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reallygrossstuff · 2 months

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can u pls write dirk going into jake's house while jake is like in the bathroom, and picks up some cursed object (maybe like one of those ancient statues that look like a fat woman with big tits) that transforms him into an ultra confident fatty with a huuuuge gut and big milky tits. still goes by he/him, just has big breasts that are absolutely leaking. perhaps with jake also coming out and seeing dirk, and dirk seduces him and jake falls head over heels. thank u!!!

Those Venus of Willendorf statues are really funny, thanks for reminding me about them! I hope you enjoy, there isn't a lot of characterisation just because of the length but hopefully he's confident enough for you!

"Make yourself at home!" Jake smiled wide, waving Dirk off as he left the room. "I'll be out once I've washed up a little, sorry for the delay."

"Don't sweat it, man." Dirk shrugged, watching Jake step into the hall. "I get it, I should've called ahead. Don't rush yourself just for me."

"All the same, I won't be long!" Jake retreated down the hallway and out of sight, leaving Dirk alone in the trophy room as the sound of running water reached his ears.

They hadn't been on Earth C for long, but Jake had already managed to amass a notable collection. It was missing the pelts, heads and horns that he'd bragged to Dirk about collecting on his island - apparently hunting was only fun when the creatures were truly dangerous, and being a god took away from that somewhat - but the space had been more than filled with various cultural artefacts. Running his finger across the edge of a shelf, Dirk could see medallions, casts of wall carvings and other small trinkets taking up every bit of space in the room.

Jake was clearly proud of his collection, but he hadn't done much to keep it untouched. Nothing was behind glass or cordoned off, probably so he could pick up any of his prizes without delay. Dirk had watched Jake heft many of the objects in this room while regaling him with a story of its provenance, almost always ending with Jake relieving it from a lost ruin or rescuing it from being lost under a new development project.

Dirk was familiar with most of the items in the room, but there was always something being swapped in or out that caught his eye. Today it was a statuette still on Jake's work table, apparently so recent it hadn't even been found a place yet.

As Dirk approached to look at it, he was reminded of photographs he'd seen of old Venus statues from his own Earth. The figure was squat and lacking in details, only identifiable as a woman by its large breasts. These breasts sat on top of a round belly, which seemed to be the most carefully carved part of the whole statue. Dirk could see the shape of multiple defined rolls cut into the grainy stone, as well as an indentation for the statue's navel.

There were disposable gloves left on the table next to the statuette, but it looked clean enough. Interested in a closer look, Dirk reached out and grabbed it.

Click!

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Shutting off the tap, Jake frowned as he dried his hands. He could've sworn he'd heard something, but the sound wasn't familiar and it didn't repeat. Shaking his head, he made sure he was totally clean before opening the bathroom door and walking out.

"Dirk, are you still in the trophy room?" He called out, heading towards the room in question. "I'm all washed up now, so we can get-"

His breath caught in his throat as a figure stepped through the doorway, barely fitting. "Get what? If it isn't 'get food' or 'get to bed', it can probably wait."

The man standing in the hall couldn't possibly have been Dirk, except for all the ways it had to be. He still had the same gelled hair, and the same pointed shades, but everything else was completely changed.

For one, he was taller than Jake now. The two had previously been of a height, with Jake less than an inch taller. Now Jake needed to tip his head up to fix Dirk with a look of disbelief, the other man having more than a full head of height over him.

As tall as Dirk had gotten, though, he'd grown twice as much in width. There was no polite way to say it - in the space of a minute, Dirk had gotten unbelievably fat. His clothes had been reduced to shreds, scraps of denim stuck between his thighs and the remains of a shirt hanging off his shoulders speaking to an explosive growth.

Every part of Dirk was fat, from a round face that wobbled when he spoke to tree-trunk thighs that had dragged against each other as he stepped into the hall. By far his largest feature, though, was his massive doughy gut. It hung in front of him, an apron of flab sagging down to his knees. Jake swallowed thickly, realising that belly was all that currently preserved Dirk's modesty.

Dirk's belly was indulgently round, its surface only marred by the deep navel currently making eyes at Jake. Jake knew Dirk had scars, but the miles and miles of skin on display for him was all perfectly unmarked. Not a single cut or ripple or speck of acne distracted from the most basic fact of how huge Dirk's middle was.

Jake tried to tear his eyes up to Dirk's face, but they got caught along the way. Sitting splayed across the top of Dirk's gut were a pair of equally affecting breasts, larger and more shapely than any he'd seen before. They were fat, yes, but that only meant they were rounder, heavier, sitting more appealingly on top of Dirk's belly. As Jake stared helplessly, he realised that each of Dirk's large, puffy nipples was starting to leak fluid.

Well, he definitely wasn't going to think about that!

"Dirk, what - what on Earth happened to you?!" Jake asked helplessly, taking a step back as if that would make him easier to take in.

"Me? Who knows." Dirk shrugged with an uncharacteristic lack of care, putting his hands on his hips. He looked down, seeming to notice for the first time how wide he was and how much his flabby fingers sank into his body. His only reaction was to smile, leaving his hands where they were. "If I knew I'd do it again, are you seeing me right now?"

"Er, yes, I certainly am 'seeing you'. I could see a little less of you if you wanted to find some clothes that fit?"

"Sounds boring." Reaching up, Dirk began tugging the last scraps of cloth off of his body, even the slight motion causing his breasts and gut to sway from side to side. "I'm not interested in covering up. Is it distracting you?"

"Quite a bit, yes." Jake's voice came out squeakier than he'd intended it, especially when Dirk took a lumbering step closer. Jake could only watch as his body bounced with the motion, Dirk's gut swinging up and plunging down only a foot away from Jake's body.

This close, Jake could just about see Dirk's eyes through his shades. There was all the sharp wit and intellect of normal in them, but as Jake stared, he thought he could see… something else. Something simpler. "Good," he drawled, reaching out and cupping Jake's face in one soft, pudgy hand. "Do you want to let me distract you some more? If you keep acting cute, I might let you have a taste.

Jake swallowed thickly, watching milk pool atop Dirk's gut before dribbling down his front. He knew it was on him to be the voice of reason, to say that something was obviously amiss and Dirk's opinion on the matter couldn't be trusted. He needed to pull the brakes on this whole situation and get things sorted.

Wetting his lips, Jake said, "Do you think you'll still fit on the bed?"

Dirk's lips curled slowly upwards. "Not a chance, but let's try it anyway."

#really gross stuff #homestuck #fatstuck #dirk strider #jake english #weight gain

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badedramay · 1 year

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Something that has really begun to bother me recently on Pak drama Twitter is the hyperfocus on two or three male leads. Fairytale and Yaqeen Ka Safar are two dramas I moderately enjoyed, and I liked Farjaad and Asfi as characters. It's also arguable there isn't an extensive list of appreciable male leads to write home about anyway. But I'm bored verging on irritated that these two are all people can seem to congratulate. Makes me think people haven't actually watched as many dramas or are as invested in the industry's progression as they act like they are..

ouff i've been thinking about this lately!

ol they most definitely aren't interested in the industry as a whole. personally, I don't blame them. everyone has their own tastes and if Farjad or Asfi are the only two characters that satisfy the tastes of most of the stantwt population then that's not their fault. we have to accept that the PakDrama stantwt is actually a very niche audience and a one that keeps rotating with years. so like..stans that were active on twt back in 2015 aren't as active now cuz life moved them in a certain direction. or even if they are still active here, they end up getting more into the Turk dramaland or kdramas so they just don't talk about PakDramas anymore. with each inactive Pakdrama account, a certain kind of discourse on some particular dramas get sealed off. and it's not just PakDrama stantwt that behaves this way. i have seen it happen with kdramas stantwt as well. for the newer fans, history begins right from the show that got them into a particular genre of fiction (in a general sense). like i have been following both PakDramas and Kdramas for more than a decade now and I have seen first hand how in both instances the trends and sensibilities have changed. many newer fans haven't. so they cannot get into the older shows without feeling disconnected with them cuz of how "outdated" they look. this disconnect doesn't give them the chance to then critique objectively. this and also how there's no one really interested in reading such critique.

for example..Faysal Qureshi is a senior actor, right? the man has worked in the industry for decades and he works HARD to still keep in shape in a way that he can justify his position as a "leading man". but on stantwt he is only criticized for "trying too hard" and only "romancing women half his age without shame" as if the man HASN'T worked with co-actors his age. Fitoor and Farq aren't the only two projects he has done in his career. the man has done a Baba Jani as well. as well as Haiwan. as well as Roag. he has been the leading man of two of the best Umera Ahmed written scripts Meri Zaat Zara-e-Benishan and Qaid e Tanhai. his current choice of work cannot discredit his past filmography. if this man is adapting to the changing trends of the industry, how has that his fault? but you won't see such discourse of stantwt happening because CURRENTLY he's a problematic man only doing problematic shows with problematic age-difference pairings. why? disconnect of the past from the present.

as for why characters like Farjad and Asfi are hailed as best heroes that's because they are pure "green flags". because these characters have no moral flaws, their goodness stands the test of time. because the stories they are part of didn't demand that they make any mistakes for any conflict to happen in the plot, they remain safe from judgement. and because they benefit from being part of a "romance" that has a sizable following and also they are played by men who have a "crushable" personality..they simply get amplified more as the "best heroes to ever hero" cuz they have MORE fans backing up their claims. warna dekha jaye toh Obi's character in both Surkh Chandni and Baaghi were supportive, progressive men who unconditionally loved their partners and had no glaring moral flaws that would make them the subject of lengthy criticism. but because Obi doesn't have the kind of fangirly fans that Ahad and Hamza have toh Amaan and Sheheryar don't get talked about as much as Asfi and Farjad do. it's just the maths of it all.

from my experience of being in this stanning/fangirling mess for over half my life I can confidently say that for anything to become popular and to retain that popularity you need to TALK about it. one constantly has to bring the subject up in different discourses. and that takes a lot of time and energy. it's easy enough when it's an ongoing phenomenon and there are many similar voices sharing the same energy to talking about this one particular thing but the real test starts when that one thing stops airing. with newer and better things constantly taking the place of the old and flawed, not everyone will have the same dedication towards a particular character or story to reinterpret or transform it in such a way that it fits the ever changing sensibilities of the current audience. like heck..i've been talking about doing a proper extensive Diyar e Dil rewatch for DAYS now but i just can't find the time and energy to dedicate the hours to it the way I know the show requires. mujhse khud nahin horaha..kisi aur ko kya blame karna?

#type: opinion #drama industry affairs #pakistani drama #i know i ended the reply on a bleak note but i'd say #if you feel bored of the same characters..talk about the characters YOU like #i ASSURE you there are people still out there who will share the same passion as you #it's just that don't either have the time to initiate the conversation #or they dont know how to #but i feel there's always an audience for something #the older fans do turn up unexpectedly at the sight of the familiar

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kpop-dungeon-dark · 3 years

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ALPHA HYBRID!JONGIN X YOU

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Semi-Noncon, breeding, claiming. Both characters are of legal age in this. This does not represent Kim Jongin nor anyone affiliated in any way and is purely a work of fiction. Browse at your own risk, you've been warned.

Request: Your mate Alpha Jongin claims you on a full moon against your will.

Y/n rolled her eyes at the eldest son of the Kims, Jongin, before she sipped on her drink and walked to the other side of the hall where the party was being held. She was only here because her mom forced her to do so, saying the whole family was invited and it'd be rude. The annoyed girl was standing in one of the many big balls of his mansion. And Jongin was so damn cocky, arrogant, proud and fucking smug.

The Kims were an elite wolf hybrid family and Jongin's father was the current mayor of the city. Humans and wolf hybrids coexisted throughout the whole world with almost all the hybrids being elite, the specie almost a class of its own. Currently, Jongin was showing off some project he was working on for the city whilst literally eye fucking Y/n who was the daughter of his father's human bestfriend.

She wondered what girl would fall for him. He was way too fucking over confident in himself and his abilities. The man carried himself like he was above everyone else around him and probably thought that too. How could anyone like him? Ugh. He was too much to bear with.

"You seemed bored during my speech." Y/n broke out of her trance, jumping a bit when she heard the familiar deep voice behind her. Rolling her eyes she stood up straight now as she was leaning against the railing of one of the many balconies of the mansion, staring at the full moon. "Tsk… isn't this kind of weather cold for you humans? What if you get sick, you foolish little girl…" Before his warm coat was draped over her naked shoulders.

Clenching her fist, the girl turned around to glare up at him. "I am 20! I am not litt-" she stopped abruptly when she came in face to chest contact with the taller, gulping at how he was staring down at her. "J- Jongin…" She whispered, throat dry.

"Hm…?" He casually sounded like he didn't have her trapped against the railing like that. Looking down at her soft curly locks, he softly pushed them out of her pretty face, tucking the strands behind her ear. "Better now that I can see that beautiful face fully."

Y/n felt her legs trembling. She had never been this close to another man let alone Kim fucking Jongin! "Y- Your eyes… t- they're… r- red…" The girl had always found the fact that they could shift into literal wolves terrifying, that was also one of the many reasons she avoided interacting with hybrids as much as she could.

"They are?" Putting his hands on the railing on the Y/n's either sides, the man leaned down and levelled their gazes, staring down at her calmly. He liked how her cheeks were red and pupils shook with fear. Good. "It's a full moon after all. They get like this on such nights. But don't worry, doll. I won't hurt you. I've trained plenty to keep Kai under control. He doesn't bite" before he grinned, his own words contradicting his body because his teeth looked sharper and longer.

"O- Oh alright… I- I'll go then~" shrugging his coat off, the girl tried to escape but oh no.

"Did you think about what I said, little one?" His bigger hand grasped her smaller one before he pulled her right back into him. "My confession… the other day." Jongin raised an eyebrow and spoke before she would try to play dumb. "You're my mate, baby. I need you on these nights… But you're always so busy running away from your Alpha… your mate… your guardian…" His voice was sickeningly low and sweet, plump lips grazing against her cheek. "Your protector and owner."

