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spacerockfloater · 6 months ago

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Hi spacerockfloater!

I've been scrolling through your posts, and I must say, you have done a phenomenal job debating Team Black and Alicent Antis! I think I must have liked almost every one of your Team Green posts. I love the way you are critical of both sides and your in-depth analysis of various scenes throughout the show.

My question is how do you feel about Alicole in season 2 after watching the first episode? I was disappointed that there was no buildup to their sex scene or their relationship as a whole. I was satisfied with their courtly love last season, but extremely disappointed after watching S2.

I've recently started posting pro alicent/pro alicole discussions myself, though before, I was just reblogging them. Team Black stans claim that they don't have any problem with Alicent shagging Cole, (loll). What they don't like is her mocking Rhaenyra for doing the same with Harwin, and I feel like some TG stans are agreeing with that take.

How do you feel about Alicent being called a hypocrite for doing the same thing she called out Rhaenyra for? And how do you refute Team Black when they bring this up?

(Basically, this is me trying get some debate lessons from you lmao)

Forgive me for making this post so long! I hope it isn't a hassle!! :)))

You are literally the sweetest, I beam every time I get a notification from you! Thank you so much for enjoying the content of my blog! It’s no hassle at all, I’d love to explain my views on Alicole. Please remember that this is solely my own interpretation and I hope that it helps you develop your own opinion on their relationship regardless of whether you agree or disagree with me! I hope my post helps you win in the debates to come dearest!

To begin with, I’ve posted a lot of rants about Alicole like this, this, this and this, with this being my best analysis on them. Generally, I’ve spoken a lot about them recently but I’ll try to summarise my thoughts in one post as best as I can.

Okay so, Alicole is my favourite ship in HOTD. Their chemistry when they have conversations together is unmatched. Not only that, but individually, they are both amazing characters in their own right and they share a lot of parallels. They are both victims of the Targaryen dynasty and they both did what their abusers expected them to do, only to end up hated and rejected regardless. What I liked about them together is how soft yet driven and unwavering they were. Despite being wronged, they patiently endured it because they had faith in themselves and trusted that justice would be served. They weren’t desperate. There was a calm yet strong power within them. I loved the way their connection blossomed during the first season. Watching Alicent pull Criston up while they were both at the lowest point of their lives (Alicent’s father leaving, meaning she was completely alone at court and Criston having broken his oath for nothing, while his secret was out and threatened his life) and him responding to her call and rising to stand besides her, was the pinnacle of romance for me. The understanding Alicent shows Criston and the fierce loyalty Criston has for Alicent makes them such a power couple.

In season one, I loved their glances towards one another, their conversations, their agreement on several subjects. I loved that Criston was the first person Alicent called to when she was wronged on Driftmark, because she knew he would do right by her. And I loved that Criston, despite his devotion to Alicent, still felt that he had enough authority to not obey a wish of hers that he thought unfair, but immediately launched forward when she and Nyra got into a fight, taking three other guards to hold him back. Like you, I, too, was a fan of their courtly love and the subtle romance that was building up between them. In the end, they both have sexual and religious trauma, and they deserve to overcome it and live for themselves.

That being said, I think their relationship was treated awfully in the second season. Alicole becoming canon was used as a weapon to enhance the negative feelings the majority of the audience harboured for them, not as a way to explore their personalities further. All the emotional aspect of their relationship has been scrapped off and what’s left behind is that twisted, carnal side of it. Not gonna lie, I used to love watching their scenes together but now I am filled with dread every time they’re on screen because “Oh God, what if it is another sex scene?”. At this point, we have more Alicole sex scenes than we have of Daemyra and they’re purposely doing that to make us dislike them.

The whole reason that I found Alicent and Criston’s relationship so intriguing is because it was a deeper, state-of-mind type of relationship that was based on their common beliefs and experiences, which was a stark contrast to Daemon and Rhaenyra’s catastrophic passion.

And it just doesn’t make sense for a woman whose every sexual experience in her life so far has been rape to run to another man’s arms so suddenly in our eyes. You’re telling me that this girl who was tortured with her own body by not one, but two men, is suddenly all in for casual and hateful sex? I mean, ok I guess, we all react differently to trauma and maybe I’m misinterpreting Alicent’s character and projecting my own ideas on her, but then again I don’t think so. I am much more inclined to believe that this was done on purpose to please the Blacks’ fans. I mean, don’t we remember when Tyrion calls himself a fool for not clocking that a woman who was just sexually assaulted would not jump into his bed immediately after? What happened to that? I get that a woman that hasn’t had intercourse in years, considering Viserys’s health issues and all that, being in need of intimacy but they made it happen too fast.

I would have liked seeing them slowly fall for one another, them touching hands secretly, soft hugs, Alicent’s head on Criston’s chest. I would have liked seeing them ponder on the uncertainty that’s looming over them because “What’s going to happen now? What does the future hold for us?”. But then again, I understand that Condal’s intention is for us to hate them, not to make us like them more, because God forbid someone who’s not up Rhaenyra’s ass is likeable. Overall, I think Ryan generally enjoys using the Greens’s desires to ridicule them. The Alicole sex scenes, Aemond visiting the brothel, the mention of Aegon’s and Helaena’s married life, it all serves as a means to diminish them and embarrass them. Even the way the Alicole sex scenes are filmed, the angle of the camera, the positions, their content, is all just used to make us laugh at them, not to find them sexy, unlike Daemyra’s scenes.

So to summarise my thoughts on them, I am a big fan of Alicole the way they were portrayed in S1, but I do not like the way things escalated between them in S2 in the slightest so far (and that’s probably what Condal wanted anyways). I needed to see more of their romance building up before it turned physical.

Now, when it comes to Team Black calling them hypocrites, at this point I just roll my eyes at them because there’s no reason to argue with a fool. Alicent would have been a hypocrite if she hated Rhaenyra for having sex out of wedlock, but that’s not why she was pissed at her. She criticised her because she was seen in a pleasure house losing her virginity to her own uncle, which is indecent behaviour to say the least and could damage her reputation and her claim to the throne, not to say that it was a big “Fuck you” to Alicent’s face who had toiled hard to get Nyra the opportunity to marry any man in the kingdom, despite Rhaenyra’s hatred for her. She was also angry at her for lying in order to convince her to defend her to Viserys, which ultimately resulted in her father getting fired, a decision she deeply regrets when she finds out that her friend used her. And finally, she is judgemental of her producing bastards, flaunting them around, claiming they are legitimate when they’re clearly not and pushing her own children further down the line of succession. Alicent might not agree with Rhaenyra having sex with other men, that is true, but her hatred and criticism is directed at the effect Rhaenyra’s actions have on her and her family! Alicent has good reason to disapprove of Rhaenyra’s careless behaviour because it directly harms her, she does not criticise Rhaenyra simply for her extramarital activities. People who fail to see that just want to blindly hate on Alicent. Also, Alicent has done her duty. She was loyal to her husband, she gave him children, practically worked as his nurse for years. What duty is she breaking by sleeping with Cole? What else should she be sacrificing? Her relationship with him affects only him and her. Finally, Criston’s ascension symbolises his rebirth into Alicent’s protector. He exists, now, only to serve her interests. He tells her in the last episode that he can never atone for his sins, meaning that he has accepted his mistakes and knows that there’s no point in trying to erase them now. The man that thought his honour is the most important thing in the world died the day Rhaenyra equated him to a whore. I do not understand people’s obsession with wanting Criston to maintain his oath of celibacy, a vow he gave to the family that used him for sex? Sounds like rape apology to me. Him having sex now does not diminish the trauma he went through or how important his oath and honour were to him back then, nor does it minimise the importance of his suicide attempt. It disgusts me to hear people say that. It just shows that Criston has finally more to live for and that he’s retaking his life in his hands again.

Alicent having consensual sex that affects no one in her 40’s, after she birthed 4 children and became a widow, is not the same as Rhaenyra going to a brothel, losing her virginity to her uncle and her guard in the same night, lying that she didn’t, having sex with her uncle on his wife’s and her baby daddy’s funeral and pretending her children have a claim to the throne. Using the “Where’s duty? Where’s sacrifice?” line against Alicent carries the same energy as the Phantom of the Opera mocking Raoul as he chokes him by telling him to “Order [his] fine horses now!” because he was jealous of Raoul when he called his horses to take Christine on a date, something the Phantom could not do. Both of these lines being used against those who said them originally only show the pettiness of the mockers, because Alicent is not dismissing any duties or sacrifices by having sex with Criston, same as Raoul was not flaunting his wealth when he called for his carriage. The Team Black stans who use this line, just like the Phantom, are simply demonstrating their own jealousy and insecurities by trying to make fun of Alicent in a way that doesn’t even make sense. She has made sacrifices aplenty, her duty is fulfilled and now her watch has ended.

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iheartgod175 · 1 year ago

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Some Thoughts!

Man, I haven’t done a post like this in a while! But I figured I might as well before I work on one of my numerous WIPs XD

—So, I’ve been back on a Zula Patrol kick like you wouldn’t believe. Though that should be obvious with all the memes I’ve been making, haha! I promise this won’t become a Zula Patrol only blog, haha!

—I’ll be working on building my graphic design/editing skills so I can properly redesign my blogs ^^ You can expect a few graphics throughout the month! :)

—Chapter 4 of The Zula Patrol: Dreamscape Crusade Remastered is also coming along pretty nicely. I’ve been enjoying adding the layers of mystery and horror to the world that Multo ends up in. Oh, and a couple of new characters are making their appearance, too. And that’s all I’m going to say about the subject!

—I’ve also been steadily working on Love Language for the last couple of months. I thought FOR SURE that I’d be posting its first chapter by the end of the month, but life happened—not to mention that I keep coming up with MORE headcanons for Multo and Zeeter that I just have to write down and put in the story. XD Also, the story’s grown to the point where I had to break it up into FIVE chapters, now, with the fifth being the actual conclusion. This story’s been so fun to work on, and I hope you’ll all enjoy it when I finally publish it.

—That being said, I did have a few insecurities regarding the writing of Love Language. I wondered if anybody would actually read this story since 1. ZP isn’t a very well-known cartoon, and 2. Even for rarepair standards, Multo/Zeeter sure seems like it came out of left field. And for about a few weeks, I did leave it alone, out of worry that nobody would read it. But then I came across posts in my feed that said that it’s important to write the stories that you’d like to read, even if they don’t get any readership, because telling your story is what matters. I’ve dealt with this a lot since writing all of my stories, namely my Zula Patrol series. And while I struggle with it occasionally, I’m not going to let that whole “nobody will probably read this” mentality stop me from writing about these goofy aliens, and my favorite opposites-attract ship, of which I’m the sole captain.

—While I’ve been working on Blazin’ Trails content off and on, I’m having a deuce of a time trying to work on the final chapter of the original BT. I’ll literally sit down and open the document, looking for something to leap out at me and inspire me to work…but nothing’s working. And I really want to get things started with Blazin’ Trails Redux as well…*sigh*

—As for Super Why stuff, I’m looking forward to seeing the new shorts that are debuting next month! I got to see the first short, and it’s adorable. And I also can’t wait to see more of Power Paige in action! I just really hope that Woofster and Alpha Pig aren’t written out of the show :(

—Speaking of PBS Kids stuff…I kinda sorta got back into both WordGirl and Arthur. GOD, I feel old! And now, I’m half-tempted to have WG guest star in SRBA like Santiago will. The SRBA ‘verse? More like Into the Reader-verse, LOL XD

—Sodor Magic Crusaders MAY be getting an update in the near future. I thought about working on it for the first time in months, and I remembered that I only have a few episodes left until I can get to write the second season.

