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captainninej · 2 years

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the infantilisation of elain archeron + why it pisses me off

disclaimer: i am hardly the first person to talk about this but it's really been on my mind lately so i wanted to crawl out of hiding and write this

elain is a character with so much potential that has been completely wasted by her author and the characters around her. throughout the story post-ACOWAR especially, she's been treated like some fucking baby by the characters around her which leads to a couple of things: her character's contributions being overlooked, her character being seen as weak or passive, her character not being held accountable and the further vilification of nesta, a character who is already hated on wayyyy too much.

elain's contributions being overlooked elain killed the FUCKING KING OF HYBERN Y'ALL. you know, just the big baddie that feyre darling and rhysand couldn't do shit against, that it took all seven high lords to defeat. she straight up YOINKED him right through the NECK in more of a girlboss move than anything feyre has done in all five books. and what do the characters around her do??? BARELY ACKNOWLEDGE IT!! WTF!!! they treat her like some delicate child flower breakable vase instead of uhh idk a hERO like she deserves. she's not a fucking baby and it pisses me off so much that she literally kills the villain of the entire series and like. nobody cares. i bet even sjm forgot as soon as she wrote it. also, it shows her love for nesta!! she has never so much as touched a sword before and she KILLED the man who was about to kill her sister!! in my eyes it was such a power move and such a powerful show of love, since nesta was so ride or die for her and this was elain repaying her for all that fierce love. it could have added so much depth to their relationship and maybe even nesta learning to not underestimate elain. but guess what!! instead we get elain turning her nose up at nesta and acting all prudish and dainty like she didnt just KILL A MAN FOR HER. elain. come on.

her character being seen as weak or passive this sort of follows on from my previous point. post-ACOWAR especially, elain has like NO AGENCY. she can't do anything by herself or make a single decision that isn't what feyre and rhys want her to do. this isn't me hating her, it's me hating the author that wrote her this way. because she could have written elain in a way that validates women who are naturally inclined to more 'feminine' interests and sensitivities. but we all know sjm is a misogynist who looks down on 'feminine' women so i guess i shouldn't have hoped. elain is shown to be kind, but KINDNESS DOES NOT EQUAL WEAKNESS FOR FUCKS SAKE. it's such a strength and yet she's literally treated by feyre and rhys as some like delicate doll that you have to talk quietly around. she never gets to make her own decisions - where she lives, what she does, who she's friends with (apart from nuala and cerridwen) or even dictate her own relationship with nesta without that being overseen by feyre and rhys. she cries at everything in ACOSF - where is the woman who bravely allowed her house to be used in the war? who ran her household? who STABBED HYBERN THROUGH THE GODDAMN THROAT LIKE A KEBAB?? it just makes her seem super opportunistic and ungrateful to see her jump ship to feyre as soon as nesta's mental health declines, when nesta stuck by elain's side all throughout her healing process from the Cauldron. nesta's comment about her being a dog who just goes towards whoever gives her shelter and food didn't even seem that unwarranted to me - sure it was a cruel delivery, but it wasn't untrue was it? we don't even ever get her perspective on who she loves - it's all told through everyone else's perspective. we have no idea what elain truly thinks of lucien or azriel without it being skewed by other characters - everyone hates lucien for some reason, so they don't want her to be with him, and then we have azriel who she genuinely does have chemistry with but he's a fuckign creep. we never get to see what she thinks, she's like some voiceless object being tossed between these two guys.

her character not being held accountable this is perhaps my biggest gripe with how elain is written. when i tell you i nearly threw ACOFAS across the room when rhys said 'eLaIn iS eLaIn' in regards to feyre's relationship with her sisters. what does that even mean?? elain was ALSO written to sit on her ass while feyre hunted for the family. she was ALSO intended to be nothing more than a cruel older sister. so why does she get a free pass when feyre and co are still punishing nesta for doing the EXACT SAME THING? why does elain get coddled and included by feyre for doing exactly what she still hates nesta for?? it would be interesting to see her and nesta sit down and really discuss their inaction in the first book, but we never get to see elain's motivations as to why she didn't really do anything. and nope, don't tell me to 'wait until elain's book' bitch we are FIVE books and like EIGHT YEARS into this goddamn series, it doesn't even really matter now. elain should be held accountable for not helping feyre, for not teaching her how to read (i have my Questions about this sjm but my point still stands), for not really giving a shit when feyre disappeared. we got nesta trying to cross the fuckign wall for feyre in book 1. what did elain do? listen, sjm is no role model for writing sibling relationships given how jacked she is as a person but i'm a middle sister in a house of three girls. every family is different, but usually what ends up happening is me either being picked on by my other two sisters, sometimes feeling a little invisible given i'm not the oldest or the youngest, or me having to patch things up between my sisters. that last one could have been such a powerful role for elain to have as the in between of feyre and nesta. she clearly loves both of them (questionably in ACOSF but i digress) and has the most stable relationship with both of them. she could have been a bridge between them and helped them all heal. but instead she just gets a free pass and does jackshit which i just don't buy or like at all.

