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sugarcubetikki · 2 years
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I can’t stop thinking about the way elmax is built up. I’m always debating whether it’s romantically coded or not because it’s so similar to the way Byler is written.
They built Elmax up way more than Mickey Mouse - these past two seasons they focused on breaking that ship down and showing us why they’re incompatible together whilst focusing a lot more on romantic Byler buildup and Elmax’s bond these two pairings clearly being prioritised over their main couple. For Elmax, it shows even more than Byler that their relationship/friendship is clearly being prioritised over Milkvan’s own.
I also need to point out that both Byler and Elmax’s relationship/friendship always seems to be intertwined with the state of Milkvan’s relationship. For both El and Mike, it seems that whenever their romantic relationship was on “good terms” they were respectively distanced from Max and Will.
As this is about Elmax, I won’t go in depth on Byler here and also because we’ve discussed it so many times before of how Mike can’t seem to balance his relationships with both El and Will and how narratively in the first two seasons Mike was physically distanced from one whilst supporting the other. This obviously plays into the huge love triangle aspect of these pairings as well as Mike’s conflicting feelings here.
For Elmax, it’s a similar love triangle writing style used here. It’s important to note that El and Max’s relationship starts off with hostility and jealousy from El’s behalf in S2 due to the fact that El sees Max as a romantic rival in terms with her relationship with Mike (due to that single misunderstanding). Her jealousy over Mike is what prevents her from befriending and getting to know Max so Milkvan was a barrier to Elmax’s buildup here. And this is not me just saying this future seasons (especially s3 support this notion too based on how the show depicts it).
(Not to mention, this was also the time a lot of people expected a typical love triangle with Mike in the centre and El and Max with mutual rivalry between the two but thank god the show did not do that instead they used love triangle style writing in a different way).
Moving onto S3 with a whole lot of Elmax development, Max really helps El grow as a person and embrace some of her own individuality and freedom they’re relationship is at its peak and presented in a positive light when Milkvan is at a very low point. In fact it’s them being at a low point that makes El approach Max in the first place and it’s Max who encourages El to initiate the breakup because Mike wasn’t treating her right. Max and Mike are also constantly butting heads because of this and he’s accusing her all over the place for “corrupting El” and “conspiring against him” whereas Max here believes that Mike doesn’t see El as her own person but treats her like “his pet” rather than an equal. Essentially it was Milkvan vs Elmax season and Elmax was being depicted as the narratively better dynamic as it fit with El’s character needs whilst Milkvan’s arc that season didn’t.
S4 Vol 2 is very Elmax-focused with El’s goal being to save Max from Vecna. I think the clash with Milkvan here mainly comes at the monologue part and how little impact it has at the end of the day. Mike’s dramatic monologue that’s supposed to be impactful and powerful falls flat for a number of reasons (not just byler-coded ones also the fact that it wasn’t genuine) it’s also that it was depicted as a plot device but did little to actually help save the day. I mean they would argue that it helped El free herself from those vines but did it really? Also if the monologue’s only impact is freeing El from the vines but after that sells short and isn’t actually the reason that El revives Max then it’s a pretty weak plot device and presented to be insignificant. Usually, love monologues are impactful when they contribute to an impactful moment of victory. Mike’s monologue did not do that at all. After El frees herself from those vines, the thing that keeps her fighting on isn’t even presented to be her love for Mike, it’s her love for Max. What was the point of that monologue again I’m sorry? Yeah that’s right it’s a lie and everyone knows it so it’s insignificant to the point that El doesn’t even acknowledge it after. In fact, after the show points out El isn’t speaking to Mike, we see that El is thinking about Max and mainly Max (which is reasonably so too but the way the scene is presented once again supports the narrative idea of Milkvan vs Elmax).
I think I’ve established that Elmax’s relationship is vital to the overall storyline of the show and prioritised over Milkvan’s and is constantly clashing with the pairing to emphasise where El’s true character wants and needs rest.
I’m not sure if it’s romantic or not like I said but they’re very queercoded (owens mistaking max for a guy only so el can correct him that she’s not which is a very odd thing to write in because hello it’s gay) also along with the love triangle-esque writing they have so much chemistry and buildup on their own and they’re clearly vital to the series too honestly they have as much buildup as lumax.
Both elmax and lumax are built up so well and beautifully written honestly. They both have chemistry and work so well together. Both are romantically coded too. I think no one considers Elmax because of how well-built Lumax is already and heteronormativity. I personally think either would work as an endgame ship or even better elumax lol sometimes my brain believes they’re building up to that because it would make sense (I can see El and Lucas bonding too next season with Max in coma). I mean both El and Lucas’s love seems to be what supported her in Vol 2 and their love seems to be what’ll save her in S5 too at least I hope. Romantic or not from all ends, elumax is definitely going to be key in S5. (However, if S5 ends with byler and elumax endgame shut up I’ll be talking about it for months on end).
Once again, as long as some Elmax and Milkvan analysis, a lot of these are my thoughts and my opinions based on how I view and interpret the show, if you don’t share the same view and opinion on Elmax/Elumax, that’s completely fine but please don’t harass me on that matter as I mentioned this is my perspective and reading on the show thank you.
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myriadsystem · 2 months
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My final review of ofmd for those of you following along at home:
Did jackie just call him sugar balls what the fuck
That was very sweet, i did cry a couple times. They definitely got better all around at writing, editing, and idk if they got better at improv or just slowly got roles better adjusted to their acting styles but by the end it felt much less trainwrecky than it did in the beginning, had a bit more flow and coherency. Im glad they did a second season and i stuck it out cause theres the potential for this to continue to be really good if we get s3, but i did not feel that way for the first season and im glad to have seen them grow as a cast.
The jokes are funny, the characters are (mostly) loveable, and when it got into it the story was also good and i found myself emotionally invested at multiple points but plot wize it takes a hot second to find where its at
9/10 id watch a season 3, i wish i had seen more of whats out while i was high and i will never recommend this to friends in real life but i can see why you tumblr girlies love it i get it its pretty good around the cringe
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sugar-petals · 1 year
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I noticed that Jimin has the most prominent adam’s apple despite having the highest voice
if you want to know the science side: that's bc a high tone is created by shorter and thinner vocal folds. they vibrate more quickly -> result: a higher-pitched voice that produces a tenor sound.
besides outside properties of the neck, body height does not exactly correlate to vocal fold length either. hence yoongi can be the smallest member having a slim average neck and yet the deepest voice.
quite interesting stuff biologically/as per physics. jimin sports a unique high tenor vocal range because of it, whereas yoongi is approximating the bass-baritone area as a counterpoint.