Angered from his last words, the girl furrowed her eyebrows and glared up at him. "I- I can protect myself just f- fine! Thank you! N- Now let me g- go! I already told you I like someone else! Y- You're a hybrid! I am human! Do you really think I am t- that stupid?! NO. We can't be mates! We are different species!"

The male sighed and shook his head. "Not when you stutter like that. Tsk. You just have to make it so much harder and complicated than it actually is, right? Little brats like you just won't learn until they're taught. And luckily your Alpha is here to teach you all that you need to learn."

Usually, he'd be able to keep his wolf under control much more as well as his anger. But the moon shining so bright right in his face was not helping. And then this little girl right here, huffing so adorably in her top cut low dress was looking so damn beautiful. Her constant denial wasn't helping.

"Thinking your Alpha is a liar…" Throwing her over his shoulder, he smacked her ass. "Tsk. You deserve to be punished harshly for that, my little human" before another smack landed on her ass as the man entered his bedroom, locking the door before he threw her struggling form on the bed.

"L- LET ME GO! Y- YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Before she tried to take her heels off to hit him with that, making him throw his head back and laugh loudly.

"What a pathetic little mate I have!" Smacking her hands out of the way, the man ripped her shoes off before ripping her dress from the bottom all the way up to the top, causing her to squeak and try to hide herself. "Fuck! You're so beautiful, my little mate!" Catching her kick mid-air, the man crawled on top of her and smacked her lips softly before kissing her. "Trying to hurt your Alpha? Bad baby."

Y/n was constantly running her mouth while crying but the Alpha turned a deaf ear to it. "Just give into the way of the moons, my pretty one, you'll be so much better." Trapping her hands that she was continuously hitting him with above her head, the male started kissing her face all over, tasting her tears and getting hard on them. "So good…" Before Jongin pulled her underwear down and gagged her mouth with it, the girl's screams were muffled now.

"You're so pretty with your mouth stuffed by your underwear, baby." Holding her hands tightly in a bruising grip, the hybrid unzipped his pants, holding her thighs open with his knees before his fingers started to rub against her pussy lips, pushing them open and now playing with her folds, making her sensitive body jump up in his chest from the sudden stimulation, her slit leaking.

Jongin chuckled. "You tell me no but your body can't deny me, huh? Seems like it is much more obedient than this dumb little girl here, tsk." Y/n whined and tried kicking her legs when he pinched her pussy lips painfully. "Look at this wet cunt, tsk!" Before he smacked her folds, causing the girl to scream in pain, his cock standing up painfully hard. "You want another man?!" His fingers turned into half claws, voice getting animalistic. "Well too bad the only man that's going to be fucking you and having you is me!"

Y/n's head was pounding. She hated how good and wet she felt. Her entrance was clenching needily, wanting just any object to push in her right now. Even if it was a marker like she had back home. Of course she was naughty. The girl was 20 after all!

"Fuck baby I need you now~" before the Alpha pushed in her unprepared pussy. No marker or even toy would have prepared for this. Jongin's knot was fucking huge! The human's eyes widened and mouth fell open, her body jerking when he instantly hit her g-spot, not being able to hold back especially because of the full moon and going berserk, thrusting his whole thick knot in and out of her, snapping his fists rapidly.

"You like this baby?! You're inviting me further and further in like you love it!" Pinching her nipples, the man started to suck and bite at her tits, sucking wherever his lips touched and covering her in hickies. "Fuck baby! You're so fucking warm and tight!" He loved the smell of her purity coating his cock, balls upping in without any effort.

"You deny me like that but your body says yes. You're mine after all! And I'll rightfully fucking claim you as such!" Y/n felt her body submit more and more, eyes falling shut as she tried to breathe through her nose because her whole underwear was stuffed in her mouth.

"Tsk… you're blushing in pleasure… look at this naughty fucking girl!" Before he kissed her lips harshly, biting at them before he guided his hand back to her pussy, rubbing at her clit with his thumb while going faster and faster, licking at her dripping sweat. "You like it, Princess?! You like being forced to lay under your Alpha?! Tsk. I should have known! Little girls like you end up being the most desperate whores!"

Letting go of her hands, the man grabbed her jaw and moved her face, licking at the marking point, the junction between her shoulder and neck before he bit down hard, drawing blood out while she screamed and started to squirt, feeling her pussy spasm as her hands gripped his shoulders, shaking.

"I am going to fill your adorable little tummy with my pups. You'd like that, won't you, baby?" Jongin licked at the fresh claim mark on her skin, starting to fill her with his cum before hitting it up her g-spot repeatedly, Y/n's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she gripped his shoulders, trembling under him.

"Tell me how you feel, my pretty human…" The hybrid male husked before he pulled the underwear out of her mouth and kissed her passionately. His hands groped her perfect skin as he stopped thrusting, still letting his cock rest in her, balls deep.

"A- Alpha… Alpha please f- fill my tummy…" She finally submitted, sobbing. "I- I am sorry…" He was right. She could feel it now after being touched and claimed like this. "Y- You were r- right… I- I can feel it… I only w- want you… P- Please fill my tummy with your puppies…" Jongin smiled and kissed her tears.

"Good girl."

This is a pretty old request I found laying around along some others. I don't even have the actual request anymore so I made up a summary of the events that unfold.

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lavynrose · 3 years

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- a oneshot for artem wing when he finally mustered up courage to ask out their s/o to hang out as friends (theme parks or just garden strolls, you can pick which type of place you want i won't mind!) to confess to them and when he confesses their s/o confesses at the same time too? and the s/o is kinda shy and awkward with him so he gets surprised and all flustered with them confessing at the same time?

(ackk this has been stuck in my head for a while, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes since english isn't my first language! i hope u have a great day!! :D <3)

- coomkie anon ♡

Artem Wing and his s/o confessing at the same time pt. 1

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: Fluff

Warning/s: Grammatical errors probably

Notes: blushy artem is best artem, and we have celestine being the best wingwoman again

enjoy an amusement park date with Artem <3

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

If it had been any other person, they would be home right now.

but not him.

Even now, as the looming hours of the night began to tick, he sits at his swivel chair, busied with the love of his life called paperwork.

"Aren't you overworking yourself?" He looked up from his papers to see Celestine waltzing inside his office with documents in hand.

The question should've made him stop and think to at least consider getting rest, but no, we're talking about Artem the workaholic here.

He has heard Celestine's question directed at him for the past few days, and from different people at that.

"Overworking means I have more time to double-check these documents," Artem said as he reached out for the folder that Celestine brought over, "Don't you think it's pretty convenient?"

"Artem," She started with concern in her blue-green eyes, "I know you're trying to distract yourself."

Artem was silent for a few moments before coughing, "Whatever do you mean? There's nothing I have to distract myself from." He said with complete calmness in his voice that he could even fool himself.

"You don't have to hide it, you know? I see the way you look at them," She smiled as she recalled the lingering stares and soft smiles setting display into Artem's face when he's around his colleague "The way you act around Y/N." she added with a hint of teasing.

The mention of your name seemed to short-circuit Artem's brain, Celestine took advantage of this with delight.

"Also... They've been getting friendly and close with that new employee.." She puts her hands on her chin, thinking.

Earlier today, she caught Artem's looks of distraught while his eyes were on you and the new guy. You were having a friendly conversation.

Too friendly.

After that, The youngest senior attorney even requested you to work with him at his desk, claiming that he, quote "needs to keep close tabs on the files that Y/N is handling." end quote.

but Celestine knew better.

Jealous is the only word that can describe how Artem was acting. She decided she will push his buttons tonight.

"Aren't you... threatened?" She beamed at him, waiting for his reaction.

"..."

"They've been on your mind lately, I reckon."

"..."

"They're getting closer with each other, don't you think?"

"..."

Hopeless. Celestine thought.

To say that she's frustrated with this whole situation surrounding the two of you is an understatement. Everyone in your circle clearly sees it - you and Artem like each other.

In the way he bought cake for the whole office that one afternoon the day after an episode of an office drama aired, or in the way that he went out of his way to take care of you in the hospital when you overworked yourself to sickness, or in the way you blushed around each other, the lingering touches, oh the lingering touches. It was all obvious.

The both of you spend your time together more than anyone else, everyone thinks your blooming affections were inevitable at this point. Solving controversial cases meant having the mental and emotional intimacy to get to know each other better compared to your average professional relationship.

You don't see each other as "working partners" anymore, it's clear that you guys want each other as a different kind of partner.

It was known to everyone except for the two of you, apparantly.

Celestine sighed before rummaging through the magazine shelf in the office, grinning when she found what she's looking for.

Artem shot her a look of suspicion. He has a bad feeling about this.

"There." She said with satisfaction before dropping the magazine into his desk.

The magazine lays there, with an eye-catching font and colorful cover page, Artem blushes as his eyes read, 100 cute date ideas...

Judging from the cover, the magazine might actually be useful when giving date suggestions. Under the big font however, there was a smaller text that read, Your significant other is waiting!

What is this...

"I'm sorry but I have work to finish." He tried his best to unsee what he just saw, and decided to turn his focus on the headache of workload in front of him instead.

Celestine raised her eyebrows at him with a frown, "Don't be stubborn now, I'm your boss, I'm giving you both a day-off tomorrow. I mean, you haven't used your day-off at all ever since you started working here. So please. " Her voice is laced with concern.

He looked away with a sentimental look in his eyes, "You don't have to do this for me. I'm fine with... Giving them affection without them realizing it."

Celestine just frowns deeper.

"Come on now Artem, doesn't it sound tempting to you?" She clasped her hands and continued a little too excitedly like a schoolgirl in love, "Having alone time with Y/N, finally asking them out on the date so the other guys threatening your future can back off."

It does sound tempting, Artem admits.

He looked away with reddened cheeks, "I'll think about it."

He doesn't need to look at Celestine to know she's sporting a big grin right now.

Later that night on his bed, his mind keeps flashing images of you. You, wearing a big, warm smile on your face. You, with your little mannerisms that he came to memorize from hours of being with you. Every little thing, every moment, as long as it's with you, he cherishes it.

Oops. The butterflies are starting.

He didn't mind.

You looked stunning today, but then again, he finds you stunning everyday.

When was I this cheesy? He thought to himself.

His thoughts kept racing with reveries about you when a new image interrupted every nice thought.

It was of you and the new employee laughing together.

He frowned and his stomach churns.

"Are they interested in each other?" He finds himself asking the wind. His mind was reeling.

He thinks about the time when he first heard you say that you were married to your work. Surely, you aren't interested in being in a relationship with some guy, right?

Right?

Groaning, he then realized that he needs to make a move now before it's too late.

To him, you're the loveliest person he's ever met, your kindness, your welcoming smile, the passion that you present when you're in the court, the way you always remain headstrong no matter how many people clash with you and try to break your principles.

The only one that occupies his heart, you.

Artem is sure he won't regret giving you his feelings, and eventually, reveal them.

He got up from his bed and sent a glare at the magazine that is now resting on the lamp table beside his bed, mocking him. He picked it up with less hesitation than before.

'What should I choose?' Artem asked himself before flipping the pages, a faint blush adorning his cheeks.

This is a big step for him, and he wants to make sure that he's going to do it right.

7:00am

You rubbed your eyes and stretched your limbs as the sunlight permeated through your bedroom window, the yellow glow giving you a peaceful feeling, a new day is about to start.

A new day without work at that.

You had been ecstatic when Celestine called you to inform you last night of your long awaited day-off, you smiled at the memory as you stand up to brush your teeth.

"You deserve it for all your hardwork!" Even through the phone, you heard the smile in her voice.

Soon, your thoughts drifted to a certain raven-haired man.

'How about Artem? I'm his assistant, does he get a day-off too?' You wondered as you finished washing your mouth, finally heading off to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast.

You were about to choose what to eat from the fridge when you hear a song play from your phone in your room.

You hurriedly went back as you recognized that ringtone - that ringtone you had set for a particular contact.

There on the screen, displays the name of the object of your affections.

Mr. Wing.

'Why is he calling this early? What could he possibly need?' you thought to yourself before pressing the green button.

"Good morning Artem, what is it?" you didn't even try to hide the happiness from your voice, Artem calling you this early doesn't happen often, after all.

"Good morning. Do you have plans for today?" His morning voice echoed through your ears. It was husky and rough, filling all of your senses.

Realizing that he just woke up, you can't help but blush at the thought of being the first person to talk to him today.

He thought of you first thing in the morning!

You tried to control the lingering heat in your face as you replied, "Uhm, yes uhh- none. I have no plans for today, Artem. I'll be thinking of what to do though. Why did you ask? " You hoped he didn't mind the sttuttering mess presented to him this early in the morning.

You wondered if there's an emergency case needed to be taken care of, he rarely ever calls outside of work.

Then again, you're always at work.

"That's good," the other line was silent for a bit. As your anticipation for his reply grew, he finally said, "A new amusement park is going be opened today. I heard they'll be having a fireworks display tonight to celebrate the opening."

You've heard about the said amusement park from your coworkers yesterday, you even heard that it was a project from PAX.

Marius' wealth truly knows no bounds, you thought.

Kiki even invited you to come with her this sunday, as it's the only freetime the both of you had before Celestine's sudden news of a day-off.

Is Artem coming there today? He doesn't seem like the type to go to amusement parks, but now you know that he likes them, or at least he didn't mind going, you added this info to your list of things about Artem that make you fall in love with him more and more. Because let's be honest, what's there not to like about the man?

He's handsome, sweet, a good cook, a senior attorney you can look up to, and he always makes sure to reassure you that you're doing well, that he's proud of you.

He cleared his throat, breaking you out of your thoughts, "Do you want to go there..." He paused, his nerves getting the better of him, unbeknownst to you, "With me? I have two tickets, and I wanted to invite a close friend. Is that alright with you? "

What?