finally, how all this leads to nesta being needlessly vilified even more guys i know this is already so long but i have MORE FEELINGS. elain being painted as such a flimsy, paper-thin character who gets a free pass for everything makes nesta an even more contentious character. listen, nesta is a bitch. even her stans know that. and guess what sjm and sjm stans!! women are allowed to be bitches!!!! we drool over sassy, cruel men but as soon as a woman isn't immediately likeable we write them off, and sjm is a HUGE perpetrator of this. her handling of nesta vs elain was so poorly done. people literally simp over AZRIEL, a TORTURER with NO PERSONALITY apart from being *brooding* and *misunderstood* and whatever the fuck else (also for viewing women as objects). elain is held up to be some paradigm of goodness and virtue and virginity or whatever and this leads to nesta being even further vilified. i don't know how sjm manages to shit on 'feminine' women and then hold them as a standard for all women at the same time, but she's remarkably good at a lot of shitty things i guess. nesta is already hated by like 3/4 of the fandom and by her own author and by her own mate and by every single character around her. where elain could be the one person who understands nesta, who understands her pain and her grudges, she turns her back on her and instead judges her as harshly as everyone else. nesta is not a 'good' woman like elain, so she is crucified for it. she isn't kissing rhys and feyre's feet like elain, so she's crucified for it. she's struggling and suffering and still in so much pain over what she went through, but elain got over it, so nesta is crucified for it. all in all i don't understand how people are still consuming this garbage, misogynistic series but we all have embarrassing interests i guess. every woman is fucked over in this series and elain is no exception - she's fucked over because her own author genuinely doesn't give a flying fuck about her. she's just kind of *there* when she could have been so much more, you know? and i think people who love her character are more in love with their own canon about her and their own theories and art that far surpasses any actual canon by the author because they care about her more than she does. elain was a character with so much potential and now you could literally replace her with a house plant and nothing would change.

#anti sjm #god i despise this woman #anti elain #elain archeron #anti azriel #anti feysand #anti feyre #anti rhysand #anti inner circle #anti acosf #anti acofas #nesta archeron #pro nesta

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pens-personal · 7 months

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Really hate that the queer community's response to the creation of a gender trinary (girl, boy, and nonbinary, which is still not all-encompassing) was to... reinvent the binary. We just started grouping all genders into "masc/male-aligned" and "fem/female-aligned" and it's so fucking stupid. Even with the occasional allowance of "neutral/unaligned" it still maintains the binary as the standard. And then they don't let you use certain labels if you don't have the "right" gender alignment. The fuck.

#trans #genderqueer #trans guy #bi #butch #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbt #queer #queer community #lgbtq community #I genuinely fucking despise the “man/nonman” and “woman/nonwoman” descriptors #like dear god shut the fuck up

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lukaherehelp · 5 months

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I'm showing up to have a talk with Zee and Sprite's mama, whom wanna join?

#twins #twins the series #thai bl #thai drama #bl drama #god I hate parents like her #parents like her are the reason one of my dearest friends had to runaway to the Netherlands #I despise people like that woman #I hate them I hate them I hate them #fuck that woman #I don't care about her reasons #burn that woman #throw the whole woman away

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tennessoui · 1 year

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ganymede & zeus but make it obikin

been a while since i did a ficlet for tumblr....this comes out of a discord convo about ganymede!anakin and zeus!obi-wan......sort of dark tho gods are horrible beings with no boundaries

(for @jswander ) (2.3k)

Every muscle in Anakin’s body feels overextended and sore. He cries out from the sensation upon waking, instinctively trying to curl in on himself—anything to get away from the pain.

“Hush now,” a voice above him and below him and around him says. “None of that, beloved,” it speaks again when Anakin fights to tear open his eyes. “Sleep.”

There is nothing Anakin wants to do simultaneously more and less, but he’s never submitted under another’s thumb without a fight. With a great push of effort, he arches his back up, off the comfortable surface he’s laying on. And with what remains of his will, he wrenches his eyes open to survey his surroundings.

He cannot see a thing. White fills his vision, so bright and heated that it feels as if he is burning from the inside out, as if his very being is disintegrating the longer he looks at the light. It is blinding. It is everything. He cannot look away, nor can he close his eyes. His mouth has fallen open and he can hear himself screaming from the pain of it all, the radiance of the being in front of him.

“You stupid boy,” the voice snaps, sounding absolutely furious as the light coalesces into one solid shape, something that looks like a chest, then an arm, then a hand reaching towards him.

Anakin tries to scramble back, away from what will surely feel like a brand against his skin—and oh gods, doess he know what that feels like—but the hand extends faster than he can move, and even when he turns his head away, it catches him. It covers his eyes.

“Drink,” the voice murmurs, reverberating around him. Only then does Anakin notice that a cup has been brought to his lips. His lips seel themselves into a firm line. No. No. “You stupid child,” the voice snaps, “Do as you are told.”

It is the sheer power in the command that causes Anakin to open his mouth, to tip his head back. He is the lion among men, the Conqueror with No Fear, the Queen of Naboo’s Chosen Warrior, and yet—he opens his mouth and yields to the voice, to the hand over his eyes that burns. It feels like renewal, not pain, though that may be because every other part of his body still feels as if it is on fire, the aches from the first few moments of consciousness burning to ash under the pain of that radiance.

“Sleep,” the voice commands, and this time Anakin can do nothing but listen.

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When he awakens next, he can tell from the breeze in the air that he has been moved. It is cool, and the breeze brushes against his skin like a gentle friend, running over his body to reach every part of him.

It is then he realizes that someone has stripped him of his clothes, his armor. He had been wearing armor. He had been preparing to lead his men into battle. He had—

The breeze in the air twirls around his chest and neck, caressing his skin until his nipples stiffen into peaks from the cold. Almost distantly, it sounds as if someone is laughing, an exhale over and over again that conveys their mirth, and Anakin can suddenly feel the breeze on his lips like a lover’s breath.

