people. And I’m not going go throw away all of my Harry Potter or Firefly stuff. Because that’s my stuff. It has value to me, it doesn’t represent the issues with their creators, and a lot of it was gifts from people who are dear to me. Though I do think it’ll be a long time before I return to either of their work, as I just don’t have the stomach for it now.

But I will be avoiding any projects they have in the future. I don’t want to put money in their pockets that might go on to support their toxic beliefs or behavior. And as for royalties for their past work that would also support the cast and crew of the Harry Potter films or those who worked on Whedon’s shows who do not deserve to lose money because we don’t want any of that money going to the creators? Er, that question is a little above my paygrade. I don’t know. You’ll have to all decide for yourselves. As for me, I still have a lot of thinking to do.

Regardless though, if I or anyone else is still able to enjoy their work, then it’s important to not divorce what these people said or did from the art they created, even if it makes enjoying that art less fun. It’s important to be critical about what we enjoy, to acknowledge the bad aspects along with the good, and open up discussion of those elements, because that’s what mature adults are supposed to do.

And as for JK Rowling and Joss Whedon, whose stories I love, whose talent I admire, and whose past good work I’ll happily acknowledge, I do hope they both experience some sort of realization and enter into a period of self-examination that leads to them getting help for their issues, for Rowling to get help in coming to terms with her trauma and realizing that she’s wrong about the trans community and a full apology, and for Whedon to also come to terms with his toxic behavior and how he treats people, for him to make no excuse for what he did and sincerely apologize to those he hurt and work on bettering himself, as well as them both examining some of the more problematic tropes still present in their works. Because despite everything, I do feel that they can still be a creative force of good, and it would be a shame if they let themselves self-destruct.

But if not, then if it comes down to choosing between Rowling and the protecting the trans community, if it comes down between choosing between letting Whedon continue to make shows and protecting actors and writers from his abusive behavior, then I know who I’m siding with, and it ain’t the two individuals this whole essay is about. No story, no matter how good, no matter how creative, is worth letting sacrificing vulnerable people in order for it to be made.

#jk rowling #joss whedon #harry potter #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #angel #firefly #justice league #ray fisher #charisma carpenter #kai cole #transphobia tw #abuse tw #toxicity tw #TERF tw #rant #TERFs don't interact I do not want to talk to you #same for abuse apologists

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elskamo · 3 years

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How about a Genderswap AU where Duncan & Alejandro are both women?

I love the idea of having different AUs exploring how the contestants’ experiences have changed regarding their gender. While this sort of thing was an introduction for me to explore my own identity and project onto characters I know that there are other users on here that find this topic triggering so I’m gonna answer properly under the cut so they can skip this post if they wish to. I know the ask specified an AU where they’re both female but I felt like talking about other scenarios with different genders too. This answer only has female and FTM, I did attempt to write more but my answers were getting less character specific and more generic and you deserve a better response than that. For clarity in case you aren't already aware I'm answering this as someone who's AFAB and a transguy.

I’ve talked a lot about issues with toxic masculinity and struggles with identity expression for Duncan, I really should start talking about Alejandro and his identity more now that I’ve spent some time trying to figure out his character too. In alt universes where they aren’t cisgender males I feel like both of them would still face various problems regarding their identities and how they’re perceived:

For a start the way I envision Alejandro’s experience as a teen girl would be wildly different to the way he’s portrayed on the show as a teen boy, frankly if I could I would rewrite a lot of his character as a guy! It’s no secret that Alejandro was a Latin lover stereotype that used his looks and sexuality to his advantage during World Tour but I can barely see that happening in the regular canon, let alone as a woman. Alejandra (Google says this is the female version of the name, please correct me if I’m wrong or if you headcanon a different name) would struggle a lot with being sexualised for her looks and for being “exotic” and this would have a massive impact on her mental health and self-esteem.

I feel like she’d be very uncomfortable around boys in general and wondering if they’re only trying to use her, I find it unlikely that she’d have many, if any, male friends. Her friendships with other girls would be few and far between, unfortunately there’s always going to be girls who judge you based on other’s reactions and the way guys act around her is fuel for bullies to use as slut shaming, regardless of how Alejandra truly is. That being said she’d form some very close, loving friendships with some of the girls who are able to recognise those toxic behaviours and help her feel more comfortable in her own skin even when everyone else is trying to either tear her down or fetishize her.

Duncan has always been very sore and sensitive about his reputation and I think that’s a trait that would still be present regardless of gender even if it manifests in different ways. In canon Duncan has brothers that he seems very close to and he appears to have a much better relationship with his mother than with his dad due to his delinquent status, I can see those relationships being more or less the same however the main conflict for Donna and her father would be due to him finding her too masculine. Rather than her inner struggle being between wanting to be perceived as a bad boy but having a hidden soft side, Donna would feel conflicted around how feminine she is.

She’d grow up with brothers and feel completely comfortable roughhousing and being seen as one of the guys but as she gets older and peer pressure becomes more prominent amongst girls her age she’d start worrying about how she’s viewed by her classmates. She’s torn between being upset that her male friends don’t see her as a girl but feeling unease about making herself appear more stereotypically feminine. As she gets older she’d gain more confidence in regard to being herself rather than trying to force others to view her as either a total tomboy or an over-the-top girly girl.

I can see Alejandra and Donna having major conflict with each other to begin with due to their vastly different experiences as women before gradually growing to accept their differences and helping each other to feel more confident and comfortable in themselves and around their peers.

If Alejandro were FTM I feel that he’d spend even more time working on his body in an attempt to appear more traditionally masculine, sometimes exercising to the point of exhaustion to try and achieve his ideal figure. He’d likely also be very conscious about his clothing, attempting to keep his surgery scars covered up at all times even if he was overheating. I can see him being more wary of relationships than in canon, wanting to take things more slowly and get a feel for how his potential partners may react to him and his body before letting things get physical.

FTM Duncan would almost certainly go to extremes given his behaviour in the canon show. He’d likely be very insecure about how much smaller he his than some of the other boys he’s friends with, especially in regard to his lack of muscle. I can see him trying to go stealth and doing unsafe practices like binding too long and too tightly despite how dangerous it is and likely to hurt him. It’s also pretty likely that he equates manliness with toughness and as a result he really tries to big up how much of a man he is by constantly picking fights and bullying any of the guys he thinks he can take on.

Alejandro and Duncan wouldn’t get on at first, with Duncan in particular always trying to goad Alejandro into fighting. When the two realise that the other is transgender they find themselves constantly checking up on each other, especially when they find out about some of their more unsafe behaviours. Upon getting closer and more comfortable they won’t hesitate to call each other out on Alejandro exhausting himself and Duncan’s bad binding practices.

I was going to write about gender nonconforming/genderfluid/nonbinary stuff but it was just getting far too generic to the point that you could sub in any character and it would make no difference. I’ve spent far too long answering this ask already so I’m gonna end it here and try and give myself some time to think about some of my other interpretations before I share them, you guys deserve a properly thought out response than a few token sentences.

