#Little Whinging Fucker

[originalleftist]

I am DEFINITELY going to refer to the woman who wrote Harry Potter as "Little Whinging Fucker" from now on.

That way I don't help her name trend on social media every time she does something horrible.

Also after the SCOTUS news today I fucking needed that laugh.

Thanks Doctor!

[mudwerks]

(via JK Rowling is very upset after David Tennant called transphobes "little whinging fuckers")

[softlymaximoff]

Head canons of Agent Romanoff and new SHIELD recruit, Agent Y/N. Part 2

18+ ONLY MEN & MINORS DNI (blank blogs will be blocked you do not have my permission to republish my work onto any platform.

Oliver (the polydactyl cat) has a nasty habit of stealing Natasha’s Nerf Darts, to the point where at the end of each passing week, Nat tallies off how many he’s stolen and gives you that amount of jumping jacks. You’ve never caught on and she’s not gonna tell you until you come clean about housing a stray, yes she saw you rescue it out of a crushed milk carton when he was an angsty teen cat.

Truly hilarious to watch you gentle parent the most bratty and mouthy cat. The day you turned up for training with a sour face and a full sleeve workout shirt, she mentally giggled to herself. But you had a heart of gold and the love of an angel’s warmth so she wasn’t surprised you wrangled with that thing. Impressed almost.

Catnip. Natasha loves feeding Oliver his happy herbs and the cat turns into a complete menace, the zoomies, the race car purrs, the parkour, everything. A sight to see when she hold the gremlin in arms reach and his tail is partaking in a helicopter blade audition with his purrs rumbling through his chest.

You thought it was just orange cat behaviour, the internet feeding you all sorts of lies (somewhat cause orange cats are feral). Nights when he’d return from the edges of the building (you also had a suspicion he was doing recall but who knows) he’d be all hyper and vocal, more than usual.

On rainy days in the compound, most SHIELD recruits would hang out in their common area, a game of ping pong here and there, pool, darts, Nerf Wars around the lounge, anything to have some sort of team bonding experience. You simply read old English or History books in your room or on undercover terrace on the roof, Ollie lounging out with you, working up a bakery with his paws.

Natasha knew, she watched, she learned. She understood.

One afternoon, the stray refused to go anywhere with you, hissing and whinging on his bed of crushed cardboard boxes, (yes you actually had a small cat tree tucked away in the corner but no, Oliver liked his cardboard, old habits never die you concluded). You flipped the stray off, his paw swatting the air in defiance and you retreated up to the rooftop to clear your head.

You had an intel mission within a few days and you were to go with Wanda just out of town. You were stressing, hard. Who would take care of Oliver? What happens if he got out of the compound? What would happen if things went south and you didn’t come back? All these thought were becoming messy and panicky hindering your reflexes when the rooftop door swung open.

A strangled curse made you jump and spin around, coming face to face with your evil child. Behind him was Natasha with a much less impressed expression, “The little fucker climbed into my room and jumped me like his tree. Wouldn’t stop yapping and chirping. I think he’s broken”

Your face, red as ever, turned into a harsh glare towards Oliver. “What is with you today. Some days I think you take me too much for granted little dude” you sighed as the spy shoved the cat into your arms, not missing the way the animal burrowed its head in the crook of your neck. “Traitor” she whispered, a little accent dripping into her tone.

She gave you a smirk and left the rooftop before you could defend yourself with the feline.

When the day came for your intel mission, his cardboard box empty save for a small note tucked away under the top sheet, “He came in to mine this morning. Leave him with me, he’ll be okay. We have enough milk and ham, don’t worry. If he eats it all I’ll teach him how to hunt mice, maybe even scare Clint in the vents x N.R”

You shook your head in amusement and slight offence at the traitorous cat but packed your bags anyway. Wanda came through mid morning, smiling brightly and introducing herself. You greeted her with a nervous wave and introduced yourself, not missing her eyes when they darted over to the cardboard boxes and left over kibble next to the set up.

“Do I even wanna know?” She teased at your flushed cheeks and you shook your head, once again, being caught red handed about owning an animal in the compound. “C’mon Clint’s waiting downstairs, he’d gonna drop us off. I’m sure your little friend is in safe hands. And besides, it’s not often you hear a Russian curse out a cat. The walls are thin, honey, very” the witch chuckled as she helped you pick your bags up.

Safe to say, when you passed the main rooms in the compound on your way to the front entrance, a faint string of Russian curses could be heard followed by “Stop chewing on my Nerf Darts you little-!” Yes. The walls were extremely thin.

