#I had time today

[didhewinkback]

Is an intimacy coordinator needed for a fully clothed sex scene simulation? Man, you people cannot make me hate Olivia. Try your damnedest but it has not worked to this day. She is awesome and freaking strong! That's probably also why she is hated by weird fans.

do you honestly think that a stipulation of a intimacy coordinators job is that they are only required if there is nudity? you think actors don't need someone there to help choreograph a scene where one actor has his head in between the other actors legs? are you for fucking real? you honestly think it is more appropriate for the only person to be choreographing and listening to the actors in incredibly vulnerable circumstances where one actor has his mouth next to the others vagina for a 12 hour shoot day is someone who is dating one of them?

i usually try to ignore messages like this because you're a freak who lurked in my tags to find something about olivia in it but this shit actually gets me so heated. it is incredibly irresponsible to promote a movie as a feminist manifesto about female pleasure when there was no one on that set to protect your female lead. kirsten dunst just talked about how uncomfortable kissing scenes (yes bitch, kissing scenes when all their clothes are on) were for her as a young actress. anne hathaway just did an interview about how she used to have to make out with actors for chemistry tests and how she wished there was someone in those situations to vouch for her. i could go on forever. intimacy coordinators are a necessity on set no matter how intense the intimate scenes get - they are there to advocate for and protect the actor and change things if an actor feels uncomfortable no matter what. if the only person there to help you during that scene is the director and she is currently sleeping with ur scene partner that is not a situation in which you feel advocated for, heard, comfortable or protected. and truly how fucking dare you act like the only thing that would make someone feel vulnerable in that situation is being naked.

there is nothing feminist or empowering about abusing your position of power. you don't get to get off from bad behavior and being bad at your job by arguing that people wouldn't be saying this shit if you were a man. that movie sucked and so do you.

[swan2swan]

I had no idea you were learning Polish!!! It was a very nice surprise to see the subtitles in my native language in one of your posts XD Good luck! Powodzenia ⚔️

My partner's Polish, so putting in a little effort to communicate with her family feels nice...also, languages are fun, and I was curious about the opportunity.

I might have more luck doing this project in French or Spanish, though. Linguam Latinam studeo, igitur discere eos facilior est.

[ajgrey9647]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy:

Quad Life Poly + Holding hands

Off the cuff drabbles (for the most part they are drabbles. I had to contain myself)

Tender Touches (A Series of Drabbles)

Drakkon/Red/Tommy Oliver/Jason Scott:

The first time it happened, it was perfunctory, a necessity to ensure that they all were teleported safely from Zedd’s lunar palace. The second time, or maybe it was an extension of the first, was instinctive, subconscious, and the source of much embarrassment when they’d finally shaken the fog of extreme mental and physical overload.

On the hotel room’s standard queen-sized bed, it was a rather tight fit, but somehow, without being aware of what they were doing, the four made it work.

In the middle, Jason and Red cuddled closely together, fingers entwined, and the former pet’s forehead, crusted with dried blood, pressed against his younger counterpart’s. The Omega’s thigh rested between the older man’s legs, the warmth of the embrace soothing his muzzy, confused mind as the sedative continued to circulate in his blood and make his muscles feel overwhelmingly heavy.

At their backs, the dominants protectively curled at the submissives’ backs, Drakkon and Tommy firmly gripping the other’s hand while their thighs were slung over their partners’ hips, the combative pairs’ ankles even crossing in a way that was almost dainty. Each had an ass cheek that hung precariously over the precipice and were covered with only a tiny corner of the floral duvet.

They huddled tightly like naked, pink, baby birds in the too-small bed and slept nearly 24 hours before waking to the shock of their lives.

Tommy/Red:

Jason and Tommy returned to the hotel room that day, weeks after their initial discovery and the ordeal in Zedd’s palace, the subject of sex an unspoken item on the weekend’s itinerary, and the White Ranger’s heart was at war with his cock. As the Omega drove to the lakeside town, he could only stare thoughtfully at the lovely rose he held clutched in his clammy hand, its velvety, scarlet petals outlined with in ebony.

Drakkon and Jason decided to forego subtlety, each too eager to play to waste time on any misgivings or second thoughts. The younger man tore the tyrant’s shirt off seconds before his back was slammed against the wallpapered hotel wall, the resultant thud easily heard downstairs by the front desk ‘clerk’.

Red and Tommy sat awkwardly on the edge of the mattress, their thighs not evening touching as the White Ranger thrust the rose at the older man, who blushed as he marveled at the flower’s beauty.

