#If you as a man want to stop being hurt by misogyny maybe you should ally with women to fix the system of misogyny

[doberbutts]

Me: if people who are not trans women want to stop being harmed by the system of transmisogyny, maybe they should ally themselves with trans women in order to make the world a better place

Y'all: so what you're saying is that you're a transmisogynist

[hemipenal-system]

If I consent to a man breaking my jaw and ripping out my nails, the man who agrees to do it is a bad person. An extreme example but it should drive the point home, no?

Doesn't matter if I consent to being choked. Whoever WANTS to choke someone out to get off is a bad person.

Whoever wants to pretend to be raping or abusing someone to get off is a bad person.

"an extreme example but it should drive the point home, no"

no?? if you know the risks and accept them and give unhindered, clear and informed consent, then no, there's actually nothing wrong with someone doing that stuff to you. because, and viewers at home can say it with me, THAT IS HOW CONSENT WORKS

but y'know, what we're *actually* gonna look at here is the assumption that the person doing that to you is a man. maybe y'all would stop seeing kink as an inherent expression of patriarchy if you internalized the fact that not every man is dominant and not every woman is submissive. also, you know, that there are gay people.

but no, because that would require you to actually deconstruct the ideas you have in your head about how every man has to be an aggressor and how testosterone makes people violent and how every man secretly wants to do this kind of thing to every vulnerable, weak woman, the implication being of course that any woman who engages in this kind of thing by choice has something wrong with her

which is fully just misogyny but thats a tangent from the actual point here

"Doesn't matter if I consent to being choked. Whoever WANTS to choke someone out to get off is a bad person."

furthermore, i think you should also deconstruct this idea that kink spaces are all dominants who want to hurt their submissives, when in reality it's a dominant doing those things because they know their sub likes it just as much if not more of the time.

let's look at that "doesn't matter if i consent to being choked" line. um. yes it does?? knowing your risks and giving informed consent is literally the entire thing here. you do know that there are safe* ways to choke someone that are legitimately taught to people in an attempt to minimize permanent harm from that sort of thing, right? when you see things like "don't use thin metal handcuffs on your partner" and "keep safety shears within arm's reach when doing ropeplay" and "drink gatorade and go pee after sex" you know those are all things people do to reduce risk, right?

(* no form of breathplay is 100% safe! know the risks and do research on how to minimize them before you play!!!)

"Whoever wants to pretend to be raping or abusing someone to get off is a bad person."

hey look at that key word i italicized in that quote for your ease of reading! it's all pretend! because, once again, viewers at home say it with me, THAT IS HOW CONSENT WORKS

there's no actual rape or abuse happening if you have proper consent and safe word setups in place. the key to this whole thing, which is why any of this stuff is actually possible to do ethically, is the fact that, at any time for any reason at all, either the dominant or the submissive can stop the scene. literally all kink is, is an ongoing, revokable agreement between at least two people to do things that might not be ethical irl.

(before y'all toss another strawman at this, yes there are people who break consent rules, and yes they get tossed out of kink spaces for it)

kink is fucking theater. when hamlet stabs polonius, you don't accuse hamlet's actor of being a murderer. this is morally the exact same thing as going to the theater and watching people talk in iambic pentameter and stab each other.

there's also kinks that have basically negligible risk of temporary or permanent harm, just so you know, but of course you're not going to mention those ones. you know, because you're a weirdo who just wants to police what people do in the bedroom

[jeankluv]

But daddy I love him - Satoru Gojo [ch.05]

short series

summary: If there was a phrase that could describe you, it was; good girl. You had been a good girl all your life, following your father's orders and being as modest as possible. You had focused your entire life on being a perfect lady, one who could be a good wife in the future. This is how you had been raised and how you had been instructed. But your whole world was shaken when one warm summer morning, your eyes met the bold, defiant and sharp gaze of a young man with white hair.

tags: 18, female!reader, set in 1700s-1800s, loss of virginity, misogyny language and thinking, oral sex, fingering, innocent oc, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, manipulative, eating disorders, abusive parents, no use of y/n, mention of pregnancy, mentions of abortion, character death, nightmares

words: 5,2k

Notes: enjoy this last chapter, just know that the epilogue still needs to happen 💋

ch.01 | ch.02 | ch.03 | ch.04 | ch.05 | epilogue

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

Your gaze was on the window, you had barely moved a muscle since the sun had risen. But it had been like that since your father read that letter. You didn't know how much time had passed, you had stopped counting, the only thing you knew was that summer was coming to an end. Was it September? You didn't know, nothing mattered to you anymore.

You knew Rose was in the room, despite everything she still came and took care of you. Every morning she was there, trying to cheer you up and make you smile again, to pick up one of your books, to go to the market with her.

The only time you got out of your bedroom was when Mr. Harrison visited. You felt nauseous when seeing him and when he talked about how excited he was to take you with him to his house and finally have an heir. You felt sick to your stomach, but you stood there in silence, feeling how your heart didn’t beat anymore.

“My lady…” Rose whispered. “You need to take the herbs.”

You turned your head and looked at Rose. “Don't you think that if there was a baby, that baby is no longer there?”

Rose grimaced and sat up on the bed. “I don't know, my lady. But your mother insists that she keep drinking it until you bleed again.” You just nodded and took the glass from her hands.

You felt the bitter taste pass through your throat and the unpleasant smell invade your nostrils. It was so unpleasant that your eyes watered and a gag shot up your throat. You closed your eyes tightly and swallowed.

“I know you don't want to hear this…” Rose whispered. “But the wedding is in three days.”

“You won’t come with me right.” You raised your knees and rested your forehead on them.

“No, my lady.” You could notice the anguish and sadness in her tone. “Mr. Harrison doesn't want anyone from the house to accompany you, he will provide you with maids in his house."

You closed your eyes and nodded. “You can leave now Rose.”

“My lady… please eat something.” She said walking towards the door.

You heard the door open and then close. You sighed heavily and lay back down on the bed, looking again at the blue sky outside. No matter how much you thought about Satoru, you had a hard time believing, you had a hard time accepting that everything had been a hoax. That you had been manipulated by him.

Maybe it was the fault of your heart, the fault of falling in love the way you did for that man with white hair and crystalline eyes. Maybe it was all your fault and you should never have given him your heart the way you gave it to him.

But his voice and his words echoed in your head.

Trust me.

We will live in a house by the sea, you will have your own library.

I don’t plan on hurting you.

His memory was fresh in your mind and the pain was intense.

You rolled over yourself and you cowered between the sheets, mulling over the matter. The letter talked about some documents, something about the nobles. Satoru told you about it, how your family and a few others had refused the king's reform proposal 20 years ago and had paid for it. And some time later Satoru's parents had been murdered and Satoru's brother had spent his entire life investigating to clarify the facts and they had taken him to your family.

There was something that didn't quite fit you in that whole matter and that is, if Satoru was thinking of betraying you from the beginning, why did he tell you the plan he had in the middle? Maybe he thought you were going to be extremely stupid not to say anything.

You shook your head and tried to remember the last encounter between the two of you.

“I told you.” He said with a smile. “Before you finish your second book I will be back.”

“I trust you.” You whispered.

“Just… believe me.”

Were those promises empty? You stood up from the bed and walked around your room, feeling your body aching and heavy.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling that Satoru knew something was happening. And that’s why he looked like that the last time you saw him.

Covering yourself with a thin jacket, you left the room and walked looking for a specific figure. If Rose was your most trusted person in that house, that person was the second most trusted.

When your eyes met his straight figure and his gaze looking straight ahead, you smiled and approached him.

“Nanami.” You whispered causing his head to turn in your direction.

“My lady.” He said, bowing his head subtly to show her respect.

“Nanami, I need your help. But first walk me to my room.” You turned around. “I don't want anyone to hear us.” You walked, feeling Nanami's footsteps on your back.

When you got to your room, you made sure that no one was in the hallway and you closed the door. You walked to the couch and looked at Nanami.

"I need you to do me a favor." Nanami nodded slightly. “I have a feeling that something happened to Duke Gojo and I would like you to check it out. You and Rose are the people I trust the most, which is why I want to entrust you with this mission.”

“I will gladly do it my lady.” He said bowing.

“But before you leave, my parents are gone, right?” Nanami nodded and you felt your heart accelerate at the idea that had been established in your mind. “I need you to accompany me to my father's office and watch the door while I look for something.”

“No problem my lady.” You smiled and thanked him.

Waiting for a while to pass, you and Nanami left the room, trying not to be seen by any curious eyes. As you stood in front of the door of your father's office, you felt your heart pound and your nerves begin to attack your body. You took a breath and looked at Nanami, who nodded giving you the signal to enter.

Nanami stayed outside, keeping watch and preventing anyone else from entering. You moved through the room quietly and carefully, and among the pile of papers and letters that were on the desk you began to search and read, wanting to find something, some clue that would indicate that Satoru had not lied to you, that there was something more behind all that.

You found two letters that caught your attention, one of them had a stamp that you didn't recognize and the other was a letter addressed to your parents. It was a letter from one of the servants informing your parents about how you had been having premarital relations with the duke. You crumpled the letter slightly and sighed, there was nothing you could do about it now.

You took the letter with the unknown seal and began to read, the letter was addressed to your parents and talked about the crown prince and how to change the balance in favor of the person who sent the letter.

“My lady.” Nanami called you. “I think it’s better if we leave.” You nodded.

With that letter in your hands, you left the office followed by Nanami's steps. You felt your heart racing, that letter could mean something. You knew that Satoru was a friend of the crown prince and that your parents had not disagreed with the king's reforms, so this could mean something. But that seal, you didn't know which house it belonged to, nor were the names known.

“Nanami.” You called him when you got to the room and, uncrumpling the letter, you showed it to him. “Do you know this seal?”

You could see how Nanami was stunned looking at the letter. “Was this in his father's office?” You nodded confused. “My lady, if this letter is found by the palace, the entire family will be condemned for treason.”

You opened your eyes surprised. "What? What do you mean?" Nanami sighed and pointed to the seal.

“The seal belongs to the king's brother, that is, to the uncle of the future king.” You looked at him confused, you had never heard of the current king having a brother. “You are young to remember, but the king had a little brother. He was sent into exile after he tried to assassinate the prince. The king took pity on him and did not kill him, he simply exiled him.” You opened your mouth in surprise.

“Did this person have anything to do with the event 20 years ago? Where several noble families opposed the king?” Nanami nodded and you sighed. “Nanami, I fear that the duke knew about this and that something has happened to him.” You looked at him. “Please find out.” Nanami nodded once again.

“I will leave right now my lady.” He bowed his head and left your room.

When the door closed and you were alone in your room again, you sat on your bed and put your hands to your face, terrified to think that something could have happened to Satoru and that your parents knew about it.

It was terrifying to think that Satoru could be… No, no. You shook those thoughts out of your head and tried to think positively. That Satoru hadn't betrayed you and that he would be fine. You just needed Nanami to return and confirm all your suspicions. And you prayed that this would happen before the wedding that would take place in three days.

Lying in bed, you stared at the ceiling, the night darken the room and the accumulated fatigue that you were carrying covered you peacefully. But it was not like that. That night you couldn't rest.

