#Something about a bad bitch who don't need no man but WOMEN however

[cupcakesmoothie]

Something about me and mean lesbians with their cute sweet girlfriends that they're absolutely whipped for

Lesbians

[imtryingbuck]

Prologue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 726

Warnings: angst? forced marriage. Bucky's dads the worst.

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Of course Bucky has thought about marriage, dreamt about coming home after a long day at work to his wife cooking dinner or happily playing with the kids, slow dancing with her throughout the house whilst the children are tucked in bed. Sharing his dreams, fears, stories and life with his other half, a wife who he can spoil with gifts and love.

A wife he can hold during the night.

Another dream he's always had, having children, he's not picky about the gender (not like he can control it) as long as they are healthy, and he's happy to have as many as his wife wants.

So yes Bucky has thought about marriage.

The dream of having a wife will be coming true sooner than he anticipated however being forced to marry a complete stranger is something he's very against, all he's ever wanted was to marry for love.

He's furious and feels betrayed by his father who just told him he has to marry one of the daughters of another mafia boss, that in marrying her it will secure an alliance.

Michael Murdock who's notoriously known for being ruthless and cunning. A man who happily gets his hands bloody, a man who rules his empire with an iron fist. From what Bucky knows of the man's family is that he has a wife Eliza and from what he's heard is that she's just as bad as her husband. They have two sons Brandon and Matt, and four daughters Carla, Olivia, Marie and Lucy.

Then there's Theodora, the daughter that he had with a mistress who died after the baby was born. However no one has ever seen her or even heard about her, most people think she's a myth. A story that gossipers had made up to keep people entertained.

The thought of being married to one of Michaels daughters made him feel physically sick. He had seen photos of them in magazines or on the internet of their latest trip to the plastic surgeon, or of their lifestyles.

Don't get him wrong he lives a lavish life but has never once flaunted it and he likes his women more natural.

The idea of being married into the Murdock family and having Michael as his father in law makes his skin crawl despite his father telling him that he'd always be protected.

Reluctantly getting into the car, muttering under his breath as he goes.

"James you need this, you've taken over the business now and you need a wife by your side. Stop acting like a child" his father George speaks from the other side of the Range Rover.

"I don't know her. She's not even going to want this."

"It doesn't matter what she wants son, you are the man of this marriage. Marry her, keep her wallet full, and have your mistresses and if she steps out of line just smack her back into place" he chuckles as he continues to text on his phone.

Instead of responding Bucky pushes himself further into the leather seat.

As the car pulls up to a huge manor that sits behind large steel fences, the double gates have an 'M' on each sides. Bucky notices that there are many high branded, expensive cars all lined neatly on the grey stone gravel. There's a marbled fountain in the middle that had neatly placed flowers circling around it.

The last time Bucky was nervous was when he was nineteen, it was he first official meeting he was holding on his own. No matter what situation he found himself in he was always calm and confident, but still sitting inside the warm, matte black Range Rover he's doing everything in his power not to be sick.

"Dad is this really necessary?" He tries, he knows it himself that it's pointless but he's still going to try.

"I swear you should have been born a girl with how much you bitch and moan."

"But dad this is my lif-"

"Stop crying it's your wedding day" George smiles sarcastically as the car comes to a stop in front of the many steps.

Bucky, his father and bodyguards are lead up the steps and into the high ceiling hallway, their greeted by Michael, who's standing there with a large grin on his aging face.

"Welcome to my home and family".

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Tags: @sapphirebarnes

[sweetbillwriting]

The Key To His Heart - VI

Characters: AU Bill Skarsgård where his life changes in 2013 and later 2019.

Setting: L.A, 2024 but in an alternative universe with Bill having a completely different life.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

Cat Stevens' voice filled the atelier that day. He had been singing there for several months now, but Sienna didn't get tired of it. For the moment her son's favorite, and he sat among a mountain of cushions on the floor with his own drawing pad while Sienna painted on a big canvas on the white wall. You could only see the sketch of a horse’s face at that moment, but it would be full of color when it was done. She smiled at her son; she still had a bad conscience for leaving him and thought to herself she would never do it again, especially not for something as fruitless as a TV show. Most of the time it was just about waiting, hoping to be chosen to get invited for a date instead of just walking around the neighborhood on one more walk. The man didn't even seem to be interested in her and had other women he would rather put energy on. She wasn't that desperate; she had been single a long time and knew she didn't need a man to be happy, especially not a man who might not even like her.

She decided quite quickly to go home after her son had said he missed her on the phone. He rarely said such things, so the four words, “I miss you, mommy”, made her heart ache. It wasn't worth it. She packed her bag and contacted the production.

She spoke with a female producer who looked at her disappointedly.

“You understand you can't come back? This is your only chance?” She explained. Sienna nodded. The producer made it sound like a life changing opportunity, but Sienna didn't see it like that at all. Bill was handsome and sweet but too distant to be interesting. He never gave her any real attention.

“Do you meet men like Bill often?” Asked the producer. Sienna didn't understand the question and shrugged her shoulders.

“Living like this? Having this lifestyle? You're a painter, right?”

Sienna looked down at her hands. She knew what the producer tried to imply. Bill had money, she didn't. However, that was never the reason why she had wanted to be a part of the show, but when the producer said it like that, she still felt dirty.

“I know what I want. I want to go home to my son.”

The producer sighed and crossed her arms. She stood in deep thought for a while, while Sienna played with a rhinestone S keyring on her suitcase.

“Okay, but it's best if you leave in silence. We don't want a scene,” said the producer. Sienna furrowed her brows and looked uncomfortably at her.

"But I want to tell Bill myself? I think he deserves that.”

The producer gave her a tired look.

“It's better if he doesn't know.”

Sienna got a bad feeling in her stomach. Why didn't they want him to know? The only reason she could come up with was that they wanted to do it as a part of the show. She would be the runaway bitch, and he would be humiliated.

“How will you tell him?”

The producer smiled condescendingly towards her. Sienna noticed how the woman's way towards her had changed quickly after she had told her she would want to leave; this was not her behavior earlier.

“I can't talk about the production with you, but I want you to remember you're under contract, and leaving like this will maybe affect people's views of you, even in your normal life.”

Was that a threat? Sienna swallowed hard. They would really make her seem like the bitch, but right then and there she felt her conscience weigh heavy for Bill. Leaving was her choice, not his; still, they would humiliate him on international TV.

“Will it affect Bill?”

“I don't think you really care. But if you stay, we will not need to do a thing about this.”

Sienna scoffed and looked out from the window. The woman had threatened her twice now, but she had been through worse things in her life, so she didn't care.

“I just want to go home to my son.” She reiterated, and after that, the producer finally understood she would leave whatever she said.

×××

Of course Sienna felt her body ache from her bad conscience. She couldn't just leave Bill to his destiny. Even if she didn't really know him, she knew he wasn't worth that. She needed to talk to him. If he talked with his producer friend, maybe he could stop the humiliation from happening.

She knew his bedroom was a safe zone from cameras, so she needed to just creep by the cameramen from her bedroom up to his. It wouldn't be easy, but she could try. So she did. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest while creeping up the stairs that it felt like she was doing something criminal. Now he just needed to be there; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to tell him.

She didn't expect him to be so comfortable with letting her in, and she didn't expect how easy it was for her to step into his private place. She felt a warm presence from him when she walked into his room, and it felt familiar and safe. She hadn't felt that from him earlier, but they had never really been alone before. She saw another side of him, but that wouldn't change her mind.

It felt good to let him know what was happening behind his back. It felt good going home, but something also made her sad. She would never know who Bill was for real, behind the polished exterior. She could see a glimpse of it there, when they were alone, and could feel her cheeks warm by thinking back on his sensitive eyes.

×××

It was a phone number she didn't recognize that called her, and with discomfort, she answered and sat down in her son’s pillow mountain.

“Hi, Sienna. This is Herman Larson, one of the producers. We've met a few times.”

Sienna sighed. Would they threaten her again? Were they so desperate?

“How are you?” Herman asked politely, but Sienna didn't have energy for the small talk.

“Fine. What can I help you with?”

Herman laughed uncomfortably in her ear. Sienna didn't get a rude vibe from him like she had gotten from the woman, but he was slow with saying what he wanted, which was also annoying.

“Well, we want to bring someone back to the show, and Bill wants it to be you.”

Sienna felt something crawl around her stomach when Herman said Bill’s name. It was he who wanted her back. But it could also be a lie, a new trick to make her come back, to make the show interesting.

“No, thank you,” she said fast and looked down at her son's sketch, which was mostly just lines and circles.

“Bill wants to talk to you. Just a video chat. He really wants you to come back.”

“Why? He doesn't even know me?”

“To be honest, I don't know. He is just really certain of this.”

Sienna thought about it, feeling the snake in her stomach make it both hurt and tickle.

“I can talk to him, but I will not come back.”

×××

“I know, I know…” she said when she saw Bill's smiling face on the screen. It was obvious he had also felt something that short moment they had in his bedroom. It was like a clue into what they could have, and now they sat there, both of them with butterflies in their stomachs. Sienna covered her red cheeks with her hands while she looked at Bill's big eyes, even more magnetic because of the softly lit room he was in. Both of them sat in beds, but Sienna could see it wasn't his own. This had a beige headboard, while he had a black one.

“Ehm… I want you to come back? I really want to get to know you, Sienna. I don't know how to say it, but I think you can feel it too?”

He said it cryptically because it felt so naked to already say words like those he was thinking. Sienna sighed a little to herself and looked towards her son's bedroom. She didn't have her own bedroom; she slept in the living room, but she liked that so she could keep an eye on her son’s room.

“I can't…” She looked away, and it made Bill become nervous at once. He really thought her blushed cheeks and smile were an indication of what she felt, but clearly not.

“Please, I mean, I get that this shitshow is bullshit and awful. I feel that too. A TV show is not the way to date, but... I just want to get to know you, Sienna. I haven't been able to think straight since the last time we saw each other.”

Sienna looked at him now. He looked desperate and nervous. She felt bad for him, but also for herself. She wanted to get to know him but be a part of that circus again… No.

“I'm sorry, Bill.”

He looked down disappointed at the keyboard, and she could see him dusting away something from it while he nodded a little.

