#(But let me just say. I really really *really* despite the ���what women [alien and mysterious beings] want is hard to understand and–

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 6!!!

[flowersandbigteeth]

Blast from the past ask about the Kherae aliens based off of this lore…

“The aliens were polite, good providers, and had charming cultural differences that made relationships with them interesting and fresh…Their society worshiped women and after theirs were brutally gassed and murdered, they were protective and devoted husbands. You were pretty jealous you’d never gotten to choose a Kherae at one of their centers, where they let you look through screens filled with eligible bachelors for the right one. All your friends from college were blissfully happy with their new enormous, hunky husbands…The other married officers were polite, but looked at you with indifference. To their credit, married Kherae were pretty devoted to their spouses. They didn’t think of other women. They spoke to you when they needed to and then walked away, never stopping for any pleasantries.”

Questions (sorry this is so long!):

What are some fun tidbits of Kherae culture that make dating them fun and interesting? What’s the courtship culture?

When a human woman “selects” her potential husband, does the Kherae just go along with it cause he wants any mate he can get? Or do they go through dating like how we normally do, and meet lots of other potential spouses to make sure they’re compatible? Do the Kheare get to “choose” too, or nah?

Would the offspring of Kherae and a human be half and half? Or are Kherae genes really dominant? What’d the offsprings’ appearance be like? (I had read the post about monster and human offspring, and was wondering if the same lore applied to the aliens).

It was really fun to read the Kherae stories. And with the lore parts, it really hit me again of how scary men could be towards women because so much of what you beautifully wrote is plausible in reality, or already happens one way or another. Like the following would 100% happen if it became reality.

“When the Kherae came to Earth looking for human women to repopulate with, human men weren’t exactly thrilled and despite the alien's superior technology, wealth, and honestly, appearance, the men weren’t giving up…Human men, who committed most of the crime in the past were further and further ostracized from society as women were more and more occupied with the aliens…Most of the crime now were men protesting or causing other trouble with home grown terrorism attempts, trying to get some attention.”

It’s scary how a lot of men regardless of race, ethnicity, or nationality feel entitled to women. And you see this a lot in online incel communities and in far right groups that broadcast their messages. Women are property, and are a man’s right from the day they’re born.

This is a personal experience I had online and see occasionally, but I’ve had x race men feel specifically entitled to the women of same race, and become absolutely rabid when x race women date outside of their race. What’s even worse is that the men encourage racism themselves, and say, “You should try x race women because abc reasons.” Goes to show that women are also just trophies or are treated like some type of card collectible. It really is scary. This topic also resonates with me a lot because I’m from a culture/country that very much did NOT value females to the point laws had to be put in place to circumvent female infanticide. So you can imagine how my eyes pop into heart shapes whenever a man is written to love and respect women. It’s always funny but still terrifying that some groups of men complain about women leaving x group for literal better prospects, because it’s your groups fault for the poor treatment of women? As they say, reap what you sow.

So sorry for this ridiculous long send in. I just really loved your Kherae stories and I obviously needed to get this off my chest from rereading them again. <3

Thank you for all your thoughts! Your observations are so on point.

This is kind of a long answer 😅 but I hope I got everything, I answered your questions about the Kherae under the cut 👇🏾

TW: domestic violence

Sometimes I feel sad writing these stories. Even though they are fantasy there is a lot of reality and vulnerability folded in. I was reading something about the "women going their own way" phenomenon happening in different countries and I totally understand that. Abusive people will pretend to be nice and sweet for YEARS before they show their true colors. Why would I want to take a risk on a potentially controlling, abusive partner who will destroy everything I've built for myself when I can just hang out with my friends, read romance novels, walk my dog, and have peace of mind?

To your point, I hate the passport bros comments where they write little manifestos about how x race or ethnicity is more servile and feminine. It's a bizarre fantasy they've created to comfort themselves and justify their behavior. Like you said, there is a distinct intersection between racism and mysogyny, the racism creating another avenue to objectification.

I was reading something not too long ago about a counselor who worked at a prison dealing with domestic abusive men and he asked the men why they wouldn't stop being abusive and they all said, assuming you don't get caught, there is no downside to being abusive. You get your way, you force someone to serve you, and it's hard to be prosecuted. He was at a loss as to how to rehabilitate them because unlike substance abuse, for example, where you can point out how drugs or alcohol have ruined their lives, they have literally no reason to quit their abusive ways. Once they get out of jail, they can just find someone less likely to call the cops on them and do it all again.

I am personally in favor of rehabilitative justice, but I have no idea what to do with that. That put a lot of toxic behavior into perspective for me. You can scale that up to national laws and you can scale it down to guys on Twitter and the reality is always the same. There's no reason for them to try and change when abuse works for them. So maybe a lot of my writing is in response to that. It's nice to think about someone who uses their strength to support you, not tear you down, even if tearing you down is the easier, more profitable action.

My closest guess is that we need to cultivate a gentler world. Idk how you teach empathy, but as a society we've been dropping the ball on that. In all aspects of at least American culture we prioritize cruelty as a rule.

On a lighter note, to answer your questions:

1. The Kherae have been starved from romantic companionship most of their lives. At the the timeline I'm writing, most of them were little boys when the females were murdered, so they don't have much experience in it. That said they are enthusiastic and willing to try. They are fascinated with Earth for a number of reasons. One of them is that their planet is very monochrome. Most plants are some shade of purple and they evolved to match that environment (hence their skin tone). They love human gardens and gardening because there are SO MANY colors! A human can expect to receive bouquets, potted plants, and if he can, he'll be in your backyard planting things.

Since most of them were raised with no hope of a future, their elders taught them to exist in a constant state of orderly duty so that their society didn't fall apart. The general thought was "go into the darkness with dignity." If they did become extinct, they didn't want the universe to see their society fall into chaos before they disappeared. Because of that, most of them, deeply value respect. They can appear somewhat stoic at times, but they would never embarrass you in public and go to great lengths to protect your honor.

After the tragedy, the arts in Kherae society changed tone abruptly. There were many shrines and literary works mourning their loss. Slowly their culture became less and less interested in the arts as it seemed somewhat pointless and they were all very depressed. When they arrive to Earth and see the spectrum of art, music, and literature they are thrilled. Many of them are fascinated with human movies, love going to concerts, and art museums. They will take you on lots of culture dates. They adore museums, art shows, painting classes, movies, concerts...you'll never be bored if you like to go out.

One artistic pursuit that was not lost was dance. They are an athletic culture and great dancers. You can see them in clubs doing backflips and all sorts of crazy physical feats you would not expect these large aliens to be capable of.

2. When a human picks a Kherae there is a dating period for them to get to know one another and see if they are compatible. It's important to note that they believe in "fated mates." It's unclear if that mystical reality exists, but what's important is most of them deeply believe that it does. They interpret being chosen as fate, so they will do their very best to impress you. If more than one woman is interested in one Kherae he will be allowed to choose who he believes he is more compatible with. Despite how excited they are, they are happy to take a relationship slow. Their core values include loyalty and respect so they want humans to be very sure before they commit. When they first arrived, there were some broken hearts because humans are used to dating around and breakups being normal. Kherae want to choose a person they will be together forever and dating for fun not for a long term relationship is confusing for them.

3. When I first started writing about them, they had half and half children, some looking more like one parent than another, but many of them have skin slightly shaded purple and grow small horns and tails. So it is different from my monster fics.

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I hope that answers everything 🙏🏾 I love your thoughts, they made me look at the stories from a different angle, which is cool 😎

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

i read your post you tagged “if you take nothing else from this blog let it be this”

and i’m glad i did because it paints a really great picture of your ideology

“i have nothing in common with trans women,” you say, and then you proceed to describe in vivid detail some obviously painful memories from your childhood that stayed with you: begging god to “fix” you, being viewed as dangerous by your peers for your identity.

you’re so right, when trans women were children everyone always clapped them on the back and said “great job today buddy we accept you!”

they never felt alienated, they were never treated as predators whilst being mere children, and they certainly never hoped a higher power would make them normal.

nothing human is alien to yourself and i’m sorry you think you have not an inch of common ground with 50% of the earth. i hope you’re very young, that would explain this really defensive, combative and self-isolating stance you’ve taken.

i’m a cis woman who was also bullied in middle school for being gay so unfortunately you cannot write this off as another “angry man” or whatever, but i expect you’ll find some other way to dismiss this criticism, or maybe you’ll pretend you didn’t read it despite me reading your much longer vitriolic post.

i’m not saying you have to love and welcome trans women into Our Spaces—although i wish you did feel that way—but specifically i’m baffled that you think you have NOTHING in common with them solely because they were born with a penis. are genitals really that defining of a human being? i personally don’t find it super feminist to reduce my entire identity and human experience down to my having a vagina.

No, anon, I’m not going to pretend that I didn’t read this ask. I do acknowledge and appreciate two things:

You took the time to read my post. If I can be honest, I thought it’d be a bigger hit, and the fact it wasn’t is at least partially contributed to its length, I’m sure.

Even though you clearly disagree with me, this ask is respectful. I really do appreciate that.

With that out of the way, I would like to give you a response.

““I have nothing in common with trans women,” you say, and then you proceed to describe in vivid detail some obviously painful memories from your childhood that stayed with you: begging god to “fix” you, being viewed as dangerous by your peers for your identity.

you’re so right, when trans women were children everyone always clapped them on the back and said “great job today buddy we accept you!”

they never felt alienated, they were never treated as predators whilst being mere children, and they certainly never hoped a higher power would make them normal.”

I would like to point out that the post I made was specifically talking about “lesbian” trans women. In the beginning, I speak a bit generally about trans women as a whole, but my post was mainly about straight males who claim to be lesbians. I'm willing to accept that I have plenty in common with homosexual trans women (trans women into males) because we are both gay. Not only that, but I can relate to being so gnc that I’d rather just be the opposite sex. However, this part of your ask does not make nearly as much sense if we are talking about heterosexual trans women. Yes. Straight males very much so are considered normal. I think where people like you and people like me get into the most arguments is that we can't decide who is and who is not a trans woman. You seem to view them as tortured minorities who struggled since childhood. And some of them are—mostly the homosexual ones, but the thing is that men with sissy fetishes or autogynephilia also call themselves trans women. “But they’re not!” is what you’re probably saying, right? Those men are perverts, right? Okay, but they call themselves trans women. How do you know who's telling the truth or not? How do we prevent the liars from hurting women? What is stopping a man with a fucked up fetish from identifying as trans, entering a woman’s bathroom, and assaulting someone? You might be thinking that if a man wants to assault somebody, a woman's bathroom sign isn't going to stop him from doing so, but the thing is, if you make it a law that anybody can go into whatever bathroom they want to go into, it then becomes asinine to call the police on him. The police can't do anything because how do they know he doesn't belong there? Do you understand why this whole thing causes women such great pause?