Nightmares tormented you. The image of a dead Satoru haunted you throughout the night, reflecting in your tired eyes every time you closed them. The dreams were vivid and unrelenting, showing you scenes of Satoru lying lifeless, his once vibrant presence reduced to an eerie stillness. You saw his bright blue eyes, usually full of mischief and warmth, now dull and empty. You watched as the confident smile faded, replaced by an expression of eternal peace that brought you no comfort.

You tossed and turned, the sheets tangling around your legs as you struggled to find a way out of the nightmare. Every time you woke up suddenly, your heart would race and your breathing would be difficult. The silence of the room was oppressive and the darkness suffocating, leaving you gasping for air with every breath you tried to take.

You shifted between the sheets when the first rays of the sun began to penetrate through the curtains. A new day began and in your mind and heart there was only the anguish of knowing Satoru's whereabouts and condition. You got out of bed and opened the window, letting the breeze fill the room and the smell of the sea occupy your nostrils.

“My lady?” Rose entered the room with a surprise look on her face.

“Rose…” You smiled at her. “Good morning.”

“My lady, how are you feeling?” She approached you and held your hands with care.

“I am…” You sighed. Not knowing what to respond.

“It’s okay my lady.” She tried to calm you down.

You sat down on your dresser and looked at her through the mirror. “I send Nanami to investigate the whereabouts of the duke.” Rose looked at you, intrigued to know more. “Rose, I think something happened to the duke and I think my parents have been involved.”

Rose swallowed and opened her eyes slightly. “My lady, are you sure?”

You nodded and clenched your fists. “If it's true... and what they did is discovered, the palace will kill us.”

“My lady”

“Rose, we must find some way to leave this place before the wedding, if Nanami does not arrive with news before.”

Rose nodded. “I will be with you my lady.”

You felt your chest fill and your eyes water as you realized you weren't alone. “Thank you Rose, thank you.”

“No problem my lady.” She gave you a warm smile. “But my lady…” You looked at her. “Your parents and Mr. Harrison will be arriving today.”

You sighed. “Alright.”

The morning and part of the afternoon passed faster than you would have liked. Anguish and uncertainty had established themselves in your body, they almost seemed like an extension of you, one that was dragging you down. Your hands were sweaty and your heart rate was fast, having to meet your parents and Mr. Harrison was like putting a noose around you. You were afraid but you wanted to be brave, even if it was for once in your life, you didn't want to tremble.

The carriage carrying your parents and Mr.Harrison arrived and now you looked at your reflection in the mirror while Rose brushed your hair. Your gaze was fixed on your face but at the same time not, you were lost in your own thoughts, trying to find something so that the wedding would be delayed or canceled.

“My lady…” Rose whispered as she let the brush down. “I have an idea that might help us win some time.”

You looked up and looked at Rose through the mirror. "Tell me." Rose leaned close to your ear and whispered her idea to you.

It was crazy but it would be a shock and Mr. Harrison would even want to cancel the wedding. You lightly laughed and looked at Rose.

"Thank you."

“I am here for you my lady.”

You looked out the window and saw how the sun was setting in the sea. You took a deep breath and stood up from the chair. The room was beginning to be illuminated only by the specifically placed candlelight. Asking Rose to wait for you in the room, you left and walked through the hallways, feeling your legs give out with every step you took.

You looked out the window and saw how the sun was setting in the sea. You took a deep breath and stood up from the chair. The room was beginning to be illuminated only by the specifically placed chandeliers. Asking Rose to wait for you in the room, you left and walked through the hallways, feeling your legs give out with every step you took.

The room was filled with the faint smell of old books and ink, a testament to the countless hours spent here studying and negotiating.

Your parents sat on the side of the desk, their expressions a mix of expectation and concern. Mr. Harrison was standing by the window, his back to you as he watched the darkening night. The silence in the room was oppressive, the weight of the impending conversation pressing down on you.

“Just two more days and we will all be family.” Your father proudly smiled.

“Yeah.” Mr. Harrison proudly sat on the chair. “Hopefully a baby will also come soon.” He looked at you and you felt nauseous.

You took a deep breath and stood up in your seat, trying to show a little confidence and strength. “Father, mother, my hand has already been asked for by another man.” You spoke without showing any hint of tremor.

You knew that talking about this in front of Mr. Harrison was not the right thing to do but you had to find some way to escape from this or the wedding would be delayed.

Your mother ground her teeth and said your name in a harsh, cutting tone. "Shut up."

“Darling.” Mr. Harrison called you, with that nickname that ok his lips sounded so disgusting. “Duke Gojo only came here and used you. You really want to marry that boy?”

You clenched your fists and clenched your teeth as you looked at the cynical smile that had spread across his face. Your blood boiled as the atmosphere in the office became increasingly overwhelming and cutting.

You wanted to get out of there but you couldn't, you had to delay that wedding. Or else, in two days you would be damned forever.

“Honey.” Your father spoke, with that false tone that you had already gotten used to hearing. “Mr. Harrison is right, don't you think about the damage that boy has done to us?”

Looking at him you wanted to laugh out of anger and ask your parents if they knew the damage they had caused to you for years and that Satoru had been the only one who had managed to make you feel alive.

Filling your lungs with air you spoke or rather screamed. “But daddy I love him!”

It had been years since you stopped calling your father that, but you knew that if you threw a tantrum in the middle of that place, your parents would be embarrassed and maybe, with luck, Mr. Harrison would put the wedding on hold.

You looked at their faces and could see how your mother was red with rage and your father clenched his teeth tightly.

“Well darling.” Mr. Harrison spoke, cutting the tension in the air. “I’m sure you will grow to love me too.”

You bit your lip and the crazy idea that Rose had proposed crossed your mind. What else could you lose?

“I’m having his baby!” You said out loud.

“What?!” Your mother and father screamed with speechless looks on their faces.

Out of the corner of your eye you looked at Mr. Harrison, who had his mouth slightly open and his face, like your parents', was a poem.

“This…” Mr. Harrison began and slightly smirked. “This is humiliating.” He turned to look at your father. “Did you know?”

“Mr. Harrison, I…” Your father stuttered trying to find some words, but they all got stuck in his throat.

“You stupid bitch.” Your mother approached you and held your arm tightly, you narrowed your eyes, feeling his nails dig into your skin. "Didn't you take the herbs that the doctor prepared for you?"

“Yes mother, apparently they didn’t work.” You smirked.

“You stupid bitch.” She slapped you and your head turned to the side, leaving you breathless.

Stunned by the slap heard how your father tried to reason with Mr. Harrison and how your mother also joined in.

They weren’t hiding anything anymore, how that marriage was going to bring them a large amount of money and how Mr. Harrison was also going to support the king’s brother's return. You smile when you hear those words, it was the confirmation you needed that those letters were real and that most likely there were more.

You left the room and practically ran to your room. Your heart was thundering in your ears and your head hurt from the enormous pressure you felt. It was almost like you were going to pass out before you could get to your room.

Holding onto the doorknob you entered your room and leaned your forehead against the door once you closed it. Trying to make your heart calm down and air return to your lungs.

“My lady…” You heard Rose approaching you from behind.

“Rose I need a minute, but…” You began to talk.

“My lady.” You froze and turned yourself to look at the man that just talked.

“Nanami!” You said breathless and looking at him.

“My lady.” He looked at you, then at Rose and then back at you. He took a deep breath and then you heard his words. “Your suspicions about him were correct, Duke Gojo had an accident when he was heading back here. His carriage failed and he fell down a hillside, all I know is that the Duke is currently under the care of His Majesty the Crown Prince. But I don't know his condition."

When your father read Satoru's supposed letter your heart stopped, but at that same moment you felt like your heart was falling out of your chest. Your breathing accelerated and you began to feel your eyes stinging because of the tears that were accumulating.

“My lady.” Rose caught you when your legs gave out. “My lady, you need to breathe.”

We tried but it was like a foot was pressing on your chest and sinking you into the ground. You held Rose's hands and tried to speak. “We need to go…”

Rose looked at Nanami and they both nodded. “We will leave here as soon as possible, my lady.”

“The letter…” You whispered.

You had to take the letter with you and give it to the king or someone from the palace, you knew that this would mean the death of your parents but those two people were no longer your parents and you wanted to see them sink.

Rose grabbed your arm and the three of you left the room, heading towards the stable. You still felt your emotions on the surface, at any moment you felt like you would break but you shouldn't. You had to stay strong and leave that place and send that letter.

Taking the reins of your horse you raised your gaze and fixed it in front of you. Sighing heavily, you signaled to Nanami, telling him to leave.

Your body was so exhausted that you practically didn't remember much of the trip. You remember stopping to pick up Rose's husband, you remember Nanami telling you to ride with him, and you remember arriving at a lodge where you spent the night, but other than that, your memories were vague and confusing.

When you opened your eyes, you blinked repeatedly, taking in the light that filtered through that window. Rose was still asleep in the bed next to her. Sitting up carefully and quietly, you changed your clothes and left the room, meeting Nanami's figure guarding the door.

“Nanami.” You spoke with your voice still sleepy.

“My lady.” He greeted you with the same courtesy as always.

You chuckled and shook your head. “You don't need to continue behaving like this Nanami, I don't belong to that family anymore.” You smiled at him. “But my last proposal as your lady is that you accompany me to her majesty so I can deliver the letter to her.”

Nanami held your gaze and shook her head. “My lady, if I am still here serving you and accompanying you it is because I trust you completely and my loyalty is yours alone.”

“But…”

“I don't care if you never belong to the family again, I am faithful to you my lady.” He bowed. “And I will follow you.”

You looked at him stunned by the words he just said. “Nanami…”

“You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I will follow you and make sure you meet the duke once again.”

“Thank you…” You whispered, whipping away the tears that had gathered in your eyes. “How long do you think it will take us to get there?”

Nanami thought for a moment, thinking of the shortest and most feasible route for everyone. “Probably in two more days.” You nodded and smiled calmly.

“Good.” You said.

And so once you were all ready you left again, heading towards the capital. You were amazed with each new place you visited, with the people and the landscapes. It was the first time you traveled, since you had always been in your town and had never left there. You didn't know what would happen after delivering the letter and showing them the evidence that the king's brother was still plotting against the crown. If they would also condemn you or what would become of you. You did not know.

You also didn't know if you would be able to meet Satoru. Nanami had told you that he was in the capital, where the palace doctors were treating him but you didn't know if you would be able to see him, but you longed to see him, you longed to touch him again and feel his warmth.

When you crossed the wall that surrounded the capital you felt your heart begin to accelerate and when you began to enter the castle gate to have a reception with the king it accelerated even more. And standing there in front of the king and the prince, you felt like you could faint.

“So…” You began. “His majesty, I’m the only daughter of…” You said your family name and bowed. “I’m here to give you this letter that I found in my father’s office.” You held the letter in your hands. “I believe it’s extremely important for his majesty to know about this information and to take care of it.”

The king nodded and one of his guards took the letter from your hands and brought it to the king. He read it carefully and with a slight frown.

“You say you found this letter in your father's office?” You nodded. “You know what it means right?”

"Yes sir." You said with your eyes downcast.

“Why would you betray your family like that?” He wondered.

You clenched your fists and clenched your lips into a thin line. “Those people were not my family, my family is the ones who have accompanied and supported me on this journey and the man I am looking for.”

