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𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 ─ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─ who out of the jujutsu kaisen men would have an onlyfans account + what their content would consist of.

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꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

-ˏˋ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 ˊˎ˗

This pretty little rich boy isn’t even in it for the money, he just loves the attention. Satoru knows he’s attractive and basks in the stares and whispers from passersby. A woman at a club jokingly suggested that he should have an Onlyfans account (after sucking his dick in the bathroom mind you) and a lightbulb went off in his head. That night he went home, set up his account, and made his first post; a late night video of him in bed stroking his cock languidly. The clip was short, but just enough to make people want more. next thing you know, he’s skyrocketing in subscribers.

Satoru’s content consists of him using the numerous toys subscribers have bought for him from fleshlights and vibrating cockrings. He’s best known for how pretty he is, but also how equally as pretty his cock is. When you come into the picture, if you’re okay with it, he starts including you in some of his content. He first teases his audience with a video of your pretty little hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it expertly as bursts of cum are released. That quickly escalates to videos of the two of you fucking in a series of public places.

Muffled whines and low pants fill the compact dressing room as Satoru ruts into you from behind. One hand is tightly clamped over your mouth, the other is rubbing tight circles on your clit. You look back at him over your shoulder with pleading eyes, begging for mercy. Your pleasure is soon obstructed by fear at the sound of a knock on the door.

“Is everything alright ma’am?”

A wicked grin stretches across your lover’s face. He removes his hand from your mouth and gives the lobe of your ear an encouraging nibble.

“Y-yes!” You call out to the attendant on the other side of the door, trying your absolute best to not sound as fucked out as you felt. “The skirt is just…a bit tighter than I thought.”

“Oh! No worries, I’ll be right back with another size!”

“Atta girl.” Satoru purrs against your cheek. “Now look into the camera and cum before the nice saleslady comes back.”

-ˏˋ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 ˊˎ˗

This man can FUCK. And he knows he can fuck, so really deciding to make a couple’s Onlyfans isn’t out of the blue. The two of you already had a small personal collection of sex tapes. Toji liked to have a reminder of you whenever a job was taking longer than expected and he had to be away from you. While watching one of his favorites, he shoots you a text:

Toji ♡ we could make a shit ton of money from this

You know this man is all about his money. And so, you do. Your account is completely secret and you never show your faces, Toji’s body alone is enough to reign in the masses. He channels his resourcefulness as an assassin through Shibari – the main selling point of your account. You and Toji’s content consists of him tying you up in various positions and fucking you in them. The audience thoroughly enjoys seeing his rippling muscles flex. They love how his hands look as they tug and loop rope around your body. The more intricate the binding, the better. Bonus points if the rope being used is red. Fans have offered to send you both different colors of rope, but Toji is too possessive to see your beautiful body wrapped in something that he didn’t buy. Truthfully, he’d much rather die.

Tears gently kiss your cheeks as Toji’s cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat. Your body is bare, bound and suspended in the air. The man grips the ropes on either side of you for leverage, effectively fucking your mouth. Gruff grunts and groans escape his lips as he uses you freely.

“Look at me. That’s my fucking good girl. Look how fucking pretty you look.”

You gasp sharply when he suddenly pulls away, leaving you jaw slacked and panting for oxygen. He studies your feeble expression before deeply chuckling, circling around you. The blunt tip of the head of his dick prods at your entrance.

“Now be a good little fuck doll for me.”

With one fluent thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself inside of you.

-ˏˋ 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ˊˎ˗

Let’s be fucking real, this man was only enticed into the prospect of an Onlyfans because it meant more people got to witness him humiliating his little slut. The man is a sadist. Nothing makes his dick harder than the masses watching you get fucked to the brink of passing out, drooling mindlessly. It’s as simple as that.

Your body aggressively jerks around on the bed as Sukuna jackhammers in and out of you at a grueling pace. Two long tattooed fingers are in your mouth, holding it wide open. You can’t even recognize the noises you’re making, they’re more pornographic than anything your body has ever produced. The camera is focused on your fucked out expression. Just as your eyes begin to roll back into your skull and the white of eyes peek out, Sukuna lays a sharp slap to your cheek. He tugs at the belt wrapped around your throat.

“Aw pet, you’re drooling all over yourself.” He coos condescending, removing his fingers from your mouth and smearing your saliva across your lips and cheeks. “Can you at least use that dumb baby brain to tell everyone how good you’re getting fucked?”

Incoherent whines are all you manage to get out. Sukuna roars with laughter, enjoying every second of your indignity.

-ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎 ˊˎ˗

Okay hear me out; modern day Mahito who is a broke philosophy major in need of extra income. He already gets a lot of attention on social media thanks to his unique style and appearance and eccentric personality, why not capitalize off of it for his betterment? Besides, he already has the perfect little thing to play with – you. Your Onlyfans account isn’t anything out of the ordinary. It mainly consists of immaculately shot footage of Mahito fucking you, the sun somehow shining on the both of you perfectly. He garnered a lot of his subscribers, mostly women, from the abundance of videos of him eating your pussy like it was his last meal.

There was no sight prettier than your Mahito in between your legs, gazing up at you with those heterochromia eyes like you hung the stars in the sky. His lips were glistening with your arousal as they wrapped around your clit, suckling on it as he curled the two fingers inside of you upward.

“Baby!” You cry, tangling your hands into his pale aquamarine locks.

He giggles into your cunt, pulling his fingers out and licking a stripe from your slit to your clit. His tongue finds its way back to your entrance. Mahito fucks you with the muscle before sitting up and hiking your legs up onto his shoulders. The camera now has an idyllic shot of Mahtio’s muscled torso, the black ink of his barbwire tattoos contrasting beautifully against his porcelain skin. He grabs his cock with one hand and taps it against your glistening nub teasingly before guiding himself inside of you.

“Oh fuck, pretty girl. You have the best fucking pussy.”

-ˏˋ𝐀𝐎𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎 ˊˎ˗

Aoi is a simple man; you’re attractive, he’s attractive, and you both just so happen to be in a sexually active relationship – why not show off? This big boy is whipped™️ with a capital W, so if Onlyfans was your idea he agreed without hesitation. He will give you things before you even ask for them because you’re his baby and he loves you. Speaking of showing off, Aoi has the strength of a thousand suns and it’s no secret that he enjoys flaunting his power. That being said, the selling point of your Onlyfans account is obviously size kink. Aoi can fuck you in positions that are seemingly only possible in professional porn. Your man is an Adonis who can do anything. Nothing is off limits.