You and I can trade pathos all day. I can tell you sad stories from my childhood growing up gay. You can talk to me about a sad boy crying in his room wishing he was a girl. It always comes back to “who do you care about more?” If a teenage girl talks about feeling genuine discomfort over males being allowed in the school locker rooms and a teenage boy talks about how much he wishes he had access to the girl locker rooms because he “feels” like a girl, whose side do you take? Who do you care about more? I will always choose women and gay people.

I left something out of my post, anon. It wasn't relevant but now I think it is. I've talked about this before but when I was a kid I struggled greatly with the fact that I was black. I can say with full confidence that I had racial dysphoria. I wanted to be white so badly. Both of my parents are black people, but I used to ask people if I could pass as half white. It was pretty bad. Would you have told me that I was meant to be born white? No? Then why do you think it’s okay to tell someone they’re meant to be born the opposite sex? Why is sex the only thing people are allowed to say is “wrong” about them? How ingrained are biases about sex that people look at a little boy playing with dolls, say “he’s supposed to be a girl”, and a disturbing amount of people say “true!”? That’s insane! Imagine if someone looked at a white person eating watermelon and said they were meant to be born black? That’s how people with your ideology sound. You don’t think you sound that way because you’ve had so many people backing you up, but if you can tell me why racial dysphoria isn’t valid but gender dysphoria is, I’ll reconsider everything. It is my “bad” luck I was born black, anon. There is nothing I can do to change that. Some boy wishing he was a girl is a sad thing, sure, but it’s simply a matter of tough luck lmao. He shouldn’t suddenly get everything he wants just because of that.

“nothing human is alien to yourself and i’m sorry you think you have not an inch of common ground with 50% of the earth.  i hope you’re very young, that would explain this really defensive, combative and self-isolating stance you’ve taken.

i’m a cis woman who was also bullied in middle school for being gay so unfortunately you cannot write this off as another “angry man” or whatever, but i expect you’ll find some other way to dismiss this criticism, or maybe you’ll pretend you didn’t read it despite me reading your much longer vitriolic post.

i’m not saying you have to love and welcome trans women into Our Spaces—although i wish you did feel that way—but specifically i’m baffled that you think you have NOTHING in common with them solely because they were born with a penis. are genitals really that defining of a human being?  i personally don’t find it super feminist to reduce my entire identity and human experience down to my having a vagina.”

50% of the population? You and I have been talking about trans women this whole time. Are they 50% of the population? Are you talking about men when you say this? Why? This is a bit of a freudian slip, anon. Seems like I’m not the only one here who knows trans women and men are the same thing.

I do think that “nothing human is alien to yourself” is a beautiful phrase, and I do agree! There are men and straight people I can relate to just fine. But I don’t agree with calling males lesbians and I don’t agree that people can be born in the wrong body. I am defensive and combative. Women and lesbians are actively being threatened. Self-isolating though? No, I don’t think so. I don't feel isolated at all. In fact, I think being open about my views has led to me being close to people I never would’ve thought. And even if my views did lead to my isolation, I would much rather be alone than with people who are actively hurting women and gay people.

“i’m baffled that you think you have NOTHING in common with them solely because they were born with a penis.” I can concede that saying “nothing” was more emotion based than logic based, but I think that the straight male experience is pretty damn different from the lesbian one. The male experience, in general, is pretty different from what I’ve had. That’s what I was speaking about. 

“are genitals really that defining of a human being?” I don’t know about how much they define a human being, anon, but they definitely do contribute a lot to how the world treats you. If you have a penis, the world treats you a shit ton better than they do if you have a vagina. That’s just facts. Nobody can help being born with a penis, but the world is not a fair place. Also, for a trait that is apparently so neutral, people with penises manage to commit 90% of all violent crime. What do you make of that? If genitals are really neutral, why isn’t the crime rate between people with vaginas and people with penises a 50-50 split? You said yourself that nothing human is an alien concept to other humans, so if women go through the same experiences men do, why is there such a large disparity in crime? Why can women go through the things men do (and worse, let’s be real) and generally not end up as criminals? What is it about having a penis that contributes to this?

“I personally don’t find it super feminist to reduce my entire identity and human experience down to my having a vagina.” I never said women are only their vaginas. If I tried to talk about racism, I would not be “reducing black people down to their skin color”. There is no reason why talking about the female experience should be met with claims I’m reducing women down to their vaginas.

[mamawasatesttube]

Hi hello,

Random question, but what do you headcannon cassie to look like and dress through-out her teens into adulthood? Both as wondergirl and as cassie? On that same vein, what adult superhero name do you like for her?

Anywhoosies, wishing u a great day!

late teenage into early 20s cassie is grappling with comp het pretty hard and tries to grow her hair out and dress more femme. she hates it but she doesn't know she hates it for a hot minute. this is both as wonder girl and as cassie because she barely exists as a civilian at all for a long time. "cassie sandsmark" publicly was wonder girl for a while, and she tried coming up with a fake name and identity to be a civilian again in tt03, but it was rough on her and she ultimately gave up on it.

so i think that really just weighs on her - she's a hero 24/7, she's leading the titans, she's basically letting the vigilante life consume her and she's gonna crash and burn out hard any day now. i think donna sees this and goes hey... you know you don't have to be exactly like me, right? in fact i think you need a vacation. let's go to themyscira for a bit. and its big sis lil sis bonding time but also for the first time cassie catches herself thinking um... women 😳 women? 😳 oh god. women 😳 and she has a whole crisis about it.

when she comes back from her vacation she does feel a lot more in touch with herself. the problem is that what she sees there (dissatisfied with her work-life balance, worn out, starting to confront her internalized homophobia) freaks her out. so she kind of has a crisis and hacks her hair off with a pair of scissors in the middle of the night and then looks in the mirror like. oh GOD. what did i DO??? oh god oh fuck who do i know who can fix this and won't ask me questions if i say i don't wanna talk about it hhghnggrhgnn...

so she shows up in kansas wearing a beanie at like 1am like kon Please. help. 😭 and she feels So guilty bc he's her ex and he's still kind and loving enough that he does get out of bed despite having an early morning with farm chores, and then he's all sleepily shuffling to the bathroom with her like here. sit. i'll fix your bangs. jeez. and the vibes are so... you know. bathroom light late at night spilling into the hallway. he's cutting her hair. krypto is peering at them from the doorway like why the fuck are you awake. cassie's on the verge of tears bc she wants to tell him why she did this but she's terrified it'd hurt him if she was like i think i was never actually in love with you

but when she finally says it he just stares at her. and then stares at her some more. and then he starts? laughing?? and at first she's kind of hurt like uh. that was serious and also pretty hard to say, what's so funny. and hes just almost in tears holding her hands in the bathroom by the sink like. cassie. ive been so scared of telling you i think im gay. for like. 3 months now. cassie i hooked up with an alien several weeks ago and i had a whole crisis i just refused to tell anyone about. um. yeah. and she's like. YOU WHAT? ALIEN HOOKUP? CONNER KENT? and hes like NOOOO WE ARENT TALKING ABOUT IT. YOURE A LESBIAN LETS TALK ABOUT THAT. but its like. oh! and they click back into place as best friends instead so much more easily than they ever dated. it's about the late night catharsis of it all.

this is a lot of words to say that after this i think she embraces the short hair and starts leaning into masc presentation again. i am a butch cassie truther for LIFE. get that girl some cargo shorts and a carabiner for her lasso STAT. i'm talking those truly heinous cargo pants that unzip at the knees to become shorts. formal cassie rocks the blazer with a bra underneath look. cassie lingerie is a tank top with no bra. she's butch to the bone baybee

as for her adult hero name, i still kinda waffle about it but i've Tentatively settled on "xenia"!! it's taken from one of zeus's epithets and has to do with hospitality, kindness, and the protection of strangers (yknow those rules about breaking bread with strangers etc, those are also called xenia). the og meaning had to do with the idea that a stranger could be a god in disguise so you should always honor strangers, but i think cassie would do a sort of converse of that with it, like i've got the power and i'm gonna use it to protect people i don't know, not for the idea of a boon but because it's who i am. still potentially workshopping this, though.

[bleachbyatch-blog]

A royal pain

Romantasy AU. PWP sorta. F!reader (Y/n) in an arranged engagement with Prince!Geto. Noble!Gojo screws everything up, in a good way. (Y/n) is slightly bratty.

word count: 3.6k

CW: dubcon bordering on noncon (Geto is entitled and mean), virginity taking, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (f and m receiving), squirting, technical cheating, dirty-ish talk (Gojo is obnoxious), pet names (good girl, pretty girl), brief geto x gojo, exhibitionism

NSFW. MDNI. 18+

Your betrothed had never really warmed up to you. No matter how many times over the years you were forced to meet Geto Suguru, the first prince of the kingdom, he remained distant. Despite his chilly attitude and calculating eyes, you held on to the prospect of being happy as his wife someday. 

But it seemed like every time you started to make some progress with Geto, somebody interfered and that somebody was almost always Gojo Satoru. He was the Archduke’s son and Geto’s best friend. He had a habit of teasing you, mercilessly undermining your relationship with Geto. You were not looking forward to the social season, especially when you realized Gojo would be staying in the capital to attend all the balls and no doubt hoard Geto away all to himself. You just hoped that he would finally stop picking on you so relentlessly now that you were all grown up. 

“No one asks me to dance anymore.” You whined watching fashionable women swirl their skirts around the dance floor while their dance partners took them in with appreciative eyes. 