The king touched his chin and smiled and then looked at his son who nodded. “Thank you very much for this young lady, the crown will take care of it.”

The crown prince looked at you and smiled. "Follow me please." You looked at Rose and Nanami doubtfully and the prince, noticing it, turned to you. "Don't worry, you can trust me."

You nodded and followed his steps, tightly gripping the pendant you were wearing, trying to calm your nerves. Your eyes roamed every corner of the hallways you walked through, marveling at the details of the walls and ceilings, admiring the paintings of old monarchs that hung on the walls and the large windows that illuminated your entire path. It was like being inside one of your books, where the protagonist toured her spacious palace.

“It must have been a long trip, right?” The prince spoke again, exalting you a little.

“Uh… yeah a little.” You smiled.

“Well now you can rest here as much as you want, I'm welcome.” He smiled at you again and you smiled back. “Oh!” He stopped short in front of a large white door. "We have arrived." He said, taking the knob he opened the door.

His back blocked your view of what was in front of you so you couldn't see well what was inside.

“Look who came to see your injured ass.” The crown prince stepped aside and you finally saw what was in that room, who was in that room.

Your breathing stopped and your heart forgot how to beat when you saw him lying on that bed. His face had the occasional scar that seemed to be healing and his arm was completely bandaged. But it was there, he was there. Satoru was before you, he was alive.

“Angel…” He whispered with his blue eyes looking at you, unblinking.

And that nickname, that whisper was enough to break you down. Crying, you approached the bed and fell next to it.

“I thought…” You tried to speak but words were hard to pronounce.

“I’m so sorry my angel.” He held your hand. “Suguru give my future wife a chair or something!”

“Tsk.” You heard the crown prince. “You know I’m going to be the next king right?”

“And she is going to be my wife, so what?” Satoru replied.

“It’s okay, I…” You tried to speak.

“My lady, here you have a chair.” The crown prince smiled.

“Thank you, his majesty.” You bowed and sat down on the chair.

“I will leave the two of you alone.” The crown prince said and left the room.

“Angel…” Satoru called you.

���I though you died. I thought you left me, I…”

“I’m sorry.” He caressed your hair. “After going on that visit, I planned to take you with me to my house and finally get married. But well, the accident... it left me unconscious for several weeks and when I woke up your engagement to Mr. Harrison had become official and my condition was not the best." He sighed and squeezed your hand lightly. “I wanted to go there, get you out of that place and take you somewhere where I knew you would be happy but…” He touched his leg and smiled. “Suguru, the prince, did not allow me to do anything and I had to resign myself to knowing that the love of my life was not going to be able to be happy.”

You grabbed his hand in your hands and looked into his eyes. “But now I can be happy.” Satoru smiled.

“I didn't tell you at the time and when the accident happened my last thought was how sorry I was for not having told you but I love you my angel. I love you." He said and cupped your face in his hands and kissed you.

You closed your eyes, enjoying that kiss that you had longed for so much and you let yourself be enveloped by all the love and affection that Satoru was emanating at that moment.

You had believed that you would never taste those kisses again, that you would never again feel the soft touch of his skin against yours. But there you were, enjoying the love you both felt for each other.

You rested your head on his shoulder. “Satoru…” He hummed in your ear. “Your brother was right.” You looked at him. “I’m sorry my parents were behind your parents death and also behind your…”

“Hey angel.” He made you look at him. “None of that was your fault, you are not like your parents. And soon you will be a Gojo.”

His kiss made all the storms disappear from your heart, and calm was restored, allowing your heart to beat again with serenity and tranquility.

The tumultuous waves of doubt and fear that had threatened to engulf you subsided and were replaced by a deep sense of peace. Her touch, gentle, felt like a soothing balm for a wound you didn't know was so deep. It was as if, in that moment, all the chaos and uncertainty that had plagued you dissolved, leaving only the clear, steady rhythm of love.

Satoru broke the kiss and caressed your face. “Suguru told me that before you ran away from home, Mr. Harrison had called off the engagement or proposed. What happened?"

You smiled slightly. “I told them I was having your baby.” Satoru opened his eyes. “No I'm not.” You clarified. “But you should have seen their faces.”

"I would have loved it." Satoru smiled. “But next time it could be true.” He whispered.

You turned your face. “You must recover first.” You said.

“Angel, we can do a lot of things while we wait for me to recover.” He kissed your shoulder. “A lot of new things you still don’t know.”

You turned your face to look back at him. “Like what?” You had been tempted and Satoru knew it, which is why that smile that had captivated you from the beginning appeared on his face.

Fin

Notes: I can’t believe BDILH is over (the epilogue still needs to happen but still) 😭. The fact that this short series started as a Mikasa one shot, then turned into a dark romance with Sukuna but it ended up being a Gojo short fic bc I’m such a Gojo sucker… But thank you everyone for the likes, the comments and the love.

Also sorry bc this final didn’t have much angel x Satoru but the epilogue will be fully focus on them and just them and it will be 4-5k. But the main story needed a conclusion and didn’t want to extend the chapter too much. I’m quite satisfied with the result and I hope everyone enjoyed it ❤️

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[merakiui]

Tw: slut shaming, incel!Idia, him being gross, noncon, size kink kinda, afab but crossdressing, etc

Imagine just bullying Idia daily when you game with him, calling his penis small repeatedly, this man had enough of your daily shenanigans, but the more he sees you the more he notices just how small you are compared to him to be just a normal male.

Your body is just so..... Feminine. Your frame is small but your thighs thick? Now he just has to test for himself, he bets that you were a slut who only likes getting gangbanged by the Savanaclaw students.

Come on? A girl crossdressing in an all boys school? We all know this troupe. He bets you are all loose from all the fucking you did,( little did he know you were a virgin all along, what non virgin would hang out with him daily anyway?)

He decided to take action against your mockery and pins you on the floor while you were distracted with your game,

"Hey prefect, tell me, why would a man wear more clothes around their chest?"

"W-what?! Get off me you tiny penis bitch, even squidward's nose is bigger-"

Idia wasted no time to strip you off your clothing, he was right after all, you were a girl, all girls are the same after all, it's their fault that no one wants to fuck him, you are just yet another loose slut.

He zip ties your hands then begins licking your cunt, this taste is quite addictive, but why isn't it all wet an soppy like in hentai? He attempts to shove a finger in but his single finger is getting clamped like crazy, no way..... You were a virgin? But no aren't you a slut?

He continues to lick your clit while his large hands keep your legs open, he stares at you, you really are a girl huh? How did he never catch that? As he did what hentai taught him you slowly gushed on his face, no longer fighting back from being all brain mushy.

He almost cummed in his pants but it's okay, you were meant to be bred anyway like the bitch you are. As he inserted his long dick you started to cry.

"Its too big, it won't fit. Can we stop this already?"

"Where did this your snarky bitchy attitude go? What happened with calling me tiny? No no, you're staying right here, this is all your fault. You finish what you started."

When he filled you to the brim, he can notice the massive bulge of himself inside of you, tiny you say? You were regretting your words right there, you started to scream and squirm as he thrusted.

It burns, it stings, it hurts, its feels good...wait what? You began slurring your words, you went from screaming no to screaming more. He finished inside of you.

White was oozing out, he took pics for later purposes. From that incident onwards Idia started to take action against you. You were converting from a brat to a cutie pliant kitten.

You do what he asks you to, like wearing a collar with his name on it, and wearing the skirts with tights you oh so despise. Every time you wanted to act out, he always threatened to share pictures of you and hack into the whole campus's phone just to spread it, maybe next time you should have watched your words.

UUUWUAAAAA IZUNA, THIS IS DELICIOUS OTL OTL OTL OTL

(cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, implied captivity, non-con, pregnancy mentions, incel idia, misogyny)

And he’ll make you sit on his lap and cockwarm him while he’s gaming. Maybe he’ll make you wear a ball gag so you won’t be too noisy when he’s on vc. If you’re good and you don’t cum, he might let you take off that cute, revealing outfit you can’t stand. Maybe he’ll let you wear his hoodie. It’ll be so oversized on you. He might just fuck you in it. :) he probably uses you as a reference for when he’s sketching. He’ll stuff you full of all kinds of sex toys just so he can improve his anatomy or certain poses. Or he’ll want to recreate scenes from his favorite hentai.

And if you can just stop complaining and take his cock like the good kitten you are, he’ll bring you birth control, all that stuff girls need for their monthly periods, and anything else you might want. But that’s only if you’re obedient. He’ll dangle all of these good things in front of you because with the click of a button he can have them ordered to his dorm, but he can take them away just as fast. All it takes is one bratty comment from you and he might not let you take any birth control. He never bothers to wear condoms either because doing it raw is so much better. Idia has plenty of money and resources to care for a child (not that he’s truly ready for parenthood, but you’d look cute with a round belly and he’s always wanted to try pregnancy sex…), and if it’s you he wouldn’t mind it. But maybe that’s just his dick talking. Logical Idia says there’s no way he’d be able to take on that sort of challenge, but Idia when he’s buried to the hilt inside of you and you’re digging your nails into his shoulders thinks there would be nothing better than knocking you up and waiting for your belly to swell and your tits to grow a size or two and begin leaking. :)

That’s really all you’re good for, isn’t it? You should’ve known what you were getting into when you found yourself stuck at an all-boys academy. That’s basically a hentai waiting to happen. You’re basically signing yourself up to be a communal cumdump. Idia feels lucky he got to you before anyone else did. There are so many eligible bachelors here… there’s no way he can compete with them, but now he has you and he doesn’t have to compete. You may be a little brat when you aren’t stuffed full of cock, but at least he sees the real you when you’re under him, completely at his mercy and always melting at the slightest touch. He’ll condition his kitten well until you know exactly what to say and do when he expects it.

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 29: Magnetic Attraction Season 1, Episode 30: The Sleeping Princess

Episode 29: Magnetic Attraction

Defensive training time! The team are doing Karate together I only got to a yellow belt myself because of how expensive lessons were, but it was fun either way

"I flipped Lance easy, and I'm a girl" "I fall for girls" Lance just say you like women who can kill you Once again we see Allura pointing out the fact she's a lady,,, I will never get over the back handedness of those comments

Oh my bad it's Judo! I've never done that one before

Great, nanny and Coran are here to tell Allura she's being improper again, and he thinks it's a good idea to guilt-trip her with her dead dad dude when will you learn that you can't stop her, she's literally doing worse by being a solider, protecting herself is the least she should know since even her guards can't handle when Lotor is after her

More misogyny from the team, the show really do be a product of its time 💀

The one good thing Coran does is warn other people to get to safety, but then proceeds to say "it's nothing, definitely not weird that a freaky orange and red cloud is slowly spreading over the sky of Arus when it's noon" if he doesn't die of old age I'm killing him myself

Oh so the cloud is rapidly causing global warming, eco terrorism is horrifying

Why the hell is there a group of people washing themselves in the last remaining water of a boiled away lake? im not sure if dotu will ever answer that but golion will later on

robeast so hot it melts missiles, and the team is immediately going to fly up to it except allura can't launch because blue has no power from the surrounding water which got boiled away oh shit this is actually a good plan on Haggars part

Ooh we get to see a crystal that probably helps power blue lion! Maybe that's where the nexus idea in VF came from!