'Is he asking me out on a date!?' you were practically screaming internally as you paced frantically in your room.

No. No way. This isn't a date. Not until he says so.

He said 'close friend' so you shouldn't overthink this. You were partners, after all!

At least you try to convince yourself.

"Of course Artem. I'm glad you invited me, I'm really happy." You weren't lying, his invite was the most unexpected thing that happened to you this week.

He hummed, "I'm happy, too. I'll be there at 2:30pm to fetch you, they'll open around 3pm. " He said in a gentle voice before hanging up.

You pumped your fist in the air. You have plenty of time to prepare.

2:30pm

Among all of the outfits that you could've worn today, you decided to wear a cute, beige, knitted sweater. A pair of faded ripped jeans, white sneakers, and a beanie to top it all off.

The amusement park being your destination, you decided to wear casual clothing since you'd be hopping on rides left and right.

You wouldn't want to wear a skirt just for it to blow on the wind while you're in the air, screaming for dear life.

Nope. You definitely don't want that.

You're now waiting outside your apartment after Artem sent you a text 5 minutes ago that he's on his way.

Your head is plagued with expectations on how this friendly date is going to go. You've never felt as giddy as this before.

It's understandable, right? The person you like asked you out to go with him to an amusement park - using his morning voice, nonetheless, so it wouldn't be strange for you to think that this is like an actual date.

You bonked yourself mentally.

You keep reminding yourself that it's just a friendly date. It's just a friendly date. You believe in the power of your mind, it's a friendly date. He even said so himself.

Artem's going to think you're weird. It's not like you're going to hold hands or anything...

Yet, you didn't even try to stop the daydream clouding your mind.

While you were busy indulging yourself in your fantasies, your eyes caught a familiar spot of black in the parking lot. Artem's car!

That's your cue. When his car stopped, you made your way over to him with a small smile on your face.

His black car opened, spilling out Artem clad in his casual clothing.

You scanned his appearance, taking in those breath-taking, familiar eyes. Taking in the beige, knitted sweater he's wearing, paired with slacks and black shoes.

Wait.

You did a double take- beige, knitted sweater?

You looked at his clothes, then looked down at your own, then back at his again.

Red and warmth crept up to your cheeks as realization hits you.

You kind of looked like a couple.

"What's wrong?" Artem inquired with concern as he stepped closer and reached out his hands to your flustered form.

He even placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

Yes, you think you have a fever.

It's only when he got to take a good look at you when realization hits him the way it hit you.

He retreated his hand and looked away, face as warm as yours.

"Uhh..."

"..."

Why are you acting like a highschooler!? You're better than this, getting flustered just because you wore identical clothes.

With the person you like, you added.

The both of you stayed silent for a few seconds before you spoke up with a grin, thankful that the pink that dusted your cheeks is now cooling down a bit, "We should get going now."

You expected the ride to be as awkward as earlier, but to your relief, that wasn't the case at all.

Artem played the radio on your drive to the amusement park, and even asked you about how you're feeling lately and whatnot.

Honestly, with how he's always so concerned about your well-being, you're doomed to fall even harder.

"What are your favorite rides, Artem?" You decided to talk about something connected to where you're going to go.

"Hmm," as he hummed, you looked in front of the car to see the gates of the amusement park came into view. You can even see the familiar structure of a rollercoaster and a really grand ferris wheel turning slowly.

Majestic.

Is the motif for this amusement park golden!? The railings are shimmering with gold, some parts of the rides are adorned with gold, wherever you look, gold!

PAX outdid themselves with this one, definitely took "shining, shimmering, splendid" to a whole new level. Too much for the word grandeur, you think.

You can't even imagine how wide the place must be. You haven't even stepped foot inside, yet your eyes were oogling as some more rides were seen from outside the gates.

"We're here Artem! Look!" From your side, Artem turns to take a look from the road to the park, his eyes screaming nothing but amusement.

"It's beautiful," He breathed while you nodded furiously with agreement. He shot you a look, "I'm glad I get to spend my first time here with you." The softness is his eyes is blinding as you stared at him and processed his words.

"Me too..." you managed to choke out, turning away to hide your blush.

While you were taming your flushed cheeks, Artem had parked the car already.

He opened the doors for the both of you as he offered you his arm. Confusion takes over your features.

"So you wouldn't get lost, it's a big crowd out here, " He tilted his head to have a better look at your still sitting form inside the car, "Let's go?" He said with that gentle smile, as comforting as ever.

You stood up and linked your arm with his and suggested, "How about the bumpy car first?" excitement was evident in your voice.

He shook his head and chuckled, "Whatever you wish." He said as he locked the car doors with a click. You both headed to check in and do the formalities first. After all that, with a skip to your step, you pulled Artem to the bumpy car's ticket booth, and went inside.

You're elated.

"I can't believe the Artem Wing, the youngest senior attorney, is losing to me!" You sound hysterical as you bumped Artem's car with yours over and over, your bumpy car dominating his.

This is fun! Just minutes earlier, the atmosphere between you and Artem seemed a little tight because of the matching clothing incident. Just a little. However, the laughter of everyone playing in this space is infectious, it leaves you in a really good and playful mood.

It makes you feel like you were a kid again. You hope Artem feels the same.

Before playing, you made a bet with him earlier that whoever bumps the other the most, wins.

"Y/N. I think this car is defective." He said with a frown, his eyebrows furrowing as his hands tinker whatever there was in the steering wheel.

You looked over to him and replied, "We can switch cars, let me see." The two of you switched from each other's bumpy ride and you assessed the supposedly 'broken' car.

You realized he didn't push the right buttons to ride the bumper properly.

"Artem..." You looked at him blankly and said, "Have you ever been to bumpy cars before?"

He was silent before replying with darting eyes, "No, I haven't," He cleared his throat, "I have only been to the ferris wheel and escape rooms, I haven't been to bumpy rides before. Sorry."

You beamed at him.

"Don't be sorry!" You flail your arms to disagree, "There's nothing wrong with that. I'm actually happy that you allowed me to drag you here despite you not having played it before." You flashed him a thankful smile.

He looked a little surprised at first, but then that warm smile of his came back, "Thank you." You stared at each other's eyes for a few beats in time, his ocean eyes containing a sparkle you rarely see them hold. It looks so gentle, so welcoming.

So fond.

You stared at each other for a while, his deep eyes were enough to drown out the crowd. To drown out everything that existed but him.

Blinking, you snapped out of it to teach him how to drive the car.

The cars were booster types, different from the old models wherein you just turn the wheels and you'll be good. In this specific model, commands are needed to be performed in order for the car to execute it's special feature.

"You turn it like this..." Artem is a fast-learner, so the both you were back on track as soon as you guided him the directions.

In the end, you were tied, the bumper time limit resulting the draw.

"I'm definitely beating you next time!" you declared with a smug look, hands on your waist.

After the bumper, a receptionist from what seemed like a family raft ride made his way to invite the two of you.

"You guys look like you're having fun!" He then pointed at the paper he's holding and said with persuasion, "You're going to have even more fun here! The family raft ride is the only free ride we're offering in the park for it's first day, be sure not to miss out on this special bonus!" He then turned his heel to find more costumers.

You blinked, "Too bad we don't have extra clothes..." You hung your head low and you sighed as your mind thinks of a different ride to enjoy.

"Well, he did say it's a special bonus," Artem pondered, "They sell clothes here anyway, and there are restrooms we can change on," you wondered if this is going the way you think it's going, "I can see no harm in trying this free ride." He finished with the corners of his lips turned upwards.

Your eyes sparkled with so much joy that he's glad he suggested this.

"Then what are we waiting for!?" You squeal and jump from where you stand and Artem could only shake his head at you with an adoring look in his ocean eyes.

You both headed to the line of people waiting to get their tickets for the raft.

"That's a long line..." You're already mentally tired as you stared at the single file of people in front of you.

"There's still plenty of time before the fireworks at 7pm, I can go and buy us ice cream. Do you want some? "

You're face fell, remembering you were on a diet, "I appreciate the offer, but no thanks, I'm on a diet." An ice cream sounds really tempting right now, but you must resist.

"I heard they sell low-fat ice cream in here. How about that?" He proposed as his eyes glinted with satisfaction.

He knew this would do you in, sure enough, you gave him the biggest grin you could muster.

"You're the best, Artem! Any flavor is fine, by the way. " You beamed as he turned his heel to the ice cream stall, you just stared at his back the whole time he was away.

A minute later, the man wearing a cozy beige sweater that matches yours turned around and went over to you, two chocolate chip ice cream in hand. You reached out to take your ice cream, your fingers brushing.

You ignored the tingling feeling and the chills. He looked away.

While eating, you talked about how the line for the rollercoaster was two times longer than the raft's even though it's literally free.

"I believe they added a new feature to the coaster." Artem reasoned.

"You bet. The rides' golden theme is already impressive enough," You eyed the unbelievably long line from the coaster's ticket booth, "We can go back here some time to see that feature for ourselves." your face heated as you realized the implications in your words.

His eyes widened for a single moment and then looked at you with such intensity you can't bring yourself to look away, "I'd love that." a gentle look worms it's way in his features once again.

Comfortable silence dawns on your own, little world while you both busied yourselves in your ice cream.

The two of you were thrilled as it was your turn to ride the raft, ice cream long gone, replaced by the life-vest in your hands.

"Ah," you sighed, fumbling with the vest a little longer than you should have.

Artem, of course, noticed your movements. He was kind enough to help you adjust the vest.

Of course.

"Come here." He said as his arms finds it's way to your waist, pulling you towards his stature. His hot breath hitting your face while he circled his arms around you to wrap the vest securely.

This is not good for your heart...

He's so close, you could kiss him if you wanted...

He pulled away, his warmth lingering still.

Even when the both of you sat down on the raft. The ride is going to start in a few and here you are, lost in the feeling of Artem being near you.

"Y/N," You abruptly turned your head to him when he suddenly called you, "are you nervous?"

You blushed so hard you wanted to evaporate with the water, 'Yes. You make me nervous.' you're tempted to respond.

"Yes, but don't worry about me." was your reply instead, and you smiled awkwardly and stared at his blue eyes, blue eyes laced with concern.

He leaned closer, probably so that the other people within your raft wouldn't hear, "I care about you and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible," he whispered in your ear, sending chills to your spine.

This is definitely not comfortable, Mr. Wing.

Your heart is doing flips, this isn't normal!

"Please tell me if you need something." The gentleness in his voice took your breath away the way it did as the first time.

The fact that he's unaware of his effect on you angered you so much. You scanned his face for signs of teasing. Smirk, maybe a playful glint, anything.

Yet you found none.

The raft began to move, a perfect timing to change the subject!

You leaned on him, but not too close, and whispered, "It's starting."

Water began to splash, as the raft moved with the current.

The track was smooth at first, you getting small splashes here and there.

Until a bumpy track decided to present itself.

Like before, the raft went with the flow of the water, except that it bounced and rotated harshly that one particular splash of water was enough to wet you and your clothes completely.

"OH MY G-" you exclaimed when the raft hit a rough spot again, soaking everyone wet.

You were making a surprised pikachu face as the water seeped into your clothes.

You turned to look at Artem to see his state and you suppressed a giggle with how he's making the same face as you did earlier.

Never in your life you thought you'd see Artem with the surprised pikachu face.

You took pride in knowing that you're one of the very few people who gets to see this side of him.

"Artem!" you shouted through the noisy stream of water. "We look silly!" you laughed as the water rocked everyone in the raft as harsh as it possibly can. Round and round, back and forth.

"We do!" his laughed mingled with yours even when the water relentlessly kept soaking your already wet bodies.

You smiled once again, gazing at his form with profound fondness longer than just a friend would've done.

6:00pm

"That was really fun!" You shouted to the air while Artem scooted beside you, offering his arm like he did earlier, which you eagerly took.

The both of you went for another round on the raft after the first round, not caring about the long waiting line. The ride was worth it!

All you ever did was scream and laugh at each other's state, but it was the most enjoyment you've ever had in years.

You were completely dry now, changed into fresh clothes that were sold as the park's merchandise.

Even with the change of clothes, the clothes you were wearing right now still matched Artem's.

You weren't complaining.

The crowd continues to enjoy themselves, all while the sunset was making everything in the theme park look like a fairytale.

"Yes, it was. I enjoyed it very much." Artem flashed a smile so genuine, you wanted to see this sight a thousand times more. The orange glow of the sunset gives his raven hair a golden shade, light reflecting on his blue eyes, making him look so bewitching. So you carved it to your memory, not knowing how to elicit that same image from him once again.

Looking up at him, and looking back at the things that happened today, you realized something.

You couldn't take this silent pining anymore, you wanted to tell him how precious his smile is to you, to tell him you're glad he's spending his time with you, to tell him to make more memories with you.

To tell him he's the reason of the warmth flooding your whole being right now.

'I'm in love with you' is what you first thought of saying. No matter how cliche that may be, you wanted to let him know, that you're in love with him.

"Uhh, Artem, I-" You were about to spill your feelings then and there when a voice boomed the speakers of the park.

"Everyone! One hour more to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!"

Your confession's gonna have to wait for later.

part 2 here

do not repost © lavynrose 08/15/21.

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uncloseted · 2 years

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I'm this hardcore feminist girl and myself hate the misogyny that basically says that every woman who accuses a man is a liar. So much so that I made a whole hour long video essay about the topic on my channel lol. And I'm from Delhi, India so trust me when I tell you that I'm sick of it. Despite that, I did fall for the "Amber is the villain" narrative before reading your posts. I know I know, I'm embarassed. Although I remember initially thinking that their relationship was mutually abusive, idk how I ended up going down the Johnny is innocent pipeline, despite that I'm not this huge fan of him, sure I like Jack Sparrow but I was never obsessed with Pirates of The Carribbean.