[onbearfeet]

Okay, but the terf queen fighting with David Tennant because he said transphobes are "whinging little fuckers" is so darkly hilarious to me. She literally stood up and said did someone call for a whinging little fucker because that's definitely me and I just

Okay, look.

There's this thing in writing called the small penis rule. It goes like this: if you're going to very obviously base an unflattering character on a real person, and you want to avoid a libel suit, make sure to give them some trait so embarrassing that your victim would never publicly admit that the character is them--like, for example, a small penis.

Now, I have no personal opinion on penises myself, not having one or interacting with them very much, but I have noticed that a lot of men would literally rather die than admit their doorknob is average, let alone on the small side, so I can see how a fella might be less inclined to sue if he has to stand up in court and say, "Yeah, Tinydick McGee is based on me." It's not so much a real protection from lawsuits as it is mutually assured destruction: sue over Tinydick McGee, and whether you win or lose, the name "Tinydick McGee" will be on your Wikipedia page forever.

And here's David Tennant, RANDOMLY AND NON-SPECIFICALLY referencing Tinydick McGee, no names or even identifying details other than "transphobic", and she's taking it SO VERY PERSONALLY that she's slapped a "Hello my name is Tinydick McGee" nametag on herself.

There's no way she's never heard of the small penis rule. And yet. AND YET.

[heavenbarnes]

More weirdo older bf Simon 🙏

this is from the alternate universe!simon where he’s still older bf!simon but a weird old perv 🫶🏼 (implied ghoap at the end)

it’s cold, cold enough that older bf!simon can see his breath.

he can also hear johnny’s teeth rattling, mostly cold but there’s a hint of-

“fuckin’ boring- shite end of the stick”

boredom.

hold up in fuck knows where in the freezing cold with a rifle laid across his thighs listening to johnny whinge his fucking ear off.

“course gaz didnae have t’do this- pretty boy never has t’freeze his bollocks off”

simon gets how shit this is, believe him.

it’s shit that he and johnny have to sit frozen (figuratively and literally) and just wait for the target to appear.

it’s been three days, the fucker isn’t showing.

but what’s worse (because simon argues he has the worse end of that shitty stick) is that he had to up and leave you.

got the call while you were in the shower, he’d barged through the door you could’ve sworn you’d locked and once he got you to stop screaming he’d had to break the news.

“m’off”

“oh, ok- for how long?”

“not sure, a bit”

only hint of a silver lining was the “good luck, be safe” reach around you gave him when he peeled his kit off and joined you in the water.

he really felt like he was beginning to make progress with you.

yes, you still were a little uneasy with his staring problem and yes, he still needed to learn to ask “please” and not just put your hand in his pants.

but you hadn’t left yet.

and to simon? shit, that’s as good as a hand in marriage.

he didn’t even have the pleasure of sitting in silence and missing you- not with that little bastard in his ear.

“can’ye check again, L.t?”

fuck sakes.

reluctantly, simon takes his phone out one of the pockets on his vest because, as much as johnny was doing his nut it-

he just had to know.

he chooses the app that brings up the livestream of cameras around your shared home. does his obligatory check of the outside perimeter, makes sure nobody is taking liberties.

then he begins the hunt.

you’ll be around here somewhere.

room by room, he looks for the shape of you.

“here pretty, pretty”

johnny’s eyes flicker from the horizon to the device in simon’s hands, almost buzzing in excitement.

“come out, come out”

might’ve been the trip down memory lane but it’s more than likely the anticipation, simon was chubbing up in his trousers.

“found you”

johnny all but leapt from his post until he was at simon’s side, eyes drawn to the way you moved around the living room.

as you moved into the view of the other camera, simon’s heart nearly stopped.

you were in his shirt.

“the sight a’that, L.t.”

you were a sight, that’s for sure. perching yourself in the corner of the couch, the two men watched as you scrolled your phone absentmindedly.

one leg outstretched, the other pulled up at the knee.

a rustle of leaves had both men snapping their attention back to their surroundings, keeping a keen ear and eye out before they hurried back to you.

pretty old you.

doing nothing more than reading an article or watching a tiktok or doing- anything.

but you might as well have been stroking yourself right there.

they could’ve claimed it was your bare legs, the way they could imagine you might’ve had no underwear, the curve of your chest under simon’s shirt-

it was no use.

they both knew exactly what it was.

they liked to stare.

liked watching you while you were none the wiser, that at any moment you could start touching yourself and have no idea you had an audience.

the thrill of the chase or whatever they called it.