“Fuck… I should really not have judged you for that shoe chaff!” He said it half jokingly. Sienna laughed.

“It hurt like hell! I still have a wound!” She said and even lifted her foot against the camera, trying to show him her heel.

“I don't see,” said Bill amused.

"Yes, you do! It's just there! I will have it for the rest of my life!”

Bill laughed at her while she continued to try to show him the heel of her foot. The screen became too dark when she put her foot so close to the camera, but he wouldn't say that.

“Yeah, yeah, I see! Shit, I'm sorry for not taking it more seriously; I didn't know you were fifteen minutes from an amputation.” He smirked, and Sienna lowered her foot so she could see him. She smiled a bit amused but pretended to be insulted. Bill couldn't stop smiling big, and she started to laugh when she saw his silly expression. Both of them took a deep breath and a little pause before Bill started to talk again.

“I am really sorry I didn't give you the attention you deserved when you were here…”

“It's okay,” she smiled a little and fixed her hair. “I wasn't that easy either. I thought I would be able to open up with you, but with all the girls... I couldn't… And the production wanted to paint me up as a victim, and I refused to do that, and then... I just felt really uncomfortable.”

Bill looked at her seriously, moving his laptop a bit.

“Victim?”

“Yeah… Because I'm a single mom to a boy with autism. I didn't want to exploit him like that, and instead I decided to not mention it at all and... Well, I couldn't talk. I couldn't let you in.”

Bill didn't say anything for a few seconds, and it made Sienna nervous at once. She had met guys before who had dumped her because of her son. She lowered her gaze, preparing herself for Bill's rejection.

“How old is your son?” he asked with a kind smile, and Sienna looked up at him again with big eyes.

“He's five. He is the kindest baby,” she said with a proud smile, and Bill smiled big too. He knew it was a lot of work with autistic children, but instead of thinking about negative things, he was just impressed by her. She was alone in it and still didn't make herself, or her son, into victims.

“You're 28, right? So the both of us became parents when we were 23.”

“Yeah! It's far too young to be honest!” The both of them laughed.

“It is, but we made it work, right?”

“We did.” They smiled at each other knowingly. One more thing that made their connection feel deeper than the ones he had with the other women. Even if one of the other women had children, he could feel that Sienna would understand him better but also be a more natural part of his girls’ lives and being a process in healing the scars they carried.

The conversation continued easily, even if she wouldn't be a part of the show, even if Bill would need to pick another woman in just a few weeks.

They talked about their kids: Bill's daughter, who was a great soccer player, and his younger one, who wanted to help with cooking but in reality just wanted to eat. They were 11 and 5 years old and reminded him about what was most important in life. Her son was also 5 but couldn't talk that much. He liked to draw just like his mom and enjoyed music from the 60s and 70s. Bill laughed at that, impressed, because his own daughters just listened to Taylor Swift at the moment. He wished they also would like Cat Stevens and Paul Simon.

They talked about movies, and just to try her, he wondered if she had seen The Cuckoo Nest and Gone With the Wind.

“Of course! But Gone With the Wind is not my thing. I should be ashamed; it's such a classic, and the cast is amazing, but I think I saw it at too young of an age to feel it was interesting, and then that opinion stayed with me.”

Bill felt the butterflies in his stomach fly into each other. It was so silly, that such a thing would make his cheeks heat, but it was just amazing that a girl shared his interest, for real.

“Did the production for the show know about your movie interest?”

“Yeah, they asked so many questions before taking me in.” Bill nodded slowly. “Why?”

“I was on a date with one of the girls... In a theater. It must have been planned for you… And it would probably have been the best date ever if it was with you.”

Sienna smiled a little but also looked guilty.

“Don't say that…”

“Why not?”

“It's mean towards the other girl.”

“It's not like she hears me? I know it would be the best date ever. This, just talking with you like this, is the best date ever.”

Sienna looked embarrassed, and Bill smirked. He didn't care about the other girls' in that moment, just about Sienna.

They continued to talk until she needed to hang up because her son woke up. Bill felt the disappointment ache like a knife in his chest when she hung up, but he also felt so many glowing feelings flying around in his body. It was obvious she liked him too, and he would call her again, even if it wasn't appropriate.

Bill called Sienna again the next night, and they talked even longer, but even if he knew she would say no, he begged her to come back to Los Angeles, but she didn't want to leave her son. He understood that a child with autism needed safety and predictability. She needed to stay with him to not mess up his world. There was just one solution for this, because Sienna was the woman he wanted to get to know, the woman he had developed real feelings for. The solution was the only right thing for everyone, he thought. But maybe not everyone...

“Drop out? You can't drop out; it's your show!” Said Herman, upset, and looked at Bill, who sat calmly on the edge of his bed. He was dressed in a loose-fitting beige linen shirt and medium blue jeans. He dragged his palms against each other, believing Herman would give in, but Herman wouldn't do that; there was a lot of money in this show.

“I've found the woman I can see myself with. I don't need this anymore. We can do an episode about me realizing that-”

“That's not what people want! People want drama! The network wants a 12-episode show! Not half of it!”

Bill crossed his arms and looked at Herman with furrowed brows.

“But I don't want to.”

“Sucks to be you then because you're under a contract!”

“That's not fair to anyone. You mean I should continue this when I don't want any of the girls left?”

“I thought you liked Esmeralda!”

“She's nice, great even, but she isn't the one who... Sienna… It's just really different.”

“I don't care! This is your job right now!”

Bill scoffed.

“So you will force me?”

“Yes, I will force you, and you will play along! Do whatever you want with Sienna when the cameras are off, but when we're rolling, you're interested in Esmeralda and Brigitte, okay?”

Bill didn't know what to say because it didn't feel right at all, not towards Sienna and not towards the other girls.

×××

The girls stood in a row in front of him, like he would examine them one at a time. Tiffany, Brigitte, Maria, Violet, Esmeralda, Rose, and Odette. They stood by the stairs, waiting for him to say who would be able to stay. Odette already had a key as a gift because she came back. She looked at him with starry eyes, probably believing it was he who wanted her back. For him, it didn't matter because he didn't want any of them there. He wished he could go to New Jersey. It had gone so fast—five calls with Sienna, two dates, one with Odette and one with Tiffany. He was completely sure he wanted Sienna; he had fallen in love.

He looked at the girls and felt just a bad conscience. They thought they had a chance, but they were just there to create entertainment; his heart wasn't there anymore but in Sienna's paint-stained hands.

“Tiffany,” he said and tried to smile warmly. The smile was probably more believable than he thought because she smiled big at him when she walked up to get her key.

“Esmeralda.”

He had a really bad conscience towards her, and it was hard to look at her. Just the day before he had his first call with Sienna, he had laid next to her, kissing her and giggling like he had feelings for her. In that moment he also did, but they felt insignificant when he met Sienna's hazel eyes through the camera. Esmeralda was a girl he could see himself with, but Sienna was the girl he knew he wouldn't be able to live without.

Esmeralda smiled brightly at him, like she felt they had something special. Bill lowered his gaze but looked up with a fake smile. He needed to pretend, and the actor in him knew how.

Maria.

Rose.

Brigitte looked at him hurt but also embarrassed, like she was ashamed she had believed there was something special between them. It was a feeling all of the girls would feel the day they got to know Bill had already decided who he wanted—someone who wasn't even there. Brigitte smiled sadly at him when she walked up to him and followed him out on the porch without a word. It wasn't until they were alone that she walked up to him close and dragged her hands over his khaki colored button up. Bill pulled her hands away and smiled apologetically. She still stood just as close and looked at his smooth skin and plump lips.

“It's Esmeralda, isn't it?”

Bill looked away, ashamed, without saying anything.

“I think we all can see it…”

“I'm sorry, Brigitte.”

“Me too… I guess we will see each other at the reunion... With you and Esmeralda together.”

×××

“It feels awful because I don't want to see any of them; I just want to be with you,” he said sincerely to Sienna on the screen. They had an earlier night call than usual because her mom was at McDonald's with her son. She wore an oversized t-shirt with Ingmar Bergman, just as a silly thing to show Bill. He liked it so much he decided to steal it as soon as he could get his hands on it.

“We haven't talked much at all, Bill. Are you really sure? Not that I don't really, really like you, and believe you like me back but I don't have five guys standing outside of my bedroom door.”

“Thank fucking God for that!”

Sienna smirked because of the irony. Bill looked a bit guilty but smiled back.

“I'm sorry. I wish I could just drop out, but you don't understand how much money I would need to pay them if I did. I don't have that money.”

“It's okay, Bill. I will not demand that of you. But… Must you kiss them and so on?” She looked down a bit embarrassed. Bill was just happy she asked, that she didn't want him to be close to other girls, but then reality hit him.

“It says shit about commitment and understanding the entertainment value in the contract and… I don't know. I guess they could say I didn’t show enough commitment or something…” he said with a sigh. Sienna looked at him with big eyes and nodded a little. She didn't know what to say. Bill had asked her for forgiveness so many times for his messy life, so now it felt empty to say it again. He couldn't change anything. During the few seconds the both of them suffered in silence over the situation, there was a knock on Bill's door. He looked towards his bedroom door, confused, before he stood up awkwardly to open the door. Sienna was thankful Bill walked away because she could feel blood creep up to her cheeks. She didn't know what Bill wore more than the white tank; she had just imagined him wearing sweatpants, but when he stood up, she realized he wore just a pair of gray, tight boxers. When he stood up, she could see thick, hairy thighs but also his bulge, an impressive bulge. She didn't think she would see that much of him that night, but even if her face heated, she wished she could see more.

Bill opened the door slowly but took a relieved breath when it was Herman and not one of the girls.

“Are you already in bed?” Asked Herman. Bill looked towards his laptop that stood open on the bed, and Herman sighed.

“Sienna?”

“Yeah.” Bill moved away from the door so he could walk in. “Sienna, Herman is here, so you know,” said Bill and looked at her on the screen, then sat down again on the bed. Herman looked uncomfortable.

“Hey, Sienna… Sorry for-”

“Not letting Bill and I see each other?” She was irritated but sounded more teasing. Bill turned the laptop towards Herman so he could see Sienna, who was waiting for an answer.