The two highly hormonal men writhed against each other, moaning loudly and muttering harsh obscenities while Tommy looked on owlishly.

“Looks like fun,” Red whispered playfully against his ear, making him jump. “How do you want me, White Ranger? On my knees? Or my back? Maybe upside down?”

Now it was the younger man’s turn to blush.

“Uh, actually…I thought maybe we could…you know…” he stammered. “Go out?”

Tommy saw confusion creased Red’s face and, though he felt stupid and perhaps ungrateful, he mumbled the conflicting feelings at war in his heart. He couldn’t escape the feeling that it was wrong to just use the former pet’s body for pleasure, like he wasn’t an equal…still an animal without thoughts and emotions and desires.

“You wish to woo me, Tommy?” Red grinned, pleasantly amused by the White Ranger’s adorable, flustered gesturing and stuttering.

“I want it to be the right way the first time… Not like what happened ‘over there’.”

At that moment, Drakkon and Jason tumbled onto the bed, nearly landing on the other two men as they twisted together like fornicating rattlesnakes. The tyrant couldn’t help but overhear his weaker counterpart utter the underhanded jab.

Slipping his tongue from the Omega’s mouth, he jerked his head back to give Jason a faux glare.

“And you? Do you require wining and dining before I rail you?”

“I require that you fuck me until I can’t walk straight!” the dark-haired man growled throatily.

Giving the other two a pointed look, Drakkon hissed like an agitated feline.

“If you aren’t going to wrestle, then get out of the arena!”

Red rolled his eyes dramatically before sliding his hand into Tommy’s and pulling him up from the bed. They remained hand-in-hand as they walked out the front entrance, raising the ‘clerk’s’ brow while he discretely signaled his handler.

Drakkon/Tommy:

In the beginning, Drakkon would have proclaimed it’d be a cold day in hell before he’d willingly behave in a such a manner with his combative Prime Counterpart. Sure, they’d high-five or bump fists while fucking their submissives, but there wasn’t exactly any physical display of affection between the two.

“Isn’t it enough that I no long wish to kill the little shit?” the tyrant lamented to the group. “I feel…protective…over him, but I really don’t know what else you want from me?”

Tommy wasn’t the least bit offended, feeling much the same way. It wasn’t necessary for he and Drakkon to be all lovey-dovey for this to work. Being able to be in the same room and not tear the other’s head from their shoulders was a vast improvement in itself. They might swear or insult one another or engage in petty antics designed to cause aggravation. But there was no exchange of blows or snatching of weapons.

Then the incident happened…

It was embarrassing. It was dumb as all fuck. And something that Drakkon would have teased him about until the end of time Tommy was certain.

Jason was out that afternoon and the White Ranger was feeling especially frisky. The tyrant had been needling him for the past couple days about not being on his ‘level’ in terms of erotic kink, despite them being the same fucking person.

With those insults in mind, Tommy had propositioned Red, begging the older man to introduce him to something ‘different’, something that he could hold over the motherfucker’s head. He wanted to know if maybe there was something that even Drakkon was too much of a pussy to try…

Red had warned him it wasn’t a good idea…almost pleaded with him to just let it go. But no, Tommy insisted.

While he’d bottomed on occasion for Jason, it wasn’t his usual position. With Drakkon being such a control-freak and having trust issues, taking something in the ass wasn’t his forte…

Begrudgingly, the former pet had pulled out the small, metallic balls, the soft clink as they struck one another almost ominous. Getting them in took a little work…

It was getting them out that they ran into a problem.

Drakkon heard the commotion as he sat on the couch, amusing himself with trashy reality TV shows and keeping an ear perked pervertedly towards the bedroom. He hadn’t missed the clack of the exotic balls and knew as well as Red did that the whole thing was going to come back to bite the White Ranger in the ass.

And so it eventuated that Tommy curled upon the mattress, his clenched bare cheeks in the air while Red perched behind him, also stark naked, his lubed finger probing delicately at the offended hole. Though he had initially laughed, braying like a fucking donkey, at the little shit’s predicament, Drakkon ended up holding Tommy’s hand throughout the ordeal.

“If you relax a little more, it’d really help,” Red grunted, trying to work his way in to hook the truant ball. “I’m sure I can get it if you just work with me.”

He pressed forward but to his surprise, it was Drakkon that shrieked in pain.

