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yisanged · 8 months

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8 10 orvie

HII ELISEYY my friend. thank you for the ask! and sorry it took so long the sleepies and school and etc. I HOPE COLLEGE IS GOING WELL FOR YOU BTW!!!!!!!

this got so long sorry you know how it is with novels. but hey before i read more the rest of this guys if anyone else wants to send me hater asks you still can... i only got one 🥲 does nobody else want to send asks to their friend nico? i've actually been so dead lately guys that is on me. but i still love you all.......

anyways um 8 is "common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about" and 10 is "worst part of fanon" pretty similar really going for the haterisms here okok. hmmm i honestly don't even interact with the orv fandom that much like most of the orv posts that aren't just art that i see are mine and my few orvie mutuals' which i usually respect i don't see a lot of posts from outside of this orv echo chamber i've created for myself which i'm ok with tbh. but something i see a lot that i don't like is the depiction of kdj as a scammer type like the breed same as cale tcf and others? i haven't read regression instruction manual but like he's a common comparison and such. and it's true that they're all from the similar mold of like "isekai/fantasay coming to real life but i have an upper hand because i read the book it came from nyeheh" and in that specific aspect yeah kdj has his moments where he takes advantage of his knowledge but it seems like some people attribute him being a liar an unreliable narrator etc to that part of the story also and i don't totally agree with that. he's not an unreliable narrator because he's trying to be sneaky and smart the dude is depressed. he's been so depressed since he was like 13 and he's a grown ass man now it's totally changed his outlook and makes him unable to see the world and his interactions with others properly for what it is. he didn't lie to our faces about smiling when he was actually crying because he was trying to be smart and sneaky it was cause he's sad as fuck and can't even recognize it because he's lowkey wanted to kill himself since middle school. i do agree that cale is similar in that he downplays how insane he is almost dying all the time and getting hurt forever but not caring and driving all his friends up the wall with it without even realizing and like he's also depressed as fuck but when people group them together for being self sacrificing bastard scammers or whatever i just feel like it's different a lot of the time. we aren't seeing the same thing there.

i guess that's my soapbox for 8 umm for 10. the way yoo sangah gets pushed aside so often peeves me for sure. she's so everything where did you put her....? and the kids too the kids are so important to me and to kdj but they're never given justice i feel. honestly i think all of kimcom doesn't get enough love most of the time or maybe i've just been bad at finding content that actually does them well it just feels like there's so much joongdok yaoi and not enough friendship and mentorship and everything. jihye and joongdok are so everything but i never see the two of them together ever. heewon and hyunsung also. even if you're not the biggest fan of them romantically like i respect the lesbian heewon grind don't you care that they're the sword and shield.......? and of coures sys and yjh have a lot of interesting potential but no one ever does anything with it. and there's never enough lee gilyoung anywhere i love you gilyoung. yes that's my fanon complaint. too much yaoi focus... there's so much love everywhere it's a main theme but the story ain't a romance there's so much more out there. take my hand we can discover friendship together

#ask game

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vividviolence · 7 months

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you know centipedes are some of the strangest rain world enemies to me, what the actual fuck is their problem?

why do they decide you are number one on their hitlist, they don't even eat slugcats ???? like with a lizard or dll I can get it but these guys are professional haters for no reason. honestly gotta respect the grind though

#snickspeaks

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 6 years

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No Place Like Home💜

Dedicated to @marvelpotterlove 💜 Thank you for commissioning me and trusting me with your fic. This was a five part series, but I extended it. Basically broke the final chapter in half. Reader is a single real estate agent in Cali. There will be fluff and mild drama. Word Count: 2,338

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Part Five: Boiling Point

"Girl. I don't understand how you're related to those haters, but you'd better get out before they drag you down. They ugly, petty, got bad weave, and they evil, child! I'll be damned if I see you come back with a fucked up closure or damaged leave out all because them city bumpkins can't take!" Ang is right, the fam is toxic and annoying, and they keep trying you but as much as you complain you can't just make yourself drop them.. they're your family.

"They are complete messes, yes, but they're still blood, Ang. Unfortunately, it's thicker than water."

"That's not how the full phrase goes, it's a dangerous misinterpretation," Erik interjects. He's been lying on the bottom bunk with you, chillin. "The actual phrase is 'The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.' You're more tightly bound to the family you choose than the family you're assigned at birth. So in essence... Cut them bitches off and level up."

"Is that restaurant boy?! I wanna see him, I haven't laid eyes on him yet. Let me facetime. Can he hear me?"