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Request: My entire blog has been a mess of people wanting a threesome between Anakin, Obi-wan and reader. That’s it. That’s the plot.

A/N: it’s like three in the morning. I just want to go to bed. I edited like half of this. I hope this is at least half as good as you expected. Like I know I nailed that sexual tension but the actual sex, not so sure. Also, I’m actually afraid to tag anyone in this. I think I’ll make a special tag list for the smutty shit. Let me know if you want to be on it!

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When you were assigned to accompany two Jedi knights on a lengthy diplomatic mission you had expected a pair of crusty old men. After all, it was a diplomatic mission. Assuming the planet didn’t spontaneously combust there wouldn’t really be any danger, so there was no need for skilled warriors.

When you stepped through the airlock of the hanger where you were to meet the Jedi, you were quite surprised when you found the exact opposite waiting for you. It was putting it lightly to say the two men were attractive. Your eyes were drawn to what had to be the younger of the two; his boyish grin and the way his hand combed through his hair far too charming for their own good.

It was the other Jedi that noticed your presence first. He motioned towards you redirecting his companion’s attention. When the dark-haired Jedi’s eye’s met yours you realized you had been staring. You took a moment to settle the blush you felt rising at being caught and then finished your approach.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Senator.” The bearded man’s smile was pleasant as spoke. “Allow me to introduce ourselves. I’m Obi-wan Kenobi and this,” he took a moment to gesture to the other Jedi, “is Anakin Skywalker. We’re the Jedi assigned to accompany you.”

You made a mental note of both the names praying you wouldn’t forget them later. “Well, I look forward to working with you Master Kenobi and Master Skywalker.”

Anakin chuckled softly before crossing his arms. “I wouldn’t worry about formalities, Senator. Just Anakin and Obi-wan are fine.”

“Then you might as well stop calling me Senator,” you replied, “this will be a long trip after all. I imagine it’ll go a lot smoother if we can all just be friends.”

“Oh, I doubt that’ll be a problem,” chuckled out Obi-wan, “now, while I’d love to stand here chatting; I’m afraid we’ll have to do all our getting to know each other on the ship. We do have people waiting for us after all.” He offered his arm for you to take. You had heard rumours about this specific Jedi. Many of the female Senators were quite fond of him and liked to gossip about the times he had flirted with them. You had never paid much attention to them but it was becoming increasingly easy to understand their obsession.

You slipped your arm through his, it would be rude for you to deny his gesture. He was just trying to be a gentleman after all. You spared Anakin a quick glance and were met once again with that boyish smile of his. It was going to be the death of you; you knew that much. And so was Obi-wan if the way your heart sped up upon his touch was any indication of how the next month would go. This assignment was already far more interesting than you had originally expected.

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Becoming friends with the two Jedi wasn’t difficult. Their personalities were easily just as attractive as they were. You found out quite quickly that the rumours of Obi-wan being a flirt were true and, as inappropriate as it was, you craved the attention he gave you. And Anakin. He had a teasing yet kind personality that you couldn’t get enough of.

You grew close to the men; finding yourself seeking them out during your free time. So, it was no surprise to anyone when you and Obi-wan found yourselves up late together. Anakin had excused himself earlier in the evening leaving the two of you alone in the living area of their shared quarters.

Obi-wan took a sip of the dark drink in his hand before setting it down on a small table next to the couch. He was quick to snatch the glass from your hand as well. “I think you’ve had enough of that,” he said, placing your glass next to his.

“What, no! Give that back!” You leaned across his lap desperately reaching for the glass.

His gently pushed you back laughing. “None of that Senator. We have to work to do early tomorrow and as cute as you are drunk I don’t think the politicians will share my sentiment.”

“I’m not drunk,” your protest. One of his eyebrows cocked as a smirk formed on his lips; lips you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of. “Okay, so maybe I’m a little drunk, but it’s not anything I can’t sleep off.”

“And that’s why I’m stopping you now,” he replied. He relaxed back on the couch, his legs spread and one arm propped up on the back cushion.

You also repositioned yourself on the piece of furniture; your body facing his and your legs tucked underneath you. “Well then, Master Kenobi, since you won’t let me indulge in my drink; would you care to indulge my curiosity for just a moment?” You could feel yourself shifting close as you spoke, leaving less and less space between your bodies.

“Of course.”

“Then tell me, does the Jedi code have anything to say against physical relations?” you asked, the alcohol making you bold; removing any pretense of how wrong what you’re asking might be.

“Not explicitly, no.”

You hadn’t noticed him leaning closer until you felt his breath brush across your face, it smelt of Alcohol. Up close you noticed more about him than you had before; the way his smirk grew and the slight shake to his head as he spoke only served to full the fire you felt burning in your chest.

Your noses were nearly brushing when you finally answered. “I see,” your voice was hardly more than a whisper. You raised your hand slowly and only stopped when you could feel the very ends of his beard tickled your fingers. There was an electricity that filled the small space that separated you. It made you desperate to close it. To finally give in to the pull you felt whenever you were near the man.

You never had the chance.

The sound of a door opening caused you to jump back in surprise. Anakin stood sleepily in the doorway running a hand through his messy hair. “You two talk so loud, you know that? Some of us are trying to sleep.”

“Sorry Anakin,” apologized Obi-wan.

Anakin had already turned around and waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah, whatever. I’m going to back bed.”

Obi-wan stood and then offered you a hand, which you gladly took. “It’s getting late, you should get to bed as well,” he said while helping you up.

“I suppose I should,” you sigh. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Despite the earlier intrusion the need to kiss him was still there yet instead of giving in to your desires, you turned and left; retiring to your rooms for the rest of the evening.

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After that night you never had a moment with Obi-wan where you were both alone. You were accompanied by various politicians or Anakin and any given moment.

Anakin was his own problem. More specifically the effect he had on you. Where his old master was more subtle in his actions and compliments Anakin was more forthright. Not a day went by where he didn’t take a moment to compliment you on your appearance. And he never missed a chance to tease you while that gorgeous smirk played at his lips. Every time you saw it you had to resist the urge to kiss him. You didn’t know if it was intentional but the way he looked at you didn’t help. There were times your eyes would meet his. On the surface his expression was pleasant, but hidden not-so-well in his gaze was a desire to take you where you stood.

You always rationalized these occurrences as being just your imagination or you projecting your own desire for the man onto him. Of course, the fact that you had any sort of feelings for the Jedi was a problem, but as long as you could tell yourself it wasn’t reciprocated you’d be content keeping it to yourself.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and admired yourself in the vanity mirror before you. Your gracious hosts had decided to throw a banquet in honour of the aid you and your companions had provided. Seeing as it was a formal event you had taken the opportunity to dress up a little more than usual.

Your makeup had been applied delicately to accentuate your features and your hair tied up in intricate yet delicate knots. The dress you had picked out was a deep red and lay waiting for you on your bed.

Standing up from the plush bench of the vanity you walk over to your dress. You take a moment to smooth your hands over the silky fabric; removing all the creases. You were going to love great in it, you could already tell.