“GODDAMMIT! FUCKING HELL, THOMAS! RANGER STRENGTH!”

The bones in his hand cracked alarmingly in Tommy’s grasp as the White Ranger squeezed for all he was worth, shimmying his ass forward and away from Red.

“Shit, dude! Sorry! My bad!”

“Bullshit!”

Drakkon cradled his purplish fingers and glared at the punk.

“How about I give it a go?” he hissed.

Red/Jason:

It was a long time coming, a conversation that needed to be had. The two almost mirror images sat before one another, Red seemingly afraid to even look at Jason’s face. The Omega tenderly reached out, taking his doppelganger’s hand in his own.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for, Red. What you did was because you were sick… If anything, I should be apologizing to you,” he whispered firmly. “And thanking you for what you did for me…both of me…”

And Various Friends…

Red/Eugene:

It was early morning, the sun just starting to crest over the horizon as it cast vivid orange and pink rays across the glittering waves of the lake. The air was slightly chilly, the breeze coaxing a vulnerable pimpling of gooseflesh over Eugene’s bare upper arms, the delicate pale skin of his shoulders and back also exposed while he posed knee deep in the cold water. Ethereal, wispy tulle fanned out about his legs, floating like fairy wings. Deeply scarlet roses circled him, their velvety petals sparkling with water droplets.

Demurely, Eugene clutched the hem of the unbuttoned bodice to his chest while he faced away from the camera, the neckline and sleeves tracing a path over his crooked elbows and collarbone. Highlighted this way, he resembled an otherworldly sprite, a fae of the lake returning from the human realm.

“Perfect!” Red complimented. “Hold that pose for me, Eugene…”

He could hear the shutter and click of the camera as the gray-haired man knelt on one knee to capture just the right angle.

“Got it,” the amateur photographer commented, sliding a finger over the screen to play back the images. “These are going to look amazing…”

Red moved closer, wadding out into the water himself for a close up. Eugene had a sensual slope to his shoulders, the blades bony and pronounced under his white skin. He was fortunate that most of his scars were more easily hidden than the former pet’s.

“Shit, this water’s freezing. Are you ok to do a few more or do you want to use what we have?”

Glancing back at his old friend, the lanky man grinned.

“In for a penny, out for a pound, buddy. I’ve got a few more in me at least.”

Red grinned, tapping his chin as he considered other poses that might show off the angular lines, fair flesh, and the beauty of the vintage gown floating in the waves.

“Hmmm… If you think you can tolerate it, walk out a bit further so we can get more of the dress to lift around you.”

As Eugene walked out until the waves lapped at his waist, Red followed, carefully pushing his roses in the other’s wake. These pre-wedding photos were going to be the best they’d done, and he couldn’t wait to see Billy and Matthew’s faces when they received them.

The lush gown fanned out as he’d hoped and Red snapped several more shots as the sun rose higher in the sky.

“You know, Eugene, with the way the light’s reflecting off the water, it looks like the lake’s on fire. I’m thinking black and white but with vibrant color accents…like maybe if you turn around and I get the lower part of your face. That red lipstick should be illegal to wear.”

Skull turned to look over his shoulder at Red, his cheeks pink with the warm blush and his eyes fringed in long midnight lashes.

“I like the way you think, partner!” he teased with a wink.

All in all, it was one of the most inspiring scenes Red had shot. The fact it was for Matthew, Eugene, and Billy’s wedding made it all the better.

When it was time to make the cumbersome trek back to the silty shore, the long trailing material of the dress made the fight against the water even harder now that it was fully saturated. For a frightening moment, Eugene had stumbled, losing his balance on his shivering legs, the muscles overworked and growing numb. Inadvertently, he grabbed hold of Red’s shoulders, falling into his chest and nearly taking them both under.

“Easy does it! I’ve got you, Eugene!”

The former pet gently righted him with an amused twinkle in his eye.

“Allow me to offer my assistance to the blushing bride,” he teased, holding out an elbow.

For a moment, Skull hesitated, the reaction a knee-jerk response to the one-time over-arching rule of Lord Drakkon.

DO NOT TOUCH RED…

Then the moment passed, and he looped his arm through his dear friend’s, their fingers entwining like out of an old-fashioned novel.

“Can’t say I ever thought I’d be escorting a bride on my arm,” Red snickered as they sloshed onward.

Drakkon/Eugene

“What the absolute fuck are you asking me?” Drakkon choked out, sure he’d misheard the whole conversation as they sat eating lunch at the picnic table on the deck of the cabin. “Are you running a fever perhaps? Or smacked your head off something?”

