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oneshotnewbie · 9 months

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Fight Falls - Part II

Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of a car accident and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

You groaned in agony, dizziness unfolding as your eyes fluttered open troubled, surveying your surroundings. To all appearances, you were in a hospital room, at least that was what the strong smell of disinfectant told you from the bed you were laying in.

Your attention extended to the woman who had nodded off in the chair next to you. The blonde had her feet on the edge of the bed while her head gently rested on her closed fist. Your breath caught at the sight of the devastated face. Dry, pale lines of tears outlined the dark circles under closed and tired eyes. The sight made the heart monitor you were hooked to go horribly crazy.

"Y/n?" she was slightly dazed and confused when her eyes opened and focused on you. It was only when she squeezed your hand that you realized she was holding onto you like you were about to disappear.

"M-maya" your voice trailed off as you tried to raise your body into a sitting position. You warmly accepted your wife´s help as she slipped her arms softly under your armpits and carefully pulled you up. Maya quickly stroked your matt and dry hair before taking a glass of water from your side table.

The firefighter held it up to your lips, patiently waiting as you took your first sip, enjoying the cool water sliding down your dry and burning throat. Nodding to her, she took the glass away from you before sitting down and fidgeting with her fingers nervously. Her head was lowered, only soft whimpers and sobs escaped her.

"Four days," she began to speak softly, her voice shaking with tension. "You were unconscious for four days. Apparently, you hit your head very hard"

"That would explain the killer headache," you mumbled and the blonde smiled slightly as you grimaced while running your palm down the back of your neck. "What happened?"

"Someone figured it would be a good idea to hit the gas pedal quickly to get through a red light," she shrugged, biting the insides of her cheek hard. Her clear blue eyes darkened and pure anger flared up in them. "Was not smart of him to mess with you. You have two women by your side, one of whom has free access to every room in this hospital and might be on lookout for a minute or two while he gets to feel my fists"

You had realized that Maya seemed to be barely breathing out of sheer nervousness and just talked until she ran out of breath. You slowly reached out a hand and grabbed her thigh, which you began to squeeze gently to bring her back to reality. "It is neither Carina´s nor your fault"

"You have a nasty cut on your forehead and a severe concussion" she replied in a serious tone, frowning while a fixed and intense gaze brooked no contradiction. "Our thoughtless and completely pointless argument got you in the car in the first place"

You applied renewed but significantly more pressure to the blondes thigh, causing her to grunt out as your fingernails dug into her skin.

"Okay, I give in. Not my fault!"

Satisfied with her answer, you smiled and leaned back against your pillow, covering your upper body with the thick blanket from the cold. "Please bring me Carina. Or Amelia. Or anyone responsible for me and get me out of here!"

Squinting and eye and pursing her lips, you could see that she was not happy with your wish. But she could not refuse you anything so she nodded and jumped up from her seat. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, Maya headed for the door and briefly disappeared.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let your eyes close for a soft moment as you rode out a wave of pain that took control of your body, making you shiver. You would like to ask for painkiller immediately if your treating doctor comes in. But then Maya and also Carina would worry and insist that you would stay here for observation.

Something, you did not want at all.

"Hey Y/n," you had not even heard the door creak open through your trance as your eyes snapped open and followed the voice.

Acknowledging the well-known neurologist in front of you, you smiled at her. "Nice to see you awake again. You gave the two toughest women I know a real scare"

Amelia tapped the tablet in her hands, calling up your file before joining your bed and shining her little lamp in your eyes. The light burned like hell in them, but you tried not to let it show so as not to minimize your chances of being able to go home soon.

"They are always worried, no matter what I do"

You were impatient as she gently pulled down the thick plaster on your forehead to examine the cut for any inflammation. You hated hospitals, everything about them but most of all the atmosphere that came with them. Even though you knew everyone here and were taken care of as if you were one of them, you just could not bear to be here.

"Not always, but often enough. Because we love you" the blonde folded her arms tightly under her chest and pouted. Amelia could not help but laugh at your bickering while you rolled your eyes and immediately regretted it.

"It looks like everything is okay so far. No bleeding or other damage to your brain, though you have received a mild concussion due to the impact. I will bring you the discharge papers in a few hours. Please try to walk a few steps to get your circulation going, see if you get dizzy while standing up"

"I am fine. I can go home now," you quickly leaned forward and threw your legs over the edge of your bed. There was no way you would stay here just a minute longer. Sensing your stubbornness as she knew it from you, Maya crept back to your side. "Honey, you really should listen to Dr. Shepherd"

You slapped away your wife´s outstretched hand, and a momentary, horrible pain shot through your spine but you tried to ignore it. It was not her fault that you were here, nor that the neurologist wanted to let you walk a few steps, but she was the only one you could take your frustration out on.

"Y/n!" you stared up at the blonde, who had crowded your personal space. Along with the warm breath you could feel on your cheek, the awkward beeping pierced your ears once again. "Take it easy before you hurt yourself even more and have to stay here longer"

You were about to argue but the look on her face brushed you off. You did not have the energy for another argument so you fell back onto the bed, mimicking the blonde with your arms crossed under your chest while an annoyed frown laid across your forehead.

Your head hurt from the strain she had put on your ears, trying to understand the voices of Amelia and Maya clearer than the constant ringing while your ribs started to ache. You squinted your eyes as the soreness in your body took your whole attention before slipping close, gritting your teeth to force down a whimper that threatened to leave your lips.

Your headache worsened.

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genyasafinsmissingeye · 10 months

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I can’t express to you how grateful I am that Amat and Maya never got together in Beartown. And how Maya didn’t get with anyone in the series.

Amat went through some serious growth, but we can’t forget that he witnessed Maya’s rape and allowed her to get cruicified by the residents of Beartown for it. Despite him knowing the truth- that Maya wasn’t lying- he didn’t say anything in favor of fitting in with the team. He did come out in defence of Maya later on, but the damage was already done. He chose to be silent.

Maya forgave Amat and they became friends, but after what he did, having a romantic relationship would be off the table. Not only that, but because of Maya’s trauma from the assault, she probably wouldn’t be in the mental head space to date anybody. Even in the last installment of the series, she is getting there, but she isn’t ready to be with anyone romantically.

Not all female characters need romance subplots. Maya was a character that didn’t need a love interest, so she didn’t have one. She existed as her own character, and her plot focused on her, her familial relationships, and her friends. Some authors- mostly male- can’t comprehend that women can exist without a boyfriend, but Maya remained single the whole series. Another reminder that Fredrick Backman is a genius and one of- if not the only- man I trust to write female protagonists with grace and respect.

#beartown #Bjornstad #maya andersson #amat beartown #beartown amat #Fredrik Backman #us against you #the winners #benji ovich #benjamin ovich #kevin erdahl #peter andersson #kira andersson #books #book #anxious people

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nspwriteups · 1 year

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Under the Moonlight - Sequel to His Idol (Arulmozhi x Vanathi fic) Ft.Kundavai x Vanthiyathevan

Dedicating this to everyone in my PS writing taglist who enjoyed reading the previous fic and especially requested this next part. Love you all 💜

"Can Kamsa Mama refuse when Maya Kannan Himself asks?" Vanthiyathevan grinned at the Kodumbalur Ilavarasi, watching her grow more excited by the minute.

"So you will distract my Akka while I meet Ponniyin Selvare?" Vanathi asked once more, just to confirm.

Vanthiyathevan sighed," You are asking me to spend some alone time with my Ilavarasi. Did you really think I was going to say no?"

Vanathi was already out of earshot before he finished, whispering a quick thank you. Vanthiyathevan shaked his head in amusement. Although he had a soft corner for Poonguzhali in Arulmozhi's love triangle, he couldn't help but be won over by Vanathi's innocence and sincerity.

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Kundavai only relaxed when she reached her chambers after the Pooja at Durgai temple. Everything has been going just as she had planned. Everyone was happy. For a brief second she wondered about her Thambi and her Uyir Thozi. They were glancing at each other and whispering all through the Pooja. And she had never seen Arulmozhi so happy and Vanathi so flustered before. Did that meant they were actually coming close to each other just as she hoped? She sighed again. Oh! Kali Amma, let no one lay an evil eye over them. But where was Vanathi? The person who everyone calls her shadow has been missing since the Pooja. Where has she gone?

"I'll be glad if I'm the subject of your deep thinking Devi"

"Vanthiyatheva" She didn't try to hide the excitement in her tone and little did she knew the way his heart skipped a beat when he heard her say his name. " How come you are here?"

"We barely had time to meet before you were whisked away for the Pooja so I thought I'd come see you now. I heard you asking Ilavarase about our Eelam Expedition. I'd happy to tell you about our journey".

Kundavai loved to hear stories and for that moment she decided she would look for Vanathi later and entertain this versatile traveller now.

" Do come and tell me all about your adventure"

Halfway through the narration Kundavai began to be impatient. She felt Vanthiyathevan was unnecessarily prolonging the story by focusing on the minute details and characters.

"What happened next? You are elongating this too much. I have to go search for Vanathi after this" She said, exasperated.

"You don't have to worry about her Devi. She is in safe hands" Vanthiyathevan shrugged, thinking how to stretch his narration more.

He nearly missed Kundavai staring at him. "How are so sure that she is safe?"

"Ummmm" He cursed himself for the slip of tongue and tried racking his brain for a good enough excuse "That's not the point Devi, has anyone told you how much of a patient listener you are?" He settled for a compliment knowing fully well Kundavai isn't one to fall for praises so easily.

"You are the one who is deviating from the topic. Do you know something I don't?" Kundavai stared at him harder.

"How can I hide something in my heart when it is in your hands Devi?" Vanthiyathevan grinned widely. He loved to rile up his Ilavarasi.

'This man and his way with words' Kundavai wondered.

" How many ladies have you told this line to? " Although Kundavai's remark did caught him offhand, he wondered what she saw him as- just a teasing fellow or something more?

"Contrary to what you believe Ilavarasi, I do not encourage the feelings of those I do not have interest in. I am a devotee of beauty. That's all" Kundavai sensed his tone grow serious and wondered what she said wrong.

"What do you mean?"

" I have met many women during my travels. I've had marriage proposals presented to me. But no one has stayed in my mind for not more than a second thought. Would you like to know why? "

"Why?"

"Because I realised I have strong feelings for a certain someone right here in Chola Kingdom"

That was a shock to Kundavai. Vallavaraiyan Vanthiyathevan - who even compliments the servant girls and soldiers on a daily basis, falling in love? But Kundavai realised that was not what was bothering her. What was bothering her was that she never imagined Vanthiyathevan to fall in love and get married. At least not to anyone else. Her growing feelings for the Vana clan prince was a secret she had kept from everyone, even from Vanathi although she had an inkling the Kodumbalur Ilavarasi guessed it somehow.

"Is she beautiful?" She couldn't help but ask as something bitter welled up inside her. What was it- Sadness? Anger? Jealousy?

" Not only is she beautiful but she is also witty, intelligent and independent that I was sure she was going to kick me out when I first tired to charm her. But fortunately for me she seemed amused"

A few names and faces flashed across Kundavai's mind. Nandini? No, he knows better than to court Pazhavur Ilayarani and his best friend's former lover. Vanathi? No, of course not. Or is it the boat girl Poonguzhali that she had heard him mention a couple of times?

"Are you trying to guess the person, devi?"

She looked at Vanthiyathevan who had a amused smile plastered on his face.

" No of course not. I was thinking about something else. But, just out of curiosity, how did you meet? " Now it was a challenge for her. She had to know who this lady love was.