Alfor ex machina, i can't remember the last time we saw you but it's been a hot minute hasn't it

HOLY SHIT LORE Black gets powered by lightning/electricity, Red gets powered from the heat of lava/magma, Yellow is also magma but more earth dependent, Green is powered by wind, and blue obvs is powered by water like i knew all this already but i love the fact i get to listen to it now

Coran finally thinks of protecting Allura against Lotor and attacks through castle defenses,, except not that it works because Lotor just attacks Allura who is still stuck in her lion as long as she stays inside I assume she's safe but man she's not having a good day

Lance is a smart cookie! He plans to make a path with their own magnetic laser in order to get up to the robeast Now only if he made more plans like that, the fights would be easier me thinks

Lotor doesn't want to hurt Allura, yet actively sends missiles at blue lion while she can't move I hope your dad beats you ong

wait did the team not know that they needed water to launch blue? ok that makes sense actually since they don't know anything about the lions and their mystic nature kind of late in the episode to realize that though

GIRL WHY ARE YOU OPENING THE HATCH FOR THE MECHANICS OF BLUE TO LET WATER RUSH IN, I DON'T THINK THAT'S HOW IT WORKS BUT OK Blue lion is back anyway so I guess it worked

Voltron formed, robeast defeated, and global warming cloud dispersed, so water can come back, the GIF for this episode is going to be great

DAMN ZARKON TRASHING HIS SON FOR THINKING FOR HIS DICK AGAIN

"My beloved nincompoop" LMAOO

/episode end

Episode 30: The Sleeping Princess

Lotor has a nightmare about a woman he says is Allura but very obviously isn't, especially when she does fade into Allura's design, probably his mother This man really obsessed with Allura

PRINCESS CORRAL MY BELOVED, LOTOR IS A SLUT FOR TURNING HER DOWN SHE'S SO CUTE

"Stop whining, you have no feelings" -Zarkon get his ass

Lotor stop making batshit excuses for not marrying her, you'll be unhappy either way good god

At least Zarkon knows that he'll fail his mission against Arus, if he just held on a little longer lotor wouldn't be a problem but nope

Look at her, she's such a sweetie! She's even helping Lotor try to marry Allura, a mistake, but she's got her heart in the right place

"I want Allura to come willingly, [but] she lives in terror of my father" Lotor she's afraid of YOU, this is man is all kinds of delusional

Another flashback of the Not Allura woman, still think it's his mom, and she's definitely Arusian which is probably why Lotor has so much obsession for Allura

Flower picking time! Gotta give the pretty princess some pretty flowers to match! The boys are so wholesome

Ah, shit the cat fucked over a blue lion pilot again, what is with that cat against the color blue, now Allura is presumed dead and everyone is freaking out about it

Of course Keith pieces it together that she can't be dead as long as Lotor is still after her, which yeah makes sense but c'mon any other guy see through it please

Hunk makes a plan! Fake funeral for the princess to lure Lotor and Haggar out I'd love it if the team got more scenes like this, everyone is smart enough to contribute somehow

Oh shit Orla attended her funeral! That's nice to see

Keith you're such a simp for Allura, yes, yes we get it Allura is a girlboss and is an amazing leader

What a sweet idea, people throw flowers into Allura's casket and almost filled it to the brim maybe it's tradition for every Arusian, that'd be cool

Lotor hijacks the carriage Allura's casket is being transported in, sucks for him though BECAUSE PIDGE MANAGED TO HITCH A RIDE GET HIS ASS PIDGE

Rip Pidge gets used as a hostage EXCEPT ITS PIDGE VS HAGGAR AGAIN BECAUSE HE HAS A GRENADE ON HIM Oh god this kid is about to sacrifice himself if it means making sure Allura is safe and taking down one of the baddies, where's that post about dotu Pidge being suicidal

"I oughta feed you this" (proceeds to run at Lotor and Hagar with a live grenade) "PIDGE FOR PETES’S SAKE DITCH THE GRENADE" - Keith "WANNA SEE WITCHCRAFT?!" oh my god, everything is happening all at once

Grenade explodes, it was knocked out of pidge's hand beforehand, so he dove for Allura to protect her as best he could still so sweet even under all that pressure

Lotor and Haggar run away and Allura's awake, so all's well that ends well I guess Pidge finally gets a real kiss on the cheek from Allura, good for him

LOTOR STOP BULLYING CORRAL, SHE WANTED TO HELP BUT YOU FUCKED UP SO MARRY SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY LOVES YOU YOU FOOL

/episode end

[navree]

lol yeah, it was on Twitter. it was brought up today when someone made a post on how aegon was/is alicent’s favorite. ppl jumped in questioning how alicent can truly love and choose her son when he’s a rapist and then things devolved from there. 🥲

anyways, i don’t want to bother you with my pre-baked thoughts and opinions so feel free to ignore but i feel like the writers are trying to tell two different, somewhat conflicting narratives - one, how it was only the patriarchy that stole the chosen one’s throne, and two, how the throne devours anyone and everyone who seeks it, causing characterization and storylines to clash.

imo the show lacks intersectionality. there are three main-ish characters they could use to explore this: cole, an ethnic minority and low-born (we know he’s not from some high noble home) who holds his knighthood, the epitome of a noble man, in high regard when in actuality they’re all protecting a corrupt system, Larys, who I remember during the hunt episode said he can’t partake in “things of men” or something like that due to his disability, and aegon, who inherited a birthright and role just because he was born male yet he doesn’t want it and doesn’t want what comes with being a targaryen son.

idk, these are just some thoughts. the patriarchy is a tool used to protect power and it affects women and men. all this to say, maybe they should have thought twice about making aegon a rapist (not every “bad” guy has to be a rapist).

First things first, sorry that Alicent feels a deep and unabiding love for her kids even when they do bad things, idk who hurt y'all but my mom once flat out told me that if I killed someone in cold blood she'd still love me even if was also disappointed.

(and also there's something about aegon being alicent's first kid and what he represented in a very lonely time in her life and all the complexities around their relationship and how they'll draw closer but i've discussed that a fair amount already in other posts)

I think you're hitting onto something when it's come to conflicting narratives within the show. I've mentioned this before, but this show has a significantly larger writing room than GOT and nearly every episode has a different writer, which means we've got ten different people telling their own stories in the midst of the overall story and eventually all coming into conflict. There's also just a lot of missed opportunities, like how Criston and Larys have interesting stories (one is an ethnic minority from a place that isn't even a part of the Seven Kingdoms and is at frequent odds with them as well as being lowborn, one is physically disabled and clearly discriminated against in his patriarchal culture due to that) that just aren't being explored, which I think is also due to how they rushed the timeline in this season. It does make the writing disjointed, and you get Rhaenys still bitter about being passed over one episode and then telling Corlys to let it go because she has the next, Aegon the irreverent rapist in one episode and then the guy who is willing to protect his mother from a dragon before she stops him in the next, etc. People can clash with themselves on occasion, that's called character growth, but when it just happens out of the blue because one guy wrote one thing and then the next guy wrote the other, it's just weird.

I'm always a bit leery of "the patriarchy affects men too" takes because, I mean yeah but that's realllllly not the main issue, that's a several rungs down the ladder sort of issue, but the show does have a problem in that it has a very surface level understanding of things like the patriarchy and sexism and how misogyny comes into play with other issues like class divide and rigid social structures and caste systems. That's why there's this odd thing they're doing with the idea that Rhaenya "Chosen By The White Hart Like This Is Actually The Last Unicorn" Targaryen is going to solve sexism just by being a woman on the throne and not delving deeper into that and the complex political power structures that rely on misogyny in Westeros. It's a very shallow understanding and it can make for a shallow story.

Aegon being a rapist meanwhile is just such an incredibly stupid and inconsequential choice that I hate for such a myriad of reasons that honestly? Unless they do something more substantial with that in upcoming seasons I'm gonna start ignoring it the way Viserys ignores his children because it is giving nothing. It's an especially galling choice because a) Aegon should not be "the bad guy", he is the leader of the other major faction in a full civil war, we should be getting his point of view and understanding his point of view and as TGC said, introducing him first thing as a predator turns a lot of people immediately off with no hope of getting them back and b) everything else they've done with Aegon is stuff I've really liked. Aegon wanting love so desperately but feeling like he's never gotten it and how that permeates his every interaction with the world, Aegon needing to be drunk constantly to cope with daily life because of how pained he feels (and specifically apparently needing to get blackout drunk before he engages in any sexual act, as told to us by Helaena, which is just such a wonderfully horrible bit of character information I don't see anyone discussing), Aegon being by and large a bit of a shit person but still feeling his affections deep down, like giving Helaena a present after "cheating" on her and immediately defending Aemond against Luke after he couldn't before and choosing to go along with Aemond and lie for Alicent even when his dad was screaming at him because for whatever else, even beyond bullying and forced incest marriages and feeling like his mom doesn't love him that's still his family and he does love them even if he thinks they don't love him back, his genre awareness, the way he, like Alicent, is doing his duty by becoming king even though he doesn't want it and hates everything about it and is terrififed of his fate. There's genuinely so much they've done with Aegon that's made him such a brilliant character to me, and one that I want to see more of (TGC I wanna see the Emmy winning acting in season 2, I know you can do it). So having this one stupid choice mucking it all up is incredibly annoying and so futile to the story at large, I hate it, I wanna kill it with dragonfire.

[thedivinecalamity]

I just want to ramble a bit on my thoughts on James Somerton before I watch Hbomberguys video on it so I can look back at this post (and feel totally validated on getting weird vibes from him) and see If my feelings were onto something. (Also I'm not pretending like I knew all along just how bad he is and trying to feel superior, sometimes I get bad vibes from channels and am right, and sometimes I'm totally blind-sided like with Gus Johnson who's videos I used to like)

One of the things that made me stop watching him was when he talked about anime/manga. The guy very clearly had a very western biased perspective on it (or at least whoever he was plagiarizing from) and never seemed to look for perspectives from the people of that actual culture, and also just seemed racist towards it in general.

Along with saying that most women who write/enjoy gay anime/fanfic are straight and fetishizing the relationships and gay men need to 'reclaim' the medium (after all, women aren't allowed to have anything, it all needs to belong to men). A lot of those women turn out to be queer, or later identify with a different gender/no gender.

Like I won't deny that fujoshis exist and that a lot of them are annoying and it is a problem, but I feel this issue goes so much deeper that people just don't seem to think about.

I'll try to articulate this point well even if no one is reading this cause I feel like screaming into a void.

Everyone jokes about whether some piece of medium would pass the betchdel test, cause women in a lot of media barely interact with men in a non-hetero way, let alone talk to other women. Which is why I think a lot of people, especially women, gravitate towards the relationships between the men. Often cause we have nothing to work with for the women. Like in the media I consume, which is a lot of manga I will admit cause I tend to prefer non-fiction for straight up literature, I will see a lot of interesting male dynamics, but often have to go out of my way to find any female dynamics at all. I genuinely like wlw relationships more than mlm but it can be hard to find especially if you're not going out of your way for it.