“It's not that easy, Sienna…”

“I guess not, but if you're Bill's friend, you will do this as simply as possible for him.” Bill looked pleased and proud. Herman gave him a fast look. He had something in his eyes he hadn't seen before, and he couldn't stop looking at Sienna. He dragged a hand through his hair. Bill was his friend, and that thing in his eyes was something he wished Bill could show more often.

“I will try… But it's not easy. I can't decide everything.”

“But can you decide that we will take a break this weekend?” asked Bill. Herman wagged his head back and forth.

“So I can go to New Jersey?”

Sienna looked at Bill with a giggly smile.

“Do you want that? Come here?”

“Of course, babe.”

Sienna smiled with a blush, both because he wanted to come to her but also because of the nickname. Babe. She was his babe. Just like that.

Herman looked at them both awkwardly, but he knew he owed Bill to try to make it possible. If he could get his date with Sienna, he would probably be easier to work with and maybe he could make him make the best choices.

×

[sdv-confessions]

I heard that there was a Clint hate fest going on, and I ran as fast as I could. I have an essay to write about this man.

Frankly, Clint is an unsympathetic and bad character. He doesn't have the personality or nuance of most other stardew characters, and the few personality traits he does have don't work to make him sympathetic. If his personality or storyline was tweaked slightly, I can see him working as a sort of Harvey/Shane hybrid, but as it stands, he's just boring and offputting.

to begin with: clint is a flat character. He essentially has two character traits--- blacksmithing and wanting Emily. The problem isn't that he's a lonely social outcast---the problem is that he's *only* a lonely social outcast. The two characters most similar to him (Harvey and Shane) both are lonely, yes, but they also have their own interests and hobbies. Harvey's interested in aviation, Shane likes chickens. These are character traits shown to us through heart events, dialogue, and environmental storytelling. They are not just "lonely doctor" or "lonely retail worker." They have depth beyond their job and struggles.

Clint, on the other hand, is almost laughably flat. I scoured his page on the stardew wiki, and the ONLY piece of other characterization I could find for him is that he, apparently, might like blues music. We know this because of one (1) tape found in his room. That is IT. literally EVERYTHING ELSE we get from Clint are related to a) his job, b) his depression, or c) his desire for a woman. That’s literally it.

Further, he does not develop throughout the game. He begins his story being a sad and lonely blacksmith who wants Emily. He ends his story being a sad and lonely blacksmith who wants Emily. Unlike, say, George (another initially unlikeable character) Clint doesn’t grow or develop as a character. He never gets over his feelings for Emily, and he never really does anything about it either. He’s a static character who never does anything but bitch about his life.

Speaking of bitching about his life, we need to talk about that, as this is one of the only real personality trait we can draw from his dialogue. If you take a cursory scroll through his dialogue on the wiki, it’s truly astonishing how much of his dialogue is just whining about his life. For a taste:

*“Damn it, I'm too old to do anything exciting anymore. All I have to look forward to is years and years of sweaty, hot furnace-work.”*

“Maybe I can find a girlfriend on the 'internet'... What? Don't judge me! Not everyone is a cool, attractive, socially-adept farmer, you know! What's a guy like me supposed to do? *Groan*”

“I feel bad admitting it, but sometimes I wish there was a real disaster, not just some dumb green rain. Something to shake everything up, you know? Not that I want people to get hurt... I just want to feel alive... To feel like I have a purpose...”

When we combine these two traits (passive, inactive character + complaining about life constantly) we end up with a character which comes off as completely unsympathetic. He seems like a whiny, self-pitying man who, despite his seeming dissatisfaction with his life, never seems to really do anything to change it. He sees himself as a perpetual victim, and spends most of his time feeling sorry for himself.

This isn’t even addressing his view of women and relationships, which seem to be pulled straight from the comments on an incel video. His attitude towards women has been discussed at length elsewhere, and I trust I don’t need to address it. Even without the misogyny and incel rhetoric, however, I believe Clint still fundamentally fails as a character. He is flat, static, and unsympathetic, and he deserves the hate he gets.

anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk

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[felixfeliccis]

hiii so english isn't my first language and i'm learning more about gender and trans stuff and if i might be trans or something (i've been told i sound agender?? but that feels wrong), and something that confuses me, so i'm asking around abt it… "woman" used to simply denote afab, right? like a body type of ppl with a biological (not surgical) vagina & estrogen puberty. like a female dog. ppl say that it reduces women to their genitals, but what about with other animals? like female cat, female horse, etc, just bc we say "oh she's a girl" or "oh i have a male dog" doesn't mean we're saying they're only their genitals in that case, right…? a bitch is just a female dog, that's why it's a misogynistic word. misogyny is based on how ppl see someone without a penis as lesser, bc they don't have the power to forcibly penetrate and feel genital pleasure for it, they can't impregnate, they're "just a hole" etc. like so much of misogyny is just body-specific. the misogyny transfems experience seems terrible but also conditional? bc if they're found out to be amab they're treated as creepy men, so they then stop experiencing misogyny, they just face usually homophobia. meanwhile bio women (and transmascs who don't transition) have no exit door to the misogyny unless they transition and pass perfectly as male or something, and historically that wasn't an option. to me man & woman have always been neutral body types until i came across trans stuff, and i think the idea of gendered brains sounds sexist af. like gender seems like bullshit, i see me being a woman as just like being a female cat, i don't have ~womanly~ vibes in my brain, i was just born female and that's the least important thing about me, but male society made it weird. why should gender continue to be a thing? what does gender actually mean, if sexism was to be eradicated? is it bad if i view my womanhood as just a body type? most cis people i've talked to view their "gender" like this, as just a body type, like any other animal. they don't "feel" like one, they just have the body and aren't dysphoric about it. they might not always like it, but they don't have dysphoria about it, so they just… are. is that transphobic? i've heard mixed thoughts about it from trans ppl & activists, i'm just curious. feel free to ignore this lol ;;

first of all you, can define your gender however you want and there's no need to put a label on yourself, you can just be you and thats enough. You can view yourself however you desire, there's no thought police.

second of all, gender identity was made up by humans and I doubt animals give a damn, call them whatever you want for all I care.

Also I don't think im qualified to speak out about misogyny and transphobia tbh. I have experienced both but I doubt it was to the same extent as others. Also I know nothing about the transfem experience as you can guess

[accirax]

initial thoughts on DCAS episode 17

so it's definitely gonna be something big and flashy. i just still hope that it doesn't have any impact on who actually wins.

see, the funny thing is that i genuinely don't think Derek has actually done anything wrong...? like, afaik, he wasn't trying to dismiss Trevor or belittle his feelings, he just... had a crush on Kristal and acted like it. am i misremembering something? or is Trevor just being really petty for no reason? (this isn't Trevor hate; i actually find it quite impressive that i still root for Trevor despite him like objectively being in the wrong. that's just the silly billy rizz i suppose.)

"i started thinking that because of you! but, if your character ends you in a place where you do realize that what people think matters, maybe i'll believe that too, because i care what you think."

this was a nice save from Connor.

so the Sharma family has one daughter who's 31, and one daughter who's <18? that's a pretty big age gap (minimum 14 years), though obviously not an impossible one. i wonder if things just shook out that way, or if they aren't (fully) biologically related?

what did she have against Hunter? hilarious if she only wants her bi daughter to date a women. or maybe she was just a big tessally shipper.

oh this is really sad actually. wild that his parents haven't talked to him in two years, but were willing to send him a letter for the show???

WHO THE FUCK IS EXCITED TO SEE YUL?????

Grett is so cool.

🎶Me encanta el poder y no perder--

REAL ("Connor, you can't be this stupid" echoes in the background)

BRO WHAT--

MY FIRST INSTINCT WAS THAT SHE WAS GOING TO SNAP HIS NECK

WHAT THE FUCK. okay so even a day later i am still reeling from this obviously but i do want to say that it's hilarious that Riya can get directly drop kicked by a horse so hard that it flings her like 60 ft up into the air and be completely fine, but Connor falls off of a horse and nearly gets permanently paralyzed. sucks to be an OLD MAN ig 🔥🔥🔥 (/j)

also i can't believe the break Connor's legs challenge was foreshadowing oh my god--

and that was when Riya knew

she fucked up

this sequence is so melodramatic it's honestly kind of hilarious. also Jake is ready to throttle a bitch.

this was a really nice acting moment, even if the context surrounding it wasn't the best. although, even then, was this move even a bad writing decision? i kind of want to say it was, just because of how out of nowhere it was, but i don't think it was actually a bad choice. like, yes, i too am disappointed that they "gave Riya plot armor" in not having her eliminated this episode, because i don't really think we need to spend more time unpacking her deal.

however, if they're going to keep Riya around for another episode (or even until the finale), i think that giving her another concrete thing to be a part of is a good idea. it'll certainly keep her character memorable for several seasons to come. and, i like how this parallels her tossing Aiden off that cliff in the s2 finale! in that situation, she had just become a villain, and purposefully endangered Aiden with no remorse. this time, she's been a villain for the entire season, but is now forced into the position of hurting Connor on accident and being full of remorse for it. being a villain is exactly what people expect for her, and Riya is nothing if not what people expect. it's a real moment of facing exactly what you've become.

to be honest, even a day after watching the episode, i'm still reeling so hard from what happened that i find it difficult to parse out exactly how i feel about this episode. i may wind up changing my mind, and, who knows, i might even change my mind again after that. all i know is that. we wildin. All Stars is such a season.

given how this game works, i'd honestly be more worried about her sudden athletic prowess. but, a threat's a threat either way.

why did they have him say this directly before Tribal if he cast his vote on Grett? i guess it's foreshadowing for Ally being threatening later?

i mean, i'm not too surprised. if it wasn't going to be Riya, it makes sense that they would eliminate Grett as the biggest threat. plus, Grett was being too obviously awesome. put her on the "best to never win" list.

o7 slay queen

i expect nothing less... than a Jake/Ally/Connor finale, lmao.

what an episode! i'm really glad i wasn't at all spoiled on this one, 'cause i think it was important to go in truly blind to the what-the-fuck-iness of this plot. unfortunately, with Riya still in the game (for now), i do feel like next episode's boot is going to be pretty predictable, but... i've been saying that Riya's elimination is really obvious for the past two episodes now, so, maybe i'll be wrong again!!!

