#EVIL FAT WHITE ASSHOLE

[ghoulphile]

janey's dad | part two teaser

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 482 ➥ overall warning(s) | 🔞 smut; age gap, hair pulling, teasing, making out, mutual pining, squirting, choking, riding, dirty talk, lipstick kink, stockings, frottage, porn w/ feelings, porn w/ plot, mild angst w/ happy ending, divorced!coop, babysitter!reader, pre-war/bomb ➥ summary | “We really, uh, shouldn’t - oh fuck, you look --” ➥ notes | ok i don't know if it's the sleep deprivation or if i'm getting too in my head/have stared at this too long but i am begging y'all to help me 😭are we fuckin with this or?? 🫠 send helppp. i'm still working on this rn but i'm going crazy atm

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Then broad palms slip beneath the hem.

Blunt nails snag on nylon, and calloused fingers dance along the silky skin of your thighs. At the whisper soft rasp of fabric as Cooper’s wrist rucks up your dress, your nerves tremble with white static.

And when he traces the strap of your garter, his thumb tucking beneath the elastic to stroke over an angry indent, you tremble.

“Think it’s about time you take these off, pretty girl,” a teasing forefinger brushes over the front of your panties, “don’t you?”

You comply without a thought, pulse thudding and mind foggy with desire.

Soaked cotton dangles from your ankle only to be yanked free by Cooper. With a cheeky wink and a husky, “For later,” he deposits them into his shirt pocket for safe keeping.

Oh fuck.

You almost swallow your tongue at the thought of him using them when you’re gone. Stroking along his fat cock with a fistful of panties, cumming onto the fabric as he fantasizes about pumping you full.

“You’re evil, you know that?” you croak, swallowing hard. “Nothing but a perverted old man.” It’s a punch to the gut when he flashes a roguish smirk. 

“That may be, but you still want to fuck me. What’s that say about you, sweetheart? Now --” The skirt of your sundress flutters behind you, draping down over your ass to cover his legs. “-- Show me what you want.”

Smug asshole.

Who knew he was such a goddamn tease (you should’ve)?

You sigh, looking at him from beneath the fan of your lashes. “Please.”

“Well, go on. I’m sure as shit not gonna stop you.”

With a hummingbird heart, you shift until your bare pussy hovers over the bulge of his cock. There’s no doubt you’ll stain the dark fabric of his slacks as soon as you claim your spot on his lap.

You clench at the thought of leaving a mark, using him as you please.

Something you’ve wanted for so long, and now it’s so close you can taste it. It’s hard not to get greedy. To explore all those forbidden thoughts, enact your darkest fantasies now that he’s before you, so goddamn handsome and willing to indulge.

Your hips dip.

Everything flashes, white lightning; molten heat pumping through your body with every rabbit fast thump of your heart. The line of his shaft spreads your folds, hot and hard as the rough material of his slacks sparks delicious friction against your aching clit.

Your arms anchor around his neck, your fingers burrowing into the meat of his wide shoulders as you groan in unison at the silken contact.

“I can feel how wet you are, sweetheart.” He exhales through his nose in a heavy rush, his brow crinkling as hands tighten around your waist in a bruising vice. “You’re so soft and warm. Fuck - I wanna feel you squeezing around my cock.”

[satorusluver]

Minors DNI

Reader x Sukuna smut

Warnings: Degradation, name calling (slut, whore), dubcon(?)

Idk, I'm not super familiar with all the warning terms but there's definitely an unhealthy power dynamic with the reader being implied to be a servant/concubine. I mean, this is Sukuna we're talking about, if you're not into sexy villainous assholes why would you be reading this? Lmao

Never written degradation before but Sukuna is hot and evil so I figured I'd branch out a little. This was pretty experimental for me, hopefully it's not terrible lol.

True form Ryomen Sukuna who takes you roughly from behind, one pair of hands firmly gripping your ass, sharp nails digging into the skin slightly as he forces your hips back and forth so fast, using you as little more than a fleshlight. His other pair of hands cups your breasts, pinching and tugging on your nipples until they become all puffy. Lewd, sloppy, wet sounds can be heard from your sopping cunt as he pounds into you. And the sounds coming from Sukuna's mouth are almost more animalistic than human, deep growls and snarls and occasional cruel laughter when you whimper.

"Such a greedy cunt, it's c-clenching around me so hard, fuck." His voice is low and gruff, and each thrust is harder than the last. "I'm gonna fill this little cunt to the fucking brim with my cum, you hear me? Don't you fucking dare ask me to pull out."

He grins down at where his dick is disappearing into your wet hole, each thrust causing you to take his length all the way until the black rings around the base of his cock are hidden inside you. His hips snap back and forth, going as deeply as possible each time, and your eyes water at the feeling of the fat head of his dick ramming against your cervix. You whine, trembling beneath him at the mix of pleasure and pain his brutal pace causes you.

"Aww, does that hurt? Is it too much for my filthy little slut to take?" Sukuna mocks you, his face twisted into a cruel grin. "Well that's too fucking bad, because you're mine, you understand that? It's your job to take me, every. last. inch." He growls the last few words in time with his thrusts.

"The only reason I even kept you is because of this fucking tight little hole you have here. Fucking sucks my cock right in every single time, shit."