I think women also write a lot of gay porn because of how they are viewed/portrayed by society. Women are often so sexualized/objectified that I think a lot of them don't want to repeat that because they're tired of their bodies being seen that way. So I think they often flip it and try to sexualize men more in a bit of a middle finger way (like the rise in art of men in bunnysuits poledancing, which decades ago would probably seem ludicrous to hear a man in that situation, or taking comic book art and swapping the genders).

I will probably need to do more research on this next point, but I hear this may be a theory on why a lot of women have rape fantasies. I'm not speaking about rape victims having those fantasies cause I am just not knowledgeable enough about that and don't want to be hurtful with uninformed opinions. It's been stigmatized that women should not enjoy sex, and made the idea that females masturbating is shameful. So these fantasies can be seen as a way to enjoy the pleasure without having the guilt that you actually want sex. Ofc I know rape victims are stigmatized just as much if not more, so maybe this point is bunk. I hope nothing I said in this paragraph is hurtful, feel free to correct me otherwise.

Also just the fact that fandom spaces have often had a lot more women than men, and are often mocked for their interests. I won't deny that men haven't also been bullied decades ago for having 'nerdy' interests like Star Wars, but those people often tended to push women out of trying to join their groups. So women go on the internet and start forming these communities, and James now says that men need to 'reclaim' these spaces from women, that often were created because men pushed them out in the first place.

(I won't deny however that fandoms do have a misogyny problem. So many people do not seem to care about female characters. I won't deny that female characters can often be more poorly written, but I've seen people on here create entire personalities for male characters with none/not even having any speaking lines with none of that energy dedicated towards female characters. Skill issue.)

[xan-the-emo-trans-man]

Can I go on a bit of a rant here?

I’ve heard other people talk about this but I think about it a lot so I figured I’d join the discussion. I’m a gay trans man who came out as gay only a year or 2 ago but I’ve dated a few men. Feel free to add your 2 cents if you’re also gay or just male loving. Any homophobia and/or hate will be deleted and blocked. Now here’s my rant lol

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I have really bad internalized homophobia

like I keep thinking I’d be better as a cis lesbian or at least as a straight guy

like, why can’t I just be a normal dude and like girls? Why did I have to like guys?

Everybody says girls are better and guys are trash. It makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me that I don’t feel that way for girls

I’m proud of my identity, don’t get me wrong. But, still.

I know the joke “men are trash, I feel bad for you.” It’s funny and I make those jokes too, but that can really fuck up me and some others

it makes me feel like I should be ashamed of liking them and setting myself up for a lifetime of heartbreak. It feels like it would be easier to just date a girl and not get my heart broken, even if I’m not happy. it’s not that I feel like I’m a freak and feel like I have to change my identity or again but sometimes I think I should have stayed a straight girl and not stand out so much, as miserable as that was. I don’t feel like I’m disgusting or anything, I just feel like I shouldn’t like guys and have to pretend I don’t sometimes.

“Women are goddesses and men are trash” is all I ever hear. I feel like I’m sick, sick for feeling that for men and not women. i understand the men are trash joke, but eventually it stops being funny and starts being hurtful.

i just wish I was more “normal” sometimes. Everyone would be happier if I just married a woman because if I’m a man that’s more “normal”.

I’ve dated guys but mostly girls flirt with me. Maybe life would be easier if I had a girlfriend and didn’t constantly chase men that don’t want me. I’m pretty confident I don’t like women and I love men, but sometimes my mommy issues and internalized misogyny get in my head and tell me I should like women

I mean I know the whole point of being queer is that we’re not normal and fit outside the box. I’m proud of being queer, I really am. Just sometimes I wish I wasn’t. Same thing with being trans, I wish I was a cis guy and don’t have to fight for my identity so much. Espically in todays world

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I wrote this awhile ago and don’t really feel like this anymore but… I still have a feeling that I like women but I think that’s more because i feel like I have to than I actually do

I think that’s a bit too much ranting for me but let me know what you all think. I may or may not revise this at a later date but I feel like since it’s pride month it’s perfect time to open discussion to topics like this. Any mlm or nblm feel free to add your thoughts to this.

love you all, thanks for reading my madness haha

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Never I Have Ever: season 4 - Quotes

“- Damn. That’s messed up. But do you have any friends or someone you could talk to about this?” (The basket player - Episode 1)

“- And that’s when I realized love is a verb, not just a noun.” (The basket player - Episode 1)

“- Devi, this really is an elegant gift. And if I may, I am so pleased to see a young girl this day and age not dressed like a pinup poster in a prison cell.” (Teacher - Episode 1)

“- Devi felt like she was on a roll, and so she decided to do the mature thing and talk to Ben. Sometimes, when things don’t go your way, you can still be graceful and learn.” (Devi’s voice off - Episode 1)  “- But apparently, one pretty mediocre bang was all you wanted from me before you moved on to the next warm body. And when Devi was hurt, she did not always make smart choices. - I... I think this is escalating in a unnecessarily public way.” (Ben - Episode 1) “- Well, that’s probably because statistically men are more... (Devi) - Stop. I’m already offended by however you’re going to finish that sentence. Devi, you know it’s ok if you still have feelings for Ben. (Dr Ryan) - What? That’s what you got from this? (Devi) - I mean, what you two shared was something incredibly intimate, Devi, and then he abandoned you.” (Dr Ryan) - What is wrong with me? What would make Ben sleep with me and decide not to be with me? (Devi) - And I don’t mean that feminist woo-woo “every woman is beautiful” kind of thing. I mean real beauty. You’re extraordinary, Devi. (Dr Ryan) - I am? (Devi) - You are. Why else would I keep seeing you? Girl, you drive me crazy. Okay? Women always wanna take something out on another woman when most of the time it’s the man’s fault. (Dr Ryan) - Yeah, ‘cause it’s easier to be mad at women ‘cause we know what sneaks we are.” (Devi - Episode 1)

“- Uh, hey, uh, Margot? Do you have a second? (Devi) - Actually, no. I’m trying to avoid psychotic bitch energy as much as possible.” (Margot - Episode 1)

“- Hey, we’ve talked a lot about my dick lately. Can we move on? Look, I think we’re both just insecure and competitive, and we always manage to hurt each other. (Ben) - So Devi heard herself saying something she almost never said. I accept that.” (Devi - Episode 1)

“- Ms. Vishwakumar, you’re ten minutes late. (Ms. Warner) - I’m so sorry, Ms Warner. My car was recently a victim of automotive misogyny.” (Devi - Episode 2)

“- Well, now I heard you won’t be getting a Dr. Keyes rec. You know, after you, sent her to the hospital?” (Episode 2)

“- I mean, I get that he’s hot, but he’s also kind of degenerate. Yeah, and what about Trent? You can’t just give up on him. (Devi) - He doesn’t wanna be with me. He’s made that very clear. And as Dua Lipa said, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” (Eleonor - Episode 2)

“- He’s beautiful, he’s dangerous, and it feels like there’s always a wind hitting him somehow. (Eleonor) - It seems scientifically impossible, but I do see it. (Fabiola) - Well, El, as someone whose senior year has already gone tits up, I support it. Follow your bliss before some jealous slore steals it from you.” (Devi - Episode 2)

“- Yo, Ben. I hope you know you’re dating a straight-up psychopath. (Devi) - Well, wouldn’t be the first time”. (Ben - Episode 2)

“- Ben, I’m your girlfriend. You should know I’m not a criminal.” (Margot - Episode 2)

“- Let’s just say Margot is about to be Mar-gone.” (Devi - Episode 2)

“- Then I’ll beat you to death with this one. You can’t go around messing with something that belongs to someone else. (Devi) - So you’re kind of mean, huh? (Ethan) - No, I just believe in justice. Yeah. Well, whatever it is, I’ve never been yelled at like that before. (Ethan) - I find that hard to believe. (Devi) - It’s kind of hot. Yeah, when you were yelling at me, I was like...”Damn. Devi’s kind of sexy. (Ethan - Episode 2)

“- Bad girls don’t need books. (Ethan) - Okay, yeah, maybe I do like being bad. (Devi) - And the baddest part about you is that you’re betraying your friend. It’s so hot how you’re stabbing her in the back. He feelings are gonna be so hurt.” (Ethan - Episode 3)

“- Fab, I am on the rebound. So if I wanna fantasize about being a degenerate’s girlfriend, let me have it.” (Eleonor - Episode 3)

“- Picking up on a titch of melancholy.” (Episode 3)

“- So, Devi, why don’t you tell me how you can relate to a story about falsely accusing someone and almost ruining their life? (Episode 3)

“- I’m sorry. This is just how it has to be for now. (Ben) - She doesn’t have to be this threatened. She does know our sex was bad, right?” (Devi - Episode 3)

“- I’m not surprised he scammed us. His whole family’s a bunch of con artists. But like most hot guys, Ethan was blissfully unaware of the drama surrounding him, and he had no idea he was being avoided.” (Episode 3) 

“- You got dumped by a guy who loved you so much that he proposed to you after a meaningful relationship and tons of amazing sex.” (Devi - Episode 3)

“- Have you ever done this before ? (Ethan) - Once. But it didn’t got so great. (Devi) - Well, that’s because you didn’t have sex with me.” (Ethan - Episode 4)

“- Sometimes, certain people can cloud our judgment.  - Oh no, she does. She just thinks that Ethan’s bad for me. (Devi) - Oh, well, that’s true. - Yeah, he’s like an anchor pulling you down into the depths.” (Episode 4)

“- No, I’m only applying to acting conservatories. I’m not a liberal arts person. I’m a one-art person.” (Eleonor - Episode 4)

“- Ethan, thank you so much for this incredible sexual awakening, but I think I’m now having a moral awakening. I need to be with someone who knows right from wrong, and that doesn’t seem to be you.” (Devi - Episode 4)

“- I mean, she was much more perfect than you in high school. She made zero mistakes and had no fun.” (Ben - Episode 5)

“- Well, you put it out in the universe I wasn’t getting in, and then I didn’t. (Devi) - I was just... trying to manage your expectations.” (Nalini - Episode 6)

“- Anyway, I need to see what I can add to my résumé to make myself seem more desirable to them.” (Devi - Episode 6) “- Well, great. I am glad my suffering is bringing you such joy. (Devi) - Oh, kanna, I am so sorry. But this is really what I was trying to tell you. Sometimes things don’t go our way. (Nalini) - Mom, come on. I really don’t wanna listen to anything rational right now. You know what? Being deferred was already a stab in the heart. I didn’t also need to be stabbed in the back.” (Devi - Episode 6)

“- And I went from feeling like a winner to such a loser in seconds.” (Episode 6)

“- Hey, you gotta let it go, all right? This is not worth losing a good friend over.” (Episode 6)

“- I am so sorry that I made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me.” (Devi - Episode 6)

“- I hear you, but remember, getting deferred isn’t such a bad thing... (Dr Ryan) - Why do people keep saying that to me? Getting deferred is a bad thing. It means they’re not sure about me. They’re not sure I’m good enough. (Devi) - But do you think you’re good enough? (Dr Ryan) - Honestly, I don’t know anymore. I mean, right now I feel pretty mediocre. My own mother assumed I was gonna get rejected. (Devi) - Devi, if this Princeton dream has so much power over your self-worth, have you ever considered that maybe it’s not serving you? Devi, I’ve just lived longer than you have, and I know that sometimes, you can work incredibly hard for something, and things just don’t go your way, you know?” (Dr Ryan - Episode 6)