[11queensupreme11]

Just wanted to ask (not sure if this got sent properly) but how could a loser!girlflop!MC NOT set back feminism?

Especially in the premise of your fic, where, if the tags are anything to go by, the female girlflop mc will lose everything she holds dear including her mental stability and bodily autonomy to five or more overpowered MEN (granted they are gods, but still men.)

The main difference between her and OG!Percy, who got both the love of his life Annabeth and a pretty set future at New Rome College? Their gender.

Just to explain, I for one fully, or at least mostly understood what I was getting into when I began reading Arsenic Blues. I saw the Dead Dove tag, and know how to differentiate reality from fiction.

However, there’s a possibility that some loud mouthed single braincelled men out there (or women with internalized misogyny) that considers a fem!Percy with practically the same strength, abilities, and personality, too pretentious or something, began reading your fic after seeing the tags to get off on fem!Percy being non con fucked out of her mind, traumatized, and knocked down a peg or billion, reduced to a mere common victim of the gods, because they don’t like the concept of a strong fem!Percy. Cuz surely a loser coded girl saving Olympus is just a fluke and she needs to be put in her place by capable men😒

(This possibility is of course not your problem nor responsibility of course, but it still does not negate the fact that it sets back feminism, as some may use it as “proof” that women are inferior idiots that can’t be trusted with power.

“Look at OG!Male!Percy! He saved Olympus and the world twice with little to no major losses, got the girl, and has a bright future! Look at fem!Percy. This idiot managed to destroy her world in her stupid attempt to do what only a male version of her could! I knew that first time was a fluke!)

An example of this would be Zenitsu from Demon Slayer, ( a loser coded cringey but cute badass, first character that came to mind), who has a pretty large fan base despite his loser personality. Make Zenitsu a girl, and all of a sudden everyone is bashing her for being the weak link, dead weight, pick me bitch.

Or using TBOSAS, some people truly blame Lucy Gray for leaving a clearly psychotic person and says that the Hunger Games were her fault for leaving. It’s her fault that Snow turned evil, blaming the woman for the man’s actions.

(you sent this twice, but the only difference is the last paragraph, so im just gonna answer to this one instead of repeating both, hope you don't mind!)

i truly don't believe my fanfic is gonna set feminism back because, as you said, it's not my responsibility if some incel or girl with internalized misogyny sees it and uses it as a "gotcha" that "hahaha girls are weak cuz look what happened to fem!percy".

no normal person is gonna read my fic (or any book like this in general tbh) and suddenly think "omg.... girls are inferior to men! this book told me so and i'm gonna take it as fact!". if someone does think that, then they already had issues to begin with way before they started reading. my fic did not give them those issues.

normal ppl don't let themselves get influenced by a book in such a way because they've already gotten a solidified sense of right or wrong and they should already know "yeah the stuff happening to this MC is bad and not at all their fault. anyway! time to enjoy more of their suffering 🤪".

UNLESS ofc, they don't have a fully solidified sense of right or wrong, meaning they're just way too young to be reading my fic (or books like it). even then, not really my fault because i already gave out the warnings and even ao3 gives an additional "are you sure you wanna read this?" page. people can't control who reads the fics/books, they can just give out warnings

also, about the og male!percy vs my fem!percy thing, i can easily just write fanfic about og!percy going through the same thing. then what are they gonna say? in fact, there already ARE some juicy dark fics about poor og percy, savior of olympus, being reduced to just another victim of the gods (there's actually a lot more dark fics of og!percy going through traumatizing shit then there are fem!percy ones hehe 😍)

[lespicybrocoli]

10 fandoms / 10 characters / 10 tags ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

Gracias a @rainy-days-and-nights por el tag!

Cloud Strife/ Final Fantasy 7

The original blorbo, my first love (the one you never forget), my first wet and sad man, the one hero who had mental illness before it was cool (jk, however It was the first I got to know), for him I downloaded the anime OVA in a process that took 3 days and 5 hrs per day on my local internet shop and i bought the original Advent Children movie and the extended. He defined my taste in fictional men.

Uriko/ Bloody Roar 2

My first crush, she made me a furry before I even knew what a furry was, she awoke in me my taste for fighting women and catgirls. Silly little weapon of mass destruction, best girl, best playable character in Bloody Roar (yes, Im biased, no I don't look to be corrected)

Raine Sage/Tales of Symphonia

I wanted to be her when i grew up, now older I come to undestand that maybe I wanted to fu--*gets kicked*

Best archealogist, best sister, takes no ones bullshit. What the world of research needs.

Roxas/ Kingdom Hearts

Righ in my teenager era, thought it was Cloud so I looked, stayed because of the tragic existencialism, best angry boy, he has never done anything wrong on his life, kicked Riku's ass like a pro, fave resident in Sora's Heart hotel. A little gremling out for blood.

Maka Albarn/ Soul Eater

My irrevocable call that I was, in fact, not straight. The most cool female character I had ever seen, fuck the perfect stereotype (even thou she was the academic sterotype of perfect student) she was a messy bitch with angry issues and it was so fucking healing to see her being that way. Made me realice you can have a boyfriend and a nonbinary partner at the same time.

Aqua/ Kingdom Hearts

My wife, she carries the whole BBS game on her back, not because something arbitrary like most powerful keyblade wilder (which she is) nor because she is the only one who becomes master of her group (wich she does) but because she, literally, pass the whole game,pulling together the shit her idiotic himbo crush and her best friend do during all the game. Her movements while fighting are top 1000 of sexy things

Riku/ Kingdom Hearts

He is the representation of the queer journey made game character, the ironic fact that he is the closest to the mascot of all that represents capitalism is incredible good for social study. Seeing him growing on the story resonated with my growing into a lgbta+ person and now we are both happy with who we are.

Dante/ Devil May Cry

I literally buyed the whole tri-pack of the DMC saga back in 2013 when I didn't even had a PS2, just to play it in a console a friend let me borrow. All the bro dudes buying his bad boy persona when he is a fucking depressed man that only knows happiness when he has his brother back, looked for the sexyness and irreverent style, stayed for the tragic sibling drama.

Dream/ The Sandman

The blorbo that pretty much brough me back to Tumblr. Goth, sad, twink, depressed, divorced dad of one poor soul with the most toxic family ever. Neil Gaiman saw that one comic about giving robot feelings and decided to do the same with concepts. No Neil, you didn’t give it feelings, you fucked up a concept.

Loki/ Marvel MCU

Sad wet snake, with queer tendencys ignored by most of marvel who is made justice on fanart/fanfic. My favourite "redemption" trope. Mama's boy. HE USES MAGIC, CAN SHAPESHIFT AND FIGHTS WITH KNIVES. May hate the world but loves his brother, that gets me every time. I just want them to be happy

I tag @umi-umita @agent-bee @seiya-starsniper

[arttrampbelle]

Tfw yuna from the ghost of tsushima games would ha e been better as an antagonist than an ally.

Fr tho she's selfish and unconsciously manipulative. Jins weak spots is he's too trusting. And honestly he would have gone down the route he did without yuna eventually. It was bound to happen. It's obvious.

Yuna hinders everyone and slows everyone down for her own selfish gain.

Yuna becoming an unintentional villain would have more impact. Makes more sense than having ryuzo betray jin. The man who's known him longer,making them rivals and jealous for plot is fucking annoying. Plus having a healthy friendship between men is important. No offense.

Yuna isn't the girlboss people think she is. She's had a hard life. But so did her brother. If not worse.

Her whole story is made about her and less about taka. Taka is just there to be a wimp to save and die. And that pisses me off.

Honestly,masako,yuriko(rip grandma :'( ),hell jins mom is more tragic than yuna ever was.

I can think of several characters better than her. She's such dead weight in the story to me.

Honestly i tried to like her but over time,again and again playing this game i always felt she was boring. Like if she was a man,i guarantee she would have been killed off in the story or die "noble sacrifice" or just treated with depth or got called out more on her shit at least.

But no we just fucking hold her hand and expect to feel "sowee" for her.

Plus they are very inconsistent with her backstory. At first she was a child in yarikawa during the rebellion. Then she grew up in a slaver farm. Then they keep adding these things to add angst. And yes it is an explanation for some thing. But it's used as an excuse than a learning point. What character development does she really have?

Good or bad.

Like she's just there to be "grrrl power im not like other warrior women. Im ninja traumatized bitch that leads the main protag away from his code for selfish reasons but you're supposed to feel bad for me because i lost my brother that could have been prevented by me in the first place if i didn't fucking play savior" yeah. Sure jan.

I don't feel sorry for yuna. I feel sorry for her characters potential.

Every other character. No matter how complex. And the complexities of humanity and the lovely contradictions that happens with the human condition. The ugliness that is war. Every other character has a better narrative and story and development and bittersweet story ending. Than fucking yuna.

Yuna can kick rocks. She's the debbie sue of this game and i will die on that hill.

Tomoe got freedom and honestly she's earned that. Yuna failed like a cringe loser cuz she couldn't let shit go and see the bigger picture. But is never addressed this. Praised for it. And never moves in her character. I don't mind her having struggle,but ffs why does tomoe have a better narrative than her? She's essentially the fucking same character deep down. Not samurai,but still a warrior. Selfish,but also she admits it. She owns up to herself,all the good the bad and the ugly. And to me? That's a fucking girlboss. That's a complex character. She's clearly not a noble character. However she never is claimed to be nor is glorified as one.

Yuna is for some fucking reason. Praised because she does the bare minimum in the story. What does she offer to jin besides make him go angry on the enemies in the game. In fact she makes shit worse for him. Even if it's inevitable that he goes down the route he did. Which he would absolutely have. Yuna didn't need to be there to do that.

Meanwhile the other ladies and gents in the story pick up the slack. And are clearly better written in their vices,shortcomings,and overcoming them. Even if bittersweetly.

Make yuna cringefail. Make yuna actually have something interesting to her.

I hate yuna so damn much. But i hate her loss of potential character development more. Ugh

[stevensaus]

Good Men Don't Stay Silent.