Lifting the dress from the bed you carefully stepped into it. Reaching for the small zipper located in the back of the dress you were met with a problem. You couldn’t reach. Realizing you were going to have to call for a servant to help you opened your door just enough to peek your head out. Instead of finding a member of the palace staff as you had hoped you Anakin was standing there hand raised as if to knock on your door.

“Oh, Anakin! Can I help you with something?” you greeted with a sweet yet surprised smile.

“I was just coming to see if you were almost ready,” he said and then gestured at the door, “can I come in?”

You had to think for just a moment. There was the small problem of your unzipped dress and the sheer amount of ass that visible while it was in that state but he could also be the solution to the problem. With no one else in sight, you opened the door enough for him to come in.

“I actually need your help with something,” you say closing the door behind Anakin.

He looked at you, a small amount of concern swirling around in his blue eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes. Everything is fine,” you were quick to reassure him. “I just need you to zip up my dress.” When you turned around Anakin’s breath hitched and you mentally cursed yourself for choosing to wear such lacy bottoms. You worried it made it seem like you had wanted him to see you like this. But maybe you had.

He was gentle as he worked the zipper up the dress. Every time his fingers brushed against the ridge of your spine you breathe caught in your through and a shiver shot through your body. You only hoped Anakin hadn’t noticed

Anakin laughed behind you once finished and his fingers ghosted over your bare shoulder. “Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

“Possibly, but what are you going to do about it?” You continued to face forward not trusting yourself to look back at him.

He stepped closer, you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His fingers lazily continued to brush against your skin; this time daring to dip over your should and trace the line of your collar bone.

“I could help you ease some of the tension,” his voice was low as he spoke and you could feel his breath hitting the back of your ear, “I’ve been feeling it too, you know.”

Your attention was pulled away from the heat pooling in your stomach by a knock at your door. “(Y/N), are you still in there? I sent Anakin to get you but he obviously hasn’t come back yet.” There was no mistaking the voice outside the door for anyone but Obi-wan.

You stepped away from Anakin and opened the door. “Sorry for keeping you waiting Obi. He was helping me with my dress,” you quickly apologize.

You watched his eyes wander over your body, taking everything you were offering. He brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. Throughout the gesture, his eyes never left yours. “You look absolutely stunning tonight,” he said the moment your hand had left his mouth, “I doubt there will be a person there that can keep their eyes off you.” You knew what he was really saying was that he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off you.

Anakin, obviously annoyed at being interrupted early, walked up behind you and leaned against the doorframe; his body brushing against yours. “Well if we’re in a big enough hurry from you to come find us we should get going.”

“Of course,” Obi-wan was quick to offer you his arm, “M’lady?” He was being as charming as always and you couldn’t resist the chance to slip your arm through his.

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The banquet ending up being rather disappointing. There was plenty to eat and drink and overall it had been rather good. The disappointing part was how much work you ended up doing. You had been hoping to send the evening in the company of your Jedi companions but the other politicians had started seeking out your attention the moment you walked in. You were a senator after all, which meant that you had far more power than the local politicians. They all wanted to be on your good side and they did seem to realize that the best way to do that at the moment was to leave you alone.

You were slightly flushed from drinking when a warm hand on your shoulder grabbed your attention. “Obi-wan and I are heading back to our rooms for the evening.” It was Anakin, “I was wondering if you’d like to join us?” You couldn’t be more thankful that he had decided then to come and save you. The man in front of you was incredibly borning and you were worried if you listened to him any longer you’d fall asleep.

You turned and slipped his hand from your shoulder and into your hand and into yours. “I’d love that,” you turned your head to face the man you had been talking to, “I’m sorry for leaving so soon but I promise to get back to on your proposal as soon as I have the time.”

“Of course, Senator,” replied the man, “I look forward to your response.”

Neither you or Anakin said anything until you were out of the banquet hall. “Thank you so much, Ani. I don’t know how much longer I could have listened to him,” you said, letting go of his hand.

His hand followed yours, trying to catch it again. It was a small movement that you almost missed. “You looked like you were about to fall asleep,” he laughed, “Obi-wan’s waiting for us back in our room.”

“Waiting for us? It almost sounds like the two of you have something planned.”

“Something like that,” replied Anakin with a small shrug.

A small laugh slipped past your lips, “well I can’t wait to find out what it is then.”

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When you arrived at your destination Anakin wasted no time ushering you through the door. On the other side, you were greeted by Obi-wan. His fingers still lingering in his beard as if he had been deep in thought before you walked in.

“It took you long enough,” stated Obi-wan.

“I’m sorry Master,” replied Anakin. You watched a smirk curl at the edge of his lip, “you wouldn’t believe how many people wanted to talk to our sweet Senator.” Obi-wan approached you slowly a smirk forming on his lips as well, “I can only imagine. Did you say anything to her?”

“I thought I’d leave that to you.”

You could feel their eyes on you, watching every little move you made while listening to their interaction. Their gaze was hungry and full of an intensity you hadn’t seen from either of them before. A shiver raced down your spine, from fear or anticipation. You couldn’t tell.

Obi-wan slowly circled you as he spoke, his body nearly touching yours. “You see, Anakin and I are tired. Tired of what, you might ask?”

You shuddered away from the spark you felt from his fingers grazing over your check.

“You’ve been such a little minx lately. Teasing us with something we can’t have.” He nodded his head signalling for Anakin to take his place behind you. You could feel his fingers already playing with the zipper of your dress.

Anakin’s calloused fingers trace the ridge of your spine and stopped when he hit the top of your dress, “ After all that teasing, we figured it would only be fair if we got to do some teasing of our own. And ultimately give you what you want, if you’re good.”

You shivered once again, there was doubt that it was from anticipation this time.

Obi-wan’s thumb gently brushed over your bottom lip, “if this is what you want?”

“Yes.” Your response was breathy and quiet. In a moment of boldness, you leaned forward to catch his lips with your own but were stopped by a strong hand holding your jaw in place.

He chuckled, his face impossibly close to your own. “Someone’s eager. Patients is a virtue, Senator.” His piercing blue eyes held your gaze and you could only manage a small nod in response. “Anakin.”

“Yes, Master?” Anakin’s fingers were toying with the top hem of your dress as if he was trying to resist the urge to just tear it off you.

“How do you think she would look without the dress?” His eyes never left yours as he spoke.

Anakin chuckled lowly, “I know for a fact what she’s wearing underneath is much prettier. Want me to take it off, Master?”

“Yes, I think I do,” replied Obi-wan. He tilted your face closer to his and ran his thumb over your lip once more before pulling you into a needy kiss. His lips were rough against your soft ones and he was quick to add his tongue to the mix. You let out a small and satisfied moan at the feeling.

Meanwhile, Anakin got work unzipping your dress; moving painfully slow. He took his time, lips brushing over every new inch of skin as it was revealed to him. Between the after-effects of the alcohol and your rising arousal, your mind began to swirl. Trying so hard to pick a sensation to focus on but ultimately failing.

