#2 more males and 2 more females

[hedgehog-moss]

My top 10 nonfiction reads of 2023 (the asterisked ones are in French with no translation as of yet) :

Belle Greene, Alexandra Lapierre

The Indomitable Marie-Antoinette, Simone Bertière

Reporter: A Memoir, Seymour Hersh

Red Carpet: Hollywood, China and the Global Battle for Cultural Supremacy, Erich Schwartzel

Empire of Pain: The Secret History of the Sackler Dynasty, Patrick Keefe

Servir les riches, Alizée Delpierre*

La Comtesse Greffulhe : L’ombre des Guermantes, Laure Hillerin*

Le Courage de la nuance, Jean Birnbaum*

The Book Collectors of Daraya, Delphine Minoui

Flowers of Fire: The Inside Story of South Korea's Feminist Movement, Hawon Jung

[ihatemakingusernames]

That's it fatass, eat for me. You're going to get so fucking big for me. Every pound is mine.

Who do you belong to?

That's right, you're mine, lardass, mine to grow.

Does that feel good? You want more? Beg for more.

Come on, you can do better than that. Beg piggy.

That's right, oink for Mama. Snort like the fucking hog we're growing you into. Such a good greedy fat boy!

[jacksprostate]

Bob in female fight club au. Thoughts

Probably named Marge

Rather than doing a direct inversion (ie making the character the exact opposite, much tits -> no tits, etc) I think sort of an analogue would work better riffing off the motherly role Bob has, in combination with the group being for uterine cancer/ovarian cancer

The women come together, and they cry, cry, cry, over lost husbands, who left them because they got cancer, because overwhelmingly, men leave if their wife gets cancer, over lost relationships with children, who stayed but resent them, over lost Motherhood, that thing you were told was your worth but now you are told you're shit. Remaining Women Together. Despite. Despite despite despite.

What is it, about purposes. Want to see misery, see women fed their own physical oppression as lost salvation.

Marge, whatever her name is, her husband divorced her, left her with the kids and medical bills stacked as high as she is tall. She is thankful she still has her kids, it makes her feel like she's still worth something. She's had to try and get back into the workforce. No one wants to hire dear former stay at home mother Marge. She shows you her kids in her wallet in her purse and there are no pictures of her. There's a picture of her old husband, which she keeps to show her kids if they ask. They're old enough to go to school now, which is good, because it gives her more time to work. Life is hard, but she's doing her best.

Marge, who is on hormone therapy so she doesn't get those "side effects" she's heard about from other total hysterectomy patients, the future of early dementia and degeneration and horror. Who does pelvic floor exercises in hopes it will minimise the fallout of the surgery. Who carefully rips every hair out of her upper lip and chin because even if it would be normal for a woman, a woman whose gone through menopause, a woman at all — she knows, it's probably the estrogen tipping back over into testosterone, and she can't handle any more losses. She compensates. They all do.

The support group is her Me Time. It is the single hour plus half hour commute she can afford once a week for herself. So she gets here, and she cries, cries, cries, and the others cry with her, all over how their lives have fallen apart since they got ovarian cancer, got breast cancer, and their lives derailed because they can't be proper women anymore.

They cry in their waterproof makeup. Another product to promise womanhood. Identify yourself via consumption. Identify yourself by covering yourself up.

And when she finds fight club. When she finds something that says, jesus fuck. You are more than your children. You are more than your ability to have kids. You aren't a failed woman, that's a sack of shit you've been sold wholesale. When she finds something that promises her she will grow, achieve personhood, not because she was the ultimate martyr mother, not because she played the game of human or woman, but because it promises a freedom from all that, identification and repulsion of such sickening chains. When she stops worrying about her slightly deepened voice, and works to keep her dose even keel for her health, to avoid the toxic highs of accidentally juicing, rather than the lesser effects of a black lip hair or two. When she has a photo, not of herself in her wallet, but of the things she makes with other women from fight club, of the one view of the sunset from that one parking lot that she always thought was wonderful, when she has things in her wallet for her and her enjoyment. When she has corded muscle and a built up spine, when she sits her kids down and explains why they only see dad one weekend every other month, all the fun holidays, because dad decided staying with her through cancer was too hard even when she stayed with him through four lost jobs pissed away in alcohol and lottery tickets.