“- Listen, I wasn’t trying to jinx you. I was just trying to, I guess, protect you from that kind of disappointment. And you know what? Even when things don’t work out, they usually do work out. As long as you don’t give up.” (Nalini - Episode 6)

“- Oh! I don’t wanna sleep with your girlfriend, dude. That’s really not something you should be offering people.” (Episode 7)

“- Dude, you are fully clothed. (Devi) - Yeah, well, emotionally I’m hanging D.” (Trent - Episode 7)

“- Look, why are you setting a goal that you’re probably gonna fail at? It’s okay if I fail as long as I tried.” (Episode 7)

“- Because you came up to me out of nowhere and asked me to take your virginity as a complete stranger? (Paxton) - Okay, don’t make me sound like I’m nuts. You’re the one that said yes.” (Devi - Episode 7)

“- Maybe to let go of who you were and find out who you wanna be.” (Episode 7)

“- There are some vibes that are still alive and well.” (Paxton - Episode 7)

“- So don’t worry, we’ll still be roomies. Oh, and also prom dates. I was talking to Addison, and they’ll be out of town for prom, so I thought the three of us could go together. (Fabiola) - Yes! I love that. I mean, you two are the best relationship I’ve had in high school.” (Devi - Episode 8)

“- So, what’s the deal with you guys? Ah! A teen girl classic, pretending to not be interested in the person you’re interested in (McEnroe). He’s the one that said we should never be together because we’re both too insecure and competitive. And he’s right. He’s too mean, and I’m too crazy. Together, we’re just two otters trying to dunk each other.” (Devi - Episode 8) 

“- Change was in the air for the Vishwakumar clan. Scary as it was, Nalini was right. Change was good.” (McEnroe - Episode 8)

“- But in typical Devi fashion, had created too big of a mess to enjoy it.” (McEnroe - Episode 9)

“- Hi, Ms Warner. Wanna talk to me? (Ben) - Well, I never want to talk to you, young man.” (Ms Warner - Episode 9)

“- Yeah, that’s all true, but I wanna know why you are who you are.” (Episode 9)

“- God, why do I have to be a psycho all the time? (Devi) - I like your psycho side. It makes things interesting. (Ben) - Being rejected and wait-listed by everywhere you applied is, like, the definition of pathetic, so look, Devi, you are many things. A maniac, a liar, a heavy sweater, a reckless driver,.... (Ben)  - Hey, this is very hurtful. (Devi) - But you’re not a quitter. (Ben)  - I’d want someone to put me in like a medically-induced coma. Yeah, I would like that. (Devi) - But if you don’t try everything that you can, you’re gonna regret it.” (Ben - Episode 9)

“- You survived, baby. You’re a survivor. (Dr Ryan) - You really mean that? (Devi) - This little college thing, this is just a bump in the road compared to everything you’ve already overcome. You can do anything you put your mind to. (Dr Ryan) - Princeton was actually a dream he and I came up with together. I think I’ve so fiercely held on to Princeton so that I could keep holding on to him.” (Devi - Episode 9) 

“- Because I promise you, Devi, if you do not pack tonight, I’ll put you in that suitcase Mafia-style. (Nalini - Episode 10)

“- So it turns out we’re a pretty good team for two people who hate each other. (Ben)  - I don’t hate you. I just think you’re pretentious and unlikable.” (Devi - Episode 10)

“- Now, this is our last night together, so we have to grab this party by the balls and just squeeze every last drop of fun out of it.” (Devi - Episode 10)

[ipoddymouth]

I agree I definitely do think the I hate men stuff makes men veer more to the right even though it shouldn't and they should just stop being big babies unfortunately they are though. The two other things that I think are contributing is a) men getting jobs/ are college educated less and losing the ground and the stability that they used to have guaranteed and its being taken by women so instead of sharpening and acquiring skills they're turning to the right and b) women are less willing to deal with their bs there have been studies of how a lot of gen z women won't date a man if he's conservative so if they can't get anyone they just become incels. I don't know that coddling them is the answer though because for some of this they have to do the work on their own eg with jobs and dating like women are not required to date them to make them feel better so they don't become right wing freaks yknow? Maybe women could lessen the for lack of a better term misandry but men are pretty horrible with their misogyny towards women so i dont really feel like saying you guys should stop expressing yourself because it'll hurt men's feeling and they'll become a nazi

yeah like there’s no point in coddling incels or forcing women to date men who lack any trace of morals. the men who hate women are gonna hate us regardless of the language we use so it is kinda a moot point this late in the game. but i do think men are unfo kinda irrelevant (not in a mean way) now because women don’t have to be reliant on them AND dudes themselves don’t wanna get blown up in a war anymore so that leads them with…..nothing to really work towards. it sucks that conservatives REALLY got in there and snapped up gen z like that because I genuinely don’t think andrew tate even wanted child stans lmao they just had nowhere else to go and a shitty algo pumping that shit to them

[caffeineandsociety]

The thing about the women's boxing shitshow is:

Is Carini an unsportsmanlike ass with a history of faking or exaggerating injuries to cover for her own disappointments? Is she someone who legitimately had an emotional breakdown because she couldn't keep a promise to her late father? Does the truth lie somewhere in between?

I don't know, and quite honestly, I don't care. I've seen reports of both, and at this point I don't know which is closer to the whole truth, but ultimately, it doesn't matter, because what happened here is much, MUCH bigger than her motivation. If she started this whole mess partially or fully on purpose, yes, that sucks, and she's an asshole for doing it, but it should never have worked-

And if she really was just having an emotional episode because she couldn't keep a promise to her late father, that just makes the response of the international community even worse.

What we have here, BECAUSE the reasons for her tears are so unclear and potentially multilayered, is an illustration of the fact that the "white woman tears" attack only works because of misogyny. Because of how people respond to women crying. Because a woman who cries in public is immediately put on trial in the court of opinion, presumed guilty of "overreacting to nothing" or "being a melodramatic bitch", with damned near the only possible defense - whether she makes the defense or not - being that she was hurt or endangered by someone of lower social status to her, who people ALREADY wanted an excuse to attack.

Angela Carini herself is not exactly a paragon of white womanhood - she's a boxer, for fuck's sake, it's not exactly the sport for some precious delicate flower like the western gender binary casts women as. I've already seen her getting hated and transvestigated herself for her more angular features in the name of "reversing the script", as if that's going to help anything. But racist, transphobic, intersexist bystanders saw her - shorter and paler than Imane Khelif, who they already wanted an excuse to go after - crying because she lost a match in one good solid shot, and immediately decided to go on the offensive to advance their own agendas. None of these people give two shits about her. Most of them would just as easily turn on her if she was in a restroom too close to them or their daughters - some of them already have. But she's convenient to treat as a martyr if you really, really hate brown women, intersex people, trans people, or anyone else who doesn't fit neatly into the Euroamerican white gender binary.

The end result is a world where no one can safely cry. Men are told to just "man up and deal with it", and white woman tears are indeed an effective weapon when used with intention, so that leads to an illusion that women are safely allowed to cry - but in reality, outside of maybe 5-15 minutes to mourn a death in the family, damned near the only allowance for crying in any gender IS its use as a white woman's weapon. Crying for genuine emotion gets women no support, only violence against whoever someone can blame for their sadness, IF they're seen as whiter and more womanly than whoever that clearest possible scapegoat is. If that's not what you want? You'd better just repress it. Flatten your emotions if you don't want them to be weaponized.

If we want this to stop happening, we have to reconsider how we respond to people crying, or expressing any intense emotion - across ALL genders and races. The response to crying, no matter who does it, should simply be to offer support WITHOUT going on the offensive - thus, if someone really is trying to invoke a Category 5 White Woman Attack, it falls flat, WITHOUT us necessarily having to call bullshit to the face of someone who probably IS genuinely scared and hurting, justly or otherwise, and running the risk of being mistaken and kicking someone who's already down for NO reason.

[foxhole-pipe-dream]

My God. I wasn't gonna reblog this again, but I want to expand on my previous tags.

I'm not Thea's biggest fan, but I'll defend her because a lot of these talking points are built on assumptions or aren't applied to other characters in the series.

The amount of hate Thea gets is disproportionate and people go rabid at the very mention of her to the point of directly asking Nora to kill her when she's brought up.

I personally do not like the age gap.

But Thea and Kevin being in close proximity a few times over the years is not grooming. They played on the court and Kevin admired her from afar, that's it. There's no real evidence that Thea gave him more than a passing glance or any thought outside of exy before he turned 18.

Andrew and Roland met at 17 and 22-23 (which I also dislike). This is confirmed by Nora. Why aren't we campaigning for Roland's death? Let's dogpile him too.

Thea grew up in the same toxic environment as the other Ravens. Y'all harp about the cult mindset and the aftereffects, but don't give her the same leniency. Her thinking 'no harm no foul' because Kevin's hand eventually healed is no doubt fucked up, but again, cult mentality.

She needs therapy just like the rest of the Ravens. That thinking is unhealthy, but it's how she was conditioned. That doesn't mean she thinks it's okay or doesn't care for Kevin. Nora stated that she's furious that Riko went so far.

And no, Thea was not angry at Kevin for outing the Ravens/Riko's abusive behavior (???). She was angry that Kevin went no contact and left her completely in the dark. She had to find out through a press conference that Kevin was hurt and was leaving the team.

She was worried. And now she's finding out that Kevin's injuries maybe weren't an accident and he didn't think to say anything to her. She came to find answers.

Andrew is another love interest who expresses his worry through anger, yet Thea is the one demonized for it.

After Kevin brings her to Jean and explains everything, he comes back relaxed. Everything went well and she believes him.

So what is the issue?

Her actions in this scene where she's upset don't define her entire personality and Nora did say she planned to develop her more in the scrapped 4th book.

You can't call her toxic/abusive for being 'mean' to Kevin for 5 seconds and love the rest of the Foxes, a team of assholes. They've lashed out at Kevin at one point or another, even Matt.

Y'all can say Kevin deserves better and should be with someone who isn't a Raven, but I never see people give the Kevin/Jean ship the same hate.

Again, the lore excuse falls flat because y'all give depth and headcanons to every other character who appears for 0.5 seconds (like Jeremy). I never see people do headcanons for Thea or make any effort to flesh her out.

If you hate her just because you want Kevin to be gay, then that's a personal problem. This is the same 'she's getting in the way of my gay ships' excuse.

I do believe a lot of the hate is misogyny and antiblackness. Characters of color get waaay harsher treatment and Thea would be received differently if she were a man.

You're allowed to dislike her, but the amount of hate she gets compared to other minor characters is ridiculous.

Hating on Thea in Nora's mentions isn't going to do anything but make her stop interacting with the fandom.

Thea is going to be in TSC, whether you like it or not.

This fandom is going to devour itself from the inside when the new books come out.

putting a theory to the test here

[matriarchjojo]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎

YANDERE!JAMIL + BIMBO!READER

18+, NONCON/DUBCON, hypnosis kink, jealousy, cheating (?), corruption kink, misogyny, jamil Talks a lot abt purity, slapping, degradation, rough sex, switch!jamil, multiple orgasms, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

Jamil was already sick of kalim, but now hes got a crush on YOU?! you of all people..and then you even go on a date with kalim. No, no he won't have it.