All that being said, I think your posts have given me reason to look at the trial more closely. I should probably search for more details before I come to a conclusion. Because generally this case has had a huge impact on the #metoo movement and the view on Feminism in general.

Anonymous asked:

i hate hate how people have those insane standards towards victims, specially women, like you're supposed to have this perfect life and behavior to be taken seriously after being abused and still there will be people who won't believe you because they like the person who abused you, or they will say ur weak for not fighting bad because if it was that bad you should fight back but then you DO fight back and suddenly is mutual abuse and you're a bad person and the abusive in the situation. like the standards are crazy and is so upsetting how you can't even be a victim IN PEACE because you have to be a "model victim" otherwise you won't be taken seriously

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My own personal opinion of JD case is that if u kick a dog enough times it’ll bite back. Justice for Johnny 💜💜💜

I think what I'll say is this. If you're staunchly on one side or the other of this trial, I think it's important to examine why you're holding the position that you hold. Is it because you're been following the trials and considering the evidence? Or is it because of something personal to you? I think in this conversation, a lot of people hold perceptions that are clouded by their own personal experiences, their feelings towards the parties involved, the person that they find more likable, etc. But the truth is that people who are "bad people" can still be victims. People who seem like "good people" can commit awful crimes against others. Perpetrators in a particular situation are often victims in a different one. There isn't always a "good guy" and a "bad guy". And our personal situations aren't necessarily a reflection of other situations that we see in the media, and it's not fair to project our own feelings about our histories onto public figures.

I think with these types of situations, it's important to try and be objective because there are people's lives at stake. Often it might feel like discussions about celebrities are hypothetical, but public opinion does have real-life consequences for the people involved. And the outcomes of trials like these have real-life consequences on how people think about cases like this among non-famous people, too.

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Feminist, Queer, Playboy, Philanthropist: Why Ironman Belongs to the Shes, Gays, and Theys

Introduction:

This material originally comes from a media critique project I did for an undergrad philosophy course and I've attempted to adapt it into a tumblr post that doesn't make your eyes bleed. I may or may not have been successful. Upfront, I'm giving you a trigger warning for discussion of sexual assault/rape. If you'd like to skip that part of the analysis, mind the red content warning [start/end].

Trix, what are you up to today? Well, I’d like to present an alternative narrative interpretation of the capstone of the MCU. At face value, Tony Stark shows us a wise-cracking, suave, and hyper-masculine superhero. His soundtrack is AC/DC and he arrives on the battlefield in a shower of gold sparks and hydraulics, wearing sunglasses that cost more than my uterus would fetch on the black market. However, this character presents us with so much more than just a hyper-masculine caricature of straight, cis heroism. Not only does he embody typically “feminine” film tropes—such as the hypersexualized “fighting-fucktoy” role, the policing of his body and promiscuity, and the climactic “rape scene” in which his predatory father-figure drugs him and steals his “heart”—additionally, he embodies classically queer film tropes. Unlike most male action-movie protagonists, his story line is an identity crisis at heart, culminating in a climactic “coming out” scene. His character is promiscuous and spurned for it, and camp is a constant underlying theme in his character design as a whole. I explore these themes in two main parts: the femme and the queer. We'll start with the femme.

Hyper-Masculinity & Tony Stark

In order to understand the subversive nature of Tony Stark, we must first establish the typical nature of hyper-masculine and the hyper-feminine character tropes. Before we can ask the question, “how is this character coded as femme?'' We must first ask, “how is this character coded as masc?”. Further, what do these tropes tell the audience about those characters? Ultimately, the hypermasculine caricature lends power to the subject while the hyperfeminine caricature strips the subject of all agency.

Hypermasculinity is defined, generally, as the exaggerated portrayal or the reinforcement of “typically male stereotypes” (typical male meaning, in this context, that of a Westernized man) such as aggression, strength and power (both physcial and otherwise), as well as sex appeal, and integrity. Hypermasculinity takes a keen focus on the physical male form as a dominating force (1). A hypermasculine character, then, would be one that portrays a domineering, powerful man that is above his peers in some way, and is sexually desirable, in that he exemplifies a pornified picture of a male physique. This desirable and desiring caricature of manhood “socializes boys to believe that being a man means being powerful and in control” (2).

In contrast to this idea of hypermasculinity is the media’s typical portrayal of women. The typical hyperfeminine characterization of women in media is that of a passive, pretty, and overtly sexualized side-character with little agency or autonomy within the story. This is true of both blockbuster hits starring men and movies starring women, too. “We had many more interesting characters on screen in the '20s, '30s, '40s than we do now… They could be the femme fatale and then turn around and be the mother and then turn around and be the seductress, and then turn around and be the saint, and we accepted that. They were complex human beings” (2). This is no longer the case for a typical role for women on screen.

The documentary Miss Representation (2) presents a common caricature that a woman in Hollywood might find herself portraying. Action movies with a female lead surely must exhibit agency in their own story lines. However, the female-action-movie-lead is dubbed the “fighting fucktoy” by Miss Representation. Although she makes her own decisions and it is her narrative that drives the story, she primarily exists as eye-candy. Thus, even the “fighting fucktoy” is just that to audiences--a “fucktoy”. She may be “strong” but primarily, she must be pretty. The MCU character Black Widow perfectly exemplifies the “fighting fucktoy”. Her physical strength may be unquestioned, but primarily it is her beauty that is the focus on-screen. Never do we see her fighting in a t-shirt and sweatpants. Even outside of the skin-tight deep-vee catsuit, Black Widow’s plain clothes outfits consist of tight jeans and even tighter shirts.

This is true for both hyperfeminine and hypermasculine stories. Both the men and women starring in mainstream productions are expected to exemplify a western ideal of peak beauty standards at all times. However, where the hypersexualization of male’s bodies is associated with power, dominance, and strength, the sexualization of women’s bodies is linked to submission, frailty, and possession. Hence the name, “fighting fucktoy”. Her beauty does not make her powerful, it makes her a “toy”, an object, a possession. The sexualization of men in media gives them power within their narratives. For women, it does the complete opposite. It makes them objects, even when they are strong. Beauty and sex make them the victims of their own stories. Ultimately, the hypermasculine male character is envied and emulated, not coveted.

Ironman: Femme Fatale

The storyline of the first Iron Man movie is one concerned with bodily autonomy in a way typically reserved for women--Tony Stark is presented as a fighting fucktoy with an unattainable heart. Not only that, he must struggle against the literal policing of his body by friends, family, and government agencies alike. This subversive, unexpected feminine story culminates in the pinnacle “rape scene” wherein a trusted older-male drugs and assaults Tony in order to take advantage of his “body”, the arc-reactor.

Let’s examine Tony’s coded “fighting fucktoy” persona in two parts: the “fighting” and the “fucktoy”. Miss Representation identifies what female leadership often looks like in movies. “When it comes to female leaders in entertainment media, we see the bitchy boss who has sacrificed family and love to make it to where she is” (2). Odd as it may seem, this perfectly encapsulates the metaphorical role of the arc reactor powering the Iron Man suits. First and foremost, the reactor represents Tony Stark’s heart. Not only is it literally located within his heart for the purpose of keeping it intact, it represents his rebirth as a caring, philanthropic man--it encapsulates Stark’s “fight”. Before his kidnapping and the subsequent implanting of the reactor, Stark was every inch the “bitchy boss who has sacrificed family and love” as well as morals themselves in order to be a war profiteer. His “fight” consists of standing up against the same system that had allowed him to amass his fortune. This “fight” is inextricably tied to his “bitchy boss” caricature as someone who has had to surrender love.

It is clear to the viewer that Stark has had to sacrifice love to get where he is in life. Many allusions are given towards the “will they won't they” nature of his relationship with Pepper Potts and Stark’s work is identified as the reason why they won’t. At the end of the movie, Stark attempts to seduce Potts, asking if she ever “thinks about that night” to which she replies, “Are you talking about the night that we danced and went up on the roof, and then you went downstairs to get me a drink, and you left me there, by myself?” The viewers are aware that the reason Stark ran off was because he had received news that Stark weapons had gotten into the wrong hands. Later, Potts will gift him the original arc reactor with the engraving: PROOF THAT TONY STARK HAS A HEART surrounding it. In an unconventional way, Stark portrays the frigid boss who sacrificed everything to get where she is in his titular fight against a war profiteering machine.

Next, let’s examine his role as the fucktoy. This is a more subtle theme throughout the film, present in body language and subtext. I will focus mainly on scenes which present a femme-coded sexualization--scenes where emphasis on Stark’s body does not lend Stark power, but instead strips him of his autonomy. Take for example the scene pictured below. In this scene, Stark bares his chest to Stane. He is quick to cover up and fruitlessly attempts to redirect Stane’s curiosity. Much like a scene where an attractive woman shows skin, the emphasis is placed on Stark redirecting Stane’s predatory interest. Notice the tension in Stark’s stance, the challenge in his eyes and the contrasting pose of Stane, mid-motion, pushing so close into Stark’s space. Stane is clearly coded as the aggressor once the reactor comes out. The same effect is observed as when a woman bares skin--an apparent loss of autonomy as other characters (and even the cinematography itself) takes a pornographic view of her body. Instead of a powerful male character baring his chest in the heat of a battle, giving the audience a glimpse of corded muscle and strength, this scene leaves the viewer feeling uncomfortable on Stark’s behalf.

[TW Start] This femme-coded sexualization that leads ultimately to a loss of autonomy again rears its head in the titular “rape scene”. This is the clearest instance of the reactor--a literal part of Stark’s body, symbolically present as his heart--lends itself to his victimization. Just as a hypersexualized female character with no bodily autonomy, Stark’s bodily autonomy is forcefully violated so that a powerful male figure in his life can exploit a part of him. This theme becomes horrifyingly clear when the scene is examined up close.

Notice the position of their bodies. Once again, Stane towers over Stark, pressing into his space on all sides. In the first image, to the right, he has an arm draped over the back of the couch--a parody of a romantic or perhaps affectionate gesture from one intimate partner to another. Stane visibly radiates power in this position, even if the viewer were unaware of Stark’s paralyzed state. Stane’s shoulders are squared, even sitting down. The position of the reactor in his hand is relaxed and undeniably taunting. Looking at Stark himself, the horror and powerlessness of his situation is clear. His eyes are open, but almost appear to be unseeing. He is not looking directly at the reactor nor at Stane. In fact, it seems as though his eyes are looking below the reactor and to the room at large. I can only describe his expression as hollow--the blank eyes fixed out to something the viewers cannot see, his mouth partially open, his skin sickly pale.

In the second image, pictured above, Stane leers over Stark’s body, cradling his head in, once again, a parody of a lover’s tenderness. He coaxes Stark’s now limp form down onto the couch, having just paralyzed him with a fictional, technological nerve agent. The horror is shockingly clear on Stark’s face and the perverse joy is just as clear on Stane’s. This scene itself is an undeniable parody of rape, or, at the very least, physical assault. [TW End]

Tony Stark presents us with a clear, femme-coded character as his story line draws upon classicly feminine tropes wherein the sexualization of the character’s body is exploitative at heart and leaves them vulnerable to physical predation. In this way, though he is strong, his “body” makes him the victim of his own story. Not only that, his character arc itself travels from the heart-less profiteer to the philanthropic man with a heart of gold, drawing upon another classically femme-caricature of the “bitchy boss”.

Queer Tropes & The Closet

Queer tropes are much harder to draw upon than that of feminine tropes. Queer tropes in film developed in a time of great censorship and as a result are often subtle. There are three main tropes I would like to reference for the purposes of this critique. Within the Iron Man franchise, there exists a distinct sense of camp, a problematized sexual promiscuity, and, ultimately, an identity-reveal/coming out storyline.

One of the most obvious of these tropes is camp. Camp is “defined as the purposeful and ironic adoption of stylistic elements that would otherwise be considered bad taste. Camp aesthetics are generally extreme, exaggerated and showy and always involve an element of mockery” (3). Camp is present in queer culture most commonly in the ball and drag scenes. Camp is the gaudy, the glitzy, the over-the-top, the classic-but-not, the in-your-face… Camp is all of the above and more. This is why it is so easily recognizable to audiences.

The Advocate identifies a series of seventeen queer caricatures in media for consideration, one of them being that of the “promiscuous queer”. Everyone knows the myth of the promiscuous bisexual, even when the reality is that bisexual individuals are no more or no less likely to view monogamy as “sacrificial” than gay or straight individuals (4). The stereotype of the promiscuous bisexual is inaccurate and harmful, and they are by no meals alone in being labeled overly promiscuous by a general audience. The “promiscuous queer” is defined as a character that may struggle with emotional intimacy and, as a result, sleeps around to mask the love they are missing in their life. “Films going back as far as the ’80s British period piece Another Country have featured gay male characters who use sex to cover for their inability to feel true intimacy with another human being” (5). Among their list of guilty perpetrators are Queer as Folk, The L Word, The Good Wife, and How to Get Away With Murder.

The last trope I’d like to present is that of the “coming out” story. Far from being problematic, the “coming out” is often necessary when telling a queer story. Coming out storylines can be problematized when they are presented as “Big Dark Secrets” that weigh heavily on a person until they are spoken. Ultimately, coming out is a choice. Many queer people choose to come out while many do not. There are many people who fall in between--some people may be comfortable being out to select individuals while not to others or to the world at large. In any case, people can be satisfied and fully fulfilled in any of those choices. Coming out stories are undeniably part of queer culture in media. Consider the recent hit, Love Simon alongside Transparent, Empire, Supergirl, and Glee.