“I’m sure it’s because they don’t want to catch the wrath of the crown prince.” Your lady in waiting did her best to console you.

“As if Prince Geto would even notice. He hasn’t looked my way once tonight. He’s too busy trying to outdrink the idiot.” You looked over at the pair laughing congenially over their shared flask. Their cheeks were rosy and they swayed on their feet, just an hour in and they were already tipsy. Gojo caught your heated gaze and sent back an impish wink. Clearly he hadn’t grown out of mocking you. 

“My lady, you shouldn’t say such things in public. What if somebody were to overhear you?”

“I don’t care.” You pouted before leaving the ballroom and the boys behind. 

You found yourself sitting all alone in the cool darkness of one of the parlors. You just couldn’t watch those two have any more fun without you. You were used to being left out, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. So you decided to spend the rest of your night sulking in the darkness. This is probably why Geto doesn’t like me. Because I’m a brat. But then again, so was Gojo and he got along with him just fine. 

The double doors thumped open behind you, sending your heart leaping up into your throat and your pouty thoughts scattering. A broad form appeared in the doorway, long silken hair shining in the moonlight let in by the gauzy curtains. 

“Prince Geto.” You blinked at him in surprise before remembering to rise and curtsy to his highness. “A-are you enjoying the ball?” 

He huffed out a non-committal response that you were used to hearing as he approached you slowly.

You realized his face was flushed, eyes were too bright. That damned Gojo had gotten your fiance drunk. Geto loomed over you, closing you in between the arm of the couch and his body. He had never stood so close to you and his breath, fanning your hot face, was boozy enough to make you feel drunk too. 

“(Y/N).” He addressed you almost affectionately. Your name was so alien on his lips that you couldn’t help but shiver at the sound. 

His fingers danced around the delicate pleats in your dress before yanking them up in big fistfuls around your waist. Your dainty undergarments were lined with bows and lace and they did little to keep your modesty intact. 

“Prince Geto, what are you doing?”we can’t! Not until we’re married.” You panicked and tried to wrench your skirts out of his hands to cover yourself. 

“Last time I checked, you were mine. I’ll do as I please with you.” Before you could continue your protests, Geto had pushed you down so you were sprawling on your back and shoulders, your hips propped up by the cushions of the sofa. Your barely clothed pussy on full display as he spread your thighs painfully wide. “Cute.” He chuckled down at your panties, skimming the laciest bits with the pads of his fingertips, before tearing them clean off with two hooked fingers. 

“Suguru!” You gasped, shame heating your body, starting at your exposed, molten core.  

He undid his silk pants and took out his rock hard sex before running the bulbous tip over your most intimate parts. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. You were mortified at the runny mess between your legs, now coating Geto’s pulsating tip. He groaned drunkenly, “Look at you, already making a mess on me.” You buried your face in your hands, trying to hide your reaction to his words. A strange mixture of embarrassment and desire brought tears to your eyes. 

His fat cockhead split you open, the tight ring of muscles giving way to him like they were little more than softened butter. He thrust deep inside until his pelvis was flush with yours  before he began a staccato rhythm inside you, breaking you in. His body was heavy and unyielding above you as you reached up to his chest just hoping to find some purchase to ground you. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to destroy this tiny virgin cunt.” He growled, his teeth finding the fleshy part of your shoulder. You cried out in pain as his canines tore through the softness of your skin and tears redoubled in your eyes. The weight of his cock inside you was breathtaking. 

He straightened up, never faltering from his punishing pace, and placed a large hand down hard on your stomach like he meant to flatten you. It added a new sensation into the mix. A fullness filled your abdomen as he pummeled his way deeper into you. Every thrust had you convinced that you were going to burst.

“Su-u-gu.” You let his nickname slip, one that only Gojo was allowed to call him. “Stop! I-I’m going to-” Your heart stuttered in your chest, thumping its painful rhythm down to where the two of you were connected. Your world grew hazy as you started to spasm around his thick cock. You erupted in a fountain of juices, soaking your petticoat as well as Geto’s lean legs and torso. Sloppy sounds filled the space as Geto used your slickness to propel himself faster, harder. His hips stuttered before he released white hot spurts deep inside you until you were so full you swore you could feel his seed in your belly. 

Your insides felt bruised when he finally slid out of you, his cum leaking out to mix with your own. He used the softest layer of your dress to wipe himself clean, but you were too far gone to protest. Your hair had slipped out of its pins and stuck to your damp forehead in places. Your heavy skirts were stained and rumpled and your panties were an unsalvageable little scrap at your feet.  

“You’re an absolute mess.” Geto chuckled without sympathy. He still looked immaculate, not a hair out of place. His clothes had survived the worst of it, the only evidence was a small patch of wetness on his pants as he buttoned them back up. “You should probably do something about that before you head back to the party.” Your thoughts were still so disordered that all you could do was glare at him as he retreated from the room, not bothering to shut the doors behind him. 

Geto had finally given you an indication of how he felt about you. You had always known him to be cold, but you never would have guessed how cruel and bestial he would be when he took you for the first time. You couldn’t believe the nerve of that man, prince or not, you would not be treated that way again. It was time for you to give him a piece of your mind. You collected yourself enough to follow him out into the winding hallways of the palace. He’d had quite the head-start and you weren’t sure you’d be able to find him. After a few minutes of what felt like a wild goose chase, your anger started to wane and your embarrassment returned. What on earth would you even say to him if you caught up? With a defeated sigh, you slumped against the wall. 

A soft sound floated to you from deeper down the corridor. You perked up your ears, eager to hear more. You followed the noises, they were coming from a shaft of moonlight; You stopped dead in your tracks before it could illuminate you too. Pushed up against the wall, head thrown back against the tapestries, was Geto. And down on his knees in front of him was Gojo. That good for nothing mouth of his working over your fiance’s cock, but it was clear to you from the way Geto’s cock hardened, Gojo’s mouth wasn’t good for nothing after all. He bobbed his head and gulped at the shaft greedily, eliciting moans from Geto that were totally different from the ones he’d shared with you. They were soft, whiney even. 

You stood there, concealed in the dark, Geto’s cum still running down your legs and forming a pool on the stone floor. 

What the hell was happening? You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the pair of men, your fiance and your tormenter. Geto’s hands came to rest on either side of Gojo’s face so he could rut up into it at a more desperate angle. He was absolutely feral, clearly not satisfied by your own warm hole, he was using Gojo’s mouth as a fucktoy. Clearly he’d never heard of a refractory period. 

Gojo braced his hands against the prince’s thighs, taking him even deeper down his throat, his teeth brushing the shaft lightly until Geto was crying out loudly, the party-goers be damned. Hot white seed shot out to fill Gojo’s mouth to the brim until it was leaking out, down his chin and onto his clothed chest. You couldn’t believe that Geto had anymore cum to give after breeding so much into you, But he pumped more and more into his best friend and Gojo struggled to swallow it all down, gurgling with each ruthless thrust into his throat. 

Once Geto had returned down to earth, he slid himself out of Gojo’s panting mouth and patted his cum soaked face patronizingly. He left the disheveled man kneeling on the floor alone in the hallway. You watched his profile as he caught his breath and wiped the stickiness off his face as best he could with his sleeve. He rose after a few moments, and turned in your direction. Your heart hammered in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to be caught by Gojo, especially after what you just witnessed him do with his mouth. You rushed back the way you came as silently and swiftly as your wobbly legs would allow and didn’t look back.

***

The next morning, you did your best to avoid both Geto and Gojo. You didn’t trust yourself to act normally after everything that happened the night before. 

You wandered down the less trafficked halls and hid out in places they would never be. The greenhouse, the women’s room, the library. You found a lazy patch of sunshine filtering in through a great stained glass window between the rows of shelves deep in the library. It was the perfect place to spend the day without fear of interruption. You tucked yourself into the reading nook with a stack of books and tried not to let your mind wander to the two men. 

“Have you seen a copy of The History of the Empire?” A voice broke your intense concentration and you snapped your head up to see Gojo, ringed by the golden light from the window, gazing up and down the length of shelves. “I’ve been looking for it everywhere.” Damn his hide. You should have known there would be no place in the palace where he wouldn’t be able to track you down.

“You’re in the poetry section.” You narrowed your eyes at him, not buying into his bullshit one bit. 

“Ahhh. Explains why I can’t find it.” He smiled brightly, eating up your suspicion like it was his favorite pastime. 

“I wasn’t aware you could read.” Your sour mood only fueled his playful one more.

“Oh, it’s not for me. It’s for Sugu.” Sugu. There he went with that affectionate nickname again. You couldn’t help but think about their lewd rendezvous in the hallway, out in the open for anyone to stumble upon. 

 “Have you been seducing the prince this whole time?” You blurted out rashly before you could think better of it.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me Gojo. I saw the two of you last night…in the hall.” His eyes widened in shock.

“You were spying on us? What a naughty girl. What exactly did you see?” 

“I-I…I guess I’m not sure.” Noble ladies were often sheltered and you were no different. You had no words for what you saw.

“Describe it to me.” His voice was husky as he drew uncomfortably near you. 

“Stop teasing me.” You pushed him away angrily.

“I’m not teasing. Describe it to me.” He insisted, fingers bruising into the boning of your corset, tongue lashing out to lick at his lips hungrily. 

“You w-were down on your knees. And Geto was…exposed.” Your body was alight with embarrassment, having to talk about such dirty deeds while in such close proximity to the mouth that performed them. 

“What was exposed?” 

“His manhood.” You squeaked out.

“You mean his cock. Then what?” He urged you to continue while his hands roamed up the lacing of your corset. 

“You-you put your mouth on him.” You tried to make it sound like an accusation, but your words came out too whiny. You were trapped on all sides, between the bookshelves, the window, and now Gojo’s looming body.  You were letting him tease you again. You’d almost made it too easy for him. “You seduced him.” Was all you could say, again, your lip trembling in frustration. He chuckled at you, but it wasn’t the obnoxious sound you were used to. It was almost giddy sounding, like he was glad he’d been caught by you. 

“To be perfectly honest, I don’t have any real interest in Suguru. The only reason I sucked him off was because I knew he’d just been buried in you.”

“Excuse me?” You blinked at him dumbfoundedly. 