—Slowly but surely getting back into Honkai Impact 3rd. I still haven’t gotten a chance to watch the part 2 trailer, but it looks like it’s gonna be interesting!

—One thing’s for sure. Power Paige will definitely appear in the SRBA ‘verse. I just have to figure out what her backstory would be as well as her powers and what kind of fighting style she’d have. I know for sure it won’t be a sword—we already have four sword fighters in SRBA thus far (Super Why, Presto, Muse and Jackson).

—In Super Why news, I HAVE been working on the fifth chapter bit by bit, and I’d like to say that it’s about 65% finished. I don’t think it’ll be quite as long as the last update, but I don’t want to speak too soon ^^;

—I haven’t drawn anime in ages, not since I first started uploading on DeviantArt. And I admit, the pic that I’m going to post of Usagi isn’t the best..but you know what? Screw it! The only way I can improve is to practice, even if it’s wonky or incorrect! ^^

#hanna-barbera #the zula patrol #super why #sailor moon #pbs kids #ramblings

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terraliensvent · 3 months ago

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It's the first time for me posting here I wanted to share my thoughts on the Oil situation even if I might be late to the party lol... I'm scared to share things on these kind of blogs-

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I believe that Xil is a dangerous person currently, especially because of their current tastes in OCS designs.

Persé they didn't do anything to get them called very serious names, people shouldn't jump to that conclusion immediately, but they should be reprehended for the things they posted and said.

Their actions are extremely harmful and recognized as harmful for minors. Especially because their influence can make said minors migrate to dangerous places out of pure curiosity and/or because a person with influence said "it's not that bad". No Xil.. that's bad, very bad. They should understand what kind of power as a moderator they have over people.

Latex is not sexual alone, Xil is correct.. but people will not look at the singular thing of an artwork or oc, but the context and the context of that SD is around BDSM gear at worst and Dominatrix/Dom kink at best.

(you don't buy/commission/look at OCS and art because of 1 singular thing everyone looks at the general context of the digital good. Both aesthetic, theme and context whise.)

Going to a more technical side of the situation:

BDSM, to my knowledge can be counted as "harmful and obscene" material, which can be reported to the authority. Of course it depends on the type and intensity but Xil might be found guilty to at least exposing kids to these kind of materials and can be possibly get at least a charge of misdemeanor or pay idk a 1000$ fee or something.

I'm not saying they will or should, but they should be mindful to what they share as it can be technically reported to the authorities.

Not only that but they can encourage others to take harmful actions on minors, such as showing more contents of that nature at best and actual enabling grooming at the very wrost from third party people out of their knowledge and control.

They can also encourage minors to do these kind of actions towards other minors which is illegal.

I'm not saying Xil will do so, but it can happen! We can't just brush it off because "eh there's the 1% of it happening" as adults it's our responsibility to not let things happen especially mods and staff or to brush it under the rug.

(this is according to my current knowledge, please don't take it as legal advice or anything to attack them do not harass anyone.)

I leave these sites in case someone wants to educate themselves on the matters, please do, as these things are very serious and dangerous. Protect yourself and know your rights especially you kids! The internet in dangerous and 2024 should be the wakeup call for how many are getting exposed for these kind of things.

https://www.patitucelaw.com/blog/2024/april/furnishing-harmful-or-obscene-materials-to-minor/

https://app.leg.wa.gov/RCW/default.aspx?cite=9.68A

More general things for minors here:

https://www.vic.gov.au/sexting

https://www.roanokecriminalattorney.com/sexting-child-pornography-laws-united-states/

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Going to Smile Demons.

Them not wishing/wanting for the species to be turned to a 18+ species can enable and create a very concerning and unsafe environment for minors.

Popularity online it's not an excuse to enable harmful and dangerous behavior as it's not only Xil the sole member part the terra/SD species. Xil should be more then aware as a moderator or staff member in general that third party people can have and will have bad intents!

Toyhouse does have people like that, never forget the reality of the world we live in, and on the internet everyone can be a monster under the sheep's clothing.

Never, never sacrifice who's most vulnerable safety's for your personal interest.

Smile Demons are quite visibly a species aimed for 18+ audiences.

Xil not wishing or suggest such change just because of frivolous reasons are very red flaggy behaviors and Xil should be quite ashamed of themselves ngl.

I give them the benefit of the doubt because Xil is 18 and they probably don't know any better yet. But 18 it's a serious age now and people will use it to judge how they behave. But I believe they can do better as anyone can, they aren't horrible for what they believe currently, their brain is still developing.

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My final general thoughts:

Please, please PLEASE adults.. stop sharing things with minors. They are not developed enough to handle things, please find people your age. Don't vent to minors, don't share kinks with minors, don't expose them to harmful topics.

For minors, please don't engage in harmful behavior and do not migrate in dangerous places because of pure curiosity or because you think you're mature for your age. No you're not, stay in safe circles and educate yourselves on your country laws! Not only for personal knowledge but so you know the consequences and actions you must take if something happens. Also please stop sharing things between yourselves is illegal.

Stay safe everyone and God forbid people keep your preferences to yourselves smh.

I care to repeat though, to not harass anyone, spread knowledge yes but don't aggressively go to people with it or they will never learn or accept it.

If they refuse: report, block and move on.

I'm sorry blog owner, if this was a heavy topic but I wanted to let go of this thoughts of mine from the start i got knowledge of the situation.

links provided:

https://www.patitucelaw.com/blog/2024/april/furnishing-harmful-or-obscene-materials-to-minor/

https://app.leg.wa.gov/RCW/default.aspx?cite=9.68A

https://www.vic.gov.au/sexting

https://www.roanokecriminalattorney.com/sexting-child-pornography-laws-united-states/

this is a very good post anon, and i agree with a lot of what youve said here

this isnt saying Xil is actively a groomer or targeting minors, thats a very serious claim to make with no evidence

BUT their talking points and insistence on ride or die-ing for smile demons (like other terra mods in the species do) has the potential to be dangerous!

based off the red flags we have already seen, i think xil should be demoted or fired. its better to take preventative measures rather than retroactively scratching your head and saying "what could we have done" in the event something ever DID happen.

thank you for the links as well anon, its really important for people to know that this isnt fun and games and you should not be dancing around what is and isnt ok to have around minors.

#closed species vent #closed species #terralien #terraliens #vent

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radfemcroatia · 2 months ago

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My bad experience in a radfem Discord server - XY Cemetery by tomieradfem [1/5]

Pretty much what the title says.

If you don't care, just keep scrolling.

This will be a LONG thread showing the entire drama that happened to me, explaining it with screenshots and sharing how I became one of the "racists" of this radfem server.

I doubt any of y'all care, but whatever. I have my own reasons for making this anyways.

I spent some time making this. Before people call me out on that - I was gonna spend that time doing nothing productive anyways. So at least I spent it writing and arguing for myself rather than mindlessly scrolling through social media.

I had a lot of fun making this - you also might find it interesting (unless you're an adult with responsibilities), but also very petty. I don't care.

If you're interested, read the 4 posts in order (5th is just a bonus).

Hi, if you clicked on this, I guess you care.

So, why am I posting this exactly? Well, there's several reasons. One of them being - tomieradfem is popular. She has over 1000 followers across all her social media, which is a LOT for a radfem. Though I personally don't think that a woman who calls 99% of the female population "heteroshits" has the right to even call herself a feminist, let alone a radical feminist. But whatever, who am I to say that? I'm still a baby in this community.

If she wasn't this big I genuinely wouldn't care. But since she represents an important part of the radfem community (at least the Instagram part I guess), I feel like someone needs to call her out. And if everyone will agree with her in this situation I will talk about - that means I am not welcome in radfem spaces, which would be a real shame. This is why I feel a strong need to make a post sharing my experience.

Lastly, this is just the beginning of my presence in the radfem sphere. Who knows how many people I might reach someday! And if I get too big, I might need to defend myself from accusations. Most important reason for this post is exactly that, a defense for myself in just one link. So it doesn't matter that no one's gonna read this - I am keeping this for future reasons.

Another reason for this post being - it hasn't been a month yet, and I would feel really pathetic if I was posting about some petty discord drama a couple of months after it happened. I'm sure y'all would feel the same too, rightfully. I wanted to post this from the beginning, but I thought - nah I would forget about this. Then I see one of her social media posts and I'm reminded I gotta share what happened!

This is a LONG one, I really don't expect anyone to read this. Regardless, I want to get this out there. I'm not making this post in order to cause further drama, I'm doing this solely for the peace of my mind so I can move on forever.

If you're still here, and I don't think anyone other than me is, wow! Buckle up.

It all started on the night of Oct 10. I had been following radfem content for a little over a month and I finally decided - I gotta join in on the fun! I created my Tumblr blog, a new Discord account and joined one radfem server I found on Tumblr - XY Cemetery.

For the first couple of days, it was going great. I talked to some cool people and participated in some conversations. I was having so much fun. The server even had a channel for the cat bot - I had no idea these existed, it's so awesome, so I am grateful I found this server for that reason alone!

I was really looking forward to making friends in the server, especially with young radfems like tomie. I saw her social media presence and I respected what she did (not anymore ofc). Not saying she HAD to be friends with me, I'm just saying how I felt at the time.

Not even 5 days later, everything went down.

Okay, so from this point on I'm gonna be sharing screenshots. Everything I say is backed by screenshots. There's a LOT of them. Bear with me. It's for the sake of full context. After sharing the screenshots I will explain each one of them under the picture. I'm "Ana ♡" with the black cat pfp btw.

Note: I considered hiding everyone's username and pfp (except tomies ofc), even my own for the sake of privacy, but it would take too much work and I honestly don't care enough.

Let's go!

That's the conversation we were having. It all went to shit right here:

Basically, I expressed my wish for a woman-only country. I dream about this often.

This Riri person (I have NOTHING against her - keep that in mind for later) expressed her love for her home country Japan.

Both of us were valid to share our viewpoints.

However, a woman-only country is nowhere near close to a country with many female spaces, obviously. And often times, the reason these countries need so much more female-only spaces is because the men are especially bad. I can tell you - Croatian women don't need women-only cars, trams, trains or whatever. As someone who feels uneasy around males, I don't feel I need it where I live, and I've never heard of a woman/girl who does. The extent of male violence varies in each country.

Riri is right to have her viewpoint and I partially agree with her. However, that doesn't change that males in some countries and cultures are generally better or worse (due to different socializations).

More of my point.

I'm sorry, who? When did I ever say anything about Japan being worse? I didn't say it in this blog post and I didn't say it in the channel. This is tomie's first instance of being unnecessarily defensive.

I can see that me and Riri mostly agree, but how we expressed our opinion is different.

Okay, so this is where shit REALLY hits the fan.

Me remembering a quite unnerving fact I learned about Japan who knows how long ago is what would get me kicked out of the server.

I'm sorry Riri, but anime culture is Japanese culture! Vice versa, of course not, but anime is part of Japan, deal with it.

Also REMEMBER THIS SENTENCE AND IMAGINE ME YELLING IT IN YOUR HEAD:

Ima repeat it in case it didn't click:

I DON'T THINK JAPAN IS WORSE THAN OTHERS, BUT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT THAT COUNTRY THEN ❗❗❗

I wasn't even the one who mentioned it...someone else mentioned Japan and I just shared what I heard.

Yeah, so from this point on, the rest of the server would proceed to ignore literally everything I said that makes my viewpoint clear.

Tomieradfem: "did you hear this online? you do realise this is incorrect?"

Hmm. I'm all for clearing up misinformation. However, I wasn't convicted that this is misinformation and I stand by this.

