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theothin · 11 months
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Why did you rate Attack on Titan so low?
after reinterpreting it with knowledge of the author's perspectives on military and nationalism, I found very little of it to still be enjoyable. like, noticing scenes focused on the protagonists berating side characters for not being sufficiently supportive of the military, where the protagonists are clearly meant to come off as Obviously Correct, with an understanding that the viewer is meant to connect that attitude towards real-world militaries... looking at it like that, there's not much I can say for it
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crisalidaseason · 1 year
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I'm not trying to be rude, but could you explain why the yagerist believe in eugenics? because imo yeagerist are against it marley was the one killing eldians.
Thank you for being respectful in the first place.
Explaining this situation is quite...complicated. Unfortunately you need to understand the concept of eugenics but that is a whole amount of reading in itself. I suggest you read a little on it (The Eugenics Movement: An Encyclopedia is a great start).
Anyways, the Yeagerists are included in the eugenics line of thought when they support the killing of everyone beyond the walls, they are commiting ethnic erasure when they help Eren carry out his plan (and Zeke's plan too! He's literally the face of eugenics on AOT). And this is not something I took out of my head, Isayama was inspired by world war and 20th-century Japan to write AOT. The 19th and 20th centuries were the birth and strength of eugenics.
The message in Attack on Titan is that nobody there is good or bad, they are just societies that live in a cycle of hatred and opression. Yeagerists and Marleyans are two sides of the same coin, feeding into this cycle of opressed-opressor.
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just-antithings · 2 years
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can't believe we're still doing "being an attack on titan fan is racist" in the year of our lord 2022
There are actual, legitimate issues with aot. Liking the the show isn't inherently an issue though.
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chrollohearttags · 7 months
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y’all won’t be satisfied until you run every black writer off this app and I’m so serious. Yes, I’m being rude to anybody that takes time out of their day to post some dumb ass remarks (a recycled one at that) and uses it to disrespect black writers of any capacity. Sitting up screaming about wanting more representation and the black reader fics being nonexistent but y’all get mad about everything. Yes, I’m cussing y’all out everytime I see it and I’m blocking idc. Free, FREE content that people took time to create, y’all are being nasty about it. We don’t owe y’all grace or kindness. Especially when we can see the hypocrisy. Go to hell with gas undies on and leave us alone. And please write whatever y’all want and fuck these people. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk
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femplague · 1 year
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Me putting my phone down after reading the most graphic smut known to man:
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kikarouflames · 3 months
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God, saw this one of the typical toxic Eruri tweet saying "Levi would sacrifice humanity for Erwin" I replied that "Levi was devoted to HUMANITY and he would sacrifice anything even Erwin for the better good of it" and then so many Eruri shippers got on my ass. As if I had said something horrible. It caused kind of a discourse. Why eruri shippers so toxic these days, it's not all shippers since I am an eruri shipper too and I have written for that ship but some of them usually on Twitter honestly can't comprehend the fact Levi cared about Humanity more and Humanity was his first and foremost priority. So done with toxic shipping culture. Sorry I needed to vent about the frustrating shippers.
->Eruri Fandom on Twitter is so braindead, I can't log off Twitter cuz' some of my fav artists are active there.😭
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littler13 · 7 months
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What if…
Fem!Reader (Isabel Magnolia’s sister) x Levi Ackerman in a secret affair.
Not a full day goes by before Levi makes his way into the clinic again, locking the door behind him as soon as he gets in. Like a man on a mission, set on what he wants — the only way he knows how to live, an intensity that consumes you entirely. You turn to look at him from where you’re standing in front of the desk, frowning while he approaches.
“I wasn’t expecting you today,” you’re cut short and breathless when he reaches you, picking you up and landing you on the table in a swift movement. You hear the sound of objects tumbling to the ground, impatient hands moving them away. There’s not even time to giggle before his lips are covering yours, soft and wet and demanding, but you smile against them nevertheless. “What about Furlan and Isabel?”
“I told them I’d meet them at the apartment later, and that I needed to clear my head or another dumb excuse,” he breathes close to your mouth, closed eyes, hiding the heat that lives within them for this short instant.
You nod and sigh, already crumbling under his hands so easily. There are many things you know by now, about his body as well as your own, all the different ways desire and pleasure can be dragged out and brought to completion. Still, there are some things about the nature of this that you can’t quite figure out, which maybe attests to your lack of experience beyond him: are you supposed to feel your pulse quicken from the sight of him only? Sense his presence like a shift in atmosphere, engulfed by the scent of him from afar? Be consumed by the familiar tugging in your lower abdomen and have heat spreading through your center even before his touch has reached you? Could any man make you feel this way, if not Levi?