He looked at his hands folded on his lap. " I was trying to escape Chinna Pazhuvettarayar's men when I stumbled onto Krishna Ashtami celebrations. I disguised myself as Kamsa Raja and joined the festivities so that I wouldn't be recognised. Amidst the performance, I noticed a young noble woman sitting in front of me, who was looking at me with curiosity and awe. I found myself unable to look away as well and secretly prided myself in being the object of her attention, even though the other performers were literally trying to turn my head the other way. After the performance, I was even more ecstatic that I got an opportunity to meet her, only to learn that she was none other than the person I came here to meet - the only daughter of emperor and my best friend's dear sister.She was quite opposite of what I imagined her to be - she seemed more proud of her intelligence than her beauty and her witty remarks surprised me. It not every day you see a woman get involved in Royal politics but she made it look like an easy task. When she asked me to bring her younger brother home, I was sure I have won her trust and at that moment I felt as if I can trust her for eternity too. I am a traveller and a landless prince, my kingdom is the sky above and the earth below, but when she said she would be waiting for me, I was gripped by a feeling that was unfamiliar to me. I was never afraid to die because I didn't had anything to lose. But at that moment I vowed to stay alive and complete the mission no matter what so that I can see her again.I declared my loyalty to her and she smiled again and I could see that she had full confidence that I'd succeed and we would meet again. All along the journey, I met several people but her face, her smile and her words stood out from them all and I realized that what I was feeling was not a mere infatuation but something more strong and intense, even when I was painfully aware of the differences between us. "

He could practically hear the wheels turning in Kundavai's mind as he spoke and the exact moment when realisation dawned on her. By the time he finished speaking her face was as red as the red fabric she was wearing. The formidable, hard-to-win-over Kundavai Nachiyar getting flustered, now that was a sight to behold.

Silence spread in the chamber and suddenly Vanthiyathevan realised something. What has he done? He came here to offer some company to her so that the Kodumbalur Ilavarasi can spend time with Ponniyin Selvan. He only planned to narrate a few stories or tell one or two jokes but never did he plan on revealing his feelings, solely because he didn't knew how she would respond.

"Forgive me, devi. I just spoke what came to my mind. You don't have to give a reply. Excuse me". Disheartened by the silence she continued to provide, he stood up and made his way to the door.

"Wait " Her voice echoed in the silent chamber

He turned around to see that she has also stood up and was now facing him.

"Vanthiyatheva, what is it that you say about a promise made by the Vana Clan?"

This was the last thing he expected her to ask " We never go back on our promise, devi" he said.

She took a step towards him " Long ago I met a Vana Clan prince who made me a promise and now I feel like he is going back on it"

He moved towards her, heart beating fast "What promise? "

Another step towards him.

"That his life belongs not to him, but to her"

They were standing close to each other, look of longing in both pair of eyes.

"Say it again" He sounded desperate but she didn't mind as she let out a breathy chuckle. She took his hands in hers and took a long breath before saying the words she always wanted to confess.

"You made a promise to me so let me make a promise to you too. These hands of mine, which are being held by yours, will never touch another man's hands ever"

Now it was Vanthiyathevan's turn to blush. He took their intertwined hands, touched it to his forehead and kissed the back of her left hand.

"Oh and I figured out the real reason you are here" she whispered and he looked up at her teasing glance.

"What did you found out?" He challenged her.

" You must be here to distract me. Now I don't know for what or for who but I'm guessing it's either for my Thambi or my Thozi. I don't know where Vanathi is but if you're saying she is safe then I trust you. But I'll find out when I catch her" She said, sure of her analysis.

'This woman and her brain ' He thought before saying out loud "Devi, don't tell your thozi you figured it out otherwise I'll lose my credibility "

They both burst out laughing.

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Meanwhile, in the palace garden

Vanathi didn't expect a secret rendezvous would be so difficult. Not only making sure that her Akka was occupied, she declared that she was so tired she was going to bed early so that none of the family members enquired after her. She quietly made her way to the gardens, hiding behind pillars whenever any servants or soldiers walked by so that no one reported her to her Akka. Finally she made it to her destination successfully and looked around for her yaanai paagan. She saw him stand a few feet away, his back turned to her, looking up at the moon with hands behind his back.

He must have been in very deep thought as he was startled when she called out to him.

"Vanathi" he said softly, holding his hand out to her. She took it and stood closer to him, neither knowing what to do next, just enjoying the sensation of gazing and smiling at the other. Soon, Arulmozhi took the initiative, moving forward to walk and they fell into a rhythm of silently walking down the garden path hand-in-hand.

"Vanathi" he said again, as though he was in love with her name " I don't know how to express my feelings wholeheartedly like my Anna, I don't even know how to charm my loved one like Vanthiyathevan no matter how hard he tried to teach me"

they both laughed at that

"But I know how important it is to let a person know how much they mean to you and that is what I'm trying to say. Let us put the past behind us and renew this relationship." He was about to say something more but hesitated.

" Trust and understanding are two fundamental factors for any kind of relationship Ponniyin Selvare" Vanathi said, squeezing his hand "You can share your troubles with me"

Reassured by her words, he said " You should know I have an innate fear that I'd get swallowed up by the royal politics that I wouldn't be a good ruler to my people. My other fear is that I won't be able to give you the same amount of love that you shower me with if I get consumed by my royal duties. These are my insecurities "

Vanathi was taken aback by how much anxiety lay behind his outward calm demeanor. She stopped walking and sat down on the grass below, dragging him down as well so both of them were sitting side-by-side.

"Ilavarase, it is completely fine to have insecurities but you shouldn't let them rule over your heart. You have a loving family, supportive friends and loyal men with you and your dedication to the crown will surely win you the people's hearts. And as for your other fear, keep doing what you're doing right now- open up to me and let us learn to trust and care for each other. That in itself will show me how much I mean to you"

Arulmozhi felt as if a huge burden has been lifted from his chest. He suddenly remembered something and pulled out a satchel from his angavastram.

"I've been meaning to give you this for some time now, consider this as a token of my love. " he opened the satchel and slipped a Ruby ring onto her finger.

"This is so beautiful! Now I feel bad I didn't get you any gift" Vanathi gushed and turned to him pouting.

" You are the greatest gift of my life"

" Vanthiyathevan taught you well"

"Hey! Why are you giving him so much credit? What I said now came from my heart"

He said in mock-annoyance which dissolved into a loving smile when Vanathi put her head on his shoulder.

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Thus, two love stories came to a sense of fulfillment with only the moon as their witness.

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#ponniyin selvan #ponniyin selvan 2 #aditha karikalan #vanathi #kundavai #arulmozhi #nandini #vanthiyathevan #arulmozhi varman #Vanmozhi

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blackautmedia · 7 months

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The Proud Family, Colorism, and Autism - The Bebe Episode was not it

A review from a Black autistic person of "Bebe" the Proud Family: Louder and Prouder episode that focuses on autism.

My word is still only one perspective and shouldn't be taken as an authoritative view. I didn't like this episode but other Black autistic people have every right to their perspectives as well. At the end of the day I'm just some guy, y'know?

The Proud Family is still colorist af though.

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I try not to be too hard on the original Proud Family from the early 2000s. It was one of the few and earliest Black cartoons that existed at the time. There weren't a ton of shows that featured a Black girl as a protagonist. So while it had issues of colorism and not sticking the landing with a lot of its executions, that doesn't invalidate the times it made genuinely positive moments and gave something of comfort and love for Black viewers, especially Black girls. I never got into it myself, but I recognize that it does hold a good place in the hearts of a lot of Black viewers.

Colorism is in a lot of Black media. Living Single, The Boondocks, Coming to America, My Wife and Kids, Black-Ish, literally anything coming from Chris Rock, you name it.

So in talking about the framing for Bebe's autism, we have to reckon with how the show utilizes colorism in how it frames what it deems the right or wrong opinions. It's arguably even done with Bebe himself and Cece. Oscar, Maya, and Dijonay are all frequently awful people throughout the show, but we shouldn't leave it at that. We should remember how the show uses that to direct the viewer on how they frame the conflicts.

So there are moments where Maya is an awful friend and one who needlessly condescends to the people around her, but it's important to think about the framing and not the depiction in how we're meant to think of her as a person in intentionally portraying her that way.

She contributes to another in the line of characters who ultimately stand for some kind of revolution, activism or change who are then revealed to be fake, elitist, and angry.

Light-skinned women can be portrayed as awful but still will use dark-skinned women presented as "unladylike, often compare them to beasts, portray their fatness, their textured hair as undesirable and gross in a white gaze. It's used to impart the idea that the traits I just listed are revolting and a reason to deride these characters.

This isn't really an episode about Bebe, and like many things autism related, we have to center everything entirely around the family members of the autistic person. Penny having all of the labor in childcare thrown onto her is obviously bad, but it takes a different context in how that's used alongside Bebe's autism diagnosis in how it's framed around relieving Penny of a burden and how the narrative sets Penny up to be as sympathetic as possible in that regard. Penny's parentification is a major issue throughout the series, but it's also very intentional that one of the few times the show ever challenges the idea that it's okay is also in the episode where her brother is diagnosed with autism.

Because they chose an infant to be the autistic character, Bebe isn't able to communicate his feelings or perspective to the audience. It allows everyone else, most notably Holly Peete's character to shape Bebe's narrative and center themselves in it.

The episode ends on a shot of the children all playing. As the door shuts, they're revealed to all be flying and have super powers, alluding to the phrase "autism is a superpower" which it is not. Autism is a disability, and it's okay to call it that. Disability is not a dirty word.

#the proud family #bebe proud #autism #black women #colorism #antiblackness #misogynoir #penny proud #oscar proud #sugar mama #trudy proud #black animation

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metabolizemotions · 3 days

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The timeline is broken 😭

The structure both worked n didn’t work? I think it’s really more for Tully than Vic, cos Vic already has sufficient backstory, n buildup -only a trigger is nec. Esp that late into the last season when we’re eager to see where the characters r going, not where they’ve gone or rehash some things? 704-5 worked well cos there was a balanced focus on the main not guest characters. Also imo flashbacks work better when anchored by familiar events, not vague period of multiple timeframes while jumping back and forth to the present?

I think due to the time crunch they want to condense the indiv arcs into single episodes. Like 703 for Travis with his dad, 706 for Vic & Tully with Morris, 707 for Maya with Mason.

The non-linear structure did allow for building a sense of history with Morris n the emotional impact that came after. It was a better way to incorporate the story of the guest actors, and it allowed for the inclusion of as many of the main cast as possible. The team hasn’t been really like a team since Maya was captain. There hasn't been any sort of real, shared n lasting experiences.

Imagine if we had a format like that that tied a season together, instead of the captainship n political drama, n tonally different n sometimes inconsequential scenes strung together to make up episodes, which went on to make up seasons. 704-6 r better than 701-3 imo, in an already better season, despite some issues. Sadly only upon cancellation r they focusing their resources n efforts to make it more dynamic n cohesive... n we didn't get more much-needed fresh takes from new writers n directors sooner...

We got to see the progression of how Vic came into her own as the leader for Crisis One. How it led to her emotional burnout n compassion fatigue - she truly cared for people, taking on their pain, while not being able to release her own unresolved pain or seek help when she needed it. A reality of mental health professionals, of women, esp woc.

The Travic scenes are the best scenes in a while now. It resonates the most when the writing felt true to the characters. Underneath the goofiness, they tell each other brutally honest truths. Like how they fought over their way to cope with trauma - Travis feeling the full brunt of the grief over Michael's death n struggling to really move on. While Vic quickly tried to move on after Ripley cos to let herself feel the pain fully was impossible. Or when they talked about the blatant racism/ homophobia or microaggressions each faced n how they buried instead of dealing with the pain.

Their friendship is my fav of the show and it took a backseat for a long time. Barrett n Jay have great chemistry n they always crushed it in their scenes - the emotional ones, the funny ones... But Travis hasn't been Travis, Vic hasn't been Vic, n Travic hasn't been Travic. The show tends to put relationships on hold and isolate characters n shoehorn their actions to fit the multiple new storylines they start, but don't always follow thru. A waste of the talent of the actors. When given good material like this, see them shine, case in point - Barrett here.