I don't believe everything I see online about Japan, but whatever. I heard this one many times, there's so many articles about it as well. I'm open to changing my mind if someone disproves it, but the people of this server haven't done that. They just wanted me to blindly believe everything they said, no questions asked.

Yeah, I asked them why they were feeling defensive, because I really didn't want them to feel that way. I wanted to make friends and hang out, not argue. I didn't want them to feel like I was being rude to them. Their tone implied they thought I was attacking Japan. I wasn't.

Yeah, this Discord user is telling me I'm wrong! I should believe her without any proof!

I again asked them why they were defensive, because they WERE. She was saying how my words of free speech were "harmful" to whom?

Also take a look at that rude last message "lets unpack..."

I think believing some 19yo from Discord is worse than believing what I read in dozens of Google articles actually :)

I said it's real because I saw the articles and a Reddit post which was confirmation enough for me. More about the Reddit post later.

"how do you know it's real" idk, how do I know I exist? Is life an illusion? Is anything real? What kind of question is that?

"like...myself and riri will tell you this is untrue but sure google is god ofc" Tomie, you and your friend are not above Google.

I asked them how THEY knew and she said Riri is from Japan. I did not know this. Whatever. Too late though because y'all were already rude and made me feel uncomfortable.

This is from Riri who is from Japan. She gave some context. But I don't understand how this disproves my point. If anything, it backs it. Shutter sounds (that she doesn't consider noise what?) DO exist. That was my and my ONLY point. And I'm sorry but "it's not because of upskirting, it's because of bullying" sorry but this is delusional I refuse to believe that. The primary purpose of shutter sounds is to reveal criminal sexual behavior from males. People might confuse some stuff with Korea, but you can't deny male degenerate behavior doesn't, at least very least, play a big part.

Some, if not most Japanese phones don't have shutter sounds. Okay, fine, that might or might not be true. But they EXIST. Again, that was my and my only point. It's not like I was writing a college essay and they are calling out the potential misinformation. I literally just repeated a small amount of information I learned online.

They are refusing to let me have my belief (fact honestly). They won't let it go, they want me to accept their narrative as truth. Why do I have to do that? Can't we politely disagree?

I asked why they were attacking me. I felt really uncomfortable at this point. They were absolutely hostile to me.

"you are the one talking about japan like you live there" This isn't an attack to them? Then I fear what they consider attack. Also I literally just said a small fact I learned online? Why such hurt feelings?

Riri and the others will keep doing this thing where they say "I'm not attacking!" when I literally never named anyone? I said they were ganging up on me as a group, not a specific person. And I never thought Riri was anything but polite. She will keep acting like I'm accusing her though.

"refusing to stand corrected" you can't stand someone not bowing to you and agreeing with everything you say? Why does it even matter? This is such a petty thing to get mad about.

"you don't wanna be educated" I didn't know you were the primary, 100% correct source of knowledge? I'm absolutely open to being educated, but I refused to say shutter sounds don't exist and that upskirting isn't a reason for it. I admit I don't know whether there is a Japanese LAW, but I refuse to deny the existence of degenerate behavior of Japanese males that resulted in high measures when taking pictures.

Tomieradfem, idk at this point, maybe YOU didn't attack me, but your numbers did.

Also, I CAN just google it and accept it as real if it's a trusted source. It's completely valid and reasonable. Also you can't tell me what to do.

More of me explaining my point and more of this "mentally stable" (very ironic username) putting words into my mouth. That sentence was, undeniably, an attack.

Not sure what iphones have to do with ANY of this? The sound isn't forced on normal phones?

Me explaining my point and telling someone to shut up. How rude of me, why did I do that?

Lemme tell you, for the couple of days I've been in the server, the conversations were slow. But SUDDENLY there was 3 people typing at the same time. I felt like they talked over me and wouldn't let me explain myself. I wasn't being heard.

I told the mentally unstable person to shut up because she kept saying nonsensical things to silence me. I think I was right in that.

"i didnt accuse of that" okay and??? Someone on your side did!!! I never said you did it either! What matters is that it happened.

Yes, I told you to shut up and you attacked me.

Fair enough, Riri didn't say that Japan was amazing. But... saying you love something is similar to saying it's amazing. And I didn't remember what you said, only some of it. My bad? I even linked what you said like...I wasn't lying about you or making stuff up.

Never said you were glamorizing Japan, but you didn't let me criticize it either. You didn't inform me of any incorrect things I said because I never said anything incorrect and my point can coexist with Riri's point without problems.

WHO said something is wrong with her loving Japan?! Why is everyone and Riri herself acting like she's some victim?! I never attacked her! I just quoted what she said to show how the conversation about Japan started!

Never said Riri said Japan is utopia. I literally linked her sentence. I wasn't lying. And this nomno-whatever person talking about Japan's contributions to feminism?! What does that have to do with anything? This is derailing.

I wasn't being corrected because I was correct. All I said is shutter sounds in Japan exist and it's because of pervy men, Riri said the same minus the pervs. Notice how I also didn't say that ALL Japanese phones have shutter sounds. I just said they exist.

Okay Riri loves where she grew up? WHEN did I have a problem with that?

They're being way too defensive - TRUE.

If someone criticized Croatia unfairly I would politely correct! - ALSO TRUE.

They are ganging up on me and being aggressive - TRUE!

nomno-whatever, I fucking don't know what your name is and I only recall your contribution to the conversation being one sentence. No one accused YOU. I accused THE GROUP.

It might not look like to you I'm being attacked, but I rightfully felt that way.

Mentally unstable asks me to show an example of her being aggressive. I could have found it - if they gave me the time. But remember that this convo is going SUPER fast like look at the time. I didn't have time to react and think about what I said, which is why I admit I didn't react perfectly.

Yup anyone can read the entire chat that I showed to Tumblr!

Telling ppl to shut up made them irritated? Pretty sure they would be irritated either way.

Okay, maybe screaming wasn't the proper word, but remember when I said I didn't have time to react perfectly. Also I wrote 2 words in all caps, not for the sake of yelling but for EMPHASIS, and apparently that's comparable to actual hostility from them.

Yes, everything you've said about me is inaccurate.

I didn't make it anyone's problem. Y'all did by not letting me have my viewpoint (which can coexist with Riri's, again). And you're the only one who's taking my knowledge of Japan personally.

Riri: "I am being polite!" omggg...you fucking idiot. Who accused YOU?

I KEPT repeating I wasn't accusing anyone specifically, just their overall tone, but that wasn't enough.

Yup, I'm pretty sure they're the immature ones for arguing with me after I defended myself and explained my viewpoint.

Already explained.

I think I'm the only person who didn't overreact actually (except Riri I guess). Unless you count defending yourself from hostility as overreacting.

Dang, only 30 images allowed per post. Continuing in the 2nd post!

#radical feminist community #discord #tomieradfem

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hisokas-toybox · 2 months ago

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PSA (and a poll!)

For anyone interested, below the cut is an update on my current hxh fics as well as possible future plans for this blog going forward.

Friends, it's happened.

After almost 4 years of Hunter x Hunter being my number 1 reigning champion of an obsession, my hype for it has subsided and a new anime hyperfixation is beginning to emerge in its place. Whilst not a new show, my husband and I decided to start watching Bleach together and it's... sinking it's teeth into me. I'm a LONG way off finishing the series, but so far there are hot characters I wanna smash, cute pairings I ship, a HUGE cast of (mostly) interesting and lovable characters that I just enjoy as they are, some interesting plots and enough nonsense in between to fill me with all kinds of inspiration and excitement to start writing a whole new load of Bleach fanfics...

But hisokas-toybox! What about your existing unfinished fics??? And the Greed Island server you literally just joined and all the exciting hxh fandom activity and friends you love so much? How can you just abandon us so easily for pretty men with fancy swords???

Unfortunately, I do not control the hyperfixations. Or the thirsting over pretty anime boys...

I do however, still love all of my hxh fandom friends and the hxh community, so whilst I will be stepping back from creating new hxh works for a little while, I will still keep reading and appreciating all the fic/headcanons/drabbles/memes/theorys/art that you guys make and I'm of course still reading the latest manga chapters as they come out. As for my existing fanfics and creative endeavours, here's the rough breakdown of where I'm at with them

Turning Point - Extended Hiatus.

Ohhh this fic.... I both want and fully intend to finish it.

Someday.

The problem is I have literally no ending planned for it... When I started writing Turning Point there were several key scenes which I was desperate to write. I (stupidly) assumed that once I got those ideas down, and had my OC's character kind of fleshed out that the rest of the story would magically reveal itself to me...

It did not.

Currently, I do not know where this story is going or what the 'end' is going to be... I love what I have so far, but my inexperience in writing and failure to plan ahead has really got me stuck.

I will come back to this story at some point and hopefully, with fresh eyes be able to make something out of it.

Hopes and Fears - In progress/mini hiatus

Unlike Turning Point, I have this story fully planned out. I just need to write it.

Because of my waning interest in hxh as a series, and just because of life in general being a bit busy lately, I haven't had the time/motivation to sit down and add to the story.

I do very much plan to finish it though and I deeply appreciate all the love and kind comments its got so far. I genuinely didn't expect anyone to read it, let alone stick with it and enjoy it. I swear I will give you all an ending to it (One I hope you all love and that's worth waiting for)!

Greed Island Server Challenge - Ehhh *Shrugs*

It's fun. Everyone on the server is lovely and there is some MAD talent happening over there which I admire. Unfortunately, short deadlines for creative projects is HARD and NOT my strong-suit. I'll come back to it, but I'm a little burnt out art-wise after the Poor Man's Rose event and with my hxh interest lower than it was before, I'm struggling for the inspiration needed for new artwork.

This here sideblog - Hisokas-toybox is not going anywhere

This blog still exists and I'll always be lurking around. However there may be less activity than when it started up.

I am currently considering branching it out a little and sharing some Bleach content on here (especially if I do start writing/creating art for it) alongside the hxh content but that depends on what you want to see....

Which brings me to the aforementioned poll...

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh fanfic #hxh fanart #psa #mine #blog update #bleach #poll #anime #manga

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from-dre · 4 months ago

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The Fine Line Between Awareness & Fanaticism

Can you tell I wrote this in 2014?

11:32am—I checked the clock on my microwave twice before sitting down in the desk chair with my morning coffee today. It was still steaming so as I began blowing a gentle stream of cool air into the cup, I hopped on YouTube knowing I'll have some time to kill before beginning my day.

A good headline should be attention grabbing. It should pop out at you amidst a sea of other unrelated clutter. More often than not, if it doesn't stand out the first time my eyes glaze over it, I won't even know I missed it much less give it a second chance. So I begin to skim—typical compilations or foreign music videos or news segments of world events fill up most of my screen. Then, something along the lines of, “How the CIA manufactured Isis.” Here we go, I think to myself, almost rolling my eyes. I know I shouldn't. But we've all been through this exact minute in one way or another. Maybe you're running to the grocery store to pick up some milk or whatever and there, in the checkout lane sits The National Inquirer, shouting at you from its rack: “HEY! I KNOW EMBARRASSING THINGS ABOUT FAMOUS PEOPLE! BUY ME AND READ ME!” You know you shouldn't, that you're above it. But its got a picture of a pot-bellied Brad Pitt on an exotic beach somewhere with another unrelated snapshot of a black-eyed Angelina staring down in some type of shameful pose. Could it be true?,your mind thinks. “I NEED TO KNOW!” I don't blame you. In return though, I ask that you give me the same courtesy during my own display of attempting to show zero self-restraint and giving in to that guilty pleasure which goes against my better judgement. I click on the video as I prepare for the next few minutes.