“Eurus, out,” a voice roars from somewhere that is everywhere and nowhere all at once. Anakin quakes from the sound of it, but the breeze withdraws, tosses out one last laugh that sounds almost like a cackle, before seemingly winking out of existence.

Anakin lies carefully still. The fabric beneath him feels soft, slippery. He’d been to the palace of Naboo only once to pay respect to the queen he fought his wars in the name of. Her personal chambers had been draped in a material that felt similar. So soft that it had felt then almost uncomfortable to touch.

Anakin had been born a slave. He did not know soft things, nor how to languish against them. The queen had tried to show him how, had made such a persistent overture in the name of pleasure that he had sworn his loyalty to her name—but, privately, to her figure against those silks, the line of her throat, the tilt of her chin as she gave ground and submitted to his desires—and yet he still could never relax in the comfort her status and love had offered. He was not made for it.

He was not made for these silks either, though they certainly felt different against his skin.

“You are too perfect for your own good, my darling,” the voice says quietly, a hand running through Anakin’s hair carefully. The motion is one filled with strange devotion. Tenderness. “Your beauty could start a war amongst the gods themselves, for they would all like to take you, to have you. Yet you are mine.”

Anakin can feel his heart stutter at this declaration. The touch of his hair is no longer tender. It is proprietary. He opens his mouth, wets his lips. “I am no one’s,” he whispers, voice hoarse and cracking.

His defiance makes the voice laugh, a rich sound that reminds Anakin of the sounds of rocks tumbling down a mountainside. “You have sworn yourself to me, Anakin Skywalker, of course you are mine.”

“You are not my queen—“

“You would be wise to not speak of your infidelities so casually,” the voice snaps, and the hairs on Anakin’s arms stand as the air seems to fill with electricity. “You have no queen here.”

Anakin is silent, his mind and heart racing. Has he been captured? Is he a slave again? He would rather die.

“Open your eyes, darling. Look upon me and allow me to see the reward of my labor,” the voice turns soft again, coaxing, and the hand leaves his hair to trail down the side of his face, thumb brushing over the bow of his lips.

“Hurt,” Anakin manages to say. The thumb takes his parted lips as invitation and presses into his mouth to rest against his teeth. Anakin thinks about biting it, but there is something inside him that screams at him to be careful. To tread carefully around this voice. This man.

“I know,” the voice croons, “and I apologize for it, treasure. I had not expected you to wake so soon after your ordeal and was not prepared. Humans cannot bear to look upon my godly form. Those who have have perished. You have frightened me with your recklessness.”

The thumb presses down hard before it withdraws.

“Open your eyes, Anakin,” the voice says. “Your king demands it.”

Gingerly, carefully, Anakin opens his eyes.

He is met immediately with the sight of a man leaning over him. His face is lined with a well-kept beard, short and practical and dark red. His hair too is the same color of russet, pushed up and off his forehead in a rakish cut. His eyes though—Anakin cannot look away from them. They are glittering, electric blue. No—they are the color of the sky before a thunderstorm, whirling points of gray and dark blue. No—they the early morning sky in the north of Naboo, slate gray and bright.

“Hello there, darling,” the man says. He strokes Anakin’s cheek again, resting his broad hand against his skin.

Anakin can do nothing but stare. This man—he is handsome beyond imagination, but there is something in the set of his face, the jut of his lips, his jaw—perhaps something in his eyes that screams danger.

He is so perfect that he is almost unreal.

“I will miss the blue of your eyes,” the man murmurs, looking at him intently. Critically.

Hungrily.

“What?” Anakin whispers.

The man continues as if he has not heard him. “Yet there is something deeply satisfying in seeing your eyes stained gold from my blood. You wear it well, darling, your godhood.”

Anakin shakes his head. The man’s words—they do not make sense though he says them in the manner any sane man speaks.

“Truly you were born to be mine,” the man whispers like a sacred declaration, and this finally causes Anakin to flinch away.

“I am no one’s,” he says again, shifting off the fabrics and pushing himself to stand. He was wrong earlier—he is not fully nude, though he thinks he’d prefer to be. There is a cloth like a skirt around his hips, though the fabric only covers the area between his legs, held together by clasps that lay against his hips. And even then, it is light and transparent and doing little to protect his modesty. His chest is bare, but his upper arms have been wrapped in gold coils, one short and one extending almost to his elbow.

The man before him has dressed him as a child would dress a doll and it infuriates him. He is Anakin Skywalker, a lion among men, and he will not suffer this.

“I am no one’s,” he declares with a snarl, turning upon the man and striding forward. “Release me at once!”

The man arches a singular eyebrow but otherwise appears completely unaffected. Anakin feels like roaring, like taking his face into his hands and ripping it apart.

“Where am I?” He interrogates as he stalks towards the man. Though he is handsome and though he appears strong, his bare torso as visible as Anakin’s and just as well-muscled, Anakin is a warrior and broader than this man, taller too.

Anakin can beat him into submission.

“Why have you taken me? Return me at once, and I will let you live! I am Anakin Skywalker, I am the Resolute, I am the warrior with no fear and the Queen’s intended. I—”

The man, whose face had been unflinching in response to Anakin’s threats, stands at the mention of the queen, beautiful features twisting into a wicked snarl as he suddenly meets Anakin in the middle. The temperature in the room grows cold and the air becomes heavy with electricity. With something that Anakin does not know how to name.

“If you mention your queen once more, I will kill her,” the man bites out, every word weighted with promise. “I will kill her and see her soul damned to Tartarus. I will take her there myself and string her up amongst her kin. Thieves and pillagers and all those mortals who were foolish enough to attempt to steal from the king of the gods.”