Eugene sighed.

“Look, I never ever in the history of ever thought I’d be asking this of you, of all people. But you’re the only one left to do it. Red will be taking pictures, Jason is doing the music, and Tommy is the one officiating or whatever you want to call it… Do you want to actually do something nice for me for a change?”

Rolling his eyes, the tyrant huffed.

“Of course, you’d bring all that up again…”

“Yes, of course…” Skull smiled sweetly. “So you in or out?”

Over the course of their reunion, the Coinless orphans had settled into an easy type of friendship. It hadn’t been without tension or awkwardness or scathing comments and accusations, but it had reached a semblance of camaraderie in their shared history. The two groups eventually fell into a routine, celebrating some holidays together as Drakkon, Red, and Eugene couldn’t exactly be seen by their partners’ families without a lot of raised eyebrows, questions, and possible smelling salts being involved. No one wanted to tackled all the discussion of alternate time lines, universes, Power Rangers, etc, not they were really allowed to do so anyway.

Of course, they made their own traditions over time, creating their own little niche in the world.

As Drakkon escorted the vailed Eugene down the crimson runner to where Matt and Billy stood, he felt the bride give him a glance through the lacy material.

Eugene was surprised to see the genuine emotion in the tyrant’s eyes…something that wasn’t rage, wrath, disgust, or contempt. He looked like how ‘Tommy Oliver’ might have if he’d made better choices…

Giving Drakkon’s hand a squeeze, the former Sentry Captain gave a sassy grin.

“Ever think you’d get to play ‘father of the bride’?”

Settling an expression of haughty unbotheredness, the asshole clucked his tongue.

“I doubt I’d have spawned a more lovely daughter than you, Eugene…”

Red/Matthew:

Matthew was the one who’d found him… Drakkon and Tommy had departed on their ritualized weekend grocery store runs and Jason had left to spend some quality time with his parents who’d been dropping hints that they missed him, didn’t see him all that much anymore. Billy and Eugene were still entwined amongst the silk sheets of their bed, indulging in the afterglow of some morning delight.

While they’d still kept their farmhouse-style dwelling on the outskirts of Angel Grove, the group couldn’t pass up the extravagant ‘gift’ Drakkon had bestowed upon them. Holding out the keys to the cabin that was situated next to their own, he’d enumerated the benefits of living close to one another before blithely offering up the lame excuse that was slightly closer to the truth.

“I don’t need some nosey ass motherfuckers moving in over there and gawking at us… At least you know why we all resemble each other…”

Matthew went for a jog that morning to work out the stiffness that came with spending a lot of time in bed, but not because he was sleeping… As a young newlywed, sore muscles and fatigue went with the territory. Plus going for a run gave him a good excuse to come back shirtless, sweaty, and glowing with endorphins…

The first time, he’d went down the road, Matt had seen Red in the backyard, getting ready to start his static workout and poses on the two metal beams that were erected for his preferred workout. However, as he came back a second time, he’d noticed the gray-haired man wasn’t there…or so he thought…

Slowing his strides, the Green Ranger had a bad feeling gnawing at his gut. He cut through the yard, rounding the corner of the cabin to find Red sprawled on the ground, unconscious. The overhead beams still glistened with morning dew, making them deceptively slick.

“Oh shit! Red! Hey, buddy, you alright?” Matt yelled, racing to the older man’s side.

The former pet didn’t respond to the shouts.

The jock quickly pulled his phone from the pocket of his gym shorts, his other hand finding its way into Red’s as he started to call for help, not caring at the possible problems that could arise. From the cabin on the opposite side of road, the warm motherly neighbor lady came running… Jane.

“Matt? What’s going on? What happened to Jamie?” she panted, referring to Red by his public persona.

“I dunno… He fell, I think…”

A grumbled grunt and the man in question began to stir.

“Jamie? Oh, thank goodness!” Jane started even as he started to shake his head to clear it.

“Jamie,” he whispered, rolling over to look at the brightening blue spring sky. “Yes, that’s right. I’m Jamie…”

Red/Jane:

He loved having a painting partner. Sure, Drakkon would gamely pick up a brush, but his forte was pencil or charcoal. The tyrant preferred to create still images not ‘make believe shit’ like Red.

“No offense, darling.”