His words are so fucking mean but his thrusts are so perfectly angled at your g-spot that you find yourself cumming around his dick, your inner walls clamping down on him, covering his length in your slick as you cry out his name.

"That's a good little whore. Fuck, I love when you tighten around me like that."

So many hands, one grabbing you by the back of your hair and pressing your face into the pillow, another still roughly pawing at your breast, another holding your waist to keep you in place, and yet another delivering a hard slap to your ass that has you yelping out in surprise.

And Sukuna has endless stamina, he'll fuck you until your hole is overflowing with his cum. Until you can't hold yourself up anymore, and you're nothing but a panting mess lying helpless on the bed, your sore, overused pussy leaking trails of his thick, white seed down your thighs.

"Look at you," Sukuna says as he stares down at the mess he's made of you, his voice taking on the closest thing to softness it's probably capable of. You think you might be imagining one of his hands running along your lower back in a way that could almost be described as gentle.

"You always take me so well, my pretty little cockslut. Such a good little servant, I think I'll keep you around for quite a while."

[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 8: Band Politics

Word Count: 614/Rating: T/Pairing: none/CW: conflict, mild political discourse/Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, Robin Buckley, angst, arguments

Divider credit to @silkholland

December 1988

“They want us to do what?”

Eddie can hardly believe his ears. This must be the result of too many years of loud music, riffs heard from The Hideout to Madison Square Garden. No, there is absolutely no way–

Robin gives the boys a look that says she’s just as shocked as they are. “I asked if they had the wrong number. But, nope. They want you to play at Bush's inauguration.”

“No fucking way.” Eddie drums his fingers on his chair, glancing around the band manager’s office. “The same assholes who spent the last five years telling us that our music was the work of Satan are now asking us to play at the White House?”

“Technically,” Jeff interjects, “they’re asking us to play at the Capitol.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, crossing one leg over the other. “Whatever. The point stands–we’re not doing it.”

“Says who?” Gareth scoffs.

“Yeah, don’t we get a vote?” Grant’s voice takes on a challenging tone; it grates at Eddie like nails on a chalkboard. “I didn’t realize that this was the Eddie Munson Band.”

They can’t be serious, Eddie thinks. They’re just giving me a hard time. Busting my balls.

Robin speaks up before any of them can talk again. “It’ll draw plenty of attention. No one is expecting Corroded Coffin to be at the inauguration.” She grazes her teeth over her lower lip, peeling back a bit of pale pink lipstick. “Talk it over, but we need an answer by tomorrow.”

“We already have our answer. It’s a big, fat, no way in hell.”

Gareth stands up, placing himself right in front of Eddie. “We have the chance to play in front of the entire country, and you’re gonna throw that away, for what?”

“To prove a point.”

“What point? That we don’t want more people listening to our music?”

“That we’re not sell-outs!” Eddie slammed his fists on the chair’s wooden arms. “I’m not gonna kiss politicians’ corrupt asses just for a few more fans. It goes against everything we stand for!”

Jeff sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “Okay, but picture this: kids watching the inauguration, their parents and teachers thinking that they’re getting this great educational experience, and then—BOOM! They hear real music for the first time in their lives. Because of us.” He raises his brows. “This performance could shape the future of metal.”

Eddie chortles. “‘Shape the future of metal’? What kind of kumbaya bullshit is that?” Pretending not to notice the hurt on his friend’s face, he digs his heels in deeper. “How about the fans we already have thinking that we’re pro-government. Might as well stop playing all of our songs about anarchy.”

Grant gets to his feet next. “It’s three against one, dude. Just give it up. We can’t throw away this opportunity.”

“Well, good luck going on without your lead singer.” With that, Eddie storms out. A pit lays where his stomach should be, heavy with the weight of anger. 

The guys could do whatever they wanted. They could bend over and spread ‘em for those hoity-toity politicians. All of the new fans they might acquire means nothing if they had to sell their souls to get them. 

Eddie had spent all of his teenage years living with the rumors of devil-worshiping escapades masquerading as Dungeons & Dragons campaigns. He certainly wasn’t going to start worshiping actual evil entities—the ones who sat in their gigantic mansions and cut welfare and foodstamps and Social Security benefits without batting an eye—just for more fame. 

Maybe I’m an asshole, he thinks, pushing open the door and stomping into the lobby, but at least I’m not a goddamn sell-out. 

--

[phantomyre]

Do you think that the devs/writers are going to be leaning more into the “Vincent is the father” theory? The way how he talks about Sephiroth in rebirth is very peculiar and also how an ashamed father would talk. Personally I hope not for many reasons.

Also when Vincent claims that he had many opportunities to purge Sephiroth from the world but he couldn’t pull the trigger, that implies that he died after Sephiroth was born and not before. Of course this could be to do with the fact that he simply doesn’t want to kill a child and or the son of his love, but it’s still weird non the less.

Unless they choose to retcon already established lore, they will not go that route. It adds nothing to Vincent's character, as much as some people want to make it seem it would and here's why.