Your legs are hooked on the crook of Aoi’s arms as he bounces you up and down his thick member. Your hands grip the nape of his neck desperately. High pitched cries escape your lips with each slam of his cock. All you can do is hold on to your lover and take it. He sets the pace. You’re at mercy to his pleasure.

“Take it, babygirl. That’s it.” He growls.

He’s completely in the zone, staring at you like a frenzied Great White shark that just got a whiff of blood in the ocean. Without unsheathing you from his cock, he effortlessly flips you around and pressed your legs up until your ankles are kissing your ears, effectively folding you in half – all while still standing.

“Ready for the grand finale, baby?”

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.... -ˏˋ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 ˊˎ˗

I have lots of mixed feelings on our dear Suguru. If he ever agreed to create an Onlyfans account with you, it would only be after lots and lots of thinking and rationalizing. He would take months to weigh the pros and cons before coming to a decision. You wouldn’t even be regular uploaders, to be honest. Your account is more of an “if we’re horny and feel like recording, then we’ll record” type of account.

#satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #mahito x reader #mahito smut #mahito jjk #aoi todo x reader #aoi todo smut #todo x reader #todo smut #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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dragonseeds · 6 months

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what are your thoughts on rhaegar and lyanna?

oh i love them! there’s all this talk of them haunting the narrative and they do, but i’d take it further and say they are the black hole at the center of the story. the choices that they made, starting with lyanna’s decision to defend howland reed and what that meant to both him and rhaegar, who was very likely at his lowest point at harrenhal after the ruination of his careful plans, touched or changed the lives of every character and plot line in the series. the story itself is such a fun mashup of tristan and iseult, lancelot and guinevere, helen and paris, the fall of camelot and all of arthuriana really, the classic trope of the princess in the tower and the dragon and the knight: all of that in one couple and we don’t get to experience any of it with them. we can guess and speculate, but we can never truly know them. we experience their story only through the memories the people who survived the war they ostensibly kicked off, and those memories are all heavily colored by trauma, guilt, nostalgia—alternately faded and sharpened by time. it’s this incredibly fun and brilliant reconstruction of some of the most enduring tragedies in folklore and mythology and i adore it.

hate beyond articulation the way asoiaf.tumblr.edu approaches their relationship and the individual characterizations of both of them, though. just absolutely some of the most insufferably sanctimonious disingenuous decontextualized analysis i’ve ever experienced—much of that coming from people viewing this through a historical lense instead of a thematic one. like, imagine approaching the battle of the trident as “rhaegar is a bad person for fighting for his father who was evil! he lost the moral high ground with that one” as opposed to “rhaegar as a character exists to fail and die; he was the last dragon, carrying the unbearable weight of his family’s legacy and the burden of the prophecy for which they conquered westeros: the end of his life is the end of the targaryen dynasty. he must fail and he must die, so that dany and jon can grow up free of that weight and that power. daenerys gets to redefine what it means to be targaryen on her own terms. she and jon separately and unknowingly do the things that he thought he had to do—the things he was conceived and born to do—but never knew how: they do it because of their circumstances, because of the people that they have grown into, because they believe it is their duty, because they have the power to do it.” also, like, re: interpretations of battle of the trident, is there maybe another battle that occurs later in the series that is exactly the same thematically and contextually? where perhaps a character who was missing for a while shows up on the eve of battle, knowing that the opposition is right and their cause is just but that his family will die if he doesn’t fight with them? anything that adds an extra layer of meaning to what happens, aside from dany’s own connection—which is not as thematically similar but is still incredibly meaningful. like i certainly don’t think there’s any one interpretation of a character or story, but the worst ones are consistently applied to rhaegar.

and then with lyanna in particular, it’s like people cannot stomach her or find her sympathetic as a character unless they’re wallowing in her eternal victimhood. the constant dismissal of the importance of lyanna’s actions and what they meant to rhaegar is pure misogyny, by the way. her choices and her agency, the inherent meaningfulness of the struggle for both of those things in a system that seeks to reduce her to her body and the use men can make of it—all of that is important. the person she was and what that meant to people was important, but from the way i most often see her discussed, it’s like her gendered death is the only thing that matters. it’s okay to lament her because she got crushed by the wheel. if she hadn’t, if she wasn’t a victim to write flagellatory meta about, she would be a hypocrite, someone who needed to learn a lesson—as difficult for some of these people to relate to as dany or rhaenyra apparently are.

like, it’s just wild to me because her kindness to howland reed and her choice to defend him, to disguise herself as the knight of the laughing tree and risk her life and reputation to fight for him—is the answer to and the embodiment of one of the most thematically significant questions in the series. we see it most prominently in dany’s chapters because she asks it directly: why do the gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can’t protect themselves? that’s what lyanna did, when no one else was doing it: she had more honor than any knight at that tourney or any man sitting on the small council, and it meant something to rhaegar. like what about this is hard to understand? i think he must have idealized her immediately: she must have seemed like something out of a song or a story to him, and rhaegar was a singer, a songwriter, a bard: he knows how stories are supposed to go—how to finish a song, or at least he thought he did.

bran, who also loves stories, says it himself: “and the mystery knight should win the tourney, defeating every challenger, and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty.” like obviously bran has some critiques i cut out, but he has the ending right—only the wolf maid was the knight, and she couldn’t have won. in the feudal gender prison, women are rewarded for being beautiful and their worth is derived from that and from what their bodies provide. she should’ve won the whole thing, but the system doesn’t allow that, so rhaegar—in a fit of single-minded capital r romantic hero idiocy—dedicates himself to winning the tourney to honor her in the only way he can: the only way the system allows him to recognize her. it was the worst possible move he could make at that time because of the romantic connotations, but i love him for doing it, as stupid as it was and even though there is no way it didn’t hurt and humiliate elia, or make him look terrible when he desperately needed to make a good impression on the lords of the realm—it’s just such a Moment. being reminded that there’s good in the world—feeling hope in the face of endless abject overwhelming despair—how do you express gratitude for that? the idea that he could only doing it by hurting someone who didn’t deserve it and making himself look like an ass is fucking awesome. i’m genuinely so sorry for people are incapable of enjoying that. could not be me!