“You heard me. I wanted to taste you, and I figured that might be my only chance.” There wasn’t an ounce of shame in him. 

“Me? Why?” 

“You really are dense.” He shook his head. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I always did my damndest to keep you away from Suguru, to mock you in front of him?”

“Of course I did. I figured you wanted to keep him all to yourself.”

“No, you little dummy.” He flicked your forehead. “I thought that he would eventually drop you if I could convince him you were nothing but a silly brat.” 

“You’ve always been mean, but I didn’t realize that you were so cruel.” Tears pricked at your eyes and your throat tightened sorely. 

“Oh, pretty girl, I didn’t do it to be cruel.” He cooed down at you, though he never abandoned his teasing tone. “I did it because I wanted you for myself.”

“What?”  

“Before your engagement to Sugu was decided, your best marriage prospect was me.  Our fathers had an agreement that promised you to me before you were even born. But the first time Suguru saw you, he wanted you. And the prince gets what he wants.”

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Then I guess I’ll have to do my best to convince you some other way.” He said before he pressed his lips to yours. It was a heated kiss, and your first. Suguru hadn’t bothered. You grew dizzy, not trusting yourself to breathe for fear of shattering the moment. You never could have imagined enjoying a kiss from Gojo, but he was delicious. His lips were soft but purposeful, as they parted yours, his tongue turning you into something delirious that wanted more. So much more. Without telling them to, your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him down on top of you as you fell back onto the cushioned bench. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to cave so willingly.” 

“Shut up.” You said harshly before bringing his face back down to yours. You kissed him until your mind was fuzzy around the edges and your lips were chapped. He straddled you, your skirts riding up as your bodies writhed together. He took advantage, pawing them up and out of his way. 

There you were, spread out for the second time in less than 24 hours, under a different man. The man you’d loathed for over a decade. The one who you were so sure would ruin your engagement. And he probably still would, but this time you didn’t care. 

He pecked your lips once more before lowering himself down past your hips, his breath hot over the silkiness of your underthings. He pushed your panties to the side, revealing your feverishly throbbing cunt dripping in anticipation.

“What are you doing?!” You panicked as he descended on you with his mouth. 

“I’m going to make you feel good.” He said confused. “Wait a second…Suguru didn’t do this with you?” You shook your head frantically. “Selfish prick.” He muttered under his breath before diving back between your legs. Your whole body jolted as his tongue traveled up your slit to find a sensitive patch near the apex. 

“Oh!” You cried out into the hushed library as Gojo put his mouth to work, the golden light from the window limning his delicate lashes as they fluttered in satisfaction.

“As much as I enjoyed tasting you on Sugu’s cock, doesn’t compare to the real thing.” He groaned, tongue slippery on your folds as he coaxed you toward your pleasure. He lapped at you with enthusiasm, his eyes bright as he watched you squirm, not away, but toward his face. “There’s a good girl. Just let me love you.” And it was like all the feelings he’d been holding back for years came flooding out as he worshiped you, lavished your sensitive spot until your legs were shaking around his head. You announced your orgasm with a series of loud choking gasps, the quiet around you swallowed them. You hoped to god that the two of you were alone, but not enough to stop him from sucking you to your peak of ecstasy where stars bloomed across your vision and tremors wracked your entire body. A glossy stream of your release bathed Gojo’s face in a sticky mess, and he moaned out his appreciation, drinking you in like you were honey.  

“Damn, I’m good.” He grinned, beyond proud of himself as he propped himself up on his elbows. 

“Stop talking and take off your pants.” You demanded, not certain where you found your confidence. You rose to your knees and shucked off your panties while Gojo obediently removed all of his clothing. 

Gojo unveiled his massive length to you. The head pulsed rhythmically in time with his racing heartbeat. 

“Like what you see?” He smirked lazily. “I am a little bit bigger than Suguru, you know.” You didn’t want to feed his ego, but you couldn’t help but marvel at the naked sight of him- All toned muscle and long limbs under perfect unblemished skin.  

He spit a long stream down onto his member, and pumped it over himself filthily. Not that he would need the extra wetness, your gushing pussy had that covered. 

He lined up his aching cock at your plushness and groaned as your warmth enveloped him welcomely. He pushed in all the way until he was out of room, bumping your cervix. You cried out in surprise and he shushed you softly. “Sorry, pretty girl. Told you I was big.” 

“Keep going.” You ignored the pain, waiting for the pleasure you knew would soon follow. He rolled his hips into you, slowly at first, experimentally feeling you clench around him before he found a tempo that had you arching up into him. The veins of his shaft skimmed your insides, making them ripple with a delectable sensation. 

“Feels good?” He huffed.

“Y-yes…yes!” That was all the encouragement he needed to lose himself in the feeling of you. He rutted up into you like an animal, the friction of his dick on your messy walls was more than either of you could bear for long without shattering or exploding or simply winking out of existence. All you could do was chase down your high and hope that it wasn’t the last time the two of you would feel that way together.  

Before long, he pumped his creamy cum deep into your womb, so pussy-drunk that he couldn’t be bothered by the consequences. You shuddered around him, your ruined hole milking him gratefully as you came a second time. Your breaths mingled as the two of your rode out your pleasure together during the last fucked-out tender thrusts.  

You were boneless and heavy, more so with Gojo’s body pressed on top of yours. Sleep threatened to take you after being so thoroughly built up and destroyed by Gojo’s revelations, emotional and physical. But before you could drift off, Gojo’s voice brought you back down to reality. 

“So, (Y/N).” He said in his most mischievous voice, lifting his forehead from yours. “Care to tell his highness which one of us is better at fucking you?” He shifted from his position on top of you, revealing your unhappy looking fiance leaning against the bookshelves nearest you with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Well, let’s hear it.” Geto agreed dangerously. You gulped audibly, fumbling for any answer that could save you from the prince’s wrath. 

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

reading update: January 2024

as long as I'm talking about The Gargoyle's Captive, let's discuss what else I've been reading this month.

Maeve Fly (CJ Leede, 2023) - I really liked this slender debut novel, which follows the titular Maeve Fly as she prowls LA like a homicidal alien, playing an unnamed ice princess in a certain theme park by day and indulging her murderous tendencies by night. Maeve is in a downward spiral; she's 27 years old and is preparing to lose her grandmother to illness and her only friend to a blossoming acting career. she sees no future for herself beyond losing the only two people she cares about and has no further goals, contenting herself with alcohol and porn while she rereads the same books, rewatches the same videos, and listens over and over to her playlist of Halloween music. Maeve is, it must be said, an abysmal loser, and I like her terrible melodrama a lot. I do think some of the hype is perhaps overstating the feminist credentials of this book; it sort of reminds me of when a college friend told me their favorite feminist movie was Suicide Squad (2016) because Harley Quinn was in it. Maeve talks a lot of big game about how women are always expected to have some tragedy to be deranged serial killers, while men are allowed to just do it, but it hit me as a little tryhard. there are a lot of books trying to be "the female American Psycho" right now - Eliza Clark's 2020 novel Boy Parts is frequently described as such - but it feels a bit too on the nose when Maeve's ultimate climactic rampage is directly inspired by a glimpse of the American Psycho novel. it's not that deep, but it is a gross, captivating read told from a fascinatingly cracked POV. check out Maeve Fly.

Laziness Does Not Exist (Devon Price, 2021) - yeah Devon Price is still following me (though my days are numbered, I'm sure) so it's a massive relief to say that I did like this book. Price has sort of become my self-help ride or die, mainly because a.) he's so much more self-aware than the average self-help writer that it feels kind of insulting to call him one and b.) he's actually dealing with topics that are relevant or interesting and providing actionable advice. while LDNE didn't engross me quite as hard as Unmasking Autism (while I am, famously, not autistic, I do believe in their beliefs, by which I mean I'm the token allistic among my close friends and I vastly prefer autistic company) it hit me hard in several unexpected pressure points. I'll happily admit that I can't relate to Price's interviewees who willingly work 50+ hours a week for jobs that hate them and are destroying their minds and bodies, but I still struggle to escape the perpetual sensation that a moment at rest is a moment wasted. It probably didn't help that I was reading this book while on vacation at my mother's, where I visited the beach almost daily and was so work-averse that we didn't even bother going grocery shopping because I didn't want to cook. and yet, despite getting dummy chill in some aspects of my life, I am still constantly possessed by a malevolent ghost insisting that I'm wasting my time and have never actually done Enough. maybe Price's next book, Unlearning Shame, will finally fix me; it's out in four days and god knows I'll be getting my hands on it as soon as humanly possible.

Patternmaster (Octavia E. Butler, 1976) - y'all know I love a messy political fantasy, and this is just... god, the absolute messiest. I thought Mind of My Mind was bad, but it turns out Mary's descendants are going to full-on reinvent feudalism with psychic powers, treating non-psychics as chattel and causing technological advancement to regress since they refuse to handle their problems with anything but psychic powers. and it's even got two brothers duking it out for the throne that will give them power over every bitchy psychic on earth! you love to see it. if I can be 100% honest I do think it's straight up bananagrams that this was the first book released in the series even though it's chronologically last; I genuinely cannot imagine caring enough to figure out what the fuck these people were talking about if I didn't have the previous four books for context. and even "context" may be generous; Octavia still has absolutely 0 interest in explaining what's up with the fucking outer space werewolves who are the psychics' #1 enemy. if I could have brunch with any person living or dead I would summon Butler up in a heartbeat to explain what the fuck her thought process was in plotting out this series over some mimosas, and I would take extensive notes on every word she said. an absolute genius and the uncontested queen of freak shit forever.