When the kindly plump camp store clerk moved in across the street, not long after they themselves had settled in, he’d been curious about her. Jane had a calming aura about her that Red found soothing. Unlike with most other people, his brain didn’t lock up quite so bad around her, and when it did, she patiently waited it out.

Being brave, he’d decided to pursue a new friendship.

Red and Jane often met on her front porch, the posts decorated with full trellises of flowers that the gray-haired man appreciated. Propping up their easels, Jane and ‘Jamie” painted side by side, sometimes quietly, sometimes engaged in thoughtful conversation. Her questions weren’t probing or uncomfortable, but they did make Red think.

For a mere camp store clerk, she seemed rather well versed in mental health, almost on a par with Drakkon. But then he dismissed those considerations; there was no way Jane knew the truth about him…

She became a defacto mother figure to the motherless, psychically splintered man. Something about her comforted the part of his mind that might have been the Coinless Jason Scott.

So, when Jane held Jamie’s hand that evening before he departed for home, he’d looked at her with something like love in his eyes… her hand warm in his own as she squeezed it with genuine compassion.

[thatseventiesbitch]

Donna’s Decisions In The Relapse: An Analysis

In S4xE6 “The Relapse”, Midge leaves her family and Kitty sends Eric over to the Pinciotti’s in a sport coat with a casserole. Donna promptly jumps his bones and they do it, leading Eric to believe they’re back together while Donna insists to their friends that they’re not.

I’ve always thought that one can’t really blame poor Eric for thinking that having sex meant they were back together, based on what we know about how seriously Donna approaches sex. She and Eric knew each other since they were kids and exchanged ‘I love you’s’, but it still took months of dating before she felt comfortable losing her virginity to him. Her parents’ laissez faire attitude towards casual sex seems to have created the exact opposite instinct in her. So for Donna to say something like,

It was like I would have done it with anybody.

- that really raises some eyebrows. It’s not something we would typically expect from her character.

However, one also has to take into account the circumstances her character was in during season 4. Her mom left the family - she moved across the country without warning, abandoning Donna and leaving her to be raised by her well-intentioned but bumbling dad. Her boyfriend, who she’s in love with and depends on for stability, broke up with her and is being a jerk in the aftermath - kicking her out of the basement, pitting their friends against her, etc. Donna was already in a not-great place before these things happened. She was acting out for her parents attention by failing classes and smoking on school grounds in S2xE9 “Eric gets Suspended”, she was stressed out about her family’s financial stability after Bob lost his job in S3xE8 “Jackie Bags Hyde”, crying about her parents’ unhappy marriage compared to the Formans’ in S3xE16 “Romantic Weekend”, etc. So losing both Midge and Eric now - two pillars of support - could be enough to spiral her into a very bad place, where she’s making some decisions she normally wouldn’t make.

And she was acting impulsively throughout much of season 4, including some presumed sexually risky behavior. Agreeing to go to the Le Motel with Casey. Drinking with him during the day, and cutting school. Maybe sleeping with someone random - anyone - in this moment in S4xE6 “The Relapse” would have been a believable choice she’d make at this point in time, another string in this pattern. Eric just happened to be the one who walked through the door.

But maybe not.

Donna tells both Jackie and Hyde that “it was like she would’ve done it with anyone [when she hooked up with Eric].” 

Again, maybe it’s true and it’s how she honestly felt. Maybe she was being utterly self-destructive in that moment. But maybe she’s trying to save face in front of her friends because she’s embarrassed. She just hooked up with her ex! And she’s not ready to face the reason why - which is because she still has feelings for him (duh).

Case in point? When Eric confronts her about what happened at the end of the episode, Donna doesn’t tell him the same line about how she would have done it with anyone (although he’s of course heard it at this point). What she says is, 

“I’m sorry for needing you, but I did.”

- and I think that’s closer to what really happened. Donna needed him. Not anyone, Eric. Her person. For some comfort sex, for a distraction, to just feel loved and not totally alone in the wake of this huge loss and life change. 

Eric, as mad as he was at the start of the scene, is immediately diffused by these words for what it’s worth. And he also forgives her without a second thought. Which makes me think he gets it.

So I guess that’s my (controversial?) fandom opinion of the day: I remain unconvinced that Donna would have hooked up with ‘anyone’ that day. I think that line was a convenient excuse she gave to her friends, but she and Eric know the truth.

This is really solidified for me a few episodes into season 5. In S5xE9 “Black Dog” when Eric and Donna are arguing about the best way to help someone you love through a tough time, they have the following exchange:

Eric: When your mom left, I gave you space.

