#I think I deserve it at this point honestly

[volo-thereforeiam]

I honestly think men deserve something better than the current manosphere as a support system. They need something that actually addresses male-specific issues in a healthy way—without exploiting them mentally or financially. That said, the idea that feminism is about equality isn’t entirely accurate, and I don’t blame you for thinking that way. The “feminism = equality” idea is a postmodern rebranding of the movement. It’s also where the whole “patriarchy hurts men too” narrative comes from. But for many “old-school” feminists, this narrative doesn’t land. To them, it’s like punching someone in the face and then complaining that your hand hurts—as if that makes you a victim too.

Feminism is about female liberation from sex-based oppression (in the form of patriarchy). Earlier waves focused exclusively on issues specific to women, like the right to vote, financial independence, and reproductive rights. While these efforts often resulted in greater gender equality, that wasn’t the main goal. Feminism today, just like in the past, is under no obligation to address male-specific issues.

Going back to your point: "I still see the same people who claim to fight against gender roles are the same people who just happen to still expect men to be providers and manly along with still not addressing men's problems". The problem with abolishing gender roles is men, as a group, are far less interested in it compared to women. Many women are already in the workforce (most households are two income) but men haven't stepped up to take on roles traditionally filled by women (doing chores, child rearing, etc.) And it’s not just about men working longer hours—chores and caregiving are unpaid labour. The expectation for women to do them is exactly why women's career is stalled.

Some men expecting women/feminists to be the ones to advocate for "men's mental health" is so crazy to me because THEY'RE the reason mens' mental health is so awful😭 men are literally each others worst enemies yet for some reason we have to be the ones to advocate for them

[amiaclone]

You asked I’ll write! Gender neutral reader if you don’t mind

Tw: cursing I guess? Squid game in general should be considered a trigger over all the murdering lmaoo

*In ho sighed for the what? Fifteenth time? He’s been counting it’s what he’s trying to focus on the other thing is well……*

*When he decided to participate in these games again it was to prove Gi hun a point and mess with him a bit so he joined his “team” which well….. they happened to be in*

You were apart of it a strong person filled with determination in debt to a lot of money…..honestly in ho was shocked with how much debt you were in I mean you seemed like someone who’d make it far in live would rule against the poor like he used to be…

But you weren’t you were *trash*

You were lower lower class you were nothing…..

Yet why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

He had a wife who he fell out of love with before he even met you…..swore he’d never fall in love again after distancing himself with his family and starting the games…..

But you just had to be lucky star didn’t you?

You were “kind” and not in a pushover kind of way just….kind like kind that would not take shit from people but would help others in need….and didn’t hide your opinions from others that deserved it….

It was disgusting but…..In a good way? He wanted you not in a possessive way but in a way type of wanting to care for you and you care for him-

*He shook those thoughts off ugh. Why now? He’s usually so calm and collected…..at first he wouldn’t lie he was hoping you’d die in one of the earlier games but now….he isn’t so sure. Gi hun already has plans to take the guns and fight back he had a plan problem was…..you were apart of the main plan

He probably had to kill you it’s probably a good thing but…now he isn’t so sure he’s gotten along with you great and he has a tiny bit of hope that you even like him back so for you to find out he runs these games….he can’t risk it

You’ll find out anyway but he doesn’t wanna face you to your face he atleast wants to hide behind a mask atleast imagining what you’d say…..

Currently he’s trying to convince himself that these feelings aren’t real……maybe it’s just attraction? Of course you’re really good looking maybe it’s that!

“Uh In ho?”

*He turns around that voice dreaded him more then anything the voice he was ready to hear-*

“Are you okay In ho?”

It was Gi hun

*He unfortunately realised that after breaking out of his rare trance he blinked for a few seconds then nodded*

“What is it?”

*Gi hun shrugged* “Nothing you seemed out of it….” *In ho stared at the ground trying to seem calm but spoke in a bitter tone* “I’m fine…” *He let his eyes wander to you who was talking to he thinks Junhee the pregnant lady? Gi hun noticed and raised an eyebrow* “Maybe Y/n will cheer you up…..Hey y/n!”

*You raised an eyebrow nodding at Junhee before walking away up to the two men.*

“You guys need something?” *In ho sighed he’s been trying to avoid hearing your voice….and you in general.* “In ho seems nervous I thought you’d be better at calming him down…*

*As Gi hun left you leaned your back on the bars of the bed he was sitting on….he couldn’t even look at you.*

“So. What is it?” *You asked he didn’t look at you but he could tell you seemed concerned*

“……” “In ho?” “…….If somebody did something almost unforgivable in any way…..what would you do?” “……What?” *You were confused rightfully you knew he was like this but for the way he got was so….* “Just answer the question…..please.” “Well if we were close I’d….wanna know why. Depending on what they did it’s…..hard to say hey are you saying this cause you’re worried or something i understand i am too but…..don’t focus on the negative so much you know?” *As usual kind…..how could such a good human like you be in these games yet he knew…..He is the front man after all he decided to atleast “ask you” and bond maybe a bit before he has to let you go….*

“Yeah you’re right as logical as ever so why are……you in debt if you don’t mind answering?”

*He felt you rise up you stared squinting your eyes then smiling* “Damn didn’t expect anyone to ask me that….don’t think it’s important.”

*Oh he knows what it is why wouldn’t he a petty part of him felt betrayed some what you weren’t gonna tell him after how close you’ve gotten but he decided to keep his cool.*

“You don’t have to tell you i just asked since we might be leaving this place or if neither of us..make it.” *You groaned* “The pessimism again In ho? Jeez you could…..I’ll tell you though cause you do have a point.”

“Well i used to be pretty rich and well-“ *As you went into your story he already knew it but continued to listen you were rich worked in a high payed business workplace but like most work places favouritism is common. Which unfortunately lead to your downfall.* “Anyways one day I found out i was being underpayed a lot of money so I complained this and that and i got a warning complained again then got fired…..It was hard to find a job i didn’t pay the bills for a lot of things debt grew bigger and bigger then a man asked me to play a game one day and well…..here i am.” *Ah yes In ho nodded at your story he knew it all he was the person who called for you to be in the game….you were a wonderful person honestly what was he thinking you were too good for a game like this is something he of all people would never think he would say.* “Im sorry you don’t deserve to be here after all it’s not your fault you’re in debt…” *You shook your head* “Eh I didn’t have a good of a college degree anyway maybe if I studied more in college I wouldn’t be here but eh atleast i got to meet you?” *In ho sighed and he didn’t want to or realise it but he couldn’t help but let a small smile rise genuinely.* “I suppose it’s…..mutual.”

*You sighed smiling* “I can’t wait for tomorrow we’ll finally *maybe* get out of here right?” *He felt his heart stop for a second oh yeah…..that*

*He awkwardly cleared his throat* “Oh yeah I suppose this game will….end and we’ll probably never see each other again” *You snorted* “We can still talk, we can meet up together and talk and stuff it’s not like we need to forget each other…”

*”That’s right” In ho thought he needed to forget you maybe these feelings would go away….but the the thoughts came he didn’t want to but…..”I killed my brother damn it! I can do this I’ve talked to them for only a few days this is…”*

“In ho??” *He stared up at you instinctively like an animal almost he stopped himself and regained his composure.* “Jeez you seem tense maybe get some rest…” “No im…..just thinking….about all the bad decisions…..humans can make.” *You hmmd* “I suppose so humans can be evil if given the chance with such power.” *In ho nodded* “Have you ever thought of doing something regrettable?” *In ho wasn’t sure why he was asking these…..questions but maybe it was to see the inhuman side of them to make him disgusted in you? Maybe that’ll work.* “Well I’ll admit yeah…..I got bullied and when I found out there father had cancer i wanted to well bring it up tear them down….i think i was about 14.” *You didn’t seem shameful you seemed to regret it but not shamed it only made In ho admire you more as he hated it.* “So why didn’t you do anything?” *You laughed a bit* “I would of if it wasn’t for me asking my mom and telling her like i was about to do the best thing she got mad scolded me and told me a different way a better way to handle bullying……and I’ve used that advice since.”