Vincent being the father and him just sitting back and letting things happen would make him to be worse than Lucrecia and Hojo, turning him into a coward and a complete asshole. This would also vindicate Hojo completely and make Vincent to be the worse villain, not Hojo. People always like to point to their looks but Tifa and Elena use the same model with some tweeking, and no one says they're related. Or how Naio clearly has Tifa's model as well. Whether people like to admit it or not, these are anime designs, they do shortcut their work, and models get reused all the time. However, the one reason why they may have made the decision to have them both look similar may be due to the fact that originally, Sephiroth and Vincent were originally one and the same person. The main villain had white hair, a tall standing collar, and a headband. Either people are not aware of these things or they are stretching a concept that doesn't have any true solid foundation.

Aside from that, Vincent's connection to Sephiroth had always been weak, and there was little motivation for him to pursue Sephiroth in OG. His focus was always Hojo, and his penance was always too extreme in the eyes of fans. He was this sad little man that was just all woe-is-me for a sin that didn't justify his punishment. Lucrecia was always the one pointed at as the least forgivable. And rightly so. At the time, Vincent's only sin was following orders as a Turk and not overstepping his bounds to prevent the experiment. But that was hardly a reason for him to bainish himself to eternal nightmares. Until Rebirth.

Vincent's connection to Sephiroth finally holds more weight in that Vincent idly stood by while innocent lives were being cut off by Sephiroth. He likely knew enough about the nature of the experiment and that the purpose was to create a dangerous being, and then for years on end, still chose to passively allow Sephiroth create carnage. This alone makes Vincent an accomplice of Shinra's evils. While it isn't clearly stated in DoC, the Ultimania mentions that Sephiroth was already a toddler by the time Vincent decided to approach Hojo. So if that still remains canon, Vincent likely saw Sephiroth's early stages of cruelty as a child.

All of this adds plenty of reasons for Vincent to have a strong feeling towards taking Sephiroth down, yet still hesitating because he is the son of Lucrecia. Him being the father doesn't add anything important to him. As a matter of fact, it hinders his character. One of the many reasons why Vincent is so loved is due to his unselfish personality.

In OG, Vincent harbored doubts about Hojo, but his hatred wasn't that deep yet. In the Ultimania, Vincent counted Hojo's experiments on him justified, therefore putting himself lower than Hojo. It wasn't until Vincent learned the truth about Hojo that he suddenly became enraged, and all anger he had towards himself was immediately directed at Hojo. And yet in spite of it all, even after taking Hojo down, Vincent says "rest in peace, Hojo". What person says that to their most hated enemy...? This scene depicted that even towards his worst enemy, he was still gracious. To force in the idea that he is Sephiroth's father would override all of that, and would make Vincent no better than Lucrecia or Hojo, and 'killing his own son' would never redeem him of that. Sparing the life of your worst enemy's child holds more impact than killing your kid (which is also extremely unoriginal and tropey).

Can they play with the idea of him being the father? Absolutely. Will they actually make him the dad? No, unless they want to completely undo what Vincent is. And and far as we've seen, if there's one thing they have been very loyal to and careful about, it's the characters. They build upon what they already are, and do not change what is already established canon. And in Vincent's case, his guilt was something that needed further weight. And that weight is that he was complacent with what both Shinra AND Sephiroth had committed, many times over.

I also go into detail about the depth of Vincent's guilt in this post. https://www.tumblr.com/phantomyre/745158867895418881/rebirth-vincent-analysisbreakdown-1-vincents?source=share

In short, I believe Vincent was aware of Sephiroth murdering the townspeople of Nibelheim, and due to what he says in Rebirth, he was also privy to the suriviors ending up as test subjects. And by way of association, Zack and Cloud as well. This is how they're going to give reason to Vincent's pursuit of Sephiroth. Not being the father.

[cryokxsss]

As a fan of Alice throught the looking glass (book) it saddens me a bit that there's not Many people that dont know the red queen

And no dont mention the one from Tim burton's movie she's basically the queen of hearts with red for name but come on its the queen of hearts and the main responsable for people mixing them up although not the first one to do It

But there's nothing about the red queen in there. She's not evil she's just a fucking egocentric asshole that Alice blames for all her problems other than that the red queen its rather chill and very good friends with the white queen (in the book) , i havent found a media that represents the red queen without mixing her with the queen of hearts and viceversa so i just want to Let yall know that they have their differences

The queen of hearts its a psychopath, a tyrant a ruthless anger without a meaning or target and the red queen its an egocentric bitch.

Besides Alice and the chesire cat the queen are the characters with the most personality in books where nothing makes sense and everyone just talks bullshit and that's something I really like about them specially the red and white's friendship i think It cute ++++ we need More chubby/fat queen of hearts and with a card dress instead of the same red and black over and over

(also i just dislike the 2016 film so that why maybe im so harsh towards that red queen....but i stay on my ground that that's basically the queen of hearts)

[chillinlikeavillain811]

He tucked and rolled, narrowly avoiding an attack, one that if allowed would've forced the hero into permanent darkness, an everlasting restless sleep. Quickly, he got up, brandishing the sword of the Goddess, created by the original hero to defeat evil within the world for all of eternity. He let out a war cry, rushing towards the great evil which had attempted to plague the lands (or, seas) of what used to be Hyrule, before the great flood caused by the Gods and Goddesses above.