When your dress fell from your shoulder you shivered from the coolness of the room and then from the feeling of Obi-wan’s large hands gently caressing the tops of your breasts. His eyes had left yours and had moved down to focus on the lacy bottoms you still wore.

“You’re right Anakin. This is much prettier.” You watched the lust completely cloud his eyes. “What I’m wondering is why you wear something like this, my sweet? Were you hoping this would happen?”

“I- uh,” you tried to answer but you just couldn’t find the words. Part of you had wanted something like this to happen since you had met the two Jedi. But that was the part of you that held your fantasies, things you never expected to happen.

Yet here you were; their hands wandering aimlessly across your body. And there was an undeniable heat forming between your legs and a strong need for more. More of what? You weren’t sure, but you needed more.

You opened your mouth to whine when Anakin’s lips brushed against your neck. He was gentle at first but slowly increased the pressure of his lips. He took the liberty of littering your neck with a few light nips. Earning another moan from you that was only drawn out when Obi-wan’s delicately ran over your nipples. You didn’t miss the pleased smile that flashed on his face as they perked up under his touch. But it still wasn’t enough. In a weak attempt to quell the ache at your core, you rubbed your thighs together.

Your actions only earned you a chuckle from the ruddy haired Jedi. One of his hands dipped below the curve of your breast and down the rest of your body to gently stroke your sex. It was enough to make your breath catch and your bottom lip find a home between your teeth. Even through your bottoms, Obi-wan could feel the wetness that was beginning to pool there. “Someones feeling needy. Anakin, I think she could use your help, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” replied Anakin, ready to take Obi-wan’s plan before you.

You felt his bread brush your neck as he leaned towards you, his lips mere centimetres away from your ear. His fingers slipped just beneath the waistband of your bottoms and lightly tugged. “Take these off for me, darling.”

“Yes,” you breathed out. Your wrist was caught in a tight grip before you had the chance to remove the article of clothing.

“Sir,” Obi-wan’s voice was firm as he spoke.

“What?” you couldn’t stop a small edge of confusion creeping into your voice.

“Call me sir,” his grip loosened up on your wrist, but only slightly.

“Yes sir,” those words leaving your lips were music to Obi-wan’s ears.

He placed a kiss directly underneath your ear, “good girl.” It was almost sinful the way the words flowed effortlessly from his lips. You needed him; you needed both of them, now.

When his hand released yours you were quick to remove the undergarment. And Anakin was even quicker when it came to filling the place left vacant by Obi-wan. “What would you like me to do to her, Master?”

Obi-wan’s fingers came to toy with his beard as he thought. You personally didn’t care what he did, as long as he did it soon. “You really should feel how wet our sweet Senator is before doing anything else.”

“Of course, Master.” One of Anakin’s fingers slipped between your folds pulling out a hiss of pleasure from you. He circled your clit for a moment before removing his finger. You whimpered from loss of contact but it ultimately went ignored. “You’re right about how needy she is, we really should do something about that.”

“Yes, we should.” Turning your head you saw him slipping out of the majority of his robes, leaving himself in only his trousers. After debating for a moment he picked up the cloak and slipped it back over his bare torso. “I have a feeling,” he mused, “that this may be easier on a bed.”

Wordlessly you followed the two men into one of their bedrooms, you weren’t sure who it belonged too. Obi-wan was the first to climb onto the bed. He looked rather relaxed with his legs spread out and his back resting against the headboard. He motioned for you to come to him and you were quick to obey. When you straddled him he shook his head, “more like this, darling.” He repositioned you so your head rested on his chest and your upper-half met your spread legs at a gentle angle.

Anakin was hurridly throwing off the last of his clothes. You couldn’t stop your eyes from hungrily roaming up and down his body. You stopped when you reached his cock, breath hitching at the thought of how it would feel inside you.

Obi-wan’s chest vibrated in a quiet chuckle, obviously finding some amusement in your reaction. “You really are a little slut, aren’t you.” the absent way he said it made it sound if he was thinking aloud but none the less the name brought a flush to your cheeks and a fresh surge of desire.

“Are you almost ready Anakin?” the man behind you asked; his fingers tracing the curve of your neck over and over again.

“I’m waiting for you, Master,” replied Anakin.

“Why don’t we start with your fingers then,” said Obi-wan, “she seems to like that.” As if to prove his point his fingers came to gently rub your clit; just long enough for a moan to leave your lips. He lifted his fingers to your mouth. “Open,” the word was quiet but commanding none the less. As soon as your lips parted two of his fingers found a space between them. You could feel a hum reverberate through his chest as your tongue ran over him. It was becoming increasingly difficult for you to ignore the sign of Obi-wan’s arousal agaisnt your back.

Anakin’s only response to the scene before him was a mischevious smirk. He eventually settled between your legs, his face level with your sex. His first touch was painfully slow; moving up one thigh and then down the other. He loved watching you shiver under his touch.

He continued like this for a while, you weren’t quite sure just how long. When his thumb finally brushed against your sensitive numb your moan was one of relief as much as pleasure. Even then he was still slow, taking the chance to savour how you felt underneath his fingers. When you started to squirm a pressure held your hips in place.

Obi-wan must have been able to sense your concern over the sourceless restraint. “It’s just the force, darling.”

You were focused on Obi-wan and his words when curled a finger inside you. You gasped from the suddenness of it.

Obi-wan’s fingers found your hair, tangling themselves in the soft locks. “You look so beautiful like this. And you’ve been such a good girl so far. Should I tell Anakin to use his mouth? Would you like that my sweet?”

“Yes sir,” you whimpered, Anakin now lazily thrusting two fingers into your soaking cunt.

“Well, you heard her Anakin. Use your mouth.”

“Of course Master,” he eagerly placed a kiss on each of your thighs, taking the opportunity to suck small marks into your skin. You had expected him to remove his fingers when his tongue began to work on your sensitive nub yet they continued to thrust in and out. Always curling to hit that perfect spot inside you.

Your moans grew in volume and frequency and you felt your release building inside you. You were so close when you felt Anakin’s hand and mouth leave you abruptly.

“You’re being too loud, darling. We can’t have anyone hearing us now, can we? Let’s find something to preoccupy that pretty little mouth of yours.” Obi-wan gently eased you up and motioned for Anakin to relax on the bed.

Obi-wan leaned forward, his bread tickling the shell of your ear as he spoke, “I imagine you’d look absolutely lovely with Anakin’s cock in your mouth. Don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

You could feel his smirk, “then I suggest you don’t keep him waiting. He can be so impatient.” He nudged you gently in Anakin’s direction.

You crawled over to him quickly coming to rest between his legs. You took a moment to just watch him.

Anakin saw it as hesitation and in an attempt to spur you on he propped himself up; his hand playing with a lock of your hair, “Don’t be nervous, I promise to be gentle with you.”

“I’m not nervous,” you start, “I was just admiring the view.”