Donna: But I didn’t want space. I wanted you with me.

Eric: You didn’t tell me that.

Donna: I couldn’t find you!

It’s a recurring joke/plot in the episode that the men all tend to give their partner space when they’re upset, but that the women want to be showered with love and attention instead. Eric and Donna devolve into bickering about this for the rest of the episode, but it reveals an interesting new detail: Donna wanted Eric with her when her mom left.

This further confirms, to me, that Donna and Eric falling into bed together that day was far from accidental. She knew exactly what she was doing, lol.

It seems like Donna is someone who uses sex to mask emotional pain. She does it here in “The Relapse” when her mom leaves, and again in the beginning of season 6 when she was preparing to go away to college and leave Eric. At that point, Eric seems to become aware of it (“If I get her sad, she gives it away like goldfish at a freaking carnival”). But that’s getting into a different topic. 😊

[heathenkweer]

its kind of pathetic that you made up a self insert mary-sue to ship with luis when hes the gayest character in resi4. you made him bi so you could put him with your female oc and you spam the tag with your fanfic posts, its annoying

*slow blink*

Luis being with a woman doesn't somehow cancel out his queerness or his attraction to men, or make him straight. (Also, I find that a lot of the things fandom points to as "proof" that he's gay are... kind of just how some men in European countries act, even when they're straight? I don't feel comfortable describing his characteristics as inherently gay or not, as a white chick from America, where a dude is seen as gay if he washes the dirt from underneath his nails more than twice a year.)

Anywho, the existence of my little fic doesn't threaten the existence of Luis/male character fics. There are still plenty there. I'm just over here doing my own little thing. If you're tired of seeing me, then block me. Curate your online space to make yourself happy. ✌️

[howdoidecidethjs]

obsessed, she's so iconic and deserved to be Robin for WAY longer. Her and Batman could have been one of the funniest duos ever but I'm glad she got to be part of a trio with DickBats and DamianRobin.

I still wish she and Bruce had a better relationship because having a father-daughter relationship when you do not want another father/child is so funny to me.

They should be mildly annoyed with each other at all times, but also he should know all her favourite sweets and interests and she should know all his favourite old-man music and random historical references. They tell everyone they are nothing alike and barely like each other, but he pays all her bills and school fees and she brings puzzles and games for them to obsess over. She paints his nails and he made over a room in the manor just for her. He compliments her hair and she talks his ear off about her latest little obsession while they patrol. She updates his old files with colours and pictures to make it less depressing and he vents to her about how dumb the JL is. They are obviously besties but don't ever say that because they will both bat-glare you so hard you wish you'd been smacked.

Hai!! I just started this account to post my silly batfam doodles

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[atalana]

the curse of adhd:

i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text

i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text

[disparatemind]

A family friend commented his bigotry when I shared this post from Relentless Indigenous Woman and I had time today.

Respectfully, your opinion does not invalidate someone else's existence or their experience of their own life.

You want to cite your reasoning as it being simple biology? Ok fine. "In the study of human subjects, the term sex should be used as a classification, generally as male or female, according to the reproductive organs and functions that derive from the chromosomal complement [generally XX for female and XY for male]." That's what the Yale School of Medicine says anyway. (¹) So yes, according to biology, female = vagina and male = penis.

Biology, or biological sex, and gender are not the same thing. One is a scientific definition and the other is an individual's representation of themselves. In fact, that same article goes on to say the same thing: "In the study of human subjects, the term gender should be used to refer to a person's self-representation as male or female, or how that person is responded to by social institutions on the basis of the individual's gender presentation."

But that's just one university within the US, albeit a prestigious one. What about an organization that's considered a higher authority than that? Say, the World Health Organization? Well, according to them, "Gender refers to the characteristics of women, men, girls and boys that are socially constructed. This includes norms, behaviours and roles associated with being a woman, man, girl or boy, as well as relationships with each other. As a social construct, gender varies from society to society and can change over time."(²) A little further down, it follows up on this, stating "Gender interacts with but is different from sex, which refers to the different biological and physiological characteristics of females, males and intersex persons, such as chromosomes, hormones and reproductive organs. Gender and sex are related to but different from gender identity. Gender identity refers to a person’s deeply felt, internal and individual experience of gender, which may or may not correspond to the person’s physiology or designated sex at birth."