He flipped backwards as the great evils' sword sliced at him, just barely nicking his cheek. A cut formed on his cheek; white turning to red rather quickly, though the hero couldn't focus on minor injuries at the moment. He had a duty to do; a mission which he would not fail. He would defeat the great evil–

"Ughhh, what is it, Wild!?" Wind asked, irritation evident in his voice. He was trying to tell a story, but kept being interrupted by a certain group of heroes. Wind loved questions; he welcomed them, encouraged them, even. But this was just excessive, fucking hell. Wild put his hand down as he was called on, mouth opening as words fell from him. "Why do you keep calling him "the great evil"?? Why not just Ganon?" He questioned. "It's for special effect! To make the story better! Now shush and let me finish, please!" Wind answered, waiting for someone to speak up again. When no one did, he continued.

He would defeat the great evil, if it were the last thing he did. Regardless of what was to come, he would fight as though today was his last fight, and he would fuckin' win, too!

"Language," ... Some heroes would later come along and irritate the couragous hero, testing his patience...

The hero's partner and best friend would shout out to him, speaking of a plan which her mind had conjured up. A good plan, it was. He nodded, and the plan was in motion before the great evil's eyes. He flipped once more, dodging an attack with perfect precision, all thanks to hours upon hours, years upon years of practice to dodge and win this intense, diffucult fight–

"Yeah, years and years. Also known as you got a sword and had about a month." Legend snarked. Wind closed his eyes, sighing in annoyance. He reopened his eyes, looking over to the asshole who had decided that now would be a good time to be snarky. He waited for him to speak again, continuing his story when the area was met with silence.

He dodged the attack with perfection, then held up his shield he did as his partner summoned magic; a holy magic which ahd not been used by her hands in a while. He reflected the magic off of his shield, first try, thankfully. The magic struck the great evil, forcing him to freeze and giving the enemy a disadvatage for a moment. The hero, seeing said oppertunity given to him thanks to his partners' magic, rushed forward, sword in hand. He raised his sword, slicing and slashing at the being of pure hatred and evil was temporarily incapacitated. His sword cut into his torso, until finally the end was before his, his partner's, and his enemies eyes'. He ran and jumped up, sword raised high and mightily in the air, and–

He paused for dramatic effect,

And he brought it down, the sharp blade of the sword forged for the sole purpose of holding evil away from the world piercing into the flesh of the being of evil, digging into layers of fat, bone and muscle. At last, the great evil was rid from the land for the next however long, and the amazing pirate-hero and his amazing pirate-hero partner had won!

Wind took a bow, grinning. "Thank you, thank you! Amazing story, I know, I know!" He spoke.

Standing back up straight, he looked at the group of heroes who all had various mixed expressions on their faces. A grin stayed present on his face, forever proud of his actions Except couldn't he have been saved!? He was a man, the only man upon the gerudo for the past hundred years, he was just as human as he was! Couldn't he have been redeemed, what was wrong with him, WHAT DID HE DO!? WHY DID HE The grin had slipped slightly, but he made sure to bring it back up, keeping the joyful atmosphere up around him. "So, any questions, lads?" He asked.

Many hands raised at once, and Wind knew that he'd be in for a loooong night filled with questions he'd be more than willing to answer.

[zorilleerrant]

here's some characters I think people should write more of:

asian who is not any part white. and also looks asian

asian man who isn't queer in any way and has a completely normative relationship type. also the relationship is loving and mutually supportive. and no one is shocked by this they just let them do that

black man who is a good dad

black woman who is married

native who is not like. doing smoke ring magic

muslim who is devout. but just not an asshole about it

buddhists and/or hindus

of figures randomly selected from across the entire planet, someone who is not american

sociopath who is not evil

character with a dissociative disorder who is not evil, and also doesn't gain some superpower from their alters, or it's secretly a magic spell or something

character taking psychiatric medication who is not evil

character with burn or pox scars who is not evil

character with a missing arm who is not evil

competent fat character

bisexual who is gay married. and it's not like. a thing

aroallo character

binary trans children. nonbinary adults

it/its human character

teenager who is pregnant from having consensual sex on purpose many times without protection. and not slutshamed for it. but also with some commentary on need for better sex ed. and not blaming it on the pregnant teen

mom who is bad. but not like evil. just bad at it

woman with no love interest. she's not against having a love interest or dedicating herself to a higher purpose than having a love interest or pining away for a lost love interest or waiting for the right love interest to come along and sweep her off her feet. she just doesn't have one and it's not a thing

character with good parents who instilled the values of being a hero, neither coercing the kid nor abandoning them to it

BAMF chick who likes fashion somewhat

lady wizard

charming talking forest creature who is an asshole

alien who. does not have a sex-gender binary in their culture. like not a nonbinary alien or an alien from a species that is 'all male' or 'all female' or whatever the hell. not an alien where their binarist gender roles look different or The Females are in control or whatever. aliens that have a different set of sexes. or have genders that aren't based on sex at all

robot with a specific gender but no humanoid form

time traveler who is wildly off about the years that historical events took place, but within the right era (current)

hidden world, second world, or alternate world character who. does not have modern western political stances

character with a job specific to their story that isn't a job we have (or have as much of) here and now

nerd character who is. correct. about their fandom

[arlathvhenan]

Atomic jitters. Phhhhft yeah ok Boomers.