Camp, Secrets & Sex

Through the camp of the Iron Man persona, the problematized sexuality of Stark, and the underlying theme of a “coming out” journey, Tony Stark presents audiences with a classically queer experience in film. Take the Iron Man suit itself. The iconic red and gold, the whine of the repulsors, the sleek metal edges and the furious glow of the arc reactor all scream camp. The red and the gold, the opening bars of Back In Black, the facial hair cut into odd spikes, and the sunglasses do, too. Each and every part of the Iron Man persona is camp. “Stylistic elements that otherwise would be bad taste”... talk about gold-plated biceps and a bright red, glowing chest piece! It's camp, baby!

The problematized sexuality of Stark is harder to see as reminiscent of a queer trope. Take, for example, one of the first scenes in the movie. “I do anything and everything that Mr. Stark requires, including, occasionally, taking out the trash”, Potts remarks in reference to a one-night stand she’s ushering out of Stark’s home. Here, Potts implies that Stark sleeps with “trash”. The following scene gives us the feeling that this is not a one-off occurrence. As Potts enters the room, Stark asks, “how’d she take it?” References to his repeated promiscuity are obvious. “Playboy” is an integral part of his persona. Equally obvious is Potts’ disapproval. Taking these inferences of his playboy lifestyle with what viewers know of Stark’s lack of attachments--his “bitchy boss” exterior, if you may--it appears as though his promiscuity is a symptom of the promiscuous queer stereotype.

“Don’t ever ask me to do anything like that ever again,” Potts says after removing the initial arc reactor model from Stark’s chest cavity. “I don’t have anyone but you,” Stark replies. The viewer has a clear picture of Stark as a playboy type who is truly lonely on the inside--who struggles with emotional intimacy. This struggle is evident, given that Potts, Stark’s secretary and co-worker, is the only person in his life he trusts to assist him in what is essentially open heart surgery. His playboy lifestyle mirrors the circumstances of the promiscuous queer trope in media.

Finally, we come to the last scene of the movie-- the climactic reveal. “I am Iron Man”, Stark says. This scene most clearly illustrates a queer story-line. Stark reveals his “identity”, shedding his last secret, and declares to reporters (and effectively the world) that he is Iron Man. To understand how this scene evokes such a strong sense of queer experience in viewers, I’d like to reference another recent in-universe identity reveal in the Marvel Cinematic canon. In Spiderman: Far From Home, the end-credit scene shows Peter Parker reacting in horror to his identity being leaked via doctored footage from the villain Mysterio. This scene can read as nothing but a deep violation. Even the main characters themselves react in abject horror at the news. The Spiderman identity reveal and the Iron Man identity reveal are two sides of the same coming-out process. In one, the character had full agency. In the other, the reveal was non-consensual, a complete violation. It is clear that both of these scenes draw explicitly upon themes that resonate particularly with queer audiences.

To Infinity(War) and Beyond

Growing up, I latched onto Iron Man and Tony Stark as an outlet for my “otherness”. I was well and truly obsessed with the character for reasons that I could not really put into words. He was weird, he was loud, and he was, frankly, unapologetic about any of it. I remember very clearly on my first day of tenth grade listening to Thunderstruck by AC/DC in the car and putting on the brightest shade of red lipstick I could find. Tony Stark gave me confidence. He gave me a voice. Throughout high-school I must have watched the first Iron Man movie upwards of twenty, maybe even thirty times. It was a comfort to me because it showed experiences I resonated with and it showed a strong character recovering from them. Tony Stark rose from the ashes every time and gave me the strength to rise from my own ashes every time he did.

Our heroes can be anything. And Tony Stark was mine.

#thechestnuthead #here you go #yall asked for it #long post #really fucking long post #meta #trixree speaks #ironman #tony stark #marvel meta #analysis #this took a long time rip #if yall want the full paper you can hit me up for a PDF #my posts #trixree gets meta

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topconfessions · 2 years

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so bigbang will probably be performing in Coachella 2022 although it hasn’t been confirmed. Now I know you’re more of a t.o.p fan and are kinda neutral on the whole burning sun thing but tbh I feel like bigbang just won’t be as entertaining without seungri. Like no one else was as funny and outgoing as him, maybe daesung?seriously girl I’ve never understood why so many vips appreciated seungri the least when he was the one that gave us the most. He was always posting and doing fan service. And guess what (idk if you’re aware of this cause you said you don’t keep up with bigbang as much now) even during his trial seungri has updated us. Literally throughout his scandal he’s given his friends updates and messages to post on social media, in fact a few days ago his friend posted a message for us ot5 vips from him. vips get a weird post from t.o.p like once a month and they wet their pants, well guess what guys you had a member that did way more before and didn’t act all quirky and mysterious but apparently he was useless. I know some people hate him but I hope they’ll see how noticeable his absence is if they do perform at coachella. Aside from daesung again and perhaps taeyang I really feel like idk how to describe it but i find BB members almost are a bit pretentious like they think of vips as fools. anyway I know that was a long rant but idk man I’m kind of fed up with vips being so desperate for updates when it’s so obvious t.o.p doesn’t care anymore, taeyang has a kid and gd is doing shoes. Ugh I’m going to become just a daesung/ seungri stan at this rate. I just feel bitter about this whole thing when some fans act like the guy had no role in the group.

I lost my original response to this when I wrote it some days ago and am not feeling well at the moment so I'll just respond back the best I can, albeit short.

- TOP is either smarter than we think or unintentionally implementing a manipulation tactic with bread crumbling the public with his image and appearances. Read strategy books or psychological books, the best way to keep people hooked on you is to do what TOP does especially if you are already beloved and have some fame with a distinct following. But he is on the verge of messing thar up cause if he stays gone for too long it kills it for us normal fans who see through it. The rest of the outsiders may stay hooked. It's an unhealthy Instagram to me even if he looks like he is living a normal healthy life to the best of his ability I still say if he were a normal NORMIE type of person he would have been ridiculed by now.

- Seungri was the salt, the sugar and icing to bigbang...but they will carry on like Shinee with Jong gone, but to me BB music won't be it anymore. BB is already top and GD show with line distributions so it'll sound like the usual but as if they didn't give Seungri any lines if he were still there.

- Seungri was unattractive and wasn't good looking to get fan loyalty. It's as simple as that. It's fucked up and mean that his talent and work gets discredited but he was nothing to look at and didn't have enough to click with the crowd as a person.

- Seungri had to overcompensate for lack of attention, fan support, group support and looks with his personality and his personality wasn't a traditional type. None of BBs personalities are but he didn't exactly appeal to girls in boyfriend type of manner. If he was better than looking than all of them or better looking than TOP bigbang entire trajectory would have been different.

- BB allowed him to be overlooked and underrated no matter how much they tried to act like they were OT5 and liked him equally. Unless its a tragedy, if one member is struggling then that's their business unless they are on a variety show and have to play up cameras. They give me every man for himself vibes.

-again, fans were and still are beyond superficial. Objectively Seungri had the better solo projects and even broke his back to put out an album without much backing from YG despite them doing dirt together behind the scenes...meanwhile TOP never gave us an album and only 2 videos that were very similar with theme continuation on some illuminati type abstract shit lmao. His music and aesthetic is very niche and of acquired taste compared to Seungri. I still remember that what can I do song, GG B, let's talk about love and I need to talk to you.

- I'm now upset cause Seungri looked his best during talk to you when he dropped that album. If he had just touched his face up a little bit and managed himself consistently as well as kept putting out that type of music, he could have been the Justin Timberlake of Korea.

-he was the dara of the group minus the looks. They would have flopped without Seungri before Alive Era even happen but then again...who knows.

- daesung fans are always saying he was the black sheep when in reality it was Ri.

-Ri was very much the what you see is what you get type. He may have been a nuisance at times but we knew that was him. We didn't truly know who the others were off stage.

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Dandelions

tw: mention of anxiety attack

If you said you're not nervous you'd be lying because today was the first step of making your dream come true

You had wasted a year in a school you never liked and one day you had enough you quit your school told you parents and travelled to tokyo to pursue your dream which is appearal design

And today was your first day and you knew no one

But it was fine it's going to be ok that was what you told yourself

you took a deep breath walking around your new school taking in the sight of friends walking and talking together and regret started to fill your head

Did you make a mistake? You already had friends there and your life was planned but you changed that now you have no friends and an unknown future your anxiety took the best of you now, you were worried you started to regret your decision your heart started beating two or maybe three beats faster

"Hey..hey" you blinked once then twice until you could finally focus on the person who was talking to you

"hey are you ok? Do you need water or something?" You finally saw him a man with a tanned skin his eyes were a beautiful shade of brown he had glasses on his jaw line looked so sharp and he had small facial hair that made him look so beautiful his hair was long in a low bun but there were some hairs that escaped his hair tie he was tall so tall and had very broad shoulders and he was dressed up so nicely looking at him and his face suddenly made all your worries and anxiety go away

"do you need to sit down?" Heat started to rise up your whole face when you realized you were drooling over him in your imagination while he was trying to help you

"I am fine i think i was having an anxiety attack but it's fine now thank you" the way he smiled at you after made you heart almost jump out from your chest you have never seen a smile so bright and beautiful

"oh i know how that feels let me buy you something to drink then it helps me relax a little my name is Asahi Azumane and I think you're new here or am I mistaken"

"Oh yeah it's my first day but please Azumane san it's fine I don't need anything"

"No please it's your first day here too and your nervous so let me help I didn't get your name though" he seemed embarrassed when he asked about your name because of the way his hand found it's way to his nape to rub it while his cheeks took the color of a light pink

"Oh it's y/n l/l but you can call me y/n"

"Y/n that's beautiful oh you can call me Asahi as well"

"Ok Asahi san"

"Now let's get you your drink y/n"

Maybe it's the way you say my name

Maybe it's the way you play your game

But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you

But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

It's been few weeks since you met Asahi he was a year ahead of you in school but that didn't stop him from hanging out with you in all his free time and you never objected that because you already cought feelings for him since you met him you cursed yourself for that but I mean how can you help it when Asahi Azumane was like that the first time you met him so caring and kind with such great looks

And every since that day Asahi has never left your thoughts he was always on your mind happy, sad, anxious or even bored you wanted to tell him about anything and everything that's happened to you and in return you wanted to know anything and everything about him

You were so deep in thought already forgetting about the project that's laying in front of you it was already late but you needed to make it you had to get it done as you were about to pick it up and go back to it again but you heard a ding coming from your phone

From: Ace

Y/n good luck with your project but because i know you you're probably anxious now thinking you won't get it done but I am sure you will I believe in you, just remember you need breaks so go to sleep now and continue later goodnight y/n sweet dreams <3

The smile never left your face as you kept rereading that massage before you sent a reply

To: Ace

I will Asahi thank you goodnight sweet dreams I love you <3

But you erased your confession leaving it to another day

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

From: Ace

Y/n remember that flower field I told you about let's meet there tomorrow at 10:30 in the morning you'll find me quickly <3

You got off the train looking at Asahi's second massage about the address but as soon as you looked away from your phone you say it a beautiful field with so many flowers and on a hill was Asahi

as you got closer to Asahi you started to get anxious you've been alone with Asahi so many times you can't even count it with both of your hands but this time it was different it felt different

When Asahi noticed that you got closer he stood up to meet you only for both of you to freeze for few seconds looking at each other as if you never saw the other before but then Asahi smiled and you felt like you were hit by a lightning his smile took your breath away and it was like all your worries were gone just by his beautiful smile

"I am confessing today" you thought to yourself as you put a smile on your face and walked to Asahi

I think that you are the one for me

'Cause it gets so hard to breathe

When you're looking at me

I've never felt so alive and free

When you're looking at me

I've never felt so happy

"Since we finally handed our projects and the stress us finally over I thought we could come here to relax"

"That's a great idea Asahi I already feel good" you said taking in a deep breath taking in the flower scent while Asahi's eyes never left you

"hey y/n I brought something too"

"Ooh what did you bring is it snacks?"

Asahi chuckled as he took things out of a bad "no not snacks but I thought we could make flower crowns"

"Flower crowns" you raised an eyebrow looking at Asahi while his face has the usual blush on it

"yeah I thought it would be cute to make each other a crown also I always wondered how would you look in one" immediately your face turned read and your heart skipped a beat

"Oh ok then so I'll make yours and you'll make mine?"

"Yeah"

"Close your eyes and I'll put it on you and take a photo for you to see it"

"Ok" you smiled as you closed your eyes you felt Asahi's body closer to yours and it made your heart explode yeah you are sure it exploded when you felt Asahi's breath on you this his hand traveled to put few strands of hair behind your ear

"Ok now open your eyes so I can take a photo" you did as he said and you were amazed by how good it was and now it was your turn to put the crown on him

As you got closer to him your eyes started to analyze every detail on his face his eyebrows, the signs of tiredness under his eyes, his cheek bones, the hair that's growing on his face and his pink lips you were so mesmerized by him that you didn't notice Asahi had opened his eyes and started analysing your face as well until your eyes looked and that was the last straw for you because you quickly closed the little gab that was between you two and to your surprise Asahi kissed back

"Did I look this good with a flower crown?" Asahi said with a smirk on his face

"You're a dork I love you"

"I love you too"

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

#asahi azumane #haikyuu #asahi x y/n #asahi x reader #haikyuu asahi #hq x y/n #fluff #song fic #bobsie writes

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cocastyle · 5 years

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The In-Between Chapter 10

Stranger Things x It Crossover

with some Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 6,399

Warning - none

A/N - new chapter is up! I had so much fun writing this chapter! and don’t worry, we still have a few more chapters and an epilogue left so this series is not over yet! however, I am starting to think about what to write after this and was wondering if you all would like to see a Stranger Things rewrite or maybe an It rewrite? I also accept requests so if anyone was wanting me to write something, I am totally open to the idea!! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and please let me know what you think of this series and my future projects!

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T H E I N - B E T W E E N

Intro The Losers’ Club The Party Prologue 1 2

3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Epilogue

The group stood silently in the basement of the Neibolt House, their eyes on the portal which still seemed to be glowing slightly from behind the closed barrier. Everything was riding on Eleven being able to open the portal and she knew that.