You've also pointed out more than once in the past that trans people shouldn't be allowed in the restroom they identify with, especially if there is a child in there, because of the possibility of sexual assault. I specifically remember you telling me, in a comment under a video of a parent yelling at a trans woman not to go into the women's restroom because their daughter was in there, that the parent had a right to protect their child. You are right; a parent has every right to protect their child. I've asked you to provide proof of trans people—specifically trans women—assaulting women in the restroom. To the best of my memory, you've never done so. I looked it up. I found cases of adult trans people assaulting children in restrooms. I also found cases of trans teenagers assaulting other teenagers in restrooms. That does not give that one parent, or any other parent, to react that way that parent did. I watched the video. Instead of saying to a stranger, "hey, my kid is in there by herself, would you mind waiting a minute?" he started off yelling and throwing slurs and insults in the trans woman's face. Even if the trans woman had said "sorry but I really have to go," or just kept walking, what was stopping the parent from just walking into the restroom and waiting for the kid? The bathroom thing is a whole separate conversation alone, but the TL;DR version is this: “From a scientific and evidence-based perspective, there is no current evidence that granting transgender individuals access to gender-corresponding restrooms results in an increase in sexual offenses" according to journal of the American Academy of Psychiatry and the Law. (³)

"Blue is blue, all variations of blue are blue." What about blue green? Is it more blue, or green? Or is it both? There's also the fact that intersex people exist (those born with both sets of genitalia, previously referred to as hermaphrodites). Are they male? Female? Both? Neither?

"Males are males even if they chop their dicks off and get them turned inside out." As we've already established, yes, biologically they were born male. And again, as we've already established, biological sex and gender are not the same thing.

"Reality dictates otherwise." Whose reality? Yours? Mine? Every trans person's? Whose reality is the real one? More importantly, why are you so concerned about someone else's genitalia? Why are you so concerned with how trans people live their lives?

Trans men are men. Trans women are women. Them living their lives does not affect you, but your continued bigotry against them actually does cause harm.

1. https://medicine.yale.edu/news-article/what-do-we-mean-by-sex-and-gender/

2. https://www.who.int/health-topics/gender#tab=tab_1

3. https://www.researchgate.net/publication/326547236_The_Transgender_Bathroom_Debate_at_the_Intersection_of_Politics_Law_Ethics_and_Science

[remusawoooo]

I'd argue this is actually the worst thing about this fandom, lol

Dumbledore: shown to be put on pedestal and is acknowledged to not be perfect within canon. This is a major subplot in deathly hallows if anyone missed out. he is flawed, sacrificed his life for the greater good, and died a good man.

Barty Crouch Jr.: Has a nuanced backstory that shows a 19 year old yearning for Father's love and recognition while still framing him as a horrendous blood supremacist who tortured and killed.

Regulus Black: again, a story that adds layers to his actions and characters. a person who acted on his ego rather than morality. someone who was radicalized into blood supremacy quite young and without much persuasion. his acts are explained within the little description we get. maybe he could've changed if he lived, we don't know. imagine wtv you want here but he is still someone who engaged in fascist ideology while someone who grew up similarly rejected the ideas far younger :/

Tom Riddle a.k.a Voldemort: has an entire book worth past filled with nuanced depiction of his upbringing, his miserable circumstances, lack of connections and family. he is still a cunt and a fascist leader.

the back stories are there, their bad actions are there. there doesn't have to be a correlation because a backstory doesn't explain bigotry.

My favourite thing about this fandom is that the canon story has so many characters that are just bad guys - no explanation, no questions, they’re just bad. But this fandom takes those characters and loves them and adds backstory and reasons why those characters mad those “bad” decisions because no one is born a “bad guy” right? Not Reggie, not Barty, not Bella, not even Tom :) And the idolized and well-renowned characters like Dumbledore? We take them down a notch, because no one is born perfect either. I love that. It makes it all feel so much more human and approachable and accepting.

Reblog if you feel the same! I feel like this aspect of the fandom needs some love :)

[aceofheartsstuff]

That last scene in a nutshell (welcome back, Eddie Diaz!)

[time-woods]

do you think theyll ever be able to escape that cycle of sadness ? or will they be forever stuck in the madness, together ?

they really are bound to that sadness madness

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Trick or treat ! 🎃

TREAT!

Well just a wip so maybe a treat?

[thatseventiesbitch]

Eric during the season 4 finale: a photo essay

This scene occurs at the end of the episode, after Casey’s dumped Donna in front of everyone in the Forman’s living room. Donna comes by to see Eric a few hours later. 