You think you guys had a rough time what with your thriving economy, reasonable cost of living, and bountiful job market?

Millennials, Zooms, and whatever the heck were calling the one after that—oh boy we WISH it stopped with Atomic jitters.

Let’s see we’ve got…

plagues

a decimated economy

an increasingly hostile job market

government approved conspiracy nut jobs inciting domestic terrorism

skyrocketing cost of living

skyrocketing cost of education

wages that can’t cover the cost of either no matter how hard we work

influencers shilling scamcoin and other garbage to children

AI paranoia

criminally sadistic cops that roll through communities in tanks and battle gear like fucking Mad Max villains

Asshole public officials who go on social media to start shit with other world leaders

Shitty healthcare

Shitty infrastructure

Actual fucking Nazis just doing their fucked up thing out in the open

Most if our ‘leaders’ are openly perverts, rapists, racists, and cowards

Our world is dying but I guess fat old white guys being able to afford their fifth yatch is more important than the future of our entire species

Terminally stupid rich people pissing away millions of dollars just to blow up rocket ships, get bullied on Twitter, and fucking implode themselves on DIY submarines

Corporations that are so openly evil they may as well be Resident Evil villains

Encroaching dystopia

Fucking genocide

Disgusting and persistent failures of the shit show we call a justice system

Actual domestic traitors who sold out their own country for a buck and went on to face zero consequences, one of whom was the fucking president at the time

Our lives are empty

Our communities are dying

AND we also got us a new Cold War so you can bet we’ve got those Atomic Jitters, too.

And this stuff isn’t just happening in the background. It’s in our faces. Constantly. Every day. And for some of us it’s been like that since birth. You guys fucked up our world, fucked up our home, fucked up our brains, and fucked up our economy.

TLDR; Fuck you, Boomers. We’re tired of your shit.

[woomycritiques543]

I really hope they don't turn the 7 archangels into just some random assholes.

If anything I hope they don't make the 7 archangels at all because it would be confusing about what their roles are and they'll just turn them into just entertainment factor and to make hell's royal family look like good people

Hrm...

Seems to be the case so far seeing how Adam is in charge of the exterminators and such, when they could have easily.... I dont know.... had made an actually nuanced villain? What's with this series and giving their characters victim complexes while making the "villains" as generic and predictably evil as possible unless they also give them victim complexes or Sad Backstory 2.0? It becomes too predictable in my opinion, both with Stella, Adam, and to an extent Valentino.

I know I know, not all villains "need" depth, but in a show about being "nuanced" you'd think that there would'nt be so many pitty parties and black and white morals slapped onto both shows. That- and all of the baffingly toxic messages slapped on top of it.

Really not looking forward to Adam (unless ironically) so far....

Also, using him to manipulate people into not listening to anyone with concerns about Hazbin Hotel's body image by using your headcannons that Adam is "fat" (when theres legit no actual proof of this since he's wearing a giant coat.)? Are we really going to use headcannons to be that petty people? You're almost in your thirties- what are you doing?! Lmao! Hell, the only reason why, knowing Hazbin, the show would do that is just to either make jokes at the expense of his weight or to show how "diverse" they are while having the only actually plus size character be the villain. It's such a stupid excuse to cover up criticism- and of course, Spindlehorse liked the post with the manipulative speech because they the fuck not, not like they've been shutting down criticism and emotionally manipulating their audience since day one! Why actually try to be phyiscally diverse as an artist when you can have other people do it for you, for background characters- because only twinks and 80's barbies allowed for your ocs! Oh yeah- and like the post of people trying to manipulate people by labelling the skinnywashers and the people with reasonable critiques as the "same" people. Because of course try to manipulate people into invalidating people's concerns- because as we all know, Vivziepop is our lord and savior, she is our god, and if you say anything that isnt praise im going to send my freinds after you, and laugh at you for crying about it- because fuck empathy too, your soul, your very being, belongs to Vivziepop! Submit. 😃 /j

[eisforeidolon]

I don't want to be like, this whole "repressed Dean" thing comes down to very specific agendas, from very specific niches, but...... the whole repressed Dean thing comes down to very specific agendas, from very specific niches. I certainly am not going to accuse this fandom of being able to intellectually, emotionally understand a story, nor of having great reading comprehension. But even still, a lot of where this idea comes from isn't a complete inability, but rather, a complete unwillingness to see the story properly. And I do believe a LOT of that is from the destiel shippers. Their whole shtick is, if Dean isn't having and sharing the feelings that they want him to, then....... they're just going to pretend he's not sharing any feelings, so they can pretend there's lots of feelings there, beneath the surface, that he has, thereby giving them license to project all their shippy fantasies onto him 🙄

There is also certainly the whole "dean crit" aspect of it. Some cliques like to act as if Dean is the evil, violent monster, very contrary to what we see onscreen, and that Sam is super well adjusted, and only in the hunting life because Dean FORCED him, which is just not true. I think it's pretty clear that no one's forcing Sam to hunt, or do anything, lol

Plus, there's this whole thing where Dean gets treated as a blank state for some reason, and I truly hate that. Some people need to erase all of his canonical features, and project onto him their personal ideas of who he is, so they can relate to him, feel okay about "stanning" a straight, white man (pretending to stan, rather, because at that point, it becomes clear that they don't care about the actual character, they just care about the imaginary character they've made up in their heads, for some unknown reason). I often remember with equal parts revulsion and bafflement a post saying something along the lines of "Dean is gay, trans, autistic, fat and ugly, and if you don't believe this, you're an asshole".