but that’s just my interpretation of what happened at harrenhal. like i said, part of why i like them so much is that we truly don’t know. while i love darker relationships in general, the idea that he crowned her at harrenhal because he wanted to impregnate her then does not work for me. it’s a popular theory, but it renders some of the very few contextual clues we are given about what happened meaningless. for one, he didn’t know that elia wouldn’t be able to have more children at that time. this was discovered after she gave birth to aegon, and that is the point at which the question of the third child appears to have become a motivating factor for him. i personally think he left for the riverlands to consult with the ghost of high heart—the one whose prophecy is the reason he was born, the reason is parents were forced to marry, the reason his family burned alive the night he came into the world—and ran into lyanna somewhere near harrenhal. it’s possible he had been in contact with her prior to this (how? without her family knowing? what are the logistics of that?) but i think it’s just as likely it was pure chance. i really like the idea that his crowning her queen of love and beauty caused lyanna’s father to set a date for her wedding to robert or talk of moving it up, maybe even suggest a double wedding at riverrun, which would have almost certainly caused her to balk. either way, high heart is located between harrenhal and riverrun. arya also stops there while she’s kidnapped by the brotherhood without banners on the way to ransom her to her family at riverrun, and they trade songs to the ghost for her dreams and prophecies. i think it’s worth noting because arya’s journey in the riverlands mirrors lyanna’s right down to her “death” as arya stark when she leaves for braavos, paying the ferryman’s fee with the coin jaqen h’ghar gave her—just as jon’s journey at the wall mirrors rhaegar’s in many ways right up until his own death.

i also don’t think rhaegar and lyanna eloped because they were in love—this is implied by lyanna’s famous quote—but that they did come to love each other deeply, which is suggested by the way they died: her roses and him saying her name. notably, rhaegar did not leave the tower of his own volition—someone had to come and get him with news of war, which is hilarious because i think the tower of joy is right in the middle of like three major battles of the rebellion? like quite frankly, if he didn’t love her or care for anything beyond the prophecy and if she didn’t love him despite how badly things went wrong, then where in their story is the heart in conflict with itself?

i do want to clarify that i love the tower entrapment and the power imbalance aspects of their relationship as much as i love (what i interpret as) the genuine respect for each other that grew into love: it’s really the tension of those disparate elements that interests me. a dragon can love the maiden, but he’s only ever a dragon—still liable to hoard her like treasure or burn her up and rip her open trying to be gentle, to protect. that FUCKS, sorry! love is sweet and hopeful, but it’s also at exactly the same time horror, consumption, destruction.

idk it’s myopic to act like the beginning or the ending of their relationship—of their lives—is the summation of it. i think people want their story to be easy when it’s not: a clear case of a villain and his victims where everyone knows who to root for and no one has to think too much about things that are difficult or uncomfortable, questions where there probably isn’t an answer that doesn’t hurt someone. what a sad, tedious way to approach any text, but specifically this one. i’ve sometimes seen it suggested that if their story is romantic then it’s an endorsement or justification of all the “bad” things that happened because of it, and that’s also stupid. grrm as an author is never going to be someone who tells us how to feel about anything: he presents these characters and situations, often as a means of exploring certain facets of the human condition, and each of us has to come up with our own answers and find our own meaning. i don’t think he always knows what he means, or what those answers are, you know? but for me rhaegar and lyanna are one of the most fascinating parts of story, and whatever the truth is—if we ever find out—i can’t imagine a scenario where i don’t love them or find them really interesting and wonderfully sad.

#lyanna stark #rhaegar targaryen #rhaelya #i’d apologize for this being so long but u have got to all be used to me by now #like i couldn’t be succinct at gunpoint #or coherent apparently #and especially not about this like i’m not normal about either of them #also just to clarify because this kind of turned into a rant: none of this applies to people i follow #but like. i sincerely think that 90% of the meta about them (individually + their relationship) is bad lol #and part of that is bc so much of it is based on fanon instead of what is actually in the books #and that frustration really comes through in this post and i regret that but it’s out there now lol #asoiaf

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ammy-gordon · 11 days

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Shut the fuckup mudshark, America will always be white!!! The fuck you know about you cock-breath. Black people are ugly, their women are skanky and obese, their men ugly, this phase will die out and so will people like you. Everyone wants white guys go to fucking Africa bitch

Wow real classy! Ok here's a study that found that women rated black faces as more attractive.

''Here, however, it was found that, on average, the 100 Black male faces were perceived as more attractive than the 100 White male faces. This result is consistent with the findings of Lewis (2010) although the Black/White contrast was not explicitly reported in that article. One can conclude, therefore, that if one uses a set of faces that is representative of the populations then Black males are seen as more attractive than White males. The current findings that Black males are seen as stronger, more dominant and more masculine than White faces are consistent with Wade el al.’s findings. Unlike Wade at al’s findings, Black faces were perceived as being more socially competent than White faces but there was no robust difference for perceived warmth. Mixed-race faces, within this set, were not significantly different in their attractiveness from Black faces (unlike as reported in Lewis, 2010). Analysis of the mixed-race faces in isolation meant that any potential effect of hybrid vigor could be eliminated. In this way, they allowed for a correlational exploration of the relationship between race and attractiveness. The findings were that those male faces that were seen as being more Black were also seen as being more attractive''

Sci-Hub | Who is the fairest of them all? Race, attractiveness and skin color sexual dimorphism. Personality and Individual Differences, 50(2), 159–162 | 10.1016/j.paid.2010.09.018

No wonder women from all races wanting them

And your claim of black women being obese:

America in general have a very wrong sense of what obesity is, by definition "A disorder involving excessive body fat that increases the risk of health problems and normal functioning of the individual"

The keyword here being functionality, here's the study of obesity and functionality of different groups

What you consider obese cuz they're black is passed on genetically to function a certain way, as in black people have higher percentage of fat deposits in areas which is necessary for their role as mothers. Big wide hips to be able to birt multiple children, similar reasons for bigger breasts. And these traits have been selectively passed down through generations and that is the reason why black people are so strong physically

Had it been a white woman with similar features you'd have drooled your way into her dms compliment her mommy, pawg and whatnot... Whilst it clearly appearing odd

If we're talking about beauty generally you guys have been relevant cuz you got access to media first and have been brainwashing people since, cuz it's clearly evident

Your women wish to be like this and that is why we're seeing cultural phenomenon like this

Every white woman knows this they want their children prettier and healthier that's why the dating scene in white spaces be like

These aren't mudshark are they? They're smart and successful women unlike us so why are they choosing black men ?

These conservative right wing women of yours all have one thing in common, know what ?

So curb your bias and accept the truth Mr Aryan Protector

You wish you could ever have something as pretty as this

#africanization #beauty standards #black is better #blackisbeautiful #black beauty #afrocentrism #cultural assimilation

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blackstarchanx3new · 10 months

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Sorry for spamming your notifs I was just wondering if you have any lineart/ coloring tips!

Im trying to improve my art and your style is perfect!!!