It’s been months of this, quick escapades between patients and robberies, secret sessions of stolen kisses and undercover sighs. You’re used to his impatience, the urge he has to reach out and touch after days of carefully crafted indifference. He was never one for physical contact, and you suppose you weren’t, either. You wonder why it feels different, now: is this only the effect that life-long deprivation can cause in people? Is that why you feel addicted to it, while he looks restless and even greedy every time you do this? In spite of your own natures, closeness calls to you, as if you’ve only recently found out that you’ve been starving from the lack of it.
Whatever it may be that causes this, you like it. You like it too much , a scorning voice appears to whisper in your ear. Its insistence makes you pull away, also halting his crumpling hands over your shirt at the sides of your body. It’s only then that you’re able to take a good look at his face, the slight furrowing of his forehead that indicates he’s upset about something.
“Elric withdrew from the deal again, the bastard,” he explains before you even ask. “He said it’s become too risky to conduct business with us, because of those idiots from the Military Police that have been on our asses. As if they’ll ever even come close,” he scoffs. While he speaks, your fingers drift from his nape to the sides of his neck, unconsciously trying to soothe him. You think he likes that — one more idiosyncrasy in your arrangement —, but you never really asked.
That’s a big issue, because Elric is an important client with enough purchasing power to push you closer to the surface with each successful business. His withdrawal is a tough setback, and it also means less money to afford the high-end medicines that Yan requires. Levi has every reason to be disappointed.
He leans in again, making his intentions clear. No more talking . This is what he does: he’s upset, he comes here. He’s particularly satisfied about a deal, he comes here. He’s not feeling anything at all, just drifting through the day and trying to find something to take him out of his numbness, his footsteps lead him to this same awaiting place with open arms and legs. This will never not be a mystery to you: why does he do it? Is it boredom, routine, distraction? And why do you keep letting him in? You can pretend not to know the answer to this last question, even though the truth of it has become increasingly hard to ignore.
His kisses become more pressing, hands working to open the buttons of your shirt, lips falling to your neck — good . He mumbles against your skin, finger drifting to draw patterns on the patches of your body he skillfully exposes. There’s a drunkenness to him that only becomes evident in moments such as these, which makes you think he actually likes this as much as you do. There’s lust in his stance, but also care — right?
You sigh and try to keep up, but the rushing thoughts slow your movements. It’s not that you’re starting to question this; it has more to do with the fact that you haven’t questioned this at all, ever since it started. Things just happened and kept on happening, and you told yourself that it was enough to go with the flow, just following wherever it would lead you. You don’t know what changed, exactly, but something seems to have, as the strong pounding of your chest every time he walks in would indicate; or the way you’ve been struggling to keep your hands to yourself in front of Isabel and Furlan, now, having to be extra careful not to let your excitement show when Levi’s fingers graze your skin or when Levi’s eyes flicker across the room to find yours.
“Aren’t you afraid Furlan will figure it out at this rate? He did say he’s onto us,” you recall the vow Furlan swore to see through only yesterday, trying to sound playful, both arms around Levi’s shoulders. Still holding him close in spite of your unexpected, spiraling doubts, legs opening to accommodate his body. He sighs and rests his forehead over your shoulder, leaning both hands on each side of you over the table. Sensing your hesitancy; frustrated about it? He raises his head to look at a spot beyond you, and you want to kiss his cheek. But you refrain yourself from doing it, because that would be purely affectionate, not at all seductive. Would he like it?
“It took months for him to even start suspecting,” he huffs. He seems tired, as the marks under his eyes would suggest. And he came here. Your heart aches inexplicably just from the sight of him, a disgruntling sensation. “At this rate, we’ll find our ways to the surface long before his slow head figures it out”.
And would that be so bad? , you bite your tongue before you say it. Not telling seemed to make sense when this abruptly started. It was never a decision, but something you ended up rolling along with, since it was easier to just keep it between you than to try to explain — hey, we’re casually fucking, is that cool with you?
But time passed — months that seem to hold the same worth of decades. Isabel is not a training girl Levi and Furlan took in anymore, but a steady part of the gang. And you’re not simply Isabel’s sister, but a close addition to the group and a constant part of their plans and ideas. You can’t see yourself parting ways with them, the closest to family you think you’ll ever get. None of you ever dared say the word to each other, almost afraid to jinx it; but it’s true.
So you want to say something about it, but you don’t know what . It’s been a thrilling secret, and maybe you should feel satisfied with that. But you want more , and you’re afraid he’ll keep getting comfortable with less , until whatever this is will just fade into nothing.
“I’m sorry for the deal,” you whisper instead, trying to remind yourself of why he’s here , convince yourself of a satisfying reason. It’s not just sex, but the comfort that exists in it. Deep down, he must know you understand , and that you’re someone he can share his frustrations with — which has happened time and time again, in the form of disgruntled, scattered admissions. You know him, and he knows you; that’s enough, or it has to be.