Anakin flinches away, some long buried instinct in him insisting that he put space between himseslf and the predator staring down at him. “Who—who are you?” he asks, question catching in his throat.

The man’s eyes, stormy blue now and swirling in his rage, lighten at the question. His mouth relaxes. He appears to enjoy answering, for he takes his time with it. “I find myself offended that you have forgotten,” he says, moving to touch Anakin again.

Like a frightened rabbit that knows it has found itself in the jaws of a lion, Anakin lets the bejeweled hands cup his face.

“I am the man who bought you and your mother from your masters when you were but a child. And I am the boy who sold you fruits that never seemed to bruise, no matter how you handled them as you walked home. I am the cat that lurked outside the god king’s temple as you prayed to him for strength and skill and riches, promised yourself to him in return, promised to wage every war in his name, conquer in his colors. And I am the old man who trained you in battle, showed you how to fight and kill and conquer.”

Anakin shakes his head, struck speechless at these words. They are the ramblings of an insane man, but…but this man knows too much about him. No one knows that he was born a slave. Even when he fucked Padmé, he had made sure that she could not see the brand on his leg.

He latches onto the last words, shaking his head harder. “Ben was a crippled old man. You are—” handsome, is the only word that comes to mind.

As if the man has heard it in his head, he grins, gifting him with a flash of white teeth. “Yes, he was, wasn’t he? And you were so young then, all of eighteen years old and eager to prove yourself. I thought if I took my most preferred form, this form, you would never pay attention to my lessons. And I knew if you had offered yourself to me then, I would not have turned you down. Nor would I have let you leave.” Anakin shakes his head once more, but there’s no power in the motion.

“I was the eagle that flew above you as marched into battle, and I was the handmaiden who bore witness to your betrayal, when you promised yourself to the queen of Naboo, as if you had not already promised yourself to me.”

The scowl has returned, marring the man’s perfect features.

Anakin swallows, wetting his lips. “I promised myself to the king of the gods,” he whispers. “To Kenobi.”

“And he has made good on your promise,” the man smiles, one hand falling from his face to cup his neck. “He has taken you from your battlefield, delivered you to Mount Olympus. I have taken you as mine, I have taken what is mine.”

Deep within Anakin, he knows that the man before him speaks the truth. That he is no man at all. That—that—that he is—

“Kenobi,” he whispers, and the king of the gods lets his eyes flutter shut as if he hearing his name from Anakin’s lips causes him great pleasure.

“Yes,” Kenobi growls, adjusting his hold on him to tug him closer to his body.

Anakin is touching a god. A god is touching Anakin. The king of the gods has taken him from the battlefield, from the arms of his bride to be, from the mortal realm all together.

And he is holding him like he has no intention of letting him go.

#ganymede au #obikin #obi-wan here is very anti padme #that was mostly an accident #anyway i think anakin has some distant god in him so he didn't immediately die when he looked at obi-wan #but also obi-wan has been secretly giving him food and drink of the gods for his entire life #the fates said that anakin would be his eventually #obi-wan just got tired of waiting after 22 years of it #he saw anakin at 22 and swooped down to grab that #also idk i liked the idea of obi-wan's blood turning anakin's eyes gold but also healing him #there was a lot of things going on in my mind that did not make it into the story #most importantly that in a couple of days anakin is thrilled to be there #like it's not really dubcon much #much less dubcon than knocking on the wrong door au #oh also padme is definitely pregnant with the twins and obi-wan is gonna steal them too #ganymede au padme is like that one woman in greek mythology where shes sure the gods hate her specifically #and she's half right because obi-wan absolutely despises here #anyway im not gonna lie for a good two minutes i looked at my tumblr #and i was like oh no no one's sent an ask about this au so how do i post this ficlet??#and then i was like oh yeah #i can just post it no ask required this is the first post in the au of course no one has sent an ask about it yet

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themyscirah · 1 month

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Thinking about current continuity Vanessa and just getting pissed off again

Like one, LET HER REST oh my god dc you ruin her FUCKING life like an asshole only to bring her back as a villain after she finally got out oh my god-

But also like its just so bad. This is a whole other woman with her name like why are we doing this. Like first you kill her mom (JULIA NOOO) and erase her YEARS of history growing up around diana (the thing that actually made her villain turn [if you can call it that w the level of manipulation involved] interesting and fucking heartbreaking) for some shitty "oh I saved you we were friends" run of the mill whatever. Then to use that and say Nessie had a crush on her OWN SISTER (Diana, so like informally adopted, but still 😡) now????

And then they took away her curls and made her a redhead but not even the realistic kind. DC SHE DOESNT LOOK LIKE THAT

It just makes me so mad. Freaking guys. They could have used another name like oh my god. She's not even the first silver swan why the fuck would they do that if they're not going to explore her history w diana (which she no longer has!!!!) or how intensely fucked up everything got for her. What is even the fucking point of this then other to drag a main character of the ww supporting cast through the mud again for genuinely no reason. They could have easily had her be Valerie Beaudry (sorry Val) instead or just MADE UP ANOTHER NAME because it's obvious that no one actually cared about her as a character they just wanted the wondy villain back so like !!!!!!!!!! Why even bother

