#i am absolutely not trying to claim that ‘’it’s my culture so it’s okay’’ but i do think we need to get better as a culture at

[demilypyro]

Okay since this doesn't seem to want to go away here's me addressing every single "allegation" that I've heard about. I hope to have at least given a good explanation where the horrible things being said about me came from, and why I consider them either just totally not true or badly misconstrued. Some of my friends have recommended I don't say anything at all, but I've always preferred openness and honesty, so I hope that's appreciated.

I understand that some people will still dislike me even though the things being said about me are not true. That's fine. I don't need everyone to like me, but it's when I'm being consistently harassed and lied about that it interferes with my mental health and ability to work. So I'm gonna try and end things with this.

"She's racist"

From what I can tell this is about one time when I said I keep my interest in anime to myself around new people. I do this because showing you're a Huge Fucking Nerd right off the bat can make a bad impression. I could have said the same thing about Star Trek or comic books, I just happened to be talking about anime in that moment. Someone seems to have misconstrued this as me finding Japanese culture something shameful and lesser than other cultures?... Which I would call a total willful misinterpretation. The rest of this seems to stem just from being Dutch, because the Netherlands is a country that has a problem with xenophobia. This is true, but uhhh I'm mixed myself so I'm pretty well aware of that, and I obviously don't support our infamous "blackface holiday." Just because I live here doesn't mean I agree with everything this country does, be that historically or in the modern day.

"She's friends with racists/misogynists/transphobes"

The only thing I can guess this is about is when I was mutuals with a user called porko-rosso at least 5 years ago and didn't really believe it when people told me they were a bigot. I haven't interacted with this user in over 4 years but people still claim we're like best friends, which was never true in the first place, we just knew a lot of the same people. Most of the resentment from the people who repeatedly spread these rumours about me seems to have started here. So for the record: no, I am not friends with any racists, misogynists or transphobes.

"She thinks she's better than other trans women because she passes better"

This is just not true. This idea seems to pop up just whenever I post about enjoying the benefits of HRT or surgery, but most recently this was misconstrued from a post where I said being trans is about being yourself as much as possible. Since this was in response to someone saying that me trying to pass is "erasing my identity", people thought I meant trying to pass is the same as being good at being trans, which was not what I meant, but some people didn't seem to want to believe me when I clarified. My apologies for the misunderstanding I guess, but that's all it was. So no, I do not hate people who don't pass as well as I do, nor do I think all trans people should be transitioning medically, and I resent the implication.

"She has a secret discord server where she makes fun of pictures of other trans women and calls them slurs"

I had absolutely no clue what this was about when I first heard it. I was sent screenshots that supposedly prove this but all they show is me being rude about someone's appearance one time in january of 2022. I actually thought these were faked because I don't remember this happening and the things said confused me, but one of my friends says she found it was in her server, where she had showed a picture of someone and asked everyone present (mostly other trans women) if they were hot. Apparently I did not think they were hot. So yes, I did insult someone's appearance back in january 2022, but it was an isolated incident. Frankly even I find my remarks in these screenshots distasteful, I don't know what I was on when I wrote that stuff. I'm sorry to that person specifically. What I said has weighed heavily on me and I apologize for it. It's not something I approve of, and don't intend to repeat that mistake. Still, to say it means I hate trans women and I love to make fun of them in my secret discord server and call them slurs is just... a super-villain level of exaggeration. I didn't even know about the word that was named as an example. It's not true.

"She's often rude"

I can't deny this one. Autism gonna autism. I've seen many therapists, doctors, experts, what have you, to try and help me with this, but it seems my particular brand of autistic in combination with the cultural differences between mine and other countries just really often ends with my foot in my mouth when I speak English. I apologize! I have never meant to personally offend anyone. It just keeps happening and I can't stop it from happening.

If after reading all this, you still consider me bad enough to hate my guts, I can't stop you, but I wanted to have at least had my say. I swear that everything in this post is the honest truth as I understand it, and that I've never acted with purposeful malicious intent.

#and yes feel free to reblog and share #demilypyro #demily pyro

[prismatic-bell]

So @hejeksbs saw that post about fandom olds freaking out about IWTV stuff being posted on the AO3, and said they’re new to fandom and fandom culture and don’t understand. So congrats, Hejek, you’re one of today’s lucky 10,000. This is going to be a basic primer, but I encourage others to chime in with details. (Also, thanks for reminding me I need an Interview exhibit in the museum. I had that written down somewhere.)

So if you go back to the 1990s and early 2000s—the pre-AO3 digital years—you’re going to see an official disclaimer on just about every fic. These basically said “I don’t own anything here, please don’t sue me.” Some were quoted elaborate.

These started because of Anne Rice.

See, Anne Rice was, how can I say this nicely…an asshole? The day she died there were literally people posting crab rave and “Ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead” from The Wizard of Oz on Tumblr. Because before Harry Potter fanfiction was pretty frowned upon and you might get a C&D if you didn’t keep your head down properly, but Anne Rice.

ANNE RICE.

Anne Rice literally recruited her “loyal fans” to harass people who made fanworks. At least one person was doxxed to her workplace by rabid Ricers, and at the time fanfiction was taboo enough you could absolutely get fired for that. I was eleven and friends with someone who was 13 who’d just read Interview and drew this wonky I-am-a-kid-who-can’t-really-draw-yet-but-I-loved-this-SO-MUCH piece of fanart of Louis and Lestat, and she literally dipped off the internet because she got an extremely nasty “I’m suing you” threat from Rice. (Are you out there, Mercury000? It’s me, sailorsharon0722.)

Anne Rice did everything in her power to ensure there was no IWTV fandom at all. I’ve heard from people older than me that she used to host a “vampire’s ball” every year in New Orleans for her “loyal fans” but if you showed up and she felt your costume outshone her own, she’d make you leave. People didn’t dare so much as put “Lestat” and “fanfiction” in the same sentence.

And then, irony of ironies, when her reputation got so bad she was struggling to sell books, she…became a Christian and started writing Bible fanfiction to sell.

Yeah.

Over the years there were claims she’d changed her mind about fanfiction, but nobody ever had evidence to back this up. I even saw a dude on Quora claiming to be a close friend of hers saying we were all lying, and he got absolutely ratioed by fans going “I still have my C&D letter, you wanna fucking try again?”

Incidentally, I would like to point out that her attitude wasn’t uniform. It’s easy to say “that’s just how it was,” but Neil Gaiman has been around since the 1980s and has always appreciated fanfiction. Stephen King’s approach is “please tell me, to my face, that me explicitly writing about Cthulhu isn’t fanfiction” and otherwise pretty lassez-faire (he has no interest in knowing you’re writing fanfiction of his stuff, he just genuinely doesn’t care), and his first book was published in the early 1970s. Gene Roddenberry, creator of Star Trek, actually accepted submissions of fanfiction scripts DURING THE SHOW’S ORIGINAL RUN, at least according to popular lore. (@dduane, can you check me on this?) Mercedes Lackey—who’s 1980s-and-1990s fantasy royalty—has been asked on Quora about why she “changed her mind about fanfiction” and her response was “I never changed my mind, I just had to talk my publisher into accepting it. I’ve always been okay with it but I had to say no because of my contract.” Sure, Diana Galbaldon was out there comparing fanfiction to rape(????), but even among those who disapproved of fanfiction, Rice’s attitude and actions were extreme. And they persisted into the 2000s, too, with her egging on fans who harassed and sent death threats to a YouTube reviewer who didn’t like one of her books.

AO3 changed ALL of that.

AO3 said “here is our well-researched legal claim that fanfiction is legal, and if someone gives you shit about works you have posted on our website, our lawyers will represent you. You can post safely here. It’s okay. We got your back.”

Even so, the fear about Anne Rice continued. And can you blame people? This woman’s name held the same power in fannish conversations as “Voldemort.” (A moniker by which I’ve actually heard her called.) She all but destroyed the old guard, on purpose.

….and then a new generation of fans happened. A new generation that didn’t remember life before AO3, had never known anyone who literally had to move house to get away from Rice’s minions’ threats and harassment. I know we use “nature is healing” as a joke on this website, but really truly, that’s what happened here. She left charred tree trunks and bushes that were old-school fans and from their ashes tiny little 2010s-fans seedlings began to grow.

The thousand-odd fics you saw in those screenshots (which I feel I should clarify are from before the new show came out—a show that must have her turning in her grave, because she was absolutely adamant that all her vampires were STRAIGHT and if you thought otherwise you were DISGUSTING, and I hope she spins so hard her corpse combusts) are absolutely shocking to us older fans because it’s like staggering out of a nuclear wasteland and spotting a little garden with signs saying “free nuclear-illness medical services” and realizing it’s real. What the fuck, what the fuck, but also, holy shit y’all we’re so proud of you. YES. Keep going. Don’t let the witch get you down.

EDIT: I’ve been informed by someone in the notes that IT ACTUALLY GETS WORSE:

I’m not going to transcribe the whole thing because I’m on mobile and most of it is just bog-standard post notes, but what’s relevant is @theoriginalvelocipastor saying “OP forgot the part where she [Anne Rice] would take ideas from fanfiction.”