There are two lessons to take from this short reel I ran across on Instagram: View this post on Instagram A post shared by Will Hitchins (@willhitchins) First, there is the obvious lesson -- "traditional" roles are NOT incompatible with feminism. They can co-exist just fine. Simple enough. But there is a second lesson that female-presenting folx already know, and male-presenting folx still need to learn.{1} It is not what women are doing that is good or bad. It is whether or not women have the same ability to choose and choices that are available to everyone else. Not just "are they legally allowed to." That is the argument of either a coward afraid of women, or someone whose privilege has blinded them to reality. The practical ability to choose means that they have the same educational opportunities. Not just "allowed to attend classes", but able to attend classes without fearing constant harassment. Without also having to bear the sole responsibility for figuring out childcare. Without already having a "to-do" list a mile long because their partners can't or won't do their share of maintenance household tasks or use weaponized incompetence. Without having to worry about being assaulted after a night class. Without having to be responsible for meal planning and preparation after a full shift at work. Without being called a "bitch" for the same thing their male counterparts are praised for. Hell, even without the "pink tax" that is regularly applied to female-coded products. The same obstacles -- and more -- can be applied to careers, hobbies, volunteer work, serving in the military. You name it, those obstacles are there for women. You don't need a rule or test to effectively remove a woman's choices when there are so many unneeded obstacles that effectively make it orders of magnitude more difficult than for someone who presents as a man. {2} Yes, the legal and societal "permission" is important. But that "permission" is only the first and smallest obstacle to that real equality. That's the bad news. However, I'm hoping that there are enough men out there who are now repulsed by those actions of other men, wondering if they might be one of the "baddies" themselves, or both. And if that hope is even slightly right, then there is good news. Because a lot of those obstacles that women face are things that you can do something about for the women in your life. Go to the women in your life. Find out -- without arguing -- where they feel you're falling short and passing the burden on to them. Use that list of obstacles above as inspiration. Then stop doing the bad stuff and start using your privilege to remove those obstacles. Where you have direct influence, take direct action (e.g. fixing the ways you're falling short). Wherever you can, make it an unsafe space for bigots and sexists. Need an example? A prior manager of mine {3} once told me that her objection to a plan in a meeting was discounted with the phrase "is it that time of the month for you?" Someone -- anyone -- in that meeting should have simply said, "Can you explain what you mean by that, Bob? Are you saying that a peer's point of view does not count because ... why? Are you keeping tabs on the menstrual cycles of your female peers, Bob? Because I'm pretty sure that violates our policies... and if you're not, then you're being pretty sexist, which also violates our HR policies." Or, preferably, one could just say, "What the fuck is wrong with you, Bob?" Because that is the world we want. Where women don't hear the same sexist things all the time. Where sexism -- and all forms of bigotry -- are met with a reflexive "what the fuck is wrong with you," whether it's at home, at a convention, in the locker room, webcomics, the board room, professional publications, or even the presidential campaign trail.{4} C'mon, men. You can do this. You are not some coward who can't take some critique. You are not some coward staying quiet when injustice is happening around you. That's the irony, really, that the ones screaming about being "alphas" and calling others "betas" are the ones too damn scared to even look at their own behavior, too terrified to be better. You've got to be one of the good guys, because there's too damn many of the bad. {1} From this point onward, I'm using "men" and "women" simply for space reasons; female- and male-presenting are what I mean. This is about gender roles and society, not chromosomes or genitals. {2} Yes, this same situation also applies for race, ethnicity, manner of speech, disability, gender identity, and so on. {3} Yes, that manager. {4} It's so frustrating that one sexual predator got impeached over a blow job, and another who was convicted of sexual assault won the Iowa primary yesterday. Featured Image by 422737 from Pixabay Read the full article

[mikeysbabygirl]

hey ! Can I request please the song blank space for Ran Haitani? Like a player/ fuck girl reader ? Btw, I love dead girls tell no tales sm 😩

SEDUCE AND DESTROY

WARNING: reader is basically a bitch (maybe a little bit psycho ? ), 18+, Minors DNI. Explicit smut, mention of depression, guns, nicknames ( love, pretty ), slight degradation, angst.

SYNOPSIS : what goes around comes around, even when your name is Ran Haitani. You only were supposed to be a new notch on his belt, until you wrapped that one around his neck. He messed with the wrong girl, or precisely, with the wrong girl's sister.

Word count : Idk.

-" Boys only want love if it's torture, don't say I didn't warn you. "

You did.

You warned her, cupping her cheeks and looking into her innocent eyes. But she didn't listened, they never fucking listen.

Although it wasn't your place to advise her. She was the eldest, she should have been the one making you open your eyes. But she always has been such a desperate romantic, and they always said you were the whore.

You noticed she has been losing sleep and weight, colors draining slowly off her face. She tried to save her pride first, indeed she ended up crying on your pillow, staining your silk sheets with her tears and mascara. You patted her head, did your best to comfort, promise you didn't even told her that you warned her about him.

Ran fucking Haitani.

You had known too many men like him to not notice, how he was spoiling her rotten, how she saw everything with rose colored glasses at first, being the mafioso's girlfriend.

God, how to not roll your eyes.

You thought she would cry it out that night, all on your pillow, then take some days and recover. But you missed. You saw your sister turning into a wreck, refusing to eat, to sleep, to even go outside until she lost her job, and you had to be there, to drag her body toward the bathroom everyday, to argue with her until she would eat, you have been the one who diagnosed her as a depressed patient and put her in the best facility of the country, being a psychiatrist but a member of her family, you couldn't be the one to treat her, unfortunately.

She always looked down on you, as well as all of your family. She was the soft caring eldest sister, the one everyone always bet on the success. And you were the spoiled youngest sister, the one that had everything by batting her eyelashes, thanks to her stunning looks.

Being beautiful didn't meant you weren't smart though, you ended up being the successful child, much to everyone's surprise, becoming a great psychiatrist, cut off your family and turned into that bitch. The one who got her own money, her undoubtedly irresistible face, and as many handsome guys as her bed could take.

You never cut ties with your sister, however. You could have, but you decided it wouldn't hurt to have her around sometimes, and that was how you learned about her and Ran Haitani.

She was just once more strike for him, but unfortunately, she was your last remaining family. You loved her, despite the contempt she had for you during your youth. She was your first ever best friend after all, as every big sister should be.

And you always had that strong sense of women's solidarity, it had you boiling with anger, much more than you had ever been with any of your breakups since you were always the one to leave.

So you did something bad. Again.

It felt so good, though. Most fun you've ever had.

Now all he thinks about is you.

The first night, the devil wore Prada.

You didn't even needed more than that Prada dress to get him paying attention to you, you always had what you wanted, he wouldn't be an exception.

He was handsome, you had to admit. And he had that something, that if you didn't paid enough attention would pull you down by the ankle deep in his lures.

But you knew better.

From the very first conversation you had with him, you knew the kind of man he was. A narcissist, you never trusted those, but they loved you, you were like a beautiful prize for them to show off.

-" shit, stop being a tease " he had grunt while you trailed kisses down his chest, reaching his lower part. Your smile grew wider, you looked up at his blindfolded eyes, then at his hands which you tied behind him on the bed. He had agreed much to your surprise to let you take the lead, it probably had something to do with the lap dance you almost made on him first.

-" tell me what you want " you had whispered in his ear, slightly biting this one at the same time, Ran's breath hitched and he buckled his hips against your clothed cunt while you straddled him.

-" be my pretty baby and ride daddy's cock like you mean it ".

You had smiled, and placed a wet hot kiss on his lips, then out of nowhere, you got up and left without another word. You had to be quick, he could undo that tie around his wrists anytime he wanted, and it didn't took him long to understand after hearing the room's door closing behind you.

You made the sprint of your life that night back to your car, you had the fun of your life running away and laughed like a ten years old while driving home, Imagining Ran's anger.

You had it right, he was mad.

You could see it on his face when he spotted you, only somedays after at one of the gala events Bonten threw, by luck.

It wasn't luck, it is Karma, Ran Haitani.

But he seemed to have fallen for the way your eyes widened and your breath got caught in your throat when you saw him there, he believed you were surprised to see him there.

No but seriously, what would a fucking psychiatrist be doing at a Bonten event ? Did no one beside you have more than two braincells?

You had trouble getting an invitation, but you managed to do it thanks to one of your influential patients.

You knew it was him, the minute you felt arms being wrapped around you from behind, hands resting on your lower belly, and a head nuzzling in your neck.

-" The minute I let go, you better run. Unless you want 'em to see how 'm gonna wreck this pretty pussy".

You didn't, and you never regretted it. You had to admit, he was one of the best sex partners you've ever had, you wondered if it was what kept your sister coming back for more when he treated her like shit.

-" I bet that hurt good, didn't it, love ?"

You moaned when he thrusted harder inside you, he literally pounded in you, having you sitting on that bathroom sink.

-" Looks so good with your pussy stretched 'round me like that " his hands squeezed your hips harder and his mouth sucked on your collarbone, you clenched around him tighter and it got him cursing in a strangled moan.

-" Love y'just so good, might have to keep m'baby a little longer".

He did. After cumming for two or three times that night, you gave him your number, and that's when Ran Haitani's downfall started.

Night after night, always in his house, that way you could always leave first in the morning, slipping between his arms tightening around you.

He never sees it coming, what you do next. Going on for weeks not answering the phone, letting him thinking he had enough of you, your body. Only for him to find you on his bed like a late night devil, wrapped in your best lingerie, for him to take. His bedsheets knew your skin better than anyone.

-" Sometimes I don't know if you love me or you want me dead ".

You heard him whispering, one morning, as he brushed some hair out of your pretty " sleeping" face. There must have been something off with him, Ran noticed. It was taking him too long to get bored of you, the other girls didn't felt like you, they didn't kissed like you did, they never left like you did.

-" Stay, please " he begged. You moaned, he was grinding his morning erection against your lower back, leaving wet kisses on the back of your neck. He was ashamed of himself, he never begged for someone, or anything.

But there was just this girl he met at the club, she was so smart, every co-worker of him was telling him she was too good for him, that she would understand it and leave for good, that she was the best thing he would ever have and the worst loss he would ever experience.

You were just a moment.

You lived for leaving him.