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vvanessaives · 1 year
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idk what's so embarrassing about talking of your ocs with your irls, it's like yea they are little guys living in my brain i'm sorry do i sound weird
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I think the weirdest thing about critical parts of fandom can be like: people armchair diagnosing the creators themselves when they (or hell their writing teams) write things they don’t like.
Even when I also think the work in question is bad…that’s weird man. Stop doing that.
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aurinko-inen · 2 years
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why did i think eating so much chocolate was a good idea
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luveline · 6 months
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Badass!reader in the verge of crying but still pretending like she isn't? Spencer doesn't even try anything and he just lets her be until eventually she cries? Just some hurt/comfort :)
If it's a no please feel free to ignore this! Have a lovely day jade <3
tysm! hope this is okay angel ♡ fem!reader, 1k
"Irresponsible, sloppy, and pig-headed." Spencer winces. "I expected more from you. I'm extremely disappointed." 
Spencer winces worse. You can take a scolding. You can take a beating. But disappointing the people you care about, and disappointing Hotch? His chest hurts for you.
He pretends to have been reading as the door to Hotch's office opens and you step out, glancing up as you take the stairs down into the bullpen. Your desk is adjacent his and Morgan's, crowded by case files you nearly send flying as you hurry into your chair. 
Spencer takes his computer mouse and clicks on the work contact page. Your instant messaging is still open, the last message he sent you glaring and awkward, hey, think hotch is going to call you in for cincinnati. don't stress. 
You'd opened it but not answered. He peeks around your monitors to analyse you. You're staring hard at a single spot. The longer he looks, the glassier your eyes become. 
He sighs and cracks his knuckles, thinking. The last thing you want is for him to make a big deal of this, he knows that, but he needs you to know that he's here for you. 
"Did you want to get dinner tonight?" he asks without raising his head. 
You respond eventually, two seconds too slowly, "Where from?"
Your voice is fraught with the weight of your upset. Spencer ignores it for now. "Luh Bem?" 
"If you want to." 
"What I want is a cup of coffee." He stands, still without staring at you —an impressive feat of self control— and begins toward the office kitchenette. Predictably, you follow him. He's already putting a second mug beside his own when you step into his reach. 
"So, did you want to go?" you ask. 
Spencer nudges your hip with his gently. "Duh. What else would I wanna do on a Friday?" He makes your coffee exactly how you like it without asking and leaves it billowing steam by his own as he adds his five sugars. 
Bringing his coffee to his lips and turns, he leans on the counter. You do as he does, murmuring a thank you as you pick up your mug. Spencer lets his arm rest on yours, ever so slightly taller, more as your back begins to slouch unconsciously. There's no point in asking you if you're okay, because you'll say that you are. There's no point in trying to comfort you, because, despite your affection for him, you're not someone who cries easily in front of others. It would have you pushing him away. 
You're a nice girl under all your hardened exterior, and Hotch's disappointment hurts. You try very, very hard not to cry, swallowing and taking little sips of your hot coffee. 
You press your coffee into his hand and turn your body toward the cabinets, away from the office. Spencer waits, and waits, his relief immeasurable as you finally hide your face in his shirt sleeve and sniffle. Even though his heart breaks for you, he's glad you're giving in. You need to let stuff out before it eats you alive. 
He puts the coffees down behind him one at a time so as not to disturb you. Hands free, he lifts the hand furthest from you to your arm. If you were somewhere more private he'd hug you to him by the small of your waist. For now, he rubs a short line down to your elbow. Up, down.
"He was being harsh," Spencer says quietly. 
"Sorry," you whisper. 
He can't imagine how mortified you are. You won't sob or even shake, but these hot and fast tears aren't unfamiliar to him. Theyll be followed by an abundance of remorse.
"What are you sorry for?" He pulls you in closer, a squeeze of a hug. "You're okay. It's okay, he's just– he's mad about other stuff, he's upset about Beth. It's not just you." 
"He's right, I messed up," you say, your breath hitching. 
"You messed up," he agrees. "It was an accident. You'll be better next time." 
You sniffle rough and lift your face, wiping your tears with a cruel hand. Spencer takes your wrist in his hand to stop you, turninh to cover you from any nosy eyes. His fingertips are as soft as his voice wiping the rest of your tears away as he laments, "Please don't cry, don't get upset." Your face is hot to the touch. "Don't be embarrassed." 
"I'm not crying," you say, a last teardrop streaking from the corner of your eye. 
He wipes it away. "Okay." 
You pout at him like you want to cry more, and Spencer wouldn't mind, he'd stand here wiping your tears for hours if you needed it, but that's your worst nightmare. 
"Are people looking at me?" 
"Nobody's looking," he answers honestly. "You're only making a scene for me." 
You laugh but quickly cough. Spencer takes his opportunity to hug you and pats your back, considers kissing the side of your head but can't make himself commit to it. 
"Do you still wanna get dinner?" you ask weakly. 
"Yeah, I do. I really do. I'll get you whatever you want." 
If it were Morgan offering, you'd step on his foot. For Spencer, your clear and evident favourite, you nod into his chest, your hand slinking low on his back. 
He hugs you so hard he feels his ribs. 
"Wanna sleepover and watch Golden Girls?" he asks, prepared for rejection. You're the type to lick your wounds alone. 
But maybe in the privacy of Spencer's apartment you'll let yourself be upset properly, so he can comfort you appropriately. It aches how badly he wants to rub the tight space between your shoulders, tell you it's fine, you're fine, and one mistake doesn't define you, it never could. 
It's evidence of your affection for him that you agree. "Could we get the dinner to go?" you ask. 
Spencer tries not to look to triumphant. He's going to coddle and comfort you half to death, and by the looks of you, you're happy to let him. "Absolutely. Whatever you want." 
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beautifulbrainrot · 1 year
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Wait Spencer x rich reader who gets him an expensive gift and he doesn’t even notice until someone points out the price 🪷
omg yess!! heheh i wanna spoil him
cw lil but of smut mention, mommy kink, some kissing in a memory
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“good morning spence…” jj trailed off, looking at his new purple tie, logo prominent on the bottom.
“hey jj!” he replied, smiling at her brightly, before making his way over to his desk where he placed his satchel down. before he could fully register she was there, emily pounced in, tugging on the soft material of his scarf lightly, inspecting it closely.
“spencer- when did you get this? how did you get this?! we’re all being paid the same right..” emily quizzed, looking to from the tie to spencer, analysing his expression.
“what do you mean?” he questioned, head tilting.
“this is a crazy expensive tie spence!” she exclaimed, pointing at the brand logo at the bottom.
“it is?” he replied, looking down at it quizzically. he didn’t realise you had bought him such an expensive gift.
“yeah pretty boy, do you have some secret sugar mommy we don’t know about?” derek teased, coming up next to emily to inspect the tie.
spencer spluttered at the term, face flushing as memory’s of begging for you as you tugged on his tie started flooding his brain.