You place you a light kiss on the head before licking up the beads of precum that had gathered there. His deep groan only made you want more. You slipped as much of his length into your mouth, your hand circling around what was left. You wanted to move slowly, force him to endure what you had. But when his hands tangled into your hair and his hips bucked into your mouth, no matter how gentle, you knew he was setting the pace and there was nothing you could do to change that.

Obi-wan’s large hand ran up the arch of your back once again splitting your attention between the two men. “Hmmm, I was right. You really go look gorgeous like that, and you take him so well. Maybe I should properly reward you this time.” He moved around until he was positioned directly underneath your raised sex.

He patted your thigh just hard enough to get attention, “sit.”

You couldn’t help but squirm once seated on his face, his beard tickled far more that you had anticipated. But his hands took hold of your hips and held you in place. The warmth of his tongue licking a slow line up your slit had you moaning against Anakin’s cock. The added stimulation pulling a stream of curses from the young man.

Obi-wan couldn’t help but chuckle, the feeling sending shivers through your entire body and once again causing you to moan.

Anakin was getting sloppy. His thrusts speeding up and the grip on your hair tightening almost the point of pain. His release was coming, and you were more than happy to help speed up the process.

You were prepared when you felt his hips stutter and cock quiver in between your lips. You eagerly swallowed as much of him as you could, relishing in the way he watched you with hooded eyes.

You gasped as your mouth left him, your lungs trying to fill with air. Your attempt was foiled when Obi-wan’s tongue began to focus on a particularly sensitive part of your sex. His name slipped past your lips like a prayer and continued to do so until Anakin caught you in a heated kiss.

You could feel it coming again, that release you needed so badly. With every passing second knot in your stomach tightened, and then it broke all at once. You clung to Anakin, your fingers digging in his back and your desperate moans muffled by his lips.

Obi-wan did bother moving until you had finished riding out your orgasm. But when he did he was sitting up and pulling you around to face him. You weren’t sure when he had taken off his pants but he was as bare as you and Anakin now.

You dipped your head to take his cock in your mouth when he stopped you, “not tonight, darling. I need to be inside you. Now.”

You straddled him, the feeling of him pushing into you slowly had your lower lip between your teeth as you tried to hold back the loud moan that threatened to escape. He stifled his own moan by burning his face into your neck. “You feel incredible, darling,” he groaned against your sweat-covered skin.

Obi-wan’s hips moved up to meet yours in deep langued strokes; his lips kissing every inch of skin he could reach.

You felt the bed shift behind you as Anakin sat behind you. His lips were soft as they moved across your shoulder blades, but this was contrasted by the hand that had reached around you and worked mercilessly at your clit and the other that pulled at your nipple.

You could feel another orgasm sneaking up on you, the two men working wonders on your body. When it hit your vision flashed white for a moment and a mess of the two names mixed together left your lips in a loud moan. The way your walls flutter around Obi-wan only served to spur him on until he found his own orgasm only moments later. He was quick to pull out and cover your thighs in his sticky seed.

You were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat and breathed heavily. You were still recovering when Anakin scooped you up and set you down on your back. “My turn,” he mumbled as he kissed you, his lips frantic and needy.

He eased himself into you slowly, aware of just how sensitive you were at the moment. His pace was quicker than the one Obi-wan had set and rougher. You nails dragged down his back as the kiss became a mess a teeth and tongue.

Once again Anakin felt himself getting dangerously close to the edge. He hips sped up, chasing his orgasm. “On your, stomach? Can I,” he groaned out. It was hardly coherent yet you understood him perfectly.

“Yes,” you moaned.

Moments later he was slipping out of you and covering your stomach with ropes of his warm seed. He continued to hove above you, his breath coming out in shallow pants. He leaned his head down to rest against yours and you giggled when his hair tickled your cheek.

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Later, after you had all managed to get cleaned up, you lay between the two men. Your eyes were dropping from the exhaustion of your previous activities. “We really should do that again,” you mumbled.

“If we do, I get to be in charge next time,” stated Anakin, his fingers running through your hair.

Obi-wan gave him a quizzical look, “No, I don’t think so. I had far too much fun.”

“Sharing is caring Obi-wan,” replied Anakin.

“Out of all the things I’ve ever said to you, that’s what you choose to remember?” scoffed Obi-wan

Anakin shrugged, “only when it gets me what I want.”

You giggled and fell asleep before hearing the end of their childish argument.

#obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #nsft #bubblethirsts

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Supernatural and Me, Painting With What I Hope Will Be Gradually Increasing Skill 1x01: The Pilot

In celebration of This Thing That Is Happening I’m watching Supernatural from the beginning. I’m a bit of a completist when it comes to media so I will very probably watch every episode, which means it’ll be sometime next year before I get to the glorious ending but heyyyyyy tv shows are forever.

Remember when, unless something went into syndication or ended up in reruns, you could never see it again? Remember enjoying stuff and having no ability to rewatch, and never, ever, being able to obsessively rewatch or start anytime or decide what time of day was convenient for you to watch? When the only things on at 4pm were Sesame Street and Oprah?

Me neither.

This is going to seem like a total nonsequitur but recently I’ve become aware that (1) I have too many home projects to do and (2) I have been skimping of self care and R&R and (3) one of those projects involves teaching myself how to paint petrykivka, because I’ve always wanted a kitchen that looks like this:

Okay, not exactly like this because I have modern appliances and my city bylaws wouldn’t support the use of a woodstove no matter how aesthetically awesome it is but I totally have ambitions to paint my kitchen cupboards in a much less accomplished version of this style.

I have no artistic training but there are loads of tutorials on this online and I’m willing to paint my way through as many episodes of Supernatural as I need to in order to feel like I’m not going to totally fuck up this fun project so WHEEE and also fair warning: if you don’t want to watch a non-artist struggle with basic concepts for a longass time, maybe look away. Also if you don’t want to watch a previous not-viewer of Supernatural watch it from the beginning, well, you’d best also look away.

Also fair warning: I’m a horror fan, and since we’re in horror territory I’ll probably talk about horror tropes a bit. I’ve got an academic background that includes writing about Victorian horror lit so I’ve got a high tolerance for the representation of masculinity in pop culture and I also think it’s hilarious, so I might make some fun of the show, but just know that it’s all in the name of enjoying it. If that perspective isn’t your cup of tea, you know what to do.

Anyway here’s Supernatural s1e1: The Pilot. For painting, I’m going work on the brush loading and stroke technique from the first five minutes of this handy tutorial which won’t embed for some reason.

THE PILOT

I have many favourite moments so far but I think my absolute fav is the high male doofery of John hearing Mary scream, run upstairs to see what is up, find baby boy child Sam comfortably tucked away in his crib, and forget completely about Mary or whatever is up with her (HA! see what I did there?) until her blood literally starts dripping onto their son. Lol 100% realistic in my opinion, this is what happens in the male brain when a woman has a genuine problem.

I’m fine, by the way.

12 minutes in: oho! a highway that eats men. I approve.

15 minutes: oho! a Victorian ghost lady in her Victorian ghost underwear who eats men. I APPROVE. [Later note she’s not Victorian but her underwear kind of it? I continue to be confused by this.] I love that she glitches like a bad VCR tape and this driver dude doesn’t blink, hahahaha.