And Marge, who gets shot by the police on a regulation chill-and-drill assignment for Project Mayhem. Whose obituary in the newspaper talks about the children she left behind, how she battled cancer and kept caring for them, how she was such a strong mother, whose kids would now be shipped off to their grieving father who is so, so brave and stunning for standing up and taking care of the kids he made and dropped as soon as his live-in servant had a few issues. Her name is Marge Paulson, and she was forty-eight years old. She was a person. She will be remembered in the annals of Project Mayhem, lest what little there was of her be stolen from the world. She was killed by Project Mayhem, but they're the only ones who will remember Marge Paulson.

[titanofthedepths]

I was talking about this on a call the other day but one of my favorite things about Sea of Thieves is that the characters are allowed to be ugly and so wildly diverse. Even the skeletons are diverse and have compelling and fun designs.

Note that when I say ugly I don’t mean that as a bad thing - I’m a firm believer that ugly doesn’t have to be a bad word, just the same as fat doesn’t have to be. Nobody’s perfect and that’s beautiful etc etc, when I say ugly I mean “not conventionally attractive” and it’s something I wholeheartedly appreciate

Like. Player pirates are randomly generated, which can be frustrating but at the end of the day it’s refreshing to not be able to sit and put together the perfect pirate. There will always be little scars or nicks or features you didn’t choose to place there, but they’re your pirates’ features. Just a couple days ago I realized my pirate has a snake bite on her cheek, and I LOVE that it’s there, though I never would have considered it for her had I been given the option to build her from scratch.

The NPCs, too, are diverse, and allowed to be flawed, and ugly. With their crooked or missing teeth and imperfect proportions and scars and asymmetrical faces - Rare could have very easily chosen to make every last NPC a perfectly pretty face fit for a magazine, and they chose not to. It makes the characters feel a little more real, more like they’re people - I can’t tell you how often I sit and examine the models of NPCs to look at every little detail and just appreciate how imperfect they are.

And like previously stated - and perhaps the thing I appreciate the most - even the skeleton characters are widely varied. Rathbone moves with a hunched posture that hides the fact his frame is fairly small, Grimm is tall and wide in that way that Sea of Thieves builds their fat characters, one of Chi’s horns is growing from her eye socket and she’s lankier than Ruth’s sturdy frame, Horatio has arms that are just a little too long, so on and so forth.

Just… Sure, I don’t by any means love Rare as a company, but the character design we see in Sea of Thieves is some of the best I’ve ever seen. I have a lot of love for this pirate game and the amount of love the design team put into every single character they offer us

[kwyoz]

wow, i love when the dragon age fandom is very normal about veilguard's companions being pansexual and totally not being lowkey really fucking pan and bi phobic.

[vole-mon-amour]

In A Like Supreme it's Kerry's "You wanna hear a new— He's... gone, isn't he?" & "How was the gig? (...) Damn shame I had to miss it" "Eeehh, can still come to my show."

It's the disappointment in Kerry's voice and him wanting to spend more time with Johnny, not talk to him through V. "Voices out of the grave." What I noticed this time around is how Kerry is ready to share any unfinished material with Johnny.

For example, Kerry plays V that yacht song as a way to show his trust and his gratitude to V (and granted, it happens after you help him multiple times, so character development is happening), but right after the concert I'm pretty sure Kerry doesn't have a finished song. He wants to share that material with Johnny because he trusts Johnny and wouldn't mind his input, too. He still sees Johnny as his best friend that he loves dearly.

In Phantom Liberty, when you ask Kerry about his album, he tells you that it's still too raw and he isn't ready. Even at the time of A Like Supreme, it's "You can come to the show" aka Kerry's way of saying, you can hear me singing and playing but only at the show. When I'm at my best. When I'm ready.

While what I'm sure would happen with Johnny is that Kerry would invite Johnny home/to the studio (which is often the same thing since I'm sure some things Kerry records at home) and share that raw material with him (and they could create the music together).