Even though you promised you would not, before he closed his eyes at night.

And he would wake up to an empty cold bed, one he would try to fill the night with one or two other woman, they looked good, they felt good, but they didn't left him, they stayed, and it was eating him alive to constantly wonder why you were the only one to always leave.

He started seriously thinking about his co-workers words. Were you too good for him ? Who did you think you were to treat him this way ? His pride took a hard punch and he promised he would have you broken by the end of this.

-" Gotta make you mine " he growled, having you for the first time on your office's couch, the same you treated narcissists like him on. You knew how it would work, and you let him think he owes you.

-" come inside your baby, Ran " you moaned his name in a way that had him rolling his eyes, leaning in your touch with your hand on his cheek, had him spilling thick white ropes inside your while you milked him oh so good, as no other girl knew how to.

-" get outta... My fuckin' head " he surrendered, body falling on yours once he was done, head between your breasts. Your hand flew to his hair, caressing it tenderly. During moments like this, he could swear you were the best thing of his life, so tamed, so gentle, and his. You made it look so easy, smiling at him like no one in his life has never did.

But the worst was yet to come.

Once he claimed you his, once he thought you finally accepted to stay as long as he wanted you to, you made all the tables turn.

It stroke harder because he has thought he would have you crying once he started bringing other women when you weren't in his bed, he knew you were smart enough to notice the slight difference of perfume in the bedsheets.

Sitting on his leather armchair, glass of Cognac in hand and a cigar in mouth to contain his smirk when you gripped his chin, leaning against him with a burning anger in your eyes.

-" you really are fucking the new trendy actress... "

You could see how proud he seemed to be, lazy smile on his so handsome face, hair pulled back and bare tattooed chest that stopped breathing when he heard your next words.

-" and didn't even thought about bringing an autograph to your baby ?"

Okay, it had been hot at first, your carelessness. But now, it really started getting on his nerves and scratching his ego. He was a sadistic man, he liked to inflict pain around him. Ran Haitani's favorite dish was his victims sorrow, yours became his number one priority, cheating as much as he could and trying to hurt your ego, still treating you nice enough to keep you next to him.

But for every lie he told you, you tell him three.

" Famous fashion designer Mitsuya Takashi spotted with new girlfriend in town ".

This title has been in the front page of celebrity magazines for days. Days where he punched harder and harder on his punching ball, killed nearly three of his men out of anger, he couldn't just get that picture out of his head, you kissing Mitsuya fucking Takashi the same way you used to kiss him.

Hitting 150 on the dash, seriously thinking of flipping the car over. He has been drinking while driving down the highway, only thinking about what to do to you.

Kicking against the door in the middle of the night like a cop, and you had the guts to give him those doe-like eyes when you opened it, batting your eyelashes in your heavenly white nightgown.

No need to say one wrong move, and his cock would be splitting you in half.

-" You should've known there's no way out of this, of me, unless I put a fucking bullet on your skull".

He had you in a split second against the wall, stretching you to no end, and though you haven't even been prepared, you welcomed him better than ever, so warm and tight around him, half-lidded eyes and a sly smile curling your pretty lips.

-" Whoring yourself to that dipshit, think he can fuck you like I do ?"

-" Oh god !" You tightened your legs around his waist, eyes rolling at the feeling and he thrusted harder inside of you, almost breaking your back against the wall.

-" Use your fucking words. You're a slut for my cock, love. This needy pussy's mine only, hm ? "

He could feel how his words made you tighten around him, he digged his fingers deeper in your thighs skin, balls heavy and guts boiling inside.

-" I fuck who I want, you should feel lucky t'be one of them " you smiled as he gripped your chin harder than ever, nothing but hatred in his eyes, clenched jaw.

-" Would'ya shut the fuck up or should we put this mouth in better use ? "

Your fucking smirk, he would rip it off.

-" needa fuck you bathed in his own blood f'ya to take it seriously?"

The jealousy, such a foreign feeling for him, one you ignited, and he hated you so much for that. He perfectly knew Mitsuya could be a better boyfriend than him, his friends wouldn't tell him you deserved better, you would never leave him alone in his bed in the morning, you would get upset if he ever cheated on you, and if he had to be honest, he wouldn't even cheat on you.

-" so cute you wanna kill for me already " you grunt and rode his dick when he wasn't moving anymore as a punishment. " Besides, I know he... Beat the shit outta you and your brother years ago, no need to wear these balls now ".

It was the first time you saw a gun in your life.

And had it in your mouth, too.

-" that's how you gonna end. Blood and cum, a bitch's fate. "

Anyone would have been afraid, crying and begging. And you ended up crying, but only because you came undone around him at the same time, throwing your head back, swollen lips around his Glock, creaming white circles on his length.

Insane. A psycho bitch.

He fell in love.

He knew it the day he threw his favorite whore out of the house because she just didn't sounded like you. He tried having her from behind, avoiding looking at her face to forget she was not you, it still wasn't enough for him to come.

Weeks where you avoided him, he didn't knew you were visiting your sister out of town, he was turning crazy. Smelling your scent in his bedsheets until he decided to burn them all, seeing your face in his dreams, he was hooked.

And everyone kept telling him you were bad for him, Rindou absolutely thought about kidnapping you, he had never saw his brother in such a state. Even though Ran played it cool, it was always about one more drink, always about a new violent outburst, Kakucho tried putting him back on his feet too, saying how toxic you were, and that the game wasn't worth the pain.

Ran often played this game, but you played the players.

A witch, his friends called you. But everytime you were around him, they can't look away. Can't have enough.

-" Just how much dirty your game got ?" Rindou had asked him once, as he was drinking at the club, still waiting despite it was late because you said you were coming, deep inside he knew you never would.

Yet he couldn't just leave. Do they think he hadn't even tried ? Do they think the infamous Ran Haitani would let himself turn so pathetic ?

-" Her every fucking lie gives me butterflies".

He had whispered, head almost falling on his brother's shoulder. Rindou sighed, he knew it would be easier to talk to him when he was drunk, since he was always claiming he had everything in control when he was sober.

Months were enough for you to tame him, thanks God you were an expert on human behavior, and knew exactly what strings to pull and when to do it.

You used his pride and ego to get to his heart, and to think everyone thought Ran Haitani's weakness was his dick...

You indeed ended up getting bored. Though he was absolutely gorgeous, and it took you longer than usual to get enough of him, but everything comes to an end with you, unfortunately.

He took it like a big guy when you told him you were done with him, smirked and moved on, got himself another plaything.

Or let everyone think he did, at least.

Because late at night, he wasn't sleeping.

Two in the morning with the rain pouring, there he was, at your front door, soaked from head to toe.

-" You're looking insane. " You remarked, his shirt stuck to his skin, his hair was falling on his amethyst eyes that by the way seemed bloodshot from whatever he took.

Blood on his shirt, rose in his hand.

You were looking at him like you didn't knew who he was.

His chest hurt too much, his heart was bleeding to be close to you, every cell of him screamed your name, dark circles under his eyes were the proof.

You love was consuming every spark of hatred he had for you, the shame of being such a wreck disappeared when your pretty face opened the door, when your sensual lips parted from surprise.

-" don't throw away a good thing ".

It didn't seemed to, but it sounded like a plea coming from him. His face remained stoic, though the rain added a dramatic touch to the scene.

He was there, heart on his hand, rose on the other, surrendering, you beat him at his own game.

Now you had him crawling back to you, almost on his knees. He was ready to give up on his flings, ready to give you the time he refused to give to the other girls, he just needed his heart back in his chest, you ripped it out and threw it at his feet, could you at least take it back ?

Because Ran Haitani had everything for him, and he was used to it. But you were the one thing he just couldn't have, as cliché as it was, preying on you endlessly made you the only thing on his mind twenty four/seven. He was only a human after all, always thinking about someone would make him fall for you inevitably.

-" you spent the change, Ran. " You made few steps toward him on the front porch, starting to get soaked yourself under the rain.

Your hand came resting delicately on his cheek, he leaned the slightest bit against your touch, you smiled sweetly at him, a smile that made his heart sink deeper in his chest.

-" It's over, baby. " You whispered, tiptoeing to reach his lips where you placed a deep, breathtaking kiss, he grunt in your mouth, like a wounded puppy.

His heart missed a beat when you pulled out, he looked at your face and he could have sworn he saw his wife, what you should have been.

Your eyes on his were the only thing that mattered, soaked face and wet eyelashes, glistening lips, not the rain, not the tingling sensation in his chest, not his hurting ego.

-" All I can give you now is a closure, only if you stop begging me to come over. "

-" Think anyone's gonna love you like me ?" A nervous laugh left his mouth, he ran a hand through his dripping hair and kicked angrily at a pebble that was on the ground.

-" hey " you pulled him back to you by his shirt, just as you always pulled his heart back everytime he tried getting away.

Your head nuzzled in his neck, and for a second, he would have liked to pretend everything was okay, that everything was perfectly fine between you two.

-" I'll never forget about you ".

This confession could have made him feel better, yet the way you said it put a knot in his throat, got him clenching his fists.

Every single lie you told him, every single kiss and smile you gave, everything built up to this moment.

When you pulled out.

Made a step back.

Though your clothes were soaked, though he could see your body through it if he wanted to, his eyes refused to leave your face for the last time.

The face that broke, not a man, but a god.

Ran Haitani.

-" For what's it's worth, Ran. " You started holding your door open. " I'll hold what we had forever in my heart".

He snorted, Ran turned his back to you, and let the rain wash away the pain on his face, his throat was so tight that he thought he wouldn't be able to talk.

-" your heart got teeth, baby. You'll chew it up. "

You lowered your head since he couldn't see you, you didn't added anything. It was cheesy, but he was right.

And if things were different...

-" If I really was the god I pretend to be, I'd turn back time and hold you closer Instead of my damn pride ".

Was it really Ran Haitani who was talking ?

Was it really regret and sorrow that you were feeling?

-" I'd treat you like fucking Mitsuya would have. Even better. Give you my fucking word, baby, I'd give my all t'ya ".

Now that was your throat that was tightening, it was too hot, not outside but inside you, and though you were soaked with rain, you never felt dirtier.

You wanted to scream at him to turn, to look at you while he was saying this, you wanted to cry, but you would never.