Something I really enjoy--and I mean genuinely enjoy--about horror-esque media made by and for men is that male sexual anxiety as a driver for monsters of the week makes for incredibly powerful female monsters, like, I know this one will probably be defeated but I am all for her apparently enormous sexual appetite, demand for compliments, perfect mid-2000s eyeliner, and relentlessness. also like lolol don’t be led by your dick bro, I once knew a guy who got a bird thrown at his face and then ghost-eaten is a message for the ages.

Can I say I am really looking forward to watching this whole deal become increasingly gay, like, what a treat.

Also ayyyy non-recurring goth gf:

And non-recurring goth gf gf:

Can someone please point me to the fic where these two solve supernatural occurrences through vaguely Satanic practices? I headcanon that they’ll exorcise your house by infesting it with a larger, more powerful, but somewhat more polite demonic entity than the one you’ve already got. Problem solved!

Today’s palette has been determined by the abundance of mismatched colours I have left over from various stencil projects, most of which I have yet to complete. In any case I’ve got some nice acrylic paint but for practicing brush strokes this old chalk paint will maybe do (spoiler: it smelled bad and it did not do, but I got at least one hilarious piece of art from it, see below). Today I’m working in indigo, pepto bismol, and gold.

Petrykivka paint strokes are charmingly simple until you try to do them. Today I’m practicing with one colour at a time, and then mixing. (This video explains the different strokes.)

To be fair, this paint is very thick and crappy, so the struggle is real, lol.

I mean the victims are all men, this is quite a fantasy yeah? like, WhAt if thErE wAs a GHost wHo eNDANGered the MenS???

Like, Dean searches for this:

And he gets this:

Hahaha ao3 tags: extreme AU, on what planet? not this one

“Sooner or later you’re going to have to face up to who you really are” oh Dean.

Like though the ghost lady supposedly died in 1981...maybe her whalebone corset killed her? Anyway she drives the Impala for a bit, so like, steals the symbolic penis of the male protagonists, lol. Good times, you go ghost lady.

38 mins? Rapey ghost is rapey. Uncool, lady ghost. Very uncool. Also I think you might have a plumbing problem. Okay a pretty serious plumbing problem. I like the effects as the ghost kids flush her (and themselves, I guess) down the spiritual toilet. Nice work.

44m from a previous viewing attempt I have a vague recollection of being somewhat attached to Jessica, and Jessica in her smurf pjs, and then being just a little disappointed by the end of the pilot and here we are...hooboy

Is it Sam? Is it Sam’s psychic Need for Adventure that is slashing the midriffs of these women and sticking them to the ceiling? Was it so intense that it manifested practically the moment he popped from the womb?

Please enjoy my half arsed brush stroke techniques that I practiced on this terrible portrait of Jessica and / or maybe Mary but probably Jessica. I didn’t want to use as much orange and yellow as I would have needed to do flames around her so I did a bunch of flowers instead lol.

#supernatural #spn 1x01 #petrykivka #bad art #may watches supernatural from the beginning

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@didilydee I really appreciate you critically considering my discussion points and showing an interest in not spreading misinformation! OP blocked me so my post debunking their’s wouldn’t show up in their notes where other people could see it being criticized and to ensure I couldn’t respond to their reblog directly so it would look like I failed to offer a counter argument in order to give the illusion of them being in the right since it would apparently be too much of an effort for them to engage in an actual discussion where their claims could potentially be debunked. In any case, since their response involved you I felt as though you might be interested in considering giving it a look :)

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I used this particular article because it was a convenient compilation of facts from various certified legal sources that’s geared towards relaying those facts— not unsourced gossip. It contains links and references to the court documents and other certified sources within the article and the judge is not the sole source within each point that relays facts— not opinions. Therefore, it’s not clickbait unless you consider summaries of legal documents and testimonies clickbait. If you see something specific that’s not a fact outside of the closing statement that includes the author’s opinion, you’re more than welcome to say so.

I didn’t spam every single person who reblogged it with tags— I only brought this to the attention of those who had posted their own comments implying they were open to a discussion given their willingness to reconsider things when presented with facts. Even then, I didn’t tag everyone who commented— only a handful of people. You act like I was making a callout post towards them when I said, “This isn’t a callout post of course I just wanted to bring this information to the attention of individuals I noticed were reblogging with comments. Dylan Farrow and Soon-Yi are often mixed up with each other so I can see how this might be confusing in that sense. You’re not obligated to reblog my fact-checks of course but please consider at least deleting OPs misleading post from your dash to prevent spreading misleading information”, which can be found in my reblog. If they want to say something, let them say it— you don’t have to put words in their mouth akin to how you’re putting words in mine given the unwarranted accusations you attempted to make throughout your post.

It’s very telling of you to claim people who make an effort to be informative when encountering misleading information are “loony” while also acting as though my request for others to consider information you refrained from relaying was a callout rather than a request. I generally refrain from making unwarranted accusations towards people I discuss things with, but given your reaction it’s evident I’m not the one with issues here, so don’t try to project your own problems onto people who consider things critically just because you expect them to believe you with ease and without question on a public platform given how that would be rather loony. Everyone else I’ve had a discussion with on this matter thus far have at least been receptive regardless of where they stand agenda-wise. However, your decision to block me so that my post debunking your own wouldn’t show up in the replies along with your decision to attack my rhetoric without giving me a chance to defend it or criticize your own is another story entirely.

Again, you clearly care more about pushing an agenda here through being selective about the facts you choose to relay rather than addressing the fact that you purposefully left out legal information that didn’t align with your own. Your comments about the #MeToo movement make that evident given how you didn’t address the fact that I said, “Both Woody Allen and Mia Farrow were horrible people and the abuse they committed should not be politicized for the sake of pushing a feminist nor anti-feminist agenda.” You’ve become so obsessed with spewing misleading information to push your own agenda that you’d rather jump through obstacles than acknowledge that your cherry-picking argument is based off of that very agenda rather than the facts that overshadow your personal bias.

It’s interesting that you said, “the words of the person known to have abused and manipulated”, in regard to Moses given how this is known because of his and his siblings allegations that didn’t result in Mia being imprisoned yet you still obviously believe these allegations— as people should given the evidence despite Mia trying to dispute as much. However, you’re dismissing the allegations of Dylan, her mother, three witnesses, and Woody’s therapist who saw him for inappropriate behavior towards Dylan before Woody was even caught cheating. Bringing attention to your hypocrisy isn’t idiotic but nice try.

It’s also odd but not unsurprising that you’re saying Moses should be trusted in regard to denying Dylan’s trauma since that evidently aligns with the agenda you’re trying to push here in favor of dismissing all the other witnesses and legal officials that conflicts with your argument— such as Dylan, Mia, the three witnesses whose timelines aligns with Dylan’s story, the judge, the state prosecutor, Woody’s therapist, Dylan’s pediatrician, investigating officers, and even the state attorney.