Johnny tells Kerry that he "won't play without you, wouldn't be the same". Kerry answers, "I see what you're doing here, but I'm still plannin' on playing."

Which is yeah, Johnny wants in, but there's a reason he didn't let Kerry leave the band. He knew he needed Kerry. So it's quite mutual, actually, even though Kerry established his solo and is quite confident in it after that:

He's relieved he no longer has this burden of waiting for Johnny, of expecting him to come back and feel like he's walking on a knife's edge while on that; of proving himself to the crowd and to Johnny when Johnny does come back. Which doesn't mean he wouldn't want to share his love for music with Johnny again.

Their relationship is complicated. They and their love for each other is deeply rooted in them & they'll always be a part of each other's lives.

And while I'm on A Like Supreme, boyfriends' guns next to each other:

Both loved Samurai very much. Both can't live without music. Both are very similar. Both, in some way, are still best friends.

Though I find it funny that Kerry's gun costs more. There's no way to get both at the same time, and to me it looks like a pointer into Kerry's expensive attitude. Money's never an issue while one of the first commentaries that Johnny makes upon entering Kerry's villa is "Hope it was expensive at least."

Your best friend did fine, Johnny, and all without you. And all while waiting for you to come back and missing you. And all while thinking about you every single day ever since you "disappeared".

UPD: Also, when you read Kerry's messages on his laptops, he offers his ex to choose a trip with the kids and for him to pay for her trip. I'm not exactly set on what I think about that—whether he doesn't want to spend time with his children or his ex makes him THAT uncomfortable so that he offers a "bribe". You do that, I'll pay. The same goes for his car and the Samurai-like painting—money is not an issue, just don't try to screw me over.

Plus, when in PL ending V wakes up from a 2 year coma, the first thing Kerry offers is eddies. I don't know, but the topic of money is threaded in him and in the things he owns. Including, obviously, the gun that he owns and very generously gifts to V like it's nothing (because, for him, it kind of is. He can always make a replica if he need to.)

[the-whispers-of-death]

I need COD fanfiction blogs (are those what we are called?) who write male readers, please and thank you. Please comment or reblog which ones are your favorite so I can check them out.

[userlaylivia]

I forgot some more again so I'm gonna make a part 3 lmao like I forgot rachel green, monica gellar, raven reyes, octavia blake, prue halliwell, and etc so be warned lol it may not be as many as the last two though lol

tagging some people: @maya-matlin, @tudorgirl, @nessa007, @useragarfield, @makeyouminemp3

[guildtree]

And here's another revenant, Laurel! Born and raised in Ebonhawke by a Vanguard captain mother, Laurel grew up with traditional Ascalonian courage running in her blood. This led to her naively signing up for what would turn out to be a suicide mission, and getting her back torn open by a charr. She survived through sheer luck and playing dead, and after learning that it was her own mother who had authorized the mission and hidden its true nature from the public, she abandoned her name and past life and joined a mercenary group, the Ashen Blades. After years of being tricked and abused under the Blades, she betrayed a Priory caravan she was supposed to be guarding and stole an artifact that flung her into the Mists - only to meet Ventari on her quest for power instead of any useful Legends. The centaur flung her back after a year in the Mists with nothing but her staff, half-destroyed armor, and new healing powers to her name, and now she has at least two groups of people after her for betraying them. Great!

Thanks to his history of being betrayed and deceived at every turn, Laurel is cynical and selfish to a fault. He feels he can't trust anyone, and thus seeks out power and independence above all else. Nearly a decade as a mercenary has made him clever, abrasive, and assertive, and his childhood under a Vanguard captain means he has a fair basis in tactics and general knowledge as well. For now, he and Ventari are in a constant tug-of-war over the path he should take, with Ventari acting as a moral compass that Laurel constantly tries to ignore. Despite all his flaws, Laurel's one saving grace is that his past has given him an intense hatred for injustice. He has no patience for those who misuse their power, and a compassion for those who have been wronged that he can't quite push down, despite his best efforts. Once he gets over his misanthropy and distrust, he'll make a shockingly good leader for a ragtag band of rebels out to get revenge on the people who tried to write them off as sacrifices for the greater good.