*He quirked an eyebrow what would it be that he hasn’t heard ignore them stand up for yourself be the the bigger person?*

“Be better than them…..because bullies are the weakest of the weakest in society strategy they don’t want you knowing is you finding out you’re better then them.” *He knows that advice he’s never thought much of it but hearing it from you automatically makes him wanna know more…* “Well then your mom raised such a lovely person….you should be proud.” *You scoffed laughing a bit* “I made a lot of mistakes that i can’t even say thought of some weird stuff im glad i didn’t say or do anyways……yeah. We’re human everyone has made one bad mistake you’ll dwell on for the rest of your life my advice is well…..did you regret it?”

*In ho sighed smiling* “Thanks for the advice I’ll rest for a bit” *You got up smiling and leaving that’s it.* “Y/n you’ll always be in my memory….” *In ho didn’t know what to do with them maybe ask them to join him? No! That would be so idiotic they’d never agree….try to make them understand? Maybe let them go? Why doesn’t he want that…..he then smiled.* “I can’t wait for tomorrow y/n you’re so unpredictable maybe you could stay with me…..”

Anddddd a cliffhanger sorry if this is ooc i was halfasleep writing this 😭

[patricia-taxxon]

Idk if anyone's told you this yet but on the off chance no one did:

He shouldn't have done that. You deserve to be safe. That's a creep move and I hope you're safe now. Take care.

the reaction i've gotten is way stronger than i expected, im honestly wondering if i told the story wrong. like id been groomed into posting nudes on my main a little bit ago and i guess it was the main thing he knew about me, i want to say i was the one who initiated but it's hard to argue against the fact that he complemented my dick on stream before i ever thought i could get with him. made a joke with his partner abt meeting up and fucking me too. we exchanged nudes & i think we might have had plans to meet up, i don't remember.

i remember sometime after i broke it off, i made a couple really embarrassing tweets about how i was sick of seeing him on my timeline because i didn't want to remember sexting with him, and i think at some point he mentioned me on stream and said i was making him uncomfortable and acting like he was an ex-boyfriend and a bunch of his fans roasted me and made me feel stupid and clingy for catching feelings for him.

goes without saying that i'm safe now, this was 6 years ago. he was 24 and i was 18, i don't think it's illegal but i'm 24 now, i have some close teenage friends, and i can't really imagine opening with "nice dick" when an 18yo fan enters my twich chat. again, i don't have proof, lost my last discord account in a scam (i'm really stupid) and the twitch stream was a random one that probably wasnt archived. there isn't enough to make a thing of it, i don't think.

[melrosing]

How do you feel about the JB age gap? Some people feel it is problematic and I wondered what you thought

tbh I once wrote like 500 words in response to an ask like this explaining why I don’t have a problem w the age gap and trying to justify it but atp I don’t think it’s even worth that level of dissection. I don’t need to justify it. Jaime and Brienne are both consenting adults and that’s really all there is to it.

as for the people who say it’s ‘problematic’ - honestly I don’t believe that they’re genuinely sat there troubled by the jb age gap. they’re reading asoiaf, where there are literally hundreds of other things they could be worrying about than two adults having consensual sex.

maybe there are a few people out there for whom the age gap is a bit of a personal ick, and like…. ok go with god if that’s you. but most of these people just don’t like the pairing because they ship a competing pairing/they don’t like Jaime and have made that part of their fandom identity/they enjoy maintaining a ‘Brienne deserves better’ shtick without ever meaningfully engaging with Brienne as a character (probably for one of the two former reasons actually), and the age gap discourse is how they try and make out that actually they’re right for hating jb and you should feel guilty and ashamed if you ship it.

and sorry to those people but I don’t feel bad at all. and I also don’t believe they truly give a shit, it’s purely performative and they’re just making up contrived reasons to make other ppl feel bad, bc that’s what fandom does.

ultimately if there’s any party equipped to be discussing the age gap, it’s jb fandom who are actually interested in the role it plays within the relationship. but really all it comes down to is the fact that Brienne has been an adult woman since she met Jaime (ppl will pretend she was 17 in ASOS to make their point and they’re lying - or what like you say you feel strongly about this but you can’t even check the wiki to see if you have ur facts straight?? lol), so w/e.

[66kenobi66]

C/TW: Mentions of Alcohol, S//A, Abuse, R//pe

Why did everyone (fans and critics alike) just forget that Blitz is also a r//pist?

Like, I know, we all hate Stolas and how the show downplays his abuse of Blitz, but Blitz is honestly just as bad.

Before I even get into the situation with Stolas, Blitz has been shown to prey on others (mostly Moxxie) from time to time. So even if we ignore his relationship with Stolas, Blitz still sucks.

In "The Circus" Blitz pretty clearly r//pes Stolas near the end of the episode before the jump into the present post-Ozzie's.

First, Stolas had just drank a ton of alcohol, and by the way he acts when Blitz shows up, he's not in a stable state: changing his mood quickly, acting generally out of character, and stumbling around. And from other episodes like "Apology Tour" we know that Stolas can NOT handle his alcohol well. Blitz is shown to be SOBER.

Second, while Stolas does flirt and make advances towards Blitz, he eventually becomes unsure of himself and gets flustered not sure if this is right or if he even wants this.

Third, Stolas calls Blitz his "first real friend". Ignoring how this is total bs for a second, I've seen people say that this is Stolas attempting to "manipulate" Blitz. Stolas is drunk, he's not in a state to manipulate Blitz, the reason he said it was because he was feeling emotionally vulnerable and alone.

I also think the last point about Stolas "manipulating" Blitz ignores one simple fact:

BLITZ DIDN'T HAVE TO SLEEP WITH STOLAS HERE.

He had the book in hand, he had a clear escape route through the window, and Stolas was mentally checked out and restrained to his bed. But nope! He CHOSE to turn around and take advantage of Stolas!

I'm not blaming Blitz for how Stolas would treat him later. I'm not saying Blitz deserves what happens to him or what Stolas does to him. I'm not saying Stolas is innocent. I'm not saying Stolas is good. All I'm saying is that both Blitz and Stolas are predators who deserve to be held accountable for their actions.

TLDR; Fuck Stolas but also Fuck Blitz

[the-fab-fox]

Okay so this has been something I've been chewing on for a long while. About making this post I mean.

This one is to those who actively ingest fanfiction but seem to think it's okay to just read free fiction that people have put time and thought and crafted prose for your enjoyment and do nothing in return.

All we ever ask for and all we ever want is for y'all to AT THE VERY LEAST hit that kudos button if you like the work. That is the BARE MINIMUM of what you SHOULD be doing. Especially all of you who say you're too nervous to comment or don't wish to be perceived. And if you don't want your account on the list, you can log out and send a guest kudos.

But as I said, BARE MINIMUM. If you loved the fic, if you got something out of it that left you feeling good and energized (or whatever angst does for y'all) then I want to take a moment and strongly urge you to comment, subscribe (if a wip), and bookmark those works. Did you know there's an option to even mark it as a Fic Recommendation? You can put notes in to and say why you liked it and things like that (DO NOT DO A RATING IN PUBLIC BOOKMARKS HOWEVER). And, you can indeed make them private! The writer still gets the number added to their stats but your bookmark we won't see.

Anyway, I now wanna turn your attention to Exhibit A:

This is a list of my best performing fics. Do you see the problem with this? The green highlights are the hits I've received for those fics. The red is the Kudos and comment threads. Now the kudos is obviously right?

Let's look at my number one fic right now, Accidentally in Love (a Malleyuu fic from Twisted Wonderland fandom). It's the seventh fic in a romance series. As you can see, it's doing great as far as hits, right? And I know it's an amazing fic from the comments I have received and just from rereading it myself. Note, I am probably the biggest bully to myself as @sunshineandteddybears and @mellosdrawings and @romantichopelessly can tell you in great detail. So when I am saying it's really damn good, you can probably trust it's gonna be pretty damn good. And yet, a fic that has 4K hits only has 119 kudos. And now to bring your attention to the comment threads. So honestly with how bad readers are on actually commenting (which by the way if you log off you can send anonymously as a guest—you'll have to put in your email address but we authors won't see that)... 107 seems pretty good right? But you guys don't see that. You see what's on the info for the story. Unfortunately, on the fic info at the top of the story, it counts every single comment (including the Author's). (The comment threads is just every single starting comment, i.e. the first comment received from each commenter.)