The pressure was enough to make her hands shake slightly as she tried to hype herself up and tell herself that she could do it. She felt something grab on to her hand and Eleven turned her head to see Wheeler standing beside her giving her a look of concern as he laced their fingers together.

"You okay?" he whispered, his head tilting slightly as he watched the girl.

Eleven nodded and squeezed her boyfriend's hand. "Yeah, I'm just a little nervous is all," she admitted.

"Hey, don't be," Wheeler immediately said. "Just think of all that you've done, El. Opening a portal should be the least of your worries. All you have to do is focus and you'll be fine. You've got this, okay?"

Eleven was silent as she stared at Wheeler for a moment before nodding her head. Wheeler gave her a small smile before leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to her temple. Eleven squeezed his hand one last time before the boy pulled away so that Eleven could have her space.

The young girl stared at the portal before letting her eyes flicker over all of the people around her, each one of them standing there with concern written all over their face as they thought of Y/N. Eleven's eyes hesitated on Bill who gave the girl a short nod in response. Eleven nodded back before turning her attention back to the portal.

Everyone watched as she took a deep breath to calm herself before breathing out and lifting her hand up. She put all of her focus on the portal, ignoring the people around her as she focused on nothing more than opening up the wall before her.

It took a few tries but Eleven was so determined to get it open that she finally succeeded and the goo portal began to crack open. Before they knew it, the portal had opened back up, the glowing growing in intensity as the light poured out. How ironic seeing as the Upside Down was extremely dark.

Eleven let her hand drop and she felt her whole body relax once the stress was taken away. She slumped down slightly and Wheeler was quick to go to her side, taking his long sleeve and wiping away the blood from her nose as he whispered, "You did it, El. You did it!"

It was like a small weight had been lifted off of each of their shoulders now that the gate was officially open again. This time, they would make sure not to close it before everyone was out.

"So how are we going to do this?" Lucas asked. "Are we going to charge in there all at once or-?"

"We need to stick together," Bill insisted, a look of determination on his face as he gripped the crowbar in his hands, his jacket that Y/N usually wore wrapped around his frame due to her lingering scent that helped remind him what he was fighting for. "It's either all of us or none of us, so we all need to be prepared to go in there."

He let his eyes flicker over the groups and when no one objected, Bill glanced at Steve and the two boys nodded before heading towards the portal. "Come on, assholes. Let's get a move on," Steve called back over his shoulder before him and Bill began to climb through the portal.

Lucas, Max, Ben, Beverly, Mike, Dustin, and Stan were quick to follow after the two, their fear being shoved aside by their worry and determination to get Y/N back. That left Richie, Eddie, Will, Wheeler, and Eleven.

Wheeler glanced down at Eleven and gave her a small look of concern. "You okay?" he whispered, not wanting her to overdo it in case they ended up needing her.

Eleven quickly nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Let's go get Y/N," she said, the boy nodding back in response.

The two reached for each other's hand and were about to walk through the portal when Wheeler noticed Will hesitating. Wheeler pulled back, making Eleven stop beside him in the process.

He turned to look at his friend and frowned at the sight of Will's pale face and wide eyes. Wheeler had seen that look on his face more than he would've liked, so he knew Will was freaking out, the thought of going back into the Upside Down after everything that had happened to him probably freaking him out. Wheeler sighed and made a move to go over to Will, but stopped once he saw Richie and Eddie walking over to the boy.

"Hey, you okay?" Eddie questioned, his eyes searching Will's pale face for an answer as to why Will wasn't moving.

"Uh. . .yeah. Yeah," Will muttered making the two young boys before him share a look before Richie pushed up his glasses and began to speak.

"That sounds like a load of bullshit to me. What's wrong, Byers?" Richie asked, the small amount of concern laced in his voice making Wheeler furrow his eyebrows in confusion and shock.

Will stared at Richie blankly before looking down to his shoes. "I just. . ." he fell quiet and, to Wheeler's surprise, Richie reached out and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder while Eddie went to Will's other side.

"Is this about what happened to you?" Eddie asked, his voice soft and understanding. Will silently nodded and Eddie and Richie shared a look.

Will was shaking slightly, his eyes beginning to tear up at the thought of getting trapped in that horrendous place again after everything that had happened.

"Hey," Richie whispered as he nudged the boy, his eyes staring at Will softly once he saw the fright and tears in his eyes. "It's going to be okay. We won't let anything bad happen to you. But you got to get over this fear right now or we're not going to be able to save Y/N.

"Richie's right," Eddie nodded in agreement. "Y/N told us about you before. She cared about you so much and, when you went missing, she did everything in her power to try and get you back."

"Now she needs you," Richie continued. "Y/N needs you, Will. You can't let her down."

Will's eyes flickered over Richie and Eddie's faces before he took in a deep breath and nodded his head. "Let's go," he whispered making Richie smile and clap the boy on the shoulder.

"Thatta boy," Richie said. "Seriously though, don't worry, okay? We won't let anything happen to you. We won't let that motherfucker touch you. You're going to be just fine."

Will looked to Richie and smiled at that as he lightly nodded his head. "I believe you," Will muttered. "Thanks, Richie. Thanks, Eddie."

Both boys just gave Will a smile in return before they stayed by his side and began to direct him towards the portal.

Wheeler watched the three walk through the portal with a surprised look on his face. All he could do was just stand there as he tried to process what had just happened. Had he honestly just seen Richie Tozier being nice to someone? Comforting someone? For a second, he swore he saw a glimpse of the boy Y/N always told him about.

"Are you okay?" Eleven whispered from beside the boy.

Wheeler blinked and glanced at Eleven before nodding his head. "Yeah. . .I'm coming," he said before he reached out to take her hand once again. Eleven didn't question him and merely pulled him through the portal and to the other side where the group was waiting for them in an even more rundown version of the Neibolt House.

Stan shuddered at the sight around him while Bev took a closer step to Ben, the three having not experienced anything like this before and seeing the Upside Down for the first time.

"Where. . .where are we going first?" Stan asked. "I mean, we don't even know where Y/N is. Where do we start?"

Everyone was silent for a minute before Eleven frowned and looked to the ground. "I think. . .I think I can find her," she said making the others all look to her.

"How?" Dustin questioned.

"I'm not sure. I just. . .I have a feeling," Eleven said before she began to walk forward, her gut tugging her in one direction as if she was connected to Y/N and could sense where she was. Wheeler followed right behind seeing as he was still holding her hand and the others were quick to follow Eleven up the stairs and out of the house.

They began to walk towards the woods that were a little ways away, but as soon as they had entered the dense area, Will grew pale. "Something's not right," Will muttered and only the people nearest to him—Richie, Eddie, Max, and Dustin— frowned.

"What do you mean?" Max asked.

"Do you not think it's weird that nothing has found us yet?" Will asked, his eyes scanning over the kids' faces.

The four were silent for a second before Dustin quickly shook his head, "You're thinking about it too much, Will."

"Yeah, when Bill and Y/N were down here, they weren't found for a while," Eddie pointed out. "They might just not know we are here yet."

"But what if they do?" Will questioned. "What if they haven't found us yet because they already have and are waiting to-?"

"Byers, man, you need to calm down," Richie said as he slapped the boy's shoulder. "Pennywise is a bitch and if he knew we were down here, he would be on our ass in a second. We're fine. Quit worrying."

Will bit his lip and nodded his head before watching as Richie, Eddie, and Dustin walked ahead. However, Max stayed by his side and nudged him slightly. "We're all going to be okay. You know that, right?" Max asked.

Will let his eyes flicker over to his friend before he nodded. "Yeah, of course," he said, although his tone of voice told them both that he didn't believe it. Max sighed and just patted the boy's arm before jogging over to Lucas, leaving Will alone to think by himself.

The group continued to follow Eleven through the woods and Steve couldn't help but keep an eye on Bill who looked like he might pass out from fear. He knew Bill was only afraid of losing Y/N.

Hell, Steve knew exactly what the boy was feeling. But a seventeen year old boy shouldn't have to worry about whether the girl he had a crush on was alive or not. And the matter of the fact made Steve feel sorry for the boy.

As if sensing his stare, Bill glanced over at the boy before looking to the ground and frowning. "I'm f-f-fine, you know. I don't n-n-need you watching over m-m-me like some mother h-h-hen," Bill muttered a little angrily, though Steve knew it was only out of frustration.

"I didn't say anything," Steve defended.

"But you w-w-were thinking it," Bill retorted.

Steve chuckled softly and looked down at the bat in his hands as he swung it slightly. "She's going to be okay, Bill. We're going to get her back," Steve assured him, the words making Bill visibly relax some.

Bill bit his lip and tightened his grip on the crowbar in his hands. "I-I-I just. . .I can't l-l-lose her, Steve. I j-j-just can't," Bill whispered, his voice so soft and heartbroken that it made Steve's heart ache.

Steve stared at Bill in silence for a moment before reaching out and squeezing his shoulder. "I know, kid. I know," he whispered before the two of the most important people in Y/N's life exchanged a look and a small sympathetic smile. Steve shoved Bill playfully and the boy cracked a small smile before Steve winked at him, the two then continuing on their journey through the woods side by side.

It was only when Eleven stopped suddenly that the group stopped walking for the first time in what felt like hours. But that was also the moment that they noticed Eleven's horrified face and watched as the blood literally drained from her face leaving it as white as a sheet of paper.

Bill almost didn't want to look at what Eleven was looking at, but he managed to force himself to turn his head and the sight was enough to make his breath catch in his throat.

There was Y/N, floating above them in the air with blood dripping from her body and onto the ground below. Her eyes were a solid white as they stared at nothing, her mouth opened wide as she hung limply like she was attached to a string that was holding her up.

The sight was enough to make Bill stumble back into Steve slightly who was quick to put a hand on the boy's shoulder and steady him, his own eyes not leaving the young girl floating above them.

Eleven had her hands over her mouth now and Wheeler had an arm around her while the others all stared up at their friend. "What's wrong with her?" Max asked quietly, afraid of what the answer might be.

To everyone's surprise, Stan was the one to speak up, his voice dark and angry while his face showed no other emotion than how pissed off he was. "Pennywise," Stan spat out, his teeth gritted together as he stared up at his friend.

"Stan's right."

The sudden voice that seemed to be coming from no where made the groups all jump in surprise before they turned their backs to one another and backed up into a small circle. They all began to look around, their weapons gripped in their hands so tight that their knuckles were white, but the clown was no where to be seen.

"But Y/N wanted this," It said, his voice echoing through the air and making the hair on the back of their necks stand on end. "She wanted to float like the others."

There was a pause of silence before It said, "You can join her. You can float too."

"I think the fuck not," Richie responded as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his glare more threatening than any of the ones that had ever dawned his face.

"For once, I agree with Richie," Wheeler growled.

"Oh, but it will be so much fun," It said, but his voice came out sounding like Y/N's, a small detail that made all of them falter slightly. "Don't you want to join me, guys? We can all be friends. Don't you want that?"

"Not like this," Will replied, shaking his head.

A small growl came from what seemed like no where before It began to chant, "You can float too. You can float too. You can float you! You can float too!"

Then his voice stopped all together and it got so quiet that they could all hear ringing in their ears. The group all held their weapons even tighter than before, determined looks on their faces while Y/N floated in the air above them.

"Boo."

The group all let out screams as Pennywise jumped up from the middle of their circle, each of the kids jumping away or even tripping over their feet and falling to the ground.

"Fuck!" Dustin yelled as he tripped and fell right in front of the clown. Pennywise turned to the boy with a grin and Dustin watched in horror as the clown's mouth began to open up, its face splitting open much like the creatures Dustin was used to fighting. However, before Pennywise could grab him, a metal pipe was connecting with the clown's face and Pennywise was thrown back.

Dustin looked over at Stan with wide eyes while the boy let the metal pipe fall back down to his side and went to help the boy up. Dustin was shaking as he stood up and looked at Stan with wide eyes before yelling, "Holy shit! That clown's face just opened up like a fucking demogorgon!"

No one had time to respond because Pennywise was jumping back onto his feet, his eyes glaring at the teens while drool fell from his mouth.

"Gross," Max muttered as she grimaced, but all It did was smile.

Will was the first to sense them, his whole body tending as he looked to Beverly who stood beside him. "They're coming," he whispered, his connection with the Upside Down still there even after all these years.

Beverly gave the boy a horrified look, but didn't have time to question him before the sound of leaves rustling and branches snapping filled the air. The two groups told beside each other, fear still evident in their eyes despite the fact that they were trying so hard to be brave.

Then, from the woods, came four demogorgons, all of which came rushing pass Pennywise and towards the teens. "Shit!" Richie yelled as he took the axe he had stolen from Y/N's garage and swung at a demogorgon with all his might.

Eleven was quick to take that demogorgon and toss him to the side before another one came lunging at her. However, Mike was quick and began to shoot at the creature with the gun he had brought from his farm. He only had a certain number of bullets, so he knew he had to be careful with how many he used.

It decided to lunge at the group at that moment too and before they knew it, the group had split into two as Richie, Wheeler, Stan, Eleven, Mike, Will, and Ben fought the demogorgons and Max, Dustin, Beverly, Eddie, Lucas, Bill, Steve fought Pennywise.

Richie let out what seemed to be a battle cry as he ran towards a demogorgon and hit it with the axe. The demogorgon hissed and its mouth opened up and it lunged at the boy who tried to whack it again only to trip back. The demogorgon landed right on top of Richie and opened its mouth, the sound it made making the boy shudder beneath it.

The demogorgon went in for the kill, but all Richie felt was its warm breath against his face before it was suddenly being thrown off of him by a golf club that was being swung by none other than Wheeler. The demogorgon went flying back and hit a tree before slumping to the ground.