Thirsty Mermaids (Kat Leyh, 2021) - I purchased this graphic novel in November 2023 at a conference where I bumped into Queer Comics Peddler, my very favorite queer midwestern pop-up. running into them is always a delight, and this time I came with a question: could they give me a recommendation? the very nice people working offered up Thirsty Mermaids, which was the PERFECT companion for a long airplane ride. it's cute without being overly sappy, and avoids the trap of sacrificing a plot for the sake of checking off as many representation boxes as possible. the story is simple: three mermaids use a spell to turn into humans and go ashore in search of booze, only to realize in the morning that they don't know how to turn back. taken in by a generous bartender, they're faced with the reality of having to make money for the first time in their lives. hijinks ensue, but also a very sweet and warmhearted story about the friends looking out for one another as they try to figure out exactly where they belong and what home even means. also the artwork is GORGEOUS, with the mermaids' extremely memorable character designs being a real standout. if you're a graphic novel enthusiast, definitely check this out 🧜‍♀️

Sugar, Baby (Celine Saintclare, 2023) - Sugar, Baby came to me in a very similar way as Thirsty Mermaids: while visiting a witchy little bookstore that I was immediately charmed by, I asked the cashier what they would recommend. they offered up Maeve Fly (fab) and this novel, a stack of which was on the counter advertising an upcoming event with the author. neither have disappointed, so shout out to that one employee with the great taste! Sugar, Baby sees a young cleaner named Agnes, one of the only biracial women in her unnamed English town, befriending the daughter of a wealthy client and getting whisked away to her new friend's London lifestyle: crashing in an apartment with fellow models, staying out all night to party, and making money by going on dates with extravagantly wealthy older men. Agnes starts out having a swell time, but the cracks pretty swiftly start to form as she realizes how much more dependent she is on these men than her wealthy new friends and she begins to wonder exactly how much she's willing to diminish herself to get the bag. it's not a perfect first novel but it is a compelling one, a perfect airplane page-turner that crashes from glitzy to ghoulish and back with breakneck speed.

The Gargoyle's Captive (Katee Robert, 2023) - my full review is over on patreon for my darling supporters who want me dead (and picked this book in the first place, damn them to hell), but suffice to say this is a fun book to read if you like the sensation of your brain melting out of your nose, if you're really turned on by baby's first bdsm, you are not particularly concerned with trifling matters like "plot coherence" or "character motivation" or "writing that is complex and artful," and/or you've ever wanted to have sex with a dude whose penis is so big that you feel genuinely fear. also, hey, I forgot to include this in my patreon write-up so fuck it: Robert REFUSES to tell us what kind of food the protagonists are eating, ever. whenever they have a meal it's just "the food was placed on the table" "I took a bite" etc. drop me a HINT, man, come on! is it a protein? grain? starches? the only thing I know for sure that they're consuming is wine and a single marshmallow, and god does it show. it's just a very weird and distracting omission and it's absolutely not the worst thing about this book but it is a hill I'm willing to die complaining on.

[whoficky]

Until Morning

Rating: T

Pairing: 10th Doctor X Rose Tyler

Work Summary: As a weary Doctor, Martha Jones and Jack Harkness prepare to take on the Master, they find their hideout isn't as secure as they thought.

In a burst of blue light, a dimension hopping Rose Tyler finally finds the Doctor, but time is still not on their side.

What if you only had one night to spend with the love of your life?

Chapter summary: Rose and Martha have a chat and they all enjoy a hot meal.

Chapter 4

“I got Chinese,” Martha said as the Doctor and Rose approached, “It was the closest place.  And I used cash, so he can’t trace us.”

“Brilliant,” the Doctor beamed, showing almost no trace of the emotion from minutes before.  Rose wished for his composure and tried to surreptitiously wipe the moisture from her eyes.  

“Sounds lovely,” she said when she could trust her voice.  

Despite everything, her mouth did water at the savory smells coming from the takeaway boxes.  It had been…God, who knew how long since she’d had a hot meal.  Four or five days at least.  She had grown accustomed to living on protein bars and bad coffee.

“Here, let me help,” she offered Martha, reluctantly dropping the Doctor’s hand to sort through the large takeout order, “And Doctor, can you let Jack know dinner’s on?”

“Oi, and what am I, your errand boy?” he mocked great affront, clearly trying to pull a grin out of her.

She rolled her eyes at him but gave him that smile, “If you were, it’d make up for all those times I ended up disguised as the help or,” she shuddered theatrically, “the lunch lady.”

“You too then?” Martha asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh yeah all the time!” Rose lamented. 

“Is that your thing with all of us then, Doctor? Swoop in, promising adventures and excitement, and next thing you know, it’s months of being a servant in 1913 or working in a shop while you figure out how to get the TARDIS back!?” Martha stared him down with her hands on her hips.

“Right, I’ll get Jack,” the Doctor said, turning on his heel to fetch the Time Agent.

The two women laughed at his hasty retreat.    

Rose considered Martha thoughtfully.  She had been somewhat wary of her at first, worried things would be messy between them like it had been when she’d first met Sara Jane.  But Rose was older now, and Martha didn’t seem the sort to get catty.  She was happy they seemed to have skipped right to the part where they could laugh together.  At the Doctor’s expense, of course.  

When they finally caught their breath, Rose asked, “You said you’ve been traveling together for a year now?  I hope it wasn’t all drudgery.”

“Oh no, it’s been brilliant, really,” Martha assured her, “Present predicament notwithstanding.”

“Yeah, it seems like I popped in during the middle of one hell of a crisis,” Rose sobered.

Martha was quiet for a second before she shared, “The Master…he’s got my family.”

“Oh God, I’m so sorry Martha,” Rose said, putting a hand on the other woman’s arm.  After a moment she added, “The Doctor’ll sort it, you know.  They’ll be ok.”

Martha studied her for a moment, “You have so much faith in him.”

“I do.”

Martha sighed, “Yeah, me too.  It’s just…it’s hard.”

Rose didn’t know what to say, so she just nodded.  She thought about the times her Mum had gotten wrapped up in some alien plot or other.  Rose had always been wracked with guild and worry.  If the Master was as bad as the Doctor said, well she didn’t blame Martha one bit for the catch in her voice.  Rose gave the other woman a moment as they finished arranging the takeout in silence.

“Anyway,” Martha said, seeming to want to change the subject from her own worries, “I’m glad you’re here.  This has been awful for the Doctor too.  I mean, of course it is.  Losing the TARDIS on top of everything - “

“What!?” Rose said in alarm.  She knew the Doctor didn’t have access to the time ship by the TARDIS’ conspicuous absence, but with what Martha said, the separation sounded more…permanent.  Visions of a despondent Doctor staring out the window of their cramped quarters on Krop Tor flashed through her mind.        

“Yeah, the Master took it,” Martha confirmed Rose’s worry, “We only got back here from the end of the universe with Jack’s vortex manipulator.”

“How dare he,” Rose growled and for a second her vision was tinged golden.  She was briefly filled with a protective rage that made her want to set out immediately to liberate the ship.  The mad Time Lord had no right to her!  

At Martha’s alarmed look, Rose took a breath and blinked the golden haze out of her eyes. 

“Blimey, Rose.  I wouldn’t want to get on your bad side,” Martha chuckled nervously.

“Sorry,” Rose said, “It’s just…It’s so wrong for the Doctor to be without the TARDIS.  They’re such a pair, you know?  And who knows what the Master’s doing to her.”

“Her?” Martha asked.

“Yeah, the TARDIS.  Didn’t the Doctor tell you? She’s sentient.” 

“Yeah, but I guess I didn’t really take him seriously.  I thought ‘Old Girl’ was just, I don’t know, like sailors naming their ships after women they fancied.”

Rose hummed, “I thought that too, at first…” her mind wandered to hazy memories of the Gamestation.

She snapped out of it when Martha spoke again.  “Well, like you said.  The Doctor’ll sort it,” now it was Martha’s turn to offer reassurance. 

 After glancing over Rose’s shoulder she added, “Here, grab a plate.  I don’t know about Jack, but the Doctor can be a right pig sometimes.  No idea how he stays so thin.  Better load up before they get here.”

Rose laughed and took the plate from Martha, happy to set aside her anxiety for the TARDIS…For the moment, at least.  She had so much to worry about, and she knew it could overwhelm her if she let it.  She’d rather focus on what was in front of her for the limited time she had left in her home universe.  

“I heard that,” the Doctor said, sliding up to Rose and wrapping an arm around her waist.  He kissed her temple and tried to wrestle the plate away from her.     

“Oi, get your own!” she laughed, elbowing him in the side. 

The Doctor mock pouted but accepted a different plate from Martha.  Jack snagged one too and they set about loading their paper plates with food.

The Doctor and she settled in on a single overturned crate and Jack and Martha each picked a seat of their own.  Rose hummed happily after taking her first bite of the sweet crispy chicken, “Oh, this is brilliant!” she sighed.

“It is really good,” Martha agreed, “I’ll have to remember this place if we ever get out of this mess.  I think it’s a chain? Wonder if they deliver to my flat...Or well, wherever I end up after all this.”

For a while they were silent as they ate.  It seemed Rose hadn’t been the only one who had skipped a few meals lately.  She leaned against the Doctor and occasionally stole a bite off of his plate like she used to when they’d traveled together.  As before, he didn’t even bat an eye.  

“Oh, I got farther into the Master’s database and sniffed around some news sites,” Jack said eventually.

“And?” the Doctor asked.

“Don’t know what he’s planning, but he’s called a massive press conference for tomorrow morning.  Supposed to be introducing an alien race to Earth or something.  The American President will be there, and boy is he pissed.  Probably thinks he should be the one in charge.”

“Typical,” Martha snorted.

“The Master’s meeting Airfare One at the airport at dawn.  Looks like his next move isn’t until then at the earliest.  So…we have some time.” 

 “How long until the cannon is charged?” the Doctor asked her softly.

Rose pulled it out of her pocket to check, “About four and a half, maybe five hours.”

“That’s how long we have then,” the Doctor said resting his hand on her knee.  She looked up to meet his eyes. 

“Until morning,” she said.

“Until morning,” he agreed.

It wasn’t nearly enough time.    

[falling-violet-petals]

About the Left hand of darkness and the choice to have the characters decide not to have sex:

I was watching Jessie Gender's video comparing the videogame starfield and Le Guin's the left hand of darkness and it was so so good you should watch it but she also said something that I have a different opinion on and I kept thinking about it so let me just rant about it for a minute. There's a moment in the video (around the minute 1:37:00) where Jessie points out that there is a moment in the novel when the main characters decide not to have sex despite their love and attraction to each other and she says that it is because of Le Guin's homophobia (and the homophobia of the 60s) that she wasn't able to consider sex between 2 masculine characters as an option. While I agree that homophobia played a part in that choice I think it was in a different way.