The thing is, I—and probably quite a few other writers—do respond to every single comment.

So that means where the info on my fic itself says 230 comments, in reality, I'm at half that when I subtract my half of the comments. So that's actually 115 comments from other people. So some people might see that 230 and think oh they got a lot of comments so I don't think they want to hear from me or I can't be fucked and they're already doing good so.

NO. NO. NO. Do not look at the numbers as a guide if a fic is good or not. Do not look at the numbers and think that we don't need or deserve to get any more. And finally WE WANT TO HEAR FROM Y'ALL.

Excuses need to stop.

Speaking of numbers. Here's my over all stats current on AO3.

In the 3 years on this AO3 account (I've had others in the past and accounts on ff.net and live journal. I'm an oldie fanfic writer lol. 21 years of fanfic. My gods. 🤣) It didn't used to be like this guys. Back in the day I'd get 12 plus comments on a chapter and this is on stuff a teenager wrote.

We have got to get back to the point of supporting each other and building each other up. Also while I'm at it, I have a huge beef with the fact that fanartists get so much more positive feedback and replies and comments, but the thing is, even their numbers are skewed. You can go into the notes of a fanart on here that has 10k notes to see they have maybe 100-1K reblogs (if that, I'm being generous) and maybe 10 or so replies (if turned on) and the rest are all likes. EVERYONE has been on here long enough by now to know that likes do nothing to get a post in the algorithm and tags only do so much. Reblogs are the only way their art (or our fanfictions for people who post them on here) gets seen! By sharing!

So y'all gotta get better. Yes, we write for ourselves first, but ultimately a story is meant to be shared with everyone and feedback should not be optional if you're actively reading the fics or viewing the art for free and enjoyed it!

TLDR:

IF YOU FUCKING LIKE A FANFIC. KUDOS AT THE VERY LEAST BUT BE BETTER. COMMENT. BOOKMARK. SUBSCRIBE IF IT'S A WIP YOU LOVE. (Like, comment and reblog if on Tumblr)

IF YOU FUCKING LIKE A FANART ON TUMBLR. COMMENT. LIKE. REBLOG.

DO BETTER AS READERS AND US WRITERS AND ARTISTS WILL GIVE YOU THE WORLD (AND MANY OTHER WORLDS TO BOOT)

That is all. Please reblog the fuck out of this if you agree.

(and tagging my current and last fandoms so this can get in fandom spaces where it needs to be.)

[sadbitchopinionz]

Dean x Fem Character

A smut fanfic: Dean gets rescued by his girl and they end up hooking up in Baby

I climbed down the latter into the bunker, when I landed on the floor that's when Dean tied to a chair and a gun to his head came into view. He had a cut on his lip and across eyebrow with a definite black eye forming. I slid my hands into the back pockets of my black skinny jeans and cocked my head to the left, rolling my eyes at Dean, "look who was right."

Dean just let out a little laugh, "Babe, is that really the point right now?" He grunts and motions to the man holding the gun with his eyes.

I tilt my head the other way, while my eyes travel over the man who still held on tight to the gun, "so how do you want to do this?"

The man grins, showing his yellowish teeth, well ones that were left, "well darlin you just hand over that gorgeous dagger of yours and I'll let your man loose."

I cross my arms, "awh well I don't trust you so I am going to need you to untie him first and we can switch at the same time."

"Show me the dagger and I'll untie him." The man said so I lifted the back of my leather jacket, pulling the dagger from my waistline.

I flipped it in the air before catching it by the handle, "now untie him." I say with a smirk. The man takes a knife out of his pocket, flicking it open quickly cutting through the ropes tied around Dean's chest and his arms. He then leaned over Dean, cutting his legs loose which quickly took Dean two seconds to knee the guy straight in the face before flipping the man over, slamming him into the ground. When the man hit the ground, the gun flew out of his hand, sliding closer to me. I pick it up as Dean kicks the guy across the face knocking him out.

Dean smiles at me as he steps over the guy, pulling me against him. "So do I get a kiss?" He asks and I lean back with a smirk.

"You will as soon as you admit I was right about Jarrod." I say and Dean rolls his eyes. "He literally waited for Blake, Sam and I to leave for the store to kidnap you and hold you as ransom to get the knife. I told you from the beginning that I had a bad feeling about the guy."

Dean rubs a thumb across my cheek, "I'm sorry, is that what you want to hear?"

I smile, "close, you are missing a couple word though.

He rolled his eyes causing me to smack his chest but we are pulled out of our little bubble as the man who had kidnapped Dean was getting to his feet. He took a step forward but Dean quickly took the gun out of my hand and pointed it at him. "Move one more foot closer and I will kill you." Then Dean looked back at me, caressing my cheek with his other hand again, getting my focus back on him. "I'm sorry and you were right. Next time we will go with your gut feeling and just work the case alone." He said and I smiled, "now may I have my kiss."

I nodded and leaned forward, pressing my lips to his. I slid one arm around his waist as I pulled back, realizing I could taste blood. "Let's take care of this problem and get you back to the hotel so I can fix up your handsome face."

"Aww I think the cuts make me look badass." He smirks and tilts his head.

"You two make me want to barf so can we just get this over with." Jarrod snapped causing Dean to grunt in anger.

He slips his hand down from my face to around my waist, "what do you want to do with him?"

"Well if we let him go, he'll just come after us again but I don't think him kidnapping you deserves him to be killed." I say and Dean squeezes my hip. "But honestly it's up to you babe." I say and peck Dean's cheek. "I will be up waiting for you in your actually baby."

"Wait, you drove baby here?" He asks as he grins.

I smirk, "yeah well my sister and your brother had to go handle the whole murdering ghost thing as I was told to come alone so I hopped in baby and sped over here." I turn and head back to the latter, "Anyway come find me when you handle this."

"But wait, what if they're others out there?" He asked as he took a step towards me.

I grinned, "aww baby, it's cute you think I need protecting." I say as I lift the front of my shirt, showing off my gun. I winked at Dean as I made my way up the latter.

"Isn't she so sexy?" I hear him say as I climb completely out. I laugh as I head over to baby and slide up onto the hood. About two minute go by and I hear a gun shot go off an my eyes snap to the hole in the ground, waiting for the handsome man I came to help come out. Finally, after what felt like forever he came climbing up and out. I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding in.

Dean climbed up and I could tell his hand was bleeding so I quickly slid off the hood to meet him part way. I grabbed his hand and he hissed as I looked at a fresh cut that went across his hand. I went to ask him what happened but he cut me off, "it's okay, I was going to let him go if he promised to leave us alone for good but when I turned away, he tried to slit my throat with a knife but luckily I caught it."

"So you shot him after?" I ask as I pull him towards the car. I lean in the window, grabbing the first aid kit from the passenger seat.

Dean turned and leaned against the door, "yeah." He says as he looks at the ground. "I was trying to give him a chance since he was a hunter but when he tried to kill me, he didn't leave me any other choice."

I laid the first aid kit on the roof of the impala and opened it up, pulling out the alcohol wipe. I grabbed his hand, "this is going to sting." I warn before running the wipe over his wound. He bit his lip as I cleaned it then I began to wrap it in gauze. After I get his hand all fixed, I pull out another wipe and beginning cleaning up the cuts on his face. I could tell by Dean's face he was lost in thought as I cleaned up the cut across his eye brow. "Tell me what's going on in that handsome brain of yours."