[aureentuluva70]

I'm kind of pissed at how fast they killed Bronwyn off. She was set up in season 1 as a pretty major character, and now she's dead? Like, ok, Bronwyn dying at some point in the show certainly wasn't something I didn't see coming, I had a feeling she'd bite the dust soon enough, but not this quickly. Like cmon dude I just wanted to see a little more of my girl

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

worldbuilding thing I've been wondering about:

how do you handle gender identity, gender expression, and/or gender stereotypes, within your omegaverse writings?

this goes for ocs and for fanfics!

if alphas are physically male in the way we'd consider a human to be physically male, that's a statement on their sex, yeah? not their gender.

you can have the body parts implied there and still be a gender that is not "man". so how's that work for omegaverse? especially if alphas can be male or female.

how do you describe gender within your omegaverse? is it based more around dynamic / secondary? (alpha/beta/omega) or around sex? (male/female/others if they apply)

do people get gendered expectations assigned to them based on their sex, on their dynamic, on the combination of both?

(ex: is there a difference between the gender roles given to a female omega versus a male omega? are the stereotypes for a male beta like or unlike those of a male omega?)

could there be such a difference between female alphas, female betas, and female omegas, that only some female people are considered women, while others are labeled with some other term due to their dynamic? or are all female people considered to be women? (assuming they're all cisgender...but if you've got trans headcanons I wanna hear those too!)

I'm curious about this because it's reasonable to say something like "our image of what is masculine appearance / behavior is shaped by our society and time period," right? (since male doesn't have to equal man or masculine, but there's often some connection)

but that structure wouldn't be built from the same stuff in omegaverse. since behaviors and such could be associated with different groups.

so...if a male alpha is seen as a feminine presenting person, what does that mean in your verse?

are masculine and feminine less about what exists in your verse and more about the limitations of our own language?

is it something else altogether?

[gobstoppr]

and btw im in my hater arc rn. as time goes on the more i find a lot of 'fandom' stuff insufferable (i like art n stuff. just the way that fandom refits every media to fit a single mold and set of boring archetypes is exhausting.)

i just get really easily annoyed lately. and have been unfollowing people on a whim a lot. its not personal i promise

[the-whispers-of-death]

What's this, OC x Reader content that hasn't been asked for? More Kali Content? Gasp. Anyways, this is Kali x Ranch Hand!Reader (gender-neutral reader.)

Kali took a left turn, driving away from the city of Austin, Texas and into a more rural part that laid just on the outskirts of the city. He had come home from a grueling mission, having left his parents to find purpose in the private military company called The Shadow Company.

This would be the first time he had seen them since he joined the Shadow Company eight months ago. He could only hope they were doing well.

He drove to his parents' ranch where he lived with them, because they were in their sixties and needed help around the ranch. He even took care of their bills of up keeping the ranch, hiring ranch hands to help, paid for their electric and water bills. The only thing his parents paid for was for their groceries, hence why he rarely had time for his own paperwork since he was always trying to pay the bills on time even when he was overseas.

It was the middle of the night so when his truck stopped in front of the gates of the ranch, he didn't expect anyone to open them for him. He got out of his truck, leaving the door open and the engine running because the area all around him was his parents' property.

Kali unlocked the padlock that kept the gates closed and grunted from exertion as he pushed the gates opened. Once the gates were open, he got back in his truck and drove inside the field before getting out again to close the gates and lock them back up.

All of this took several minutes and by the time he parked in front of his parents' house, he was slightly out of breath. He was in desperate need of sleep, stumbling out of his truck for the third time that night and barely remembering to take his duffel bag. He made his way onto the porch that had been lovingly built for his mother to sit outside to watch his father work out on the ranch back when they quit their jobs as doctors and became ranchers when Kali enlisted in the Marine Corps at eighteen.

Kali took out his key to the house and paused before placing the key in his left, non-dominant, hand and turned the doorknob with his right hand. He sighed when the door opened, his parents having not locked it for the night.

He told his parents time and time again to lock their front door, that being secluded from everyone besides a neighbor that was several miles away to the left didn't mean that someone couldn't stumble onto the property and rob them, but his words fell on deaf ears. His father told him that despite not being able to work on the field that much, he still could shoot intruders with his trusty hunting rifle.