#her entire treatment just makes me so angry #like in general it makes me mad and sad and a million other emotions #but the fucking robinson version just makes me enraged. beyond pissed off. because theres no fucking reason for it its bullshit and its the #one in current continuity right now. so i get to see tom king ww panels put on my dash that have this stupid fake vanessa and its so #infuriating. like thats NOT her!!!!!!! oh my freaking god people #her hair is BROWN and CURLY and shes dianas BABY SISTER who she lived with for YEARS like she was a MAJOR supporting ww character for the #longest time. like shes got about 100 appearances (just checked) preboot this is not a minor character #so freaking frustrating #blah #ALSO. FUCKING ALSO. THE FACT THAT THE WHOLE CURRENT VANESSA TURNED EVIL BC SHE REALIZED SHE WASNT SPECIAL TO DIANA BS. FUCK YOU THERE LIKE #OH MY GODDDDD “isnt special to diana” im going to fucking kill you. what do you mean she doesnt care about her specially. thats her FUCKING #BABY SISTER. not to sound like vanessa herself a la silver swan but those clowns at dc would never say that shit about cassie oh my god #not special my FUCKING ass. nessie and her mom were literally the first people invited to themyscira in post coie continuity #like yes diana trevor and steve trevor and even baby julia kapetelis washing ashore but like the kapetelises (and you could even say just #nessie bc again her mom had been there before) were the FIRST ones invited there like you cannot say diana didnt care about them more than #the average joe dc i fucking despise you.#this girl has been through so much why is dc incapable of throwing her a bone ever. nessie i am so sorry they did that to you sweetie.#gonna tag it bc her tag deserves the traffic #vanessa kapatelis #just makes me so mad #doing all that to the normal teen girl character in a wonder woman comic is so fucked actually like dc comics i should not have to explain #that to you. what message do you think you are sending here be serious

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mxwhore · 6 months

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theres so much to hate about this man im

#my uncles misogyny is like a reflex and im having a hard time holding my tongue #everytime a woman with a slightly unique disposition shows up he goes “slut” almost unthinkingly #i had a really bad day and he made a comment right now and i had to hold myself back from killing him #the news were on and they were talking about a really big international cartel doing people trafficking and he snorted and said #theyre whores not people #i had a vase right in front of me and i kinda blacked out and imagined myself smashing him in the head with it #i despise him so much i swear to god living with my grandma wouldnt be so bad if it was just the two of us #i need to move out before i do something i regret #im doing a very good job holding my tongue if i do say so myself. but the horrors

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debtsunpaid · 2 months

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@asteritm / continued from here

party pooper. oh hey clarice, it's nice to hear from you! how are you? how's life? i'm doing really well, thanks for asking! crunch anything tasty lately? party pooper. drop the first t in texting, throw in an s actually. and he's still getting the hang of it but he can't get better without practice you know. what better time to do it when he's supposed to be paying attention? party pooper. — on a scale of one to five, how bad is it? one being distracted but functioning and five being cannot carry a conversation to save his life? i have to know, for record keeping purposes, and then yes — i might give him some breathing room. do you know how fun it is to drive a man a little insane with a picture or two? i bet you do, one way or the other. party pooper. whatcha talking about? anything fun?

[sms] handle with caution. gods, you even text the same. no wonder you two fuck like rabbits, it must be like screwing a mirror for him. not to impugn your good looks by comparison, darling — and of course, i'm delighted that you're well. how goes your training in ... whatever it is he claims to be teaching you? CS.

[sms] handle with caution. yes, yes, i'm well aware of the context. and the contents. and his password, much to his dismay. artfully posed, by the way; what i wouldn't give to have your body. CS.

[sms] handle with caution. oh please, child. it's the easiest game in the world. with men, you'll reach the madhouse long before you could ever hope to reach the truth, every time. and no, i cannot think of anything i would rather do less than rate the depths of john constantine's lust, thank you ever so much for asking. CS.

[sms] handle with caution. business of course, what else? although that particular discussion seems to have effectively stalled, at present, thank you again. as much delightful nostalgia and secondhand embarrassment as i'm finding in the ... sordid details of your extracurricular activities, need i point out, to you of all people, that it would be far more professional to get it on on your own time? rather than, for example, mine? CS.

[sms] handle with caution. [IMG ATTACHMENT] besides, your man here is already averaging a 3.5 over little more than a tasteful glimpse of cleavage and a quarter-body shot — i'm sure you can do better than that. than him, for that matter. CS.

[sms] handle with caution. i know, i know, dreadful of me. and i did say i wouldn't pry. the heart wants what it wants, i suppose, regardless of such ... trivial hurdles as simple rational thought. i can relate to that, at least, but i do wish you'd let me set you up with at least one of the more ... lucrative matches on hand. after all, even if it didn't pan out, it couldn't hurt to keep up at least an appearance of availability, in your position, hm? CS.

#asteritm #clarice (a vampire of youthful essence): what i wouldn't GIVE to have your body #me (laughing nervously): like. like figuratively orrr......#also this woman wrote 'i'm delighted' with a completely straight face i just need to put that out there for posterity's sake #god i LOVE writing this nasty bitch already but the end of every sentence feels so SLIMY!!!#remember how u were talking about lilly having to hear all the shit people say about john? clarice is definitely one of those people #although whether she does it to provoke a reaction or because she actually despises him......who can say really. definitely not john #clarice vc: i've all but adopted you already girlie and now you want to make JOHN CONSTANTINE my SON IN LAW? EUGH.#(2nd tinier clarice vc: if you're not as serious about him as he is about you? i'm coming after you. teehee)#CLARICE TXT. ( a death defier hanging on a burning tether line. )#CLARICE V.01. ( HELLBLAZER. )#CLARICE ARC 01. ( THE BLOODY CONSTANTINES. ) w. ( asteritm & talentforlying. )