"No, he c-"

"Yes, I can hear you," he cuts in again and you have to wonder now what else he's heard. Probably a lot more than you care to think about or unpack. She FaceTimes and you angle the phone at Erik. He salutes with two fingers and her voice goes up what sounds like ten octaves.

"Ok! You are cuuuuteee!" Her grin is so wide showing all her perfect teeth. His answering smile is lazy and sweet, his lids floating shut with long lashes on display.

"Cute? Sis, I'm a grown ass man."

"You right, Sir. You fine as hell. Damn. Y/N? Damn. I know you better, hmmm.. Girl!"

"She did," Erik blurts causing your heart rate to spike. You smack him in the arm to shut him up. The screen angle changes and you're suddenly staring at the seat cushion of Ang's car. Her grinning face eventually comes back into view.

"BITCH! Are you two a thing now, or? Because this needs to happen. Here I am expecting you to look depressed and you're there thriving. Look at you all boo'd up."

"We're not a thing. He was just helping me.. de-stress."

"Righhht... His dick just happened to slip inside of you for therapeutic purposes," Ang's angular brow rose in faux judgement.

"Aight but tell her about the bachelorette party," Erik interjected. Your deep sigh gave away the nature of the story.

"What they do," Ang demanded to know, protective as ever.

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Screams mingled with a loud masculine voice in the living room, "Get down! All of you! On the floor!" Instantly you and cousin Shaquel dropped to the floor behind the counter, silent and out of sight, listening. Your heart heaved in your chest. "Looks like you women were having a party," a second man's voice yells. "All you need is the.. Strippers!" In unison they yelled and the women's fear turned into loud hoops and aggressive cheers.

"Damn.. I dropped my cheesestick," Shaquel groaned kissing her teeth. You were just glad they were strippers and not robbers. Heading into the living room, you found a space in the audience and sipped on your third canned soda of the night. Jamila's future in-laws were long gone. Mom and Aunt Iris were gone. That one was probably for the best. Looking at the strippers, only one was cute. The cute one was chocolate with small dark eyes are bow shaped lips. He was cut but still thick and a bit stocky. The way he danced, he was working hard for his coin. The other guy couldn't really dance so much as grind and thrust, but the cute one was putting on a show. 'When We' by Tank came on and he killed that dance like he was auditioning for the next Step Up movie. You took a few dollars from your pocket to throw out of respect. That man was working.

"I know you ain't thirsting over a stripper when you got that delectable piece of ass you don't near deserve. I'll never understand that one," Jamira said cutting her eyes. Why she was staring at you, you didn't know. It was actually hilarious because here she was engaged and still flirting with your man in front of you. You were tempted to tell her about herself.

"Jamira, I've been real patient with you.. Don't try me right now."

"Or what? My nigga you mad 'cause I'm right. That nigga too cute for yo ugl'ass. Die mad."

"Jamira? Turn around and enjoy your strippers," you cautioned, "I'm over here minding my business."

"If you wanted to watch the stripper, you'd watch the stripper, but you running ya mouth. Obviously you got some shit to say!" The party was shifting, the animosity growing. Jamira was drunk and starting to really speak her mind. A bridesmaid came to her side, rubbing her arm to calm her but she snatched away, clapping to emphasize her words. "Nah, this fatass bitch always wanna sit back and judge some shit like she somebody important and she ain't, but she think cuz she got a little money or whatever she better than us."

Whoah, never had you uttered those words and if you ever thought ill of them, it all stemmed from the way they treated you. You'd never dare to treat anyone the way these folks treated you and they called themselves your family? The disrespect was real. "I don't know what gave you that impression, but I never disrespected any of you guys. That's something unique to you, mom, and Aunt Iris." Jamira couldn't hear nor was she listening, she just kept yelling and it was obvious she was trying to find a way to hurt you with her words. It was what the family did best, lash out.

"She just a stuck-up, nappy-ass nobody trying to be special in Cali and I hope that pretty ass nigga runs right over through her ass because she ain't shit and ain't gone be shit.. and that's what the fuck I got to say." She collapsed into the sofa and commanded the attention to return to the strippers with an aggressive hand gesture. Immediately, the onlookers refocused on the dancers unwilling to piss off the bride-to-be.

Part of you said drop it and let her have it, but the part of you that had grown stronger and stronger since arriving back in New York told you to stand firm. You'd let Jamira, your mom, and your aunt 'have it' way too many times over the years and honestly you were beyond fed up.