In a way it also felt like part damage control.

Tully thru Boris's eyes...

A rose-tinted look at a relationship built on conflicts which the show is working around instead of facing head on? Just like how OOC Vic was written in s6 when it came to Maya. It's like they realized they went too far, n now they are retconning instead of ever addressing their attitudes n actions towards Maya.

Filling in some blanks to substantiate their relationship in the lead-up to their wedding? It's valid for the shortened season - to some extent. They had been writing them as very selfish n egoistic people. Now they want to show their better sides to make people like them as a couple ... so the show can end in a big celebration of them? But just showing their good side doesn't work for me if they don't also acknowledge their darker sides.

Basically a chief n a captain ganged up to haze a junior colleague for months. An ex-battalion chief watched on n mocked - the same person who rallied the team behind him n gave him a job when he had none; the same person whose job he tried to steal. But after the extended saga, only Maya should apologize repeatedly?

I find it hard to root for Tully as a couple. The same reason why I don't find Beckett's arc fully earned. If they want to move on, yet keep making Maya be the only one addressing her own actions directly after she faced devastating consequences. While finding other ways to justify/ explain away/ minimize/ ignore/ retcon etc the actions of the others... It just makes for a very conflicting watch.

// b/w the new mayor n Ross? Also is it considered her growth? Since the brief Maya's "sit-down" of immediately shutting her down and calling her insubordinate... To when she later reconsidered and praised Andy about the "mutiny" which she jumped to conclusions to reprimand with no context... To now being okay with insubordination towards her boss cos she thought she was fighting for the right reasons... ?

Is that subtle subtext again? Is it me or is the writing for her confusing? Or is she a conflicted person who's not very self-aware?

#i like merle n boris #but they have better comedic than romantic chemistry?#their 704 coffee scene was gold #the comedy would prob win me over #more than #either declaring undying love for each other #or extended sexy time or kisses #it's more of a love that created chaos all around #than a love despite all odds?#again not angry #kind of tired with the narrative #of “strong female ch”#just given plot armors #instead of acknowledging their complexities as humans #got long again #station 19 comments #station 19

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angelofverdum · 1 month

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Station 19 7x03

Something you just got a laugh and move on. Because tell me how a writer can make a pride episode and sideline TWO bisexual women, that are married.

The showrunners and people from the show want the fans to run campaigns to save the show and they paid us this way?

There's no "Oh they got canceled they had to pivot" for me because then why are you bringing Travis' dad, again? We don't give a fuck about it, trust me.

Like, I'm sorry I can't believe they are focusing so much on Travis this season, and then he is talking shit about pride? He has become unbearable to me.

I hate every storyline in this episode. Every single choice was the wrong one.

Sure, let Andy say how she feels to the protestor instead of the bisexual who is right there. And Beckett?? Omg so much Beckett, he got more lines than Maya.

There is something so beautiful in Maya accepting leaving the station to be with her wife and kid, but the way they showed it and the episode they decided to do show that growth? Absolutely trash. Mind you, Maya is the only queer woman at the station and she was not at the celebration and didn't say a single thing about it.

I'm just realizing that Maya and Carina didn't say a word to each other, like damn that's a choice. So, should we be happy we got a 15-second montage without dialogue?

Carina comes from a place where gay marriage isn't legal. I don't know, but I think you can do something with that.

They are so lucky that Danielle and Stefania have so much chemistry, they actually like each other and their characters, so they make the most of what they have. Like, that little kiss was probably improvised.

I'mma start writing my goodbyes to the show. I really hope they get Stefania back to Greys, where she should've stayed tbh, and maybe Maya can visit sometimes.

I really hope the cast can find something worth their talent because this is a really talented cast.

#Station 19 #maya x carina #Maya bishop #Carina Deluca #Danielle savre #stefania spampinato

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closetednobody · 1 year

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C'mon, I cannot be the only that after all the shit they put Maya through with the demotion and the way Beckett was harassing Maya at work that thought that bottle of whiskey was well-deserved revenge?

She didn't force Beckett to drink. That was on him. I would've given Sullivan something too! Like, hire a PI, get photos of him and Ross and put all around the internet, the Stations, etc. If you're going down, bring them with you.

Like, why did everybody forgive Sullivan?

Honestly, there a lots of fingers to be pointed about Maya's breakdown.

Hello OP!

Sorry that I replied to this a little late, but no, you're not alone.

Although I wouldn't encourage Maya's actions, I understand why she felt compelled to do so, especially with how she was raised by Lane Bishop.

I also partially disagree with Ben's "you did that because you were in a bad place," and for Maya to "apologize when you feel comfortable" because it wasn't entirely Maya's fault. They saw how Maya was being bullied by Beckett - what did they do for their former captain who was demoted for saving a kid's life? NOTHING.

Of course, one would argue that Maya could learn from Andy's more diplomatic approach or Sullivan's more political (read: cunning) approach. Or maybe , she could've been patient for slightly longer, and things would've unraveled itself. But Maya has been patient - from being ignored by McCallister, bullied by Beckett, and unfairly lectured by Ross. In one of my posts, I've explained what could be Maya's thought process behind the blackmail (and probably why she wouldn't send PI on Sullivan and Ross) and that was the start of her... downward spiral.

So... should Maya give that bottle as revenge? No. If she is as heroic and noble as Andy Herrera, she shouldn't.

But Maya is an anti-hero. The twisted protagonist with a dark side. One who has been treated unfairly and has been "nice" for too long, and without Carina in her corner, she was... wounded. Feral. Desperate.

So, as far as Maya was concerned, Beckett was not an alcoholic when she gifted the bottle to him, as per Ross' wise and fair evaluation. So, a little whiskey to celebrate should be fine. (Maya's smirk when she left the room was sinfully satisfying.)

Should Maya apologize? Objectively, she doesn't have to. Conscientiously? She can. But it's not her fault. I hope we can delve a little more on her self-blame tendency, which is common amongst people who are recovering from traumas.

Sullivan's case? Honestly? Imo, it is just how the system/society treats men and women differently.

If a man fights for his rights for power, he is passionate and driven.

If a woman does the same thing, she is reckless and selfish.

Why? Because by social norm, women would generally become the "healer" while men are demanded to be the "hunter" - fascinatingly, it's something that is almost coded in our brains. But society and gender roles have changed so much that our brain, weirdly, couldn't adapt to it, hence creating biases that we subconsciously practice.

As "healers" (e.g., homemaker, mothers, etc), women are expected to be role models who are patient, forgiving, respectable, loving, optimistic, and the list goes on. Believe it or not, these are some of the traits associated with maternal qualities. Phew.

As "hunters" (e.g., earners, husbands, etc), men are expected to be goal-driven and focused because their main role is, basically, to go out, find supplies, and get their ass home, safely. They are expected to protect their home and dependents - by all means, at all cost.

But centuries have passed, and society has evolved. Even gender roles have shifted now, and the old norm doesn't seem applicable anymore. BUT! Our mind doesn't know that. (Recommending "The Idiot Brain" by Dean Burnett if you are interested in this weird conundrum.)

It's frustrating. But... *shrugs*

I never liked Sullivan after what he did to Maya, and I don't think I ever will.

I think I am rambling... so I'll stop here. 😆😂

#maya bishop #station 19 #answered

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Kirishima’s Mystique Party

Battle of the Busty Babes

Kirishima seriously how to wonder how Mineta managed to convince him to take grapehead to a convention that's being held for female heroes and actresses wouldn't really be an issue, if only because why not Midoriya who was UA's resident quirks and heroes fanboy afficianado. Well it might be that the horndog runt made sure not to mention that it was for adult film actresses, yes as in porn stars and heroines who ran their own little side gigs like Onlyheroes accounts because hey sex sells, right? The sturdy himbo was kind of upset when he figured this out, hard not to with some of the saucy cosplays and certain kinds of booths but given he was here, he might as well roll with it. Now at the very least, being deceived like this was one thing but it had Kirishima wondering if Mineta had some sort of ulterior motive besides making him feel awkward or being petty about his relationship with Mina and maya.

Well not really, turns out the runt needed himself a wingman, so to speak and neither Denki or Sero were available and of course no way any of the guys in their class would want to humour and enable him. To say nothing of the futile effort to approach the guys in class B, thanks to their resident self proclaimed gatekeeper Monoma so just Kirishima’s luck that the horn dog runt chose him to be his unofficial chaperone but he couldn’t deny some of the cosplay and the women at this event were more than easy on the eyes. Even Midnight was rumoured to be here rocking her original banned debut outfit, the one so scandalous that laws were passed on how much skin a hero could be allowed to show off while still being tasteful. So in spite of its pornographic nature, they certainly weren’t half-assign it, that was for sure especially when it came to the guest line ups being a veritable who’s who of heroes in the adult entertainment industry.

Things would take a turn when the 2 heroes in training saw two of the headliners for the show, Enorma Rae and Toppy Bunny, retired heroes turned adult film stars who been rivals for some time (mainly and especially in regards to the debate of who had the better bust), making their way towards them.The two, it turns out but unknown to Kirishima, are subscribers to Mina and Maya's OnlyHeroes accounts (home and host to a variety of spicy pictures and vides) and recognized the sturdy stud! Particularly from some of their videos and pictures that showed him off in action such as the one time the duo did a seminar for the other girls of UA on skme relationship advice.

That was to say it was on how to get their boyfriends to fuck them just right, which of course consisted of having their brick house boyfriend fuck them for hours on end for them to be shown how it was done. Hence The busty twosome decided to he would be just the guy to help them finally settle their rivalry with each other but of course Mineta saw them approaching pair and immediately thought they were coming over for him. Only for his delusions to shatter when they grab Kirishimas but being the stubborn mule of a grape that he was, he rushed after them with the intent on taking part of the action he knew was going to get X rated. However their current bodyguard, pro hero Stripperella (the closest equivalent Midnight had to someone in the states), and a close personal friend to Enorma, stopped him as she blocked his path causing him to stumble and fall a bit.

Of course at the sight of such a stunner like her, leave it to Mineta to make an ass of himself and try and put to put the moves on her, thinking he can charm the stripper turned hero which could only have one result and no it wasn't her falling for him and letting him pass into his ideal of heaven before giving him a quickie and a blowjob. It was getting beat down not only from her but her husband of 3 years and knocked right into a different part of the convention that focused on extreme femdom. He would be limping for days after this but not for the reason he wanted and that, my friends is comedy gold. Especially once those dominatrix hotties brought out their personal favourite toys to make little piggies like him squeal.

Meanwhile Kirishima was in a private VIP room being put through marshmallow heaven as the girls used him to try to prove their superiority in who had the best bust around. Having him grope and squeeze their funbags in terms of their mass, density and firmness and even lick and suck on them for for good measure. Before they proceeded to commence with the most sure fire way of having him judge and determine a winner by performing paizuri, as they sandwiched and massaged his length and girth between the valley of their titanic jugs. The feel of his shaft pulsing and twitching between tits really making them wet as they battled to be the first to get him off.

Eventually their rivalry saw them soon having his cock trapped in between both sets of marshmallows goodness, the “bubbly bitch” and “bunny bimbo” gasping in awe as the sturdy himbo came. Their own bodies nearly orgasming from the sensation of his white hot cream raining down on their faces and tits, once resulting in them ultimately having tie, time after time in spite of their efforts. In the end, the two just decided to bury the hatchet and let the good times roll, their arousal at high levels to a point their competitive streak gave way to the primal need and desire especially with such a prime specimen like Kirishima still so hard and able to go. But of course what do you expect with him being in the presence of such hard-on inducing bodies like they had?