Jamil couldn't take it anymore, this happened before..but..this is different.

He was sick of being kalims slave and being seen as less his whole life but now the woman he likes is also choosing kalim over him. This isnt fair, its just not fair.

You were supposed to be HIS. He always helped you with everything, he spent more time with you than kalim for godssake! How could kalim even think of asking you out on a date?! He should have known that jamil was deeply in love with you! Why does he keep ruining things for him?!

Jamil was sick at the thought of the two of you laughing together, holding hands or even worse, kissing!

He had to fight the urge to throw up while cooking FOR YOUR DATE NO LESS

everytime the thought of jamil losing you to his rival made him want to kill kalim with his bare hands, jamil hated the thought. But soon enough he got an idea..

Thinking back to when you 'adored' him when he overblotted, was his favourite thing to think about but that made him remember..

He could just control you.

Yes, yes of course! How didn't he think of this sooner?!

As soon as your dinner with kalim was over (which was pure torture for jamil by the way. Except for the way you looked, that was heaven) He was suppossed to escort you out, and that was the perfect time for him to hypnotize you, and keep you as his own~

While you were talking about how good his cooking was (which he could listen to All day, if he didn't have something important to do with you right now) he stopped and hissed

"Jami? Oh dear! Is everything okay?" There it is..that cute nickname you got for him..you might not be the brightest, like kalim, but that was different. You were an angel, and kalim is a Thorn in jamils eye.

"Ah..no, no..it's just something in my eye.." he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his eye. Yes he used that old trick, but it worked on you.

you looked at him worried and walked up to the tall man "noo~ lemme see! Maybe i can help.." jamil smirked and as you took his hand away from his eye and looked at him he took the oportunity to use his spell on you.

You realized what was happening as your head started hurting, just like the first time you met him! "J-jami?! Wh-what are you.." you trailed off and got quiet as a little drool already threatened to drip from your plump lip

It made jamil laugh evily and put his Hand on your cheek afterwards "who am i to you, my love?" He asked caressing your cheek and holding your waist with his other hand "my dear master.." you smiled completely out of your mind, just how jamil liked you. Hearing you calling him Master just did it for him, you made him feel sinful feelings all the time but..now its even worse.

"good girl..what else am i, dear?" He asked, his face inching closer to you "you're the best man i have ever met..it would be an honor to become your loyal wife and bear your children.."

Fuck

This was all he ever wanted to hear! He couldn't help himself anymore.

Jamil suddenly pushed you up against the golden wall of the hall way to roughly kiss you, he fucking hoped kalim would come into the hallway to see you getting kissed so lewdly by his supposed 'friend', and your beautiful hands clinging onto him, pushing him closer to you.

Jamil broke the kiss with a heavy gasp "i want you, my dear..do you want me too?" His index finger ran across your jaw as a smirk grew larger and larger of his handsome face.

"I want you so bad, master." You suddenly began grinding your hips against his thigh and so jamil just grunted and had to suck in a deep breath before grabbing your hand and running off to his room with you.

After he shut the door he grabbed you by the throat and pushed you onto his bed "who do you love the most?" He asked, his breath hitting your pretty face.

"I love you, master! I always did!" You said, swinging your legs around his waist and pulling him closer to you. You looked so beautiful tonight, you always do of course but that beautiful dress that exposed your cleavage and hugged your waist so tightly was a sight for sore eyes, truly.

Hearing you finally say that you love jamil and not kalim was literal music to his ears

"I love you too, angel" he huffed out before roughly kissing you again and shoving his hot and wet tongue inside of your warm and welcoming mouth

He felt to good in your arms, every curve, dip and inch was made for him. And HIM ALONE.

kalim could never even get a taste of you, not when jamil has his grip on you.

He couldn't stop his hips from rutting against your clothed pussy anymore, he just needed some friction on his cock. "Tell me you love me again." He bit his bottom lip afterwards while staring into your eyes "i love you, master!" You whimpered out to which jamil smirked again "come on, my dear..let those pretty whimpers out as loud as you can~" he wanted the whole dorm to hear you screaming his name.

Everyone knew what an innocent little angel you were, dispite how quite slutty you dressed sometimes. Makes him think that you are just trying to make him mad, with how much attention you draw from the men

Jamil began to pull his hoodie over his head and then to unbuckle his dress pants, but he wanted to leave you in that beautiful dress for a little longer. He wanted to defile you in that beautiful—almost angelic dress.

Jamil slid his hand up your dress and felt how wet you already were, feeling it made him smirk then bite his bottom lip again. "Does me playing with you turn you on that much, my love?" He asked with a cocky smile. You just drooled more and whimpered "ye-yes..master.." your words became more slurred, and not as collected as before. This was a good thing in jamils eyes.

He wanted you to break apart because of him, he wanted to hurt you, dirty you, he wanted to be the one that owns that beautiful flower of yours between your plush thighs.

"Lift your dress up" he ordered caressing your thighs before squeezing them. You did as he ordered since you truly had no other choice, you couldn't say no..though you wanted to..you loved kalim, yet here you are..lifting your dress up for his best friend, and being so wet for, again, his best friend

Jamil grinned when he saw those cute white panties with a bow on it, already dirtied by your innocent pussy. "Come on. Spread your legs more" he slapped your thigh harshly and you proceeded to spread them widely for him, you wanted to cry, but you couldn't..no matter how much you wanted to say no to jamil..you..couldn't..and maybe you dont even really want to. The things he does for you, the way he treats you so dominantly..was so different from kalim, but in a good way..

Jamil hooked his fingers under the crotch of your pretty panties to show him your virgin cunt. "What a beautiful little flower..truly the prettiest" he licked his lips and began to hungrily dive into your wet pussy with his tongue.

Jamil has ruined kalims relationships a lot in the past three years, just out of spite and hate for the sweet and dumb man. He didn't like anything about those women, he just wanted them to fall for him to leave kalim. Then he would drop them.

But you, he actually did have feelings for you, before kalim did.

So he took kalims feelings for you as an attack on him, he will not have it. You are his and his alone, he will not share you..unless..

It may be a good tactic to let you marry kalim and just keep on pleasing you behind his back, jamil still believes that he deserves it. He has not learned from his past mistakes, he just learned that he has to hurt kalim the way he did to him for so many years.

He will make his beloved wife suck his dick everytime you are done having unsatisfying sex with your husband, and jamil will always be your number one, jamil will always be the one you run to when you feel needy, jamil will be the one you truly want.

As jamil got lost in his horrible, backstabber fantasies, he didn't notice how rough he went on your pussy. He lifted his head with his whole mouth and chin dripping with your juices to see your beautiful fucked out face and you breathing heavily.

"What a pretty angel you are~" he said before getting up and slapping one of your tits, you cutely whined at the slap and mindlessly begged for more. "Master! S-slap me again! More!!" Jamil grinned and slid his index and middle finger down to your clit to rub it in small circles before pinching it harshly "say you're my slut, Say you're my dirty slut"

Jamil felt such a rush from seeing your hazed eyes roll back into your head while your mouth hung open "i'm your slut, master!" Jamil wished that kalim could hear your adorable moans, moans that are begging for jamil and jamil only.

"Good." He said before standing up and just looking down at you "sit up and undress yourself for me." You did just as he said and slipped your dress off, along with your panties. Seeing your beautiful and soft body in front of him, all bare and ready just for jamil, it made him want to just slam your head down and take you right there.

But no, he wasn't going to rip your poor pussy open, though seeing your pretty pussy stained with blood because of him did get him a little excited.

But jamil isnt that cruel..

Jamil grinned evily as hos eyes scanned your body, every curve, dip and roll made his cock so much harder. Jamil laid you back down on your back and he placed his palm on the back of your neck "i have waited so long for this moment.." jamil whispered into your ear as he slipped his boxers off, revealing his thick, veiny and uncut cock, all red and begging for attention.

"To defile you, this beautiful angel..you're gonna be mine" he continued his sentance as his left hand played with your soft breast "isn't that right, dear?"

You nodded, with drool running from your plump lips "yess..master..yours.." you slurred, completely out of it. Jamil noticed you, trying to fight against his spell..it made him chuckle at how cute you are to think you of all people could fight against his spell.

"Spread yourself open for me, and dont hold any of those moans back." He ordered and you followed, against your will. You pressed your index and middle finger against you two supple pussy lips to then spread them open to let jamil see your throbbing clit and twitching hole.

Jamils cock twitched at the sight of it and groaned "dirty vixen.." he cursed and grabbed your thighs, so hard to the point of probably bruising them. But do you really think jamil cared? No, of course not. He wanted to Mark you up, so that kalim would see that you're a dirty slut who got fucked and dirtied by his supposed best friend.

Jamil leaned down and kissed your neck as your legs pushed him further against you with an erotic moan coming from you.

He suddenly bit down on your neck as hard as he could, making you cry out in pain

"Whore." He spat before diving back into your neck to suck dark spots into your soft skin and lining his throbbing cock up with your twitching cunt "please, master! Your dirty whore needs it!!" Jamils eyes widened as you suddenly said those words, he actually felt drool Pool in his mouth at your dirty and slutty mouth.

He couldn't help it anymore, jamil just pushed his fat cock past your pussy lips, into your tight and sopping wet hole. Your pussy gripped his sensitive cock so tightly, it made jamil audibly moan. He felt like a virgin all over again..

"S-say you love me.." he said between slow but hard thrusts, he grabbed your hair to make you look at him "do it." Your eyes went ftom hazed to soft and teary "i-i love you..j-jami.."

Jamil almost jumped back from that nickname, hmdid his spell wear off?? Does that even fucking happen? "J-jami! I love you!!" You said again before pulling him back down again to kiss him passionately. Jamil never felt like this before, he truly felt appriciated..and like he was your actual number one..

"Mhh..ah- i-i love you too.." he moaned between sloppily kissing you, your lips and tongue felt so good against his own..he could just drown in you, and the way your pussy clenches with every thrust

It drives him crazy, jamil just has to thrust even faster "f-fuck..i love you, i love you, i love you.." he slurred, still kissing you and sucking on your tongue, all needy and rough.

"I-i'm gonna cum- im gonna- f-fuck.." jamil whimpered as he came in hir and thick spurts inside and then continued to fuck his load deeper inside of your tightening cunt, you were about to cum but of jamil didn't pull out he feared that he might cum again. But as he was about to pull out you pushed him tighter against you and fucked back against him.

Fuck

This was too much for jamil, you were too much for jamil..this was the hottest thing he has ever witnessed, and then to top it all of, it was with you..his love, his angel, his one and only..

You drooled against his strong shoulder and came on his cock, the throbbing and gripping of your pussy almoat made it hard for jamil to breathe as he came again.

Jamil hugged your soft body as he tried to catch his breath, that was the best orgasm you ever had..it felt almost like you were at the gates of heaven, it had your toes curling, your back arching and you screaming.

Jamil lifted his head and looked up at you like he wasnt sure if he should even take a look at you "are you..back to your sense?.." he asked and you shyly looked to the side

"m-maybe.."

You said in that high pitched tone and those cute eyes trying to avoid eye contact. Jamil felt beyond embarrassed right now..but there was a question still lingering in his mind.