Eric asks her how she’s doing, and she says she’s humiliated and she starts to cry. She asks him what’s wrong with her and he says nothing, that her mom left and she’s allowed to freak out. Donna laments that everybody warned her about Casey but she didn’t listen, and that he’s a jackass. Eric says he really wanted her to figure that out, just not like this. She apologizes to him, and they hug.

When Donna hugs him, you can already see the conflict building in him. 

My guess? At this point, he thinks she’s here for sex/a hook-up to feel better after Casey’s dumped her. As we learn just a few moments later, Eric believes himself to be Donna’s second-choice. A rebound. And Donna’s used him similarly already this season, in episode 6 “The Relapse”.

In that episode, Donna slept with Eric after her mom left so she’d feel better. Knowing better than anyone that sex is meaningful to Donna and not something she does casually, Eric assumed (wrongly) that they were back together. But Donna told all their friends that it was just comfort sex, impersonal, and that she didn’t want to get back together.

That’s not what she tells Eric - she says she’s sorry for needing him, and Eric forgives her. But that memory has to be in the back of his mind now. I think that moment was more heartbreaking for Eric than he let on to her - and he’s on guard not to let it happen again.

But at the same time - it’s Donna. 

She’s upset, crying. How can he turn her away? He loves her. He hates seeing her cry. He wants to make her feel better. 

She needs him.

When she kisses him, he kisses back. He was ready for this.

He might still be undecided - but his body responds to her. Maybe automatically. 

But then she surprises him.

“Eric, we should be together. Let’s just forget all this other stuff happened.”

She’s not just looking for a hook-up. She wants them to get back together. (And to ignore everything that’s happened between them all season)

Now once again, Eric is conflicted.

On one hand, this is what he wanted. It’s all he’s been talking about to his friends for the past few episodes/past few weeks - how can he get Donna to realize Casey’s bad news, to come back to him instead? Hyde even nicknamed him Daffy Duck, because he was setting up “zany schemes” to make Casey look bad and drive Donna back into his arms.

And now it’s here. This is the moment he wanted: Donna’s realized Casey’s a jack-ass, and she wants Eric back. 

But it doesn’t feel the way he wanted it to feel. Because he has doubts about her true motives licking at the back of his mind. 

And after the way Donna was behaving earlier this episode, who can blame him?

Eric tells Donna that he can’t be her second choice. 

Donna is - and always has been - his first choice. His only choice. He’s never fallen out of love with her. And being a rebound for her again, someone she uses when she’s in pain but isn’t serious about at the end of the day... Eric knows it would break his heart. Like she’s broken it before.

So he’s being strong. He’s protecting himself. He’s saying no.

Eric doesn’t believe Donna’s serious. He thinks she’s acting impulsively in the aftermath of her break-up with Casey - the way she’s been acting all season, really.

But Donna, I believe, is genuine here. 

She is vulnerable and does feel awful after being dumped, but she’s also had a realization. She’s set aside the agitation and animosity she had towards Eric earlier in the episode/season, and now seems to realize that he was looking out for her the whole time. That probably led to the realization that he’s still in love with her. And that she’s still in love with him, too.

I don’t think this conversation is going the way Donna thought it would. I don’t think she was prepared for his reaction, for having to explain herself. And I don’t think she expresses herself to him particularly well.

Her heartbreak and distress in this moment is palpable, though. She quickly turns desperate for the love of her life - she makes a strangled sob and then looks embarrassed. She definitely didn’t fight this way for Casey. Anyone who knows Donna knows that she doesn’t cry often. The only other time we’ve seen it on the show up to this point is in The Promise Ring, when Eric breaks up with her. So this vulnerability from her speaks volumes. And Eric knows it. 

But she pushes through her discomfort anyway. She begs him to respond to her.

But he doesn’t.

I think he ducks his head because he can’t watch her cry, but his body language also tells her the conversation is over. He’s made up his mind. Frustrated, embarrassed - and rejected for the second time in the span of a few hours - Donna leaves instead of trying to convince him further. 

And then a little while later, Eric’s parents speak to him. Kitty must’ve been spying, and saw Donna barrel out of the basement upset. That conversation is... a whole different analysis. 😅

[remnantglow]

messy Tiger Tiger drawing bc they live in my mind rent free now 😵‍💫

[tizzymcwizzy]

VALENTINES DAY SKETCH FOR YOU HAPPY VALENTINES DAAAAYYYY!!!!!!!!