Enorma:”Ooooh gooodmoh god oh god!! How are you still this hard?!!”*The busty bombshell model howling snd hollering with lusty abandon, amazed at how beastly Kirishima’s stamina was as he hammered away into her snatch. Her arms and legs trapped as he had her hoisted and held in a full nelson position, his heavy balls smacking her clit while her magnificent mounds bounced in the air. Toppy kneeling in the floor as she licked away at the connected loins, tasting their mixed juices. All the while she had 3 fingers knuckles deep in her own snatch as she played with herself while waiting for her turn.*

Toppy:”Aaahn, take it this isn’t your first time with a bunny girl? Because you really know how to get the right spots…”*The bunny bimbo quivered sensually, petting and caressing Kirishima’s head as he kissed, licked and sucked on her juicy tits. All the while he had her pinned up against the wall, hips bucking away as he jackhammered into her pussy, juices flowing down to make a growing puddle on the floor. Arms and legs draped around his Herculean physique while Enorma was recovering on a nearby couch. Her pussy overflowing with a heavy creampie as the bombshell super model watched in with voyeuristic awe, amazed she still wanted more.*

Both she and Toppy certainly got more as Kirishima proved how and why he had two girlfriends at the same time and why both girls loved to show him off the way they did. Fucking the busty duo in any and every which way a caveman like him could with two very fuckable women like them in a variety of one on one to two on one from fucking one in missionary or doggy style as she ate the other girl out. To fucking their pussies in turn as they laid atop each other, making out their mighty jugs pressed snd rubbed against each other. The Red Riot hero being the last one standing an hour or few later as he left the pair naked in a heap of sweaty tangle limbs and creampied holes, satisfied fucked stupid smiles on their faces as Enorma and Toppy managed to reach for their phones to do a little quickie something on-line…..

When Kirshima returned to the convention floor, dressed and a little more clean presentable as a guy could look after what he just did, he suddenly found himself grabbed and cuddled by none other than Mina and Maya. He hadn’t expected to see his girlfriend duo at an event like this, later learning that they were part of a group hand selected by Midnight and Uwabami to model and display some very sexy versions of their hero outfits, all the while they happily assaulted him with passion aged kiss as they informed him that they had just received a huge donation on their OnlyHeroes accounts by the two busty queens for his “proper judgement peformenace”. So soon as they saw him, they just had to thank him and so proceeded to take him up to their hotel room to celebrate in the most appropriate way. All the while Mineta was limping back to his own room cursing Kirishima's luck while crying tears of blood.

On the social media platforms in relations to the adult entertainment industry of course, Enorma and Toppy were majorly trending thanks to the news that they declared their infamous rivalry and feud over and done with. Having decided they were equals at least until the next upstart with a titanic bust would come along to stir up the hornets nest. All the while generously crediting a certain chivalrous himbo for being the one to help settle the score as they directed fans to checkout Mina and Maya’s OnlyHeroes accounts for more clarification on details. Which of course resulted in the bubblegum duo gaining quite a substantial increase in subscribers and incoming big time.

Mineta of course found himself trending for different reasons on the femdom tag on many pornsite streams, highlighting his suffering at the convention. To say the videos were creative with their titles was an understatement ranging from “Grapejuice Whines!!” to “He gonna get graped!”. All with the views to show that someone was definitely enjoying Mineta’s suffering and that he was never going to live it down. But hey can’t get any worse for him, right?

(https://twitter.com/elisosly/status/1368668260422479874 the twitter thread referring to the seminar aforementioned)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Getting All Batty

Late night Mustafu was something to behold, the lighting just right to nearly brighten the night sky but not cause enough pollution to block out the stars especially on a night with a full moon. But this night wasn't looking to be a quiet one for long for if one were to look up, they'd see a peculiar shadowy figure flapping its wings as it glided off to who only knows where. And no despite what the wings implied, this wasn't a certain pointy eared crimefighter from Gotham City, no sir this was the infamous international jewel thief and occasional mercenary known as Rouge the Bat. And on this lovely moonlit evening, she was out on the prowl for her usual quarry, a nice little set of acquisitions for her personal gem collection.

Oh how she was loving her time in Japan, America had been getting hectic lately and her higherups in G.U.N not so discreetly insisted she go lay low for a while until the heat died down. but you know what they say about bad habits being hard to break and how could she pass up the veritable smorgasboard of jewels and diamonds practically up for grabs?! So course she'd wasted little to no time in doing a little "shopping" with a 5 finger discount, all the while leaving her signature at the scene of the crime for the past couple of nights. To say the authorities had been frustrated was an understatement so it only added to her personal sense of fun in that regard and she had a good feeling about tonight's score. A nice little set of gems being held at a local art museum, among them being the world famous Pink Panther, named so for the particular shaped flaw on the diamond that you could see when held up to the light at a certain angle and really how could she pass that up?

So as soon as she landed at the rooftop of her tager, she wasted no time in seeking to make her score as she effortlessly picked the lock for the window. Entering as she glided down, her wings allowing her to land with grace and enough silence that ninjas made more nosie than her by comparison. Smiling with personal satisfaction, the bat woman began making her way on over to the exhibit, a sense of glee filling her as she beheld those splendid little knicknacks as they twinkled and gleamed under the moonlight. It always made her feel like a kid in a candy store.

But before she could begin her little crime spree, her distinct ears picked telltale signs of the heavy thuds of footsteps coming her way. Next thing she knew, she was tackled by strong, powerful shredded set of arms and a body to match as she turned her head around to see none other than pro hero Red Riot himself!! On the one hand, the jewel thief had to say he was quite a feast for the eyes up close and personal like this particularly with that face between looking good between handsome and cute but on the other? She had to wonder in the damn helll did he know she’d be here when she knew she had given even the most sleuth pros and police officers alike the slip?!

Kirishima:*Now he wasn’t much of a mind reader but a mood reader, well now that was a different story as the look in her face made it clear what she had to be thinking right now.*”Well wasn’t too hard to wait for you to show up here, once your pattern got figured out, just had to keep patient and figure you’d come around..got to say it’d be one thing to deal with a car burglar, but a Bat burglar? Well that’s a new one to me….”*Not that the loan was intended or anything, better left unsaid was that Rouge wasn’t the first jewel thief he’d had a run in with of course. Not to mention having to keep that devious libido of his at bay from being in such close, outright intimidate proximity with a woman like the one he had ensnared in his arms in a bare hug. A difficult thing given what a thicc, curvy shortstack the bat lady was and oooh that intoxicating perfume she was wearing…*

Rouge:*Getting over her initial shock at having someone manage to get the drop on her like this, the thieving bat regained her wits. She had to say she was impressed by the sturdy himbo’s simple pragmatic deduction, to say nothing of his stake out plan. Now she wasn’t sure if it was because it had been a while since the last time she got any but damn if he wasn’t looking so fine, rather reminded her of a favourite echidna of hers that she LOVED to tease….which gave her an idea of such wonder, awfulness, awful wonder, wonderful awfulness, you get the idea.*”Well now then handsome, points for you for being such a smart tough guy. Maybe you should reward yourself by taking advantage of me…I mean I’m all at your mercy you big strong stallion you….”**The Bat Burglar sensually smiled her most seductive smiled as she began to pour on her charm, moving her bubbly leather and latex clad boot against his crotch.*

Kirishima soon found himself blushing enough to match his mane of spikey red hair in terms of shade as Rouge was flirting with him and touching his body as she managed to free an arm from his grasp. Her gloved palm and fingers copping a feel of sculpted physique, erotically biting her lip as she felt her pussy begin to quiver and gush. She’d be lying if she told you that brickhouse himbos didn’t happen to be a turn-on for her, having to remind herself she was supposed to be distracting him then lead him around this place on a wild goose chase and give him the slip. Then she’d make a quick smash and grab for those lovely jewels but damnit this big dumb barrel chested washboard abs toting muscle tank was making it hard to resist.

Before the sturdy himbo and the sexy bat lady knew it, seems their libidoes were being drawn to one another like the opposing poles of a magnets as they were suddenly pressing lips together, tongues dancing in a kiss of sloppy, primal passion and desire. Rouge wasn’t sure what the hell was evening happen, how and why and quite frankly she didn’t care as her brain had gone full horny on main as she her wings spread against the wall Kirishima pinned her up against, making out with the sturdy stud as she held onto those strong shoulders of his and draped her legs around his waist. Gasping and moaning as they made out, deep throated moans escaping her luscious pouty lips as she found those firm hands of his working away at undoing and removing her outfit from her much to her delight. Not exactly what she had planned or expected but hey, given they had an art exhibit at this museum, why not make a live performance piece in love making, right?

Rouge:"Ooooooh hot damn handsome, keep at it like this and I might be tempted to surrender...."*The sexy thief moaned out sensually as she found Kirishima's length and girth jackhammering away into her pussy, inches of that womb hammering slab pounding away even with the tight embrace of her snatch thanks to the size difference between herself and the young pro. The pair currently in the cowgirl position as she bounced her bubbly furry booty on his shaft, cheeks clapping like thunder and her boobs jiggling like jelly with every impact. Her wings spread out behind her giving her a rather erotic angel-like quality under the dim mood lighting in their current location, deep gasps and pants escaping her luscious lips as the sturdy himbo would on ocassion squeeze and slap her ass or reach out to grope those splendid boobs of hers. Most guys she'd pulled her seduction game on, with the exception of her regular Echidna boytoy, were easy rubes she could KO with a handjob but this guy wasn't some cherry virgin boy, oooh no this right here was a MAN!!*

Kirishima:"I'll be holding you to that you know!!"*The chivalrous brickhouse had quipped in response, all the while he continued to rock the bombshell bat’s world with all the sexual skill and experience he could muster. Making the most of the size and height difference as he asserted physical dominance via pinning her down while mounting her doggy style or piledriving her in a mating press to grasping her arms and legs together as he stood snd fucked her in a full nelson position. His stamina boosted especially by his quirk as his cock and balls worked Rouge over about as well as she robbed places, her face a lewd expression of sexual bliss as the bat babe found herself on the verge of defeat. Wonderful glorious defeat at the hands of this sturdy stud emphasised particularly whenever he came inside her, losing consciousness as to expected from such intense fucking.*

It wasn’t long after when the authorities finally arrived but not before Kirishima had managed to clean up any evidence and keep himself and Rouge decent, having gotten the bat burglar dressed back up in her outfit. Lucky thing where they had done it had been a security camera blind spot though he knew Mina and Maya would probe him for details once they found a chance snd time to do so as he watched Rouge be escorted away in cuffs, the sensual bat shooting a look over her shoulder his way as she shot him a wink and a smile while blowing him a kiss and a call me gesture. Not quite how he’d intended to subdue a jewel thief like her but then again just how his luck seemed to be these days, that’s for sure. Least he could call it a night and sleep well knowing his work was done.

Of course not long after he departed, the tricky jewel thief made her move once the police cruiser had been a few blocks away from the museum as she picked the lock of her cuffs then proceeded to subdue and throw the officers out of their vehicle. Proceeding to Jack their ride as she made her escape, she did say she’d give herself up, she just didn’t say for how long she’d co-operate. Soon as she was far enough away, she’d ditch the car and fly away to lay low and let the heat die down. But not really feeling like going back to the scene of her crime, after all who needed those gems and jewels when she had gotten something even better? Sensually grinning as her body shuddered from the phantom sensations of Kirishima’s primal caveman class fucking, wondering when she would look into getting go with him.

About a week since that illicit encounter, Kirishima would suddenlt find himself getting nude selfies from Rouge, the bat thief captioning them with flirty remarks and pick ups. In between telling him to name and place for when they might have their next “date”, much to the amusement of Mina and Maya because of course they’d notice the latest admirer for their man to seemingly pop up out of nowhere. It was pretty clear to the himbo that if and when he and Rouge met again, the bubblegum duo were going to want a bit of that action. Pray for the bat because you know she was going to get eaten alive…

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Like Rabbits!!