Like holy motherFUCKER this woman’s hypocrisy.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Hey, Mickey! [Pt. 2]

University AU TW: Language, Alcohol Consumption, P w/out P, Hook-Up Culture, Y/N's a bit promiscuous but so are her friends lmfao Smut Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Sloppy Make Outs, Penetrative Sex, Degradation, Name Calling, Fingering, Handjob, Oral (F!Giving - Blowjob), Lowkey face-fucking, Overstimulation, San's a meanie (translated: soft dom ish), Unprotected Sex (contraceptives are sexy guys), Double Penetration, Anal, Creampie, Manhandling, Multiple Orgasms, Genre: Romance, Smut, Exes-to-FWB-to-Lovers, Minors DNI Pairing: Choi San x Reader ft. Yeosang YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 3.8K

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Notes: I didn't mean to write a sequel to this but... here we are ig lmaooooooo BUT THIS IS IT I PROMISE! Also rq you do not need to read part 1, this can be a stand alone, but if you want to read that filth go ahead. Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

"I hate you, (Y/N)!" Your friend cried. "You said he's free!"

"Okay, and? He's not free anymore," you sipped on your iced tea while your friend lamented on the table in front of you.

"Was he... was he at least a good fuck?"

"I guess you'll never know."

"No!" Your friend cries into her arms. She looks at you with sad eyes. "You're lucky I love you."

"Yup," you finished your tea and placed it aside while you continued your paper. "Plus, you don't want to date that asshole," you rolled your eyes and groaned.

"Why not?"

"His idea of a date is a movie and a fuck, he's so unromantic," you complained.

"Why are you dating him then?" She asks, regaining her composure and touching up her eyeliner now.

"I guess I'm just used to it," you eyed her weirdly but continued your own business. "Maybe I kinda missed it."

"Wow, your friends were right, your standards are really on the floor, huh?" She huffs. Apparently so.

"I know," you couldn't stop the grin from rising on your face. "Anyway, we have a date later, so we'll see what happens," you rest your chin against your palm.

"Aw, what's the plan?" She pushes.

"Let's see," San chimes behind you while placing a hand on your shoulder, "dinner at 6, movie at 8, and sex in my car at 10," San lists off on his fingers behind you.

"You're stupid," you rolled your eyes again and looked at your friend, "what did I tell you. Unromantic, right?" You sighed.

"Just the way you like it," he shoots you a wink and steals your coffee.

"What else did I tell you? Absolute asshole," you deadpanned toward your friend. San, making no comment, walked off. "Look, he just came here to fucking embarrass me and take my shit, ugh, why am I talking to him again?" You shook your head and went back to work. "Consider yourself lucky, friend." You stole a glance at her, catching her watching San walk off.

"I wish I had a guy who treated me like shit."

"You're even stupider than he is."

"Let me live my whore era in peace," her head slips down her hand and she giggles. "You have two other friends, right?"

"Why are you so attracted to my friends?!"

"Why are your friends so attractive?!" She fires back.

~

"Really, San? I thought you'd at least be a little more classy than this," you crawled over to the backseat and straddled his lap. The earlier date was a bit of a blur, to be honest, the movie was boring and dinner was okay, but part of you felt that weird semblance of him trying to be more romantic. It didn't work though. In the end, you were still about to fuck in his car, one of the most unromantic of places.

"I mean, yeah, but you're here anyway, aren't you?" His hands rest on either side of your hip. "If you want me to take you home to my place right now then I'll do it," he shrugs. "But can you wait that long?" He teases you.

"Shut up," you leaned down and kissed him. Your lips moved together slowly while San's thumbs started to trace circles around your hips. His hands slipped into your shirt and sent a cold shock up your spine, something that elicited a small groan from you and allowed San to push forward while deepening the kiss. You felt your hips relax against his lap and you could feel his boner against his jeans. You separated for a moment, leaving San to chase after you.

"What?" His voice sounded more disinterested than annoyed.

"Your windows are tinted, right?" You looked out into the nighttime.

"Nope," he pulls you down to his lips once again.

"San," his name was muffled between your lips. "Mm mmm," you shook your head. He pulled away.

"Come on, no one's here, you can see the lot better than I can," he starts to kiss your neck instead. He wasn't really wrong per se, you really should've suspected something when he parked back here, but here you were being surprised again, huh? "What are you so worried about? It's not like anyone we know would be here at this time," he continues. Again, he wasn't wrong.

Plus, part of you thought that car sex was hot.

"Fine, but I do expect you to bring me home still," you said.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," he pulled your shirt off and kissed you again, something you welcomed and reciprocated. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra before tossing it to some unknown part of the car, and your hips bucked against his, something that made him smirk against you. "Needy much?" He teased you too often, in your opinion.

"Shut up and just fuck me already, okay?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," San separated from you and you groaned. "Hold on there, baby, we're not just fucking around anymore," he lowers you against the seat and your breath catches in your throat. "Nah, we're "talking," right? I'm fucking to keep you now," he presses small kisses against your chest. "Then again, my competition is Mark, so I'm not too concerned," he grabs the waistbands of your skirt and your panties and pulls them off slowly.

"Don't be mean!" You tug at his hair and he groans around your nipple.

Mark, San's polar opposite. He was sweet, romantic, and just so caring, kinda bad at sex but you would never tell him. You didn't deserve him, now that you thought of it, especially since you're about to be willingly dicked down by your ex, but what's new?

"And? Since when were you into the nice guys? I know you, you like us mean," San's fingers ghost over your clit and your back arches. He pushes himself up and presses wet kisses along your jaw just as he traces his fingers around your folds and, fucking finally, he presses two fingers inside of you.

"Haa..." you let out a shaky moan and felt yourself sinking into the leather seats. You pulled his face to yours and kissed him hard. He let out a low groan as you started to palm at his crotch.

"You like us stupid too," he mutters against you. "You like it when we can't think of anything other than you, you thrive on that shit, it gets you off every time," his voice was a low rumble on your lips.

"No," your response came out as a low moan, "that's not..." you couldn't finish your sentence, not with how he was moving inside of you.

"You're all I ever think about," he presses up against your g-spot and your legs nearly clamped together as you started to grind on his fingers. "I could be doing whatever and all I can think about is how much of a cock-hungry whore you can be, all I think about is how you can barely even talk after I'm done with you. You should see yourself right now, where'd all that pride from earlier go?" He pulled his hand away in a swift movement, licking them clean before pulling his jeans off. The opportunity presented itself and you weren't one to back down, besides, you couldn't let him have all the glory. You were quick to push him back now, taking more of a front and wrapping your hand around his dick. "Oh?" He asks with a confident grin. You dragged your hand up and started to slowly jerk him, taking your time to listen to his own pretty moans.

"I usually prefer to be the one dumb fucked stupid but... you said it yourself, I'm fucking to keep you," you crawled into the space between his legs and wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, your tongue drawing languid circles around it while San's head hit the back of the seat.

"Fuck..." he drew the curse out and his hand rested on the top of your head as you took more and more of his cock into your mouth. He wasn't pushing down on you, thankfully, but the force was there, and god did it turn you on. You pulled your head up along his dick now, jerking him all along the way while he started to pull at your hair. The bitter taste of precum dragged along your tongue each time you tried to take more of him. "You can take more of it, I know you can," he starts to push your head down further and you gagged around him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and San cursed again. "Fuck, you look so hot like this," he brushes your hair out of your face right as you take the last of him in. Deep breaths, just relax. Not the first time you blew him, just the first time in such a restricted space. You try to pull off of him again, but his hips move up and he holds you in place.

"Mmph," you moaned around him while he thrust into you. Your legs started to give way under you, sliding further apart while you sank to the bottom of the car and your wetness dripped out of you. One of your hands moved to your pussy and you slipped your index and middle fingers inside to scissor yourself while you gagged on his cock. San moaned on top of you just as he pulled you off of him to give you a chance to climb back on top of him, your pussy hovering above his cock for just a moment before you spread your lips and sank down on him. He pulled you down into an open kiss, with wet moans being stolen with his tongue. His hands settled on your hips, squeezing them gently to urge you to move at your own pace, and a small shift from him was enough for you to start riding him. Your hips rocked back and forth, the car shifting under you with every movement but your wary glances around confirmed that you and he were still alone. Finally, you felt your abdomen tighten and you tugged him away from you. "I'm... haa... I'm almost there," you told him.

"Are you?" His words had a heavy sultry tone to them and you felt his lips trail up your jawline. "Hold it in," he bites down on your neck and you whimpered.

"I don't think... mmph... I don't think I can," your voice mixed with your moans now and his hands tightened on your waist to hold you still.

"You know, I just cleaned this car too," he spoke against your neck. This asshole. "Would be a shame if I had to clean it again," he sighs and lowers you down again, taking full control of you.

"San, please," your hands squeezed his hips and he thrusts into you. "Please, please, please," you begged him. You couldn't hold your orgasm in any longer than you already have.