Never.

Not after what he did to your only family.

-" I know I lost the right to do it. And I know you played me like a damn violon. And it's pathetic but I can't help but still fucking love you with every last part of my heart you crashed. It probably sounds awful, but I'm sorry I never was the shade of him, sorry I've never been enough. "

But it's not him that I-

That is what you would have said, if the world was perfect. Your breath got caught in your throat, just as the words you would never utter.

-" Gave you every freaking part o'me. Yet it never been enough, rotten would never be good enough".

Did he just knew how rotten you yourself were ?

-" All I'm askin' you now. Love, give my damn heart a rest. "

Don't leave.

You really thought you said it, but when you saw him starting to walk away, you understood you were too good at goodbyes.

-" And know that a piece of me will always be with ya. As much as I hate it, and hate you. " A dry laugher escaped Ran's lips. " Bitch, I will never not love you ".

And it was with a pang in your heart, that you closed your front door, resting your back against it.

You figured out, you didn't wanted to hurt him. You regretted it.

You wished you didn't hurt him that much, you wished you stopped when you had enough, when you got your revenger for your sister.

But there are just some lessons we can only learn through failure and pain.

That game was a curse, the rotten one was you.

It wasn't even a game, it was a bomb.

And a bomb always hurts more than just one person, you knew it when you felt warm drops on your cheeks, you knew it when your legs gave up and you slided against the door until you were on the ground.

If things were different...

If the world didn't stained both of you this much...

He was a jerk, but in the end, he tried.

He fed you with love, yet you fed him with words.

The spoiled youngest sister held her knees against her chest and hid her head between them, not a sob would leave her mouth, she promised.

She was supposed to be the whore, whores don't cry.

But if things were different...

No one would ever know.

He would be nothing more than one more name on your hit list.

A blank space.

And you write.

Ran Haitani.

NETWORK : @downtown-roponggi @tokyo-ballroom

Note : idk how this turned out, but I love the song challenges, hope you like it reader !

There were no water mark so please if you know the artist gimme their @ for credit <3

Other requests are soon to come !

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Househusband Bakugo Katsuki Headcanons

♢.pairings: bakugo katsuki x fem!y/n

♢.synopsis: bakugo katsuki, non pro-hero, being bakugo y/n's househusband.

♢.a/n: this is inspired by the anime Gokushufudo. you'll know if you'd read my blog name but let's not waste your time, it's ooc.

Bakugo Katsuki, 24, married

Affiliation: Pro-hero (former), Househusband

After surpassing All Might and achieving his all life dream, he has decided to leave his profession and start a life with the love of his life.

He thought he won't be able to give his wife the full husband package if he continues working as a hero while married to her. Bakugo wanted to give her his full attention.

After quitting hero work, he and his wife moved to the country side. To a Village full of elderly women.

Only Hawks knows about the relationship and the marriage.

Hawks was responsible for your marriage with Katsuki. When you were in your death bed, Hawks got the two of you married.

Really, not even Katsuki's friends knew.

The two of you don't really have something to call each other. It's usually wife and husband, babe, baby, and honey.

Katsuki is not really good in remembering names. In order to remember yours, he always call you by your name.

Katsuki loves waking up early in the morning to do chores. His favorite part is to make his wife's bento lunches.

Katsuki is an Instawife. He constantly posts his bento on his Instagram.

Katsuki has this favorite pink apron that he barely takes off. He wears it all the time and takes it everywhere; outside, supermarket, mall, etc.

Whenever you forget your lunch, Katsuki would personally deliver it to your office with his beloved supermarket bicycle.

He does zumba with the elderly women. He wanted to keep being fit.

Katsuki will never let you in his kitchen, even if he needs your help. However, if you insist, he'd think about it.

Constant and sudden i love you's.

Spa nights once a week where the two of you would bash your own haters, even the president of the hero commission.

Unlike during your relationship, in this marriage, Katsuki has limited himself from yelling.

But he still cusses a lot.

His cusses are never directed to you— no fuck you, no you bitch.

He's a very sweet and loving husband.

Your biggest fan: Since you're a pro-hero, he would always turn the television just to catch you in the news.

The neighbors would always hear him cheering for you in the news while he's cleaning.

The two of you always sleep in your underwear, unless it's winter.

"i'm getting fat—" "WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?!"

Man, you've got yourself your own fashion designer.

This man would always help you in what to wear during outings.

In fact, Katsuki have designed a few dresses and gowns for you and had them tailored.

Katsuki acknowledges your strength more than his. He believes that due to staying at home for years, he has lost his prowess.

and It has been proven. Katsuki has never won a battle of 1v1 with you. Was he letting you win? Maybe.

But what's important is that he immediately points out your weaknesses and hones it to be one of your greatest strengths.

Both of you have collections of each other's hero merchandise. But his collection of yours is more complete.

"This is my ex-girlfrien—" "I'm his wife. FOR GOD'S SAKE KATSU-DON STOP INTRODUCING ME LIKE THAT!"

His gallery is full of pictures. It's either pictures of you and your face, some cat pictures you've saved, and some bento ideas.

You're a very spoiled wife.

"NO YOU CAN'T HAVE COKE!!" "pretty please?" "...okay, but don't drink too much, got that?"

Katsuki is a very under-standing husband.

He still has a crush on you.

Katsuki may seem like a perfect husband, but he really isn't. It's just the two of you being open-minded and understanding each other to the fullest.

You were never jealous during your relationship and marriage with him.

You know and you're well aware that he's head over heels for you. YOU KNOW. AND YOU'RE PROUD. AND SMUG.

"I wanted to love you so bad and deep until you're confident enough to think that I will never replace you with someone else."

Katsuki has been successful in loving you and changing your negative mindset. He made you feel that he's coming back to you every time, which is very healthy of him.

Katsuki loves every part of you, but he loves your stomach and feet the most. He would kiss it whenever he's got chances.

He loves lying on you.

Seeing your face after tasting what he cooked has never been tiring.

"I know I'm being silly but—" "I'm used to you being silly."

His friends weren't aware of where he went after he resigned.

"I didn't cut off ties, I just moved to where you guys won't disturb me." - Katsuki to his friends after they found him in a Bargain store in his pink apron.

"It's not like I stopped talking to you because I never did talk to any of you in the first place."

"You asked why I retired? To be a full time househusband."

When Katsuki saw pages in Midoriya's notebook, only dedicated for his wife (strength, weaknesses, costume design, secret and final moves, etc.) he ripped the pages off and burnt it.

He's not being possessive. He just found Midoriya being a creep and he didn't like it.

If you think Katsuki would propose in avery fashionable, elegant way, you're wrong.

Katsuki proposed in his apartment.

in his boxers.

"To be your husband was all I ever wanted. To be yours forever was all I ever dreamt."

"I love you, 'till the scientists find how far the stars are."

[nikethestatue]

Hey! I love your account 💖

What's your opinion about misogyny and Elain?

Like people just hate her because she's quiet and loves gardening/baking and say she's weak just because of her hobbies. She's labeled as "boring", Azriel is quiet too but because he's a man that makes him mysterious and hot.

And I hate how people ship Gywn with Azriel, like just because he's a decent being he should be his mate. He helping to kill the abusers doesn't make him a hero, he was decent, stop turning something so serious into a romance plot. A rap*survivor doesn't need a man to have a happy ending, she can be happy without a male.

Anyway, back to Elain, there's this stereotype in fantasy books where the girl has to be bold and wear weapons to be considered strong. And a lot of people say, "Oh it's just a book" but their opinion show mysoginy. I just hope Sarah doesn't change Elain personality on the next book, she can be strong without fit into a stereotype.

Hi!

thank you.

I think that the thing with Elain is that for whatever reason, people need to justify not liking her, and then very quickly slide into these extremely problematic stances regarding her femininity and what expectations are laid at her feet as a female.

I think it's perfectly fine not to like a character. Any character. Because you simply don't like them--dont like their actions, how they are written, how they think, etc. However, when you start saying that a female character cannot have children and therefore doesn't deserve a happy ending with a man she likes, or that she is obligated to do something with Lucien, or that she is not worth saving or doesn't deserve love because she is not trained to kill? That's crazy behavior. Sorry. It just is.

99% of us, you know, the females of the world, don't know how to handle a dagger and haven't killed anyone on a battlefield or protecting the innocent. Do we all deserve to die? Or don't deserve love?

While I understand that this is a fantasy series and you want to escape with these characters, I also think that this rabid hate for her is based on one thing and one thing only--Azriel. Azriel, as a man, is obviously allowed to be quiet, non-communicative, brooding, etc. and that' 'sexy'. If Elain doesn't want to talk, discuss o confess something, then she is either dumb or standoffish. At the same time, Azriel likes Elain. Elain likes Azriel. And the 'sexy' guy of the series better not end up with the 'boring' chick--even if they are basically extremely similar in temperament. He DESERVES someone better. She deserved to shut up and bind herself to a person she doesn't like for eternity.

But this fandom, in general, is way, way too eager and quick to forgive any man for any indiscretion, any terrible deed, and yet punishes women forever for one wrong move, one bad word.

Look at Eris. Sorry, but Eris a complete douchebag. I dont personally care how people feel about Eris, but he is a dick and yet everyone is just so eager to give him a pass.

Tamlin, an abusive douchebag. Yes, he DESERVES a redemption arc.

Lucien, a man of MANY faults, yet he is a fiery sunshine boy who only DESERVES the world.

Azriel, perfect pretty broody torturer, who DESERVES the best girl (whoever she is)...

Cassian, DESERVES...

On and on and on. They ALL deserve the best.

Nesta--she doesn't deserve Cassian. She is a bitch. She is rude and nasty. (Just a reminder--Eris uses EXACTLY the same verbiage as Nesta does, when he insults. Calling Cassian a brute and a bastard. Yet it's totally fine when Eris does it.)

Elain--doesn't deserve Azriel. WHY? What has she ever done to not deserve happiness? She didn't grow vegetables 5 years ago???? That's her massive sin?

I mean, I can go on and on. But female-based misogyny is alive and well in this fandom.