Judy Hopps was many things depending on who you asked, be it her parents, her brothers and sisters, any relatives really, her partner and fellow officers at the precinct or the citizens of the heteromorph animal quirked population of Zootopia and they'd all more or les give you many of the same answers. Determined, dedicated, stubborn, idealistic, plucky, cu-eeeeeh better not finish that last word but you get the idea and they all just about make it clear, she loves her job and damn if she wasn't good at it. So good in fact that administration had found she had a lot of unused paid vacation days which the chief and commissioner alike insisted she take, their tone making it clear they wouldn't take no for an answer and no she couldn't use them all up spending time back in her hometown. So with how many days she had, she figured they could put to good use by going to one of the places she always wanted to go see, the country of Japa.

So here she was a few days into her stay at her destination of choice, the bustling metropolis of Mustafu, the streets a daily hustle and bustle of people of all ages, shapes and sizes with those from quirks easily standing out from a visual perspective. The shortstack bunny girl out and and about on her morning jog, after all just because she was on vacation was no excuse to not stay in shape, right? Anyone that spotted her or was acquainted well enough with her wonder if she was somehow related to the top ranked pro hero Mirko but far as Judy knew or could guess, it might've she was a very distant cousin somewhere on the branch of the family tree. Lord knows she got the same questions in regards to basketball star Lola Bunny, that was for sure but she was as used to the questions as she was the small talk and many names and faces she had come to know during her vacation time. All and all it had been going pretty well and uneventful to say the very least, music playing through the pods planted in her long ears as she cut through the park per her usual routine.

About midway through was when she suddenly felt like she knew she'd been tempting fate, pausing her run as she ducked and leaned against a large tree to catch her breath. Panting and gasping as her body felt like it was on fire, her every nerve tingling from head to toe as her nether regions felt like they were working overtime. To her internal relief she knew it wasn't that time of the month but another part of her knew and worried with good reason as to what was wrong, she was entering her estrus cycle!! Cheese and crackers, she thought to herself, just what she needed, going into the heat in a place like this, an open area and god knows how many randos around would try to take advantage of her in this situation.

With as much still lucid thought in her brain allowing her to think rationally, the short stack bunny made a turn to a clearing loaded with trees and bushes which at her height and size made for ideal privacy. Resting backside against the smooth bark of a nearby cherry blossom tree, Judy took a risk as she let loose with her hands proceeding to touch and play with her body. Taking small at first with a bit groping snd rubbing her shirt clad thighs and her shorts clad camel-toe, silent pants and gasps escaped her muzzled lips as this soft level of pleasure felt like electric shocks running through her body before she was soon squeezing snd rubbing herself all over. Hands sliding under her shirt or plunging down her shorts as her heat fuelled libido took the helm of her brain, tits groped in one hand as the other was two fingers knuckle deep in her snatch with her nectar soaking up to her wrist as her violet eyes began to glow with lust as her body continued to burn with desire and the need to mate with a strong virile male.

??:”Uhm, excuse me, miss? Are you alright? You seemed kind of unwell during your run and….Uhm…oh wow…”*Judy paused in the midst of her estrus induced masturbation, her violet eyes wide like a wild a animal caught in the headlights as she found herself facing the source of the voice that had called out to her. Facing none other than the red eyes of Kirishima who had been passing through the park himself and no doubt caught of Judy in the middle of her jog, no doubt being concerned for her well-being and nit having expected to accidentally walk in in her like this. Yet rather than feel dread and shame at being seen in such a state of indecency, the bunny cop couldn’t help but feel her heartbeat as her brain reconsider the sight and scent of a sexually virile man. The alpha male presence and charisma radiating off of the sturdy himbo making her act on impulse as she reached out to grab his wrist, stopping him from leaving as she gazed at him with lusty desire and panting with wanton need.*

Such was the haze of lust flooding her brain that the next thing Judy knew, she had found found herself leaping up into Kirishima’s arms, pressing her lips to hiss and making out with him in ways that would put hormonal teenagers to shame. Deep sensual moans escaping her muzzle as she felt his tongue clashing against hers and his firm hands grabbing her perky cotton tailed booty with assertive squeezes, making her press her shortstack frame against that sculpted body. Somehow having found their way to a bedroom, unsure if it was her hotel room or his place, right about now she was just too horny to think about anything else other than to have this prime piece of alpha male mate and breed with her. Soon as he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, she couldn't help but giggle and purr as he helped her out of her clothes before proceeding with his as she licked her lips at that exquisitely sculpted physique.

Judy couldn't help but feel a little naughty as she struck a little sexy pose for this rather charming gentleman she'd only just met, yet her instincts told her she was in very capable and reliable trustworthy hands as she giggled softly at his reaction to her showing off her nude furry shortstack body. Which only made her desire increase as she kissed and caressed her way down along his torso, she wasn't a carnivore but damn was he a tasty hunk of a prime meat for sure, as she smiled erotically at him while gazing with those lust drunk eyes of hers as she knelt down on the floor. Grasping the waist band of his pants and boxers as she pulled them down only to gasp as his length and girth sprung forth, landing on her face with a distinct thud as the scent and sight of it made her mouth and pussy alike drool in equal measure. Really who could blame her given what a more than impressive cock Kirishima was packing on him as she couldn't help but grasp and stroke it with her hands while planting licks and kisses on it, hearts glowing in those violet eyes of hers as she felt his shaft's twitching pulse while speaking to the burly himbo with her body language how much she seriously needed him to fuck her right now...

Judy:"Ooooh cheese and crackers!! Ohhh fuuuck where you been all my life I swear I've never felt this good before!! Just like that, keep fucking me like that!!"*To which the sturdy brickhouse did just that, obliging the shortstack bunny's horny needs as they proceeded to fuck like....well, rabbits!! The pair currently performing in the intimate position of a seated lotus before Judy soon found her himbo alpha male suddenly have her pinned down in a mating press, her moans echoing throughout the room as her pintsized sexy frame was having its flexibility pushed to its limits. Inches of that length and girth pounding and hammering away into her snatch's lewd embrace, a clear bulge in her stomach indicating the size and depth hitting her womb. And she was loving every damn second of it as she had her strong little arms hugging around those broad shoulders his, holding on for dear life as she kissed him with thirsty passion, her hips thrusting to meet those powerful pumps of his and feel those heavy balls smack her bubbly bunny booty as if needing to make sure she stayed close and connected to this himbo stud. Judy was no virgin but she had like the odd sex friend here and there while any other time she'd hit her heat cycle, she was lucky to have gotten through it solo but oooh to have gotten lucky like this, cheese and crackers talk about karma!!*

Judy’s delight and arousal only continue to climb higher and higher with every orgasm the sturdy himbo coaxed out of her, more so whenever he himself came as the intense rush of his load blowing and pumping inside her both quenched yet fuelled the fire of passion inside her. The difference in size, height and weight only added to the pleasure as her brickhouse alpha male made the most of it, using those powerful muscles of his to assert his dominance as well he should. From grasping and binding her in a full nelson to mounting her as he fucked her doggy style, shifting from prone bone to spoon postion fucking as she looked on with erotic awe at the big cock hammering into her womb. She felt like a glorified furry cocksleeve for the hardening hero and she was loving each and every damn second of it all the whole mover.

Ooh they certainly weren’t being vanilla about this in the very least, rutting like beasts in mating season on a nature documentary as the horny little bunny found Kirishima was just as good at giving it to a girl anally and orally. Her cotton tail bubble booty jiggling snd clapping whole her mouth and throat felt as slutty as her pussy did from having that slab of meat facefucking her but neither could compare to the raw thrill of him fucking her bareback and raw, practically clinging to him in any and every position with the alpha male shaft thrusting snd pumping away with the aim of knocking her up. Minutes passing into hours as her heat cycle reached levels of satisfaction she never thought possible as Kirishima made quite good use of his stamina and quirk in tandem to scratch her itch. Cheese and crackers if this guy was ever around Zootopia, the population would skyrocket as much as her hometown of Bunny Burrows daily.

By the time the pair had finished their marathon rut, the sun was setting as they had just finished their final round, basking in the afterglow after a near tantric simultaneous climax. Both catching their breath as they stayed in a seated lotus position before Judy looked up into those ruby red eyes with her sensually half lidded violet ones, caressing his torso as she leaned out to kiss him once more. The freshly fucked duo pausing when they heard the door being opened and closed, Judy finding it was Kirishima’s place alright as she found none other than Mina and Maya standing in the doorway as she felt like she was cornered by a pair of predators. Predators who had just found a slutty little bunny rabbit in explicit sexual relations with THEIR man.

Going by the rather saucy, sexy grins the pink and blue bombshell babes were wearing, of course this wasn't the first and certainly wouldn't be the last time they happened to walk in on and catch Kirishima with another woman. The shortstack bunny blushing so fiercely that her fur was turning as red as Kirishima's hair while the chivalrous himbo wore a modest humble grin at seeing Mina and Maya being to strip naked. Judy finding her libido reignited by scarousal at being soon surrounded by 3 sexy beasts as she soon felt Kirishima's alpha male class cock once more jackhammer away while his bubblegum girlfriend duo assaulted her furry frame with sensual caresses, gropes and kisses. Making it clear that her heat cycle and vacation were about to be nothing less than wild and erotic.

Suffice to say that when Judy was back in Zootopia, her nightd alone at home got pretty frisky thanks to the new subscription she had to Mina and Maya's OnlyHeroes sccounts. Scratching her itch as she got off to the array of pictures and videos of hers and their alpha male rocking their world, her own intimate quality time with them among the latest update batch as she squatted and bounced on a dildo that'd been especially customized to be a match for Kirishima's cock in terms of length and girth. Already awaiting her next set of vacation days until she could head to Japan again and be with the trio. Besides which, she had to make sure the Red Riot stud got her pregnant, just to be sure because hot damn a littler from a guy like that would be unreal.....

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 2 months

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💜 Books for Women's Day 2024 💜

🦇 Welcome to March, my beloved bookish bats. It's Women's History Month AND Women's Day! To celebrate, here are a few books that highlight powerful, courageous women -- both throughout history and across our favorite fictional realms. These women have contributed to our history, shaping contemporary society with bold, outspoken, badass moves. Let's celebrate and champion these voices by adding more female-focused stories to our TBRs!

❓QOTD Who is your favorite female fictional character AND real-life heroine?