A joy you'd ask such an extensive question: I recorded a quick timelapse (Sorry I don't control the speed on Clip Studio)

I draw with vector layers for line art, meaning I can erase overlapping lines SUPER easy with a Vector eraser:

To make them not highlighted in orange btw (For CSP specifically) I believe you gotta go into "View" and "turn off vector paths".

I usually have a layer behind the characters that is "Grey" so I know where I've colored until I change it to black with protect Alpha.

In GENREAL advice I'd give: Do "Figure drawings" I think they're called. VERY QUICK rough sketches to get a figure/pose down. I draw like a speed demon because I don't focus on "Getting lines perfect" either. Paper is a less forgiving medium, when I was a kid (And even now) i sketch on paper with Pen. NO MISTAKES. WE DIE LIKE MEN. It makes you think a lot more about "How am I gonna do this right the first time" Basically: Your boy is quick, he likes to do it in 1 go and art style is pretty simple. Affective for making comics FAST. Which is what I care about since my stories/dialogue are kinda the highlight not the pictures, they just take my stuff to THE NEXT LEVEL. :)

Lately I've been trying to "Care less" about getting perfect clean line art (Tbh I think I've always cared a little less because SOME PEOPLE SPEND 8 HOURS ON A DRAWING AND HALF THE TIME THEY SPENT WAS ERASING SHIT. I COULD NOT. O.O)

The need for speed is because I need to make so many pages for all my comics in a timely manor.

Looking at AOT's butt ugly art and Chainsaw man's beautiful scratchy lines made me realize I was being way to uptight about my own shit looking "Perfect". So I've tried to be more fluid with it.

Speaking of: I recommend anyone who likes manga to try to mimic some art styles to learn stuff. "Why'd they do xy or z" "How'd they achieve x" ya know? Here's two of my avatars from my zelda videos (OOT is still in progress)

But it also depends on what you're TRYING to go for:

I don't WANT/NEED a consistent art style. I mostly just do whatever I feel fits whatever I'm working on. "On model" isn't in my vocabulary. X'D

I recommend studying anatomy because it REALLY amped up my abilities to draw the human body better. Full figure drawings, don't run away from things you might be bad at. X'D (Or work with what you do, I am shit at drawing hands, so they'll turn into weird monstrosities but nobody's said anything yet! XD)

People are seemingly willing to forgive a lot of mistakes: If it's funny. X'D I gotta try harder in serious scenes hahaha. Also having weird as fuck/abstract character design like my boys Ball and Bat

You're not gonna question anatomy choices for a thing that looks like THAT.

Simple character design is my passion~

For coloring: Outside of me understanding basic color theory I just do what makes my brain go BRRR so I can't really DESCRIBE why I like what I like? X'D

But here's some of my color palettes! I implore anyone to use them if they like them. They're not some trade secret, they're just colors.

Anyways that's all I got hope it helps. XD

#Art tips #Art #illustration #art style #artists on tumblr

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bedlamsbard · 11 months

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“The soldier,” Thanos said. He flinched a little as one of Natasha’s widow’s stings hit him in the side of the head, but brushed it off as if it was nothing more than a mosquito bite. “The man out of…time.”

Thanos let the last word linger there between them. The Stones set across his knuckles glittered in the fading sunlight as he turned his left hand over, thoughtful.

He was a kid playing with a new toy, the kind of boy who burned the wings off flies with a magnifying glass and a sunbeam. Steve knew the exact instant Thanos realized he could use more than one of the Stones at the same time.

March 1945: With the deaths of Johann Schmidt and Steve Rogers only a month old, the SSR has spent the intervening weeks hunting down the last of Hydra’s holdouts. When Peggy Carter and the Howling Commandos are unexpectedly called back to London, however, the return of Steve Rogers from beyond the grave raises more questions than it answers – and draws the attention of a dangerous new enemy. (Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff)

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“For what it’s worth,” Natasha said eventually, “I told Steve when we got here, after we’d figured out what had happened, that he didn’t have to – to stay with me. I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life and what happened to Steve is some of the worst. Not the worst –” Peggy, her hands frozen on Natasha’s skull, felt the other woman’s jaw work briefly. “– but it’s up there. If he had a second chance, I wanted him to have the option to take it.”

Peggy forced herself to start moving again, dolloping more henna onto Natasha’s hair, which was beginning to take on the general color and consistency of swamp mud. “Do you really think that Steve would do that?”

Do you really think I’d throw over a woman I love because I might have a chance at someone else? Steve had asked Peggy only a few hours ago, sounding genuinely shocked. Do you really want me to be the kind of guy who’d do that?

Peggy would have liked to say no, since she had known too many men who would and did do just that, including the man she had thought she would marry in the spring of 1939, when all of Europe had still been holding its breath waiting to find out if war really would come about. But it would be different, she thought, if it was for her and not someone else.

She saw Natasha’s face do something complicated in the mirror before she said simply, “I’m not the kind of woman who gets to have men like Steve Rogers.”

Peggy didn’t ask what she meant; Natasha had told her herself back at headquarters. Traitor, she thought, though her hands didn’t stop as she continued to massage henna into Natasha’s hair. Spy. Assassin. Which was just another word for murderer.

Peggy had killed men in cold blood, but that had been war.

She knew Steve well enough to know that none of that mattered to him.

She took a deep breath, resisting the urge to scream, and said, “Tell me what happened two years ago.”

“In 1943?” Natasha said. “You’d know better than me.”

“In 2016.”

#my fic #of home near #iw time travel concept #as always comments are appreciated

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Hi! Tbf I’m quite new to all this but what is the proof or why everyone thinks Alex and Janelle were dating again? Seems weird as I remember them back in the day and seeing thing make me think wtf 😅

So when I was making the Lisex separation timeline I fully realized just how much Alex/Janelle were impossible to pin down. Truly running on motherfucking vibes. If at the end of this you aren’t convinced I’m not even mad because when I say you had to be there noticing pretty normal posts in real time, I mean it!

Lemme start with including this little piece of crazy because personally(!!) I think in some way she helped fuel the Lisex separation. Alex is grown and he made whatever decisions may have lead to his farm vacation, but I cannot shake the way some things add up.

But fr, lemme just start with the singular Biggest Thing of her in his Magna Carta tshirt. If you aren't convinced with this being the biggest thing I Get It.

The first time we know of Alex and Janelle in the same space also happens to be the first time we see Alex being social in LA and shitfaced and having fun and they are scandalously (lol) sitting together on a counter. Suspicion starts immediately which seems unfair and yet

After that, she’s just always around. The only women seen here are girls who are dating these mens.