"Go then," he releases your hips and you grasp onto his shoulders and lean forward, moving up and down his length to reach your orgasm all the while he whispers dirty things. Your pussy slid against his cock, feeling the way he stretched you open with each glide up and down, it was almost too good. The things you would do just to get him to let you sit on his cock forever. "Damn, only I can make you like this, huh?" He grins just as you stilled over him, your orgasm wracking through your body, and him moaning on top of you, staying in place while your pussy tried to pull him in further.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," you cursed repeatedly and San flipped you so that your stomach was against the seats and he pistoned into you. "Fuck, oh god, I can't," you shook your head against them now while San thrust into you with enough force that your wetness gushed around his cock. And when you felt his thumb press against your pucker you grabbed onto the seats with a vice grip, then right as you reached your second orgasm he stilled for a moment, letting you ride it out, until he spoke again.

"You ready?"

"Mmhmm," you moaned and he pushed into you.

"Shit..." he let out a breathy moan, while you moaned loudly, not caring if anyone was around to hear you. Your hand moved to your clit, trying to speed up to your next orgasm.

"Ugh, oh god," your hands moved faster and soon, somehow, you were on his lap again, your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on your waist while he fucked you and you bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming while the car rocked back and forth and, then, you made a mistake. You opened your eyes.

And Yeosang's jaw dropped.

Immediately, you zipped your mouth shut and San, sensing the sudden unease, stopped all his movements. You and Yeosang were stuck staring at each other for a bit, and carefully, awkwardly, he held up a bag and pointed at it.

"Haa, fuck," you cursed, rolled your eyes, and pointed at San's head. San turned his head just enough to see him, before he looked at you.

"Down?" He asks. He didn't specify what in particular, but with enough context, you were able to piece it together.

"In here?"

"Sure."

"Ugh," you groaned again. "If he is," you finally conceded. You looked out the back window again and, for whatever reason, Yeosang was still standing there. Of all the times to run into him it happened to be when your ex was balls deep into your pussy, of course. Wordlessly, San turned just enough to see him again and raised his hand up, motioning for Yeosang to come in. Yeosang, seemingly, took a deep breath and sighed. He looked at you, showing you a thumbs up and a look as if to ask if it was really okay, and with another roll of your eyes you nodded, and he shrugged, and he walked over. "God, it's about to get so cramped." You grumbled.

"Whatever, not the first time we fucked in this car," San groaned. You made a move to pull off of him, but he held you still while he leaned over and unlocked the car.

"I have, uh, waba grill," Yeosang slides in. "You look hungry, (Y/N)."

"A little, yeah," you nodded.

"Yo, you gonna join us or are you just here to fap?" San leans over to ask him. "Lock the car for me too."

"Yeah, yeah," Yeosang locks the car. "You cool if I join for sure, right?" He asks you.

"Woo might be mad that he's not here," you looked away for a moment.

"Aw, man, Woo doesn't have to know," San reasons.

"Well, whatever," Yeosang tosses his food onto the driver's seat and climbs in the back. "How far are we?"

"Three orgasms... was about to be four until you decided to look in here," you muttered.

"Whoops," Yeo pulls his shirt off and you look away.

"Yo," San whistles lowly.

"You guys suck," you mumbled and San pulled you off of him.

"I'll take a breather, you two have fun," San says. That's... different.

"Huh? You sure?" Yeosang asks and even you were surprised.

"Sure, last time you two get to fuck at least."

"Last?!" You both exclaimed.

"Yup, next time (Y/N) and I'll be official."

"In your dreams, Choi San," you rolled your eyes and turned Yeosang's face toward yours, capturing his lips with yours in an instant. Yeosang matched your rhythm quickly, holding onto your hips with a gentle grip while you moved on top of him.

"Oh," he mumbles. Yup, you both knew it, he was planning something. "Whatever, (Y/N), come here," he pulls you close to him and you press your lips to his.

Okay, you had to admit it, this wasn't the first time you and Yeosang fucked. The first time was because you both got drunk at a party. The second was because he picked you up from a failed date. And the third was now. And yet every time and with every partner, of course, you ended up comparing them to the jackass sitting behind you. Yeosang was gentler in his movements, he had control, easily, but he let you go through the motions. Even now, while you sank your hips onto his, you could feel the motions of him pushing you down too. You held onto both headrests on either side of you when he started to thrust into you, and you fought the urge to clamp your legs whenever he pushed into you just right. Your hands traced up his abdomen, wrapping around either side of his chest while you rode him, in some ways Yeosang was just perfect and if it hadn't been for San then maybe, maybe, this would've felt a little less cruel. Then, you felt San press his hand onto your back and he pushed you down onto Yeosang, close enough that you two nearly fell into a kiss.

"You know, (Y/N)," San whispers in your ear, pressing a small kiss to the shell of it too. "Yeo's had the biggest crush on you since we were kids."

"Come on, man, don't tell her about that," Yeosang's face twists in pleasure. He holds onto you tighter, thrusts becoming more pointed.

"The dude used to cum in socks thinking of you," San laughs. "What do you think? Pussy better than fabric?" San chides.

"San!" You tried to turn to glare at him, but his hand kept your head in place.

"And look at you two now, fucking in the backseat of my car," he continues to taunt. "How's it feel, Yeo?"

"Fuck you, San," Yeosang holds onto your hips tighter and you let out a breathy moan.

"Don't even listen to him," you pressed your lips against Yeosang's, and he kissed back, with both of your hips rolling against each other. Then you felt San's cock rub against you. And when you felt it push against your asshole, you broke off of Yeosang and buried your head in his neck, muffling your moan against his skin. "Fuck," you gripped onto Yeosang's arms and he groaned with every movement. Every time San pushed further into you, you ground down on Yeosang, and with every thrust you moved forward and back between them until he had finally settled in. You lightly chewed on Yeosang's skin, trying to get used to the feeling. Yeosang moaned under you, feeling the difference almost instantly.

"Shit," he clenches his jaw, holding back as much as he could.

"Don't be a little bitch," San growls, wrapping one arm around your torso and pulling you up against his chest, he thrusts into you and you grab onto his arm, your nails digging into his skin with every movement and Yeosang biting down on his hand to stop himself from cumming inside of you. "You cum in her and I'll make sure you regret it, Yeo," San says.

"I'm fucking trying, asshole," Yeosang makes a move to pull out of you but San pushes you down on his cock further.

"Oh god," your hands were on either side of Yeosang now, mind going blank from both cocks moving inside of you. Yeosang pressed open-mouth kisses against your skin, leaving it burning in its path. You turned your head so that you could whisper to him, being sure that only he could hear you.

"Fuck me like you got to me first," you said beneath a moan. Yeosang turns his head to look at you.

"Fuck it," Yeosang shakes his head and grips your thighs, pushing into you at a new pace to match San's, and you fell limp against him, fighting against his own strength to close your legs.

"Attaboy!" San was almost having too much fun with this. "Savor it, lover boy, this is the last time you get to try it." He could be so mean sometimes.

"Fuck! Oh, god, don't stop!" You felt your orgasm building up inside you again, your pussy clenched around Yeosang's cock and your hands dug into his hair while San constantly reminded you that he was there.

"Haa, shit," Yeosang cursed under you. From the way he was moving you could tell he was close and, fuck how amazing it would be to feel him. "Where?" Was all he could get out and, before you could even answer, San pulled you off of him and wrapped his arms under your legs to keep them open.

"Not inside, that's for sure," San said between grunts, he thrust into you at a faster pace now, not being held back by the previous resistance, and your head fell against his neck, just barely able to see through bleary eyes the way Yeosang jerked his cock. You felt your pussy clench around nothing, trying to get some kind of pleasure, any, and luckily Yeosang knew you better than you thought. His mouth wrapped over your clit, tongue circling around the sensitive nub while San continued to fuck into you, and when Yeosang pushed his tongue inside of you you knew you were done for. Your next orgasm hit you hard, so hard that you swear you blacked out for a second before getting pulled back to the reality that was San cumming in your ass. Your legs shook under his hold, and your breaths were heavy and hot. Yeosang sat up, wiping the cum from his chin as he did so.

"No more... I can't..." you shook your head and San pulled out of you slowly, watching the trail of cum follow his dick.

"Yeah, yeah," San was quiet, finally. Yeosang, meanwhile, reached over and grabbed his clothes.

"Well, I'm out," he pulls his shirt on.

"You're leaving already?" You asked with your eyes screwed shut.

"Yeah, exam," Yeosang rolls his eyes, wiping his dick off before shoving it back into his boxers. "Later," he steps into the passenger seat before unlocking the door, he looks back at San. "Also, you're an asshole."

"I know," San holds his hand up until Yeosang leaves. "You staying back here or moving up?"

"Ugh..." you turned so that your head laid on his chest, "can we just stay like this for a bit?"

"Sure," San's hand rests on your back now. "Too hard?"

"Like you care."

"Hey! I'm trying here," his hands rose up momentarily before settling on you again. You pressed a small kiss to his chest.

"Were you telling the truth about Yeo?"

"Oh yeah, big time," he nods.

"That's mean."