All that to say is, it's certainly baffling that fanon strays so far from canon on this topic, but somehow, the reasons behind it are even more convoluted and stupid 🤦🏻‍♀️

You're right and you should say it. There is an extent to which I do think there is a more general issue with fans in this fandom just taking things the characters say at face value despite what their actions show in contraction. It comes up in meta and discussion of all kinds of other aspects and events, too. Which I do think is just sometimes purely bad interpretation, but a lot of the time it does come down to pre-existing agendas - they don't see beyond the surface assertions because they don't want to look because they already see what they prefer.

There's no question a very big part of this particular discussion comes from factions of fans fixated on what they think Dean is or want Dean to be, rather than what he is shown to be. And yes, as is often the case, hellers are the ones spouting some of the most context-ignorant distorted interpretations with their whole chests as gospel canon truth.

[slytherwrites]

falling through the air // i wonder how can this be fair?

Rating: T

Warning: Ocean's superiority complex and canon child death's

Summary: Ocean O'Connell-Rosenberg, following tradition.

“Ocean, it’s tradition, is it not?” Noel Gruber’s sickly, splotchy yellow-white smile reflects back to the redheaded head of the St Cassian’s Chamber Choir. He’s a head taller than her and with his combed over and gelled hair looks like evil tried to stuff himself inside of a used car salesman. Though, Ocean will admit, his perfectly pristine uniform is probably contributing to how he looks. 

She sighs. Noel’s always been an asshole. He tries to one-up her any chance he gets but everyone knows that he’s just the melodramatic, woe-is me little boy who’s still upset that the world doesn’t revolve around him.

Her best friend Constance slides her fat, greasy hand into Ocean’s. She clearly didn’t wipe it off after the disgusting fried food she ate and now it’s contaminated Ocean herself. Honestly, this place is worse than the fucking Americans. At least their fairs aren’t cold.

“C’mon Oshe, it’ll be fun!” Constance uses a nickname Ocean hates. Her name is two syllables, five letters. It doesn’t need to be shorter.

“You only live once, you know.” Mischa chimes in, “YOLO, as the rappers say.”

Ocean hides in the want to roll her eyes. Honestly, this choir is a failing effort, but the more clubs the better when colleges are concerned. Then she can get her and her family out of this dying town.

Ricky smiles at her, trying to convince her as well. She smiles at him, then morphs her face into fake concern. He’s her ticket out.

“But what about Ricky?” Ocean asks, “He obviously can’t go on the rollercoaster. I’ll stay behind with him.”

“We can at least ask if he can go on.” Noel keeps his cheshire smile pointed at her. He sees through her act, “It would be a shame if the five of us can’t do this.”

A figure whips their head to them and Ricky twitches his lip, as if he’s going to say something, but Ocean misses it as Constance starts what she calls running, dragging her friend with her.

Soon, the group gets up to the top of the podium. Ocean’s seated in between someone she didn't notice before and Constance’s large figure. Finally allowing herself to roll her eyes and express disappointment, she lets the leering carnie push down the metal bar. Her hands go over the hold and she grips for dear life.

[alan-p-49]

Ok if blood boy was ever a live action here's what I'd want for the cast

Jason: this needs to be a brand new actor fresh out of college. He can't be older than 25 bc the actor needs to channel edgy teenager. It would be cool if this actor has the same mental illnesses as Jason and same with a nonbinary or an agender person or anyone who is apagender. Despite me drawing Jason as a white twink that is honestly not a requirement kinda like how Miles Morales is a thing and I wouldn't mind him being fat too

Zaccharie: I would say Elliot Page but he's like in his 40's now but basically a young actor who is trans and Hispanic/Latino (if Elliot Page was possible that's fine if it was excluded but I love his style of acting and that should just give you the idea). He can be dark skin too

Lilith: she could either be an old woman or a young girl and if there's an option for a child actor (that wasn't forced by their parents and just joined bc she wanted to play an evil CEO and the parents did the concent for her btw) that would be hilarious and just explain in the script that she over did her age regression gene therapy. Can be trans, queer and POC. She needs to have fun acting evil but not be an asshole beyond the shooting

Captain Hopkins: middle aged man. Has to be white. This is one of the few white characters that have a race requirement (the other one is Steven). Needs to love batman bc that's his anchor on what Hopkins is plus if Batman was a bigot

Steven: a stunt man. Has to be white bc he's supposed to give the first impression of a good Christian man that the bigots cling on before the big reveal that Steven is bi. Bonus points if the stunt man has religious trauma

Carlos: needs to be about the same age as for the actor for Steven and needs to be Hispanic/Latino and is built like a wrestler. Besides that go crazy

Mikayla: has to be black. 30-40's. If you have the budget get like a well known black actress. Doesn't have to be cis. Can be played by a drag queen if the cast is already quirky (in this case the child actor for Lilith is a must. You can't just have one quirky choice for a character and leave it off at that you must commit!)