“mommy please, more..” spencer whimpered softly as you palmed him through his slacks.
“greedy boy.” you replied firmly, tugging his by his tie into a searing kiss, mouths moulding together passionately.
“i do not have a… sugar mommy!” he defended quickly, pulling away from emily’s hands on his tie.
“your blush is telling a different story reid..”
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i included a bit of smut i just couldn’t help it hehehe!
hope this is what you were thinking of babe 💞
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writing-in-the-impala · 5 months
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Secret Smokes (Part 4)
Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader
Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.
Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill), SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride
Word Count: 3307
A/N: I know I always say I love you all, but I am blown away by all your support on each chapter. Comments are appreciated I love hearing your thoughts, it helps guide me in what direction to take the story! Anyway get ready we're starting to get a bit angsty in this chapter....
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Over the weekend you and the twins did manage to go to Hogsmeade you didn't really need anything for your prank but it was nice to get out of Hogwarts for a bit. You walked around and browsed the shops, making a stop at Honeydukes for some tiny black pepper imps, fragile sugar-spun quills and exploding bonbons. The twins assured you all of this would be useful for future pranks. Before heading back to the castle Fred suggested a quick stop at the Three Broom Sticks and all of you thought it was a great idea. You sat down at a corner table that you loved as it gave you a view of the whole place, you could gossip about all the people there especially teachers. After ordering your drinks you saw a familiar face walk in "Guys looks it's Lupin with the library lady." Fred mentioned.
"Irma Pince?" You questioned maybe slightly too loudly as you watched them walk in, at this moment Lupin's eyes met yours and he gave you a gentle, distant, smile to acknowledge your presence. He held the door for her like a gentleman, pulled the chair out for her before sitting down, very old fashioned you thought. Your eyes didn't leave them until George began to speak again.
"Do you think they're on a date?" George asked.
"Surely not." You answered too quickly.
"What if they know about our prank." You whispered.
"Even if they did why would they out of all people meet here just them to discuss it." George questioned you.
"Maybe Lupin found out and he wants to warn her." You tried to think of any reason apart form a date why he would bring her here.
"Find out from who? There's no chance. It's definitely a date." Fred stated.
"Y/N is just jealous." George stated.
"Who doesn't have the hots for Lupin? We're all jealous." Fred said jokingly.
Your eyes were glued to the pair as Lupin ordered a drink for the two of them, your eyes once again met his and you immediately diverted your gaze to the glass in front of you. "I think we should make the prank bigger." You blurted out.
"Now you're talking. What are you thinking?" Fred asked.
"I don't know, we hex the whole library somehow make everyone who entered there regret it." You didn't know where this sudden hate and anger towards the library came from but the twins enjoyed scheming and you began devising a plan to make it a better, bigger prank. You kept gazing towards Lupin throughout the conversation watching his interaction, he seemed happy, they spent the whole time chatting or maybe discussing. He was dressed more casually then usual, in a shirt and sweater over it but he didn't looks like he dressed up just like he wanted to be more comfortable, you hated yourself for analysing him so much but you struggled to look away. When you were leaving you didn't notice him looking at you the same way and thinking the same thoughts about you.
The weekend ended a bit too quickly and you were back to sitting in classrooms all day waiting for the day to finish, you nearly forgot about your extra DADA lesson in the afternoon but Lupin sent you an owl during breakfast with a reminder. You made your way to his class after a very boring positions lesson with conflicted feelings, you didn't want to do extra lessons but at least it was with him. You knocked on the door gently and heard a soft "come in" from inside. All the desks were already moved against the wall leaving a large open space, Lupin was sitting at his desk at the front of the room grading some papers it seemed he greeted you with a warm smile. "Glad to see you didn't bail Miss L/N."
"I would've forgotten if it wasn't for your owl if I'm being honest." You admitted.
"How was your weekend?" Lupin asked politely. "Uneventful, it went by quicker than expected. Yours?" Lupin sorted the stack of papers he had putting it to the side. "Mine was pleasant, I had a meeting with Irma Pince I'm trying to get more muggle books introduced into the library taking, inspiration from you actually, I think not only will it help muggle born students feel more at home I think it'll be good for everyone to have some diversity." Great so you caused them to have a date, you thought to yourself.... Or maybe it wasn't a date at all just a professional meeting. "And how's that going?" You asked. "Horribly, she's a stubborn old woman stuck in her ways. But I think with a little more convincing I might succeed. We'll see." He said honestly.
"So how does this work? Do you give me spells to practice I do them and then that's it?" You wanted to change the topic. "I thought we'd focus on your weaknesses," Lupin stood up and walked in front of the desk leaning on it. His tie was loose and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. "I am aware that the practical side is a weakness of yours now two core thing I want to cover with you before Christmas is your Patronus charm and your defensive spells, starting with the latter." 
Lupin began by turning on the record player with music he then began teaching you the hand movements and starting to talk to you about posture and how you should be acting during casting these spells, at moments he got quite close to you even once holding your arm from behind to help you figure out the movement, the feeling of his chest pressed against your back and his arm on your hand send shivers through you making you feel a bit hot and bothered. By the end of your hour with Lupin you wanted to stay in the room keep going because you were enjoying yourself and the fun dynamic. He was gentle and helpful and really cared about helping you. He expressed that these spells aren't just for your exams but rather to protect you navigating the wizarding world. After the hour was up you thanked Lupin for the lesson and left the room with a quick "see you later."
After dinner you headed straight for the bridge to meet Lupin, he wasn't there when you arrived and you began to think he won't show today but he did walking up with his hand in his trouser pockets and a soft look on his face. "You know Y/N you don't have to come here to meet me everyday especially after I've just forced you to spend some of your evening with my in my classroom." He stood next to you leaning over the side but looking at you, not lighting a cigarette. "You make it sound like it's torture to spend time with you profesor." He laughed at your comment. "Besides this isn't like spending time with a teacher this is Lupin not the same guy who teaches DADA." You continued. "How so? What's the big difference?" He pushed.
"Well this guy encourages bad behaviour, he's a good laugh, he encouraged me to actually care about school." You began. "That last one sounds like something a teacher would do." Lupin interrupted.