For reference this is the moment in the novel that I'm referring to:

For it seemed to me, and I think to him, that it was from that sexual tension between us, admitted now and understood but not assuaged, that the great and sudden assurance of friendship between us rose: a friendship so much needed by us both in our exile, and already so well proved in the days and nights of our better journey, that it might as well be called, now as later, love. But it was from the difference between us, not from the affinities and likenesses, but from the difference, that that love came: and it was itself the bridge, the only bridge, across what divided us. For us to meet sexually would be for us to meet once more as aliens. We had touched, in the only way we could touch. We left it at that. I do not know if we were right.

This moment happens right after Genly Ai first recognizes Estraven as being both a man and a woman, and that recognition is what allows him to truly see Estraven for what he is for the first time. The way I see it, I think that's crucial in order to understand their choice. They are able to form a love for each other from understanding that Genly is a man from Earth and Estraven is both a man and a woman and neither at the same time from Gethen. Understanding that there is a cultural difference between them allows them to see each other because before then Genly had been seeing Estraven through his own binary worldview, knowing their difference is itself the bridge between that difference and pretending that they were the same was what drove them apart. This is where I think homophobia does influence their choice. Genly (and Le Guin) were operating from a worldview where man and woman are two categories at odds with each other and the only place where they meet is through sex. Genly's conception of the world is a binary heterosexual one. When he says that to meet sexually for them would be to meet as aliens it is for two reasons: first because in the act of sex he would be meeting Estraven in what would be the "role" of a woman (specially since they mention that in kemmer Estraven had taken a female role), and meeting as a man and a woman would make them alien since Genly sees man and woman as opposites and explicitly says that he feels more similar to the Gethenians who are at least partially male than to the women of his own planet, and second because in seeing Estraven as a woman during sex he would be once again seeing him through his own worldview instead of understanding his culture, so the love born from their understanding would end and they would be meeting as 2 aliens front 2 different planets unable to see one another. Again, this is really due to Genly's homophobia but I don't think it is as simple as just not wanting 2 male characters (with Estraven being partially/temporally male) to have sex or thinking that Genly wouldn't want to have sex with Estraven now that he finally sees him as both genders. I think Le Guin and Genly's homophobia is more so reflected in the fact that they can't envision sex as something that can happen outside of gender roles.

[tsunflowers]

I would love to take a class where the textbook is "the future is female: 25 classic science fiction stories by women, from pulp pioneers to ursula k le guin" edited by lisa yaszek, and you just read a story every week and discuss it. they're arranged in chronological order from 1928 to 1969 and are obviously picked not only to demonstrate each author's style but to reflect social attitudes of the era. there would really be a lot to talk about in an academic setting. but even if I can't teach that class I recommend giving it a read if you're interested in old scifi. these were the standout stories to me but you may have different faves when you read it

"the black god's kiss" cl moore, 1934. a female knight travels through a portal to a land she considers to be hell in order to find a weapon capable of defeating the man who conquered her. this is the one I posted saying "it's just like the alien from alien." the imagery is so vivid and engrossing that i can't believe it was written 90 years ago

"all the colors of the rainbow" leigh brackett, 1957. an alien husband and wife on a diplomatic mission to earth find that sundown towns don't appreciate aliens much either. liberal use of the n word in this one bc the characters are extremely racist but I found it to be a very unique example of sf/fantasy discrimination metaphors. I'd love to discuss this one in a class bc I kind of feel like it's not a white woman's story to write but I also don't think a black woman would have gotten it published in 1957? definitely an interesting one

"pelt" carol emshwiller, 1958. a hunting dog brought by her master to an alien planet to hunt exotic furs finds that the native species can communicate with her but not her master and becomes torn. since you're in the dog's point of view you never get the full picture of what happens but it's very melancholy

"car pool" rosel george brown, 1959. it's truly just like an episode of a sitcom where a group of women who run a hovercarpool for their kids let a three armed alien kid in and things go awry. the standout is the relationship between the protagonist and a rival mom who she envies bc the rival mom can pull off wearing a real boudoir slip

"another rib" john jay wells & marion zimmer bradley, 1963. stranded male exocolonists accept an experimental procedure from an alien friend that will allow them to give birth and further the human race despite their captain's intense homophobia and transphobia. interesting in its portrayal of gender and srs bc the alien brings up the fact that humans have already accomplished gender-affirming surgeries but there's also never any implication that the men will become women. they just become men capable of giving birth. however I learned from this anthology that ms bradley enabled child sexual abuse so fuck her

"when I was miss dow" sonya dorman, 1966. a shapeshifting alien from a masculine mono-gender race is made to take the form of a human woman to learn more about human settlers and resents it at first but is fundamentally changed by the experience. made me want to cry a little

"nine lives" ursula k le guin, 1969. two guys who are getting sick and tired of each other after a long mining expedition on a faraway planet are joined by ten sexy and beautiful 20somethings who are all clones of the same guy. the clones can act in unison but also keep each other company. this could be the future of the human race... or not

[minu-moni]

Both Kankri and Porrim are correct about gender roles in Alternian and Beforan society, but not on the way they probably think.

Easiest to address, let’s start with Porrim: she is indeed correct when she claims that women are oppressed in a way in Alternian and Beforan society. For example: Karkat calling the stuff Tavros likes “games for girls” on a derogatory way, Kankri being misogynistic to women, Doc Scratch being the real one in control of Alternia (him having an influence over HIC) etc.

Those are things that we actively see happen in Homestuck’s canon, they’re undeniable. We can’t turn a blind eye and pretend this isn’t a thing that happened. It literally is, just read the comic.

Meanwhile, Kankri is also right in that it doesn’t make sense for things to be like this. Alternian and Beforan society have no reason to have evolved in this way, considering male and female trolls serve the same purpose socially. So much so that, in canon, we don’t know what the difference between male and female trolls. Sure, female trolls have boobs but it’s never stated that trolls are mammals, while it was shown to us that they are born and grow up like insects, to the extent most people in fandom compare them to bees (they call their houses “hives”, there are drones that serve a reproductive role in their society, the Mothergrub functions similarly to a Queen bee, etc).

There was a point in fandom where people were theorizing that female trolls were actually biologically stronger than male trolls, specifically because Karkat calls LARP a “game for girls”, and we all know how deadly that game is. Also the fact that jadebloods are mostly females and are sent to take care of the caverns, which in practice means “your duty is killing unfit grubs”. Pretty brutal and nothing like human maternality (if you can even call what jadebloods do maternal)

So what’s the real issue? Why is their society like this? Well, I can’t say I know the truth, but I have an idea and it’s pretty simple:

Hussie did not plan troll society from the beginning and/or doesn’t know how to handle gender on a society where gender doesn’t play a big role.

By all means, troll society has no reason to be gendered the way it is. Female and male trolls serve the same purpose, only varying due to their blood, not their gender, and we don’t know anything about their history or worldbuilding to make a fair assumption that isn’t straight up made up.

It’s not really a perspective issue, but a writing issue. Hussie probably didn’t plan troll society all that much besides what little we see, and they sure as hell didn’t plan from the beginning to make 12 more trolls that were caricatures of tumblr users.

There’s multiple moments where characters are misogynistic for no reason and a few hundred pages later we learn that trolls care so little about gender that they don’t even have a concept of gay relationships, despite there not being gender prejudice in that regard. Meanwhile, at the same time, we have Feferi assuming Eridan was interested in a girl first and then later she suggested a boy and showed much more shock and intrigue on that possibility. It just doesn’t track!

For people who didn’t get the reasoning when people point out that Alternian and Beforan society have gender issues because of the way their biology works, now you have an explanation: poorly throughout worldbuilding, for which I can’t really fault Hussie for considering how insignificant it is on the long run.

So, how would a better gendered alien society with no gender influence look like worldbuilding wise? Well, I can’t really tell you a definitive answer since everyone is free to make their own version of it with a variety of possibilities. There isn’t a right or wrong to this question.

Now, if you would ask me how I’d write it, I’d tell you: I’d write it like Invader Zim’s Irken society.

On Irk, male and female irkens serve the same purpose regardless of gender. They all reproduce asexually (through means of the machine fuckery we see in flashbacks), serve the same roles, and societal positions are determined by another factor: height. Sound familiar?

It’s possible to explore gender oppression in a society like this regardless if the writer wants to, but it’s not a must. There’s plenty of space to write whatever variety of worldbuilding you want, and I think that’s pretty great!

Gender issues is a thing in Alternian and Beforan society as we see in canon, that’s undeniable, but now you know why it’s so weird that it’s a thing in a society where gender shouldn’t matter: poorly though-out worldbuilding.

[vendisa]

This is a continuation of my previous post. Most likely it will be short (no, it's not), so let's talk not only about Eddie, but also about the fans.

I apologize for my mistakes, I use Google translator because I don't know English well.

This is Part 2.

The first thing I want to write about is that Symbrock are not gay.

I wrote about the orientation and gender of the symbiote earlier (+ I’ll add a little), but I repeat that he is literally an agender, asexual (no biological sex), asexually reproducing alien. Yes, the symbiote can feel arousal, but only its host, its own most likely only as a psychological/emotional need. Yes, the symbiote takes on the gender of the host. And yes, it can be addressed as he/him, but that’s only because most of its hosts were men, there were also the pronouns we, they (used mainly when he was together with the host, but also spoke about himself) and this. The pronoun he is used mainly to humanize the symbiote; he is not a thing to call him “it”, but it's still appropriate because he's an alien. Moreover, I wouldn’t say that he cares at all about pronouns, gender, sexuality and other human bullshit.

And now about Eddie. He's not gay. He had an ex-wife whom he loved and with whom he fathered a child, Dylan. At least that makes him not gay. He is (was or is) in love with an alien symbiote that has no gender. In the comics, he also fell in love with women more than once, such as Beck Underwood or Liz Allan. If we draw a conclusion from all this: firstly, he is not 100% hetero because of the symbiote; secondly, he is not gay because he was not in love with men; thirdly, he is not bisexual for the same reason; fourthly, we will never know his orientation until the creators of the Venom comics talk about it, the only thing we know is that he fell in love with women and the symbiote. The maximum that I can do now is to throw out my headcanons and speculations based on the comics I have read.