It's what you'd expect. Decent graphics, a fancy set designed to emulate a respectable news studio, and an expensive diaphragm microphone with a very animated man shouting frantically behind it—arms flailing, voice heightening to new peaks every other sentence, all while the overly-agitated speaker spews opinions dressed-up as factual reporting.

The 10th Circle of Hell

It's interesting to see these people work themselves into such a frenzy, such anxiety-riddled rants that they must feel as if they don't hit every single angle and theory, then the “sheeple,” or “uninformed” audience will miss their point entirely. I don't want to pick solely on this specific man, there are hundreds of like-minded people who dedicate every free moment of their lives to producing new content for their YouTube channels, blogs, podcasts, or if they're super edgy, their still-in-circulation zines. I'm not knocking the passion. Their dedication is honorable. Even their motives, I suppose, are admirable—to merely wake up the sleeping. All fine and good. It's their processing abilities that they've shrunk down themselves that signals a loss of a perfectly valuable mind, before it had baseless theories pelted at it from all sides—and worse, forced to accept.

Though I'm perfectly satisfied with The Divine Comedy as is, I'm sure if Dante were to have gone any further, the tenth circle of the Inferno would consist of nothing but having to convince one single conspiracy theorist of rethinking his arguments, even for a moment. It just isn't possible. Their world is just as sick and chaotic as everyone else's, they don't need to look any farther to find a news story ripe with injustice. We then, begin to differ on how we mentally process such things. A balanced brain can admit the sadness of the story at hand, they're also able to leave it alone, as is. They don't need to attach any extra narratives to make sense of what they've just heard or seen. It is what it is. Tragic. Or a miserable example of human interaction. To a conspiracy theorist, there must always be something else that we're not being told. We aren't given all the facts, ever. Surely, certain words have been blackened out of the official transcript before the cameras went live. Everywhere they look, there's a connection to be made. It's all run by The Man Behind The Curtain, down to the very last detail. Nothing is under-thought or left to chance. Big Brother is very real and is watching them even in this very instance. Like the final shot of Hitchcock's Psycho,Norman knows he's being observed, analyzed, so acts that much calmer. Not even a fly can break the man's concentration when it's time to put on the poker face.

Their incessant warnings have fallen on deaf ears for so long that they've adapted the same formula they profess to be exposing: fear mongering. They say mainstream, State-run media is all one huge sham. That their stories are used to advance hidden agendas. The irony is that they are employing these same tactics themselves. It takes a willful eye to pick up on the hypocrisy, but it's there. Was it really necessary for this opinionated speaker to keep reiterating his validation of a particular politician again and again? Say you respect the man's views once, then move on. Things like that. It's bothersome, not because they hold allegiance to their own political figures as the big boys do, but because they do it all while making such a huge fuss about how honest their aims are, how thankful the general public should be toward them because of their unwavering courage in exposing the truth.

Patterns = Safety

Well, “the truth”—in my opinion—is that they're just as scared and bewildered and let down in humanity as the rest of us are. They don't understand how such pure hatred could go unnoticed for so long, how so many innocent lives are lost for the furthering of poisonous ideologies. That much is completely understandable. However, they get diluted with fantasy—that if some shadow government was behind it all, everything would make that much more sense. There would be a pattern again. Life would cease to be so chaotic and they'd be able to sleep once more. They're amazing talkers who have no interest in exercising any reason whatsoever, so a good conspiracy theorist is quite able of convincing even himself that up is down or that the sky is actually bright red. Once connections are drawn from seemingly unrelated events, they begin seeing it goes farther than planes flying into buildings. That it's bigger than the gas chambers and extermination camps built solely with the purpose of wiping millions of innocent lives off the face of the planet. In fact, it's the most extraordinary piece of knowledge ever—and they're the ones who stumbled upon it. They will expose these criminals hidden-in-plain-view to the rest of the world and because the assassins must already be on their way to their homes, they'll go down as martyrs for humanity. Truth seekers who saw it all before anyone else.

Either way, listen to any one of them talk long enough and you'll quickly start getting tired of hearing about their sure-deaths. How they'll be used to cover-up the truth they were trying to expose. They say it with such certainty. From the mouth of this man himself: "When the nuke finally goes off, expect every last one of us leaders to be killed within an hour. That's all it'll take. An hour. You'll see!”

Rabbit Holes

With all of that said, here's the whole point of this essay: after sipping the last of my coffee, I looked up from my computer screen—12:47pm.

More than an hour later and I was still jumping from video to video, listening to mumble I could either poke holes the size of these men’s egos in or—while trying to give him the benefit of the doubt—not only accept, but strengthen his arguments with much better logic on my end. Both were incredible wastes of time. It was useless trying to reason with hyperbole. So how did I lose track of time? The sheer arrogance of it all engulfed me. I was in a trance. Much like flipping through channels and stumbling upon The Wiggles or Teletubbies or any Kardashian-centered show, you can't help but take a few extra seconds to admire the awkwardness. “How does anyone watch this?!,” you ask yourself, while watching it. Not even noticing the seconds ticking by, turning into entire minutes.

As I closed out Safari and began getting myself ready for the day, all these thoughts swirled around my head. This is how honest, good-natured people get sucked in, I thought. The need some humans hold in their black hearts to see Western Civilization burn down to nothing but ash is a terrifying thought and a properly-wired, down-to-Earth mind tries to make sense of such a thing. The reality of there being no good motive behind these crimes against humanity is a tough pill to swallow. So the armchair geopoliticians flock to their keyboards and offer their skewed theories, promising the truth. The ones with louder personalities and intrusive characteristics eventually build a following, get noticed and maybe get a talk show, with real producers, because someone will still listen to a complete stranger’s opinion, no matter how much lunacy they radiate.

Advocates & Worshippers

But a true thinker considers all viewpoints, no matter the source. So, let's play Devil's Advocate and for a minute, humor these people and their delusions. Even a shadow government is still compromised of human beings. Even if they're secretly praying to evil deities and placing subliminal symbols in everyday environments, they're still two arms, two legs, and a torso with a talking head. Even if they perform Satanic rituals at meetings of the world's utmost elite, they're still buying weekly groceries, eating at their favorite places, trying to stay in shape, arguing with their wives or husbands, accidentally backing up their toilets, walking their dogs, oversleeping, getting sick, getting old, dying. These devil-worshippers draped in scarlet robes who wear animal skulls as masks and chant in ancient tongues are not real threats. The real danger is a poisoned ideology.

Those are what this speaker and Co. should be concerning themselves with dispelling and eradicating. Those ideas are what live on, much longer than that of the men who spend entire lives living for, spreading and eventually dying for. Hitler is no longer with us, so why are Neo-Nazis still sprouting up randomly? His theories can be called out for the sick rhetoric they are—but as long as they hold weight in sick hearts, they retain enough power to destroy lives. An internet show or podcast built around the discussion and dissection of ideas doesn't pull in the masses though. We're talking ratings people! YouTube has been writing out some hefty checks—let’s get in on that action! Instead of exposing why and psychologically where these monstrous acts of violence come from, taking the time to destroy their threads of logic from the inside out and exposing their followers as blind and ignorant, they choose to paint a picture full of hidden plots, mystique, secrets, connections that are so outlandish, they just might work. And of course, they do. Every time. They speak to an audience who doesn't like thinking for themselves. Unfortunately though, these are the types of people they replace their innate intuitions with.

Just the fact that people lose their lives, isn't that enough of a news story? Isn't that enough to bring out the best in us? Why does there always have to be even darker, ulterior motives? No matter what the event, an even grimmer truth is waiting underneath the surface. Look long and hard at something and a person will trick himself into seeing exactly what he wants. If there are governments in bed with each other who also invite Big Pharma and The World Bank for one huge orgy and their ultimate goal is the enslavement of 99% of Earth's population so that they can feed us nothing but that weird paste fast food places pass off as beef, then I'll be a pretty bummed out slave. But until the day comes where I am taken from my home by MIB-looking agents dressed in expensive Gucci suits with sunglasses to match, why obsess over the possibility and eventual rise of this New World Order? Why spend all my waking hours and gorgeous summer days listening to Apocalypse-enthusiasts who make it a point to dream up the most brutal scenarios they can, as if it’s a sport? The end of the world is never close enough for these soapbox preachers. Disease! Famine! The fact that Joan Rivers once had a joke about Scientology in her set! Can't we see how simple and related it all is?!

Finale

Which brings us to the end of this long diatribe. I left my studio and stepped out into a sunshine so bright and invigorating, so powerful and lifting, that I suddenly felt more alive just standing outside my front door than I had in the entire past week. The sounds of the city flowed in and through my head; laughter, birds singing, church bells, an airplane soaring high above taking people I'll never meet to new places they've never seen. It was all so real, so perfect. It reminded me what life truly is. Or at least, what it can be if looked at with the right frame of reference.

There's been so much sadness lately. A million reasons to just break down or shout at the sky or give up completely. I've realized that the continuous stream of bad news will never stop. There'll always be a tragedy waiting to happen and be reminded of in the weeks afterward. You get mentally and emotionally exhausted. You forget how important it is to be able to appreciate a nice day outdoors. The trick isn't to disconnect from the mainstream media by just jumping ship from these opinions to those. Rather, it's to disconnect entirely. No more theories. No more “strange” and “curious” camera edits. No more tracing back the paper trails and who was whose distant relative. It may all be related, sure. But that's because they're all things vying for your full attention, energy, and heart. All of which are so precious and valuable and nobody but yours.

Of course it’s important to be aware of the world you live in. Of the evils which are possible and those carried out everyday by tyrants. But to know is one thing. To fill your life with them to the point where they’ve consumed all you are is another.

If these men behind the microphones ever allow themselves to truly experience a moment’s worth of honest happiness where they aren’t looking for connections or hidden plots put in motion by scary men in the depths of dark shadows, I’ve never seen it caught on tape. Maybe at some point they too, chuckled at something funny. Or maybe they got home one day and instead of their usual B-line for the conspiracy websites, they grabbed their wives, spun them around and while in their arms, planted a huge kiss on the women’s lips for no other reason than to make them smile, just for that moment. Maybe. Who am I to assume to know these complete strangers? I just wish they and the millions of similarly confused theorists would just take up a hobby every now and then. Something that doesn’t involve a computer or a webcam. Crocheting circles? Then they could harness those beautiful brains of theirs on who keeps using all the green thread or why the jar of raspberry jam they’re all supposed to share always turns up mysteriously missing. At least it’ll keep them busy.

#essay #opinion #conspiracy theories #politics

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soundorp · 4 months ago

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Will podcasting help your business and Personal branding?

The thing you have to remember about podcasts as a marketing tactic is that they are very top of funnel and also VERY hard to prove ROI. You don’t get a list of subscribers or downloaders. You can gate the recording on your site but I have no idea why anyone would fill that out. My point being you and your team will spend a fair amount of time, energy, and resources on creating and scaling this podcast for your business and so you’ll need to be prepared to prove your efforts have real business impact … which is not super easy. Make sure you set expectations with your leaders that the resources you’re spending on podcasting now will probably not have an immediate impact on overall business growth.

Podcasting as a Content Marketing Tool

Podcasting – like Blogging – at its core, is an audience-building platform a.k.a Content Marketing tool. Just like it is ridiculously hard to create a full-time living with a blog that only generates income via advertisements alone, creating a Podcast with the intention of making money solely via sponsors, is just as hard – probably way harder, even.

But that doesn’t mean Podcasting isn’t one of the greatest things ever invented.

The Unique Strength of Audio

I personally believe that when it comes to the ability to connect with people on a deeper, personal level, Audio is second only to Video. And with all the ways already invented every day to interrupt, annoy and distract people – TV, Netflix, YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Whatsapp, Hangouts, and on and on and on and more ways being interrupted every day – Podcasting for your business, in some ways, can become the single most powerful, relationship- and audience-building tool there is even more so than video.