"That's true, but it's different. Can I tell you something honestly?" You asked vulnerable and Lupin gave you a go on nod. "I see you, as in you who I meet right here as someone I can trust and call a good friend. I feel like your someone I can really trust in, don't get me wrong I have friends but I feel like you understand me in a different way, you understand everything I struggled with over the last few years at Hogwarts the isolation, the-"
"Y/N..." Lupin interrupted. "Sorry I got a bit too deep, I probably shouldn't have said anything." You said in embarrassment. "No Y/N, I appreciate every word. And I appreciate your honesty, if we're both being honest right now I agree completely. It's my first time teaching here and it's weird all my old teachers are now my colleagues and now I'm the old guy do you know how soul crushing that is? I felt so alone moving here all my friends have turned into people I can only see on weekends as I'm stuck on school grounds. But you were someone who decided to speak to me like a human not like a profesor or like a past student and it was so refreshing. Although I don't think I've ever smoked this much in my life." He laughed to himself. "We're both losers." You replied laughing. "What are your friends like?" You asked honestly. Lupin began telling you about Harry's parents and about Sirius Black and how they were school friends and now they're the most important people in his life. He talked openly about missing them but knowing that working at Hogwarts had given him opportunities he wouldn't have had anywhere else. Around 10pm Lupin checked his watch and realised he's kept you up with his stories past curfew, this was the moment you realised you had a prank to pull so you said goodbye to Lupin and made your way back to see the twins.
The twins were both sitting in the common room on one of the sofas as soon as you walked in they both jumped up. "We've been waiting for you." They said in unison. "You need to stop flirting with boys all night we have work to do Y/N." Fred stated. "Everything is ready we've got Harry's invisibility cloak we just need the map." George reached his arm out and you handed him the map. Around midnight you set off towards the library, once you were inside it was completely empty it was pretty cool to be there in the middle of the night, you straight away began jinxing the books it took a while to do all of them but thinking of new ways you can jinx each book made it a little bit more fun. You were maybe making a bit too much noise as you noticed on the map Filch was walking towards you. The three of you quickly jumped under the cloak of invisibility and went left the library, Filch ran past you and went into the library "Students out of bed." He shouted as he ran into the library but then he saw no one you wanted to laugh but you kept silent as you began to walk back to the Gryffindor dorm rooms. You heard Filch's voice complaining out loud behind you approaching you as your turned the corner, you were moving very slowly as you were trying to stay completely covered as you walked down the corridor. "What's wrong Filch?" You heard a familiar voice coming towards you from the opposite direction.
"Students out of bed profesor, they're hiding in the library." Filch said standing right next to you. Now Lupin was standing so close that if you breathed to loudly you were sure he'd hear. The three of you froze the twins shut their eyes probably to avoid laughing you stood there watching. "Now Filch why would students sneak around at this time of night to go to the library?" Lupin asked amused, it felt like he could see right through the cloak of invisibility.
"I could hear their voices." Filch replied.
"Okay." He looked right where you were standing almost making eye contact with you. "Let go check Filch come on." He said and they walked away from you and you felt like you could finally breathe, you ah the twins practically ran back to the dorm as sons as they were out of sight. When you returned, you began laughing about how you nearly got caught thankful that you didn't.
The next day at lunchtime is when the announcement came about your prank profesor McGonagall was the one to break the news "it has come to our attention that last night a group of students decided to jinx the library, now if anyone knows any information about this we urge you to come forwards..." she began her speech. Throughout the whole speech it felt like Lupin was staring at you and the twins. "Do you think he knows?" You asked them on your way out the hall.
"How could he?" George began. "We were under the cloak the whole time there's no way." Fred finished. You went on with your day and luckily no one knew it was you and the twins who pulled off the prank, every teacher would remind the class after the lesson that the library is closed and to come forward with any information during your DADA lesson you felt like Lupin was acting a bit different you didn't know if your conversation with him last night caused it or if he knew about the prank. During his own speech about how the library is closed it felt like his eyes were glued to you, you were confident he knew somehow. That evening he didn't show up to the bridge, you checked a marauders map and he wasn't in Hogwarts at all you felt wrong checking the map but you wanted to know if he went to the bridge after you left.
The next day after your lessons you had your DADA extra session, you went to the class like last time and just as before when you entered the tables were all moved to the side of the classroom. Lupin was sitting behind his desk as before and looked up to you to greet you "Good afternoon Y/N." He simply said.
"Afternoon Professor." You replied he was wearing his shirt properly buttoned up and his tie all the way up a lot more profesional looking than last time. "Today we'll be working on counter-jinxes as I believe you've already mastered jinxes let's see if you can counter them." He stated pulling out a pile of books onto the table, books from the library... "Luckily we have a lot of jinxed books that some students gracefully prepared for us." He handed you the pile of books. "So you want me to remove the jinxes this feels more like detention than tutoring." You felt annoyed at how he was treating you suddenly. "Why would you get detention unless you were the one who jinxed these books, no I don't want you to remove those jinxes I want you to open the books and use a counter jinx to protect yourself from whatever the books have to offer."
"But how am I meant to do that? I don't even know what will come out of them." You were scared of some of the things that the twins may have made the books do. "That's the point, that's the challenge." Lupin said. "You're not making this easy when I have no idea what to do, all I know is how to remove the jinx all together." You stayed in annoyance. He took a book, opened it and preformed a counter-jinx. "See that easy, now imagine you're in the library and you open a book a jinx comes out how do you defend yourself." He hands you a book and you look at it, it's one that you had jinxed so you knew what to expect and knew what spell to preform. Lupin seemed shocked at how well you did he probably wanted you to fail. "Not many people can think of a specific counter jinx before seeing what the book is jinxed with you know." He said simply. "I'm a faster learner." You replied and Lupin handed you a book on Herbology. "Very well, again." This one you didn't know the jinx so you opened the book slowly but you still didn't manage to use the correct counter jinx and you got completely covered in dirt and leaves. Lupin couldn't hold in his laugh at your state and you laughed along with him. "Okay now the first thing you need to know about counter jinxes-"
"Hold on you just wanted me to get jinxed before you began to teach me?" You questioned. "If you're going to jinx a book at least be able to protect yourself from it." He winked at you after saying it. "I didn't jinx this book." You began to wipe all the dirt off your face and Lupin handed you a tissue. "No but you jinxed that one." He pointed to the first book you opened. "You can't possibly know that."
"All I want to know is why Y/N? Because the way I see it is I tell you I'm trying to get muggle books into the library and that very night you and the Weasley twins go in and jinx every single book. No don't deny it, I was already sure that I sensed you there, and with how you knew what was in that book you provided it. Now believe me I appreciate the commitment to getting every, single, book. However I was doing something to try and help you and instead you decided to completely jeopardise it. If Pince ever finds out you were part of the efforts there will never be a muggle book allowed in the school even less so the library do you understand?" You had never seen Lupin so annoyed.