I believe that Eddie is still hetero (not 100%, and maybe he's bi, I'm not sure), but with xenophilia, exophilia, paraphilia and autassassinophilia tendencies (Hi, Marvel Comics Presents #5). Perhaps he has demisexual and/or demiromantic tendencies, I think so mainly because of Venom: The Hunger, here is an example of the phrases “We share everything. Thoughts. Feelings. A purpose. It's not human, but it's given me things no girlfriend ever could. I used to live for words. But the Other's shown me how small and useless they really are. We talk to each other with moods and pictures, memories and heartbeats. Some things are the same in any language. Like the one thing I thought I’d never hear.” Demi needs to feel a strong emotional connection, trust and intimacy to fall in love and/or be sexually attracted. That's it.

Let's discuss symbrock and fans:

Symbrock is literally non-binary couple (alien + human).

I like it when people call them gay as a joke because it's funny. You are also entitled to headcanons just like any other fan. But please don't present your headcanons as reality, because that's just disrespectful to the canon and the authors.

BUT, even despite what I described earlier, they can be called gay. And this is not a contradiction.

Not only do gays refer to men who have sex with each other and who love men, gay also refers to LGBTQ+ people in a general sense, as a generalization. So yes, calling them gay is appropriate depending on the meaning you intend, it’s your choice. Personally, I prefer to call them specifically non-binary couple, so that there is no confusion with the designation of the word gay.

I love symbrock fans, I really do, because I'm a fan of the pair myself. But I really have questions when I see contradictions with the canon. I understand that people have their own headcanons and that's okay, I have them too, but I can't understand why you need to be considered canon.

Moreover, I am annoyed not only by fans who present headcanons as cacoons without understanding the history and real facts, I am also annoyed by “fans” who deny that symbrock is an official couple. Guys, get over it, you can’t change the canon. Venom has been gay since the 90s, just deal with it.

[decepti-thots]

What was Costa’s whole deal anyway?

OK, I can actually probably give a decent bit of context for this as someone who got into TF around the time he took over and as someone moderately familiar with him outside TF. Let me really overexplain this, actually, why not.

The short(er) version is: Costa was a working comics writer who seemingly took the TF gig despite not having any specific interest in TF because being a working comics writer who turns down an ongoing gig would be insane, and he was then taken aback at how seriously people in the fandom took what anyone from the outside would assume was a bog standard no-prestige Licensed Comic TM. When I say "working comics writer", I'm using that in the way people say like, "working musician"; a guy who is not unknown necessarily but whose full time job means taking regular gigs to pay the bills regardless of if they're your Passion Project TM, because almost noone in comics is actually a "big name" who can choose to do otherwise. Many such folks in comics, an industry that is very difficult to make a full time living in if you don't take any and all work that comes your way. You get offered a moderately stable ongoing gig on a licensed comic based on a toy advert you don't care about? You take it because you want a damn reliable paycheck for the next two years, obviously. This went badly because TF fandom has a very vocal and passionate fanbase, actually. Go figure.

Longer version: what he has admitted he did not realise at the time is that TF had like, a genuine dedicated fanbase who really cared. Not necessarily about quality, per se- I cannot say that any hardcore IDW reader in 2010 was discerning on that basis- but about continuity and a sense of investment in the property and characters and universe, for sure. TF fandom tends to catch folks off guard in this respect! I mean, think about it from an outside perspective: it's a fucking toy advert tie in. Are you expecting critical scrutiny of any kind with that? Especially in like, again, 2010?

Costa gave a pretty infamous and hilarious interview toward the very end of his run where he basically explained that he couldn't get on with TF because he couldn't find an "in" to care about a bunch of alien robot characters divorced from human concerns. (Sidenote. Notably, TFwiki has a whole thing where it lists off all the things he claimed Cybertronians couldn't care about because they were robots with links to pages showing all the things are, in fact, canon. Like when he said. Uh. OK, let me get the whole awful quote, emphasis mine: "They don't have all of the basic things that humans have that motivate them and give them motivation for drama for a story. They don't really get hungry, they don't get tired, they don't have women or relationships like that [which] they value because they don’t have females that they can love; maybe brotherly love, but how — they don’t have parents? They don't have religion or spirituality... you have to manufacture [these things] and that makes it very incoherent." YEAHHHHHH.)

The thing is, I am inclined to give him... some slack. Some. In the sense that it's hard to come into something as objectively silly and weird as TF without any pre-existing investment and immediately make sense of it in any way beyond "god who cares, it's a toy ad and my paycheck", and it's hard to blame a comics writer for not turning a gig down regardless of that disinterest, especially with where TF was realistically at as a comics "brand" at the time. And especially because it's important to remember, in 2009 or whatever, IDW's Transformers comics were NOT highly regarded. I bounced off IDW haaaard at this point because All Hail Megatron, which preceded his run, sucked. Before that had been Furman's era. Like. The guy had not come into a prestigious era of TF comics as good in themselves, like that happened after phase two got it some mainstream comic appreciation for being Just Basically Good; but he had no idea that despite that, he was stepping into a property the fanbase would still have strong opinions about regardless of how much it was written off by the broader comics community. The comics are very bad! But you can kind of see how it might happen without necessarily stemming from Costa just being an "objectively" bad writer, necessarily.

However, Costa's work has some stuff going on that is bad regardless of all that in ways a lotttt less excused by some contextualization. It probably doesn't get brought up enough: it's pretty racist at points! Has some attempts at progressive political commentary (badly) (it's bad), but it's mixed in with bizarre stuff about China and North Korea that lands well in OH NO territory, frankly. Like. OHHH NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING. It's also uhhhh casually misogynistic a lot! (See bolded above.) There's definitely bad stuff that goes beyond "oh god I have to write a Transformers comic and I don't care about these silly robots" shit, y'know. I think that is important to point out. So. It's not all "let's be fair" here, lmao.

But like. In terms of 'why are these comics Like This' regarding the stuff TF fans usually cite as what makes his run so bad as fans: this is why Spike is constantly pushed as a main character, and why the Cybertronian characters don't sound like Real People, and why the continuity makes no sense and he tries to rewrite established characters into his OCs. He was basically trying to make it something he cared enough about to write. And honestly, like. It sucks! But it's not like I don't get it somewhat in the context of where IDW was at at the time, because he didn't have very good material to build off. AHM sucked. Furman's prior work varied from 'middling at best' to 'heinous'. Behind the scenes drama had fucked over stuff by all accounts. They hired a guy they knew didn't care about Transformers! ...but the misogyny and xenophobia really Fucking Sucked regardless, and I am less willing to be kind about that, lmao.

A final point: after this, Costa went on to write some infamously bonkers (positive, this time) Venom stuff for Marvel that completely contradicts all the shit about how "alien robots are Too Inhuman because they don't have Heterosexual Nuclear Families, how could I ever care" he spouted above. He wrote a Venom run so unabashedly invested in the weird alien character as an actual person! It's got Bizarre Alien Homoeroticism! This is why I think that if Costa ever wanted to give TF another go, I will give him one (1) chance to redeem himself tbh. The man had some kind of enlightening experience between then and now. I want to see what he has learned. For a start he would probably now just make it gay in a very strange way and I would read that, probably. (Seriously, reading his Venom stuff is like, this is the same guy...????)

[wannaliveattheholidayinn]

alright uh,,, lab rats elite force headcanons in 2023? ... you bet jesus fucking christ

(before i continue, i should just say, a lot of these are very surface level, it's been years since i've seen a single episode of lref, lab rats, or mighty med, and though i've been wanting to rewrite lref since 2016 (i mean jeez, how much i want to rewrite it is in my gd ao3 profile), i've almost certainly forgot important and not so important beats of the story, so i apologize in advance, ty)

okay, number one, starting off very strong, they are all el gee bee tee

chase is gay. and probably trans, but idk. anyways, this feels obvious lol. he/they pronouns bree is a trans lesbian ✌️ she transitioned when she was younger and either genuinely thought she was bisexual until she realized she just wasn't into men OR had some serious comphet, likely enforced by the fact most portrayals that she saw of trans women were still attracted to men so... yeah. either way, she realized she's a lesbian before the show starts. she/her pronouns oliver is bisexual and nonbinary <3 he/him pronouns, but he's definitely warming up to using they/them too kaz is trans and bisexual. completely gone for chase, def had a thing for oliver during mighty med, probably had a brief thing for bree before realizing she's a lesbian, and has never had a thing for skylar, but he would marry her for the joke. he/him pronouns skylar is demiromantic, demisexual, bisexual, and nonbinary. i have very strong feelings on all of these and will not elaborate. she/they pronouns

kaz and chase have a very obvious thing for each other. everyone knows but them type beat. except they do know. they're just too big of idiots to actually do anything about it

bree pretty much swore off relationships after everything that happened at bionic island

bree and skylar have hooked up despite this

oliver and skylar do enter a relationship at a point (later in the series/timeline), but are very quiet about. no one except kaz has caught on yet. kaz simply knows them too well and figured it out like the day after they officially got together

definitely a bit of a sub-point to the last hc, but oliver is not creepy! he does not harass the girl he likes, is not stalkerish towards her! they simply acknowledge he has feelings for her and don't let it interfere with their friendship. when she gets together with him, it's bc she genuinely likes him and wants to be in a relationship with him !!