"If I'm stuck up, Jamira, I deserve to be. I work for everything I got and I do it well. This nappy ass hair? It's healthy, it's thick, it's strong, and it's long." You flipped your pressed inches. "..Just like my man's dick and no matter how many times you come onto him like a cheap prom date from Hell, you will never get it."

"That's what you think? Heh. Watch me. I'll be sitting on his face before you leave town," Jamira replied boldly. No one in the room knew what to do, but watch the spat. The strippers stopped moving, unsure of whether to continue.

"No. You watch yourself because the next time you say or do something trifling to me I'll really embarrass you," you pointed willing to take it there.

"Bitch, you can't do a damn thing," Jamira snapped jumping up. She stood inches away looking as if she was ready to swing and she was inching closer like she was about to.

"If you want to get married with a black eye, touch me. I beat your ass in high school I can do it again--"

"NO! ..No. We not doing this. Jamira, sit down! Y/N? Just leave, okay? Nothing against you, but leave," Shaquel waved toward the door and without a glance backward, you exited stage left. You were still heated. Once outside, you had to call an uber. All this ubering made you wish you never came back to New York in the first place. It was pricey. After standing outside for fifteen minutes, a car finally came to take you back to the house.

"Why you back here, ain't you supposed to be at the bachelor party," India said letting you in. Obviously, you'd interrupted her slumber. She yawned loudly. Erik must've been upstairs in the room. "I got sleepy and decided to turn in early," you lied. "Bullshit. I heard you was out causing problems," she sighed accusingly. Instead of responding, you headed for the stairs.

"Don't walk away from me in my house, get your ass back here and answer me," India croaked. "Why you out here causing problems with my daughter like you ain't got no damn sense?"

"Did you know your daughter tried to sleep with my boyfriend?" He may have been a fake boyfriend, but she didn't know that!

"Hmph," India scoffed with a slight smirk, "That's what ya ass get for parading him. If ya'll so tight, why you worried?"

"You know what mom? I let a lot of things go and I shut my mouth and maybe that's why y'all think I'm some doormat, but I'm done holding my tongue.."

"Child please, save the dramatics for Cali. We're all adults in this house. If you bold enough to say something, say it!"

"I'm not doing this tonight," you sighed knowing a whole guilt trip was coming. "I'm going to bed."

"You going to bed.. hmph. I carried you for nine months and then I carried you and your sister until you were eighteen, but you going to bed. Must feel good to be spoiled with all this damn freedom. Leaving whenever the hell you please. Hell, I wanted to sleep but you done woke my ass up knocking on my damn door! The sacrifices I made for this family, I did to keep us together and then your lil raggedy fast ass wanna run to California and rub elbows with the rich and famous like we ain't shit. If anything you need to look inside yaself and get that straight. You're ungrateful and you're selfish. Your daddy was a selfish deadbeat and you turned out just like his ass, despite my teaching. I was your mother and your father.. and you just gone leave across the country? What about us?"

"I sent you guys money and I visited, but how often do you expect me to visit when every time I come all you do is tell me I'm ugly, I'm fat, I'm selfish, I'll never get a man. Every time I come here you do anything you to try to break me down. Since I was fifteen! That's all you've done! Of course I don't wanna be around that!"

"You just can't take criticism. You never could. Just like ya big-headed daddy. I hope to God you have a kid one day. I do. One who will ruin your damn life and expose to you just how selfish you are so you can see!"

"Goodnight," you waved dismissively walking to the stairs. She kept talking as you ascended, but you tuned her out. Everything but the threat.

"Be at the wedding rehearsal tomorrow. Grown heifer. And I swear if you mess things up we're gonna have a real problem."

Without a response, you turned the corner spotting Erik. He was standing in the hall, listening. He stretched out his arms and you walked into them resting your head against his chest. You stayed like that for a while before the two of you went back to the room. You were so over this wedding, India, and Jamila.

"You finally snapped," Erik said staring at you in awe. You'd wanted to do that for so long and you still didn't say what you could've said, but as irritated as you were it felt good to talk back. It was obvious he was trying not to say too much, but it looked like he had lot to say.

"You should've heard me at the the bachelorette party," you offered and his eyes begged for more information. You recounted the whole night from the time he left up to the point where you almost fought your sister at her own party.