"Just how you like it."

"Fuck you."

"So soon?"

"I... ugh..." you closed your eyes again.

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[intheholler]

I'm from the very far south in the Appalachian mountains, in Georgia. My town was real rural when i was young, then blew up when folks started moving to atlanta in hordes. My dad's family is between Asheville and Charlotte, and they're who I spent most of my childhood with. I can relate to the Appalachian identity crisis. I've got friends from out west who say I'm not appalachian (and send me ARC maps like it's a "gotcha" when my county is on the map 🙃) while my appalachian friends in Tennessee and West Virginia say I am. I don't claim to be bc I'm scared people will say I'm not. I'm always in limbo lmfao

this is gonna be long because im upset for you and i hated feeling the way you are.

okay, for starters, why do your western friends give a shit? and what kind of "friends" go out of their way to try this hard to invalidate your entire identity? honestly, who cares what they say, they ain't even from here and the people who are from here are telling you otherwise. listen to those ones.

also, what are they even talking about? north georgia is literally the mountains. i'm from a county that is nearly on the border between nc and georgia. western nc is as appalachian as it comes (minus the coal ofc). they gonna try and tell me im not too? what do they know

i drove to atl all the time either for airport or concert purposes and it looks like appalachia the whole way down. sounds like it, eats like it, feels like it. it gets a bit flatter but that's what happens in a piedmont.

if it makes you feel any better, here is where i lived in SC:

not only in the piedmont but at the edge of it. so i absolutely get the identity crisis. but like i mentioned, the culture is practically identical and the dialect is literally the same there.

this is all to say cultural bleed happens, and you live right up on it. you have kin there. you spent time there. just because you aren't surrounded by mountain peaks doesn't mean you aren't a part of its soul. and the soul is really what matters.

i also get the heavy feeling of trying to prove to yourself that you are what you say you are, but try not to. say you're from appalachia because you are. and if anyone gets ugly about it, just show them this Very Official certificate.

congrats, you're a card carrying appalachian now <3

#asks #appalachia #appalachian dialect #appalachian culture

[marzipanandminutiae]

Mind you I've never read LW but i kinda enjoyed the 2019 movie, why did you hate it? (Maybe i just wanna put Timothee Ch on a leash) feel free to go off 🌷

So, the costumes sucked from a historical perspective. Which would be less Objectively Bad and more Just Not My Thing...if the designers hadn't gone ON AND ON AT LENGTH about how ~Authentic~ they tried to make everything.

Didn't claim accuracy and didn't do accuracy: meh, whatever

DID claim accuracy and didn't do accuracy, AND won an Oscar for it: urge to kill rising

the hair design was particularly egregious, with the designer at one point saying they chose [checks notes] insane flyaways and half-up hair on adult women (who would have worn their hair entirely pinned up, for practical reasons and as a cultural marker of adulthood) because that seemed "more authentic than coiffures"

MORE AUTHENTIC

THAN THE WAY ACTUAL WOMEN BACK THEN

WORE THEIR ACTUAL HAIR

AS DEMONSTRATED IN PHOTOGRAPHS- EVEN CANDIDS -AND PORTRAITS

"blee bloo they didn't have hairspray!!!" THEY HAD POMADE. HAVING YOUR HAIR VERY SMOOTH WAS THE STYLE IN THE 1860S, EVEN FOR POOR WOMEN, AND MASSIVE FLYAWAYS ARE HUGELY IMPRACTICAL, AND NOT ALL FIXATIVES ARE HAIRSPRAY YOU ABSOLUTE-

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apart from the hair, there were fit issues and at least one case of Trying To Copy the 1994 Movie, But Worse (Amy's black and white dress in Paris).

1994. the pattern is soutache, a kind of applied trim done with flat cord that was very popular throughout the mid-late 19th century

2019. You cannot tell me the choice to have her in a white dress with black floral patterning, in effectively the exact same scene, was a coincidence.

also I'm pretty sure there was one shot with an actress visibly wearing Uggs. (EDIT- thankfully I am informed that this is a set photo and the Uggs were not visible in the finished film. i had forgotten this. good to know! leaving the pic there because STUPID HAIR and HATLESSNESS)

also the Pretty Pastel Princess Dresses (with overly fluffy attempts at bertha collars) and Matching Long Gloves (wrist gloves were popular for evening back then, and they were almost always white) in the Concord ball scene.

is it a Civil War-era ball, or is it a parade of "southern belles" at Cypress Gardens in 1995? leaning towards the latter.

once again, the choice to put Meg in pink for the ball instead of her book-described blue dress is something 1994 did first, and did better IMO

also Meg's 2015 Coachella wedding look, the fact that none of these girls from a poor family seemed to wear each other's old clothes ever, and the lazy choice to dress Jo in half-menswear instead of actually looking into menswear-inspired women's clothing in the era (which was a Thing!). but more than just the costumes pissed me off

they just...didn't seem to understand the era, or want to, or care? it was a bunch of little things that served to make it all more #relatable to modern audiences but ultimately undermined the setting:

Marmee telling a random young man she's never properly met to call her Marmee, because "everyone does." her DAUGHTERS call her that. her ACTUAL CHILDREN. who the hell else would? it's not a derivative of her name; it's a variant of Mama. Laurie can graduate to Marmee when he's an actual family friend

Jo wearing some of Laurie's clothing because "she stole it when they were hanging out in his room," according to an interview. um, NO NO AND NO, they are teenagers and that would distinctly not fly on several levels even in her progressive family. I might actually buy this if it were like "he gave them some clothes for an amateur theatrical and she kept them;" the actual Alcott sisters had a costume trunk for their plays, which is still on display at their house. but these writers clearly think a teenage boy and girl could be in his bedroom together unsupervised, for long periods of time, habitually, in 1860-whatever. which is absolutely incorrect

Jo saying "okay" in refusing Laurie's proposal. this is so tiny, I know, but while that term did already exist, it was a joke phrase only. this would be like saying "lol" while turning down your best friend's proposal today. once again, it's an example of Relatability mattering more than actually understanding the world these characters lived in

there are more, but I've blocked them out. I just really, really hated it on many levels

#ask #anon #lw19 #long post #rant

[qqueenofhades]

Okay – so! Thank you for all that you do for fandom and The History side of tumblr- it’s a LOT.

 I’m struggling with mapping a historical accuracy/fanon vs. canon concept. I hope you can help me untangle my thoughts on this.  Diverse representation in media is very important to me; and I’m also aware of the damage that the ‘colour-blind’ casting can do.  So! I’m trying to reconcile a common fandom perception that Hob Gadling is of South-East Asian decent.   (I know that Ferdie is!- I also have seen zero evidence that he claims Desi Diaspora as part of his identity. It makes me really uncomfortable that fandom might be projecting their desire for ‘Representation’ onto a man who lives outside his ancestral culture.)

What I do know is that Hob is a medieval freeman (?) from the south of England in the 1300s. I wonder at the possibility of his CHARACTER being of mixed race? I know that Briton and Europe and Africa were in trade. I know that People of colour moved freely around the continents!

  I’ve done some research into London population polls from the time, but I’m not certain of their degree of accuracy/usefulness.  They describe immigrants as ‘aliens’.. and most I’ve seen are European. I haven’t even come across evidence of Muslim or ‘Moorish’ people settling in London???!

The written history I’ve read tells me the Europeans didn’t establish trade with India until the mid 1400s. (How it’s possible they didn’t know about each other is Baffling and seems impossible??) Anyway. The crux of the matter is:  would Hob Gadling possibly been of mixed heritage?

I mean yes, technically, he COULD be. The most logical route for that would be to give him some family heritage from somewhere in Spain, or Iberia, which was a fully mixed-race society until well into the 13th/14th century, and was in regular trade and communication with England. The medieval Iberian Christian kingdoms of Castile-León, Aragon, and Navarre particularly were close trading partners and English/Iberian royalty married each other fairly often. It was somewhat less the case by the time Hob was born in the 1350s, but there is certainly enough previous contact to make it feasible. Muslims, Christians, and Jews all lived in Iberia (how much they all co-existed has long been one of the most debated questions in religious/historical studies), and Muslims had a presence in Spain for over 700 years, since the first arrivals in 711 CE following the collapse of the Umayyad dynasty in Baghdad, until their final expulsion under Ferdinand and Isabella in 1492.

The question, however, is if he SHOULD be headcanoned or identified as mixed-race, and while I am the least fandom-policey person ever and respect people's right to enjoy their own ideas in peace, it personally makes me a little uncomfortable. It feels related to the "fandom activism!" mindset where you should ship a more Morally Pure OTP, or your favorite is "better" if they can be somehow identified with a marginalized group, regardless of whether this fits or makes sense for the character. And in this case, Hob’s background as a good-looking white British bloke with an appropriately English-sounding name, as I describe him in AITWW, is central to both his character arc, his major mistakes, and how he has to learn and grow over time. It was absolutely vital to me that in AITWW, he had to explicitly confront the massive amounts of unearned privilege that he enjoyed over the centuries by being born into that body, and how it would be very different for him if he hadn't been. As his friend Julia puts it in their discussion in chapter 13, he had the luck to be born into a body that society automatically privileges and values and places into positions of power whether or not he deserves it, and as a black woman, she thinks immortality sounds absolutely awful. Why would she want to put up with the absolute shit it would be to live 600 years, at least in the Western world/America/Europe, in that embodiment?