"Profesor, I'm sorry. I truly am, I don't know if it'll make you feel any better but this had nothing to do with you or Pince. I didn't even consider how this would affect you we just thought it would be funny and a great first prank of the year. We had this planned before, when we saw you in the pub with Pince we thought you had somehow found out and you were warning her and then we decided you couldn't know and that you guys are on a date" Lupin nearly chocked on the cup of tea he was drinking when you said the last part. "Me and her? On a date? Look I've made some odd romantic choices in life but I have some level of standards. Thank you for your apology Y/N, I may have taken it a bit personally especially after our conversation on Monday night, now let's begin before we spend the whole hour talking. So to perform a counter jinx..." There was no more mention of your prank and no more mention of anything personal profesor Lupin mode was on and he was back into teaching you still shared a few moments of laughing and a few jokes especially when you were victim to jinxed books but apart from that it was purely professional. When the lesson finished Lupin informed you that he is cancelling Fridays session as he will be away over the next few days he apologised and you simply replied with, "so no smokes on the bridge?" His facial expression became soft and he gave you a smile. "Unfortunately you'll have to wait until I'm back dear." He winked and then looked mortified with his own words as he opened the door for you it was as if he said that last word by accident he quickly continued with. "Have a lovely rest of the evening Y/N." and that was the last time you saw him for a few days, it was because of the full moon. You had already figured out after the first few months that whenever the full moon was approaching he wouldn't come to the bridge and then after the full moon he would get Snape to cover his lessons. You should've known straight away when he said he sensed you it meant he could smell you or even hear you from a distance that's why he knew that it was you hidden under the cloak of invisibility.
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sugarcubetikki · 2 years
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I don’t usually post for this fandom but let’s just say I’m way too invested and before Vol 2 comes out I really really needed to compile a long list of explanations to why requited Byler being confirmed on Friday would be REVOLUTIONARY. The long-term signifance of this narrative move is just going to be truly amazing and so so meaningful no matter what reaction we get immediately after (and even now it’ll be a big reaction because the gen audience won’t be ready for it).
Stranger Things is a mainstream show, one of the most popular on Netflix, and it’s really rare for us to get a main queer couple on mainstream shows as most of them are fueled by the pure existance and hyping up of straight ships to appeal to a wider audience. It would open up a gateway for more queer representation between main characters on mainstream shows in general because like if a big show like Stranger Things can take such a big step forward, it makes it possible for more shows to do this in the future. It’s like what happened with more lgbtq representation within animation and how it expanded throughout shows as more creators took the initiative. 
Byler is such a nuanced queer ship and subverts so many tropes as well as fighting some of those gay stereotypes. Both Mike and Will as characters are different in their journeys to discovering themselves and their sexualities. The show also incorporates a wide range of queer themes and it’s much more than the obvious ones but also ones that we don’t really see portrayed on tv enough like internalised homophobia and comphet. 
More on Byler being nuanced as a ship in general! It’s a ship that heavily relies on emotional chemistry between characters and the love they share between them is something so pure and realistic, they aren’t dramatised in any way. The buildup between them would feel so natural: childhood best friends to lovers. They already share a very intimate level of comfort and I think later on in S5 when you’d get to see their relationship dynamic it’ll truly be so heartwarming. I know it may come as a surprise to casual viewers after Vol 2 and we might get some very annoying reactions but I think after it being blatantly confirmed once we get to see their relationship dynamic in S5 a lot more of them will warm up to it because I mean these two are adorable and if you’re really looking you can see it!
The time period is something to note: show set in the 80s having one of their main couples being gay! It’s quite iconic because a lot of people use the time period as an argument against to why the show might not make it canon which is just heteronormative and ugh because gay people did exist in the 80s! Their struggles were quite different then however as society was more heteronormative and less accepting so them just casually normalising depicting gay characters even in a show set in the 80s goes against that problematic idea of why it would be unrealistic for shows set in the past to have lgbtq characters. We also really get some interesting storylines about being lgbtq in the 80s as well. Besides, the existance of Robin Buckley already refutes that idea (I love her she’s amazing and iconic) and having two more confirmed gay characters within the main cast IN A RELATIONSHIP would be so amazing in terms of queer representation. Plus, it wouldn’t be unrealistic at all because as a show that focuses on social outcasts and rebelling against social expectations it would make so much sense for them to be depicting exactly that through their range of characters.
The problematic pattern of gay ships being sunk in the favour of the “ultimate straight ship” would be challenged and subverted. People go in expecting that this one ship would become canon because it makes sense on a surface level and fans are just used to being fed the straight ship they’ve rooted for since day one becoming canon eventually. This has been a pattern that media has created that feeds into fanservice and heteronormativity that’s why majority of the general audience are under the assumption that the they won’t go through with Byler and that Mike and El will have to end up together because it makes sense according to conventional storytelling patterns of the past. However, ST making Byler canon is just a complete subversion of those conventional storytelling patterns and heteronormative expectations, it’ll make media history for sure when the gay ship is given preference and made endgame over the highly hyped up straight ship, it’s just so revolutionary and also breaks so any problematic tropes of gay characters and ships being easily disregarded to favour the straights because so many people right now assume that Will is just going to be rejected and this is just all forced representation because Mike and El are endgame, right?
I think a lot of people would go over and re-watch the show if Mike and Will were made canon to look for signs and hints especially because I’m sure the writers/the cast would do so many interviews explaining how it’s been built up for sometime now. I mean Noah, David Harbour and the Duffers have already said that in regards to Will’s feelings for Mike. And watching the show through “romantic Byler lens” there are a lot of things people will pick up for sure like everything about the crazy together scene, the tragedy of the Byler fight and a lot of queercoding too. Mike’s eccentric behaviour in S3/4 would also be viewed in a much different light if you take him being gay into consideration and people would just really understand his character more. Also, a lot of people would go over the many byler proofs the fanbase has collected over the years and that will definitely gear people in! This would just tell people to look deeper into details that shows place as well instead of what’s surface level obvious. Plus, encouraging stranger things fans to look deeper is a good mindset to have going into S5, I feel like with the last season coming, they want us to find as many Easter eggs as possible! As for concerns about people just being negative and ignorant of everything in relation to Byler, it doesn’t matter, I think S5 would truly build up Byler more blatantly as most of the audience would be in on it at this point and fans who may not want to look into deeper details may change their mind after more blatant depiction of Byler.
Ultimately, the ship being made canon is just so so good for queer fans in general. Queer fans who see two characters of the same sex having as much chemistry as two of the opposite and having great reasons for why they should become canon/them becoming canon being a possibility. We have to compile proofs after proofs, explanations after explanations and people who don’t understand see it as delusional behaviour which is not the case. We live in a world where we’re marginalised and deprived of representation. Characters of the opposite sex can intimately look at each other and that’s enough for the fanbase to be rooting for them and for the show to make them canon because heteronormativity is a drug. However, the same isn’t true for same-sex characters, we have to compile reasons and make lists and constantly try to prove queerness and we never know whether we’re going to get the good end of the bargain or not. We can get so much queercoding at times and at times even get queerbaited with the creators actually having no intention to make our ship canon because staying heteronormative is the safe option but rather feeding off of our support which is so frustrating time and time again. (The biggest reason to why I don’t believe the Duffers are tricking us is because of their decision to not only confirm Will as gay and involve a narrative about it this season but also have it center around him having feelings for Mike which is just crazy to think about how that’s confirmed and directly shown after years and years of subtext). 