Accessibility and Flexibility

You can’t listen to the radio show that you want to, when you want to. Whatever is playing when you get into your car is what you have to listen to. Even with Satellite radio that has a monthly subscription fee, you get MORE channels, but you don’t get the channels on-demand. You can’t get a show on satellite radio to start when you’re ready for it – you still have to listen to the shows on their clock, not on yours.

Building Direct Connections

You can’t be driving and watching a YouTube video (I guess you could, but if you did, then you probably wouldn’t be well enough to be reading this now, would you? :-). You can’t read an online article or a book or a blog post or a PDF report, when you’re driving to work, or walking your dog, or at the gym, or doing the dishes, or. So you get the point.

Reach Beyond Business Models

Podcasts can go “where no other media has gone before!”, so to speak. The hosts talking on the show – whether they are making you think, laugh, cry or learn – they’re in your ears, talking directly to you, they have your fullest attention (or almost your fullest attention), you are kind of locked-in on their voice, even if you’re performing a chore.

Long-Term Strategy vs. Short-Term Gains

Yes, some people may have been able to reach that rarified air where they are able to make enough money from sponsors alone. But don’t just look at their results and mistakenly think that if you do exactly what they did, then you too will have the same kind of success. That’s how there are now a thousand, crappy “On Fire” shows.

Get better in your craft

It really depends on how good you are in your craft. Copying their techniques and strategies is not going to duplicate their results. A lot of people forget the main thing that brought success to those at the top of their game: Its their skill, their craft, their talent. Not to mention… timing, and some lady luck too!

Passion, Persistence, Patience – they’re all great virtues. But those are virtues that can take you to the next level, if you already have a really great product to begin with and in this case, that’s a great podcast.

Conclusion: Empowering Voices, Transforming Lives

In conclusion, I think podcasting represents more than just a digital platform—it’s a catalyst for empowerment, growth, and transformation. Whether you’re seeking to expand your professional network, establish authority in your field, or embark on a journey of self-discovery, it offers boundless opportunities for success.

As you begin podcasting for your business, remember to stay true to your voice, embrace the challenges, and savor the moments of growth and connection along the way. Together, let’s unleash the power of podcasting for the business and pave the way for a future where every voice is heard and every story matters.

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xythlia · 1 year ago

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something else ive noticed every few months when tumblr does this will they won't they shut down thing is it always, always makes all these fresh posts pop up about how you just absolutely have to spend money on this site and need to stop being openly critical of the way this place is run & that's just not true. you can love tumblr as a platform but also remain vocal about the numerous failures of its staff

a vast majority of this site isn't so staunchly anti-monitization for no reason. over the last year alone the censorship by staff of trans individuals on this site is at a point where u can't say it's not rooted in bigotry. why are a majority of only trans people being told their posts are inherently nsfw when it's just... them literally posting the way everyone else does? staff has whipped out never used before content moderation tools for the sole goal of nuking anyone who ever says hey this is weird as fuck in regards to that behavior/the people on staff who are just blatant terfs & freaks.

you can't go scorched earth on people and just expect them to go oh but we'll still buy the silly billy crab badge <3. not to mention it's in poor taste to rip jokes made by others on this site, turn them into profit makers, and then offer absolutely no credit to the person who's shit they're using to generate revenue.

it's been years that people have been asking them to address the issue of nazis running rampant on here. that's literally never been addressed even though they've shown they do have the tools to address that in at least some capacity, they just have zero interest in doing so.

they'd rather use those tools to suppress tags for palestinian support then go oopsie woopsie the site did a lil fucky wucky. you cannot do that shit again and again and again & just expect people to fall for it over and over. staff thinks very little of their userbase if that wasn't already clear, they think we're stupid. there's people on here who've talked before about how tumblr did similar shit when the protests in ferguson were happening years ago, they terminated blogs belonging to black activists & then started that absolute bullshit line about russian psyop accounts. there were no fuckin psyops they were blatantly going after black activists.

I mean jesus christ you cannot expect people to kiss your ass & throw their money at your website when it has a mind boggling track record of piss poor treatment towards its users and an unbelievable preference for shielding people who are fucking vile and hateful freaks. sure a lot of that stuff occurred not under the people who own tumblr now, but clearly they inherited the playbook from those who owned this site previously because they just do the same shit then are so flabbergasted when we all can't stand them & are not exactly shy in showing how much we dislike them.

two things can be true at once you can absolutely be fond of this site but you can also go hey a lot of the shit you're pulling here is beyond weird and hostile towards certain parts of the userbase only... why the fuck is that? for a lot of people it's about withholding monetary support until things like that are addressed, which they haven't been so sorry im not going to be lining up to buy fucking premium and whatever stupid little vanity badge from the people who do nothing when non white people & trans people get harassed and have their safety threatened because staff is either too pussy to do anything or at worst actively involved in that behavior so they pretend they don't see.

I think they'd have an easier time of implementing monetized features if they didn't treat users like dogshit & blatantly treat us all like we're fucking idiots but hey what do I know

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#alfredo diaz #Trevor Collins #Rooster Teeth #ots #on the spot #What has this show become yall #I can just make content for this blog solely from this show alone #but i wont

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it is your side that has been crosstagging for years now and posting negative, offensive, and frankly disgusting content. even when people tag posts with "anti sansa stark" your side comes seething out like jobless harpies to attack the person and call them names such as "stupid sluts/bitches" and this is without mentioning all the buzzwords your insensivitive asses ascribe to people who disagree with your nonsensical headcanons and misogynistic theories. stay in your lane, stop offending people by posting anti content in the "asoiaf" tag to circumvent the specific character tag so you can claim that you're innocent and we would have no problem. better yet, stop harrassing individuals, and kindly fuck off to your regressive circle of dumbasses <3 instead of wondering why your friends have to resort to changing the text from the books to supplement your poor excuse of "metas" you are all crying about how a fictional character, sansa stark, is driving people crazy. newsflash your ignorant fuck: nobody cares about your fave so much as the behaviour you people, her fans, have been showing for the longest while now.

Do you really think you’re in the position to lecture me about tumblr etiquette? Because it’s impossible for you to make me feel bad about other people’s behavior while you’re behaving this way. Like, let’s just sit here and think how funny it is that you’re complaining to me about the proper use of tags in a hateful anonymous message. Come on, that is really funny!

Actually, let’s just pause and think about how your anon hate undermines your argument, not only for that reason but also because my asks are not usually tagged with any of the main tags, so I know you’re following me (or my mutuals who reblog my stuff) which means you’re just camped out on our blogs for the sole purpose of making a nuisance of yourself. And while you’re doing that, you think you can convince me that we’re the ones creating drama.

Personally, I don’t like the insults you mentioned, so I know I haven’t used them in reference to characters and certainly not in reference to other fans, and I’m not responsible for other people’s choices or behavior, and I certainly can’t dictate what they say, so I’m not even sure what your goal is. I mean, you expressed your rage (yay!), but technically, as long as we’re keeping stuff on our own blogs or using the anti tag, we’re following tumblr etiquette no matter what horrible names we call the rest of the fandom. You’re the one engaging in targeted harassment. Oops! 😆

Speaking of tags, it sounds like you’re confused about how people use the tags? Everything ASOIAF related is allowed in that main tag. If it is “anti” a character or ship, it should also be tagged “anti (insert character or ship)” so people’s filters prevent them from seeing it, but it isn’t the case that people aren’t allowed to post negative content there. That isn’t some scheme to “circumvent” anything, it’s how all sides of the fandom have used the tags for as long as I’ve been active. Now you can even filter the content of the post, so it’s up to you to turn the filters on.

Lastly, that claim that “nobody cares about my fave” uh, y’all do. That’s why yesterday and today Sansa fans have been getting anon hate. You’re obsessed with her. Instead of blocking me and others in my fandom, instead of filtering tags to avoid our offensive takes, you’re here, reading our stuff and choosing to interact with us. I can only assume y’all care, and that you care a lot. One day, when you truly don’t care about our opinion, when you’re over worrying that we’re right about Sansa and her endgame, you’ll stop reading our stuff. If you truly didn’t care, you’d leave us alone. How do I know? I block y’all. I go through the anti Sansa tag and block all of you because I truly don’t give a fuck. Try it. You’ll be happier for it, I promise.

#ask dot

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petitprincess1 · 3 years ago

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What made you ultimately leave the Villainous fandom?

Disclaimer: This does not apply to everyone previously or currently in the fandom. I am speaking in general.

Well, what made me leave wasn't even entirely the controversies, the shunning of those that dare say something negative, or the odd bit of gatekeeping that happened in the fandom at times. That just kinda added to it. It was the fact that I never felt included and I hardly made posts for myself.

Basically, I had gotten to a point, where I would notice that specific posts would get more attention than others, so I would continue making those posts. All for the sole intention of gaining attention from the fandom or having the bigger blogs reblog my content. Even when my posts did get reblog by popular blogs, people would only pay attention to it on those blogs alone. It was rare that they actually came to my account to look at the rest of my content.

Whenever I made stuff that I was actually proud of, it hardly got any attention and it made me worry if I was actually good at what I was doing. So, I just focused on the things that gave me notes.

Now, I've said it before, I'm not gonna sit here and pretend that the fandom didn't give me anything positive. It got me back into writing, started up drawing, met new people, and many other things. However, that doesn't erase the negative, especially when it came to viewing Alan as a saint or looking at the popular blogs as if they were the crew members themselves. Heck, I had the thought that the fandom was perfect and it just wasn't. It still isn't.

If anything, it feels as if it's gotten a little worse, but that's just me.

Although, I'm also not going to pretend Hazbin/Helluva fandom is perfect either. However, this fandom doesn't hide the bad that comes with it. Heck, you'll see whole posts dedicated to discourse and people giving criticism. Sometimes it can get annoying to see, especially if it's antis or "criticals", but at least I can say they exist. They are not afraid to show the ugliness of the fandom, while Villainous likes to hide a lot of the problems with the fandom and crew members. Not sure why, but they do.

So, yeah, that's pretty much why I switched fandoms. Yeah, sometimes the reblogs from bigger blogs will gain me more notes, but I don't feel like I have to depend on that. I dont even views these blogs as the "popular ones", just people with incredible art or opinions or simply really cool people. I sometimes felt that with Villainous, but it always felt "taboo" to talk to pop blogs....if they ever gave you the light of day.

Ofc, this is all just my experience and not me saying this is how the fandom is.

#villainous #villainos #villanos #unpopular opinion #ask answered

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whatanoof · 4 years ago

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Cold Hands and Warm Bodies

Merry Christmas! This is a Secret Santa gift for @autumnleaves1991-blog!

There’s a sequel now!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Whiskey x Reader

Word Count: ~4.7k

Content: fluff, dancing, swearing, oral sex(female receiving), rougher sex, fluffy, smut, there’s a part at the beginning where Reader rejects a man’s advances but it doesn’t get past name-calling

A/N: I liked the idea of a lonely Christmas in a new city turning into something much better through unexpected events, especially since so many are going to be celebrating with less people than normal due to the pandemic. The music referenced is Gasoline by Halsey from her Badlands album.

Your parents had begged you to not complete the move over the holidays, surely it could have waited a couple of weeks so that you could celebrate with your family. But you were decided, and the timeline of your new employment was not up to you. Staying in LA for Christmas wouldn’t have benefited anyone. The confidential nature of your job meant you couldn’t talk about your job with your family, and that’s all that families really want to know besides if you have a boyfriend yet. This left more rumors flying between the aunts than bullets around a battlefield. At this point, you’re pretty sure that your own mother thinks that you’re a prostitute.