Likewise, Hob agrees and admits that of course it's easy for him to want to live forever and maintain enthusiasm for life, because whatever difficulties he has faced, his race and gender have not contributed to them (which is the essence of white privilege in a nutshell). And of course, the urge to make him mixed-race might reflect some discomfort with his actual canon background and involvement in slavery, no matter if he obviously feels terribly guilty and driven to atone for over 200 years after that (as he SHOULD). In some sense, making him mixed-race might seem to mitigate that or give some reason to make him "sympathetic" while he was doing it, and frankly, I don't think 18th-century Hob deserves to get off the hook for being yet another British white man who might have felt bad about what he was doing at times, but continued to do it anyway. I'm not saying this is anyone's motive or intention, but it does trouble me, especially since Hob’s whiteness, the damage of that whiteness, and the way he has to deliberately and extensively unlearn that urge to just live life on easy mode regardless of the damage it does to others is what I find so interesting about his character. In short, if Hob was part of a racially marginalized group already, he might have made different choices, but he didn't, and now he is forced to literally live with that guilt and shame forever. He doesn't get to exonerate himself, and nor do I do it for him.

Lastly, I think this reflects a very modern and somewhat over-simplified way of thinking; to our modern and institutionally-racist-pickled brains, race is the chief category that can be explicitly constructed as Otherness, and doesn't reflect the very unclear way this was perceived and experienced in the 14th century. I.e., you note that immigrants to England "were mostly European" -- which is true, but does not reflect the dizzying array then as now, in which local, national, ethnic, and religious identities were constructed. One unattractive feature of the English national character over many centuries has been their hostility and distrust of foreigners, and this was especially the case in the 14th and especially late-14th, post-Black Plague society. For example, the Flemish were regarded as "morally inferior" since they ran several well-known brothels and red-light districts in Southwark, across the Thames from London (now part of the city), and that meant they were purveying immorality, rather than being there since the English desired their services. Xenophobia was especially rampant against "strangers" of any type, especially against Jews again post-Black Death for sadly predictable anti-Semitic reasons, and even being from continental Europe would not have made someone "English" in their eyes. Even by the Elizabethan era, it was almost impossible for a foreign-born citizen (or "denizen," meaning something akin to "permanent resident") to get licensed as a guildsman in the city of London, and without that license, you could not run a business, practice a trade, or engage in substantial paid work in any way.

Likewise, medieval notions of race were fluid, uncertain, and often linked to religion more than ethnic origin. There are several Arthurian legendarium reworkings, and epic poems such as The King of Tars, where the "happy" ending is that the mixed-race, Muslim, or black hero is converted to Christianity and abandons whatever untrue pagan religion he has been following before. This is often accompanied with a literal physical transformation turning him from black- or dark-skinned (impure) to white (pure). So yes, racial thinking and categories did exist, but it wasn't seen as fixed or unalterable, and again, wasn't really the first or primary way in which Otherness was constructed (compared to say, "Saracen," which functioned throughout almost the entire medieval era as a marker of difference and had varied racial, religious, sexual, and ethnic connotations, but originally came from the term for Muslims).

So anyway: hopefully that all makes sense and provides some context in both my historical and fandom thinking on the matter. Thanks for the question!

#auressea #ask #hob gadling #history #medieval history #history of racism

[unbidden-yidden]

of course I've been following you for a while, and I think i asked something along these lines before, but maybe not to this extent? unsure, as I can't find the previous ask I sent.

I was raised within the Xtian culture (I'm agnostic, but still practice the Xtian cultures and traditions; namely Xmas and the January New Year) and follow a few Jewish tumblrs, but I never know - when you or they post in reference to or in celebration of Judaism - if I can reblog things as a form of "goyim support"? Because I always want to share posts from the people I follow, but I never want to inadvertently claim an identity, religion and/or culture as my own to people who don't know me (i.e. random people who follow me.)

Does this make any sense? No clue, sorry if it's mostly nonsense. Like, I know that tagging posts with something along the lines of "I'm not Jewish but [...]" can detract from the actual topic of the post and then I'm making my act of reblogging something about myself as opposed to actually being supportive? But then! I'm hesitant because during my internal debate I think "if I don't clarify that I am not Jewish, I will be inadvertently appropriating the identity of Jewish people."

I don't want to pretend to "be Jewish" without actually being Jewish, is I guess what I'm trying to communicate. (Am I? I don't very well know.) And to expect or request "Okay for goyim to reblog!" on anything/everything would be absolutely ridiculous, so I won't.

How I got from "I want to share this cool post about Judaism from a blog I follow" to fear of appropriation on my part is beyond me, but alas. ("It's not that serious" they call from the peanut gallery.)

Any advice on how one such as myself might tread these waters? If you don't want to or can't answer for any reason, I understand. This isn't the be-all and end-all of situations, just a question from one stranger on the internet to another. I just hope I've been able to convey this rambling comes from a place of respect and well-meaning curiousity.

Hi there!

I appreciate your sensitivity to this and desire to balance things - that tells me you are kind and want to be respectful. So, thank you for asking; it's a good question! Tumblr is kind of a weird format with the reblogs structured as they are.

I can't speak for anyone else, but I always lock reblogs on things I don't want reblogged and tag things as "goyim DNI" or similar if it is too much of a sensitive intra-Jewish issue or whatever. For positivity, I typically don't assume that everyone reblogging it is Jewish, and honestly appreciate when people who aren't Jewish want to spread positivity about us. That said, if you want to make a clear distinction, I think tagging it something like "reblog of support" would do the job without derailing.

Obviously two Jews, three opinions, but that's what I'd say for me at least. 😊

[wellofdean]

Hello there! I've happened to read this post of yours and I just loved it! You've brilliantly articulated what I've been trying to explain about Supernatural, specifically about one of its most fascinating (at least to me) themes, that is the contrast between the nuclear and the queer family. In the post you've also mentioned "the backlash against the Joseph Campbell Monomyth-style mode of storytelling" and I got super curious since I've been trying to find some resources about alternatives to this type of storytelling. I was wondering if you could be so kind and share the names of some authors, or even some books/papers/articles about this "backlash". I just thought to take my chance and ask you but if it's not okay by you by no means ignore my request :)

thank you anyway for sharing your thoughts on that post, again it was brilliant! Have a nice day ^_^

Hello! Thank you so much for the compliment on my post!

When I say 'backlash against the monomyth', I am talking about conversations in the film school, and with other students, but some of them, as I mentioned, have gone on to make films that set out to subvert the Hero's Journey model of storytelling.

I personally love this piece:

Film Crit Hulk has a bit of a schtick that he's doing and yes, he writes in ALL CAPS, but he's kind of brilliant, actually, writes for some very serious publications, and this is a pretty brilliant summary of the kinds of conversations I heard and had in my University days and just after with members of the Lit and Crit fandom (which is what academics really are) and my then-aspiring filmmaker friends, and with people who were actively involved in shaping careers in Hollywood storytelling.

This is also good:

This is also really worth a read, and talks about the way the monomyth "displays ethnocentric, sexist, heteronormative, and cisnormative biases and it encourages people to ignore the ways in which stories are fundamentally shaped by the cultures and time periods in which they are produced."

As for alternatives, I will now tell you about a book I absolutely love, and cannot recommend highly enough, and that is Jane Alison's book Meander, Spiral, Explode.

EXTREMELY worth the read. Absolutely wonderful.

I also really like Relating Narratives by Adriana Cavarero, which you can read online, here, which is about selfhood and narrative, and actually is not fully relevant, probably, but it's awesome, so I include it.:

Enjoy!

#down with the monomyth! #and some alternatives #Enjoy!

[gefdreamsofthesea]

On the Wheel of the Year being a mess

I thought I would elaborate on this outside of a single reply.

Obviously if you find meaning in the holidays (and many do) then continue to celebrate. I'm not trying to be like "no one observe the WotY anymore, I just think it's important to be honest about its history and implications.

The Wheel of the Year is neither ancient nor Celtic, of the eight festivals, most have Irish names, but at least three are Germanic (Ostara, Midsummer, Yule, and Lammas if referred to as such and not Lughnasad) no single culture celebrated all of them, and yet they are often presented as "ancient Celtic festivals".

In addition, despite claims that these festivals are ancient, the ways that Wiccans and other Pagans celebrate often bear no resemblance to how the same festivals are celebrated in their home countries. Beltaine is not a wild sex party, it's a fire festival concerned with protecting people and livestock. Ostara is probably made up, it's based on bad etymology (from Grimm) based on a single reference from a monk (Bede) who was like "this month is named for a goddess" and there's absolutely no evidence this goddess ever existed. The other holiday I'm suspicious of is Mabon, if only because we know the name for the festival came from Aidan Kelly. Individual holidays often get mashed together simply because they occur around the same time (Beltaine/May Day and Lughnasad/Lammas for instance) and treated as basically the same thing despite....being different holidays.