The rest of 2021 she is AT. THE. SHOWS. Erin and Shay are around often but she is everywhere! And she was never at ATL shows like this before when being besties with Jack.

Their first show is a drive in in Ventura, so LA adjacent, fine.

Their first proper show in Nashville

Lollapolooza - She had said Lolla was her first festival and she went for ATL? Friends? She gave good overalls content from the aftershow tho. Alex stays to hang at the gig with the girlies and to watch Miley

Back in Nashville for Sad Summer

She went to Vegas for their 2 in 1 day iHeart and Life is Beautiful performances which only Nano’s and Zack’s gfs went to

The comment about colored boxer briefs seemed ?? because of Alex wearing those jeans with high rips

She went in the pit at the LA show

There was a whole thing about a fan spotting them "on a date” at this Star Wars/nerd bar in LA called Scum and Villainy. Unfortunately the original blog that posted about it is deleted now.

Alex singing “Closing Time” at the end of a party and saying “time for Janelle to call us a car back home” and even this is like, well is he saying us as in he and Janelle? Or us as in the perspective of the other girls and Janelle is the one taking care? ???

She goes to AlterEgo in LA with several gfs + Erin. This is from after.

On Valentine’s Day, all the gf’s post about missing their mens because the guys were out of town and the LA girlies go out together. Janelle is always with the known gfs.

We will all die swearing this was a double date we cannot prove

She did her friend’s podcast and ?👂?

Now, Alex’s likes are pretty consistent but he doesn’t like the tshirt post and then becomes much less consistent. Not everything, but not nothing.

May is Erin’s birthday and everyone except Alex and Nano go to Mexico with the rest of the gang, but Alex does make this brunch. It’s nothing but seemed like it should be included idk. Alex and Janelle did sit next to each other but like, so what.

Granted this year has been super weird, but this was the last semi interesting thing she posted directly of ATL. Other friends/gfs went to this per usual but for once, not Janelle.

And then came the Halsey post and this questionable little jab and Alex swinging back to Lisa. There was this progression from being with the ATL crew all the time and then suddenly being back with her previous friend group more consistently again.

In conclusion, my gut says absolutely they were hooking up but I pretty much felt like this the entire time because who the fuck knows. So much blatant nothing between them felt like Something.

#I’ve never taken so long on an assignment but it has been a rollercoaster of a 2 weeks #and my laptop is broken rn this is so hard on mobile #I think I’ve made all the recaps I care to for now and I’m gonna take a nap #answered ask #awg #for more nothing lurk my tags #janelle #jh #recap #I love that this post is for me

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☼☾ ( gemma chan , 36 , she/her , cisgender female , wolfenbuttel 3) - have you seen ROSINA WOLFENBUTTEL? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re DIGNIFIED but also RESENTFUL. when you think of them , you think of SLENDER FINGERS POISED ABOVE IVORY PIANO KEYS, LETTING THE MUFFLED SOUNDS INFIDELITY LULL YOU TO SLEEP, AND ALLOWING HATRED TO FESTER IN THE WOUNDS HE CREATED.

if you prick us, do we not bleed?

name: rosina wolfenbuttel birth name: 姜小宛 ( jiang xiaowan ) title: duchess; betrothed to duke frederick age: 36 pronouns: she/her gender: cisgender female nation: brunswick nation of birth: china orientation: bisexual/biromantic

if you tickle us, do we not laugh?

hair: black height: 5 feet, 9 inches eye color: dark brown positive traits: compassionate, romantic, vivacious neutral traits: optimistic, ascetic, delicate negative traits: scornful, calculating, vindictive love language: physical touch, quality time vice(s): pride likes: playing her piano, writing home to her sister, managing the affairs of brunswick estate, walking through the gardens, getting fitted for gowns, gossiping, attending church services, sharing her culture, listening to orchestral music, frederick's frown. dislikes: anything capable of dirtying her dresses, being the last to be told information, the stench of tobacco, windy days, heights, silence, being wronged, frederick.

if you poison us, do we not die?

tw: infidelity and infertility

xiaowan was the eldest daughter born to the duke of the first rank, a title bestowed upon her father for his work in the imperial army. it was this connection that landed her a sponsorship to brunswick. having shown both an affinity and natural talent for the piano, she was taken under the wing of brunswick's most accomplished composers. it was during this time that she met him: frederick wolfenbuttel. this was her destiny. he was her future. suddenly it made sense; it wasn't a matter of fate, but faith. just as she had given herself to god, he had given her frederick. she adopted the name rosina after her favorite pianist, rosina cannabich, and bathed herself in frederick's adoration, allowing his love to soothe the beating heart she wore upon her sleeve. and she was loving, god was she loving. consistently doting on her husband and writing home to her sister just now lucky she was to have settled into such an ardent marriage - but even a woman of faith such as herself could not convince the omniscient entity up in heaven that she was deserving of a glorious life. after failing to convince for the entirety of her marriage, she still managed to reassure herself that one day the seed of an heir would plant itself insider her womb, and finally rosina and frederick's family would feel complete. but as the years passed the two only grew distant and frederick, unfaithful. still, rosina never strayed. never even looked the way of men who weren't the man she promised herself to. but that was then. and france? oh, france was now. her vows no longer belonged to fredrick, but to vengeance. retribution. rosina ensured the estate was cared for. rosina checked on the wellbeing of the servants. rosina corroborated every story, every lie frederick uttered. and so, it's only natural that it be rosina to take brunswick. to end frederick wolfenbuttel. to watch him suffer just as he did her.

and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

tw: loss of faith

☼ rosina wants revenge. against frederick. against bernadette. against brunswick. hell, against the entirety of the human race. this is her purpose in france. ☼ she has grown further from religion. why would her god allow such a heinous act to take place under her roof. didn't she pray enough? wasn't she faithful enough? so then why wasn't she enough? ☼ "poor rosina. how could the duke do this to such a lovely woman? dignified. classy. noble." this may have been true, once upon a time. back when her husband occupied the space next to her. when their hands held on to one another. now? it's a farce. the more people she can turn against that bastard, the better. allies will legitimize her rule. when she rules. because she will. she'll make sure of it. ☼ she does not want frederick dead. no. that's too easy. egocentric playboys deserve to watch their life turn to dust. to shambles. unable to do a thing but sit and watch as the relationships forged between fathers and grandfathers crumble under the weight of your actions. the knowledge that you are responsible.

"heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."

paramour: if frederick can have one, why can't she? sick of remaining faithful to a man with no intention of doing the same, she finds comfort in your embrace. whether or not love will bloom can be discussed! note: this is a new lover, one she meets in france as she has only recently allowed herself to push her husband to the back of her mind. accomplice: for whatever reason, you offer to help rosina enact her revenge. she doesn't want your aid, nor does she think she needs it. and yet, your company is strangely encouraging. bonus for this doubling as an enemies to lovers. and as always, bring on the friends.

#francehq.intro #rosina ⊱⋅•⋅ intro #god i love her so much

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MCU’s Multiverse of Madness vs. VLD

A friend streamed for me Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness today after hearing that it was similar to Voltron: Legendary Defender Season 8, but if s8 were good? So I’ve watched it, and I have thoughts. There are definite similarities, but I’m not sure these are enjoyable similarities, lol. So I’m just thinking out loud about what in the world I just watched...

(Spoilers for the MCU movie and VLD under the cut):

Unsettling Similarities:

A witch woman goes evil and rejects the sanctity of life because she can’t be a mom to the very children she...*checks notes*...previously rejected maternal obligations over in her own backstory (WandaVision, VLD s6), and then decides at some point off-screen that she just can’t live without them? (Did I miss something about Wanda’s character arc into depravity? I feel whiplashed after watching WandaVision?)

It’s a Dr. Strange movie in title, but he’s not the focus in his own movie. It instead is really Wanda’s story and to some degree a totally new character, a magical teenager named America. Similarly, the all-powerful Voltron mecha takes a pretty major backseat to VLD s8 Honerva, her evil mecha, and Altean magic as the final showdown focus in VLD despite Voltron being the title character of the show.

Both shows intentionally push the limits of their rating. They both have an increased tolerance for showing melty bodies and using specific horror tropes compared to previous setup for these characters...and yet the rating is not increased to reflect that update. (For example, while other MCU PG-13 movies swivel away from showing blood or frightening/focused images of decay, it was surprising that this movie focused on Dr. Strange’s decayed body as a center point of the visuals, a monster’s eye being ripped out in a very bloody way, and Wanda consistently covered in blood from her mass murders, with scenes taking inspo from the 1986 movie Alien, which is rated R. Likewise, while VLD’s earlier seasons were not afraid to show skeletons and a couple jump scares, earlier seasons used visual direction to avoid showing an active character’s state of mutilation in death. Meanwhile, s8 just up and shows a mutilated Lotor body on top of the original, living Haggar being sucked dry of life, Mummy style in a flashback. In addition, s8 capitalizes on monsters hunting the team in classic horror-trope fashions, with later seasons in general pulling content from the ages 16+ Voltron comics and the TV-14 GoLion anime, which were rated higher than the VLD show’s rating of Y7.)

Both shows update certain characters to be women of color (a black Captain Marvel, for example), only to kill them off for shock value specifically in a way that is not supported by the worldbuilding for that character. (For example, Captain Marvel suddenly can’t survive a statue falling on her despite this character being one of the most powerful in the MCU, with god-like abilities and the power of foresight? Did I miss something about this variant version? And Allura is supposed to be dead at the end of s8 despite her own life force being connected to a limitless power source, and despite regenerating the multiverse in an area of space-time where life and death don’t even exist as concepts?) I get that beloved fictional characters die in stories sometimes, but damn. If it doesn’t even make sense for that character on top of not making sense for the story’s surrounding context, why are they being killed off?

The men with the noodle hair (Dr. Strange, Lotor) have their bodies used as zombie puppets during a fight scene. (Which, sure, it serves a purpose in either story, but also that’s just…hm. The concept of possessing a dead body was tolerable in Men in Black (1997), but I don’t feel it works under the circumstances in these other shows. At least to VLD s8’s credit, we didn’t see a decayed Meltor actively moving around for himself or talking.)

Both Dr. Strange and Lotor are heavily criticized for their morally gray tactics used to achieve an end of peace, but then the other characters capitalize off of said tactics or even repeat said tactics themselves or agree later that it was the only way.

There are some generally pointless cameos, in reference to Professor X appearing in the MCU (how is he defeated that easily by Wanda after all the crazy stuff he’s put up with in the X-Men universe?) and Merla in VLD s8 (she goes from being Voltron franchise’s ultimate femme fatale supervillain to a loyal sidekick of the shoehorned supervillain?). Like…why even include them, then?

That said, both shows did have some interesting visual direction. Me and my friend felt Multiverse of Madness might have been more enjoyable to watch if it were in 3D, just based on the type of the shots used to capture action. And VLD in general, while having quality issues, still did some pretty cool stuff from a visual perspective and set an animation quality precedence for future reboots of the franchise.

But overall, I’m not...feeling this Multiverse of Madness as a positive successor for VLD’s concepts? The concept of a multiverse is ubiquitous in the science-fiction genre, with the heartbeat of both MoM and VLD s8′s worldbuilding having been previously explored in Michael Moorcock’s ~1960s stories about a multiverse that can be damaged in attempting to travel it. But both shows here feel ultimately anticlimactic in regards to that very concept (in MoM, America magically and unexplainedly obtains control to fulfill Wanda’s demands without multiverse destruction, while in VLD, Allura pulls a deus ex machina with an unprecedented and logically unsupported magical fix to undo the undo-able damage).

I don’t at all begrudge anyone who enjoyed Multiverse of Madness or VLD; in fact, there were things I did enjoy about both. I’m just very fascinated at how both suffer from trying to squeeze life out of a story that’s been stretched beyond its limits.

#Voltron #MCU #Multiverse of Madness #Dr. Strange #Lotor #Wanda #Scarlet Witch #Honerva #Haggar #I think MCU is really slipping tbh #just based off what I've seen lately with WandaVision and Loki and the latest blockbusters #there's some shows like Ms. Marvel that I haven't seen yet #but overall it just feels like MCU and VLD both suffer from trying to beat a dead horse #in which sometimes more isn't always better a;dsfj #I did actually appreciate the horror elements of Multiverse of Madness #But it def felt like it was pushing the limit of PG-13

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"That's not so different from you when you came to Auradon, Mal"

#disneyedit #dcomedit #descendantsedit #descendants2edit #mal bertha #uma #dove cameron #china anne mcclain #meus #usereris #tuserkit #usereasthigh #no consistent coloring we die like men #i'm sooooo normal about the fact that mal and uma are such fundamentally different people and yet so undeniably similar

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Cruel Story of Youth

This movie sucks and as the title says, cruel. It is certainly my least favorite film we have watched in this class and I heavily doubt it could lose that title. It was hard to watch, confusing, and not enjoyable. However, It does give viewers a lens on the life of post-World War 2 youth could be. Another interesting thing is the color. This is the first film we have seen in class that has color and it was weirdly amazing to experience during the opening scene of the film. The colors are very vibrant and saturated, making colors pop which I wonder if it is a limitation of the technology at the time or on purpose. If on purpose, it could be to contrast the dark content of the film with the vibrant pleasing colors. At times this contrast made me feel uneasy. I do feel like it would be better in black and white but I think it’s because I’m having nostalgia for no color already, it has a charm. I wish this was not our first colored film.