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nikidanger · 8 months

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#Bruh #when I tell you I wouldn’t even wish chronic pain upon someone I fucking despise?!?#it’s been a long life #don’t get me wrong #I’m grateful to have lived this long #a woman just needs a break please dear god #personal

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curiosity-killed · 1 year

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9:09 AM and I am contemplating murder

#not actually #but certainly wishing this woman would just #stop showing up to work #pls leave me alone I despise you and your wealth of incompetence #how do u get so fucking stupid #I thought I had this curbed based on our call yesterday and then she just went hard left #she’s so. just genuinely. kind of dumb #which is fine!!#except she makes that everyone’s problem by acting like she knows everything and making the stupidest fucking directions/feedback #Jesus Christ alive I cannot stand this woman #personal #GOD I am really fucking annoyed abt how she handled this one tbh

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lemuel-apologist · 2 years

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YES the sister who had us listen to the bad touch was the same one who let us play that game where you get out of the car and switch seats, YES she got reprimanded for it, NO I don't think she deserved to get chewed out by a woman who tried to regulate heel height and told chloe she couldn't fart ever

#GOD my vendetta against this woman is never-ending #despise. despise.#genuinely? fuck that lady #i don't even CARE that she seems to think i corrupted her son by introducing him to 'that filthy punk music'#(I didn't)(but the kid was homeschooled)(and i went to public school and fell into the niche of Weird Slightly-GNC Mormon Girl)#(so i got blamed)(which is fine i guess)(except he was older than me and not even my friend)(he told me i was loud and annoying at YC)#(too annoying to work with)(too loud to play cards)(i went and cried in the woods)( i guess i was being dramatic)(but i was inconsolable)#(and his best friend came to find me)(i tried to convince myself this would fix me)#(the bishop's son was nice to me so clearly this was where i was supposed to fall in love)#(but i didn't. i couldn't. i can't.)(i forgot where i was going with this)(maybe i shouldn't despise any of them)#(maybe i was just a fucked up kid who grew into a fucked up adult with the same issues as always)(nobody's coming to get me in these woods)

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oimoi-op · 2 years

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Love seeing posts by online fandom bitches that just really set off the lingering effects of childhood religious trauma

#personal #like i mean i wouldn't interact with social media if i couldn't handle shit #but like. there are reasons why certain terms mean certain things. purity culture has a definition and isn't some label to be slapped onto #anything or anyone against a show or ship you like #fr do these people know it felt like. what it still feels like. do i have dysphoria bc i'm not a cis woman or bc i waised to unconsciously #despise and ridicule and demonize women #am i really asexual or did something break out of fear and self-hatred #like sorry but what we went through—what too many are still going through—is *actual* purity culture and targeted abuse toward afab folks #and you cannot compare that to ''fandom police'' sorry but like being told that the god who made everything and loves you which makes you #special and important and loved actually thinks you're dirty and fornicating and *bad* UNLESS you listen to these old men—you CAN'T compare #that to fandom police. it is not the same. fandom is not religion fandom blogs aren't gods or those ordained to speak for gods the power #dynamic isn't there and the sheer scope of its influence over the past thousand years doesn't exist so like. stfu lol #may not seem like a big deal to you but to a lot of us survivors it fucking hurts so badly to see our trauma compared to ship wars

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zulemmita · 2 years

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i’m reading malibu rising, and i want to kick mick riva in the nuts

#FUCK U FUCK U FUCK U ALSJSKSHDJDVDHDB #I DESPISE HIM SO MUCH HOLY SHIT #i’m only like a a quarter into the book and i hate him so much its insane #every single of his thoughts and povs made me cringe and irk and just scream in disbelief #oh nooo. the women were throwing at him !! u dont understand. what was he supossed to do ??? :((#YEAH. FUCK YOU #i was not fond of him since the seven husband but MY GOD #this bitch. i cant stand him #M E N . FUCKING MEN #anyway #i’m enjoying this book a lot. and i’m pretty sure is gonna make me cry lmao #but its a book from this woman. so whats new #malibu rising #mick riva #taylor jenkins reid #books #things i say

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navree · 2 years

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don’t know why nancy’s being a bitch to robin for no reason (or why robin has this new socially akward motormouth personality that she did not have AT ALL last season) but a) it’s annoying and i hate it and nancy’s a polarizing enough character that it’s not coming off well and b) if they’re gonna re-do a nancy/jonathan/steve love triangle with steve STILL into nancy and nancy getting back into him now that jonatha is gone i’m gonna scream

#personal #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #literally for one i despise plots where someone's an asshole for no reason and it's ALWAYS two girls who haven't interacted before #like what they did with max and eleven in season 2 #and for two please let steve and nancy die #she treated him badly in season 2 and i feel like getting back together would be shit for his development #and would also be a dick move to do to jonathan #and again nancy has a tendency to piss people off so this could just not be good (and if she's this season's death it's just gonna make us)#(not feel as sad about it)#but like my god let steve and nancy as a couple REST let steve move on and please stop making nancy unlikeable #first with how she treated steve in season 2 and then the shit she pulled on jonathan in season 3 and now this??#let the woman not be a bitch for five freaking minutes god duffer brothers

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celestialwife · 8 months

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girls when poe has a personality that isn't being obsessed with a man he's had maybe ten scenes with in the first two movies and has his own agency and doesn't always agree with his mentor instead of bending over backwards to constantly say she's right (when she isn't):