“cannae believe you’ve got tha’ waiting at home”

“neither can i, mate”

simon watched you sink lower into the couch, silently praying you were reading one of those dirty little stories you liked.

probably weren’t, obedient thing probably saving it all up till he got home to wring it out of you.

he’d have to make do with imagination.

“here, ‘old this”

johnny grumbled but took the phone nonetheless. his eyes stayed fixed on you as he heard the sounds of simon’s belt, rustle of trousers, spitting on hands.

“if i have t’hold this ye’ave to help me oot”

[limeade-l3sbian]

david tennant calling radical feminists or “terfs” whinging little fuckers on the wrong side of history is so ironic to hear from a man supporting a movement helping with the erasure of female only spaces and female focuses within medicine and other places.

it truly astonishes me how these people would support women getting their knee caps blown off if it could somehow be made progressive.

.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon - Human Overlords

Really need to flesh this out, have so many ideas which way it could go.

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Something something magic something overlords are forcibly reverted to human and suddenly have targets on their backs. 

More than a few people want the chance to usurp their overlords and break the chains on their necks.

A few centuries in hell have given them abilities, of course, and some had physical prowess beforehand in hand to hand or weaponry… but when their access to demonic powers is severed, what chance do they have?

If they could stop the infighting and posturing for half a fucking second, of course.

Valentino, tall even as a human, tried to tower over people who were now within at least half a foot of him rather than waist/chest height. It didn't work as well as he'd hoped, and Alastor personally found it hilarious. Perhaps it was the attire that made it hard to take the former moth seriously?

“And if those fuckers break down the door, get inside, then what are you going to do, talk ‘em to death?” Val sneers right into the too-calm face.

“Hah, well no. Not exactly. However, if I am given access to any kind of weaponry, if dear Charlotte would stop being so panicked about human fragility, I can demonstrate my former alternate profession to you. Perhaps on your foul self, you seem fantastically expendable.”

“Oh go fuck yourself you frigid prick! Voxxy, what did you ever see in this little cappucino bastard? Granted he's pretty on the eyes, but he's rancid to the core-...”

Something sharp passes in the deep brown eyes, and a previously concealed blade slams deep into Valentino’s left shoulder as the slightly shorter man pivots and slams Val to the floor, pinning him effortlessly to allow greater opportunity to twist the blade.

It was a blink and you'll miss it moment. To the shock of many present, and the loud swearing of one overlord. 

“You seem awfully confident that your silly little act will keep everyone at bay, Valentino, but even you have to sleep sometime. And you are not even in the weight class of the most challenging persons I took down. But you certainly have their bluster..."

Vox pinched at the bridge of his nose, delighted at having one to pinch, and wondering how best to keep the idiot alive. He was also willing his arousal to stay down because it really wasn't that hot to see Al pinning Val and...

Ah fuck. He clears his throat.

“Val, please don’t taunt the most prolific serial killer of our century…”

“The WHAT?”

“It was hardly a secret, dear, do keep up.” Alastor grinned, the smile still sharp despite regular human teeth lining the gums. It was somewhat unnerving.

Vox remembered looking up everything on alastor when they’d been friends, when Al had trusted him with tidbits from his past. You didn’t want that level of cold, smiling anger aimed at you.

“Babydoll, cancel his ass on Vitter or something, avenge me!” Valentino whines at Velvette, who rolls her eyes and yanks the blade out.

Also to the shouts of many (mostly Charlie and Vaggie) who know basic first aid is to leave the blade in until someone can get medical support…

Angel tries not to laugh as the other pales, fingernails scrabbling on the floorboards. This whole situation is fucking weird, and he's not complaining about the eye candy or the time off from the studio but... this, was a memory going to live in his head rent-free for eternity.

He's going to title it 'Radio Demon penetrates Valentino until he screams' in his mental theatre, mostly becuase it would piss off both currently human overlords if they ever heard tell of it.

“Oi, stop whinging, it’s not life threatening.” Vel huffs, but is clearly oulling up a how-to guide on managing stabbing victims on her phone. She's ,ostly annoyed about not being able to pull it up with a thought, having to (ugh) type like some peasant...

Carmilla is agitated, primarily concerned around the safety of her daughters now that she and all the overlords who would normally be a protective factor against anyone trying something, were bound human.

Zestial was the most impacted, he had almost forgotten his human face at this point, having been from a time long ago. Human frailty was almost entirely alien to him now, and wildly disorienting.

Zeezi has to now revert her mental map of her body to something human sized, after pretty much just getting a handle on her dinoform in the last decade. It was a big change the first time, and now… ugh. 