❤️ Fiction ❤️ 💜 The Power - Naomi Alderman 💜 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood 💜 The Vibrant Years - Sonali Dev 💜 Red Clocks - Leni Zumas �� Conjure Women - Afia Atakora 💜 City of Girls - Elizabeth Gilbert 💜 A Woman is No Man - Etaf Rum 💜 Of Women and Salt - Gabriela Garcia 💜 Circe - Madeline Miller 💜 Song of a Captive Bird - Jasmin Darznik 💜 The Women - Kristin Hannah 💜 The Love Songs of W.E.B. Dubois - Honorée Fanonne Jeffers 💜 The Bluest Eye - Toni Morrison 💜 Women Talking - Miriam Toews 💜 Hidden Figures - Margot Lee Shetterly 💜 The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennett

💜 Young/New Adult 💜 ❤️ Loveboat Reunion - Abigail Hing Wen ❤️ Realm Breaker - Victoria Aveyard ❤️ Only a Monster - Vanessa Len ❤️ This Woven Kingdom - Tahereh Mafi ❤️ Serpent & Dove - Shelby Mahurin ❤️ I’ll Be The One - Lyla Lee ❤️ Squad - Maggie Tokuda-Hall and illustrated by Lisa Sterle ❤️ These Violent Delights - Chloe Gong ❤️ The Box in the Woods - Maureen Johnson ❤️ The Wrath & the Dawn - Renee Ahdieh ❤️ You Should See Me in a Crown - Leah Johnson ❤️ A Sky Beyond the Storm - Sabaa Tahir ❤️ Nimona - N.D. Stevenson ❤️ Legendborn - Tracy Deonn ❤️ Blood Scion - Deborah Falaye ❤️ Not Here to Be Liked - Michelle Quach

❤️ Queer ❤️ 💜 Imogen, Obviously - Becky Albertalli 💜 The Fiancée Farce - Alexandria Bellefleur 💜 One Last Stop - Casey McQuiston 💜 The Henna Wars - Adiba Jaigirdar 💜 Girls of Paper and Fire - Natasha Ngan 💜 Delilah Green Doesn't Care - Ashley Herring Blake 💜 A Guide to the Dark - Meriam Metoui 💜 She Who Became the Sun - Shelley Parker-Chan 💜 Written in the Stars- Alexandria Bellefleur 💜 Gideon the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir 💜 Gearbreakers - Zoe Hana Mikuta 💜 You Exist Too Much - Zaina Arafat 💜 Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker 💜 The Priory of the Orange Tree - Samantha Shannon 💜 She Gets the Girl - Rachael Lippincott and Alyson Derrick 💜 The Jasmine Throne - Tasha Suri

💜 Non-Fiction 💜 ❤️ The Secret History of Wonder Woman - Jill Lepore ❤️ Girlhood - Melissa Febos ❤️ Our Bodies, Their Battlefields - Christina Lamb ❤️ The Radium Girls - Kate Moore ❤️ Twice As Hard - Jasmine Brown ❤️ Women of Myth - Jenny Williamson and Genn McMenemy ❤️ Nobody Ever Asked Me About the Girls - Lisa Robinson ❤️ Text Me When You Get Home: The Evolution and Triumph of Modern Female Friendship - Kayleen Schaefer ❤️ The Book of Gutsy Women - Hillary Rodham Clinton and Chelsea Clinton ❤️ The Underground Girls of Kabul - Jenny Nordberg ❤️ Feminism Is for Everybody - Bell Hooks ❤️ Invisible Women - Caroline Criado Perez ❤️ The Women of NOW - Katherine Turk ❤️ Eve - Cat Bohannon ❤️ We Should All Be Feminists - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie ❤️ Bad Feminist - Roxane Gay

❤️ Memoirs ❤️ 💜 Mom & Me & Mom - Maya Angelou 💜 Crazy Brave - Joy Harjo 💜 Reading Lolita in Theran - Azar Nafisi 💜 I'm Glad My Mom Died - Jennette McCurdy 💜 Crying in H Mart - Michelle Zauner 💜 The Soul of a Woman - Isabel Allende 💜 See No Stranger - Valarie Kaur 💜 They Call Me a Lioness - Ahed Tamimi and Dena Takruri 💜 Becoming - Michelle Obama 💜 Bossypants - Tina Fey 💜 My Own Words - Ruth Bader Ginsburg 💜 I Am Malala Malala Yousafzai 💜 Finding Me - Viola Davis 💜 Return - Ghada Karmi 💜 Good for a Girl - Lauren Fleshman 💜 The Woman in Me - Britney Spears

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This is my contribution to the HPHM Cardverse AU that is created by @ariparri. Thank you for letting me join hehe.

Without further ado, I'm going to introduce you to the King of Diamonds...

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲

The second son of Bruce and Mabel Avery who were known to be close to the previous King and Queen of Diamonds. Malachi is the younger twin brother of Maya, has an older brother named Jacob Bennett and a little sister named Marigold. As a child, he and his two sisters are often being treated as nothing by their father as he's more focused on his older brother Jacob Bennett as he was chosen to be the next King of Diamonds. His mother is the opposite, Mabel wouldn't let her other children be treated as the forgotten members of the Avery household and would often spend her time teaching her children basic education and other things that they need to learn, especially topics related to business and money making.

Years later, Jacob Bennett ran away from home as he is fed up with his father's "education" and being a King isn't in his dream of becoming to be and telling his feelings to a letter that he left for them before he ran away. This led to an argument between Bruce and Mabel and immediately went for a divorce. Mabel left the Diamond Empire and lives at The Country of Spades bringing Maya and Marigold with her as Bruce kept Malachi as he planned to make him as Jacob's replacement. Malachi couldn't bear to be separated from his sisters Maya and Marigold as they were his very close family members but he believes that one day he'll see her and Marigold again. Malachi also gained hatred towards Jacob for running away and leaving is responsibilities. But after his studies under his father's supervision, he started to realize that being a King of Diamonds will be the only way to be away from his dad.

Another years had passed and the years Malachi endured his father's nonstop teaching, he met Penny Haywood the soon to be Queen of Diamonds before the two became the official monarchs. The two became friends very fast due to their same interest in making the Empire better and some other things that are personal for them to tell to others. The two became the King and Queen of Diamonds months later. Malachi and Penny ruled the Empire as what they wanted to be. The people in the Diamond Empire adored them. Both seen by people as the light and purity of the Empire.

Malachi knows about the Civil War and he knows about Rakepick's tyranny. Rakepick wrote a letter to him stating a sponsorship for the war against the people who rebel against her. Rakepick knew about the Empire's wealth and planned to take advantage of it. The Former Ace of Spades threatened the lad by mentioning his twin sister Maya and older brother Jacob were imprisoned for being against her ruling. Malachi gained suspicion on Rakepick's letter and decided to give her the sponsorship she needed and also anonymously gave the same amount to Veruca McQuaid's rebellion group which she hesitantly accepted the offer.

After the war, Malachi reunited with his siblings as they went back from The Country of Spades to Diamond Empire. He also confronted Jacob non stop which led to them having peace with each other. He and Penny are still actively ruling the Empire and enjoying its lively atmosphere.

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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲:

• Malachi is known to be kind, caring, friendly, charming, flamboyant, intelligent and creative. He is good at engaging conversations between people and creatures.

• Very well loved by old women in the Empire due to his positive traits that earned him the title as "The Grandson-in-law candidate". (Based on Kaeya from Genshin impact haha)

• He is also very strategic. Always has planned strategies on how to improve someone's business and wealth.

• After he became King, he removed himself from his father's life and won't be able to see him nor interact with him. Due to that, he suddenly felt the feeling of freedom and relaxation.

• He made his twin sister Maya as the Duchess of Avery Manor. (Since I don't think being a Princess would suit her so yeah lol).

• Good friends with the King and Queen of Hearts. He also would like to meet rulers of the other regions one day.

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Nauxnsuxns finally finished it. It looks rushed tbh T^T. And it's my first time making a moodboard and I think I suck at making one :'D. Also pls do tell me if I made Veruca too OOC or have some things that I missed or did something wrong in the story :')

Maya and possibly Jacob's information will be posted by morning (it's 12 am in my country XD)

#hphm cardverse #hphm cardverse au #hogwarts mystery #hphm #malachi brett avery #king of diamonds #i tried hahaha

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festeringfae · 9 months

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A part of my brain wracked with C-PTSD is yelling at me not to "jynx" it by making this post, but: I've never been completely confident that two women who are explicitly, canonically lesbian and bisexual are going to survive and/or not be completely fucking miserable by the end of the finale of a teen show in my entire fucking life. And for all the misognoir and anti-Native bullshit towards and in the way Toni, and by extension, Choni, is written....I don't think I've ever, and I do mean ever, seen First, Most-Characterized love interest of the same gender get to be the endgame in a teen show.

I think about Willow and Tara, and how the first sex scene between women on broadcast TV was between Willow and...Kennedy. I think of Pretty Little Liars, how nothing I'd ever seen before was as electric as Maya and Emily, how it was so tender and alluring and full of longing even just in the commercials that at 18 I remember being surprised that I liked the show itself, because that wasn't what I was here for, I was here for Maya's doe eyes coaxing me out, gently, the way she did Emily. I think about how I don't even know who killed Maya, or if they ever confirmed it on the show. How they sent her away first, to a camp. How Emily's other two main interests were white, and abused her, and tried to drown her. How I don't remember much of anything about Emily's Black love interest, Samara, but I remember her name and the thrill of learning it in some scene in a coffee shop, or a mall kiosk. I remember she was beautiful and later on they revealed she was deceitful and pining after an abusive white girl. I remember she died both off stage narratively and off a literal stage, no discretion given to the image of her splayed across the floor-- a narrative distraction from the real plot of the episode. No funeral episode for her. I remember how the lesbian of the titular Pretty Little Liars was the only one who did not end up with her first love interest-- even though one of the other first love interest's was a high school sophomore's English teacher.

I think of how these were the two most generous depictions of lesbians available to me, as someone whose teenage years were 2005-2010.

There were others. South of Nowhere, a show that despite the utterly mind-blowing focus on a girl realizing she likes not only A Girl but Girls, was sabotaged out of a final season worth watching, of a final season that wasn't too patronizing for even a 16-year-old lesbian with Literally Nothing Else to keep watching. There was Literally Nothing Else because Paige and Alex had already broken up on Degrassi (again), even though they'd only gotten maybe 6 episodes focused on them across multiple seasons, even though I still know exactly what clip from The Lexicon of Love played in the commercials because my 15-year-old self found herself completely drawn in, focused, compelled, impatient for the new episode to air, every time it played. "Ever feel drunk without drinking?" "Is that when your shoes went AWOL?" [Jay somehow makes his presence known] "Ew! VIP does not stand for vastly icky poser. What are you doing here?" "My boy Mic did security on the movie," point at Mic Mic nods at the camera, some snide comment about the girls [in hindsight, incredibly chaste], snide in a way that asks Alex if Paige is why she dumped him but he doesn't say "Paige," Alex UP IN HIS FUCKING FACE IN A PHYSICAL THREAT you do not call her that. Ever." The close-up of Paige's arched brow, her glittering, pleased eyes. Alex will later hold Paige during a panic attack and she will be a lesbian who tells Paige "the word is bi" when Paige is making identity needlessly complicated and Alex will have a weird plotline about a strip club where everything is status quo by the end of the two parter except, conveniently, their relationship status.

Paige's actress will admit fondly that she forgot Paige and Alex ever dated, and that it meant so much to people. Naya Rivera, God rest her soul, will fight for joke-lesbian Santana to become a real girl, but not before I leave for college. My last year as a true teenager, there was so little of Santana and Brittany that the one-off joke that would inspire Naya Rivera to fight for their humanity made my friends and I cheer like it was an epic high of high school football, a touchdown after staring hungrily, longingly, defiantly at those damned pinkies for months.

I stopped watching Glee the moment they finally let those girls kiss. It was never going to get any better than that, I declared. Actually, what I said was that I can't watch Glee anymore-- because that was as good as it was ever going to get. And better to only have the dollop of affirmation I longed for, and live in purposeful denial, than face what I saw as the inevitability of their being broken. Not just separated--broken. Sabotaged. Punished. Thwarted.

(When I stopped watching Glee, I watched for gifsets of them. Youtubed their songs. Threw quiet tantrums in shitty apartments whenever I saw them with other people. Dropped everything and grabbed the remote when I heard they were getting married in the episode currently playing. Recorded myself watching it, because it felt like history, because I needed to see what it looked like-- finding out that we could make it real. I had to WATCH, because if I didn't I WOULD NOT believe it-- SOMETHING would happen, no matter what the episode previews had said. Something ALWAYS did.

When they made it through the episode unscathed, I cracked the champagne that had been meant for New Years Eve. I cried my eyes out. I still didn't watch any more of the show. They'd still had to share their ceremony with two gay boys jumping on their coat tails last minute (Kevin Keller: thank you for 7 years of atoning for Klaine's sins).

I don't know what the fuck is going to happen in the Riverdale series finale. But I know despite the appalling misogynoir she faced, and having a baby, Vanessa Morgan still decided to come back and not only keep Toni alive but keep her kissing Cheryl in scenes where it wasn't originally written that she would. I know Madeleine Petsch looked at a character I looked at and went "that's a high femme" and fucking agreed, and fought for it. I know we went from "it's okay because it's self-aware" faux-lesbianism and creepy stalker lesbian trope to being soulmates in multiple dimensions without even having to die and if you DO die you're resurrected. And you get to have sex. And you look like me and my high school crush-- something I'd never thought to want to see in high school.