So my one issue with the Wheel is that it's taken festivals from multiple characters and run them through a blender, but there are lots of posts written on this already. I think it's also important to discuss the implications when we act as if the WotY is a universal "Pagan" calendar.

The Wheel of the Year really only makes sense if you're in certain parts of Europe (okay, the U.K.) and bits of North America with four distinct seasons. If you live in an area with two seasons, if you live in a desert climate, if you think I'm making stuff up when I talk about snow, heck, if you live in an area that doesn't herd sheep or grow wheat, parts of the Wheel of the Year will just not have any relevance to you. I complain every year that Imbolc is the most nonsensical holiday because where I live everything is still under five feet of snow and I am not thinking about spring or lambing season (as I do not own sheep). Yes I know "Oh it's anticipating spring!" Anticipate the snow I am throwing at you.

I also feel like there's such a focus on the Wheel that people think they *have* to observe it instead of whatever's going on in their local area, or traditions their ancestors might have observed. This is something I can understand because who wants to be alone celebrating Mârtişor when you could wait and celebrate Ostara with everyone?

I think where this becomes especially annoying is when you have folks who get pissed because they're celebrating Samhain and how dare you eat candy and have fun on my sacred holiday! Your ancestors are probably annoyed with you because you aren't giving them sweets. You might be celebrating a holiday that is actually quite old but how dare you do something different than they do on their frankenfestival!

Some food for thought on the subject is the book Walking the Tides by Nigel G. Pearson. It is a very British book talking specifically about the year in that part of the world, so while it might not be relevant to you, it does make some good points about observing nature, how folklore ties into celebrations, and the like. As I said, it's specific, but it's still interesting.

[prismasnotebook]

Hiii I love how you write Tareq in your other Mrbeast Drabbles. Could you possibly write a Tareq X fem!muslim! reader piece? If you don’t feel comfortable writing the reader as Muslim it could just be Tareq X fem! reader.

Sugar Glider- Tareq Salameh

I’m giving this a go, I’ll be honest my knowledge of Muslim culture isn’t the best, but I’ve done some (hopefully correct) research and I think I have an idea of where to go with this.

CW: Reader is Afab & does wear a hijab, I know that not all Muslim women do. If you want another without a reader who wears a hijab it can be done or if your looking for a specific aspect of the culture let me know. I am trying promise

You’d been working with the MrBeast crew for awhile now before they put you in a video. In this video the traditional on camera crew picked a member of the off camera crew to compete. Chandler had picked you, and someone had to do the guy some justice because his heart could just never be in a challenge as much as intestines could be in the bathroom. And, so justice is what you were going to do.

Well, justice was what you were going to try to do.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you claimed as you looked at the giant tube encased fan. You didn’t know if pins were going to cut it for this. No, actually you knew that your hijab wasn’t staying on with pins against that fan.

“The person to stay in longest wins,” Jimmy simply stated and your face fell when he did. Until Tareq nudged you and you glanced over.

“I talked to Jimmy beforehand, I get to do this one for you.”

“Are you for real,” you blurted in relief, and he let out a small laugh.

“Yeah, of course.”

“You are the greatest.”

He gave a little ‘yeah, I am’ shrug before smiling. “Great enough that you’d go on a date with me if I win this challenge?”

Your eyebrows raised at the suggestion and you mouth gaped slightly. You couldn’t help but be shocked. You guys had definitely had sporadic and small conversations throughout the time you’d been working for Jimmy, but you didn’t think they were enough for him to find any interest in you.

“It’s okay if you wouldn’t, I mean. I’ll still try to win it for you regardless. I just-“

“-Yeah. You win it, we go on a date,” you said and he smiled wider nodding before jogging over to put on the glider suit.

And, win it he did. He became a pile of human bones afterwards but he won it.

“Alright, Tareq just put you one more point up, putting you at the top of the leader board. How are you feeling,” Karl asked holding out an imaginary microphone.

“I’m feeling like the commenters are going to be mad, and like I’ve already won,” you said and he let out he trademark Karl sounds of approval.

“Alright, I’m going to let your competitors know that you said they suck.”

“That’s not wh-“ You let it go and as he moved on you turned to see Tareq undoing the upper half of his glider suit. “So, a date then?”

“If you’re still up for it?”

“You glided in there for over two hours even if I wasn’t up for it, I’d still pretend to be. Who knows maybe I’ll even win and will both get that ten grand and we can do something crazy for a first date?”

“Oh perfect, because I thought I was going to have to rob Jimmy before I came to pick you up at seven on Friday?”

“I mean if you really want to I won’t stop you. In fact if you pick me up at seven on Friday we can rob him together at seven thirty, you know if I don’t absolutely crush this next challenge,” you stated nodding toward Chandler who was waving you down as he stood in the door glancing between you and whoever he was talking to in the other room.

(I might give this a part two)

#Tareq x reader #tareq #TAREQ MONJED EDRIS SALAMEH #x reader #Tareqmes #mrbeast #karl jacobs #mrbeast crew #chris tyson #chandler hallow #fluff

[lumberjackloverboy-moved]

Op, blz tell me abt dick grayson's new bf 👀🙏🏻

Okay okay okay okayyyy this was typed on my phone so excuse my rambling. His name is Antanas, Lithuanian for Anthony and I totally am not part Lithuanian and totally don’t have Anthony as part of my name. Def not 🫣 he goes by Anas for short

His parents are Lithuanian immigrants who moved to rural ruraaaal texas and Anas spent most of his childhood and teenage years on a farm in a town with only one stoplight. After a blow up argument with his parents over him abandoning his dreams of academia to work on the farm he ran away to the biggest city as far away from texas he could imagine— Gotham. He started going to Gotham university at 23 studying history and philosophy.

Anas was more than a little unprepared for living in a city of supervillains— in his hometown, crime was petty and practically non existent, and going from that to the riddler was beyond a culture shock. But anas was more than enamored with the idea of superheroes. To him it was like his childhood cowboys, only in spandex. He kept an ear to the ground on vigilante sightings, but stayed fiercely dedicated to his studies. He had to prove himself to his parents or die trying.

One night walking back from the Gotham archives in search of books needed for a history paper, he walked straight into a fight between nightwing and one particularly nefarious individual— one that nightwing was loosing. Refusing to sit there and do nothing, anas snuck up behind the villain and knocked them over the head hard with a giant (priceless ouch the archivist was going to kill him) book he’d just checked out. The person dropped like a fly, leaving anas with a knocked out nightwing.

Growing up in a small town, you had to know some kind of first aid because the closest hospital was 100 miles away. So, anas hoisted the vigilante over his shoulder and took him to his apartment where he patched him up. Que nightwing waking up and plenty of banter and tention; anas opens his bed to him, insisting that Anas will take the couch instead, and wakes to an empty apartment feeling more than a little enamored.

Cut back to university. Anas is a small town boy and his university funds are quickly running out, so now he’s decided that he’d step back from regular classes and peruse cheaper night classes. In one lit class he clashes with a classmate over what he claimed was a ‘historically illiterate’ take. Being a hick from texas new to the area, he has absolutely no idea he’s been fighting over the text with Gotham’s most reclusive Wayne, Jason Todd who has been taking night classes in hopes of getting a ged since ya know he died before he finished high school. After a couple weeks of ripping each other’s arguments to shreds the two come to greatly enjoy the chance to talk abt lit to each other during class and eventually become friends— leading to Jason’s obnoxious brothers slipping out to see who the secret friend he has is. Leading to dick seeing anas and immediately recognizing him as the man who saved his life that night on patrol.

From then on there is a double sided romance, with Anas spending an increasingly large amount of time with dick and swooning and also bumping into nightwing and swooning and being torn over his attraction to both and dick is dying inside bc he is literally both of them.

Okay that’s Anas my first ever self insert 🫡💕

[sereniv]

Hello there!! I hope your day is going well. I hope this isn’t overstepping any boundaries, and I genuinely apologize if it is, but I’m a person with Yaqui heritage really really wanting to reconnect, although I’m not entirely sure if I have a right to it. Though it was at first a family story that I took with a grain of salt, but further digging into family history shows that a LOT adds up (i.e. my ancestors are from Sonora, ended up in southern Arizona for a time, and family records I’ve tracked down online all say that almost my ancestors on my grandma’s side were Yaqui (and the ones who aren’t are still almost all recorded to have belonged to other Indigenous Mexican tribes.)

I do recognize that you’re only one person and cannot be a mouthpiece for every Yaqui, and I absolutely intend on contacting family members who may have more insight prior to actually contacting the tribe, but at the same time, I don’t want to get too invested in reconnecting if it isn’t my place to do so. Since you’re reconnected/reconnecting yourself, I thought maybe you might have some knowledge on whether or not one needs to have an direct(?) ancestor that was connected/enrolled/etc, and if this ancestor needs to go back only a certain amount of time before you kinda start to push it, as it were. Any insight you have on reconnection as a Yaqui in general would be unbelievably helpful, truly. Thank you so much in advance for your time, and please take care and stay safe out there.