"Did you..did you mean it..?" He asked burrying his face im between your tits "did i mean what?" You asked dumbly

Jamil rolled his eyes "that you loved me..did you mean it?" He asked almost shyly

You blushed slightly and pouted your wet lips "yes..maybe..kind of?" You babbled. That was enough for jamil, he wanted to hear it again "say it again.." he said, lifting himself up by his arms to look down at you "say you love me"

You looked up at him like a little puppy and you nervously looked down, but jamil grabbed your chin to make you look up at him "say it and look into my eyes"

You gulped and nodded "i love you, Jami.."

"That means im better than kalim?" He suddenly asked and you got nervous "b-but i liie you both-" he then suddenly slapped you "i only wanna hear a 'yes, Master' do you understand?" He asked with a stonecold look in his eyes

There is that Feeling of dread again, you were scared of jamil...you suddenly came back to your full senses once he slapped you, "l-let me go.." you whimpered but jamil just slapped you again before making you look into his eyes again..

And before you knew it everything went black for you. "I am better than kalim, aren't i?" He asked again and you answered with

"Yes, master."

[aro-and-tired]

Since people are arguing whether or not alloromantic people should ship aro characters, I’d like to give my opinion. Now, I’m not going to say that you or can’t do something, I’m just a random person on the internet and I’m not the ultimate authority of what can or can’t be done. You want to write that aro character in a romantic relationship? No one is stopping you. But more than doing or not doing something, I’d like it if people were coherent, honest, and aware.

Coherent - is your reaction to a character being aromantic the same as a character being another queer orientation?

Say there was a character who was a gay man, or a lesbian. Say I decided to write them in a relationship with a person of the other binary gender. I could tell you that some gay people still have relationships with members of other genders and that some gay people still describe having very strong feelings for those partners, that maybe they weren’t really attracted to them but they still cared deeply about them.

If you would say “you can’t ship gay people with someone of another gender no matter the circumstances”, but see no issue with shipping aro characters because some aros are romance positive, you are not being coherent, you have a double standard there.

If you would tell me “I don’t think you actually care about those gay people who have had that sort of relationship, you are just co-opting their existence to justify a ship”, but then get mad if someone accuses you of co-opting romance positive aros for your ship, you have another double standard.

If you would say “yes, some gay people can have romantic relationship with people they aren’t attracted to, but it’s a delicate topic and if you haven’t lived that experience you risk writing a narrative that hurts a lot of people”, but then think anyone can ship an arospec character without any particular research on how to do it, that is another double standard.

Honest - when you say you are writing that character as a romance positive aro or as arospec, are you really doing that, or are you just writing an alloromantic character with the serial numbers filed off?

We’ve all heard of show, don’t tell, so once you’ve told me you think that character is romance positive aro, show me. Make the character open their mouth in the story and say they are aromantic. Show me their internal feelings, the way they care about their romantic partner but not in a romantic way. Give me a grey- or demiromantic character being taken aback by their feelings, not knowing how to deal with them. Have your arospec character set boundaries in the relationship that most people don’t have. Give me an allo partner who is supportive, or confused, or otherwise feels some sort of way about their aro partner’s identity.

If your aromantic character in a romantic relationship is written just how you would write an alloromantic, then you are not writing an aromantic character. Either be honest with me and tell me you have decided to ignore that character’s identity, or put some effort into it.

Aware - are you aware of your own biases?

You see, fandom has always had trends of certain minorities being pushed aside. A few years ago, it was women - the amount of misogyny in some fandoms, especially in m/m fic, was staggering. Female characters in fic would get bashed and villanized all the time, even if that character had never done anything wrong in canon. While this problem has somewhat abated, fandom still has issues with portrayal of characters of color, who get ignored, or shoved into stereotyped roles. If you have been in fandom for more than a few weeks, you have probably seen a lot of these discussions crop up.

And if a specific person hates a specific female character, it doesn’t mean they have internalized misogyny. If a specific person prefers the white character to the character of color, it doesn’t mean they are racist. But if fandom as a whole ignores a fleshed out, compelling, important character of color in favor of the white side characters, there is a bias there. Again, it doesn’t mean everyone who prefers the white character is actively racist - but fans of color will still get the message that they are not welcome. It is always worth sitting down and thinking do I really not like this [insert minority] character, or is there an internalized prejudice informing my decisions?

A similar thing happens with aromantic character. Do you really think that character is romance positive, or are you just arophobic? Do you really think that those characters have chemistry, or has amatonormativity just conditioned you to see romance everywhere? And is your fandom, as a whole, biased against aromantic people? Do you think that dozens - if not hundreds, for some fandoms - of alloromantic authors writing only about romance positive aros in romantic relationship will make real romance positive aros feel seen? Or are you sending the message that aromantic people only matter if they can be put in a romantic relationship, that romance repulsed and nonpartnering aros are uninteresting?

Once again, I can’t tell you what to do or what not to do. If you thought this post is a load of bullshit, I also can’t change your mind there. If you want to tell me that it’s just fanfiction and it doesn’t matter, you’re entitled to write whatever fanfiction you want to write. Just kindly start being honest with all of us and tag your content as “alloromantic [character]” so we are all clear on what’s going on. You can’t honestly tell me you wouldn’t be mad if you went looking for a character that represents your identity but then what you found was all deeply alienating if not straight up -phobic, so don’t expect aros to be happy if 90% of content that features aro characters turns them allo.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.  

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful

                            Brooklyn, 1970.

Bucky’s mornings were sacred.  He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.

But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window.  And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.

Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day.  Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.

He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.

“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly.  "I have to work in the morning and—”

“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone.  He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.

“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern.  “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”

“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology. 

He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid.  Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was.  A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?

This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that.  And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.

The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant.  When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”

He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.  

“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear.  “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that?  I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”

He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly.  His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.

“You remember me, don’t you?  You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’.  You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”

Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.

"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll.  I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier.  Is that what you want, sweetheart?  To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away.  “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”

Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them.  “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned.  “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt?  Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”

As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.

His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly.  He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.  

Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again.  The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.

“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”

He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.

“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace.  "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."

A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak.  But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.

You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.

"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women!  And you know what I love most?  Huh?"

He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.

"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you.  All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."

Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.

"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for.  Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled.  “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.

"Oh fuck, are you coming?  Shit," he moaned.  "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"

Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.

You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.

"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs.  "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh?  Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right.  Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."

From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.

"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby?  Wanna be my little slut?  Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"

You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“M’close, honey,” he breathed.  “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real.  But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.  He was elated to make your nightmares come true.

"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed.  “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are.  But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."

Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest.  Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.

"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously.  "You're not gonna scream are you?"

You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air.  "Please— come in me," you panted.

"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.

"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.

He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp.  "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."

To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”

One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible.  Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.

"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced.  They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them.  "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste.  Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah?  Wanna get knocked up?  You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"

At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley.  Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.

Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence.  It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”

He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.  

“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain.  "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"

He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body.  Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.

You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?

There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.

“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder.  Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt.  “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”

[definitelynotplanetfall]

@max1461 it's part vent and worded stronger than what i would probably actually endorse but yes.

i would recommend this post for some context.

menslib was/is a no good very bad subreddit for "discussing men's issues from a feminist perspective."

there were recurring themes that

women being expected to be skinny and have huge tits is bad. they should be allowed to not do this and still be loved the same amount

men that want relationships with women without putting in the basic human decency of worshipping boring fashion/suits and getting jacked are entitled shits

men that want relationships with women should try friendships with men instead, never mind that perhaps the reason they want to be around women and not have to be masculine is because they fucking hate masculinity

gender identity is insane inscrutable tautological bullshit only you can decide and it is definitely way more meaningful than "i would be happier living by girl norms where i don't have to be an ugly muscled brute and am allowed to dislike beer and sports." if you want to know more details you are definitionally asking in bad faith and are just a man looking for an excuse to not have to put in the basic human decency of being hypermasculine

people love to defend the worst parts of masculine culture because there are people that are classified as men who do not do those parts of the culture, therefore "all men" is an unassailable group. there is the simple fact that jokingly insulting your friends and not meaning it is not a civilized way to act, but if you point this out or wish to be excluded from it, you are manning wrong even from the perspective of people who take the idea of toxic masculinity seriously, and the corrective to this is not to stop being a man if you hate it so much but to just put up with it you pussy.

this is not a good state of affairs and to be quite frank i think if what is necessary to destroy the dumb-idiot-worship brute-battering-ram football-garbage is to murder every football fan this is an acceptable cost if it means that going forward into the indefinitely far future no soft person ever has to endure pretending football is interesting or worth limited cultural bandwidth.

i also just fucking despise men and want to hurt them, i want to slice their necks open for wasting their one existence and a named character on the boring ugly stupid brute gender, and the classified-as-men that i don't want to do this to are the ones that are not masculine and the ones that conservatives hate for not acting like cavemen. this leads me to the belief that turning genders into big tents was a mistake, because it becomes impossible to concisely attack the-doers-of-the-cartoon-bully-masculinity when there isn't a simple noun for them and only them, and even in feminist-adj spaces men really just means "cartoon bullies and those we think ought to be cartoon bullies but aren't."

for an extremely long time i beat myself up for thinking "it would be easier and more fun to be a woman because i would not have to do boring things in free time and pretend they were entertaining in order to be considered worth being around, but since i don't have the magic variable set that says i was actually a girl all along (i would know what to look for if i did due to the fact everyone keeps saying they can't explain what to look for and people just know) this is evil misogyny and denying feminism by saying women have it better and i am an entitled man for wanting to be allowed to be free of having to be manly." you can find plenty of evidence of this on my blog, i have pretty much not shut up about it since i created an account.

my distaste for outward expression of masculinity is perhaps abnormally high and maybe shouldn't be indulged as a pattern for society but it is also the case that lots and lots of people are trapped in a set of gendered expectations (mostly masculine) that they despise, and are not actively transphobic, but consider that transitioning would be like. cultural appropriation from the Real Deep Down Transes. Cf. the constant relitigation of "a man is anyone who identifies as one, masculinity is anything a man does, you don't get to complain about people enforcing standards on you because that's technically not part of the definition, we also have to remake masculinity into something unrecognizable and we're not going to tell you what traits it will have, so there is absolutely no way for you to make a decision about what you Truly Are, because we will also enforce the rules on you and say you just have to man up, so implicitly following the rules making you miserable is not cause to identify away". constant desire to leave. constant desire for a hard restriction that allows an excuse to leave. everyone on that fucking subreddit was either a beer gym bro saying "i don't get what your problem is just be masculine get with the program it's fun" and people who wanted to be soft and human who fucking wanted nothing to do with masculinity pleading for loopholes that meant they didn't have to be men because the rules applied but didn't count enough to let them leave. i'm saying we need a party line of gender epistemology that allows people to say "i want to be a woman so i am going to become a woman" or whatever without it being about soul searching for magic deep down things about whether you have an arbitrary bit set.

i mean men deserve people being mean to them but if you find masculinity intolerable as is correct you can evacuate to a gender that isn't total garbage.

we actually need to get rid of the "you have to Really Have Always Been Deep Down to transition" bullshit. we need to evacuate the sensitive souls from the dirty brute gender so we can annihilate brutishness once and for all