I'm not worried about Toni Topaz or Cheryl Blossom dying or being intentionally tragic in the Riverdale series finale. I just really wanted to let you know that. I want to be brave enough to jynx it. We all deserve the feeling of crying on the couch with a bottle of champagne-- safe, no take-backs.

#riverdale #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #brittana

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superblysubpar · 1 year

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Hi my friends. I feel incredibly lucky and blessed to even be making a post like this. Self doubt, writer's block, and just life in general make me forget what's happened in just a few short months and this is crazy to me. Thank you for being here, whether you found me on the old blog and followed me here or are brand new, I'm so happy you're here 🖤 And I have to thank my ladies. I truly would have absolutely never posted a single piece of my writing without them. I wouldn't keep working on my skills, I wouldn't be as happy as I am, and I definitely would have lost the joy of writing without them. I love you all, you're the best thing this show and fandom could have ever given me - @boomhauer @loveshotzz @myobmaya @sweetsweetjellybean

I'll be taking requests for this starting now until January 21st, I'm SO excited and can't wait to get to writing these. I'll continue to post my current requests/wips before focusing on these 🖤

How to Participate:

There was an ask game awhile asking us to share our top 5 albums of 2022 and so, 5...500...music theme for my blog and everything I write? Why not use those albums to celebrate!

Send me an ask with a song from any of the albums (listed and linked below), and a character I write for (Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, or Robin Buckley). I'll write a blurb sort of centered around the lyrics/vibe, but let me know if you'd like smut, fluff, angst or some sort of combo or if you have a specific request 💜

If you hate all of these artists/albums - choose a song or album at random, or I'll pick one for you if you don't pick one but still wanted to participate. Happy requesting!

Below is the track lists and links to the albums (crossed out songs have been claimed):

The Albums:

Decide by DJO

Runner / Gloom / Half Life / Fool / On and On / End of Beginning / I Want Your Video / Climax / Change / Is That All It Takes / Go For It / Figure You Out / Slither

2. Midnights by Taylor Swift

Lavender Haze / Maroon / Anti-Hero / Snow on the Beach / You're On Your Own, Kid / Midnight Rain / Question...? / Vigilante Shit / Bejeweled / Labyrinth / Karma / Sweet Nothing / Mastermind / The Great War / Bigger Than The Whole Sky / Paris / High Infidelity / Glitch / Would've, Could've, Should've / Dear Reader

3. Moss by Maya Hawke

Backup Plan / Bloomed Into Blue / Hiatus / Sweet Tooth / Crazy Kid / Luna Moth / South Elroy / Therese / Sticky Little Words / Over / Restless Moon / Driver / Mermaid Bar

4. The Search by NF

The Search / Leave Me Alone / Change / My Stress / Nate / Time / Returns / When I Grow Up / Only / Let Me Go / Hate Myself / I Miss The Days / No Excuses / Like This / Options / WHY / Thinking / Trauma /

5. Women In Music Pt. 3 by HAIM

Los Angeles / The Steps / I Know Alone / Up From A Dream / Gasoline / 3 AM / Don't Wanna / Another Try / Leaning On You / I've Been Down / Man From the Magazine / All That Ever Mattered / FUBT / Now I'm In It / Hallelujah / Summer Girl

#taylor's follower celebration #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x you #robin buckley x you #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x y/n #steve harrington x y/n #robin buckley x y/n #eddie munson fic #steve harrington fic #robin buckley fic #stranger things fanfiction

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firesofdainix · 2 years

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October 3: Haircut | Knife | "What did you do?"

@morrotober

Something fluffy *shudders* for a change. Although angst is sprinkled because who do you take me for

CW: Scissors, Knife, minor depiction of blood, language warning because Morro's hair is THAT bad

AO3 Version

Morro flinches as another strand of his white hair gets plucked in a harsh manner by Wu who was, at this point of the day, quite frustrated. It was probably because his hair was a tangled mass of roots and colors, which clash really badly, but a deeper, more skeptical part of him says that he is getting quite angry and riled up because of him. After all, it was his hair his master is currently having quite difficulty managing. And Wu has never lost his temper, even when they are confronted by the worst villains during their assignments. Or, well, even Chen hasn't got him to blow a fuse, even when he's sent the worst spam letters about how he's training his own older brother in the art of evil to hone the venom of the Great Devourer.

Wu clicks his tongue as he continues to lose his cool at the sight of Morro's unruly hair. "The white strands're pissing me off."

The young boy tries not to make his flinch obvious.

"Sorry," he says softly, Wu almost tears a green streak of his hair, startled. He yelps.

Wu shuffles guiltily. "I did not mean to lose it. I understood why your hair is like this." Morro could feel him scowling. "Yet, it is quite frustrating to deal with."

"Sorry," he repeats, and Wu silently returns to cutting his hair.

The silence is unbearable; Morro can feel Wu's indignation emanating from his veins, as the only thing that breaks the silence is his master's sighing whilst he sits in a lotus position, pretending to be deaf as he hears Wu swear. He's never heard him cuss (rather, he was the one preaching about good vocabulary and courteousness), and, well, it was overwhelming him.

Then, someone knocks on the monastery gates, interrupting their feeble attempts to tame Morro’s hair, leading to Wu sighing in annoyance. Morro feels him let go of his hair, as he and Wu stand up, the former timidly standing upright. He puts a few fingers through his hair, a bit disappointed they were interrupted by the newcomer, but at the very least he would not frustrate his master any longer. With a tentative look, he grabs the ribbons of his gi, feeling the softness of the fabric and how its sensations calm him down. He tries not to make his lip tremble; it will make Wu feel bad, and then it will make Morro himself feel as if he has done something wrong.

He did not want to be a burden to his master.

(He did not want to be alone again.)

“I will be right back,” Wu tells him, his voice as gentle as the wind that collides with his face. “If I am not, well, entertain yourself, then.”

Morro nods, wanting to prove to his master that he can sit still.

A few seconds later, his legs start to bounce.

Then he yawns.

He is bored immediately.

Whatever he has been afflicted with, it always gives him a low chance of actively listening to anyone’s instructions, and simply going with whatever his mind tells him. He can only become focused on a task once more if the event has familiarized him with himself, or he was too interested to never take his eyes off it, like a painting being cavorted by a mass of people.

Call him impulsive. Call him attention deficit.

He can’t control it.

He hears the sound of the monastery gates opening, a dragon’s roar echoing through the place of peace, before hearing Wu’s excited gasp.

“Maya, Libber, I did not expect you two to visit!” He speaks in an awfully cheery voice, way too happy to find himself in the company of the Elemental Master of Water and Lightning themselves. Morro groans.

Great, he’s distracted.

Morro blows a few stray strands out of his eyes, looking for something else to do while Wu goes to offer them a cup of tea and make some small talk. He does want to join in because the two women are elemental masters, but he doesn’t know what to ask them about.

Shall he ask of their powers? Their age? How many men they’ve kissed? … That’s what adults like to talk about, correct?

As if on cue, he hears Wu inquiring Libber about her third boyfriend this time of the month, sounding fondly exasperated and mirthful. The blonde-haired woman then starts to gush about a man named Cliff Gordon and how he was a great actor, and, hearing nothing interesting apropos of an actor that plays on stage, he tunes it out.

So, what must he do to quell the boredom numbing his mind like a snake bite?

Green-gold eyes eye the room, searching for something that could help with entertaining himself while Wu was preoccupied with women and the subject of romantic partners.

(“Have you found a boyfriend yet, Maya?” Wu asks like a gossiping girl, and he hears the sound of skin slapping on a face, and the pained sound the golden-haired man just lets out.

“I’m not as crazy over romance as you two,” Maya replies, sounding a bit embarrassed.)

Then, he lands on the small blade lying on the tatami mats, the light being let in by the ranma letting the blade shine.

His eyes sparkle with the possibility that this can sate his boredom.

Although, not in a way he, nor Wu would expect.

Remembering how Wu felt as if cutting his own mess of hair is difficult, he decides to take matters into his own hands— sliding open the shoji doors, he races towards the bathroom to get a view of himself objectively cutting through his hair as if they were branches on the trees. Stepping on a stool to gain access to seeing his reflection in the mirror, he starts to notice a few things about his hair he’s never noticed before.

How it only falls near his neck.

How it was messy.

How he has a green streak on his hair, unknown where he’s gotten it from.

How his hair obscures the slender and slim masses of his face, making him look healthier than average. He supposes it was a good thing, even if the inner Wu in his head doesn’t see it that way.

Sticking his tongue out, he starts to hold onto a part of his hair that he has generally been thinking of as a nuisance. Always blocking the left side whilst he trains, causing him to mess up and fail a relatively easy test; generally covering one of his eyes when he leans too much; brushing his neck in a rather annoying way. Then, with the blade on his dominant hand, he begins to cut it with the same strength he uses when he is fighting with weapons.

Cutting hair is like cutting down opponents, after all.

He goes for diagonals first, before reaching a rather jagged approach, and then, when the left side of his head now feels light, does he brush the hair off from his gi, the strands falling towards the tatami floors.

He will have to clean it up after he is done with this.

Morro stares at himself in the mirror, studying his reflection as he examines the difference between him. His left side is now completely cut up to his ear, spiky and jagged, while the right one remains long.

The young boy sucks in a breath, puffing his cheeks out.

“Okay, you got a lot more hair to cut,” he speaks to himself, following Wu’s pep talks he occasionally overhears when he is up too early. “You must prevail.”

Once Wu hears the sound of a yelp in the bathroom, his ears perk up as his tail immediately raises to signalize danger.

He blesses his ears’ ability to perceive the furthest sounds possible.

“Is there something wrong, Wu?” Maya asks, frowning. “... Morro is training, is he not?”

“I… there is something I must attend to,” he replies, before racing inside of the monastery.

“Be sure to ask Morro what color he wanted for the gi I’m sewing him!” Libber shouts, unaware of Wu’s urgency.

Wu ignores his rambunctious friend’s statement, as he races toward the bathroom.

He opens the door, a panicked and worried look on his face. “Morro! Are you hurt? Did something happen—”

He makes the mistake of looking down, finding strands of hair — along with the crimson likeness of drops of blood — along the floors.

Morro immediately turns his head at the sound of the door sliding open, almost impaling himself in the eye with the blade he is holding. (Something inside Wu screams at this utter lack of safety.)

“What did you do?” He asks, a concept already forming in his head, but he didn’t want to assume until Morro answers him.

His voice must have been loud since Morro flinches.

Wu sighs. He should begin initiating those calming tricks Maya had taught him during one of their tea time talks. He gradually softens his voice, “What are you doing, Morro?” He inquires with a touch of gentleness to keep Morro from thinking that he was mad. He was a bit… perplexed over this situation, however.

The young boy starts to fidget with his hands, but he — thankfully — puts the blade down the sink, averting his gaze. “I– I was… cutting my hair.”

“Yes,” Wu stares at the hair-covered floor with a perplexed look, unable to comprehend what just transpired. “I can… see that.”

Morro continues to play with his fingers more. "Are you mad? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it— I just got super bored and…"

"Child," Wu gently interrupts him, putting a hand on his shoulder. The young boy looks at it with caution, before visibly relaxing when he perceives that he will not be in for a scolding.

Of course, he won't be; he did nothing wrong.

He did nothing wrong.

"I was the one who left you to your own devices," Wu kneels down, tail curling into an ashamed display. "For that, I apologize."

Morro holds Wu's tail— soft, scaly, and shiny. He loves how it gleams golden every time he touches it. It was satisfying to his fingers. He gingerly looks at his master, seeing the regret on his face. "It's not your fault, master. It is mine for having such untameable hair."