Hi! thanks for reaching out :)

definitely like you said i am one person, but ill just go off of my experience, as one should do

So how i see it, and a lot of the Yaqui and rest of indian country agree, is basically claiming your heritage and tribe is less about blood and more about connecting and the community.

It can be complicated especially for those like the black slaves owned by some native tribes being able to claim their tribe (i believe they have the right to). This would be a case where there is no blood relation, but either cultural or historical relation. If they give back to the community, if they connect, if they learn the language, and everything that points to them BEING part of that tribe, than i say they are.

its not about words and titles and blood, its about being.

There are tribes that have adopted non natives and those non natives are able to claim that tribe. every situation is different.

but what i always tell people is: ignore blood, ignore everything and ask yourself why you would want to claim being native or claim being Yaqui. And how do you feel when you dont claim it? Does it feel no different either way or does it feel like youre lying to people?

I didnt grow up with our Yaqui culture (itom Hiak Lutu'uria). I grew up white. i look white. I have that white privilege and i dont deny it and i dont want it ignored bc its important for me to understand where i fit in society and different communities. and i dont want people to think im trying to pretend im not white or have that privilege. bc im not. I identify as Italian and Yaqui, White and Native, or just mixed. though i feel more comfortable saying Yaqui then native.

For me what is most important is connection and remembering people who came before me. And the fact that they assimilated. i struggled with identity growing up. Its not about claiming native, but its about giving back to the community and learning our Yaqui language (itom Hiak Nooki) and connecting with people.

I feel like an outsider and thats okay. because i am, even if the community accepts me which they do. You have to accept that you might have one foot in and one foot out but that doesnt make you less, its just a reality. you just have to figure where your place in the community is. go off of your experiences

I do what i can and i get involved when I can, and it never feels like enough. But it is. Because the alternative is not doing anything. not trying.

And when it comes to heritage, you are able to acknowledge it and give back to the community and be involved without claiming it. its hard to explain, but basically what i tell people is (especially if white) to focus on their "white" cultures first. Italian, irish, norwegian, etc.

because a lot of white people see those as a default. As "just' white. And then they see they are "part poc" and that seems like the only thing thats worth connecting.

but every culture has music and food and history and language to explore. and when you find love and pride in that, then sometimes people come to the conclusion that claiming native isnt right for them. that acknowledging it is enough.

its hard to explain the difference between claiming and simply acknowledging, but for me, claiming is work. its what reconnecting is. its actively BEING. its learning the language, history, talking with people but above all knowing that you are Yaqui. it is forefront, it is who you are, and its a feeling youll know if you have it.

otherwise theres nothing wrong with acknowledging your ancestors struggles, and being proud of your heritage and even supporting the tribe.

Im proud of being Yaqui bc of the people, the language is beautiful, the history is powerful. As i am with being Italian and the music and language and food. I have always loved being Italian even though i didnt grow up with the culture.

So before reconnecting sit down with yourself and think about what reconnecting means to you. why is it important? and is it effort youre willing to put in- not as forceful effort, but natural effort. You shouldnt be pushing yourself to reconnect, it shouldnt be a checklist or chore. it should just be something that comes naturally. like, a no brainer effort if that makes sense

In all, you are allowed to reconnect and youre allowed to just acknowledge. its up to you to figure out who you are in that regard. are you Yaqui or do you have Yaqui heritage

its ok to feel outside even when youre reconnecting. be yourself. for example, because of the history, Yaqui religion is both spiritual and catholic. i dont force myself to try and believe anything i dont already believe. because i dont need to do that.

I could go on and on but dm me if you want! im always down to talk. sorry this is so long and if i forgot anything or didnt answer something

#yaqui #yoeme #ask #anon #hiaki

[talenlee]

The Haka

Thinkin’ about the haka lately.

If you’re not familiar with haka, and I’m saying this before I check a wikipedia page on it it is a cultural celebration perhaps best compared to a dance, from the Maori culture out of Aotearoa, which I more commonly refer to as New Zealand, because it’s a habit and it dies hard. But yes, you may have seen this before, a scene of a group of usually men, usually rugby players, standing before an opposing team and doing a synchronised performance. I’m reluctant to call it a dance just because I know that dance is an English word, and I don’t necessarily want to distract from what haka are by what you might imagine if I call it just a ceremonial dance.

There’s this story that shows up about the haka, and it tends to be how people in the Northern Hemisphere finds out about it. Someone plays against the Aotearoan team in a sporting event, and the Aotearoan team opens by doing their haka. Then you get some early sports headline like:

Ireland unmoved by New Zealand Players’ War Dance

Followed by a headline an hour later like:

Ireland loses 16-2 against New Zealand.

And this is, to me, very funny, because why would you mention the haka and then why would you mention how Ireland was unaffected by that. And I’ve seen this headline structure multiple times! And part of that is a little bit unfair, because the haka is but one part of that story, where the bulk of the story is that international Aotearoan sports teams are made up of people really good at the sports they play. The footnote though, the thing that always hangs around the edges of it is people trying to express in some way of rearranged words that haka is somehow, bad. That it’s not cool as hell, that it’s inappropriate, that it’s being used at an inappropriate time.

This is, of course, racist as hell.

In case you think I’m coming at this and presenting an expert opinion, I’m not. I really, absolutely am not — as much as I personally like the country next door and tend to see them as a Better Version Of Us (which doesn’t erase y’know, the racism and the colonialism and the weird thing about autism diagnoses), I’m Australia, and I have no part in Maori culture, no claim to belonging nor any attempt to express ownership of anything to do with Maori culture. This is not about what haka are or should be. This is more about where I am something of an expert, which is, hanging around white Australian racists when they think nobody’s going to push back on what they say.

If you want a resource that seems more able to explain Maori culture from its experience and practice in a convenient way, you could check out Paaka Davis, over on tiktok, who seems like a lovely person from what I can see, even if the place he’s choosing to put his content is, well, tiktok. Him reacting to an American comedian mad about haka is what put this in my mind.

Haka is a thing that my people — the racist white ones — really get mad about, and then try to come up with a reason for why. I’ve heard it called barbaric, I’ve heard it called uncivilised, I’ve heard it called stupid, unintelligible, incoherent and often, very often, I’ve heard it called unfair. It’s unfair that they get to do that and we don’t get to, don’t get to, don’t get toooo…

tooooo…

And that’s when things trail off, because there’s no coherent alternative. Unstated in this assumption is that the non-Maori participants aren’t getting to express their culture in any particular way, that they’re not bringing their culture to the arena, where people wear their clothes and speak their language and clap the way that their culture does and chant the chants they know and play the game that their culture owns and like, sure, okay, but the Maori players did the haka.

And like, I was around it enough to know that yeah, okay it’s racist, but you know why it pisses us off so much right?

Right?

It’s because … we really wish we had that, y’know?

Haka is fuckin’ cool. Haka is a bunch of the scariest, toughest, most iconically masculine dudes you will ever see in our culture, the people who are capable of doing the things that my family and my surroundings’ men were so jealous of, and they weren’t just doing something cool, they were doing something cool that my people would consider uncool in its face. It’s dance! It’s sticking your tongue out! It’s expressing emotions!

Like, this is going to step into a fraught area, because I’m about to use the term ‘white guy,’ and I’m using it to describe not an actual ethnicity. White guys are a political class, but here I’m using it to describe a type of person that shares that class with me, and crucially, not a Maori. And when you ask ‘hey, how can you be a white guy and a Maori,’ check the above video. The nature of Maori identity is not some cladistic model of DNA dispensation, and, honestly, the way they write about it, it kind of underscores how silly the alternative colonialist perspective is. My mother was born in Britain, her mother was born in Wales, and I’m supposed to make some kind of complicated threading of the fractional math to indicate that this makes me one sixteenth? Or eighth? Welsh?

That’s dumb. It’s a lot easier and a lot more coherent to say that I am connected to Wales through my mother, who is connected to Wales through her mother, who is connected to Wales through her mother. It’s not about a percentage of authenticity, it’s about your connection to the land. The category that includes you and how you can track that and what it means to you. My culture says that no, it’s a percentage thing, and that brings with it ideas of purity and dilution and attenuation towards and away a sort of proper mean which, shock horror, this gets used for a lot of racist stuff.

Anyway.

White Guys.

There are in fact, a lot of white guys who are Maori, and could refer to themselves as Maori, based on Paaka’s video, and they may start that connection in ways that others don’t notice until the tattoos show up. I’m not here to crap on that White Guy. Get in touch with your roots. Especially your actual roots. But, there are other White Guys who do not have that connection to Maori culture, and I’m not going to sit here and ask you to break out the chart to prove you have the right. That’s not my place. But I am going to mention the hypothetical White Guy who does not have that connection and knows he doesn’t and the people around him are aware of it.

So anyway, this is a thing you’ll see if you hang around any modestly common White Guys with tattoos, where eventually, giving it enough time, you’re going to see someone with tattoos filed as ‘tribal.’ And those tattoos are trying to connect to something about an image of a culture that person has, because…

They’re really cool.