Alcohol is an easy option to curb loneliness. The drink burns on the way down, but you savor it. It’s been cold in the new city, and you haven’t been able to shake the chill since moving. Your current choice of atmosphere is the bar closest to your house, leaving you with the freedom to slam as many drinks as would let you forget how alone you are at the time of year when no one should be alone. You don’t have to drive home this way. But now, inside and looking around at the excessive Christmas decorations, you begin to wonder if this was the best way to avoid the holidays.

There are Christmas wreaths all around, draped over as many surfaces as possible. Mistletoe hangs near the corners of the cleared section of floor, and you wouldn’t be surprised if some of those corners were soon occupied by drunk dancers. Lights dangle over the bottles behind the bar, and the bartender is wearing a Christmas elf headband. And to top it all off, most everyone inside has a partner, making you stick out like a sore thumb. Your sole point of luck is that the bar isn’t Western based.

“Well, hello good-looking.”

The moment is shattered by the stranger’s arm around your shoulders, pulling you too close for the small amount of liquor in your body. The brunette man smells like spearmint, but his breath clearly reveals his state of mind.

“The name’s Grey. Now, I heard a little birdie that told me that you’d be coming home with me tonight.” His grin appears genuine, but something glitters in his eyes that sends an icy distrust through your gut.

You turn away. “No thank you.” Better not to give him any attention, drunks are never reasonable if you let them believe for even a second that they have a chance.

“Now that’s not very kind. I was being civil, and you rebuff a poor man who just wants a warm bed tonight. May I at least get the lady’s name so that I can address her properly? Where’s the Southern hospitality? ” You catch a concerned look from the bartender, though there’s no need to worry. This isn’t your first rodeo.

“Nonexistent, Grey.” You grab his wrist, yanking it off of your shoulder.

For a blissful second, the contact is gone, then it returns, and now his fingers are digging into your bare skin. His hands are cold. The handheld taser in your pocket is burning, and you reach for it as he snaps, “Now, there’s no need to be a bi--”

“Hey now,” The new voice is sudden, but there’s a distinctive Southern drawl to the baritone voice that sends pleasant tingles down your spine. Now that is a voice that you could listen to the rest of the night. “The lady said no. And last I checked, Southern hospitality doesn’t apply when said person isn’t Southern.”

The arm around your shoulders vanishes and you slowly reach for your bag. Angry voices echo behind you, but you’re too preoccupied with leaving to worry yourself with the brewing argument. Goddammit you had only come for drinks, and now you might have to duck out before a fight starts.

But the angry voices lower and the normal barroom din returns. You slowly release your bag to rest once again at your feet, and a new man appears on the stool at your elbow.

“Good evening.” It’s the rumbling voice of your faceless Southern gentleman.

He saved you, but that doesn’t mean you can trust him. Feigning disinterest is more difficult now, but you take a sip of your drink and focus hard on how the light from the glass catches the amber liquid. “Thank you for stepping up. Doesn’t happen often.”

“Unfortunately. Mostly for the men if you end up pulling that taser.” The casual observation catches your attention.

You turn and finally look your gentleman in the eye. Oh. You weren’t prepared for him to be so-- gorgeous. That’s really the only word you can summon to your scattered brain at the moment because, damn. Dark hair brings out darker eyes that glimmer warmly in the lowlights of the bar despite the cowboy hat. A mustache accents plush lips. Tan skin and bold features draw you in, and you don’t want to stop looking except he clears his throat and you realize that you’ve been staring for much longer than the appropriate time.

“Is there something on my face?” Your eyes dart back up to his face and you’re struck by how unfair it is that someone can be so effortlessly attractive.

“N-- no!” Stammering, really? Dammit you’re a full grown woman, pull yourself together. “How-- how could you tell I’m not from around here?”

He beckons a finger to you, and you lean in. “I am an undercover operative working with an American based agency that deploys me worldwide to handle top-secret missions.”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning back to take him in again. The jacket over the tight shirt shows his athletic build rather well, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it were true, “Really?”

“No. It’s the accent.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. The pleased smile spreading over his face matches the one sneaking over your own. “You’re right, I just moved here.” A thought strikes you, “What are you doing alone in a bar during the holidays? No family or friends to visit?”

“None left that mean enough.” The statement is casual enough, except there’s a tension in his voice that makes you hesitate. “And I could ask you the same thing. What motivates a lady to move to a new city, all alone at Christmas?” The tension passes and he waves at the bartender, who immediately turns and starts making a drink. He’s a regular here, apparently.

“A job,” You swirl the remnants of your drink lazily before finishing it, “I’m starting tomorrow.” The last dregs slip down your throat, and the burning buzz will last for now.

“Ah, a beautiful woman and a hard worker. It’s too much for my heart.”

“If that alone is too much, then this is going to be a short evening indeed.” The subtle innuendo doesn’t fly over either of your heads, and you don’t miss the smile spreading across his face when you flirt back.

“I think I may surprise you, darling. We’re both willing to work for what we want.” His drink arrives, and he takes a sip. Heat pools in your core at the implications. “If this evening is going to continue, may I have the lady’s name so that I can address her properly?”

You hum low in your throat in response. You’ve never brought a man home at the first meeting, never allowed flirting to be anything more than that on the first night. But something’s different about this one. In a split second decision, you give it to him.

He repeats the syllables after you, rolling them around his tongue in a way that sends a thrill through you as you wonder what else he can do with it, “Gorgeous. George, another drink for the lady, on my tab.”

You tilt your head back, catching his eyes, “And may I then have the gentleman’s, so that I may know the name of my fearless knight in… shining leather and spurs?”

He laughs, “Jack Daniels.”

“Jack Daniels, like the whiskey brand?”

“Something like that.” His grin is mysterious and seems a little too practiced, but that’s fine with you. You smile back anyway. Your drink arrives, and you raise the glass to Jack as you take a sip, though you find that the burn of the whiskey doesn’t leave you with the same satisfaction.

A song starts playing in the background, and you straighten up and glance over your shoulder at the dance floor. “Wait, I--”

“--love this song.” You both finish the sentence together. You look back at him hopefully, and he looks at you with a bit of a challenge in his eyes.

The stool scrapes across the floor and he rises, extending a hand to you, “Would you care to dance, sweetheart?”

“Depends. Are we going to square dance?”

“Only if you want to, darling.”

“Yes to the dancing, no to the square dancing then.” You accept his hand and walk with him to the center of the dance floor. Your drinks remain abandoned at the bar.

The bassy thrum of the music and crooning vocals keep your hips undulating against his, but Jack has other ideas. He hasn’t let go of your hands, and your arms are crossed over your chest when he draws them up and over your head. Your arms extend and you spin, meeting his eyes as you grasp his hands.

The alternative pop song doesn’t translate perfectly to the style that he brings, but you can hardly complain. Around you, people are grinding against each other, but a small space clears for him to sway and turn with you. It’s surprisingly fun compared to what you knew of night dancing in a bar.

The tempo slows and you step inside his reach so that your back is against his chest.

‘Are you strange like me?

Lightin’ matches just to swallow up the flame like me?’

His breath catches hot and heavy in your ear as you press back into him, savoring every breath and drop of sweat that is your effect on him. The verse fades, and you allow him to lead once again. The melody swells in your head, drowning out everything around you until it’s only him and you. But this time the lyrics make you wonder about the man holding your hands.

‘Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold.’

The music ends with a crescendo and a final spin, and you’re left panting as your gaze locks with Jack’s. He’s holding you firmly, one hand on your waist, and your bodies feeling like they’re steaming in the chilly air. The spell breaks with a single glance upwards from him.

“Well that’s a fine addition to an already wonderful night.” There’s a tinge of amusement in his voice, and you follow his gaze.

The mistletoe hangs directly overhead. You glance down, a thrill of nerves running through your body at the intensity in Jack’s stare. Something must have shown in your eyes or body language, because he relaxes and loosen his grip on your waist.

“Only with your permission of course, darling.” He’s fighting it, but disappointment clouds his tone, and he withdraws. “I understand if it’s not something you wan--”

You cut him off by snagging his collar and pulling him close. The surprise on his face gives way to a smirk as you quip, “Don’t mind if I do, cowboy.”

Then his lips are on yours and you’re melting into him. The bar fades into the background and you lose yourself in a man that you had met three hours ago. He tastes like your drink. Tingles spread through your body as he deepens the kiss, warming you to the tips of your fingers.

Then you’re being pressed backwards until you hit the wall, hands instinctively flying up to tangle in his already messy hair. Something soft and firm brushes your fingertips, and you snag it on instinct, lifting Jack’s hat to plop it on top of your own head. He breaks the kiss, a soft smile spreading over his face when he pulls back to look at you.

“Do I make a good cowgirl?”

“Looks better on you than me, darling.” He kisses you again, hands sliding over your waist down to your ass, and you don’t think that’s a lasso pressing up against you. A low moan rumbles out of his throat, and you stifle a whimper at the sound. He chuckles, “Want to get out of here, cowgirl?”

“Yeah.” Lust boils in your stomach. You can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his kiss-swollen lips that part ever so slightly so you can see his tongue flick over them.

“Got any friends to notify of your immediate departure?” His breath ghosts over your skin and his dark eyes flick up from your lips to meet yours, warming your body as you lose yourself in the deep brown.

“No, too new to the city.” You whisper back, the noise of the club fading into the background while a wave of heat crashes over your body, swelling between your legs.

“Your place or mine?”

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Funny enough, Jack didn’t bring a car either, but he doesn’t explain and you don’t question it. You don’t regret walking the short five minutes to and from the bar, especially when Jack pulls you close to his side as you walk. You’re just passing under the bridge on your street when he stops walking.

“Stop, do you hear that?” You instantly freeze, eyes darting around for any perceivable threat. There’s too many potential hiding places, the shadows of the bridge supports could hide a man of any size and--

“Listen closely…” He hums the tune from the bar and steps away, tugging you forward a couple of steps. He pulls you back into him, and you’re able to hear the melody through the vibrations in his chest.

‘You can’t wake up, this is not a dream.’

You find your rhythm. The tempo picks up, only a shadow in your mind as you sway to the invisible beat. He matches you easily, and the two of you move with an unpracticed ease out from beneath the shadow of the bridge into the streetlight glow. The melody swells, and you laugh when a breeze ruffles your hair. You sing the last line to him.

‘Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold.’

You end up back in his arms, breathing hard and smiling up at Jack. His fingers slip down to interlock with yours, “I can help with that.” You should be freezing, but heat throbs under your skin in time with your racing heart.

He leans in, but just before his lips touch yours, you whisper, “Jack? We’re here.”

His eyes shift over to your front door briefly, then back to you. He grins. “Nice place.”

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You laugh as you stumble through your front door, your back hitting yet another wall when Jack pins you to the side of the living room. Heated kisses trail down your neck and a muscled thigh slides between yours. You shudder at the contact against your clothed pussy, your heartbeat throbbing between your legs fiercely.

“Jack, bed’s that way.”

“Oh sweetheart, that would be the end goal for sure.” Hands support your rear, and you fold your legs around him. You’re vaguely aware of him walking you towards the door that you indicated, but you can’t bring yourself to pay attention when he’s licking into your mouth and he’s so close and so warm and right there for you to enjoy. He lays you gently on the bed, legs dangling off the edge.

“You want this?” The question is so starkly unexpected that you blink and sit up for a moment. He’s standing there between your legs, hair disheveled and shirt half unbuttoned. His pupils are completely lust-blown and his shoulders are heaving with the heavy breaths he’s taking, and you’re struck with the thought that this is the first time someone has thought to ask. But you’d have to be half-dead to say no now.