He doesn’t respond, but his eyes soften, his hand raising to hold your cheek in a way that is almost tender. When he kisses you again, you can feel the vibration of a hum pouring into your tongue, low and sultry, reaching out to spread through your whole body. Languidness takes over the previous rush, your hands bringing his face even closer, wanting to exist in the way your mouths meld together. He bites your bottom lip hard and licks it within a heartbeat, blurring the line between pain and pleasure until you’re unable to tell them apart. Unable to recognize your own voice, needy and breathy, whimpering his name in half agony, half rapture.
His left hand continues to cradle your face affectionately — you can tell yourself that —, tongue meeting yours in a slow dance. Your fingers dig into his hair, then wander down to feel the expanse of his chest, the shape of his muscles, almost cut-open and bleeding from the sharpness they meet in every corner of him. From the ethereal contour of his face to the honed sturdiness of his body, all of him seems to rip you apart and exposed, an incredibly gentle experience in spite of the deadliness. His hands are soft where they touch you, intent and so warm, drifting to rest on your thighs. Kneading, coaxing, thumbs circling the sensitive region of your lap until you’re dizzy and panting with want.
Your shirt is already half open from his previous efforts, enough of your cleavage showing for his eyes to get caught in it, simultaneously glinting and darkening with lust. He kisses his way down your throat and collarbone, his rhythm building into what it was before, desperate and hungry while he ravages your skin and leaves hidden marks on his wake. You almost cry out when his fingers graze your center, at the same time his lips close around your pebbled nipple over your thin undershirt.
So good , you can hear him mutter from time to time, nodding your head in earnest. He’s not much of a talker when you do this, but his occasional words of encouragement and appreciation are enough to make your insides melt. This is good , your mind repeats in a loop, too damn good , your shirt finally falling all the way down from your shoulder while you work to undo the buttons of his, completely intoxicated in him. His scent, the sweep of his tongue against your lips, the flexing of his arms when they pull you impossibly closer. You have all of this memorized by now, even if it feels new in every repetition.
You’re unraveling with every one of his low groans, the spark in his eyes raising too big of a fire that licks you inside and out, an exquisite burning. This is good , and you know him, don’t you? You know the effect he has on your body, the lowness of his voice, the bite of his clever statements as well as the softness hidden behind the harsh way in which he sometimes delivers his words. But you also know why he holds teacups from the top instead of the handle, the story of how hot liquid stained his clothes and scorched his skin when the delicate china snapped, making him too wary to trust it again. You know how he and Furlan met, the kind of childish alliance that only neglected kids can find in each other, growing into an unbreakable fellowship with every passing week, for years, now. You know that he hates his birthday and the way that it coincides with Christmas, reminding him of the kind of homely celebration he will never experience. The smell of death and the ache in his stomach at the small room he was confined to when too little to escape it, as well as the second desertion he was met with in his life when mysterious eyes turned his back on him for the last time.
You bury your head in the crook of his neck and sigh, letting the feeling of his hands on your breasts take over you completely, the familiarity of it all. The dangerous, delicious familiarity.
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stardustpetalss · 2 months
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geegers22 · 4 months
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Something that bothers me so much is when people take a character’s actions in the beginning of their story where they did something bad and compares it to later in the story where they denounce someone else doing something bad and then they call the character a hypocrite. Like that’s not hypocrisy that’s called character development.
Most of the time it’s female characters too.
Thinking about Katara getting shit on by certain fans for telling Toph not to bring attention to them by stealing after she made that same mistake in season 1. Like yeah because she learned her lesson and she didn’t want the same to happen to Toph (also she was right lol)
And then Annie saying all she wants is for there to be peace even though she killed many people. Are we just going to ignore her entire backstory and the mental anguish she went through in the time between when these two events happened?
It just bugs me that when a male character makes mistakes and learns from it they are a well written complex character but when a female character does it she’s a hypocrite and a bitch.
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isabel-magn0lia · 6 months
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Oh we’re back baabbyyy
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theothin · 1 year
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Huh. And I thought I was the only one who found My Hero Academia and Attack on Titan kind of overrated.
I've definitely seen others express those views as well. MHA has some fun characters and I might go back to it sometime, but it also has some very frustrating ones and I've never found it to come together especially well
I used to have a higher opinion of attack on titan, but I've come to believe the accusations of it being meant as imperialist propaganda. I originally saw comments about that while the manga was in what corresponds to the anime's season 3 and thought that sounded silly, but when when it started getting to the reveals at the end of the arc I decided I did not like the way it was looking and bailed
I gave it a second look earlier this year to see if that would still hold up, and checked out the beginning of the anime’s season 2. scenes I remembered reading in the manga started looking very different from that perspective, details I'd always ignored as weird background stuff started jumping out at me. bailed again, but read some summaries of what happened in the later arcs of the manga, and, uh, what?