That's all I can think of but those are basically the main cast anyways so

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

Murder is Immoral,

God or No God

Stephen Jay Morris

6/15/2024

©Scientific Morality

Laws are made either by authoritarian dictates or democratic consensus. If anybody tells you that the only legitimate law maker is God, they are suffering from some mental disorder, like covert narcissistic personality disorder. Most dictators will tell you they know what is best for everyone. Do they? Fuck no, they don’t! Like for many people, their egos lie to them.

Nowadays, you hear the phrase, “strong man.” Being insensitive is the zenith of manhood. Being authoritarian will get things done. Those who are intransigent to that fallacy always find out, sooner or later, that the emperor has no clothes. That’s right! Americans found out that Donald Trump, who was president of the U.S. for four years, was not a macho man, but a pussy! I might remind you that God would never send an obnoxious asshole to earth to redeem the sins of man. If so, he would have sent Don Rickles instead of Jesus to save humanity.

Most Americans have fantasies of a superhero saving the world. Trump is so fat that he could never get into a Superman outfit! I’ve got sad news for you: no hero or God is going to save you. The only thing that can save the world is solidarity of its people. No matter what that hag, Ayn Rand said, humans helping humans is a virtue. Attempting to help yourself while you are having a heart attack is not noble, but outright stupid. Get some help! Call 911, knucklehead! 

When I was 13 years old, that was an age of discovery for me. I was introduced to all sorts of new things I’d never conceived. Everything was exciting and challenging. I was never judged by a prime minister who was worried that I would join the Communist Party. What do I mean? Imagine, at 13, you were killed by an Israeli soldier because the Likud Party saw you as a rodent that must be exterminated. You were only 13 years old! You were killed because of the fears of a superstitious nationalist! Were you later proven to be a potential terrorist who would join Hamas?  There was no evidence to support that! Or, BAM! A building falls on your head. It’s all over for you! Is it righteous to kill anyone in your way for the reason of self-defense? That’s not being strong. That is being an obnoxious bully! What about shooting a gun, or punching someone in the mouth? No, no, a million times no! You want to know what being strong is? During the Civil Rights movement of the 60’s, non-violent protestors were instructed not to physically resist. Even if a cop was beating you with a Billy club, you were to let the blood flow. Are you strong enough to do that? Only cowards use guns and other weapons.

Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu is going to end up like the Afrikaner president F.W. de��Klerk, a disgraced leader who is now forgotten. South Africa was Israel’s biggest ally. They learned about Apartheid from White South Africans. Never befriend a devil or you will burn like him in hell!

Is it all right to kill someone because God told you to do it? Is that moral? First, no one has established the fact that God exists. Did God give you a permission notice? Why would God do that anyway, since he is, allegedly, the all-powerful being in the universe? What?! God is testing your loyalty to him? I thought God could read your mind. I don’t know if God is allowed to kill, but murder is grand theft. Wasn’t it God who said, “Thou shalt not steal”? What Israel is doing to the people of Gaza is immoral!

Funny, you never see the word, “moral” in the Bible. As far as the etymonline of the word “moral” goes, it didn’t appear until 1752 in France. So, there is no such thing as morality in the Bible.

In the final analysis, Netanyahu can reference the Bible all he wants, but what he is doing is illegal and evil.

[sharks-sharks-sharks]

A lot of Christians I've met are hateful¹ but that is not following your scripture, or what Jesus would want.

Wasn't Jesus' entire thing was to be accepting of everyone²? he died for your sins, can't you accept his ways and show compassion to everyone despite what other things the bible may say?

I feel, it's important to mention that the bible isn't even directly God's word, it was written by man, and man cannot be perfect. The bible has a good amount of contradictions³, it is not a book of rules, more a guideline, we should follow the main ideas it teaches.

The bible condemns a lot of things⁴ which followers seem to ignore, so why not ignoring the condemning of homosexuality? There is no good excuse for bigotry, nobody should be using their beliefs to be hateful to others.

¹In my personal experience, a lot of Christians I have encountered have held a lot of hate in their heart, one side of my family is Christian (white side) they hold biases against some groups of people for no apparent reason outside of racism, I know that there are nice Christians, I know some nice Christians, but it's just drowned out by all the bad.

²Matthew 9:10-17, Mark 2:15-22, and Luke 5:29-39: The Pharisee rebuke Jesus for eating with sinners, to which Jesus responds, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick." Jesus shows mercy as opposed to self-righteous judgment.

Luke 6:35 Jesus said, “Love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the ungrateful and the evil”

³Example: Genesis chapter 1 says the first man and woman were made at the same time, and after the animals. But Genesis chapter 2 gives a different order of creation: man, then the animals, and then woman.

⁴Examples:

- no eating pig, rabbit, camel, shellfish, lobster, clams, oysters, urchins, fat, blood, certain birds, ect. (Leviticus 11:4, 11:10, 3:17, 11:13-20)

- no mixed fabrics (Leviticus 19:19)

- no short hair (Leviticus 19:27)

- no grudges (Leviticus 19:18)

- if you cheat you go to hell (Leviticus 20:10)

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All of this to say, don't use Christianity to be an asshole or I'll find you xx

[returntosaturn271995]

Excerpts From Kasher In The Rye: The True Tale of a White Boy from Oakland Who Became a Drug Addict, Criminal, Mental Patient, and Then Turned 16

“As you go back through the creaky secret rooms of your memory, you find places damaged by time and neglect.”