"What would you say if we didn't go to the wedding," you asked trying to figure out your next move. Erik shrugged, leaving the decision in your hands. "I'll do whatever you want. I'm here for you," he stressed. Hm. You could go to the wedding like planned, suck it up and then disappear right back to Cali. You could pack up and leave the house right now to stay at a hotel. You could even go back downstairs to say how you really felt. The options were limitless. You decided to think on it longer. In fact, you'd sleep on it. Decide tomorrow.

"You need some head to clear your mind?" Erik smirked. He'd been watching you brainstorm. It was an interesting offer, an option you hadn't considered. "Get some head, go to sleep, and whatever you choose to do in the morning, I'll roll with it," he suggested. It was a solid plan.

"Okay... but I need to work off some of this tension and negative energy so let me suck your dick instead."

He jerked back slightly in surprise, "Who said we can't do both? But I'm going first."

"Who's this supposed to be for, me or you," you teased feeling lighter already. There was something about his energy that could lift a person out of any cloud of negativity. It was like he'd been through so much personally, he could relate to anything. His presence was a miracle and a blessing.

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"So I interrupted y'alls little sinfest," Ang smiled. Throughout the story her expression had changed more times than Kanye's allegiance. She was on an emotional rollercoaster and you knew she was right there with you in all that you were saying. "Don't go," she said firmly. "Leave those chickenheads where they are and check into a hotel. I will finance it myself, just leave." She was so serious. She never liked the fam, especially Jamira. The white couch incident was still clear in her mind.

"I'm going to sleep and then I'm going to make a decision tomorrow. I'll keep you updated."

"Alrighty. Well you two kids have fun and 'de-stress'," Ang said with air quotes. She couldn't stop smiling, though it was slight, you knew your friend and from the bottom of her heart she believed you and Erik were together or about to become an item. To be honest, it would be nice. He presence alone did so much for your mood and he was so wise and considerate. You needed him around in your daily life to keep you emotionally and mentally stable. After signing off with Ang, you curled up with Erik behind you on the lower bunk and went to sleep.

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I just saw your post about that "you're not a witch shit" and i have to say i hate that. I get that a lot because I one, don't follow a common pantheon, or any really. And two, I make a lot of my own spells. And many people think they don't work because of how they're made. I just never understood the hate towards new ideas. Most of my spells are rose based. I understand the traditional uses of roses, but I quite enjoy making new uses. If that makes sense.

Totally does! I feel like you and I have been going around in some different groups than I have. Original spells are something I highly respect.

There isn’t anything wrong with creating a spell based on your own correspondences, because you’re the one using it! If it doesn’t work for someone else, then that’s not your fault. Roses are versatile flowers though. Symbols of love, protection, beauty, prosperity, luxury, happiness and sadness. They can fit most bills if you want them too.

Also, I base a lot of my spells with Datura parts. Makes it hard to share certain spells because well...not everyone has dried datura blooms, or a seed pod gathered on a new moon.

I’ll say it to the people in the back: Witchcraft is personal!

You do you. If you want to make witchcraft more modern then go for it. Yes, I grind my herbs by hand, but that’s because it was cheaper for a mortar and pestle than to buy 2 electric herb grinders. Sure, using cheese cloth to strain is fun, but so is using a French press because clean up is easier.

Don’t sweat the haters 💚

🦇Cheers, Barberwitch

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You Don't Need to Stand By Your Man

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You Don't Need to Stand By Your Man

This month, after CBS President Les Moonves was ousted from the network following extensive reporting that revealed his history of alleged sexual harassment, abuse and misuse of power, his wife took a stand. Julie Chen, a long-time news anchor and T.V. presenter on CBS, best known for The Talk and Big Brother, closed out the latest episode of the latter series with the goodbye of, ‘I’m Julie Chen Moonves’. She had never previously referred to herself as such, and given the timing of the sudden declaration of her relationship status, it was tough not to read into the message being sent. At a time when her husband faced immensely serious accusations, Chen did not need to say more on her stance on the matter than the newly public double-barrelled version of her surname. There’s no stronger way to take a side on the issue without having to actually comment on it than by taking his name. Chen later repeated this callout on the following week’s episode, just in case there were those who questioned her loyalties. Trade publications and Big Brother gossip sites are now referring to her as ‘Julie Chen Moonves’. She will remain with the show until 2019 but has stepped down from The Talk.

What surprised me most about this moment, other than the startling callousness of it, was how so many people responded to it with positivity. Sure, they weren’t pro-Les Moonves or anything, but they sure did admire how Julie Chen was taking a stand for her man. She was doing the good wifely duty and sticking by her husband through thick and thin. Not only was she remaining by his side but she was letting the world know through her job at the network who let her husband go in the first place. Wasn’t that admirable? You had to respect how she kept a graceful demeanour throughout, not letting anyone know of her inevitable pain. Good on her, right?