Overtime, their death marks start to glow, and then slowly, horrifically, the injuries or symptoms begin to come on. A headache here, a persistent twitching of an arm there, etc.

By the time they realise, it’s almost too late to save them.

Not to mention the attacks from their thralls and the general public alike.

Lucifer is annoyed to be asked to help, but when Charlie asks for something… he’ll do it. Besides… it actually made some of the others closer to his height, say… six foot not over seven, so it’s not as much of a nightmare.

More importantly, he's using his powers to shield the suddenly human beings from angelic eyes, because Heaven would be right on up their asses like a rat up a drainpipe if they caught wind of this.

Over time, the other side effect is that the memories of living in hell are being suppressed. They react oddly to the demons in the hotel, sometimes with fear or fury, sometimes with violence, and othertimes... as if they didn't see them at all.

It was strange... and worrying.

Trying to keep them all from killing one another is also difficult.

And, let's be real... the chance to knock about an overlord 'accidentally' was something that Angel and Husk wouldn't admit to enjoying. Even Lucifer found a reason to knock Al into a wall with his wings and feign ignorance...

Except, these aren't sinners. A shove ddown the stairs has major consequences, backhanding someone caused major bruising when it's demon on human, and someone's ribs snap if they're slammed too hard into a wall.

That... takes the fun out of it. The consequences feeling off...

Husk thought he'd enjoy seeing Alastor's face marred with claw marks, but it just kinda... made him sad, especially when there was a moment the overlord's eyes went unfocused and he murmured something in frnech before blinking furiously back to the present. The grin returned, and Alastor invited Husker to do it again, maybe something more violent, really get his revenge...

But... the bartender just couldn't fucking do it.

And Valentino? He wasn't surprised the night Angel stormed into the guest room he was provided, snarling but resigned... waiting to be forced. And perplexed when Angel merely grabbed him with all his many hands and shook him, snarling that he would never be like Val. That even when the power was in his court, he would never... could never...

and hurled the human back on the bed, hard enough to sprain his wrist on impact, but nothing more as he stalked out.

As if he wanted to prove to himself that Angel could never be that way. He felt vindicated and sick, but he knew now.

Vaggie hovered around Carmilla until the woman finally addressed the matter. She spars with Vaggie, andd despite the disparity in strength, her ability and agility made up for it.

Charlie was BESIDE herself about this. Also the rampant attempted murder. How did this happen? How did they make it stop?

Why would ANYONE do this?

Lucifer had to ask Asmodeus to borrow some of his workers with their crystals, to check in on the graves of the overlords, only to find they were all disturbed. Someone had their bones.

But WHY?

For what end?

And that's when they started getting sick, getting tired, getting vague... when they started to bleed through their clothes from wounds that would disappear as swiftly as they appeared.

It was alarming.

This was a lot of effort for, as Lucifer put it, just a bunch of self important sinners. There had to be something else at play. A misdirection perhaps?

[Flesh out]

no real plan with this, just a vision of like, constantly stopping different overlords from trying to kill one another, and the violent nightmare that would be... before things go Very Wrong

[meloneta]

i love it when articles have to use professional language but then have to quote things like "a tiny bunch of little whinging fuckers" word for word.

i also love david tennant

[id: an excerpt from an article reading:

During an appearance at the British LGBT Awards over the weekend, he called on British equalities minister Kemi Badenoch to "shut up" after she advocated for banning trans women from entering women's toilets and sports teams.

In an interview at the same event, Tennant called transgender critics "a tiny bunch of little whinging fuckers who are on the wrong side of history, and they'll all go away soon."

end id]

[originalleftist]

THANK YOU DAVID Tennant.

Good God that episode would have aged badly. Is David Tennant actually a Time Lord? Or did he already know some shit about Rowling that wasn't public knowledge (maybe from when he was in the fourth Harry Potter film)?

Even if it was just that he didn't like the vibe of it or something... good instincts David.

David Tennant prevented JK Rowling appearing on Doctor Who.

Also absolutely laughable to think JK Rowling appearing would ‘top’ Kylie Minogue’s appearance.

[kingcatnine]

i try to avoid attachment to celebrities but it does warm my heart to know the guy I've had a crush on since I was 10 called transphobes quote "whinging little fuckers"

[originalleftist]

France Arrests Telegram CEO Pavel Durov for not adequately moderating Telegram, allowing it to be used for various criminal activities, and for not cooperating with police.