Cultural Appropriation is a thing because we do it, and we do it because we see other culture’s stuff and we can recognise it kicks ass. We see it and we want it and we want it in so many cases because we don’t have our own. White isn’t an identity, it doesn’t bring you anything aside from the tools of its own enforcement, which means racism and violence, and its incorporated toolkits. The things that White tells you your culture is is a bland default that doesn’t appreciate your actual connections, your actual cultural origin, the things that make you you and me me.

And so when we see people authentically using their own culture and their own framing to refer to their own ideas and their own state of being we tromp in and try to bring in that big bland default which brings with it the racism. When Paaka Davis talks about the way that a Maori parent means you are Maori, and so it goes, you’ll see in the comments dipshits saying ‘uh, no, you are this fraction’ and like, right there you see how they can’t consider the way the Maori person is talking about Maori identity.

And turns out, White Guyness doesn’t just make you boring, it makes you impose your being boredom on everyone else.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#Media #Politics

[sick1ada]

Maybe I should actually have a blog low key. Like what if the thing that is missing from my life right now is an early 2000s-style blog? If the whole Libertygate situation earlier this year taught me anything, it’s that only hilarious and ridiculous things can come from running a blog. Unrelated, but I’m going to a smart kid aerospace engineering camp at KU later this summer, which is wild considering my total social ineptitude and the fact that I haven’t really had to make a friend since like eighth grade but I’m still really excited. A couple nights ago I was talking about it with my dad and stepmom and they were kinda hyping me up so maybe I’ll actually be okay socially compared to some of the extremely dorky kids there. More likely we’ll all just be terrible and I’ll have to try my absolute hardest just to avoid standing in a corner for the whole six days and five nights. Anywayz, on the subject of mgmt, I was thinking about this http://itisthemoneyshot.blogspot.com/2008/06/boner4mgmt-part-one-2003.html?m=1 blog I read in March while I was in New York City during my first real in-depth mgmt research binge. I read so many damn interviews like holy shit, and the path of links I went on that led me to this blog was wild. I was just thinking about it cuz the diction is fucking hilarious and it was the first blog I read, long before I caved and got tumblr and stuff, so the only thing that it really reminded me of internet-culture-wise was homestuck. I started reading homestuck a couple years ago (January of 2021 to be specific, a wild time to start reading the longest fucking web comic in the world for a variety of reasons) and in retrospect it makes sense that the blog reminded me of homestuck since I had forgotten that homestuck started way back in 2009, just a year after this blog was written. Not that I am really a homestuck fan at all or anything, I’m not trying to claim that, plus I never even got like half way through it. Anyway that era of the internet was just a spectacle. For further evidence of this, note this gif I found a couple days ago in the comment section of some old shitty celeb news site that was talking about this interview where Andrew VanWyngarden said he didn’t lose his virginity until he was a sophomore in college. It’s a prime example of that flashy homemade nausea-inducing neon bolded-text early-ish-internet shit that you see everywhere from like 2005-2013, stuff that is truly painful to look and yet still sort of fun. Anyway, I meant to go to bed like forty minutes ago. That’s it for tonight!

[levelslevels]

so if twice covered lady gaga's born this way, then that means all of them are gay icons? sm stans are hilarious in that they think the kpop industry and adjacents revolve around sm artists and their output.

key is literally a gay man. i’m not sure what you’re trying to argue here but he is literally a gay man. he is pretty much as out and visible as he can be and is considered a gay icon by queer koreans

i know you were trying to be snarky but you know what, i don’t actually know whether twice are considered gay icons in korea! they very well could be. i like them a lot but i don’t follow them super closely. plenty of women are considered gay icons because of their influence on and relationship to the community, e. g. madonna and lady gaga in the west. in south korea i could name you um junghwa and boa. snsd’s into the new world has become a pride anthem (as well as an anthem for progressive causes in general). so idk about twice but they very well could be lol. i don’t know. bit of a bad example there my friend. anyway that has no bearing on the point of my original post, which was that key is a gay artist (and yes a gay icon by extension)

“sm stans” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 okay now i know for sure you’re arguing in bad faith lmfao. i do not stan companies unlike others i won’t mention. i do not believe at all that the kpop industry “revolves around sm” (and i don’t know where you got that from lmao) but sm acts were absolutely an integral part of south korean pop culture from sm’s inception until late third gen kpop at least, and some of those acts are still huge domestically today. i know a lot of armys and hybe stans (not saying that’s what you are) like to peddle ahistorical fluff whereby pop music in korea did not exist prior to bts/hybe but that is historical revisionism of the highest order. it is also a huge disservice to bts whom you (again general you) claim to love — refusing to engage with their cultural context like that. (i also think sm soloists are putting out some of the most interesting stuff in kpop today, in terms of both music AND art direction. but i recognise that’s subjective so if you disagree feel free.) the above has no bearing on my feelings towards sm as a company, which are that all corporations should be dissolved and all multi-millionaire CEOs put to death. hope that helps.

anyway. i am genuinely baffled by whatever you’re trying to argue here but hope the above answered all your very genuine and definitely not shit-stirring questions

#asks #discourse #<- going to start tagging in case people want to blacklist — sorry

[kabutone]

mad again

ok listen perhaps twitter is full of crazies perhaps twitter is bad for me or whatever PERHAPS twitter attracts all the anti vaxxers but like literally everything is so hopeless. it feels like nobody cares about covid anymore, even though its still a MASSIVE problem, arguably even worse than it was in 2020 since the virus has gotten MORE contagious and still has the potential to do EXTREME amounts of damage. like i know people still do, all of my friends do (anyone that doesn’t care anymore i no longer consider a friend), but we are just a handful of people in a world of 7 billion. and its just like, why do people not understand or care anymore?? like YES we are all tired of covid, but why does everyone think we can just wish it away if we throw enough pennies in the metaphorical wishing well??? and im so scared that eventually, the few friends i have left will give up too. i know thats unlikely cause my friends are good people, but ive lost a lot of friends that i thought were good people already in the last few years, so im still worried.

but like, why is human life worthless now? why is it okay for people to die? do people realize THEY TOO are part of the group that has been deemed “disposable”? imagine any event of mass death, any war, any shooting, anything where lots of people died, and imagine that the overall response was “if they weren’t good enough to survive then good riddance”. thats horribly offensive, right? so why do people act like covid deaths, (which are preventable, always have been) are worthless? why are disabled people, high risk people, or anyone else that suffers from severe symptoms or death, treated like they are not worth protecting?

its even more heartbreaking coming from someone in hawaii, especially if they’re someone that claims to fight for native hawaiians, hawaii culture, just hawaii itself. we are DYING!!! this is not the first time that we have been killed off by disease!! why don’t you care?? just because its “been long enough”?? why don’t people realize that a virus is not an evil bad man that the government can hunt down and arrest?? why is everyone just laying down and letting everyone else die?? why doesn’t anyone know how to use their brains anymore??

anyway i know everyone’s traumatized or whatever cause the pandemic is like a group mass trauma or whatever its called. but if the general consensus right now is that “covid isnt a big deal and if it affects you in any way you were just too weak and not meant to make it in the first place” then i will flip that right back around, if you cannot survive a traumatic ordeal without becoming an awful piece of shit person then you’re not a strong enough person and didn’t deserve to make it. oh boo boo youre traumatized from quarantine and isolation and now you choose not to mask and attend super spreader events bc youre just so sick of staying home? so am i, but instead of killing other people i chose to continue to mask and keep people safe. if you gave up cause it was just “too hard” then idk tough shit, so either face reality and wear your mask, or hang yourself if you think the real world is too fucking hard i mean it. a lot of serial killers were victims of abuse growing up, but we don’t feel sympathy for them bc they chose to cope by killing people right? a lot of abusers were also abused but we don’t feel sympathy for them when they continue the cycle right?

and im literally always the last one to try to make trauma a pissing contest cause i hate that shit, but at the same time it is YOUR responsibility to heal from trauma and not fucking inflict it in other people. i have even less sympathy for people that have the same trauma as me that act shitty about it cause like, hey i never took it out on other people, so why are you!!! everyone is fucking tired of covid, but some people have absolutely had it worse than others like DYING or LOSING SOMEONE. you have NO RIGHT to make the world a more hostile and dangerous place just because YOU are tired of caring. OR alternatively if you were so stupid that you never cared at all. idk. either be a good person or fucking die. maybe there ARE people that aren’t worth having in the world, but it sure as hell isnt the disabled, elderly or high risk. people that CHOOSE to be selfish and make the world worse have no purpose being here. stupid shitty people should just drop dead, at least they can be useful that way

#idk idk idk. everything seems hopeless #i know covid is ‘here to stay’ bc we collectively decided we were gonna miss every chance to make it better #but i mean. we’re really all just being thrown to the wolves huh #just. everyone for themselves literally nobody cares about each other anymore is that how its gonna be #i do not feel safe existing like how am i ever gonna live a proper life if i cannot EXIST