"I think it's stupid that hunters who are suppose to protect people, would hurt other hunters just for some knife." He says and stares off at the trees behind me, getting pulled out of his thoughts as his phone begins to ring in the glove box. I step to the side so he can lean in and grab it out. "It's my brother." He says before flicking it open, walking off, answering. As he talks to Sam, I clean up the trash from the wipes and close up the first aid kit, sliding, tossing it back on the passenger seat. When he hangs up the phone, he comes back over, tossing the phone into the car. "They took care of the ghost and said they would see us back at the hotel."

I nod as he leans back against baby, zoning out again, letting himself get lost in thought. "Okay, we need to get your mind off of the shitty hunters and onto something else." I say as I put my finger on his chin, turning him so he would look at me.

"What do you have in mind?" He asks as his eyes glance down at my lips.

I grin and lean up, kissing him slowly before pulling back. "Well I was thinking since we are in the middle of the woods and no one is around." I say as I take a step back, sliding my jacket off, tossing it on the car. "I figured we could have a little fun."

He smirked, cocking his head to the left a little bit as I began unbuttoning my shirt, slowly showing off my red lace bra as I slid the shirt completely off tossing it at Dean. He caught it, quickly tossing it into the car as I began slipping off my boots while unbuttoning my skinny jeans. He slipped off his leather jacket and quickly removed his shirt while I took off my pants. As I did a slow turn, I shook my ass a little at him causing him to laugh as he took a step forward, grabbing my hips pulling me towards him. "Okay that was really sexy and I need you to kiss me now." I grinned and grabbed ahold his face, pulling his lips against mine, moaning from contact. Since I had started sleeping with Dean, my hormone levels has escalated, it's like I want to have sex all the time now. Dean rubbed circles on my hips as we deepened the kiss. "Let's move this to the back seat." He says and pulls me towards the car. He opened the passenger door and leaned the seat forward, then motioned for me to enter, "ladies first."

"Such a gentlemen." I say as I climb in, just for him to smack my ass causing me to giggle.

"Actually I just wanted to stare at your sexy ass." He says as he climbs in behind me, closing the door behind him. I turn laying down in the backseat as he climbs on top of me, running his hand up my thigh. I wiggle as his cold fingers leave little fiery sparks wherever they touch on my body. He kissed up my stomach and across my boobs, making his way up my neck until finally connecting with my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him against me, grinding my middle against his. He groaned against my mouth as I slipped a hand down, in between us, into his jeans. He sucked in a breath as I wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft.

"I see my little dance did the job." I whisper as I began kissing along his jaw to his neck while I pumped my hand slowly up and down.

Dean let out a shaky breath, "Sam and Blake are waiting on us so it'll have to be a quickie."

"You mean like when you fuck really fast and hard in a bar bathroom so you can get off before getting caught?" I ask as I begin unbuttoning his pants. He nodded and I grinned, "well considering I'm really horny right now, yes I'm down for a quickie."

He smiled and leaned down kissing me as I slid his jeans and underwear down enough to spring his hard cock free. I slid my thong to the side while guiding his dick to my entrance, once he was at the opening he rammed his cock deep inside me, causing me to moan out his name. "Fuck, your so sexy when you moan my name." He groaned as he begins to ram into me, fast and hard, slamming into my g-spot. I could feel my orgasm building quickly. Now I could see why everyone liked quickies, my body was heating up.

"Fuck Dean, your dick feels so good slamming into me." I moan out.

Dean smirked, "your pussy feels good wrapped around my cock." He kissed across the top of my boobs as he pulled my bra down, sucking onto my nipple. He slipped his hand down in between us and began rubbing my clit while still fucking me harder, almost animalist really. "I'm so close and I want you to cum with me."

"Me too, don't stop." I moan out. I could feel myself reaching my peak as I drug my nails down his back, "Now." I groaned out as I fell over the edge as he bit down on my nipple causing my eyes to roll back in pleasures. He grunted out as his dick pulsed inside, filling me with his seed. He laid down on top of me as we caught our breath. I rubbed his back as he slowed his breathing back to normal. Then he sat up, pulling his cock out of me, leaning over the seat, grabbing a napkin cleaning me up then himself. "You know I find it oddly sweet that you always clean me up after we get done fucking."

"Why do you say oddly sweet?" Dean says with a laugh as he fixes his underwear and jeans.

I laugh as I fix my bra back to covering my boobs and reaching over the seat for my pants. "I said oddly sweet because I figured normal girls don't say they find that kind of thing sweet." I say as I slip my pants on before lifting my hips and butt of the seat so I could pull them the rest of the way up. "Can you grab my boots from outside while I get my shirt?"

Dean nodded and began to open the passenger door, "I wish you could go without a shirt though, you look so good in your bra." I laughed as he climbed out.

"Well I would like you shirtless too but doesn't mean we can walk around that way." I say as I pull my button up on. Dean came over and handed me my boots.

"I mean we could but you would get jealous and knock out some poor girl for checking me out." He says as he goes to grab his t-shirt but I quickly pull it out of his reach, stuffing it behind my back.

"More like you would punch out a poor man for looking at my boobs." I say with a laugh as I begin slipping my leather boots on, retying them.

Dean grinned as he stepped back as I slid out of the backseat. "Are you going to give me my shirt back?" He asked as I slid my arms around his neck while he rested his hands on my hips.

"Fine." I say with a laugh as I step to the side so he can his shirt, "just means this will be buttoned." I say as I button up the top of my shirt.

"If we didn't have people waiting I would argue with that." He says as he leans in the car, grabbing his shirt.

Once I finished buttoning up my shirt and Dean was fully dressed, we went to deal with the dead hunter in the bunker. We worked together to get him out and then buried him so no one would find his body. After we cleaned up everything, we closed up the bunker and headed for the hotel.

[thaeelfinnstolemypeanits]

You know what, these are very good points. If you look past the gender divide bullshit thrown in your face every other sentence like it is honestly like orders of magnitude better than most, heck, any fantasy novel I can think of off the top of my head 🤔 or at least one of the better ones. And Egwene is one of the best characters ever so like bonus points for creating her in general, maybe I judged RJ too harshly and didn't give it the proper think it deserved 🤔

I’ve seen a few too many people say Robert Jordan can’t write women. On the surface, it would seem like that, what with all of the mentions of their boobs and the constant men vs women nonsense going on. I understand how people would get that impression

But he actually CAN write women, and compared to other classic male fantasy authors, he writes them VERY WELL. The average women in WoT has equal power to the average man: women own businesses, give orders, rule countries, pursue men they like, and some people even think the Aes Sedai secretly puppet the world. That theory isn’t scary because they’re women, it’s scary because they’re magical. The only thing that would prevent a woman from doing certain things are rank and societal roles, which would equally prevent men from doing certain other things. For example, women are not expected to join armies (the Aiel are seen as strange for letting women fight) however all of Andor would riot if it had a king because “we’ve always had a queen! We’re Andor!” While there’s still a gender divide, it’s not inequality, it’s just the world’s societal expectations (which vary depending on where you are). Rand and Tam are never mocked for doing “women’s work” just because Kari is dead, it’s just a part of their life since she’s not around to do the “female housework” and they don’t have an issue changing things to accommodate their situation.

Another thing is that women aren’t shamed for their sexualities in this world unless they’re being socially inappropriate (like feeling someone up in the middle of a market) making someone uncomfortable with it (like not taking “no” for an answer). Otherwise, you get a few comments from the men along the lines of “aren’t I supposed to be chasing you?” but it’s not seen as crazy that a woman would do that or even want to do that; it’s just a little role reversal that takes the men by surprise. In fact, Faile does this often with Perrin once they’re married, she makes comments about how excited she is to fuck him and the only reason she’s stopped from saying that is if they get interrupted or if it’s the wrong time. Otherwise, his response is “good idea, let’s go.”

HOWEVER, all of RJ’s characters (the men too) are steeped in several hundred levels of kindergarten level men vs women gender bullshit to the point where it SOUNDS like traditional misogyny, but in reality it’s not. Everyone is equally annoying about gender stuff. They’re all humans, no one dimensional feminine objects here. They’re just very loud about the world’s gender divide

[moonfawnx]

Might be an unpopular opinion, doesn’t matter if you’re an elriel or an elucien, but i DO believe that Elain should apologise to Lucien in the next book.