I hate this mentality. I really do.

This bafflingly archaic mindset reminded me of the recent death of Mac Miller and how so much of the media and internet could only process this tragic loss of life through the lens of blaming a woman. Miller’s ex, singer Ariana Grande, had broken up with him earlier in the year and quickly found herself engaged to SNL comedian Pete Davidson. She had already dealt with criticism that she’d ‘moved on too fast’ and sent Miller to a dark place when news broke of a car crash and DUI he’d been charged with shortly after the split. Grande rightly pointed out that it wasn’t her or any woman’s job to be a minder for their spouse, much less one dealing with the scourge of addiction. Yet that didn’t stop the same cries of condemnation she faced upon news of Miller’s death from a suspected overdose. It was all her fault, the crowds said, a narrative pushed by professional woman haters TMZ, whose report on Miller’s death insinuated a direct connection between Miller’s death and Grande leaving him. She exacerbated his addiction by leaving him and moving on too quickly. If she’d stood by her man, none of this would have happened.

These are two obviously different circumstances but similar mindsets remain in place for each stance. The ideal as pushed by sexism remains in place – stand by your man – but the differences highlight how it’s an expectation that can never truly be achieved.

Patriarchy consistently moves the goalposts for what is and is not acceptable behaviour for women, particularly in relation to the misdeeds of men. Ultimately, we are still ridiculously fetishistic of that hallowed image of the obedient wife. She doesn’t have to be pregnant and barefoot anymore but ideally she is silent, an implicit accessory or shield to misogyny. It’s all okay as long as his wife sticks by him, because how can he be sexist when he’s married? Women’s own pain or struggles, especially when dealing with partners who are going through tough times or have committed terrible deeds, are always secondary in this context. Preferably, they shouldn’t complain at all. As Hannah Gadsby noted in Nanette, we prize men’s reputations over women’s lives time and time again.

In this impossible war, women are the root of all problems whether to stand by their men or not. If they leave their husbands or partners, for example, because they’ve been accused of sexual misconduct then they’re jumping the gun to respond too quickly or betraying their partner’s trust or are too selfish to ride out the storm. If they do stay, they’re complicit in his crimes and have betrayed all women everywhere. Women who leave addicts are blamed for driving them to ruin but are also the enablers of the problem at hand. Any time a famous man struggles for any reason, it won’t take you long to find people blaming his wife or girlfriend. She doesn’t need to do or say anything to be the source of the world’s ills. After all, it’s her job to suffer.

We see this narrative frequently with the spouses of famous men but the same mentality applies to everyone else: There is a deified assumption that the wives, girlfriends or partners of ‘geniuses’ must stand by him through thick and thin because that is merely the price one pays for such majesty. Geniuses, at least white male ones given that label, are expected to be ‘dark’ on some level, be it through struggles with addiction, mental illness, stress, anxiety, or just being a good old-fashioned douchebag. The ways such things are treated as beautiful side-effects of talent is its own horrid issue, but what is especially insidious is how the ‘stand by your man’ mentality forced upon women in these relationships makes them pseudo-mothers and carers. Suddenly, it’s their job to keep troubled men on the straight and narrow, but don’t do too much because then you’re just enabling the problem and driving them to their graves.

We do not talk enough about the emotional labour that primarily weighs heavily upon the shoulders of women. These expectations demand toxic versions of loyalty, security and support from those of us who cannot ever live up to these lofty fantasies, especially as they pertain to men. They want women to have nothing for themselves, nor do they want women to live for themselves: We are all seen as substitute mothers, nothing more.

I have the utmost respect for women who love, live with and support their spouses during times of mental health issues, addictions and medical stress. It is an oft-unspoken kind of work that does not get its due, and one that deserves more financial and emotional backing than it gets. However, we cannot expect this of all women, and even less so when the wives, partners and girlfriends of abusive men choose to get out. We cannot romanticise that dynamic, especially when our society offers nothing in the way of real structural support for those dealing with the grind. Besides, there’s a huge difference between supporting men with troubles and being the public cheerleader for an accused sexual predator. Julie Chen Moonves is not brave, and for the record, if your partner is accused of preying on young women for sex, you’re free to get the fuck out of there.

Kayleigh is a features writer for Pajiba. You can follow her on Twitter.

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