The film follows Kiyoshi and Makoto, two teens who meet after Kiyoshi saves Makoto from being molested by an old man. This is the second scene of the movie, immediately setting the tone and what to expect. And then Kiyoshi proceeds to rape the poor girl after their first date. None of the characters in this film are remotely likable. After saving her again from men who try to prostitute Makoto at the bar Kiyoshi frequents, they “fall in love.” God I hate this film. She leaves home and lives with the dude, as a teen. Kiyoshi consistently is abusive and terrible to the girl and she stays. Sitting through a film that portrays manipulation, Stockholm syndrome and abuse is too much in its hour-and-a-half run time made it feel longer than anything we have seen in class so far. To collect money for the guys who tried to make Makoto a prostitute, the couple starts to extort money from old men who attempt to molest Makoto. Kiyoshi will then show up and “save her,” taking the money from the men. This is a dangerous activity and I expected the worst in every scene. Things obviously go for the worse, Makoto gets pregnant and is forced to get an abortion by Kiyoshi, she meets a singular “nice old man” who gets her drunk and sleeps with her (the only potential saving grace of this film being a predator), and they are arrested for extortion. Then they die! I love this film.

The camera work and shots in this film are different, the director will constantly move the camera as if it's natural there in the film’s world. The camera will shake, almost too much at times, which feels immersive.

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Twisting Realms and Thoughts

I am.

I was.

I will.

I am.

Rulek blinked. The words were slithering in his head. Repeating, over and over like a spiralling to the center of himself. It was a distracting thing. He was staring into the infinite impossible possibilities that consist in the realm of Tzeentch.

He sneered slightly, the Lord of Fate. The One who caressed the threads of his fate. A unusual feeling danced under his etheric ribs. Hate. Whilst the realm was oversaturating with the purest expressions of Chaos, assaulting him in such a way that his power was swelling and form was becoming erratic.

The daemon prince looked at his hand, feeling the mutations writhing under his hide but there was a reason he refused to enter the Greatest of Liars' realm. With the power he amassed through this great hunt; from the strife of Khorne, the desires of Slaanesh, to the inevitability of Nurgle. He now faced the Constant of Tzeentch and he refused the change for now.

He let it swill. Ebb and wane. Grow and restrain. Even as the colorful feathers were growing along his hide. His face stretching and changing into a twitching beak. Another set of eyes were blinking in their new existence in his skull, nevermind in his arms.

Wings flapped to let the fledgling feathers flicker into motes of warpfire embers. He reshaped himself to dance with the constant winds. Gesturing and letting his long fingers caress the visible sevenfold winds of lore.

He could feel the greedy gaze of Tzeentch over his back. It was everywhere and nowhere. For many have dared to enter his realm in search for power and only one will emerge from it. As the Old Man watched him in curiosity, Rulek looked down at him.

"Your Master have certainly chose a particular one." He said, even his great voice was changing. A soft multitude of other voices melding under his mighter foremost vocals. "What do you think your reward would be? For a book that may lie to you as much as show you all?"

The sudden tear of the mage's facade caught him by surprise. A brief squeeze of his staff before slowly surrendering, there was no point of hiding it.

"One drop of Ursun's blood, you ask for. Do you think it will be just one? Do you know the price of flaunting with the Lord of Change, old one?"

Rulek turned on his lengthening neck and leaned in his made throne of twitching tendons and flesh-metal. The maws opening and closing, whispering incomprehensible things; lies, truths, knowledge, falsehoods, futures, pasts, and nows. Between them, they could hear one,

"All are pawns to the Great Deciever."

"I...' The Old Man held a moment, suddenly feeling nothing but vulnerability. The feel of Death so close. The unknowing countless times he have faced it, all on his desperate quest, the unknowing amount of times he will die for it. The weight of it all was over him like a great raptor hungry for its little morsel. 'will find a way."

Rulek's eyes focused on the Old Man for a moment before snorting a slow chuckle, "That is what we all say."

With it was mirrored by a chorus of men, women, beasts, children and things beyond their point. All the same phrase. They will find a way.

Then there was a sound. A horn of many mouths heaving over the sapphire horizon, blooming flashes of pinks, reds, violets and more as it cascaded along the magical winds. A Tzeentchian warhorn.

"Ah, finally - I am famished." Rulek mused before caressing his throne's surface. How it melted and stretched as it twisted and made into a glaive. Its golden blade curved and holding a crystal hardening why the flexing summonings of the daemon's call till he was satisfied.

Rulek held his weapon high as if there wasn't a new daemonic legion marching, no visible imperfections and he rose. "Minions!" He cried out with a voice of thunder, projecting out to the daemons and mortals that hold onto his banners and theirs.

"We meet our interlopters to battle! May Tzeentch see the glories of our skill and magics! We will claim our fates and his Champion! To me!" The Daemon Prince commanded before striding with the dark regality that the Old Man couldn't help but watch. A moment and he thought he heard a raven's call. He almost looked over his left shoulder, halting just barely and followed.

#n: realms of chaos #devotion: tzeentch

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For God's Sake, Just Sit Down to Piss

For God’s Sake, Just Sit Down to Piss

Outline

Preface

Not necessarily directed at young men of color. (Or definitely not directed at them, but at white, CIS, straight young men.)

Describing the “real” scope of my authority.

While I have not traveled outside of America whatsoever, I have traveled within it fairly extensively.

My authority is especially strong when it comes to protestant Christianity.

Function of the book.

Chapter 1: “I Don’t Care What You/They Think”

“Apathy’s Misconceptions” “Apathy Misconceived”

You do not actually want to attain a state of true apathy, trust me.

Chris Cuomo exists.

Z-Ro

Apathy is even argued for in the Christian Bible. (The opinion of other people does not matter, only God’s.)

3 Bible Verses for When You Feel Judged By Others | Bible Blog

Galatians 1:10: “Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.”