Hear me out.

The bond was discovered, 2+ years ago. She has had plenty’s of time to think and has been imo rude towards Lucien these past 2 years. At first it was definitely understandable, since she might have related him to her trauma etc.

But ESPECIALLY after the bonus chapter, i’m not saying she should apologise for going to kiss Azriel, but if she’s planning on rejecting the bond, just do so and get done with it.

I think it’s so rude of her to just keep it there, which understandably gives Lucien hope.

It’s also part of the reason why i don’t like elriel so far, they went to kiss in the same house where her NOT REJECTED mate was sleeping.

Repeat it with me:

A relationship build on someone else’s back, will not last.

Instead of rejecting Lucien, they decided to go behind his back?? “In the dead of the night when only the mother would see them” be so fr, at your grown ass age.

Literally nothing has showed that Elain WON’T be supported if she chooses to reject the bond, and before anyone says it, yes i understand the point of “If Elain is to reject the bond, she will do so in her own book” which of course makes sense but two years fr?

Going in for a kiss with someone else, which i would’ve been DELIGHTED to see if she had already rejected her bond, even after seeing the way Rhys and Feyre are and understood how sacred mating bonds are?

If she doesn’t want the bond, her choice of course, but in my opinion it should be common sense to reject the bond before attempting anything with anyone else.

Now in my opinion, all this leads to Lucien deserving an apology, cause whether you stan him on not, he has been nothing bit respectful to Elain’s wishes, and deserves that respect to be returned.

I literally sound like i hate both ships with this post, and honestly if sjm makes azriel and elain sneak behind lucien’s back, that would make them the worst, most immature and not deserving of a HEA in the whole series. I’m aware it sounds aggressive but be so fr what are we, 15, to be sneaking around??

On Elucien, i’ll probably hate it if sjm doesn’t show Elain growing out of her discomfort around him, as so far she has made it quite obvious how uncomfortable she is, which is understandable.

I’m an elucien, but open to discuss with anyone about this, respectfully ofc!!

And remember, and the end of the day these are just my opinions, you can block me if you don’t want to see them or if you can’t discuss like a decent person❤️

[leftoverghosts]

half in love with her, and tremendously sorry

patrick zweig x childhood friend reader

"I don’t think I could survive seeing you with someone else."

warnings: nsfw!!! some curse words. pretty much plot so i could write reader begging for it again (my one good party trick). use of she/her for reader. no use of y/n. not beta read.

nori says: to the anon who requested this, i love you. psa: i'm going to hang up my horndog hat for a bit and return to my angst roots. (also praise me, i didn't use the word tension once!! free me forever) xoxoxo

word count: 2,000?~

Mr. Zweig’s seventieth birthday gala was ostentatious to the point of parody. The ballroom of the Zweig family estate in Scarsdale glittered with the kind of extravagance that made people whisper the word dynasty under their breath, the chandeliers dripping with crystal and history.

The guest list was exclusive, filled with elite names by Patrick's mother, a descendant of the Rothschilds, and you, her de facto daughter in law— whose family's fortune was shrouded in mystery but rooted in generational wealth. Your great-great-grandfather, great-grandfather, and grandfather on both sides, were all born into privilege and riches.

As the night's events unfolded, you found yourself standing near the main table, holding a champagne flute in one hand while your date, a perfectly presentable finance bro, stood nearby, charming an elderly guest about his take on cryptocurrency and market trends.

True to form, Patrick arrived late. He had always despised these gatherings since you were children, rolling his eyes at his mother's insistence on upholding traditions. But he was here, all the same, his jaw tight, his bowtie undone in a deliberate nod to rebellion. It was the kind of disheveled charm that made people forgive him for being an ass.

And when his eyes landed on you—on your date—they darkened in a way that made you feel both victorious and a little nervous.

It wasn’t that you were intentionally trying to irritate Patrick. Well, maybe just a little bit, but you honestly hadn’t thought he’d attend. And this is what he deserved for not be available to escort you earlier.

Before you could even prepare, he was cutting through the crowd, murmuring clipped greetings to family friends until he reached you. “We need to talk,” he said quietly, making sure only you could hear him.

"Must we?" you countered, taking a slow sip of your champagne.

“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth, his hand brushing your elbow in a way that wasn’t a suggestion but a command. “Now.”

Patrick all but dragged you through the twisting halls of his family’s mansion, your steps stumbling short. When he finally pulled you into his childhood bedroom, you couldn’t help but laugh. “God, this room. It’s like stepping into 2002.”

“Cut the crap,” he snapped, shutting the door behind him. His expression was stormy and his usual composure cracked wide open. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I don’t know, Patrick,” you said with an exaggerated shrug, leaning casually against the edge of his old desk, the perfect picture of indifference. “Attending your father’s birthday party?”

He stepped closer, his jaw tight. “You know what I mean. Him. Bringing him here. Parading him around. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

“Oh, relax,” you said, rolling your eyes. “He’s harmless. Besides, you wouldn’t have even shown up if your mother hadn’t threatened to cut you out of her will.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?” you challenged, crossing your arms.

“The point is—” He stopped, visibly struggling for words. His pants were usually down around his ankles when you were alone together. This was unchartered territory. “I don’t think I can survive seeing you with someone else.”

The room seemed to hold its breath. You tilted your head, a wry smile playing at your lips. “Well, you haven’t burst into flames yet, so clearly you’re stronger than you think.”

“This isn’t a joke,” he admonished, taking a step closer. His eyes held something that made your heart lurch despite yourself. “I mean it. Seeing you with him, pretending like this—I can’t do it.”

“What do you think this is, Patrick?” you countered, your tone sharper now. “We’ve been playing games since we were kids. The only difference is that now, the stakes are higher.”

He shook his head, his expression tightening slightly. “I don’t want to play anymore. Not with you.”

His hands found yours, and for a moment, he just looked at you, searching your face for something—an answer, a reprieve, a reason to believe he wasn’t crazy and you were actually in love with him.

“You feel it. I feel it. Why can’t we just give this a go? I want to be your plus one, baby. I know I don't deserve you. I know I've hurt you, but I also know that what we have is real. It's messy and complicated and probably a little twisted, but it's ours. And I don't want to waste another second pretending otherwise."

You stared at him, your defenses crumbling as his words sank in. “How long will that last?” You hesitated, “How long can I expect you at the table, Pat? You always push me away, you’d rather brood and sulk than admit you actually care.”

“We both sulk,” his lips twitched with the ghost of a smile breaking through his frustration. “But I do care, I love you. More than is good for either of us. It’s been that way since we were kids, since before I even knew what love was. And I know I'll love you until the day I die, whether you choose me or not.”

“Well,” you said, your voice laced with a shaky laugh, “that’s a hell of a confession to make next to your poster of The Pussycat Dolls. Nicole Scherzinger would be disappointed to lose her place as number one in your heart.”

"Come here," Patrick rolled his eyes as he reached for your face with his large hands. You pursed your lips in annoyance and he leaned down to kiss them. There was a brief moment of stillness before his signature smirk returned. “I’m going to cum inside you and then we’ll go back out there and you can ignore that douche.”

“And they say romance is dead?” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Patrick's lips crashed against yours with a fevered intensity, his hands gripping your hips possessively as he walked you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the old bed.

The same bed where you had spent countless nights as unshapen youth whispering secrets and sharing dreams, where you had comforted each other through heartbreaks and celebrated each other's triumphs.

It was only fitting that this is where you would finally surrender to the inevitability of your love.

He lowered you down gently, the mattress dipping under your combined weight. His body covered yours, his hardness pressing against your stomach in a way that made you gasp into his mouth. His tongue swept inside, tangling with yours in a dance that was both familiar and exhilarating.

His hands roamed your body, skimming over the silky fabric of your dress before finding the zipper at the back.

You whined, giving him a look of warning. “Don’t tear it, this is Vintage! 1956 Balmain.”