“Yes.”

And then he’s undoing your pants and dropping to his knees in front of you. Warm breath ghosts over your exposed skin after he gently peels your pants off. You squirm as large, warm hands rub over your inner thighs. “Beautiful.” But he is too, with the way he glances up at you from between your legs. He’s absolutely beautiful, as he carefully pulls your panties to the side and drags his tongue through your folds.

“You taste better down here, sweetheart.” He immediately concentrates around your clit, tracing lazy circles around the sensitive nub and you forget how to breathe.

Your hips roll against his face, trying to gain more friction than what he’s giving, and you whimper as his mustache leaves a tingling trail on your skin. The heat pooling within your core is begging for more, and you’re close to doing the same as he continues to patiently taste you.

“Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. I’m going to make you feel so good, darling, you’re going to be screaming my name.” A thick finger rests against you, gathering your wetness and continuing to massage against your clit while his tongue finally dips to press against your entrance. You flutter in response, a whine scraping against the back of your throat. His tongue presses deep into your core, and you clench around the insistent pressure.

“Ja-Jack I’m go-gonna--” The words refuse to come smoothly, but he seems to sense your urgency. His tongue returns to your clit, sucking and kissing the flesh while his finger slips into your pussy.

“Come, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” Every flick of his tongue against your clit pulls another whine from you. Fuck, something inside you snaps and then heat is burning through your body. The wave crests, and you dimly hear a choked moan when your floor muscles convulse and heat drips from you.

He continues to taste you long after you’ve stopped convulsing, while the light fades from you vision and you regain feeling in your limbs. And you understand something. He’s tasting you simply to taste you, giving for the sake of giving. You know why you allowed it to get past the flirting stage.

“You doing good, darling?” He climbs up over you and kisses you, lips molding to yours like they were made to. He tastes like you.

You can’t respond, don’t want to when it means pulling away from this moment right now. The only thing you want right now is to stay like this, to stay in this perfect warmth, where the only thing you know is that he’s kissing you and you’re floating on the sheer feeling of being able to give because you feel like it.

Then he shifts, and you feel his erection brush against your thigh. And your gut tells you it’s his turn now. You move your leg, bringing it up between his thighs. It bumps against his length, and he tenses, pulling away and dropping his head to the crook of your neck. And you take the moment to flip the two of you, straddling his hips.

“Give me a second, darling, have to find a condom.” His arm reappears from the edge of the bed with his wallet, but you stop him.

“I have an implant. Are you clean?”

“Last checkup, yes. And I haven’t been with anyone since.”

You smirk, “Well then I see no need.”

He exhales, arms going behind his head as he grins up at you, “I’d have to say, as enjoyable as that just was, seeing you like this?” He shakes his head, “Best part of the night.”

“It’s about to get better.” His dick is velvety hard between your thighs, and you can’t help grinding down on it just a little.

“I’ll believe it when I feel it.” He groans, head falling back against the pillow.

The challenge floats in the air, and you grab both it and his length in a single moment. He’s going to be saying your name soon. Notching it at your entrance, you sink down in a single motion. He drags against your insides so perfectly, fitting to you and filling you so completely. Your back arches at the burning stretch, but all you can focus on is Jack’s groan when your butt meets his hips, how his body seizes under you, and how his hands fly to clutch at you.

But his cock inside you isn't enough, you need more contact, need to know that he’s right there with you. You grab his wrists and drag his hands up to your breasts, relishing the moan that escapes him as he squeezes them.

Your name echoes through the air, followed by his gasping breaths as you raise yourself off of him and sink back down. The heat starts building inside you again. His hips jerk up into you, seemingly unintentionally. “God, fucking perfect. Feel so good around me. Not gonna last, not after earlier, please sweetheart.”

You grind down onto him, finding your rhythm again. The fire inside of you is constant and overtaking you. It swells on its own without needing anything else besides Jack, who’s looking up at you like you’re the only star in the sky.

“You look so good bouncing on my dick, cowgirl, but I’m going to have you under me, squirming for me while I get you to keep making all of those cute noises. I’ll be-- fuck!” His breath catches and his hands dig into the flesh of your hips, and a voice in the back of your mind tells you that you’re going to have bruises tomorrow. You can’t seem to bring yourself to care.

You fight to retain your own rhythm, but it’s unsustainable, and your screaming muscles wear down in the face of Jack’s strength. They give out, and you’re caught in the rhythmic slapping of skin as Jack takes over.

“Ja- Jack! Fuck!” You can’t organize yourself enough to think, let alone acknowledge him while he continues to drive up into you. The ragged cries ripped from your throat lose all coherency. It’s too much, and the orgasm rising through your body is taking your mind with it. A hand detaches from your waist and presses directly against your clit, rocketing you further towards your climax. “Jack!”

“Come on sweetheart, I know you’ve got another in you. Let go. Let me take care of you.”

Your own orgasm hovers at the edge of your mind, but you shove it away in favor of tripping his. His breaths are coming heavier now, and his hips continue to slam upwards into yours. He’s going to outlast you at this rate, unless--

A hand grips your neck just enough that you register the pressure, and he drags you down against his body. The world flips around once more, and then you’re underneath him instead and his arms are planted on either side of your head as he-- fuck. The pace increases, no it must multiply by some large number because your body is shaking with every thrust, and the headboard is slamming against the wall and you’re glad that you don’t share these walls with anyone else. Your cry is muffled by his mouth, but the new angle causes him to drive up against something inside you that you swear makes you see a corner of heaven.

It spikes with a fury, driving you over the edge as you clamp down around him. Your body seizes, arching against Jack as the shockwaves claim your body. You’re rocketed somewhere high above the clouds for the second time tonight, and all you can really comprehend is how happy you are that you brought him home. And through the haze, you faintly hear him purring in your ear, “Good girl, pretty girl, gorgeous. Gorgeous.”

He keeps fucking you through your high, and you need him to cum. You need him to feel the same bliss that you do, and you know how to do it. The idea barely crosses your mind before your body accepts it, and your floor muscles clamp down almost of their own volition. He falters, and a gasp is the only sound you hear before he’s coming. His hips piston out and in one last time, and then he’s spilling deep inside you.

When the light fades from behind your eyes, you feel yourself being shifted. Your combined juices trickle down your leg as he pulls out, and your back is pressed against his chest. You drift, blinking in and out of consciousness. You feel him rise from behind you and then hear the sound of running water. He returns moments later, and there’s a damp cloth cleaning between your legs before he’s back in bed behind you, arms locked around your waist and pulling you close. His fingers intertwine with yours over your belly, and as they brush against the skin of your stomach, you realize that they aren’t cold anymore. He drags the comforter over your bodies.

The world around you is dissolving in a haze of exhaustion, but his voice rumbles through the fog. You’re so comfortable and warm, and by all rights you should be asleep. But you force yourself back to the world of waking, enough to hear him thanking you as he plants slow kisses along the back of your neck. The delicious warmth of his skin against yours draws you farther under and stifles the confusion at the statement, and you finally surrender to the exhaustion pulling at your body.

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Your phone alarm wakes you the next morning to an empty bed.

Realistically, you shouldn’t have expected him to be there, shouldn’t have hoped that it could have been more than a one time thing. Right? You’re a certified badass, a top-rated handler at Statesman Distillery who has guided multiple agents and friends through life and death scenarios. You deal in realism and pessimism. You have had one night stands before, none of which led to any kind of connection. You don’t need emotional connection to function. This shouldn’t be any different. Right?

Except you know how you normally feel after one night stands, and this isn’t it.

You’re on autopilot as you shower and dress for your first day. All you can think about is the warmth of his hands as they ran over your skin, his smirk as he caught your eye, mouth glistening with your release. His quiet ‘thank you’ last night as he curled his body around yours before falling asleep. If you could have had a say, you would have wanted more than one night. A second chance, maybe, but it’s not like you get many of those these days.

Statesman Distillery is across the street from last night’s bar, and the brisk air helps to clear your head and prepare you mentally. As soon as you walk through those doors, you’re Agent Seltzer, not a girl pining for a man whom you barely know beyond his name. You hesitate under the bridge on your way to work. The music echoes in your ears and chest. You keep walking.

The receptionist directs you to your new office. Top floor, third door on the left. It’s roomier than your last one, though now you’re at HQ, not the LA branch office. A woman meets you at the elevator. She is slight, but her steely composure and short cut hair give her an air of maturity and ability.

“Good morning and Merry Christmas, Seltzer.” She’s holding a basket with a label that reads ‘Happy First Day!’ “I’m Ginger Ale, the head overseer of the base-side handlers, and I’ll be giving you the basic acclimation on your first day. Sorry that it had to be a holiday, but an impending crisis in Chicago has just taken a turn for the worse. The mission briefing has been sent to your tablet.”

Your brow furrows slightly, and she continues as if she could read your internal question. “This isn’t usually my job, but it’s the holidays and most of the other agents trained in onboarding are on leave. We’re throwing you into the deep end on your first day, unfortunately, but your superiors at the LA branch assured us that you would take to it naturally.”

She sets the gift basket on your desk, and you notice the largest item in the basket is a bottle of the famed Statesman whiskey. You idly take it out and study the label. “Interesting first day gift.”

Ginger shrugs with a faint smile, “That’s directly from your assigned field agent, Agent Whiskey. He gifts those to his new handlers.”

“Any reason why?”

“He--” She seems to start to say something, then stops herself, “It’s an early apology. He’s experienced, and he operates as he sees fit. He burns through handlers faster than a hot knife through butter.”

The challenge floats above your head at the explanation, and you take it. “I’m assuming that I will get to meet Agent Whiskey before our official briefing?”

“Yes,” Ginger checks her watch, “In about… two seconds.”

“Sweetheart.” The voice is achingly familiar, and memories of last night crash over you like a heatwave. Second chances, hm?

Part Two if anyone cares for it

#pedros12daysofchristmas #smut #fluff #agent whiskey #kingsman #statesman #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #ginger ale makes a cameo and is a tired badass

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The chains of familial obligations and expectations were suffocating, to say the least. For as long as you could remember, your parents expected you to be the perfect student, smile for the camera when you got an award, and exist for the sole purpose of becoming someone they could brag about. When you first discovered the Eggy Cafe, you didn’t quite know just how much of an impact it’d have on your life. You visited with the sole purpose of finding a place to study in peace and quiet. It first started off as you going every few weeks, usually before a test or when you wanted to be alone in a place where no one knew you.

Never in a million years did you’d think that you’d become friends with Jieun, the owner, or that she’d offer you a part-time job. You weren’t looking for one nor did you need the money but for some reason, you accepted it. And so for the past year, you’ve been working as a barista for the Eggy Cafe, enjoying your job more than you should be. The scent of coffee beans and freshly baked pastries became embedded into your clothes, the sounds of conversations from customers you chatted with became music to your ears, and in the Eggy Cafe, you found the constant warmth you’ve been longing for your entire life. Just a few months ago, the Eggy Cafe started gaining attention from students on campus due to the school’s basketball team star player, Min Yoongi talking about how good your drinks (mostly the Americanos) were. You became known as a sort of fairy of caffeine, supplying people with their caffeine fix and pastries that tasted better than the overpriced Starbucks on campus.

It was nearing midnight and there were a few people still in the cafe, studying and working on homework but you could handle it on your own. Your coworker of 3 weeks, Jay had to leave a few hours before his shift ended for a reason you’d didn’t care enough to remember. You were currently making a drink for yourself when suddenly,

“Uhh, hey,” a voice said somewhat unsure of themselves. You looked at where it came from and saw someone standing awkwardly by the side of the bar counter somewhat of a distance away from you.