#nym speaks #negativity #SORRY but it's true #like god they're SO petrified of him being his own character it'd be hilarious if it wasn't so FUCKING FRUSTRATING #sorry someone reblogged my gifset of him i made yesterday just to bitch about him in tl*#and number one you're a gifmaker too cut that shit out #number two they unironically love res*stance reb*rn which is the WORST BOOK I'VE EVER READ i despise it so fucking much #it treats him so fucking terribly. it treats him exactly the way people claimt tl* does #like the author can't talk about him without going 'oh he's a supremely arrogant person' in every interview she gives #and has maz tell him that and compares him to the first order AFTER KNOCKING HIM ON HIS ASS????#and then has a good portion of the resistance agree he should be thrown out of the airlock for not trusting holdo like EXFUCKINCUSE ME?!#the author literally just wants him dead it's not even fucking funny #not to mention the book grossly objectifies him CONSTANTLY and REPEATEDLY #girl 'm in love with him and don't mention how hot he is this much #but like he's crushing on finn soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo of course it's better than everything else tehehehe #(which i do have my issues with? like why on earth was this woman writing them like they were for sure going to be a thing when lucasfilm #was NEVER going to do that. it feels a little too close to baiting to me ngl.)#anyway sorry workers were working on the road right outside my window until like two thirty last night :') and i have cramps :') so i'm not #in the mood for this shit lmfao #anyway living with clear skin and an open heart knowing that book keeps getting retconned bc it's so awful lmfao

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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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CHARM’D • mikasa ackerman

your fiancée gets a new piercing and you decide to have some fun with it.

content + themes: nail tech!mikasa, black fem!reader, y/n is a lash tech, subby mika, her and y/n cracking jokes on each other, overstimulation, pillow humping, use of toys, scissoring, heavy squirting, fingering, bratty mika, gay bestie!armin cameo

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most people would say working with your significant other seems like a great time. Being around the one person you love more then life itself and earning a living at the same time? You couldn’t ask for a better deal. However, it did have its challenging moments..discipline and focus is an important part of anyone’s employment. Regardless of the job but especially when tending to someone’s beauty and esthetic needs, it was imperative to pay attention. Hence why your fiancée despised the fact that you were working alongside her as her new lash tech some days! Granted, she was thrilled to have you around and with an extra service and set of hands around, you guys’ income practically tripled. So it was a pretty sweet deal. However, you didn’t make it easy…in fact, you acted as if giving her a hard time was your actual occupation..

“Are you sure we can’t just fill them in and work around it? C’mon, Mika. You sure you can’t just do your magic?”

“Sweetheart, how long have you been a client of mine? I’m an artist, not a repair woman. Two things I refuse to do is fly coach and work over other people’s fuck ups. Now let’s soak these off so I can give you a fresh set. While you’re waiting, Armin can get you in the shampoo bowl. Since he’s sitting on his skinny ass, doing nothing.”

needless to say, it was never a dull moment! You guys’ hairstylist and resident smartass, Armin Artlert was currently seated in one of the styling chairs, typing away on his phone.

“And don’t forget looking cute. Just blind and grouchy.”

“Whatever. Help her before I suddenly find your replacement.”

it was obvious that the normally laid back nail tech was in rare form this morning. Not so much rude or angry but definitely on edge a little. The shop was a little busy but nothing more than usual for the Sugar and Spice Haus. It was normal for clients to be waiting outside the door so she couldn’t have been frazzled by that. So what exactly had her acting so strange? Perhaps it was a question better answered by the one person who knew her better than anyone else..and who ironically was the root cause of the issue!

“Oh, don’t pay her any attention, y’all. She’s just a little worked up. Isn’t that right, baby?”

just then, a rather gleeful (y/n) would come traipsing from the back of the salon..strapless dress and sandals, holding a caddy full of lash supplies. In return, the only thing you were met with was a decorated middle finger and the roll of dark, doe eyes. Your fiancée was quite the bratty thing when she wanted to be but she was oh so cute….

“Oh shut up. I’m not talking to you right now.”

hence why you took immense pleasure in teasing her among other things..something that began long before the two of you even opened shop this morning..

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flashback: earlier that morning..

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“Oh God!…yes..right there!…”

“Aw, is that your spot, baby? Are you gonna come?”

the high pitch, condescending coo spouting from your lips rang off into the ears of your very whiny and overstimulated fiancée. Who had just been sleep only twenty minutes prior or so it would appear. Because as the two of you awoke for the morning, ready to start another day in the home and salon you shared as not only lovers, but business partners…you were met with a rather pleasant surprise. Faint whimpers and the sight of your precious Mikasa grinding herself against her pillow. Her tits spilling from her tank top; fondled in her palms, hair brushing against the sheets and her panties tugged to the side as her bare slit rubbed profusely against the memory foam material. She had to have been in utter bliss from the sounds erupting from her mouth. Not only that, she looked so sexy..however, you knew it was rather unbecoming of your woman too. Granted, your sex life was anything but mundane and the two of you took any opportunity plausible to fuck, lick or kiss on one another. However, for the past few days or so, she seemed to be evading you. Claiming to be far too exhausted for any sort of sexual activity. She’d shower alone and even halt you if things got too intense. One would think that was indicative of infidelity and that their partner was with someone else. But alas, her dirty little secret came to light and needless to say, you’d return the pent up sexual frustration ten fold!..

“Oh? What’s this?…” she just knew that once you unveiled the truth, you’d never allow her to live it down. And she was correct.