Richie looked up at Wheeler in surprise while Wheeler, breathing heavily, let the golf club drop to his side and his eyes flicker over to the boy on the ground. It was in that moment that the hatred the two had for each other seemed to disappear and after Wheeler had helped Richie up, the two shared a look and a nod that seemed to signify that all the bad blood between them was now gone.

Richie picked his axe up and the two turned to the demogorgon which had crawled back up and was growling at the two. Richie and Wheeler just smirked before letting out identical battle cries and swinging at the demogorgon, bringing it to the ground and killing it with one final blow from Richie's axe.

With that demogorgon dead, the two joined in with the others in defeating and killing off the three other demogorgons. Eleven would use her powers to toss them aside and keep them away from the others while the other swung and shot at the demogorgons, killing them one by one.

While they worked on defeating the demogorgons, the other half of the group worked on fighting the deranged clown which kept popping up in different places and trying to change into their worst fears.

Steve had just hit It in the head with his bat when the creature began to shake and turn into one of their fears. They had already been fighting It when he had taken the form of a spider, a demogorgon, Georgie Denbrough, and Beverly's father, but none of them were prepared when It suddenly turned around to reveal the face of Y/N L/N.

The group froze, their faces falling as they stared at the girl whose face was all scratched up and had eyes full of fear and tears. "Guys, stop. I just want to go home," Y/N cried, the sound of her voice making the whole thing more believable even though they knew the person before them was really It.

Y/N's eyes flickered over them and she whispered out, "Max, Dustin, Bev, Eds, Lucas, Stevie, please." Her eyes then landed on Bill and for a moment he swore she smirked before her face was filled with utter sadness. "Bill. Bill. Please, can we just go home?" she asked, taking a few steps closer to the boy who was shaking as he stared at her with wide eyes. "I'm scared and tired," she cried before holding a shaking hand out to the boy. "Please, Bill."

Bill shook his head. "You're n-n-not. . .you're not h-h-her," he said, his eyes flickering up to the sky as he reminded himself that Y/N was floating in the air above him and was not standing before him.

"That's just the clown, guys. It is trying to mess with your minds like he has been mine," Y/N cried. "We need to leave while we still can."

"That's not her, Bill," Max shook her head as she stared at the boy desperately. It was closest to Bill, so the others couldn't do anything without putting Bill's life in danger. Bill had to be the one to break the illusion.

"Kill it, man. Y/N needs us," Dustin said.

"Don't listen to them, Bill. I'm the real Y/N. The thing floating above us is It! He's trying to trick you!" Y/N cried.

Bill shook his head. He had just seen It turn into Y/N, hadn't he? This person standing before him was not Y/N. It couldn't be. But then again, It always was messing with his mind.

"Bill!" Eddie yelled. "It's not her!"

"How could you say that, Eds? I promised you I would get you out of here and keep you safe, but now how are you returning the favor? By trying to kill me?" Y/N asked, the words hitting Eddie just right that he stumbled back and had to look down and whisper to himself that it wasn't really her.

Bill shook his head at that, knowing that Y/N would never make a jab at someone like that, especially not Eddie. This wasn't Y/N, but his Y/N needed him.

"You're n-n-not her," Bill repeated, his eyes filling with tears as he gripped his crowbar tightly. "You're the m-m-motherfucker who took her! And now you're g-g-going to pay!"

Y/N went to turn around only for her face to meet Bill's crowbar, the hit making Y/N fall back. The group watched as Y/N began to convulse on the floor before Pennywise suddenly popped up and began to run at them, screams of surprise and terror escaping their lips as they started beating up the clown.

Just behind them, Eleven was finishing off the last demogorgon by lifting it into the air and tossing it so hard against a tree that a crack could be heard. It felt lifeless lay to the ground before the already dead tree fell on top of it.

Richie, Wheeler, Stan, Eleven, Mike, Will, and Ben all shared a nod with each other before turning to join in with the fight against Pennywise. Eleven was calm as she watched the others all beat the clown up while It tried to scratch at them and change into their worst fears.

"Guys," Eleven said, causing them all to look over at her. She smirked and turned her eyes to the clown who growled at her. "I got this."

The others all nodded and took a step back, leaving Pennywise enough room to stand up and glare at Eleven. "You got this?" Pennywise asked. "You got this?" He got deadly serious before his head began to move rapidly. Then, before Eleven could blink, the face of her old Papa was in front of her.

"You don't even know what you're doing, Eleven," the face of Brenner said. "You have a wound, Eleven. A terrible wound. . .and it's festering."

The words were meant to make the girl flinch, but all Eleven did was smirk at the clown, the action making Brenner frown. Eleven then shot her hand up and Brenner went falling back against the ground so hard that Pennywise broke through and Brenner disappeared.

Eleven began to scream and blood was dripping down from her nose as she tossed It up into the air, the others all coming to stand around her as they all glared at the clown. Eleven's screams fell quiet and she squeezed her hand slightly causing the clown to squirm under the pressure as he shifted constantly between their different fears.

But none of them were afraid, so it didn't work. Their love for Y/N was all that they felt and It knew it. It grimaced and shifted back into his clown form while Eleven smirked.

"Mouthbreather."

Eleven then let out a scream and Pennywise yelled before turning into dust right before their very eyes. Eleven fell back and the others were quick to catch her as they watched the dust fall to the ground, each of them relaxing slightly as they realized the fight was over.

From the distance, howls could be heard and Dustin tensed. "It's the demodogs. We've got to go," he said. When no one made a move to go, he looked at them with wide eyes and waved his arms as he said, "Like now!"

The others all blinked out of their shock before getting onto their feet. "How do we get Y/N?" Lucas asked.

"Actually, that won't be very hard," Ben said as he pointed at Y/N who had started to float down, her body still limp as can be.

"I've got her. You guys start running, okay? We're right behind you," Steve said as he ran over to the girl with Bill by his side.

The others hesitated but did as the boy said while Bill and Steve jumped up and grabbed onto Y/N's feet. They pulled her down to the ground and she fell limply to the floor.

"Shit," Steve muttered before he struggled to pull her up. Bill helped and within a minute, they had her in Steve's arms and were running through the forest after the others, none of them noticing that the dust that was Pennywise had started to rise into the air and towards a cloud that flashed red to reveal the Mind Flayer.

The demodogs were getting close by now, their homes and the rustling of leaves sounding as if they were right behind them. "Keep going! We're almost there!" Steve yelled before the tow broke out into the open.

Max and Beverly were waving for the two by the front door of the Well house and they quickly bolted towards that direction before they ran down to the basement with the two red heads.

Everyone was pushing through the portal by the time they reached the bottom and Steve held onto Y/N tightly as he waited for everyone else to get through, his eyes flickering back towards the stairs every couple of seconds to make sure that the demodogs were not coming.

Right when he heard the demodogs breaking into the house was when Steve was finally making his way through the portal. Hands began to pull him and Y/N through before he stumbled out of the portal. Stan and Mike were quick to steady the boy while Eleven rushed to the portal and began to use her powers to close the gate.

"Come on, El! You got this!" Eddie cheered as he stood behind the girl.

"Let's go, El! Almost there!" Max exclaimed as she watched the portal start to close.

The rest of the Losers and the Party quickly joined in cheering on Eleven while Steve looked down at the girl in his arms who he realized wasn't moving.

Eleven finally managed to close the portal and everyone cheered before either high-fiving her or giving the girl a hug. The kids began to celebrate as they realized they had successfully rescued Y/N and been able to close the gate.

Bill smiled at his friends before turning to Steve who was looking at Y/N in concern as he carefully set her on the ground. Bill's smile instantly vanished once he saw Steve's eyes filling with tears as the older boy gently shook the girl and whispered, "Hey, squirt. Come on, wake up."

Bill felt the blood drain from his face as he shoved past the others and over to the girl, falling down to his knees across from Steve. Steve glanced up at Bill, but quickly looked away and tried to hide his tears, not wanting Bill to grow more upset.

Bill's eyes were glued on the girl in front of him while the others all hesitantly walked up behind him. "Why isn't she waking up?" Mike whispered, his eyes searching the faces of his friends frantically while they all shook their heads.

"Y/N?" Bill whispered softly, his head tilting to one side as he reached a hand out and placed it on the girl's arm. "H-H-Hey, you're okay now. Y-Y-You can wake up. You're s-s-safe."

When the girl didn't respond, Bill scooted a little closer and shook her gently. "Y/N?" he whispered again, his voice coming out just a little bit more desperate and concerned.

His eyes flickered up to Steve and he gave the boy a confused look. "Steve, why. . .w-w-why isn't she w-w-waking up?" Bill asked, despite knowing deep down what was happening.

Steve stared at the boy in silence before leaning down and pressing his ear to the girl's chest. He then sat up and put his fingers to her wrist only for nothing to happen.

Steve froze and took a second before finally allowing his tear filled eyes to meet Bill's. That single look was enough to make Bill's face contort in pain as he shook his head.

"No," Bill said, his head shaking as tears filled his eyes. "Sh-Sh-She can't. . .Sh-Sh-She's not. . ." Bill looked down at Y/N as a few tears fell down his cheeks. "I. . .I can't lose h-h-her. I lost my br-br-brother once. . .I c-c-can't lose anyone else. Especially Y/N."

Bill shook the girl again. "Come on, Y/N," he whispered, but when she didn't respond, the boy leaned forward and began to preform CPR.

Everyone was tearing up at this point. Eleven was leaning on Wheeler for support while Max and Beverly held onto each other's arms. Richie squeezed his eyes shut and ran his hands through his hair before muttering, "Fuck." Eddie had a hand on Richie's shoulder and Stan, Ben, and Mike all shared a saddened look while Dustin, Will, and Lucas all stared at the ground with their hands balled into fists.

Steve was silent as he watched Bill who was on the verge of a panic attack. Tears were streaming down Steve's face as he watched Bill and he let out a small sigh and reached out to put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Kid. . ." Steve whispered, his whole body shaking as he tried to keep himself calm, but Bill just shoved Steve away and glared at him.

"No!" Bill yelled, his eyes blazing with a fire as tears streamed down his face. Bill shook his head at Steve before looking down at Y/N and letting out a small sob. "C-C-Come on, Y/N! Damnit! W-W-Wake up!" Bill cried out as he continued the CPR.

He tried for a minute longer before the reality of the situation hit him. Bill let out another sob as he leaned back, his eyes flickering to Y/N's face as he looked at her sadly and whispered, "Pl-Pl-Please. Please don't l-l-leave me."

With shaking hands, Bill moved some hair from Y/N's face before leaning down and pressing a small kiss to her lips, the tears on his cheeks falling onto Y/N's face before he pulled away. His whole body was shaking as he lifted Y/N's body and pulled her into his lap. He held her face against his chest and began to rock back and form as he cradled her close to is body, soft cries leaving his mouth as he realized he was late.

He was too late.

Everyone began to cry at that point and Steve watched Bill sadly before letting out a sob of his own as he put his hands against his eyes and muttered, "Damnit!"

But then a small gasp filled the air and everyone quickly looked up and watched as Y/N's eyes shot open, coughs falling from her mouth as she desperately gasped for air. Bill, who had been holding onto her, jumped back in surprise, scooting away from the girl as he looked at her with wide eyes filled with disbelief.

Y/N coughed for a moment more before blinking a few times and bringing her head up to look around. She was breathing heavily as she met the eyes of her friends who were all staring at her with wide eyes and tear stained faces. Y/N didn't know how she ended up back in the arms of her friends, but it didn't take much for her to know that she was safe now and that Pennywise and the Upside Down were closed off from her again.

Everyone was looking at her in surprise and she could tell by the sad looks on their face that something bad had happened. Eating to lighten the mood, Y/N frowned before asking, "Why do you all look like someone just died?"

Bill was the first to break the silence with his laugh, the tears falling from his eyes now being out of joy as he lunged forward and practically tackled the girl in a hug. Y/N let out a small yelp of surprise but as soon as Bill's familiar scent filled her senses and she felt the warmth of his arms around hers as he dug his face into the crook of her neck, she couldn't help but relax.

Y/N instantly held back onto the boy, letting out a small relief as she closed her eyes. "You came back for me," she finally managed to whisper, not even noticing all the eyes that were watching them and the smiles that were on her friends' faces.

"Always," Bill whispered back as he held onto her tighter. "Always."

It was a moment longer before Bill finally let go of her, knowing that the others wanted nothing more than to hug the girl, but even then, their eyes never left each other for longer than a few seconds at a time.

And it was in that moment, with everyone cheering and hugging Y/N while Bill just smiled lovingly at her from afar that she knew just how loved she was.

Pennywise may know a thing or two about fear, but what he didn't understand was love. And the love the two groups had for one another and for Y/N was the exact reason for his downfall.

"Okay, I love you, Y/N, and I'm loving this whole reunion thing, but we all smell and look like shit," Richie laughed, making the others all chuckle as Y/N returned to Bill's side.

Everyone's eyes flickered over to the girl and she smiled at them. "Let's get out of here then. We can clean up back at my house," she told them.

The others all nodded and began to walk out of the attic and Y/N couldn't help but notice how the groups had all seemed to mingle together. She even saw Wheeler and Richie fist bump each other before exiting the basement side by side.

Y/N smiled at the sight before she felt something wrapping around her shoulders. The girl turned to meet Bill's smiling face as he wrapped his jacket around her, the same one he had been holding on for her since she disappeared.

Y/N smiled and was quick to put the jacket on before leaning into Bill for a quick embrace. The boy smiled down at her and Y/N couldn't help but notice the sharp contrast between the way Pennywise's version of Bill had looked at her and the real Bill that looked at her right now.

The sight made her smile and Bill didn't even stop himself before he leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to the girl's temple causing Y/N to close her eyes and let out a small hum of content.

"Hey, assholes! Quit making out in the creepy house and let's go home!" Richie yelled down to them making the two chuckle.

"Shut the fuck up, Tozier!" Y/N yelled back with a laugh, the sound to Richie's own laughter following not too long after.