I do believe based on what we’ve gotten so far from all the narrative evidence, the reactions from the cast, details matching up with Byler so perfectly and them confirming Will as gay after so much queercoding in previous seasons that they are going down the requited Byler route and for all the reasons I’ve stated it will truly be so wonderful and revolutionary and a huge win. If they don’t, I genuinely will be disappointed as it would be so much wasted potential and queerbaiting due to all the promo they’ve done especially this pride month but I am keeping my fingers crossed here and as of now based on all the signs I’m sure we’re heading towards a win! 
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first three words that come to mind for each mbti type based on absolutely nothing:
ENTJ- cold, command, villainous
ENTP- joker, prick, devil
INTJ- cold, machine, calculate
INTP- isolate, analyse, ingenious
INFP- feel, empathy, story
INFJ- weird, calm, warm
ENFJ- weird, warm, love
ENFP- chaos, sugar, crack
ESFP- party, socialise, colourful
ESFJ- understand, compromise, connect
ISFJ- knowledge, sentiment, reason
ISFP- kind, touch, sympathy
ISTP- reserve, stoic, perceive
ISTJ- order, cold, tradition
ESTJ- command, obey, decide
ESTP- indulge, chaos, kaboom
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This is so random but what about jungkook helping oc pick a nail polish color for herself because she can’t pick one
"Pink?"
"No ive had that one too often"
"Red?"
"Cant, too bright for class"
"Blue?"
"Had it 2 weeks ago"
"Green?"
"Jungkook are you just naming colours or actually thinking of what would suit me?" You huff as you look up from you makeup drawer where all your nail polishes were ligned up, catching Jungkook mindlessly scrolling on his phone.
"So and so?" He sighs, turning off his phone "sugar i think every colour looks good on you" winking he brushes his hair back before getting up and walking over to you, analysing the polishes in front of him
"What about this one?" He picks up a pastel yellow one
"No i-" you begin to talk but then stop "actually, that one might work" you hum, grabbing it from his hands and pressing a light kiss on his cheek "thanks"
"You stress me out"
"You love adrenaline" you sing back
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"MAYBE WE COULD HAVE DINNER"
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Pairing - Lenny Miller x fem!reader
Summary - With your cooperation being over, it's time for that dinner date Lenny promised.
Warnings - semi-public sex, fingering, voyeurism, dub con, controlling.
Word count - 2.3k+
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“Maybe we could have dinner”
As if that would be an option. CIA agent Lenoard ‘Lenny’ Miller was a man that always got his way. He always got what he wanted, and he wanted you. Lenny was pleased to discover you when you became a prime suspect for the assassination of a German politician. He became eager to have you in the palm of his hand. And it was easy catching leverage on you. You didn’t want this life, you wanted a normal life. And you were almost free of it. Now you just fell from one pair of hands to another. Lenny was a nice handler to you however. He gave you the resources you needed and didn’t put all that pressure on you. The only issue was that he was possessive over you, he had to know what you were doing at all times. You thought it was bullshit that you had to stay in the same lodging or connecting hotel rooms as you. “I just want to look after you” he claimed. 
There was a lot of tension between you two. He watched you as if he was eye fucking you. Lenny’s thumb would brush over his lips a lot when you gave him reports. Don’t mention how he was always checking you out, sometimes he would even touch you ‘harmlessly’. To fix up your shirt or to get past you it would seem to the blind eye. It was nothing you weren’t used to. Just all a part of the job, you would tell yourself. It surprised you with how he just didn’t take you, claim you, fuck you. He was professional though, he wanted the work done first. Business before pleasure after all. 
But business is over now and Lenny didn’t hesitate to jump straight into pleasure. 
The choice of restaurant was exactly how you expected it. A five star restaurant in a high rise building. A small orchestra performing classical music by the over the top water fountain. There was no coincidence that your reservation was an isolated, dimly lit booth. Just your luck. You hoped Lenny was a respectable man. 
You were wearing a strapless black sequin mini dress, accompanied by black heels. A couple of silver rings on your fingers, Finished off with a matching set of silver threader earrings and lariat necklace. He brought you the whole outfit. With the excuse that tonight was a special occasion and he thought it would look beautiful on you. He wore a typical black and white suit, hair styled the same. It looked good on him, obviously. 
Lenny loved to ramble on. Gloating on all of his accomplishments over the years. The way he talked was seductive however but you refused to fall for his act. Half of his stories fell deaf onto your ears throughout the expensive and exquisite courses of foods you’ve never even heard of before. You would merely chuckle at a random sentence and have another sip of champagne. 
“Anyways, that’s enough about me. Tell me more about you” 
You knew he just wanted to fuck you. But it would just make him look sweeter this way. Taking you out for a fancy dinner, asking you about your hobbies and dreams. He was extremely charming nevertheless. Too charming to be a CIA agent, that’s for sure. But he was a bit too old for your style, it intimidated you a lot. You were used to guys your age, but you hardly got around to fucking people anyways. Only a couple of guys over the years, you like to think that you put your line of work first and you were always working. The only older guys you would flirt with on assignments were creepy perverts. Luckily you never had to go to the extent of fucking. 
The expensive champagne made his voice seem like it would taste like sugar and honey. He spoke in such confidence, the way the words would come off his lips so relaxed and calm. His eyes spoke louder than his words however. They were dripping with desire. He would be analysing your every move. How your chest would raise when he would ask you of your childhood or how relaxed you would become when he would make you laugh over something silly. His body language also said a lot. He was leaning closer to you, but kept a short respectable distance. 
The rim of the whisky glass rested at his lips as he watched you play with your food. You didn’t like to eat much, or you still didn’t feel comfortable around him. Lenny finished his whiskey and waved his hand to the waiter for another. The buzz of the champagne distracted you, when you looked back over to Lenny he slid down the booth right next to you. 
“By the way, I’m very proud of you” he said controlled, but his captivating blue eyes, they said a lot. “For your cooperation and excellent work. You helped me out a lot” he added, his left hand resting on your bare thigh and right hand wrapped around your back keeping you close. “I hope this dinner can show my gratitude” he whispered, his left hand trailing circles on your skin. You took in a sharp breath from his actions, feeling the goosebumps rapidly spreading. “Are you enjoying yourself? I figure you do this a lot, go to fancy dinners and drink overpriced champagne that always tastes the same. But I would like to think that our date is a bit different. This is pleasure, not business after all” he said with ease, his hand raising up your thigh. 
“Still feels like business to me” you scoffed, eyes darting around to see if anyone is watching, but you were in the clear. 