I want to reiterate what I said before: “I don’t doubt Moses Farrow was abused by Mia in the least, but the source also brings attention to how Dylan’s story aligns with [four] other peoples [accounts]— not just Mia’s. Moses likely wasn’t present during the assault [itself], so he can’t say she wasn’t assaulted anymore than Dylan can say he wasn’t abused.”

As for the New-Haven Sexual Abuse Clinic, if you actually bothered reading through the article’s legal sources, accounts, and testimonies then you’d know that the doctor who signed off on the legal report you’re referring to never actually met Dylan personally to make an in-person assessment, no psychologists or psychiatrists were assigned to her panel, the notes regarding her evaluation were destroyed, her confidentiality wasn’t respected, this institution welcomingly invited Woody to profess his innocence when they should have remained professionally unbiased, and the judge and state prosecutor deemed this claim as unacceptable given that.

As for your defense of how Woody being a pedophile and assaulting Dylan would have been irrational... yes— you’re right. That’s the point and yet you still missed it somehow. Pedophiles aren’t rational in the risks they take as pedophiles. Your rhetorical questions usually don’t bode well for defending people accused of pedophilia given how it relies on defending their character and the characters of pedophiles don’t have much worth defending since their judgements are skewered, impulsive, and dangerous.

As for inconsistencies, you fail to address the inconsistencies about Woody’s story changing and you honestly just dug a deeper hole for yourself in regard to the attic thing given how Woody’s story pertained to a police report in which he told them he’d never been in the attic before changing his story and saying he had gone up there before.

Oh, an on another note... demeaningly claiming that an issue as complex as this one is something people should “obvious[ly]” be able to make sense of in attempt to make people feel foolish for not unquestioningly agreeing with you is not a very good look at all. It’s dangerous to suggest people shouldn’t be critical of the concepts you push onto them.

I can quote things, too, but from multiple sources instead of just cherry picking ones that align with pushing a specific agenda.

Judge Elliott Wilk, the presiding judge in Allen’s custody suit against Farrow, concluded that there is “no credible evidence to support Mr. Allen’s contention that Ms. Farrow coached Dylan or that Ms. Farrow acted upon a desire for revenge against him for seducing Soon-Yi.”

In his 33-page decision, Judge Wilk found that Mr. Allen’s behavior toward Dylan was “grossly inappropriate and that measures must be taken to protect her.”

“You look at her [Dylan] in a sexual way. You fondled her . . . You don’t give her any breathing room. You look at her when she’s naked.”

Another babysitter told police and also swore in court that on that same day, she saw Allen with his head on Dylan’s lap facing her body, while Dylan sat on a couch “staring vacantly in the direction of a television set.” A French tutor for the family told police and testified that that day she found Dylan was not wearing underpants under her sundress. The first babysitter also testified she did not tell Farrow that Allen and Dylan had gone missing until after Dylan made her statements.

The state attorney, Maco, said publicly he did have probable cause to press charges against Allen but declined, due to the fragility of the “child victim.”

#me too #metoo #feminism #anti feminism #woody Allen #Dylan farrow #Mia farrow #Moses farrow #feminismisahatemovement #anyways I’m blocking them back so they don’t unblock me to try to get a word in and then block me before I can reply again

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Try It On, Take It Off - Orson Krennic x Reader (Rogue One)

100 Sentence Challenge Request

Orson Krennic + 95 - “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.” Requested by @mysticaltimemachinewench

Author’s Note: Roll with the idea of Halloween and October 31st being things in the Star Wars universe just for this fic, please! This boy is so whiny, I spent all week writing for him last week and he’s still like “write more!” so, I thought I’d post one. It’s because he’s all the bottom of my drafts now I’m sure of it. Boots & Boys - Kesha Okay, so I was looking for songs to do with dressing up. And I found a bunch of cute love songs about wearing your SOs clothing, but... This one is fun and I needed fun for the premise-!

Disclaimer: Rogue One Characters/SW Universe not mine. / Requested premise / lyrics & gifs not mine.

Premise: Every Halloween it’s the same thing, and Krennic is sick of people dressing like him. This year he’s determined to get to the bottom of things...

Words: 2010

Warnings: Swearing / Sexual connotations/Pre-Amble

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Think it's time that I mention I've got myself an obsession For the smell, for the touch I know I've got myself a habit But I gotta have it now I don't care where, work it out Let me break it down I try it on, I take it off So what you got? Something 'bout boots and boys They bring me so much joy I gotta say I wear 'em both so pretty as I walk in the city Give me boots and boys I'm keeping quite the collection Take nothing less than perfection My men drop beats like a bomb Wind me up, spin me round Oh, lookie what I found (ooh!) I'm crazy for you, crazy for you Hey hey, whatcha looking at? Hey hey, something you can't have They've got me looking rad You feeling that?

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October 31st was always a date Krennic hated seeing in his calendar. The Death Star had not been a project spanning months by any stretch of the imagination. Orson was many, many years into this – and he was now accustomed to his workers Halloween traditions. He couldn’t say it wasn’t one of the reasons he was glad that it was nearing completion. That, and he might finally get the recognition he deserved. At least for now he had you. Given, you were relatively new to the project when he looked at the timeline as a whole, but you were certainly a necessary piece – and Krennic actually liked you. A lot of the other employees, if he were honest with himself, he actually could have done without. Which is probably why you’d grown close – and then maybe a little too close. But Orson wasn’t going back on that now. This was the day Krennic didn’t want to leave his office – inevitably, it was also the day that everyone would have him chasing all over the structure. Why? Oh, because they all knew how much he hated today too! So as soon as the email pinged in from the other side of the Death Star, Krennic tried everything he could to get them to come to him, or to send him documents, pictures, anything that meant he didn’t have to go on an annoyingly long walk. Orson used practically every persuasive trick in the book, to no avail. Eventually he had to concede rising from his desk, sighing angrily, and gathering his things to head to the problem. Almost immediately he was assaulted with the kind of visuals he’d become accustomed to. It seemed every other person on this damned vessel took today to dress up as him. Now, whilst dressing in the full white Intelligence Bureau tunic would have been against protocol and would have meant he could reprimand them, everyone decided to wear capes of various different colours instead. Some, like his, matched their uniforms – and if it wasn’t also for the fact they copied the way he walked and carried himself, with an unconvincing attempt at his accent and speech patterns, he’d find it quite tasteful. Krennic would almost be flattered, he supposed - perhaps even feel like a trend setter – had the crew not being doing it for any other reason than to mock him. God forbid any of them attempt Lexrulian; one day it was going to make his ears bleed. Others decided to wear their ‘capes’ in the gaudiest colours imaginable, and sometimes Orson felt like he was going to be physically ill just staring at them.