“I won’t tear your ugly collectable,” Patrick sighed, tugging the zipper down more slowly than he would have without reproachment, his fingers brushing against your bare skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your own hands working to divest him of his tuxedo jacket and dress shirt. When you were both finally bare, skin against skin, a shiver of anticipation raced down your spine.

"I need you," he murmured against your mouth, his voice rough with desire. "I've always needed you."

He moved to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, your collarbone and then lower, his tongue swirling around your nipple before drawing it between his lips, sucking hard. You cried out, your fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle licks and sharp nips that had you writhing beneath him.

"Fuck, your tits are perfect," he said, squeezing them roughly in his large hands. "Spread your legs for me," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "Let me see that pretty pussy."

You obeyed without hesitation, parting your thighs and baring yourself to his hungry gaze. He groaned at the sight of your glistening folds, already slick with your arousal.

"You're dripping," he was in awe, his fingers ghosting over your slit. "Is this all for me? Are you this wet just from a few kisses from me?"

"Yes," you breathed, your hips canting up, seeking more of his touch. "It's all for you, Pat. Only for you."

"Always so ready for me," he murmured approvingly, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. "Such a good girl, getting this soaked just from me touching you."

You whimpered, your hips bucking up into his hand, seeking more friction. He obliged, slipping one long finger inside you, then two, stretching you open. He pumped them in and out, curling them just so, hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

"Pat, please," you begged, not even sure what you were asking for, just knowing you needed more, needed all of him.

"Please what, baby?" he taunted, adding a third finger, the delicious burn making you clench around him.

"Fuck me," you moaned, your voice wrecked with desperation. "I need you inside me, right now."

Patrick grinned wickedly, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his lips. He made a show of licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat this sweet little cunt for hours."

Your core throbbed at his filthy words, a fresh gush of arousal coating your inner thighs. He noticed, of course he did, and chuckled darkly. "Later. Right now, I'm going to fuck you until you scream."

He positioned himself at your entrance, the blunt head of his cock nudging your opening. You held your breath, waiting for that first delicious stretch. But Patrick, ever the tease, just rubbed himself along your slit, coating his length in your slickness.

"Beg for it," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Beg me to fill this tight little pussy."

"Please, Patrick," you whined, dignity be damned. "Please fuck me. I need your big cock splitting me open. I've been such a good girl, I deserve it." You weren't usually vulgar, but this was his love language.

"Fuck yes you do," he agreed, and with one powerful thrust, he was inside you to the hilt.

You cried out at the sudden intrusion, your walls fluttering around him as you adjusted to his girth. He gave you a moment, peppering kisses along your face and neck as he murmured praises into your skin.

"You take me so well, baby. This cunt was made for my cock, wasn't it? So fucking tight, squeezing me like you never want to let go."

"Never," you agreed breathlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "I never want to let you go."

Something flashed in Patrick's eyes at your words, raw and real and achingly vulnerable. But then he was moving, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in, and coherent thought became impossible.

He set a brutal pace, pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes that had the antique bed frame creaking in protest. You met him thrust for thrust, your hips rising to take him deeper, your nails raking down his back as you held on for dear life.

The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, of your needy whimpers and his guttural grunts. You could feel your orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter at the base of your spine with each expert roll of his hips.

"Fuck, I'm close," Patrick panted, his rhythm growing erratic as his own release approached. "Cum with me, baby. I want to feel this greedy little cunt milking my cock."

With a keening cry, you shattered, your walls clamping down around him like a vice drawing out his own release.

With a hoarse shout of your name, Patrick came, spilling himself deep inside you, marking you from the inside out. His hips jerked through the aftershocks, until finally, he collapsed on top of you, spent.

For a long moment, you just held each other, chests heaving, hearts pounding. His weight on you was comforting, grounding. A physical reminder that this was real, that you weren't dreaming.

Finally, he lifted his head, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from your face. "So," he said, his voice still rough around the edges. "Think we can scandalize my family by skipping out on the rest of the party?"

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from your chest, light and carefree.

[ayaffect]

While I think they have the right to know that Jean is deeply traumatized so they can better navigate the situation, I don't think they're entitled to know what exactly it entails. Jeremy has the right to know that he's taking in someone who might be difficult to handle, who might need extra care and attention etc. to prepare for that, not the exact whys. I honestly don't remember if Kevin told Jeremy he would 'tell him anything'. But even if he did it seems like he's always vague about it. He explains what Jean needs and what to expect from him without getting into details. It sounds like he shares his experience and the overall picture but not specifically what Jean went through. E.g. he didn't tell him how Jean was injured - he told him what Jeremy needed to know which is the list of injuries, he told Jeremy that the buddy system was important by "confessing his own lingering reliance on it" and that Jean might not want to talk because 'he was not afforded the same decency and freedoms and is not used to having a voice or power'. And for some reason it was important for Kevin to ask if Jean was the one to tell Jeremy about his hand before answering.

I think it doesn't matter if Kevin would be upset about it or not, we can only speculate about that. He deserved to know with whom he was sharing his own trauma. He made sure Jeremy understood it was a closely kept secret and Jeremy thanked him for trusting him with it. Sure, 'it won't leave the room' means he's making sure it won't be shared further but it feels disingenuous not to tell Kevin who is in the room, even if we assume Kevin trusts whoever Jeremy trusts. Kevin told Jeremy to be careful with the truth and careful with Jean and while from Jeremy's point of view he probably is, I don't know if I share the sentiment.

"Would've found out either way", "human curiosity" and "didn't exactly tell anything to him to make him silent" are not good arguments. The 'way' in which they find out matters. And it's common sense not to prod just because you're curious and to not share information about someone's trauma without their permission. And that applies for that person's other friends. Doesn't matter if Jean confides in them about other details. For some reason Jeremy understands it in some situations ("I don’t want you to tell me about Jean; I want him to tell me when he’s ready") but not others?

Jeremy said so himself: "Kevin had already sworn him to silence regarding his hand, so keeping Jean’s secrets would only be an extra step from there" (which doesn't include Cat or Laila for some reason? they somehow don't count in the 'silence' and 'keeping secrets'?) & "it wasn’t his place to interfere with Jean’s trauma or his healing"

I’m sorry but the codependency between Cat, Laila and Jeremy is so odd to me. Like the fact that Jeremy told Cat and Laila about Jean being assaulted at Evermore during his freshman year without his say-so?

And Jeremy was so wrong for getting Kevin to confess something that could cost him his life and then not telling him Cat and Laila was in the room? Like WHY. Why are you incapable of keeping a single secret to the point you betray people’s trust like that. Jeremy I love you but what the fuck.

[rockybloo]

I mean if its unsolicited you deserve to ignore it. No one asked. But as an aartist who wants other people to enjoy your work, you should also find open time for crtiques that may be valid (like when creators use a dogwhistle they didnt know was a dogwhistle or such)

I once followed an artist who did a once a month critique hour for fans to add friendly input when they were in the headspace, and then called it good.

So that fans didn't add unsolicited stuff, and also so he felt like he had more control over his content even with fan input, as it was his, not theirs.

Idk if this would help you in any way but 👍🏾

I think unsolicited critiques are a neutral point so long as they are constructive and not worded rudely.

If one leaves an unsolicited critique, the artist doesn't have to listen and one shouldn't expect an artist to listen. HOWEVER I also think if a creator gets unsolicited critique on their work and it's constructive then it's also beneficial for them to consider what's been said so they can better themselves in the future.

I honestly am not the type of artist that's comfortable with a critique hour because I do this as a hobby and for fun and I strongly prefer getting advice from people whose words I trust and work I keep up with since there's an element of trust I have in what someone is saying versus a bunch of people I am unfamiliar with who may desire different things from my work that I don't.

BUT if I do get some unsolicited constructive critique from a follower, I do consider what's been said and weigh if it's something I want to do or not. There have been numerous times in the past I've had some unsolicited critiques from people that I let my inner OWA OWA dogs fight over before I eventually shifted a couple things in my work. One big one I used to get that I HATED but I bit the bullet one day and implemented was same face syndrome comments (this was back before I changed my style to what it is now) since in the past it was VERY anime. Another more recent occurrence was Nova and how she looked too young due to how she dressed and the style I drew her in.