I still have some appreciation for the earlier parts of the story from a death-of-the-author perspective, but my ability to enjoy them has significantly decreased with the bigger context
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crisalidaseason · 1 year
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why you dont like floch? i also dont but i wanted your reason
uh, I'm back on my roots I suppose. For those who don't know I used to write a lot of discourse on AoT, I have a small masterlist of them if you're interested.
Anyway, your question has a context and two answers:
Context: I don't necessarily hate him, or dislike him, in fact he's not remarkable enough for me to feel strongly about his character. Floch is well written for his purpose though! Him and Yelena are sort of parallels, both of them have strong convictions and have one purpose only, a purpose that is not theirs (is Eren's and Zeke's respectively). Floch is a pawn like Yelena also is.
Floch represents a way of thinking that historically is known for causing major issues on our world order: imperialism and eugenics. Of course, this is also the view all the Yeagerists have, but Floch was the architect of their actions, an instigator of sorts. He holds great responsibility, alongside Eren and Zeke, for what Paradis became politically after the rumbling. That place is fucked up, under a military and authoritarian government.
Answer 1: If I had to pick a logical and contextual reason to dislike him, it would be the consequences of his actions for generations of people in Paradis. But again he's not the sole cause, since Eren was the always problem.
Answer 2: If I had to pick a petty reason...he's annoying as fuck.
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anto-pops · 11 months
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Did you see “the list” that’s been going around on TT about hogwarts legacy creators and smut pretty much? were you on it at all or are you safe to write another day lol
I saw it, I wasn’t on it, but even if I had been I don’t care what some random on tiktok thinks about me.
I got a few asks about the whole situation and I’m not trying to burst my little bubble of peace here but I will say this: it is your own responsibility to cultivate an online experience for yourself that you’re comfortable with, no one else’s. If that means blacklisting tags, unfollowing/blocking people, or better yet getting off the computer and taking a break, then so be it.
The only thing us content creators can do is tag our stuff to the best of our abilities and put warnings on the things we post, which most of us here already do. Instigating hatred and animosity towards people who literally haven’t done anything to you personally is never okay, and I’m so so sorry to the ones who are receiving any unwarranted cruelty from randoms. Keep your heads up and remember that this too shall pass 💕🫶🏻
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chrollohearttags · 7 months
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yk, I’d be waaay more inclined to believe this whole ‘I’m sick of x, y and z trope w black writers/readers’ IF y’all didn’t make it contingent upon what and who was popular. I’m starting to think y’all only care when it’s a fandom or set of characters you don’t like. Or like anymore rather lmao.
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drkxsh · 7 months
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I’ve never seen such discourse on “hood” au characters. Apparently the argument is giving non black characters stereotypical black traits. But “hood” is geographical demographic. Anybody can be from the hood it’s just the stereotype of hood is black. No one is gonna read a trailer park trash au fic lmaoo and that’s just “white hood” with a hint of republican. Now what? A non black character in a lower income setting, except it caters to a white demographic. Now what u gone say? “Nah this goofy asf imma read sum else” now that wasn’t so hard.
People that get so stuck on stereotypes are such a problem. Just because ur not like every other black person and outwardly wanna be different then read sum else, it’s not in ur favor so what. Be secure in ur personality u won’t have this problem but me I stand with the hood bitches and thugs and guns but I love anime so fuckin what. Why would I give af about a stereotype if I know exactly what “type” of black person. Y’all are insecure and care too much about little shit. The only way it obscures black people is if a non black person is writing or reading I guess “hood” media. As a person of color u should know better than to think that’s what all black ppl are like.
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kikarouflames · 3 months
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Ngl, past these months I haven't read a single eruri fanfic, after actually engaging and seeing how the Fandom is, my interest has almost evaporated. Everytime I see a fanfic the only thing that stops me from reading it is, what if they just totally made Levi into a lovelorn slave, it's really sickening how they treat Levi.
I remember an Ereri shipper saying to me on Twitter ,"a real Levi stan like you won't be able to survive in eruri fandom for much longer" and I think they were right, everytime I see an eruri shippers' bullshit it always ruins my mood. How blind, Delusional and braindead can people be, the best example of clown behavior has to be some toxic Eruri shippers themselves.
At this point imma just ship Levi with anyone but Erwin or not ship him with anyone at all. How is it that in almost every fic Erwin is so glorious and great and Levi isn't. Like why they need to think Levi is inferior to Erwin. I saw someone on Twitter saying they like making Levi like that, and from that point shipping Eruri has become so difficult. Levi is such a great character and this downright degradation of his character makes my brain and heart ache.
I don't see other ships making Levi all about a character as much as I see in eruri. The ship had potential that people didn't notice and made it into some master-slave gross fantasy. Even if I scream facts in thier faces they will still be smoking bullshit.
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