Still, technically all of this was against regulation – and although he probably couldn’t take on the entire staff and win, he took pleasure in chastising those he disliked most. “Isn’t that a little against your uniform regulation?” “Take that off now – before I have you reported.” “Next time I catch you in something like this, you’re off the project.” Annoyingly, he could never keep how irked he was out of his voice – and they took great joy out of that, and never bothered hiding it. When they did take these ridiculous attempts at mocking him off (Though it worked. He supposed.), Krennic knew they’d be pulled back on before he rounded the next corner – but for now at least, Orson could be smug in his little bit of power. The fact he could actually force the crew to remove them. He often pondered how this started. Tarkin, he had no doubt. Krennic wasn’t going to blame himself after all, he knew his uniform looked damn good. He just wasn’t fool enough to think this was respectful admiration. Eventually he reached the person who emailed him and, as predicted, it was an easy fix that Krennic could have done in less than five minutes on his tablet back in his office. The Director almost punished them on the spot for that, but by this time was already too pissed off with the situation to trust himself not to lose complete control. Not that that didn’t happen a lot, especially when everything was stalling – but today that was what everyone wanted. ‘If I see another bad attempt at ridiculing my uniform I’ll scream…’ Orson’s jaw was beginning to ache with the way he was tightening it. Half way back to his office, Krennic took a detour. By now he really was yelling at people – Orson was this close to drawing weapons and kicking them off the station, Project Stardust be damned. Desperately seeking respite, he wandered back to his quarters and as the corridors began to quieten, scuffled along in his boots, sulking. ‘What did I ever do to deserve this-!?’ Reaching the door to his room, Krennic gave a small smile – he would receive relief in here. Well at least she will be sweet... I can tell her my frustrations and she’ll sympathize… As Krennic keyed himself in and the door slid open, he realised just how wrong he could be. You were walking up and down the main room and studying yourself in about every reflective surface you could find. If this wasn’t you, Krennic would have blown it, and immediately all his irritations came flooding back. You were, of course – with access to his wardrobe - pacing around in his uniform. Full Intelligence white, rank bar included. Sure, the sleeves were rolled up – which pained him because it’d take an age to get those creases out - and the cape was a little long for you, but, you had the whole thing on, right down to the boots. Usually Krennic might smirk and call you out on wearing his clothes, after all you did look good in his tailored shirts. Any other day of the week he’d probably be pretty turned on right now. But NOT today. As the door slid closed behind him and beeped locked, you whirled around. The cape moved with you and your eyes fell to it; immediately distracted. Krennic’s uniform was gorgeous on him, but the feeling of power you got when wearing it for yourself was indescribable. You liked running your hands over it – the feeling of the fabric between your fingers very nearly bordering obsessive with your need to do it at every chance you could; it was so perfectly weighted that, in all honesty, the tailoring was a marvel to you. You always made a mental note to thank the designers and sewers for their impeccable work. (On Orson’s entire wardrobe, actually.) “Director.” You presented yourself and looked back to him, “What do you think?” Orson very nearly shivered, and if he wasn’t so pissed he’d probably have let himself. That was Lexrulian – and compared to everything else he’d heard today, was very nearly music to his ears. “What are you doing-!?” There was a snap in the undertone of his voice – agitated, to match the way his jaw tightened. You answered cheerily, nonetheless. “It’s Halloween. So, I’m you! I mean you could be me if you wanted, but I’m not sure the uniform would fit-!” You giggled slightly at the mental image of him in your tight black jacket – no, maybe it wouldn’t fit properly, but it might look really good. If only for a second. Although Krennic was glaring at you by now. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, is all this YOUR idea-!?” For a moment you looked innocent, “No! You mean the fact everyone else does it? I didn’t start it, but I felt I could damn well finish it. Besides, LOOK!, I can do it better than everyone else!” “No! No! Y/N-!” You scrambled up onto the table, and cleared your throat. It was clear to Krennic you’d been practicing, because you had his stance down and his mannerisms almost perfect. He was almost impressed. “The POWER we are dealing with here is immeasurable! Single reactor ignition would be just an inkling of it’s true destructive potential! And I will not fail!” He blinked slowly, thinking you were mixing up at least three of his previous conversations there. There was a long pause before Krennic stepped forward, pointing at you. “GET. DOWN! Do you have any idea how expensive that table was-!?” “Awwww, Orson, c’mon!!” “I’m NOT impressed, GET DOWN!” “Baaabe.” “Don’t whine..!” You backed up just out of his reach, even your best innocent eyes weren’t saving you today – he must have been furious. “But it took me so long, I’ve tried on all the variants, I tried on your dress uniform even-! And it isn’t complete without the cape, and the rain one doesn’t have a patch on the glory of this one!! I thought it wouldn’t drag if I put on my heeled boots, but that didn’t get the look right either! And it’s you – so, it had to be perfect…” Your eyes glittered gently as you tried to plead with him, “I thought if I did it properly, it might make you smile. That it might be more… respectful. I dunno I-” He cut you off, demanding, “OFF. THE. TABLE.” “Well, what are you gonna do-!?!” Krennic was quick on his feet, and even though you’d backed yourself up he still managed to grab your wrist and drag you down. You might have been in his uniform, but you were nowhere near his height; and you might have had his traits down, but you didn’t have his strength either. Meaning within seconds he had you shoved up against a wall – with a squeak – before his lips were on yours, wrists pinned by your sides. He might have been angry, but that only made this kiss hotter, and you practically melted into him. Orson was showing you absolutely no mercy – and you weren’t sure if you really deserved it, but you were at least a little glad of it. Eventually he pulled away from you; leaving you gasping and panting for breath. But you whined, wanting more from him. “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.” Krennic had, many a time. Which is one of the reasons you wanted to do this, because he might feel a little better if you were doing it right. Clearly you were in the wrong ballpark. You thought about nodding in admittance, but thought maybe continuing to be playful would get you what you wanted. “Don’t think you did – maybe you did. You should remind me.” “Oh, I think I will.” His smirk was back as you let him run his hands through the fastenings of the tunic and unzip your pants. Oh, yeah, he wanted this uniform off bad. You bit your lip, “It does look sexy on you though, is it surprising everyone wants to copy it? I mean I like trying it on and taking it off.” Orson nipped your neck, eliciting a gasp from you; “Evidently I might too.” Then he chuckled at your sigh, running his hands over your warm skin, “That doesn’t make me hate today any less. I mean it’s hardly tribute, is it?” You tipped your head, “I mean, I tried.” “Oh, don’t think I didn’t hear that mocking tone.” He grazed his lips to yours, and it was hardly rewarding, you pined for more but he held you away from him – still immobilized against the wall, “Still, I’ll admit so much… you do look very pretty in white.” You did very nearly blush, but knew that his mind wouldn’t be going to something as virtuous as weddings or dresses; probably a different kind of white lace altogether. “Can I keep the cape at least?” Maybe he’d enjoy you wearing that and very little else. That would be like a ‘sexy’ Halloween costume, would it not? Even if it was just for him. Maybe that’s what Krennic needed if he detested today so much. He growled, kissing you again before you let him slide the jacket from your shoulders and it fell to the floor; “If you’re good, we’ll see.”

--- Thank you very much for reading! It’s been a while since Krennic has been posted too, I’ll admit! 🙏❤

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