Muskrat's ranting about "free speech" again, which is hilarious both because he can and will try to censor anyone critical of him (like the woman he settled a sexual harassment suit with her having to sign an NDA), and because it is very, very obvious that if France is arresting Russia-aligned billionaires for misuse of social media, his ass is next on the chopping block. Especially with Imane Khelif having an outstanding complaint for criminal cyber-harassment naming him IN FRANCE.

I guess Muskrat and Rowling can't plan any business trips or vacations to France (or any country with an extradition treaty to it). Excuse me while I play the world's smallest violin.

Also, (from a post I saw earlier) apparently Putin's mouthpiece Edward Snowden is accusing France of "taking hostages". Looks like this arrest rattled all the right people.

[cosmicretreat]

Joanne is a little whinging fucker.

[fuckterfs-deactivated20221212]

keep begging you little whinging fucker

[benthic-girl]

As much as I love tennant for standing up for trans people and calling transphobed whinging little fuckers I also fully appreciate how much he was like "yeah I'm not doing a lot I don't deserve this award" he's being a supportive dad to his kids, he's doing the right fucking thing and feels embarrassed that this is somehow a massive moral fucking victory due to the insane climate of transphobia

[cosmicretreat]

Transphobe, internet troll and occasional novelist Joanne Moldemort demanding to see someone’s medical info like she matters. Shut up, you whinging little fucker.

[nbjetsam]

"David: It's a tiny bunch of little whinging fuckers that are on the wrong side of history and they'll all go away soon." I really hope "little whinging fuckers" catches on.

David Tennant interview at the British LGBT Awards, June 2024 (x)

Int: You being an ally to the community isn't something new. You've been doing it, but recently you've obviously really stepped up for trans and non-binary people in a time that's so, so needed. What made you do that?

David: I don't know that I feel like I've done anything that I wouldn't just sort of be normally doing. I mean, it's for me it's just common sense that there's there should be any suggestion that people aren't allowed to live the life they want to live and and to be who they want to be with and to express themselves wholeheartedly. I mean, as long as you aren't hurting anybody else, everybody else just needs to fucking butt out. I don't really understand why...

Int: ...it's controversial.

David: Yeah, there is and the thing... the thing, if there's something that's particularly sobering and depressing, it's that certain debates are being weaponized by certain elements of the political class, often for no... it seems it's not ideological so much as opportunistic. And I just think that's pretty disgusting, really.

Int: I couldn't agree more. What message would you like to send out to trans youth?

David: Please don't feel like you're not loved and that you're not accepted and that you're not... you know, most people in the world are good and kind and just want you to be able to be who you are. Most people in the world don't really care. I mean... you know what I mean?

Int: We're all narcissistic.

David: Exactly. Everyone's so self obsessed that really, the sort of noise that comes from a certain area of the press and of the political class is... it's a minority. It really is. And please don't let that make you feel diminished or dissuaded or discouraged, because, you know, you just... you have to be allowed to be yourself, and you are, and you are yourself and you must thrive and flourish, and we're all here for it.

Int: Amazing. I think, yeah, it's so important .I think sometimes it feels like there's so many people, but it is a minority. It's such a minority.

David: It's a tiny bunch of little whinging fuckers that are on the wrong side of history and they'll all go away soon.

Int: Like what happened with gay people 20 years ago.

David: When I was a kid, when I was a kid, exactly. You know, I was at school when Clause 28 came in and it all felt like being gay was something to be terrified of. And gay men in particular were demonised as paedophiles and now that just feels historic and ludicrous and, I mean, I don't see all those... all those battles aren't won, but we're in a very, very different place. And I feel like.I feel like history is on a progressive trajectory and it might get knocked sideways now and again by people for all sorts of reasons, which are often quite selfish and quite, as I say, not coming from a place of any sort of genuine belief system, but other than a place of opportunism. And that's something that we... I hope that in 20 years time, we're talking about, you know, these culture wars as something of the past.

Int: I believe we will. I'm a huge Doctor Who fan, so.

David: Oh, good, me too!

Int: You are my Doctor.

David: Oh, thank you very much.

Int: But recently, obviously, you came back for the 60th anniversary and you got to work with Yasmin Finney.

David: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Int: What was it like working with her?

David: Oh, she's brilliant. She's fantastic. Yeah. And she's in the show again now, she's back in it, so that's fantastic to see. She's lovely, talented, cool as a cucumber, articulate, brilliant. I learned a lot from her as an actor and also as someone who, you know, who's become a sort of de facto activist just because of who she is and where she is, and she becomes a sort of symbol of hope, and she's wonderful.