Regardless of if I say I don't want unsolicited critiques or not, it's the internet, it's unavoidable. Especially with me having webcomics since, while they are free to read, people are paying with their time and many do not like to waste it. What's important is determining if what's been said is beneficial or not. And I think that's something that def varies from artist to artist.

I'm not really interested in popularity or money with my work. My end goal with my art is just to leave something behind on this Earth before I go that says I was here.

[thequeenofsastiel]

I'll say this about UHC's weird ass system. As long time or at least semi long time followers know, I got very sick a few months ago. Admittedly it was because of choices I made, but, in my defense, I didn't realize that the choices I made would have the effect they did.

I was hospitalized for five days and then spent six days in a physical rehab center so I could regain the ability to walk. Not the finest experience of my life, but I'm lucky enough to say that I had good nurses looking after me, and one really good nurse who stood up for me to the dismissive doctor who wanted to send me home when I couldn't get out of bed because none of the tests they ran were able to find anything(which I think is because there is so little known about what was wrong with me and thus they don't even have tests yet to discern my illness(Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome for anyone who wants to know; look for that tag on my blog if you want the longer story, I recommend it because it's very good information to have if you or someone you know regularly or even sometimes consumes cannabis in some way)). He was amazing. I also had really awesome physical and occupational therapists. My only complaint is that they were understaffed, but I blame that on the fact that we treat nurses so poorly that not nearly enough people want to become them.

The point is, I got home, and received letters from UHC. They were willing to cover my physical rehab, because they determined it to be medically necessary, but not the hospital stay, because they thought that wasn't medically necessary. Which is honestly the most absurd thing I've ever heard. Why would I need the rehab but not the hospitalization prior to the rehab?

I fought. They didn't care. So I owe the hospital about $56,000 for a five day stay, which I'll likely never be able to pay off unless I somehow stumble onto a high paying job that doesn't make me miserable, which seems unlikely.

So yeah. Thanks, UHC. You can go ahead and buy some sympathy for Brian Thompson with that money you're saving from your bullshit policies. I'm never using UHC again. Fuck that company. And, more importantly, fuck the US government for being swayed by healthcare lobbyists and not giving us the universal health care we deserve as citizens. Nay, as human beings. Stop letting the rich control the country. I don't want a class war, the vulnerable will suffer first, but if you keep letting this happen, the people are going to revolt. Stop pearl clutching about the response to the killing, and take a good long look in the mirror about why we feel this way. Because honestly, I think it's the only chance we have to avoid a revolution.

[nettlebrand]

Proshippers are so weird because every argument they make is so easily debunked it's actually funny

First of all let's define a proshipper since everyone loves to argue over that. I will also acknowledge the history of the word

Proship in it's early years was defined as proship/anti harassment. It was a term used by people who believed people should not be harassed over what they ship.

But that's its term years ago, and the meaning of words change. Let's not be stupid when it comes to this argument. Proshipper is a term now often used by people who ship problematic things like incest, minor x adult, and abuser x victim.

THIS IS NOT A TERM USED BY PEOPLE WHO WRITE ABOUT THOSE RELATIONSHIPS AND PROTRAY THEM AS UNHEALTHY.

It's a term NOW USED by people who ENJOY and actively ship and romantize those relationships. You can write about a victim x abuser without romantizing it. Proshippers romantize it.

Now that we have defined it, we can tear apart every argument they try to use to justify doing it.

"It's my coping mechanism! My therapist said so!"

I'm going to state my credentials right off the bat. I have a degree in psychology and am currently getting my doctorate degree in it. While yes, many therapists say it can be used as a coping mechanism, it is a TEMPORARY coping mechanism. It is not a long-term mechanism that we recommend at all. On top of that, we certainly do not tell you to post it online for the public to see. No therapist would tell you to do that, and any therapist that says it's okay to do that does have you not have your best interest. We KNOW you will harassed and attacked on the internet if you post stuff like that online. It's why we specifically tell you that if you HAVE to use this TEMPORARY coping mechanism, to not do it publicly.

"Fiction doesn't effect reality! Grow up!"

I'm not defending the people doing the attacking either. IF YOU SEND DEATH THREATS OR HARASS PROSHIPPERS, YOU ARE BAD TOO! No one deserves death threats or to be doxxed because of fictional media even if it is not everyones taste. But therapist can not control what goes down on the internet, and neither can anyone else.

"Well it's fictional! It does effect reality but it's fiction that makes it okay!"

Fiction DOES effect reality it is why we enjoy fictional things so much in the first place. Saying fiction doesn't affect reality, which ignores so much human history and the basics of WHY people create fiction in the first place. Fiction DEFINITELY affects reality, and it affects the human mind greatly. It's why people can laugh cry and get angry at media in the first place. That argument makes no sense because if it didn't affect reality, it wouldn't be a coming mechanism, which is what a lot of proshippers say why they proship.

Romantizing a relationship other people have been through and trying to portray it as a good and well thing is frankly gross and disgusting. It hurts victims a lot and can make them question their own abuse they went through. It's not a good thing at all. If you honestly think on any speck of this planet that romantizing an abusive relationship, whether incest pedophilic or rape in any way is okay because it's fiction, you are honestly not much better than actual pedophiles and abusers. They get off to hurting people, and you also get off to the hurting aspect. Yes, even if you yourself are a victim. Being a victim doesn't mean you get a pass to do whatever you want, and I think a lot of people need to remember that. You do not get a pass to romantize abuse no matter what. It's not a good thing at all to romantize and it can make you worse and question your own abuse.

"Calling us just as bad as real abusers boo!"

I will. I will stand by that, too. Because that's how it starts. My abuser also started with "just writings" and "just drawings." Because that's how it always begins. In psychology, we can tell how far someone will go based on the things they consume and how they consume it. It gets to a point where the person consuming it will be a victim or be an abuser. It's why so many pedophiles when they are caught, have CP on their computers because "it was just images." I'm not saying all proshippers are going to turn out to be pedophiles or abusers because thats obviously not true. But the route you are going down is an addiction, and you eventually won't be able to stop even if you just stop at drawn images. It's why you crave to do it so much and can not stop. It's the rush you get of posting it online to the thrill of being caught. You enjoy every aspect of it. It's an addiction.

"You are dismissing/disrespecting real victims by comparing CP to drawn/written CP!"

I myself am a victim. A very severe one. There are pictures of me out on the deep web somewhere when I wasn't even in double digits. I am not disrespecting what happened to me or other kids. While I do agree with the argument that drawing a fictional child is not as bad as real pictures of children, it is still disgusting to be making at all. It's also disrespectful to victims to be romantizing stuff like that publicly, so you aren't allowed to use that argument as if you cared for every victim, you wouldn't be posting it publicly.

"You are limiting artistic creativity! This is conservative ideologies that wants to censor work!"

If censoring the romantization of abuse being portrayed as good is wrong, then I want to be wrong. Yes, everyone should have artistic freedom, but why in any way would you WANT to be known as the author or person who portrays pedophiles in a good way. Who portrays abuse as okay and romantic. Why is that something you want in your life. No one should want that, and if you do, I encourage you to seek a strong amount of help. Censoring the portrayal of abuse as good shouldn't be a controversial statement at all, but it somehow it. If you are writing pedophiles incest and abuse as a BAD THING and you MAKE SURE, it's portrayed as a bad thing that isn't proshipping. It's when you romantize it and try to treat it as a "cute fun silly >w<." Thing that I see MANY proshippers do that's bad. Yes, I want that censored. Especially when it's easily accessible to minors. Proshippers do not care if minors can access their work, and it's very obvious seeing it. Even if it isn't inherently, nsfw minors shouldn't be seeing and interacting with ANY FORM OF MEDIA that portrays abuse as good.

"What about NSFW artist!?? You don't want them censored!?"