“Hi, do you know what you want to order yet?” you asked. He shook his head and looked around. There was an air of loneliness that surrounded him, he looked familiar for some reason probably because you’ve seen him around campus.

“Take a seat and however long as you need,” you said with a smile. He sat down by the bar counter, two seats away from you and you continued making your drink. A silence befell the two of you until finally,

“Why are all the drinks named like potions?”

“Because this place is magical and I’m a witch,” you joked.

“I heard from Jay-hyung that a fairy working here,” he said, causing you to smile,

“What kind of potion do you want?”

“Got a potion for making friends?” he asked. You knew that he was only joking but you could feel a sliver of truth in his words. Working in the Eggy Cafe for so long allowed you to get to know various types of people and how to help them out, even if it was for a few brief moments.

“Give me a sec, I’ve got just the thing.” It didn’t take long before you placed a cup in front of him and you leaned on the other side of the counter to start a conversation.

“Drink this,” you said. He looked at the cup, then back at you in confusion,

“Tea?”

“What’s on your mind, babe?”

You learned that the practically 6 feet tall guy’s name was Nishimura Riki but people often called him Ni-ki. You realized that the reason he looked familiar was because he was a dance major and you saw him practicing by the quad sometimes. Throughout the next few months, you started noticing him more and more after that day, saying hi whenever you passed by each other and smiling at him when you couldn’t say hi. One lunchtime when Ni-ki came to the cafe his order was in a to-go cup, you figured he’d be leaving. As he waited, you gave him a plate with some mochi on it.

“I didn’t order this,” he said, looking at the plate of mochi.

“Try it out for me, let me know if it tastes good. I made it this morning and I’m thinking of asking Jieun to sell it.” He took a bite, eyes lightening up as the taste settled on his lips. He had had lots of mochi and desserts throughout his lifetime but this was unlike anything he’d ever had before.

“What is this?” he asked, looking at you in pure amazement. You made a mental note to yourself that food was something that made Ni-ki smile.

“Smores mochi, it’s good, yeah?” he nodded,

“You should sell this. Definitely.” As you handed him his drink,

“Great, it’ll give you a reason to come by more often.” You got back to work, not quite noticing the tinge of red that was starting to show on his cheeks or how he muttered,

“I already have a reason to come by more often,” to himself, just out of earshot from anyone else.

Ni-ki came to the cafe later that week with some people, one of them included Jay who also wasn’t working. The only thing was that when he saw you, you weren’t behind the register with an apron. Instead, you were sitting in the booth by the window with a laptop in front of you and what seemed like hundreds of papers on the table. Your hair was brought up in a messy bun with strands of hair around your face and you sported an oversized hoody.

“What’s up?” a voice asked, turning your attention away from your laptop and whoever it was.

“Jay-hyung, don’t bother her,” Ni-ki said as he went to your table. A guy whose name you later found out was Jungwon sat next to Jay while the other 4 guys were in line at the register.

“It’s not a bother, I’ll always welcome your company Ni-ki,” you said. He knew damn well that you were saying it out of friendliness but he couldn’t stop the heat that rose to his cheeks. You were introduced to the 5 other guys and learned that Ni-ki and Jay were a part of a group that put out performances.

“Y/n-ah, you work here?” the one whose name you found out was Sunoo asked already comfortable with you. Sunoo was bright and cheery at the first meet, the opposite of Ni-ki but you realized that the two complimented each other.

“When I’m not studying I’m either sleeping or supplying caffeine,” you replied with a smile. As everyone settled into their own conversation, you started eating the chocolate chocolate chip muffin you baked earlier. Even though you weren’t working today, Jieun still let you have access to the kitchen and coffee. Seeing Ni-ki eyeing your plate, without thinking much of it, you ripped out a piece and brought it up to Ni-ki’s mouth. As he accepted the bite, his arm reached over behind your shoulders to get his cup of tea which was by the ledge of the window.

He returned the cup back to its original place but his arm stayed around your shoulders. You didn’t mind it, if anything you were glad for Ni-ki and his presence lately. Somewhere down the line, the once 7 guys you were with became just Ni-ki by your side.

“Can I walk you home?” Ni-ki asked as you started packing up your things.

“Well, if you’re offering to be my bodyguard tonight I won’t refuse” As you and Ni-ki walked to your dorm, it didn’t quite register how much you enjoyed being with him until he had to leave. Once at your doorstep,

“There’s a dance showcase happening at the festival tomorrow, I’m performing with everyone else and solo. If you’re not busy, do you wanna... come?” Dancer Ni-ki was a part of him you had yet to see and you heard so much about it from everyone else. Over the past few months, his closed-off persona was slowly fading and little by little he was letting you into his world.

“I’ll be there, we can celebrate your win at the cafe after!”

“Yah, what makes you think I’m going to win?”

“If you lose then we can celebrate the fact that it’s over.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Mhm.”

The next day came by quicker than you were expecting, the only part you were looking forward to was the showcase. You were able to be close to the front of the stage with a few of your friends and you cheered as loud as you possibly could when it was time for Ni-ki’s performance. In awe of how he commanded the stage, you couldn’t believe just how powerful Ni-ki was, practically leaving you more breathless than when the two of you were next to each other. He was definitely going to win. And if the judges thought otherwise you were going to throw a riot.

Later that night, the Eggy Cafe was full of chatters as the group and solo dance performance trophies were set on the counter. The boys were clearly tired but still happy nonetheless. While Jay was teaching Jake how to make a puppuccino for Layla, Sunghoon was washing the dishes that you guys used since it was after closing time, Jungwon and Sunoo taking selcas, and Heeseung asleep on the couch, Ni-ki was sitting across the counter from you.

“Y/n?” he asked.

“What’s on your mind?”

“You updated the menu names?” he asked, looking behind you. They were still as crazy if not more as they were originally.

“Which potion do you want?”

“Got a potion that’ll give me the courage to ask you out?” Unable to stop yourself from blushing, you set a cup of tea in front of him. He took a sip,

“Are you free tomorrow?” Nodding as you took a sip of your own drink,

“I am.”

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jenomark · 3 years ago

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Can i request how you see them as artist ?

Like who like solo/ group activities, or creative with no giving up on their ideas , or who just follows , and what kind of environment they prefer , or who can get stressed easily from pressure of work if something isn't right or their way of doing things ?

Like artistic soul , how free or cooperative or giving up ?

Sorry if i'm asking to much, i hope you get what i'm saying, i appreciate your blog a lot ♥️♥️

These are only my opinions ~

Taeil: He deserves a solo project (!!!!), but I think he's happiest being in a team. I can't see him ever liking being a solo artist full-time. Though music is a passion, I think the great allure of being an idol is doing it with people he loves. Not stressed easily (most of the time), because he really trusts his team.

Johnny: Personally, I think he's a lot happier than he was before, a lot more confident and really looking forward to his future with music. I do think he wants solo opportunities, and I really would LOVE to see him pursue that. I expect he misses being a part of something he could mostly call just his.

Taeyong: Extremely hard worker. Never feels fully satisfied. I think he's really good at what he does. His creativity never stops and it's always changing the way it shows itself to the world . It's not just music he's creative about. I would like to see a solo mixtape. I think it's in his future.

Yuta: He loves music. I see him as someone who has always had it in him to be musical. His singing voice is beautiful. I'm really appreciative of SM giving him a spot in 'From Home'. I would like to see more of that, and I think he would too. I don't think he's someone that will give up on himself, which makes me happy.

Kun: He isn't given as much opportunity as he should be given. He feels like he's practically begging to be a producer. Not that WayV needs help, but I think Kun being involved will only mean success. He's good at working alone. He's really good at knowing what people want to hear. He's very particular about his work too.

Doyoung: He's happy as he is. He has to be really content, musically. He's definitely more of a follower, in my opinion. He'll do whatever the company wants him to do. I think he does have his own thoughts and opinions about work but is less likely to speak up.

Ten: He would do well solo. He's someone that can definitely stand on his own and gain a lot of attention. Though he works in a team (and is content), I think he's aware of how solo projects benefit him and suit him. He knows himself better than anyone else.

Jaehyun: Isn't reaching his full potential. I think he's more of a leader than people (and himself) give him credit for. He knows what he wants but isn't likely to reach out for it unless he feels he can't fail. I do see him working as a loner. I also see him as someone who worries a lot about his future.

WinWin: Stresses very easily and feels he works twice as hard. I always see him as someone who appears carefree, but I think he's burning with passion deep inside. Solo activity scares him but he wants to try it so badly. Loves his members. Loves his members so much and can't imagine a future without them.

Jungwoo: Constantly challenges himself. He's someone who vibes off of others. His team lifts him up and really keeps him going. I can't see him doing singing solo work as a career, but I definitely think MC-ing on music shows was a perfect choice for him. It's the right kind of pressure for him that will help him grow.

Lucas: As an artist, I see him as someone who isn't as confident in himself. I think he takes baby steps towards his goals. I think he's very scared and intimidated by what he considers "bigger" and "better" music. He's happiest when the pressure isn't solely on him. He's the type to collab and feel excited about it.

Mark: For this ask, Mark is probably the easiest to read. Hard worker who never takes enough time for himself, but it's what he's most comfortable with doing. He would be bored if he stopped working. He would suffer, in a way. I see him as a very creative person who is doing music genres that aren't his main interest. Has a lot of weight on his shoulders.

Xiaojun: He's a supporter. As an artist, I think he's pretty solid in his confidence. He's there to lift others up. He's there to have fun. He wants it all to mean something, so he does have his moments where he might not feel fully satisfied, but he's always the type to excitedly think about every aspect of music.

Hendery: Needs to speak up more. Musically, he needs more of a voice. I want him to let his creativity bloom. I see him as someone who feels like he needs his team by his side to succeed. Needs to believe in himself more.

Renjun: Has so many ideas but not enough time. He wants to collab. He wants to cover songs. He plays around with making his own songs with other people, but I don't think any of that comes to the surface often. Music is a part of him. He'll do it until the day he dies.

Jeno: I feel that he feels happiest when he is doing group activities. He wants to keep being active. Dream not having a comeback probably makes him really stagnant artistically. He misses the glory times. He loves music but he does have other loves in his life to pass the time.

Haechan: He's a fantastic artist. Whether they love him or hate him, he gets people talking. His sound is unique. His work ethic is great. He's fun and personable. He's the entire package, to be honest. I do sense self-doubt sometimes but he'll never allow himself to even think about giving up. He was born to do this.

Jaemin: I see him being curious about a lot of things. Wonders what it would be like to work alone, but it's not something he's in a hurry to do. Loves his team. Is grateful to be a part of something. I do think he's creative but keeps a lot of it to himself. Like Taeyong, his creativity pours out into other aspects of his life.

YangYang: He feels like a writer, like a true writer. He's too stubborn to be a follower. I see him as someone with a lot of really fresh ideas. I hope people are listening to him. I think he's on his way to doing something really big and surprising.

Shotaro: He has the greed for music and dance. I think he'll go far based on that hunger for it. I don't think he has his artist' image quite planned out yet, because he's just starting to figure out who he is.

Sungchan: Very shy. Feels like he works on things alone in his room, things that will never see the light of day. Doesn't feel like he has his own voice, or deserves it quite yet. He's someone who learns quickly, especially from his team members.

Chenle: Tries not to let stress interfere with the music. I think he's good at it too. Could do solo but chooses to be in a team. I think he's similar to Taeil in this respect. He's just really happy to be involved with everyone. The process is fun for him.

Jisung: He does have an artistic soul. I would like him to try writing more. I would like to see him extend himself far into what makes him scared, because I know it would create something genius. He loves working with his team and learning from people more experienced. I see him mostly as an artist who can only keep growing.

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