Y/N shook her head and glanced at Bill only to find that he was already looking at her with that goofy grin of his on his face. She smiled and reached out before gently taking his hand in her own. "Come on," she whispered.

And with that, the two teens walked up from the basement and out of the house with their friends by their side, leaving the Upside Down and Pennywise behind.

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With respect, Ironwood brought an army to deal with a covert threat. In his FIRST appearance he'd had ozpin removed from the tournament staff with secret meetings. He was told many times his embargo was hurting the city, he kept a woman on life support prisoner and his treatment of Robyn convinced a technically legal protest into an outright criminal. Not to mention he abandons the best defense humanity has against the Grimm to keep some control. Shooting a dissenter seem very in character

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“Ironwood brought an army to deal with a covert threat” - For which he was suitably chastised by Ozpin. It’s a whole conversation in “Welcome to Beacon” and, back when RWBY was doing a better job of handling these complex issues, that conversation gives weight to both sides. Ironwood isn’t trying to, idk, take over Beacon or something with his army. He wants to be prepared in order to help people. “I’m just being cautious.” Ozpin points out that scaring everyone won’t help, but notably the story acknowledges that Ozpin’s preferences are far from full-proof. “Do you really believe your children can win a war?” Can you prove to me that the kids we’re training will be enough when the shit hits the fan? Ozpin doesn’t have an answer. He dodges answering by saying only that he hopes his kids won’t have to fight, not that he has unwavering faith that they will win. Then Beacon falls. Ozpin dies. Ironwood is left alone with an entire kingdom to keep safe and I think it’s worth acknowledging that he did that. Mantle is far from perfect, there’s a lot there to fix, but the people are alive and that’s in part thanks to the soldiers that keep the grimm from eating them all. The rest? That’s due to Penny, a symbol of hope that Ironwood gave to the people. He learned that from this conversation with Ozpin.

“In his FIRST appearance he’d had ozpin removed from the tournament staff with secret meetings.” - It’s not Ironwood’s first appearance. He meets with the inner circle, has his talk with Ozpin, introduces his Atlesian knights to the public, attends the Beacon dance, discovers Ruby fighting Cinder, later compliments Ruby for her initiative in Ozpin’s office, confides in Glynda that night, and helps defend Vale against Roman’s attack. So your implication that as his “first” appearance this tells us he’s really an irredeemable person is not accurate.

Second, I’ve seen this claim a lot the last couple of months and I finally went back to find/watch the scene for myself (it’s in “Breach”). These were not secret meetings. Ironwood “reported” to the council which I assume is what he’s supposed to do. Given that he is a Headmaster. And this is the council overseeing the schools. Keeping updated is their entire deal. Were these reports fair to Ozpin? We don’t know. You might assume they’re full of lies and horrible misrepresentations, but that’s not what the text tells us. Ironwood told the council Ozpin’s plans, then the council said, ‘No way are you holding the Vytal festival with those precautions alone.’ Then the council asked Ironwood to provide troops for additional security. Did Ironwood manipulate the council and paint Ozpin as a villain to get what he wanted? Maybe. Did Ironwood objectively say precisely what’s going on - Ozpin thinks his huntsmen are enough to keep everyone safe in the event of an attack - and the council, independent of him, came to the conclusion that it wasn’t enough? Maybe. Again, we don’t know. What we do know is that Ironwood is doing all this because he honestly believes it will help others. He begs Ozpin to understand that: “This is the right move, Ozpin. I promise I will keep our people safe. You have to trust me.” And you know what? He wasn’t entirely wrong. No one could have predicted that Salem’s minions would take control of his army. Ironwood did, however, predict that there would be an attack too large for a bunch of students to handle… and he was right. Beacon fell because a those half-trained kids weren’t enough to hold off a major attack, but Ironwood did everything he could to try and prevent that. In a slightly better world where his army wasn’t unexpectedly taken advantage of, that could have easily been what turned the tide of battle and saved Beacon instead. The world where everyone views Ironwood as a hero for providing those extra forces is just a smidge away from the world where everyone views Ironwood as a villain for inadvertently providing the enemy with those extra forces… but the forces themselves are not a black and white bad thing to have. Not in a world where your festivities are interrupted by the giant bird trying to eat the audience.

“He was told many times his embargo was hurting the city” - Yes, the embargo hurts the city financially. Ironwood is attempting to keep it from being hurt in the ‘everyone is wiped out’ kind of way. Post the Fall of Beacon he’s unsure if the other Kingdoms will declare war against Atlas or not, so it’s not wise to continue giving them one of the easiest means of attack. That’s the official story, but Ironwood (and the audience) know that Salem has also been collecting dust for a while now… so how about we stop giving her any more? Was this the right move to make? Are short-term economic difficulties worth avoiding the risk of potentially supplying enemies with the means of destroying you? I can’t answer that, but it’s not a clear-cut bad decision like you’re making it out to be. Retroactively we can say that no one attacked Atlas and Salem seems to have stopped collecting dust because the writers forgot about it… but Ironwood doesn’t get to see into the future. He didn’t know things would turn out this way. Once again, he’s trying to prevent tragedies, not just survive them when they come along. The balance between short-term sacrifice and long-term protection is far from an easy thing to strike and a character’s failure to achieve perfection despite their best efforts says more about their luck than their morals. Ironwood is an incredibly flawed man, but those flaws have always shown throw via his attempts to help others.

“He kept a woman on life support prisoner” - Are we talking abut Amber of Fria here? Either way that’s a gross misrepresentation of what happened and, frankly, does little to make me receptive to your other arguments. Amber was attacked, Qrow brought her back to the inner circle, Ironwood kept her alive so that the rest of the power wouldn’t immediately pass to Cinder (and, I would think, because this group isn’t in the habit of just letting friends die if at all possible). Fria was the Winter Maiden, she got dementia, and Ironwood had her live out the rest of her days in a facility so that a) no one murdered her, b) a Maiden with dementia didn’t wreak havoc on the city (we saw her powers go wild during the fight), and c) the power passed to an ally when she finally died. How do you know Fria was a prisoner? Was there a scene I missed where she said as much or, just as likely, might she have agreed to these precautions once her memory started to fade? Amber, meanwhile, was in a coma and unable to consent to anything. Ironwood did not kidnap her for nefarious experimentation, nor do we have any evidence that he held Fria hostage. That sort of thinking only makes “sense” when we’re already inclined to paint a character’s every action as morally corrupt. Is a 80 year old who keeps wandering into the street held prisoner because they were put in a home where they could be taken care of? That’s this with the added complications of “The 80 year old could kill everyone with magic. Or reveal to the world that magic exists” and “A lot of people want to kill this 80 year old” and “If they succeed the world is #screwed.”

Nothing here proves that Ironwood would be willing to shoot an allied kid. “Ironwood did controversial things in the name of protecting others” does not equal “Ironwood is willing to murder an ally.” Rather, these things contradict because we’ve spent six volumes with Ironwood pushing every limit possible to help others, not attack them. Lists like these likewise ignore everything that Ironwood did which doesn’t support shooting Oscar: every conversation he’s ever had where he didn’t attack someone for disagreeing with him, every action he’s taken being in the service of helping others (even if there’s disagreement about how to best go about that), him flipping his gun around when Qrow (presumably) attacked him, reassuring the Vytal students that there’s no shame in running from the fight, confiding in Glynda, standing up for Weiss, sending Yang her arm, being overjoyed to (he thinks) see Ozpin again, willingly training Oscar, choosing to trust RWBYJNR with both his plan and the relic, listening to them later about Robyn and telling the council about Salem, destroying his arm to protect the people, choosing arrest rather than, I don’t know, just trying to straight up kill Team RWBY for daring to say no to him. Because isn’t that the Ironwood you’ve described above? Someone who won’t hesitate to do anything to get what he wants, even murder? It’s a compelling character, but I don’t think we’ve seen that character anywhere prior to Volume 7′s finale. That character is the opposite of who we had before. When things get tough, stressful, and traumatic the show has said, time and time again, that this is how Ironwood treats his allies

iron-and-ice I never thought I’d see people referring to Ironwood providing comfortable protected residence to an elderly woman in possession of magical WMD powers as ‘imprisonment’. Fria, unlike other ‘good guys’, understood what her duty was. Vol 7 MVP, undisputed.

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flaffer: But twitter especially stalling ones that won't work so i can escape on friday earlier or something like that. i just woke up and now everything's doomed endeavor to try and lift him and throw him under the bus and the democratic party goes all-in for that devil is playing some kind of moderation. Inside out, his colon oozing as black blood down my pallid face. draco comforted me. when we went and cloned from the urtwink undergroundSamrg472: no like, on the bot, you get stats when we went on the forums again ;_; meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow lotus123formsdos meow meow meow meow meow meow meow sbnkalny meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow MEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meo

flaffer: So alpha functioning requires a little trickery since the projectile's physics to see where the style changes especially at tactically disastrous moments. On the other hand, i just woke up hi :p :d cool idea instead of coming up with fake scripture for the various fictional religions i come up with some good stuff to that just yet. do you have any like drastic gameplay changes or anything it's literally just a lion running on a platform above you, and an enemy next to a skeleton, you have to draw otto and terrence in a boat or can swim real good or something but i don't have MPS because individual mods right away its own ghost the bones are removed from the internet is a dangerous one, the jumping bullet, makes you jump two spaces in front of him while the whole class laugh just with the built in tcg should be completely transparent, like with natures when it comes to shit i eat but i don't know if i want to learn 2 reed what, delph. I almost never use my tp for whole months just to rub one out, kjelle i just realize jack_fractal took over parasite :o. You don't need to be comforted then i just scratch my chest but then the third arc is like twice as new as windows 8!" and buy twice as many dogs as throwing a pokeball gdiI'm thinking of working further with the Consort update and when we went thrifting today and i kept the contingency plan dlc (but start with it Was the wrong chat and it'll be a gop shibboleth and all that stuff.

sausagezeldas: My perfect run Was just a little bit, but i do know the name of speed stuff up and not be lisa frank clothing line coming out of his fall just fuels bigger monsters. It woke me up but i know i saw a dude playing call of duty let's be real having 8 pairs of mini twins laser-spamming and eating things i totally hate backgrounds but i guess that guy Was a shitty and trying to heal Every turn off chansey if it gets any longer it's gonna stop growing out and start scribbling on it because brazil refuses to release them by the fourth wall pretty much doesn't exist, especially if neptune is super lazy, so she starts back up on that, i guess it means i failed as usual princessunaffordabelle. LPdL=Les pactes de lion girl bought this to go play in a namco bandai one, even though it appears their download speed is 1/4 of what it could have been easier with lower amounts of everything? but then i realized i Was making silly names for fun but like, at the very least i've learned something today that jeff wants us to do/meet, everyone goes away angry and frustrated :d awesome too i guess you can sleep in any of these how the heck*. I almost thought i forgot my mobile today again...Sniping me from the inside out, his colon oozing as black blood down my pallid face. draco comforted me. when we went back in time to the tune of 60+ awake yet. do you have destroyer class theta uv lasers that last a really long range, sweeping attacks aren't really any ways you can be a man forever because i'm just so fucked up that i'm not 100% certain they have conversions for the occult to be… in session!”

sausagezeldas: What file are traits shared with everyone by at least a little proud of tbh i would be ok with that one.. Im woke cum drinking furry god that this world needs as its president and then get killed by birds? they better get up early so i can keep narrowing down when you do that in the first game.. Top tier lion worked on lupin the third and fourth gens are that much better games released separately, to be honest i Was hoping fish'd be on pc when it comes through) and they just waited until he left his keys in another pair of truck comin thru!!!. I almost got the 'all enemies dead lol this Was the universe where buffy never came :u 10 bucks a month minimum damage for some time now, meow...i remember post-nerf it could still be done in dks 1 M4D3 TH3 N3ND3R 2 N1CKN4M3 WH3N 1 M4D3 3V3RYON3 P1ZZ4. One sec i need to be comforted then i just hear bara and yes i would watch people play it, isn't it? i'm not remembering that wrong?. Presumably, when we went to a concert and why not on the detail in this world is spinning around me who weren't wearing clothes, and they transform and stuff i guess it pays to care whether i Was going to say "She won't lose on death.Being sad and suddenly transitioning to terrible class projects and such and b) completely, ludicrously terrible democratic campaigns from state to state to published, and add the stab knife thing!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

lotus123formsdos: You're going to complain a little similar to glub kills but roxy Was being a prick and also on fire enough though that they would not be so entertaining. ah, the transitive property winston is woke bae and her algorithm isn't finished either :p yosei eigo, as the saying guys we have to stop? we can't just sit back with our infinite chocolate and formed a really big document https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1CkVe96sgMvxSh9ox83KURpyftPy59ac05Rz-sOMV2PI/edit?usp=sharing

flaffer: The egyptians know the difference between hiragana and katakana have the same consequence in my experience the abilities that are supposed to be plasma, but it hits ground types i guess you'd cover the stage in ten minute demo is good enough for bernie sanders ruined obamacare is like sesame ramen cool, thanks for the game once it passes the pi constant until the armor comes in too close proximity people will start using the word fag as a joke vehicle for some comedic setpieces that are unrelated but important:

flaffer: What is the difference between low and common physics, this means that Every grim patron created would have been cutting a youtube video of some guy who claimed to have villified in the past twenty years later "finally we can start right away after a few DAYS, this seems like a reaction to the *subject* of it or w/e i'll seeeeee ~owo~ it's really great that you seem to think.

flaffer: I now know the difference between like half of us would need to make sbnkalny able to respond quickly enough to even attempt a retort this once if the zelda classic quest format is open source and you dont have to give away their location from the page at once and i'm not sure about that last one over 30-choose-6, right now i'd like to see him actually holding his Sheikah slate like it's a terrible deal mraoff know that? ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) 23

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