(i'm very sorry for that whole spiel on skoliver, but they are the first real couple i shipped in anything except for maybe like,,, phinabella, so i am attached to them and because i can shape canon how i want to, i will put them in a happy, healthy, quiet relationship :))

on a similar note, that i'm pretty sure was established in the last point, but i want to drive the point home, oliver is closer to what he was in mighty med then in lref. he has a feelings journal :) he's just a silly guy who's completely gone for a pretty girl person alien :) who can't relate to that?

they all have trauma :) every single one of them :)

bree and chase have pretty much accepted that no matter how close they get to the trio, they'll really never have any sort of relationship like the three have with each other, and they've sort of figured that may be a good thing

(if the last point's unclear, i can elaborate later, but it's late when i'm writing this so,,, yea)

bree and skylar swear like sailors

oliver's mom is the one who destroyed mighty med bc it makes no gd sense to me that she didn't

kaz and chase plan out and choreograph having huge fights in the shared spaces (i.e. kitchen, living room, mission command) and the other three are getting sick of it

yes, one of the sessions where they plan out their Biggest Fight Yet, is when they get together

this is kinda a given, but kaz, oliver, and skylar all drop out

they get GEDs

bree likes to experiment with skylar's hair

bree gave skylar a wolf cut

and then dyed about 50% of their hair pink

return of the pink hair

jewish oliver. i have very strong feelings on this. he's jewish <3

kaz and skylar don't totally get it (bc cultural xianity (altho based on how long kaz has known oliver, he def gets some of it) and she's an alien from a planet with presumably no organized religions), but they are very supportive :)

saw someone say on this very website that leo sends very detailed emails/texts about what he and adam are up to every week, and bree texts like two sentence recaps of a month, and i couldn't agree more however, it must be said, bree and chase miss their brothers and video call with them every chance they get

that's all i got rn besties. will i ever actually rewrite lab rats elite force? only time will tell, but for now... here's this <3

[ben-10-setting-omnicrom]

Hello

I wanna talk about something that really bugs me and that is people claiming that Ben deciding to Kill Kevin in the short yet cool Ultimate Kevin Arc was unreasonable and out of nowhere all while ignoring the context of how and why he goes to those extremes.

Short answer: Everything in between Aggregor and Ultimate Kevin broke him down drove him to those extremes.

Long answer?

Ben has tried so hard are to rescued the Andromeda aliens from Aggregor only to fail with the Osmosian becoming Ultimate Aggregor and he understably beats him down in a fit of rage yet Gwen stopped him as was about to continue, keeping him from going to far but Aggregor got back up and defeated all of them.

Throughout his missions to acquire the pieces of Map of Infinity Ben was continuously beaten and outsmarted by Aggregor despite always trying to do the right thing like helping Charmcaster stop Addwaitya and free her people or pulling a planet back together with his own body as Goop.

I think the worst I felt for him was during the ending of the Perplexahedron where the Sentinel berated him for choosing to save his life instead of the map and he dies anyway with Aggregor succeeding yet again. And Ben's response?

"I...I didn't-"

That one line as well as his expression said it all in this scene, he's shocked saddened that it was all for nothing there's a part of him that feels like if he was completely ruthless things wouldn't get this far, Gwen and Kevin try to comfort him by saying that he never leaves anyone behind that isn't who he is, that he did what he thought was right. It's true he was being who he was and always will be.

A Hero.

But he felt like he messed up cause of that which is unfortunately also true and that had to have hurt his soul to realize that.

And Kevin absorbing the Ultimatrix and then betraying his team as well going insane again, going around hurting people (He attacked Ken for owing him 2 dollars for gods sake!) all while refusing attempts to reach out to him from his Best friend and Girlfriend, added to the termoil.

By Absolute Power he thought enough was enough, deciding to stop Kevin for good because after everything that's happened and how his failures let it get this far? He has to do this, because that's seems to be the only other solution and there is no other way this time, but even then he shows remorse during all this but ultimately they found another way in the end.

Ben even says sorry to Kevin at the end. Yet people still see this as out of nowhere even though it's onscreen and has been justified by other characters andUltimate Kevin acts during the time.(Kevin's one of my favorites but even I can say he was wild.)

Ben Tennyson is a good Man, it's just the whole situation breaking him down, but he still pulled through in the end.

It's neither unreasonable or out of nowhere. As you said the show blatantly lays it out why he's doing what he is. Everyone Kevin hurts or kills is on Ben's hands because he's one of the few people alive who can stop him. Every second he's out there he gets more energy and more power. He's an existential threat.

The people who say that are the same people that claim the Galvans/Plumbers are secretly evil/bigots and that Ben is a narcissistic sociopath/psychopathic womanizer who only saves women to get in their pants. Fuck I've even seen someone claim with their whole chest that the reason Ben wanted to kill Kevin was because he was jealous that Kevin stole his "saving the day" hero shtick.

It's all in my delusional Ben 10 tag lol.

Ben has shown time and again he's perfectly willing to kill others, have them die by their own evil, and kill himself to save more lives.

It's literally canon that if Ben didn't stop when he was beating Aggregor in a rage when Gwen told him to that he'd have won in that fight just fine too.

Thanks for the ask, feel free to ask more lol.

[quodekash]

AAAAAA HIDDEN AGENDA ITS FINALLY HERE

I CRIED WHILE WATCHING THE TRAILER TWO WEEKS AGO AND IM STILL NOT SURE WHY, BUT I DO KNOW THAT IM FREAKING EXCITED FOR IT SO LETS GOOOO

friends and foes, ladles and gentlespoons, humans and robots and aliens, i present to you: the very first line in this entire series.

truly eye-opening.

same.

also LOUIS

HELLO LOUIS

ILY LOUIS

dunk with glasses is a gift we dont deserve but we do love it and are eternally grateful for it

boy you're whipped already

IM CRYING

WHY AM I CRYING AT THAT

HES JUST STARING AT HIM WHY IS THAT CAUSE FOR TEARS

why are people attractive.

we have this bitch. we have dunk in glasses.

im dying over here.

"i booked the studio. and you're over by 5 minutes. how would you pay me back?" idk man, i think you should make out for 5 minutes. it only seems fair.

BRO I WAS KIDDING WHY ARE YOU STEPPING THAT CLOSE TO HIM

OISHI SPONSORSHIP

(welcome to my blog, im obsessed with oishi despite never having tried it (YET, ill find an asian grocer with it one day))

THEM

IM PRETTY SURE THEYRE ONE OF THE MAIN REASONS I CRIED DURING THE TRAILER

I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH

is this the library from my engineer.

it is not the library from my engineer :(

ITS SUCH SIMPLE HUMOUR BUT ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

bro louis' character is such a mood in this

what is it with characters called pat and being me-coded

interesting book placement, right next to the book theyre looking for

i get that its in the political section but i like that 'gender violence' and 'violence against lesbians and gay men' and 'breaking the silence: violence against women in asia' are just right there, like gmmtv is trying to say something

idk what theyre saying, im too tired to decipher it, but i think thats pretty interesting

anyway

AJ IS SO TALL AND LOUIS IS SO SHORT AND ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

dO YOU MEAN PRANSOCOOL????

pls theyre gossiping about him on the bus and they have no idea that HES ON THE BUS and his reactions are so funny, i love him so much

nice. very casual. he'll have no idea that you like him.

THEYRE BOTH SO PRETTY

AND ALSO HOT

AND ATTRACTIVE

AND SO PRETTY

I LOVE THEM

I LOVE PEOPLE

IM TOO PAN FOR THIS, SEND HELP

WITH WHO???

IS IT PERHAPS WITH UH

THE CHARACTER PLAYED BY AOU? i forgot his name

g u y

not kidding, guy is literally his actor's name

G U Y

i think it's entirely unfair that joong is so pretty and attractive AND he's so talented at singing. its very rude

awww he caught him

REASSURING BACK RUBS WHILE HE THROWS UP THATS SO SWEET

IF THIS LINE GETS TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT IM--

oh you think he's so cute (you're right)

HSDFSDFSHDFDS

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THIS

that conversation was literally

"punch yourself" "okay." "wait dont punch yourself" "so youve forgiven me?" "nope. now come with me to a room where itll just be us two and i'll probably end up serenading you with my voice and guitar, and itll leave you feeling really confused"

like. what the hell.

HIS HAIR IS SO PRETTY

kiss.

b r o

theyre so queer and i cannot deal with it

ITS SO UNFAIR HOW PRETTY HE IS

bro is just being so upfront about stuff, gosh damn. i could never.

also that line reminded me of "i just like to see your face (when you lose)" from bad buddy

THE EPISODE IS OVER ALREADY??

he's gay, hun, that's gonna be a little bit difficult

THAT WAS A LOVELY START TO THE SERIES

im not quite obsessed with it yet, but i suppose thats because there hasnt been a side couple introduced yet, and i am an unfortunate example of Side Couple Syndrome, BUT as of currently, joke and zo are lovely and joongdunk are lovely and this series seems lovely, and i am very excited for episode 2

[lc-417]

Been rewatching one of my favourite shows from my childhood, Godzilla the Series. And as much as I love it just as it is, lately I find myself wishing that it had been created in the 2020s instead of the late 90s. Mostly because I've come to the conclusion that of all of the possible pairings in the show, the best ship is one that was never permitted: Elsie Chapman and Monique Dupre.

The more I think about it, the more I believe they would be perfect for each other. They're both brave, strong-willed women who need someone that can meet them at their level, both intellectually and physically. In the show, their proposed love-interests, Craven and Randy, seem more like lesser men pursuing women that are clearly out of their league, and only got with them by wearing them down with dogged persistence. Randy and Craven worship them as goddesses, but what they really need in a partner is someone who sees their flaws and challenges them to be at their best, which they already do as colleagues and could do even more as lovers.

I know some would say that they are clearly more rivals than anything, but I see evidence to the contrary. Elsie's sarcastic jabs and the way she always refers to Monique as "French Fry" strike me as more affectionate teasing, the kind people use when they're trying to hide the fact that they like someone. And Elsie is the only person (as far as I can tell) that Monique has never threatened to hurt, or actually hurt, despite Elsie's provocation. In fact, Elsie seems to be one of the few people Monique permits or initiates physical contact with where punching isn't involved.

And looking past the shields of sarcasm they put up, you'll see a pair that genuinely cares and looks out for each other. For instance, when Elsie was under alien mind-control, it was Monique that set her free.

And when Monique was nearly killed by a mutant armillaria, it was Elsie who tended to her (and you can't tell me there wasn't any tenderness in the gesture of gently sweeping Monique's hair out of her face).

I can think of a dozen other examples, but I'll leave it for interested parties to watch the show and judge for themselves.

Maybe it's just my wishful thinking, seeing love where only friendship exists. But ever since I got this idea in my head, I can't let it go. I want to see them as a couple so badly. Unfortunately, it will never be, since this show came out in a time where anyone who suggested having a same-sex pairing in a cartoon seen by children would have been burned as a witch.

Ah well, I guess that's what fanfiction is for.