“t gave me a private thrill to know that I wasn’t the only piece of damaged machinery out there.”

“My mom told me stories of how scared she was, of how he threw her around, but to be honest, I never believed her. It wasn’t until years later, when I started throwing her around myself, that I thought there might be something to the story”

“I found a wall calendar in a pile of his stuff as my family and I did that sick divvying of the loot that happens when someone dies”

“My mother is a third-generation divorcée”

“addicted to being right” (What makes people need it?)

“To this day I cannot think of psychoanalysis without picturing turtlenecks.”

“What bullshit. I wasn’t too angry. I should have killed him for saying so.”

“This was my chance to ruin everything. I loved doing that.”

“I was angry, of course I was. I also worshiped him a bit, of course I did.”

“I slowly started sharpening my tongue on the whetstone of Oakland Public Schools. If I couldn’t win all the fights, I’d certainly win all the rounds of verbal sparring. People fucked with me so I learned how to fuck right back. I started to hone the questionable skill set of the class clown. In short, I became an asshole.”

“ I transitioned smoothly between angry out-of-control kid into frightened out-of-control kid”

“I could tell questions were out of the question.”

“People called me the Gandhi of the playground. Wait, no they didn’t, they called me white bitch”

“The world looked like my underdeveloped oyster.”

“The victim of frequent, severe, man-sized beatings at the hands of his father, eventually his personality fractured into so many pieces that he just picked them up and shaped them into whatever fit the situation best”

“I fucking remember that—believe me, you would, too.”

“ They tell you that you feel loopy and disoriented, but no one tells you that it crawls through your skin, filling in every place of deficit, every gaping crack where your humanity didn’t fuse.”

“You know how parties are supposed to be fun? Now imagine the opposite of that.”

“My father took himself so seriously because no one else did.”

“St. Ides, the patron saint of cirrhosis”

“Our circle of normalcy included four of the seven layers of Hell”

“DJ always became somewhat more articulate when he was finding a way to call me fat. The Lakota Sioux called me “Swims with T-Shirt”. 

“DJ, perhaps too dumb to be afraid, broke the silence, turning to me and saying, “Fats, you at the end of the line. You’ll slow us down.” Fats complied”

“I firmly believe that everyone should get punched in the face at least once in their life. It builds character. Getting your ass kicked teaches you that your body isn’t a glass menagerie figurine that could shatter at any trauma. You gotta get lumped up sometimes. Then heal and know you are all right.”

“He laughed like the universe.”

Urban psychedelia

“Her eyebrow twitched and I could feel her set her clinical phasers to kill mode and gear up”

“She grinned and I wanted to rip her face off with my mind.”

“a first-class sociopath.” First-class. I guess if you’re going to be evil, best to do it in style.”

“the topical anesthetic I’d been dabbing at my life was starting to wear off.”

“There was something I found so phenomenally satisfying about the process of cracking a therapist’s professional armor.”

“I’d knock “shave and a haircut,” and he’d answer back, “two bits.” I guess we did that just to let each other know that someone else was there who understood. One night I knocked and no one answered. Nate was gone. He’d been released. That night, I cried myself to sleep, hyperventilating, terrified, and I really didn’t know why.”

“My grandfather, Dick the Dick, had been an English professor at a local community college. Lecturing on such topics as “Spousal Abuse: How to Do It!”

“The Seneca Center for the Severely Emotionally Disturbed Youngster”

“I’ll tell you, there is nothing quite so distracting to a lecture on the Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria as the low, deep thudding of a severely emotionally disturbed youngster’s head repeatedly slamming against an inadequately padded cell door.”

“Fuck it is the great battle cry of the drug addict.”

“I stole like an animal. Oh wait, animals don’t steal”

“My mom starts screaming at me, “You’re high! What are you on?!? What are you on?!?” Which is like the worst thing ever to scream at a dude who’s freaking out because he’s high.”

“The moment you sink to a new low is the same moment that your conscience becomes compromised to the point that it won’t rebel against the indignity you are putting it through.”

“Life was the wound. Life seared and stung. The world stung. I was born a mess of paper cuts, the world was a pool of lemon juice I’d been shot into. So I found drugs, I found a painkiller that made me able to ignore the wound. I could walk upright. I could go forward. I could navigate the acidic reality. Of course, if you are wounded, and you find a medicine that makes you numb, you don’t correct for the wound.”

“There came a point where I was all wound. I couldn’t see where I stopped and where the wound began”

“The great irony of the addict is that the thing he takes, which is the only thing that has ever made life feel good, stops working long before he considers the possibility of life without it. That first day I’d gotten high, I’d promised myself a life where I’d never stop. I never wanted to not feel that way again. The fact that I hadn’t felt that good in years hardly registered with me.”

“I was going to save him. I never considered he wouldn’t let me. Or that it wasn’t my business to.”

[posttexasstressdisorder]

WITH A STACK OF MONEY LITERALLY STICKING OUT OF HIS COAT POCKET.

GOOD GAWDZ, WHAT A HIDEOUSLY BULBOUS CREATURE.