“(Y/N)..baby…fuck me!..”

the truth was, she had snuck behind your back and acquired a clit piercing. More than likely from the same artist who had decorated her skin in the plethora of tattoos she sported. But what she hadn’t counted on was becoming so hypersensitive afterwards. It was one of those things that could go either way, depending on the person. Getting piercings in intimate area could either make you lose all feeling or make you super sensitive to the touch. For poor Mikasa, she was the latter to a fault! You would’ve thought that she would’ve learned her lesson when she got her nipples pierced and they sent her into a frenzy with something as simple as putting on a bra on. But you were more than happy to meet her request..flipping her over onto her back, (y/n) promptly shoved your tongue into her mouth; jaw agape and slack from being on the brink of climax. Her pierced nipples puffy and erect and of course..that adorable little clit; marked with a silver ball and bar going through it. It looked so cute and she looked even more precious..practically begging for you to claim her. Slick surrounded that fat pussy of hers and you just knew she was close.

“Oh you poor thing…you’ve been holding out on me…don’t worry, mama. I’ll take care of you..”

reassuring her with your lips honing on her neck. Tender kisses trailing down her throat and those fingers following suit to her mound. Tracing your digits across her freshly waxed skin, you’d tease around the area, refusing to touch the actual bud. “But first..I need you to do sum’ for me, okay?” So gently cooing to her. At this point, she was desperate so she was at your mercy.

“Yes, baby!..whatever you want..”

crying out as you moved your fingertips lower as well as your mouth, leaving them to hover over her jeweled nipples. Drawing a long trail of saliva along with you in the process. That’s when you’d shove those two opposite fingers between her lips and force her to suckle, drumming up her own spit. “Suck on these f’r me. Get them wet…just like that.” She’d happily comply, knowing that you’d help her reach her peak soon. Whilst she was busy drooling and whining, you’d ease one digit inside of her with your thumb resting on her clit. She looked so helpless and vulnerable..turning you on more and more by the second. Mikasa’s back would raise from the bed as you pushed those digits knuckle deep into her core. You’d feel them suction and tighten around you and continue pressing until they were stained with a sheath of milky white and sticky clear liquid..dripping all down your nails. You kept them short just for special instances like these. So you could pump them in and out her pretty pussy and watch her squirm, yelping for more.

“Ah! Haaaa…oh my god! Right there! Yes…”

“Aw, am I in your spot, baby? Are you gonna come?”

nodding her head profusely; your dormant thumb now tracing circles against her clit and even flicking that piercing for added stimulation. Needless to say, she couldn’t hold back any longer and seconds later, when you finally gave her permission, you’d find your arm, the sheets and anything surrounding you two drenched in her juices. Squirting everywhere..and became inconsolable afterwards. “That’s it!…let it go, let it go for meee..squirt on those fingers.” Encouraging with loud cries ringing out through the bedroom. She was practically convulsing once you withdrew your fingers. Allowing them to drip, you’d dangle them over her lips and allow her to clean them off. “Mmmhm..taste yourself, baby…you look so pretty.”

running a hand along her torso and up to her throat yet again to wrangle her in for a kiss. Haven gotten a taste of her sweet essence, you decided to get your entire fill by finally leaving a trail of pecks leading to her pelvis before tousling your own side of the covers off and climbing on top of her. Without missing a step, you’d part her inked up legs and pin one back whilst intertwining the other with your own. From there, you’d tear off the thin lacy panties she was wearing off and put them to much practical use like gagging her. From there, you’d align your frothing slits and start grinding them against one another. Tugging down your own sports bra; dressed in only a bonnet and having fallen asleep with nothing on your lower half, you had become well aroused on your own from her little escapades. With that, Mika would buck her hips forward and work herself against you; meeting your thrusting with tearful pleas to keep fucking her. “Don’t stop, baby! Please don’t fucking stop…” her voice was cracking but her words very concise and clear. Those perky tits bounced around underneath as she gripped the silk linen underneath your bodies. The smacking of your clammy folds and warmth made for a beautiful chorus of steamy, nasty sounds filling the atmosphere…she wasn’t the only one feeling the pressure either because you soon found yourself nearing an orgasm. “I’m gonna come too, mama…fuck! You feel so good..”

laughing out of pure delirium and pleasure, unable to slow down in fear that you’d come on the spot. Those sticky juices smeared across each of your thick thighs as those lower lips meshed together. Eventually, you’d find yourself leaning down to let your tongues clash as well. “Mmph! I love you…” “I love you too, Mika! Fuck, baby…come for me again..”

just then, she’d follow your order and flail around as another stream of juices exited both of your bodies. Spraying up everything in the vicinity. Rubbing those finger pads against her throbbing bud, (y/n) drummed out more and more until she couldn’t spill another drop. You found yourselves going round for round..drawing out one another’s arousal and all that you had to offer. An hour or so had past; an array of positions from being seated on her face while you ate her out, to riding a double sided dildo…

“Yes, baby! You look so pretty riding that fucking dick..go deeper..”

to finally ended your rather heated session with your fingers intertwined as you played with yourselves. Massaging those clots to your final climatic rushes. Coming down in a powerful high with tears streaming down your faces and squirt pooling down your legs. All in all, it seemed that her little piercing was a success and rather useful investment.. “C’mere..that feel good?..” “..yeah..thank you, baby..so much.” Fucked out and dazed from being overly stimulated. But neither of you regretted a thing..that was until you made another proposal with a deviant glare on your face..reaching over into the dresser, you’d retrieve another device: a controller vibrator. One you planned to utilize on her throughout the work day!

“Hell no, (y/n)! I can’t..”.

but it was too late..you had already placed it inside of her and would be utilizing it until you had your fill. You wanted to see how she fared with her little body modification when you were the one in control..and throughout an entire day of work.

maybe next time she wouldn’t keep such secrets from you!

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