Lenny laughed quietly and leaned closer to your ear, his hand gripping onto your inner thigh. “You didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to” he snorted. 
Bullshit. You were still under his order. But then yet again, you didn’t turn down his offer of dinner. So you will never really know if there was a choice. His fingers rub against your covered pussy. You knew you were going to get fucked by him tonight, but you didn’t think it would make such a slutty move here. He was a CIA agent after all. Lenny lets out a distasteful sigh, he really hoped you went bare. You were grateful there was a long black table cloth covering this assault from the public eye. But everyone would be too focused on themselves to notice you anyways. 
It was hard, pretending that you didn’t enjoy his touch. But you still had a bit of dignity left. You took another sip of your champagne, his chin rested on your shoulder as he continued to stroke your core. Your skin quickly heated up and your thighs began to tremble. The waiter came back with a new glass of whiskey for Lenny. But he went unnoticed by Lenny, as he was occupied assaulting your bare neck. His jaw was clenched and eyes locked onto you, fucking perv. But he wouldn’t dare to say anything, this probably happened a lot around here. Lenny will just have to cough up a generous tip. 
“Would you like any desserts?” he asked finally, eyes stuck on you still. You kept your face pointed away, extremely embarrassed by the situation. 
Lenny sat up straight and sighed, his arms returning to his sides in the process. “Darling?” he asked you innocently, looking at you. 
“No thank you” you mumbled, just wanting the waiter to fuck off. He’s probably resisting not rubbing himself off. 
“Just the bill please” Lenny grinned. 
When the waiter left, Lenny returned to his previous position. He kissed your neck and jaw. A soft whimpering moan left your lips as he stroked your sweet spot. He chuckled by your ear, a finger slipped past your thong and right into your canal. Your cheeks were so flustered, you were grateful for the dim lighting. The last thing you needed was Lenny to see how overwhelmed he had gotten you. But he already knew that, as he could feel the heat on your cheeks and how you were shaking down there. You shuddered when his free hand grabbed the side of your face to bring you in closer. 
“Are you not enjoying this?” he asked, offended by your response. You didn’t reply. “If you want me to stop, you just have to ask” he teased. 
There were no tricks. All you had to do was say “stop”, so why couldn’t you? It had been a while, feeling a man's touch. And you would be lying if you told him that you weren’t enjoying it. And you would be lying even more if you didn’t develop an eccentric ‘little’ crush on him. Even though Lenoard Miller was an manipulative, arrogant asshole who blackmailed you into working for him, he was fucking gorgeous. He had the most mesmerising side profile you have ever seen. You’ve never been with someone this older than you however. It would be daunting knowing how extremely experienced he was. You don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him, how could you look at him the same way?     
“You don’t want me to stop, do you?” he laughed, a second finger pumping inside of you now. 
You didn’t. 
“You like this mhm? My fingers deep inside of you while we are at a fucking restaurant? I knew you’d be a dirty little whore. Female killers always are, craving a powerful man’s dick so fucking bad. You type of girls always just need someone to show your place. And you belong under me. You got that?” he growled, holding your face close to him while his fingers were still deep inside of you. 
“Y-yes sir” you whimpered, a heavy gulp followed. 
It was crazy how accurate he was. You did crave that, despite how much you ignored those feelings and thoughts, to be underneath someone. You liked being controlled, you liked not having the options of choices in your life. It was all you had ever known after all. It was all a pretence, a strong independent woman who could always defend herself. You didn’t want that life, it was so exhausting. This is common though, all female assassins have major daddy issues. 
You both heard the waiter cough to get someone’s attention. Lenny grumbled, his clean hand slipped into jacket pocket and he threw his wallet towards the waiter. Moans started to viciously leave your lips as his fingers pumped in and out of you faster. Your head fell onto his shoulder, one hand holding onto his opposite shoulder around his back and the other hand gripped onto his upper arm. Lenny laughed and leaned you both back in the booth seat. 
“Come on, don’t be greedy. Give me a rub sweetheart” he sneered, nuzzling your forehead.
Your hand hesitantly fell from his arm to his crotch. It was shocking how thick he felt. It seemed to be as hard as cement somehow. Your palm rubbed him through his trousers. A groan slipped from his lips and he kissed you intensely. His tongue slipped down your throat before you could even fight his tongue off. You moaned into his hot mouth, his fingers travelling deeper inside of you. Your hand gripped onto the outline of his cock, kneading him in unison of his pumps. 
You tightened around his fingers. Lenny knew you were about to fucking orgasm. He slid in four fingers, you almost screamed. Your mouths separated, both panting. “Does my baby need to come?” he teased, pace slowly down. 
“Ye-yes, please Lenny. Please!” you begged, kissing his neck desperately. Your hand tried to slip into his trousers but the belt obstructed the access and you were too frustrated to undo it. Lenny chuckled, slowly picking up his pace again. 
“Who do you belong to?” he asked blankly, staring at you with dark eyes. 
“You, I-I belong to you” you cried, your hips rocking on his fingers since he wasn’t doing good enough for you at the moment. 
“Such a needy little slut” he grinned as he returned to give you the satisfaction you desired. The satisfaction you needed. “You ready? To come all over my hand?” he smirked, all four fingers deep inside of you. His knuckles started to slip inside of you as well, his thumb rubbing your clit perfectly. You clenched around his hand, you were a whimpering mess. “Kiss me, I would hate for you to get everyone’s attention from screaming”.
You did as he said. It was good advice, because he hit your sensitive spot right after. You moaned into his mouth again. Greedily, you stopped touching him as you were completely focused on yourself. 
You were breathless as you were coming undone your handler’s hands. Your face fell forward, biting onto Lenny’s shoulder as your cries muffled out against Lenny’s shirt. He hissed, but he was grinning at the same time. You humped onto his hand, riding out your climax to its full extent. As you finished on him, your body went limp onto him. He was so fucking intoxicating.  
His soaked hand slipped out of you. Looking at his sticky fingers briefly, he sucked them clean, moaning in the process. You held onto his body tightly, panting like you had just run a marathon. Lenny planted a soft kiss to your heated forehead as he picked up his whiskey. He noticed the bill and his wallet back on the table and smirked to himself. He downed his whisky in one hit. 
“Come on, I’m not done with you yet” he whispered into your ear, you nodded your head softly realising that your night is far from over.