It did not soothe Kali's worries.

Shoving the key back into his pocket, he very quietly crept inside the house, careful not to wake his parents up. He gently closed the front door behind him, taking off his shoes upon entry and placing them in the shoe rack. He then quietly made his way to his bedroom, opening and closing the door softly.

As soon as he was inside the bedroom, he barely managed to take off his gear before dropping onto his bed and passing out. His sleep was dreamless and he woke up in the early morning to the rooster being his alarm clock.

Kali rolled out of bed, brushed his teeth, showered, and changed into appropriate ranch clothes. He exchanged his half-black-half-blue mask and black neck gaiter for a black cowboy hat and cowboy boots, getting right back into the habit of going out into the field to work.

Once he was properly clothed, he went to the kitchen and ate a hearty breakfast before heading outside. His parents were still sleeping, something that was normal to Kali ever since they aged into their sixties.

He stepped outside and saw the trucks of the ranch hands he had hired, all of them here bright and early. He had no opinion of the ranch hands, besides the fact that they were very good at their jobs and were a tremendous help.

"Mr. Kumar, you're home," a smooth, almost lyrical voice called out to him as he made his way to the chicken coop where a pair of ranch hands were checking on the hens and if they were laying eggs.

It was you, the most experienced ranch hand of the bunch. He admired your work ethic, you both being what was classified as a workhorse since you both did a tremendous amount of work and were always busy. He found himself drawn to you, especially since you did the most when he was away on missions.

He found himself smiling down at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight. "What did I tell you all about calling me by my name? Mr. Kumar is my father, so please call me Ashok. But yes, I got home last night at an ungodly hour," he said, his tone light-hearted as he chuckled.

You didn't smile back at him, but he was used to that. You rarely showed much emotion on your face. "I'm glad you made it home safely, Ashok," you replied, most likely out of politeness than sincerity.

Or at least that was what Kali thought.

"How are the hens doing?" he asked, clearing his throat and drawing everyone's attention back to the chicken coop. He walked inside, you and the other ranch hand flanking him. "I trust there are no health issues with them?"

"No issues, Mr. Ku—Ashok," you said, stumbling over your words to catch yourself as you fell back on the habit of calling him by his last name. You merely moved on from the mistake, continuing, "All of the hens are healthy and producing a good amount of eggs, more than enough to be sold to the markets and grocery stores. The rooster's doing well too, as I'm sure you heard him when dawn broke."

Kali nodded in approval, still smiling at you with that bright smile. "I'm good. I'm sure you all have been working efficiently on the ranch, but is there anything I can do to help with today? It's a huge amount of property, I know, so maybe there were some tasks that need someone to take care of since there's not that many of you?" he asked, turning to you.

You delegated all of the tasks when he wasn't home, hence why he looked to you. But that was as far as your authority went, because Kali's parents did own this ranch after all.

The other ranch hand spoke up, "{Name} delegated all of the tasks to us already, and it seems like everything that needs to be taken care of has someone who can do it. Besides the paperwork, of course."

Kali's smile faltered briefly before he kept it up on his face. "Of course," he said.

He was a bit disappointed, having wanted to relax by doing ranch work. He was most at peace when he was out in the field, watching over the herd of cows and sheep or fixing parts of the fence that separated his parents' property from the neighbor's. Getting his hands dirty was something familiar and he found solace in it.

But he supposed paperwork was an important part of ranching too. Not every part of ranching was enjoying Mother Nature, there were bills to pay, livestock to sell and trade. Every job had a downside.

He did hate paperwork though, military or ranch paperwork, it didn't quite matter. It was tedious and he much preferred working outside. He got too many paper cuts when he sat in the office in his parents' house to do paperwork.

However, he didn't feel comfortable putting it on his parents' shoulders even though they still owned the ranch. He had resolved himself to lighten their burden and that included doing the dreaded paperwork.

"Right, okay. Well, I'll come out and check on you all every hour or so, make sure it's all running smoothly," Kali said, forcing himself to head towards the house."Maybe I'll help mend a fence today when you're all busy."