I don't see this argument made as often, but it's still one I want to talk about. Most nsfw artists I see make... normal art that doesn't revolve around romantizing abuse in some way. While obviously there are exceptions, nsfw art is aimed towards adults, which makes censoring a lot easier, and theres an understanding between sex vs relationship. There's a difference between porn with bdsm aspects in it vs. a fanfic writing on two characters, and the abuse is romantical. Sex is different than a romantic relationship.

"Well my artwork is aimed towards adults! Adults can understand it better!"

Adults can still have an awful time with abusive and struggling relationships. Adults can also be uncomfortable and not want to see their abuse portrayed in a good light. While I agree that many adults can understand and differ fiction from reality, that doesn't change the fact that romantizing abuse in any way isn't okay. What a lot of proshippers tend to not understand is how its portrayed that's the problem.

I am a HUGE FAN of enemies to lovers. If they didn't try to kill each other once is it really love/j. But the major thing is it's the build-up and actual relationship that's different. If two characters are in love and one is on a lower power level, then another and just keep getting abused and beaten and mistreated even when they aren't enemies anymore. There's the romantizing abuse. A majority of the time, most don't even add warnings to this kind of content, which can heavily hurt past victims as well. Adults are allowed to not be okay! Adults are allowed to not be okay with seeing literal abuse be romantized! And that shouldn't be an excuse to do it just because your content is aimed for a more mature audience. Horror movies are aimed at adults and can portray murder as awful, proshippers shouldn't be an exception. Proshippers forget that antis tend to also get on people who use excessive gore without portraying it correctly as well. Urbanspook is a recent example who was HEAVILY flamed for his excessive gore without any real meaning or care behind the topic.

"Why do I have to demonize this! That doesn't mean I'm endorsing it!"

That's... what it means. If you do not portray a topic as serious as any form of abuse as bad then... why are you writing about it. I'm not saying it should be the main story because you can write about abuse and have it be a secondary plot point. Many stories do this, and it's don't correctly. But just writing about something just for the sake of having it in there without showing it as a bad awful thing, which is in the definition of abuse, is wrong and bad.

I'm not making this post to "change proshippers." Or "harass and bully them." I'm making this post because every argument they use is wrong and incorrect and hurts other victims, me included. I frankly don't care what proshippers do, but don't make mundane arguments about it. Just admit you want to do it just because you want to not for some anti conservative idea or because you believe it helps. There are better coping mechanisms, and posting yours online doesn't help your mindset. I hope all victims get the help and strength they need to heal from whatever they have been through, but posting romantic abuse online isn't going to help your mind or help anyone else. It's not some splatterpunk idea that slaps conservatives in the face and in fact pushes the idea to censor things more when kids come across it.

And honestly if any proshipper wants to have a debate about this I'm open to it as long as its cival. But frankly I don't see any reason to publicly be posting romantic abuse online.

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Just to expand on everything that has already been said about Snape, I wanted to say... EVEN IF he was a terrible person, it still doesn't make it okay for him to be sexually assaulted and almost killed by his bullies.

Because if we start drawing this line, we give space for all the other victim blaming bullshit.

"You were raped? But what were you wearing?"

"Your partner hit you? Maybe you provoked them."

"What did you expect? That's what happens when you act/dress like that."

I know he's a fictional character, but this viewpoint is dangerous for people in real life. So, basically, saying "this person is a victim of sexual assault and the perpetrator should be held accountable" IS NOT the same thing as "the victim is a good person". Justice is for everyone, not just for people we like.

Exactly, and that's something I think people don't understand. The fact that Severus, at 31, was a questionable person doesn’t mean he deserved the treatment he received at 15. Even if we buy into the rhetoric that he was a bad person for saying "mudblood" (which I don’t find remotely comparable to two serious crimes like attempted murder or sexual assault, and it seems people dangerously overlook this point), that doesn’t excuse him being assaulted in that way.

We can’t allow the normalization of a narrative where someone being insulted means it’s justified to strip someone in front of the entire school and say they deserved it. Justice doesn’t work that way, and neither can we use rhetoric like, "Well, he knew what he was getting into when he followed Sirius." Excuse me? So if a woman goes out at night, gets involved with a guy, then suddenly decides she doesn’t want to go further but he forces her anyway, is it her fault because she initially showed interest? Do we blame the victim of violence? Do we accept the narrative that the victim was “asking for it” in some way?

That rhetoric is profoundly dangerous, and normalizing it seems like an enormous irresponsibility to me. It’s the same rhetoric misogynists use to justify rape, or racists use to justify discrimination, or homophobes use to justify beating up queer people for going "to certain places knowing what could happen." It’s a garbage narrative, and the most laughable part of all this is that the people supporting it in this fandom are often the same ones who get scandalized about the “mudblood slur” or parade themselves as ultra-queer, socially inclusive, and hyper-modern progressives. But their reactionary instincts come out in full force when it’s about a character they don’t like, excusing their favorites just because they can’t accept that those characters were abusers and complete jerks.

And no, it’s not just fiction. Those same people who are so worried about representation and spend their time changing genders and ethnicities in fan works should understand how problematic it is to normalize a message of victim-blaming and justification of abuse and violence. But apparently, their social awareness is as shallow and performative as their idea of fandom because if you scratch the surface, you realize it’s absolutely nonexistent. Honestly, these arguments bother me deeply because they hide a terrible and dangerous underlying message.

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Now that the Ithaca saga is out, here are some of my fave things from the musical:

In no order, just as I thought of them.

1. Different beast: “we are the ones who feast now.”

I think you mean feasted ON. Cause guess what songs next? Oh look! Scylla! Who feasts on them!

(I love it sm I laugh everytime they say that line.)

2. What? Saga.

All the “HUH? WHAT? WHO? WHERE??” From ody always is so funny, especially those compilations on tiktok for it lol.

3.ody being this really smart man but so fucking dumb at the same time (ties to the last one)

No longer you is SO GOOS. And I love hearing his confusion while (I forgot his name but the guy who sings mainly in that song) like this poor man is just trying to explain it over and over and ody is NOT CATCHING THE HINT.

4. eurylochus singing like a girl.

Just- the concept that he is mimicking circie in that part brings me so much joy holy. Just the

“A woman.” “What??” “She had us in just two words… (activate girl voice) COME INSIDE—“

5. Scylla.

No other words, just Scylla. Best song untill the newest saga but still top three.

6. Circie.

Again. Litterally all her songs are INCREDIBLE. I remember watching gigis concept animatic for the like leaked bits and LOVING IT SO MUCH. Like gigis design is SO GOOD FOR EVERYONE BUT IT ESPECIALLY EATS WITH HER.

7. JUST A MAN MOTIF.

I don’t have to say anything. Just— it’s so good.

Infact all the motifs are TOP TIER.

8. I saw someone point out once that as Athena got to know ody more that she started not just doing straight notes and riffing and stuff. Like-

DAMN THATS SO COOL.

9. All the animatics. Like DAMN YOU GUYS ARE QUICK SND SO TALENTED!!!

10. Jorge himself, everything he has done for the fans, being the incredible man he is and incredible writer and singer. He is just such an incredible person, such a talented artist in general. He genuinely deserves all the fame he has and SO MUCH MORE. Ik that all the time I recomend this musical to everyone and their mothers. Genuinely I think I’ve gotten atleast four people into the musical.

11. Time paused. Athena’s time ability is SO COOL. Honestly Athena’s songs have always been some of my faves, my goodbye and warrior of the mind were ones I listened to on repeat when they first came out, and I still do! I love little wolf SO MUCH. Like seeing her so much in the wisdom saga after being missing was so incredible. Genuinely one of my fave characters.

12. How well emotions are convayed. I mean it’s insane how well the actors portray each emotion from the characters, such as telemecus in Odysseus, or in little wolf etc. it’s SO cool.

13. Open arms.

The motif of polities is INCREDIBLE. The poor vas character died so early yet was NEVER given a break. I think I saw he’s in so many of the songs like damm.

Especially in Odysseus with that one suitor saying “open arms”

Anyway more later. Love you guys.