Chapter 2: “Music Taste Through Generations”

“Boomers' Destructive Generational Tastemaking Disaster”

Quote From the Bandcamp Essay

It’s bewildering how content we are to abruptly abandon the substance music had to our teenage selves out of misconstrued justifications for our classic fainéance – actively choosing to subject our public ambiance to thousands of replays of “the best” records in favor of dipping even the most cowardly toe into unfamiliar waters, even when the opportunity cost is inherently halved – only to then have the audacity to evangelize our dilapidated conceptions of “good music” to our children as we demonize the music of their generation, depriving them of a very essential rite of their cognitive development. I can think of little more reductive, repugnant, reckless, or racist crusades as a model figure than indoctrinating your child with an inherent distaste for their own culture, and nothing more deeply alarming to hear from the mouth of someone born in the 21st century than shit like “Queen was better than any rapper will ever be,” or “real musicianship will die forever with Eric Clapton.” It’s unfair and unnatural: imagine if your high school classmates had consistently turned up their scrunched nose at the living whole of rock & roll, declaring Scott Joplin to be the last musician they could stand.

Consider if the industry-wide customer experience standard for the musical ambiance in 1970s American eating and drinking establishments was entirely comprised of works by John Phillip Souza, and the most prevalent cultural revolution manifested itself something like the following: In countless popular films set in the time (and the stories told today by your parents of their youths that informs them,) a group of popular high school boys – generally three longtime childhood friends and a single addition from the previous summer with an Army Dad and a moderate bad boy aura that’s made him one of the school’s notoriously attractive students and the somewhat-abusive leader in the pack. After spending some time trying to convince the other three (the crucial moment for his case being the bad kid’s rare moment of sincerity trope) of its guaranteed social, sexual and financial ROI, they seal their agreement to start a band with a four-way saliva slap. Imagine if in the progression of this exhausted old tale, it remained entirely classic (and boring) when it faded to a “THREE MONTHS LATER…” ceiling shot of the four the in full, gleaming, performance-spec get-up of the presidential marching band in their garage, and it was revealed that they’d they practiced “The Star Spangled Banner” every night just to make the girls swoon in the film’s resolution with an encore of “America the Beautiful” at an unsanctioned (and very patriotic!) house party. Would you have made out on your first date with someone in your 80s high school Chemistry class after they’d was about but suffice it to say that it’s absolutely fucking bonkers how often I encounter “Sweet Home Alabama” (and other tunes I’ve already heard hundreds of times throughout the first third of my existence, conservatively) dripping down from the overhead speakers in all manner of big retail stores, where it’s inappropriate and unwelcome. Even from the generous assumption that every single one of them is an objective masterwork of composition, the amount of affection the American music listening audience has for the same 500 singles is on par with our rampant gun violence in terms of our unanimous tolerance for ridiculously illogical habits. I’ve been sitting in a cute, moderately trendy coffee shop on the corner of the major avenue of access to my cute, moderately trendy Portland neighborhood for an hour now, and I’ve recognized every single one of the tracks played just a bit too loudly on the stereo. I’ve been sick of them all since Middle School. That one Bow Bow Chicka Chicka thing… How very charming. “The 70s, the 80s… the one-hit wonder channel!”

Contrary to the popular hipster narrative we’ve just defeated, it’s not the popularity of the lineup that makes these experiences so distasteful, but their regularity. It doesn’t take a doctor of psychology to observe that tireless exposure to any given work of art inevitably erodes its value, yet we continue to expend resources saturating most mundane spaces in our society with an unyielding regurgitation of the same brackish pop culture symbols as if we’re trying to either induce a canonical vomit, intentionally obliterate the Yelp! reviews for a distant future museum’s “North America Enters the 21st Century” exhibit, or both.

This issue is not unique to American society nor to men, really, but is entirely the sickness of white boomers and gen Xers. It is an anomaly that has genuinely and profoundly perturbed me for virtually the entirety of my existence as a culturally literate entity - certainly longer than any of the other disturbances addressed in this volume.

The process of jazz becoming mainstream (which I think it had definitely by the 1940s.)

“Boomers' Destructive Generational Tastemaking Disaster”

Catcalling

Clothes

Stuff we should keep to ourselves

Credits

“I’m laughing at you and the best part is you won’t truly understand why, in any deep and meaningful way, for another 20 years.” - JustSomeGuy on Mastodon

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The Justice League Med-bay and Those Who Live in it

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/JQKjuGI

by SaltySweetTaffy

Barry Allen had thought he was pretty good with people. He was charming and his upbeat attitude had always won people over, eventually.

When he started moonlighting as the Flash he was very grateful for this fact. His personality was perfectly suited for calming down hostages and victims. He’d consider it his best attribute, really.

Well, maybe second to his poster boy smile. But that was neither here nor there.

Maybe that was why he was trying so hard to comfort the poor teen who had gotten dragged into their mess.

Two weeks later you wake up in an unknown place, and there is a man holding your hand. He cries for you but you simply stare at him. It's really all you can do.

Words: 5462, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, The Flash - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color

Relationships: Justice League (DCU) & Reader, Platonic Justice League/Reader, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Reader, Barry Allen/Iris West, Clark Kent/Lois Lane

Additional Tags: Sickfic, sorta - Freeform, Graphic description of violence towards a teen, Threats of Violence, Aftermath of Violence, Bruce Wayne is Good With Kids, Dissociation, Protective Barry Allen, Clark Kent is Kon-El | Conner Kent's Parent, Protective Diana (Wonder Woman), Whump, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Justice League are friends, Because I said so and i wrote it :p, I Wrote This While Listening to Hozier's Music, Recovery, Blood and Injury, Traumatized Jason Todd, And forcing him to face those trauma, she/they pronouns for reader, But they are called a girl so watchout yk, Clark Kent Needs a Hug, Clark Kent is a Good Friend, Barry Allen Needs a Hug, The first chapter is heavy ngl but it calms down after, just builds up why where and how, Pov bounces around in the first chapter but it should be more consistent later, Reader has Locked In Syndrome, not beta read we die like men

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #WestAllen #westallen

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 10 months

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The Justice League Med-bay and Those Who Live in it

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by SaltySweetTaffy

Barry Allen had thought he was pretty good with people. He was charming and his upbeat attitude had always won people over, eventually.

Well, maybe second to his poster boy smile. But that was neither here nor there.

Maybe that was why he was trying so hard to comfort the poor teen who had gotten dragged into their mess.

Two weeks later you wake up in an unknown place, and there is a man holding your hand. He cries for you but you simply stare at him. It's really all you can do.

Words: 2375, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, The Flash - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color

Relationships: Justice League (DCU) & Reader, Platonic Justice League/Reader, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Reader, Barry Allen/Iris West, Clark Kent/Lois Lane

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/R8hIWAo

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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