Wu lightly chuckles, before brushing the blood off his face with his fingertips. "It is not so untameable; I simply dislike caring for hair."

The young boy frowns, looking up at him and his long, golden blonde hair tied to a flat ponytail. "Is that why you never cut your hair?"

Wu flushes a bright red, before chuckling shyly. "Indeed… I just don't have the schedule for cutting it nowadays."

Morro frowns, "But you have time to cut my hair."

Wu looks as if he was found out, ears tipping downwards and tinged pink. He clears his throat awkwardly. "I believed I could cut your hair in a duration of an hour."

And yet, they spent an hour trying to twiddle through the white streaks of his hair to no avail.

The younger boy sorts through his shorter hair, jagged and unaligned. "I think I did it better."

"I guarantee you you did not."

Morro begins to frown, puffing his cheeks. "Yes, I did!"

"No." Wu takes the blade from the sink and keeps it on the folds of his gi. "You are going to need a proper barber to look at this. Frankly, I'll have Yves look at it."

"The Elemental Master of Smoke? NO!"

“I am not letting anyone look at you with your hair as messy as that.”

“Come on master, there are better barbers!” He clings to his yukata, but Wu was already humoring the situation.

“Come, let us greet Maya and Libber, inquire them of Yves so that he could visit us next time.” His golden eyes spot the speck of blood on Morro’s face. “... Right after we clean up the blood on your face.”

“I’m perfectly fine!” He says petulantly. He has gotten used to his face stinging like an ant has bitten him on the face.

“No, you are not. Come, let us wash up. And…” Wu grimaces at the sight of Morro’s now unequal haircut. “Attempt to find a way to hide what you did to your hair.”

“But I did good!”

“... Indeed, but I do not want you to face harassment in the guise of your hair having such a… rambunctious style.”

“... Do you think it’s cool?” Green-gold eyes meet xanthic ones, and the dam breaks even further.

“Yes, Morro,” Wu says with a smile, fingers shifting through his hair. Morro preens, continuing to coddle his gi. “I think it is cool, as you say.”

(Maya and Libber do not seem to think so— when Wu attempts to salvage the rest of his remaining hair, the two women enter to see what was going on, before bursting into horrified gasps at the sight of Morro’s desperately misaligned cutting, and Wu almost breaking down into tears at the sight of the hair on the floor.

“Wu, what have you done to his hair?!” Libber says with a baleful tone, as Maya puts her hands over her mouth in horror.

“I—I did not do anything!” He attempts to plead, but it falls on deaf ears. “I was trying to make it look like a passable haircut!”

“A passable haircut,” Maya repeats, humor on her tongue. “I see.”

Libber chortles, Wu blushes a bright red, and Morro continues to look confused, wondering if this means he will not have to meet up with Yves.)

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On Gender-critical disputes - Maya Forstater

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Helen Joyce comes up with really good allegories and mental models at the rate of about one a week. But the one that I keep coming back to is one she told me the first time I met her, when I was still scrambling to keep my job at CGD, and trying to understand how it was that my smart and normally convivial colleagues had succumbed to repeating and enforcing irrational, circular nonsense.

1=0

Helen (a mathematician by training) said that pretending that human beings can change sex is like saying 1=0, and that the rules and laws we use for sense-making and decision-making are like a series of interconnected equations. When the 1=0 untruth proliferates through them it breaks things: single-sex becomes mixed-sex, fair becomes unfair, truth becomes lie. It works like kryptonite on safeguards, and causes organisations to operate in direct opposition to their purpose. People who need or want to remain inside those institutions create layers of argument (which may be impenetrable even to themselves) in order to protect the untruth and avoid being cast out.

On the sidelines of FiLiA in October, Helen and I had a long conversation with Jane Clare Jones about our respective positions in the internecine feminist wars.

I’m a feminist in the Rebecca West sense. I don’t claim to know precisely what feminism is; “I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat, or a prostitute.” I subscribe to the radical notion that women are full human beings, but I don’t subscribe to radical feminism, because I think it’s fundamentally wrong about human nature. Still, I am happy to work with people with whom I disagree where we have common goals.

I have co-founded a human-rights organisation, and I think that the human-rights framework is the way to resolve the question of how society should treat people who identify as transgender (respect their basic human rights and liberties, but don’t respect their fantasy).

Pretending that 1=0 harms everyone’s human rights. It harms women and girls (and, as Julie Bindel points out, it hurts the most powerless women and girls first and hardest), but also parents and children, religious people, people who care about truth and people who care about science. Ultimately, it harms anyone who wants to be able to do their job with integrity, and the people who depend on institutions acting with integrity (which is everyone, but again the least powerful most of all).

So I will talk with everyone who cares about this truth, and who is not seeking to destroy basic human rights (the principle of being “worthy of respect in a democratic society”).

Like most ordinary women in this fight, I think that Woman’s Place UK has done an amazing job in holding indoor events and articulating left-wing arguments, and I think that Standing for Women does an amazing job in holding outdoor events where any woman can speak. The cross-party working with parliamentarians by political activists of all stripes is also crucial.

In our long discussion with Jane in Cardiff, I encouraged her to take her beef with those she disagrees with off Twitter and to write it in long-form, focusing on the principles rather than the interpersonal conflicts and hurts. She and her colleagues at Radical Notion have had a go at that this month.

https://theradicalnotion.org/gender-critical-disputes/

The essays and articles are long and winding (some of the footnotes are long enough to be blog posts in their own right). They add up to a broadside against people who work with anyone, the religious (Christians specifically), conservatives, and those with an evolutionary understanding of human psychology and society. Mary Harrington, Helen Joyce, Kellie-Jay Keen and Kathleen Stock all come in for personal criticism (Kellie-Jay Keen most of all).

I am she-who-cannot-be-named, but clearly I am one of the women doing-feminism-wrong.

I attend Standing for Women events and wear their merch; I follow @troonytunes; I view men dressing as women as a form of “womanface” (this is racist, apparently); I want to defend the word and concept of woman, not just female; I think Matt Walsh made a good film. I don’t think men who think they are women are oppressed, and I do think they can be laughed at.

Worse than this, I have taken part in events with Alliance Defending Freedom, and have even gone for a drink with them afterwards. I refused to denounce Kellie-Jay Keen because Hearts of Oak came to the Standing for Women event in Brighton and made a video. All this puts me outside the narrow bounds of acceptability defined by the Radical Notion team. Fair enough, that’s their party. I never applied to be part of the sisterhood. I don’t see much hope for it having mass appeal, though.

The criticisms of Kellie-Jay Keen, Kathleen Stock, Helen Joyce and Mary Harrington are long, personal, wrong and tedious (I just don’t recognise much of what they are describing and it would take me far too long to explain why). The articles vacillate incoherently between “we are not the same movement” and “we are mobilizing as a collective”.

Blame it on the Patriarchy

I think the reason the authors end up making long-winded and unsatisfactory arguments is because they start out from an idea about the world that is fundamentally wrong.

The editorial piece by Rose Rickford spells out the 1=0 statement in its first line: “Patriarchy is not universal, and it is not inevitable. It was developed by people through historical processes for the material purpose of controlling and appropriating women’s bodies and labour.

I think the idea that the thing called “patriarchy” was overlaid on top of (and after) the evolution of human bodies and minds is just as untrue as the idea that men can become women, or the nonsense that the “binary system of gender” is a Western, colonial export.

Every human being who was ever born was gestated inside the body of a woman (and until 1983 that woman was in every case the biological mother of that child). A foetus “appropriates” its mother’s body progressively from the moment of conception, stripping the calcium from her teeth and bones if it needs to, squashing her organs and stretching her pelvis. A baby may kill its mother on its way out. The whole process is primal and brutal. It is inevitable, universal, and in no sense man-made. “Patriarchy”, if it means appropriating women’s bodies for the production of children, is baked-in.

We share the basics of this with other animals, but human beings have some specific features: hidden ovulation (and therefore uncertain paternity) and long, dependent childhoods. It is our long and labour-intensive childhood that enables our species to be uniquely versatile in the ecological niches it occupies, and devastatingly creative in the problems we solve and create for each other. Human behavioural and intellectual flexibility, big brains, long dependent childhoods, painful birth, uncertain paternity, intensive parental involvement and sexual politics are inherent to humanity (it’s what the Bible seeks to explain in the story of The Fall).

The mother-child dyad and the mother-father-child triad are essential parts of who we are, in the same way that women are the “big gamete” people and men the “small gamete” ones. And this is not just about infancy. For a child to survive to reproductive adulthood, it must “appropriate” resources (food, energy, attention and protection), almost always from its mother and usually from its father too, for 15 years or more. Social structures co-evolved alongside the bodies and minds built to do this (men built for the small-gamete route to the future and women for the large-gamete one).

There are no societies that do not view nuclear family relationships as centrally important. The emotions that underpin them — lust, love, shame, sexual jealousy, the parent-child bond, guilt, anger, pride and so on — are evolved and universally recognisable.

There are no societies where women are not vulnerable to rape, or where men are not capable of it. There are no societies where women do not bear the risks and physical impacts of pregnancy, and the responsibility for their infants. There are no societies where men are not on average stronger, faster and more powerful than women. There are no societies where the question of who is the father of the child, and the role of the father in providing for that child, are not viewed as important, or which lack social norms, status and structures reflecting this.

The idea that these features of “patriarchy” did not co-evolve with our big-brained, creative, flexible, language-using species is as improbable as people being “born in the wrong body”.

While I recognise the painful split that Jane describes, her division of the two teams into “true feminists” and “gender-critical identitarianism” is off the mark.

I think what we are seeing is the contradictions of a philosophy that does not make sense (it envisages a world where male violence is universal, but not biological; where women and men’s interests are negotiated on a “sex-class” basis; where family can be replaced by collective, and where prosperity exists without capitalism). It is another case of when ideology meets reality.

By contrast, what might be called “Mumsnet feminism” focuses on the messy material reality of mothers, fathers (good and bad, present and absent) and children, who need care and protection. It may be low on theory but it can see gender ideology and queer theory for what it is; an attack on the social structures that protect children (many of which are derided as part of the patriarchy by those who see the world this way).

A key theme running through criticisms of the “populists” in the magazine is disapproval at calling-out the behaviour of male sexual deviants in dresses, and at “othering” people who pretend to be the opposite sex.

But this is the dark heart of what we have not been allowed to talk about. Pronouns are rohypnol. Language is an evolved, hard-wired risk-appraisal protocol. So too is the ability to see things, say what we see and recognise patterns. The moral disgust reflex is part of this. So too is laughter and ridicule.

Jane argues that we should try to repress feelings of distaste, disgust or mirth at men in women’s clothing (and sometimes that is the polite or prudent thing to do). But encouraging people to repress the tools of pattern recognition and risk appraisal, and cast-out those who don’t is how the gender ideology movement works. It make things unsayable and lowers people’s barriers. Men in women’s spaces should raise alarm. This is the practical truth that the thought-control and language-control has been trying to obscure.

Freedom of expression, the ability to make arguments and observations in plain, simple language is crucial. So too is the ability to mock and laugh (which is a means of saying that something isn’t right). None of this should be forbidden.

I hope that when the battle for clarity about biological sex in law and policy has been won, a new Darwinian feminist synthesis might develop. Understanding how we came to be does not mean accepting that we cannot change anything.

Right now, though, I am busy trying to work with and communicate with whoever is concerned by gender ideology. Jane Clare Jones and her colleagues may choose to work with a smaller circle that doesn’t include me, or Helen, Kellie-Jay, Kathleen Stock or Mary Harrington, or religious women and men, or conservative women and men, or so many ordinary people who just want to say men are not women, and children need protecting.

In a choice between being part of an ideologically pure sisterhood and pragmatic and effective impact, I would chose impact.

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