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"Believe me, I love being held like this," the artist began, turning his face towards the Lord with a mischievous smirk on his lips, "but I'd rather be turned the other way and for you to be naked to appreciate it properly." Aziraphale opens his eyes wide, his eyebrows high. He blinks a couple of times, carefully analysing the position before slowly dissolving it, puffing. "You wish," he mutters. "You don't know how much," Anthony confirmed. "But I think you can guess by now." Once free to move as he pleases, the artist turns his body, placing himself perpendicular to the chair, his torso partially facing the Lord's belly and arms on his thighs. His face rests on a forearm, bent so that he can point his eyes straight into those of Aziraphale. He observes him from below, his head a little more than twenty centimetres from the Lord's groin. "Crowley..." "I'd take you right here and now," whispers the artist, interrupting him. His left hand slides over the fabric of his trousers, from knee to mid-thigh. [ ... ] "Would you like to hear me beg for more?" He asks. "No", Anthony replies, lips curving into a slight smile as the grip on his knee gradually loosens. "I'd make anyone else despair, but you'd only have to ask."
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[In] the making and unmaking of amphibious urban modernity in Recife in the Northeast of Brazil [...] the transformation of the city was predicated on [...] [a] notion of whiteness that required the enclosure of wet, amphibious space to make dry land. [...] Racialised groups – of black, indigenous, and mixed heritages – and the houses, marshlands, and mangroves where they lived, were subject to eradication [...]. [F]rom the 1920s to 1950s, during the rise to hegemony in Brazil of [a form of nationalism,] [...] [the] idea's heartland [was] the Northeast. This period gave birth to Brazilian urban modernity [...]. [F]orests, wetness, and the spectre of commonly held land were understood as threats to whiteness and its self-association with order, purity [...]. To answer the question of why the racial division of nature was so important, [...] turn to the hygienic, boundary-making practices of the Brazilian Estado Novo [...] [and its] eugenic visions [...].
Nature is deeply imbricated in the processes of white supremacy [...]. Recife is one of the largest cities in Brazil, and one of the oldest. [...] Recife is also a centre of Brazilian black culture [...]. One of the key sites in Brazil's slave and sugar trades [...], the city was [...] [a] hub. Many of these people lived in what came to be called mocambos, a word that designated an informal dwelling, but came to mean much more. The population of the mocambos included not only black Brazilians, but sertanejos from the backlands, black and indigenous caboclos, and others [...]. Enclosure was the crucial mechanism of this division.
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The Recifense geographer Josué de Castro contended that the mangroves were a kind of commons [...]. Zélia de Oliveira Gominho (2012) characterises the city's transformation [from 1920 to 1950] through the oscillation between its twin faces of “mucambópolis” and Veneza Americana (the Venice of the Americas). [...]
Mocambos were seen as [...] the place where exploited labour was kept out of sight. [...] They were also [...] the inheritance [...] of the quilombo - the community of escaped slaves. [...]
Gilberto Freyre was perhaps the single most influential figure in producing this defining national myth in Brazil. In 1936, he wrote a book on the Mucambos do Nordeste [...]. Josué de Castro wrote very differently about the mangroves and mocambos. [...] He analysed Recife as “amphibious”: built half in and half out of the water [...]. When Josué de Castro [...] [wrote] in the early 1930s, the city was in the midst of political turbulence. As land values increased, the city expanded, and [...] [oppressive] politics intensified [...].
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With the installment of the [...] [oppressive] Estado Novo regime in 1937, and its project of creating a “new man,” hygienist modernisation gathered speed. In July 1939, the proto-fascist administration [...] of Agamenon Magalhães, put in place by Getúlio Vargas' repressive Estado Novo, launched the Liga Social Contra o Mocambo (Social League Against the Mocambo, LSCM). The League emerged out of a tellingly named “Crusade” against the mocambos. [...]
Mocambos were characterised as repellent, unhygienic, and dangerous: “the mocambo which repels. The mocambo which is the tomb of a race … a sombre landscape of human misery … which mutilates human energy and annuls work [...].
The LSCM couched its civilisational, modernising mission in the conjuncture of techno-scientific discourses of medicine and planning with clear eugenic tones [...]. [T]he LSCM commissioned a fresh census of the 45,000 mocambos in the city. They brought the mocambos/mangroves into being as objects of knowledge on behalf of the economic elite and local, national, and international capital. In the 1923 census in Recife, “of 39,026 dwellings surveyed, 51.1% were considered ‘deficient’ mocambos.” [...]
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These were the decades of the embranquecimento of the Brazilian population through public policies of immigration, miscegenation, and sterilisation [...]. This white supremacist ideology was inseparably a politics of nature. Magalhães wrote:
The idle life, the life that the income of the mocambos provides, is a life without restlessness and without greatness. It is a life of stagnant water. … [that] generates in its breast the venom of larvae, which are the enemies of life. Enemies of life, as are the mocambos and the sub-soil of cities, where the polluted waters contaminate pure waters, which come from the deepest layers of the earth. (Magalhães, 1939c, n.p.)
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Attempts to “cleanse” the city functioned through a distinct process: aterramento, the making of land. [...]
Or as 1990s mangue beat [mangrove beat] musicians [...] put it, “the fastest way also to obstruct and evacuate the soul of a city like Recife is to kill its rivers and fill up its estuaries” [...]. This racial division of nature - in alliance with, bound up with, a racial division of space - facilitated the production of spacialised white supremacy.
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All above text by: Archie Davies. "The racial division of nature: Making land in Recife". Transactions of the Institute of British Geographers Volume 46, Issue 2, pp. 270-283. First published 29 November 2020. [Bold emphasis and paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Presented here for teaching, commentary, criticism purposes.]
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Have you been up to the Milei election in Argentina? He was using Pochita and Chainsaw Man as symbols for new liberalism, hoping to see how Fujimoto answer that.
I'm aware of that, and I find it all the more ironic that Chainsaw Man is about the consequences of capitalism on childhood, identity and creation.
Pochita is the one who allies himself with a boy abandoned by the system, drowning in debt and with no access to education.
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The first trailer uses a sequence shot to show passers-by walking down the street without paying any attention to a breathless child buried in an alleyway.
I've already analysed the anti-capitalist nature of Chainsaw Man, as well as the fact that Fujimoto talks not only about his relationship with the fans but also about the effects of a frantic pace on his creation.
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Milei intends to cut into public spending like the anarcho-capitalist that he is. Yet Denji is the result of a lack of public spending on child protection, just as part 2 focuses on the effects of a consumer society (symbolised by derivative products) to forget the real problems (the war with demons) just as they are unaware that a boy is behind the figure of Chainsaw Man
A boy who carries the weight of the society in which he wants to be included, without any real success, and whose back becomes bent and whose gaze emptied.
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Pochita symbolises love, the far right advocates hate
So when Milei has Pochita in her hands, it's all the more contradictory
I don't think Fujimoto will comment on this, but he knows all about contradictions
A symbol of almost unlimited creation, of a creator who does nothing but wonder about art while hating his own profession, he is above all an author who hides behind the figure of Pochita when he appears in public for fear of dying for his own creations.
Ultra-liberalism is the death of creation
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