He went inside the house and after saying good morning to his parents, he sat in the office. And outside the window of said office, he could see you taking out the cows so they could graze and roam.

It was a shame, he had been looking forward to being around you more.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[apocalypse-boogie]

I gotta be honest, I don’t engage with the Criminal Minds fandom (despite having watched all of the original show + Evolution and read up on as much of the spin-offs as I could) because I don’t like how prevalent the racism and sexism and infantilization is in the fandom. There’s just enough of all that shit upfront that I don’t want to dig any deeper than I already have. I’m good, I get enough of that shit in fandoms that I’ve been apart of for years I’m not gonna let this shit sully my love for this show anymore than it already has (especially considering the show’s writing itself is not devoid of these faults).

I’d rather just love the show and dissect it and write analysis and fanfic for it and shit on my own.

My fav characters (just cause & kind of in best to least order): Penelope Garcia (she’s literally me, I love her), Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jordan Todd, Matt Simmons, David Rossi.

[strawberrinoz]

guess what i just finished cooking….

my wild west ocs >:)

keep reading to find out more abt them!

Lillianna (17)

Background: Filipino descent

Personality: A playful jokester with a keen sense of timing. Quick-witted and sharp-tongued, she genuinely cares for her found family. While some may perceive her as nagging, it stems from a place of genuine concern.

Strengths: Remarkable accuracy with weapons, skilled in crafting high-quality clothes and satchels, adept at manipulation and deceit.

Weaknesses: Limited endurance for heavier weapons (e.g., rifles, shotguns), tendency to become overly cautious or anxious in certain situations

James “The Reckoner/Jim” Hesson (40)

Background: Scottish-American descent

Personality: Demonstrates unwavering loyalty and responsibility, but often indifferent to danger. Keeps to himself and can be intimidating when provoked, which is a rare occurrence but should be avoided at all costs.

Strengths: Possesses considerable brute strength, sharp and witty, maintains a dead accurate aim (though recently, he's been sloppy).

Weaknesses: Prone to excessive vengefulness, occasional incompetence or recklessness in battle due to struggles with alcoholism.

a bit of lore !

In the year 1859, amidst the western expansion, a Filipino couple devised a daring escape from servitude aboard a Californian Spanish galleon. Their plan was to embark on this journey with their newborn daughter, but tragedy struck as the wife succumbed to childbirth. In her final moments, she bestowed upon her baby girl a golden tamborin necklace, gazing at her with boundless love.

Devastated yet determined, the father, carrying his infant daughter, narrowly evaded capture but not without a price—he took a gunshot to the shoulder. Fleeing into the vast wilderness, he encountered two notorious outlaws, Lucas Davies and Jim Hesson, known as "The Rapid Raiders" at the time.

The duo, with intentions of robbery, found themselves hesitating as they observed the dire condition of the father and his baby. Hesson, grappling with a language barrier, grew frustrated and was on the verge of violence. However, a group of lawmen interrupted their confrontation, forcing Davies and Hesson to flee. The father, desperate for salvation, pleaded with them to take him and his daughter.

In a twist of fate, Davies deciphered the father's silent plea and allowed them to join the outlaws on their escape. Riding hard to evade the pursuing lawmen, tragedy struck again as the father succumbed to his gunshot wounds. Clutching his daughter tightly, he whispered her name—Liwayway—before breathing his last.

Now conflicted on what to do, Davies and Hesson debated the fate of the orphaned child. Ultimately, Davies decided to take her with them, while they searched for an orphanage willing to provide her refuge. In an attempt to name her, they struggled to understand the father's last words, settling on Lillianna as a tribute to the family they unintentionally gained on their tumultuous journey through the unforgiving frontier.

[misqnon]

hey . why do female characters always have to be the straight-laced responsible ones. why are they always the ones exasperated with the other characters bullshit . why are they always the "levelheaded" ones trying to fix other characters messes. can they not be silly . can they not be insane. can they not be emotional messes that fuck up and laugh about it. can they not be the ones doing obnoxious shit that make other characters face palm. hey. I know it's funny sometimes but I'm getting really tired of it being the default of 99% of media . can anybody fucking hear me