As for SJM changing Elain to fit the warrior type character--I don't think she will. Elain is firmly in the Elide/Yrene camp of characters, and I think SJM enjoys showing how strong one could be without a sword, or without military training. That when push comes to shove, non-warrior women are just as strong and powerful as warrior women. She gave Elain the honor of killing Hybern--little quiet Elain. So imagine what else she could do down the road.

[thetaoofbetty]

i'm busy but i'm gonna throw these anons under the cut so their voices get heard even if i really don't think the voicemail is/going to be a big deal in the end. i do, however, think the fandom reaction makes me think less of all these teenagers (and some adults) on twitter tho.

people making jughead making a mistake into it still being totally about betty's mistakes is very telling and loud. people want fully fleshed out and complicated characters until they get them. people make mistakes. that's part of being human. forgiveness, even if it's only us forgiving ourselves, is how we grow.

see you on the other side.💜

"yes she deserves it"

literally gonna need some people to realize that losing her relationship and her best friend was the consequence for her actions, people thinking she needs further punishment and hoping jughead calls betty a cunt by the same stan twitter teens who will scream about giving their fave males second chances and "he learned his lessons, he apologized!" pretty much tells you everything you need to know about how women treat women.

Anonymous asked:

veronica forgave archie, jughead still talks to archie, archie hasn't suffered any fucking consequences of his actions. but betty? betty is constantly hated by the fandom, jughead stans have already started saying that she deserves it, making misogynists comments when, dare i remind them, she stopped that shit. yes maybe for what she did she deserves it but archie is everyone's golden boy, no one said anything about him, because being archie is “something he would do”. bullshit !! if the roles were reversed people would say she's a whore and jughead doesn't deserve all those words because it was just a kiss from a traumatized kid. and I'm not even angry with jug because i love him too. i just hate this show and misogenic fandom. betty always has the consequences, archie doesn't because he's archie. this fandom is still mad at ONLY betty for the kiss !! because she hurt their favorite male character. why everyone including VERONICA AND JUGHEAD moved on but not them???? and why archie is gonna get his girl so easily and betty needs to suffer??? i don’t get it. maybe i’m too young, maybe you know more about fandoms than i do but i will never understand why betty is the only character that has to face consequences. i hope with ur takes this voicemail thing will be more easy to face with all this betty hate out there…people really like to make you feel bad by liking a flawed female fictional character.

i've been labeled a betty worshipper, ha. i love betty and jughead. i think they're both imperfect people who are perfect for each other.

i'm okay with them both making mistakes and getting past them.

i also think archie is rarely held nearly as accountable and men, in general, are given leeway that women (fake, real, and everything in between) are never given. so it irks me, yes.

and yes, there's a shit ton of horrifying amounts of sexism in all fandom spaces i've discovered. ask me about my time in the star wars trenches one day, haha.

Anonymous asked:

wow ginger judas really got away from everything. vas saying that no one deserves to be cheated on, yet they're so in hype for their epic reunion. jug stans can't stand the fact that they're making him make a mistake when the writers made betty the villain all this time, red-headed boy instead was vibing with his so-called bestie whose kissed his gf and didn't even stopped ! it's just angst, they're making bh hurt each other for plot. if y'all so scared your man is gonna be the "bad guy" why betty, a woman, has to be called bitch all this time. i'm gonna defend both jughead and betty always but i can't stand the fact that a woman is treated like this in the fandom. i mean NO ONE GAVE A FUCK ABOUT ARCHIE CHEATING. but betty? betty is a slut ! betty deserves it ! betty is the only one who as to suffer ! really fuck all of this.

genuinely sort of amazed how some of that fandom really turned it around to make archie some sort of martyr like he wasn't part of the equation.

and you're right, archie got handed excuses by people who don't even like him and betty got called a whore. can't imagine why...🤔

[acklesterritory]

That Kind of Love Never Dies_Chapter 1

Hey guys, Now that more voted to split my fictions in 2 parts, I'm back with the first part. I hope you like it. Don't forget to leave me feedbacks. I'll always appreciate them. Love you all.

This is for writing event @tvdspngirl314

My quote is "That kind of love never dies"

Dean x Reader series (just 2 parts)

This chapter words: ~5k

Series warning:

Angst, fluf, smut, angry Dean, hurt Reader, hurt Dean, there's some more but I hate spoilers so I insist on "Angst & Hurt"

It all started with a stupid argument at home. What was it? Three months ago? Sam couldn't remember the exact date but after years, it was the first time this awkward coldness between Dean and Y/n had started to build. He could remember the first time he and his brother came across Y/n like it was yesterday, they were hunting a very nasty creature who used to kidnap young and lonely women at night, then got them wrapped in ropes and ties on a bed in a warehouse to rape, torture and feed on their blood until the victim either died or accepted to turn into one of his kind.

Sam could remember the helplessness in people's eyes too. The pain of the victims' families, the frustration and anger on cops' faces when no one could find the criminal yet, even after the sixth missing girl.

"Sammy, he just kidnapped another girl. And I think I know where he's gonna take her. Let's hunt this son of a bitch."

When Dean was saying that, Sam never expected him to fall in love with the woman they would save that night. Well, unfortunately they weren't fast enough to prevent any harm to the girl. When they arrived and Dean killed the nasty creature, Y/n was almost dead. The monster had already raped her, tortured her … and when he felt the hunters enter the place, he drank almost all of her blood, to gain more energy to fight. So as always, Dean was up to blaming himself. Of course only in his own eyes, not anyone else's.

"Call Cas to come home. Tell him it's an emergency."

Dean told his brother when he finally could get Y/n out of those ropes. And Sam knew he was right. At that point, no one could save Y/n unless God or his angels. Maybe she was not so lucky coming across a nasty supernatural creature like that but she was lucky enough that Cas arrived just on time and healed her. However, angels can only heal physical wounds. But Y/n was hurt much more than that. She couldn't just move on from the things that the bastard had put her through. Even after Cas tricked her brain to forget some certain things, she still had bad nightmares and had this dark shade of hopelessness in her eyes. Soon, she started to eat and talk less and less. And Dean just couldn't let her go. He really wanted to fix all of that for her but she kept shutting him out… until the depression hit her. It was so bad that Cas felt the need to tell them to prepare themselves for her death. Because after all those days and unlike everything else in their lives, The Winchesters were already used to her presence around them; like the way a lonely person can get used to a wounded cat more and faster than anyone else.

"I'm not gonna hunt until I'm sure she can live her normal life." When Dean stated that, Sam really thought he was joking. But after a few days he started to believe it. Dean truly would do anything to keep her alive. From cooking vegetables to laughing at his own dad jokes in front of Y/n to make her smile. That was when Sam started to feel that they can be more than a random hunter/rescued victim relationship! It felt like his brother had finally found his motivation in life: "Saving Y/n."

Gradually Y/n started to respond to this special attention from Dean with trust and smiles. Soon they became a power couple that could motivate each other so easily that sometimes Charlie would call them out. And honestly Sam had no problem with it. In fact Y/n had become his other sister.

"My God, Dean! You're burning up!" It was two day after a werewolf hunt in which Dean had got hurt. At first it was just some scratches on his arms and chest. Yet as the time passed, more symptoms started to appear: headache, pain, fever, cold sweat, even nose bleeding and before they could figure it out, Dean fell unconscious. Apparently the claws of the werewolf were poisonous. However Sam wasn't sure. The only thing he got no doubts about was the fact that it was already too late. Dean couldn't make it to the hospital. So either Sam had to do anything possible to save him or Cas should've picked up his God damn phone.

"No. no, no, no, no. Dean … Dean!!!"

That was when Sam got to hear Y/n's helpless cry and see her true feelings. She was already in love with his brother.

Luckily, unlike typical love stories; no one died that night. Sam's antidote worked. And Dean opened his eyes an hour later.

"Sammy … Y/n?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Y/n grabbed his face and put her thirsty lips on her beloved hunter's, letting the tears stream down on her face… and then his.

"Never do that again." She begged, breaking the kiss, her trembling hands holding Dean's face so she could look into his eyes.

Sam couldn't stop his smile remembering how cute they were. Y/n literally had Dean wrapped around her little finger, to the point he accepted to teach her how to hunt and soon she was part of their team too. Until … a few months ago. After two years of them being constantly close to each other, Sam could tell something was off when Dean started to go out without eating breakfast with Y/n. Of course she got suspicious after the third time and that was when their endless arguments started.

"Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"

"Because nothing is wrong, Y/n."

Actually there was. Something was VERY wrong. Anyone could tell that just by the change in Dean's eyes whenever he wanted to look at Y/n. Day by day he was getting more quiet and cold. Now they didn't even eat pie together or watch movies late at night. And Sam couldn't ignore his brother being grumpy or drunk on hunts, not anymore.

"Ok man, I've had enough. You either tell me what's wrong with you or next time I won't make any excuses so you can leave Y/n out of our hunt plans. I'm serious, Dean, I'll tell her the truth." He finally said, when they were alone in the impala, on their way to do their next hunt.

"She wants more."

"More?"

"Yeah. Sometimes it's like she sees more in me. She thinks we can have a different life. There's no need for any saying, I can see it in her eyes whenever we accidentally come across some family at a diner that try to feed their kids or people's wedding photos whenever we go to talk with some witnesses or whoever during the research! Sometimes she even looks up wedding dresses or kid stuff on the net!" Dean blew his anger out of his nostrils and sighed, shaking his head.

"Wow." Sam couldn't find the proper word to say but he couldn't hide his surprised face either.

"What?" Dean gave him an annoyed look.

"I mean …" Sam chuckled. "… are you telling me you're actually angry with her for imagining the things you always dream about?!"

"Sam …"

"No, really. I'm just curious. What's wrong with you, man?" Sam asked genuinely, waiting for an answer.

"What's wrong with me?! You think something is wrong with me just because I'm the rational one in this relationship; who's actually able to see the difference between a dream and the reality?"

Yeah, anyone could take that earnest speech, but not Sam. He'd seen and knew enough about his brother.

"What's the reality? Aren't you and Y/N living that dream life already?"

"What?! No. No … that's not the same." Dean shook his head.

"Really? How is it not? It's been two years, Dean. You two are constantly with and/or around each other. Always worried when the other one is in trouble and still looking at one another like there is nothing in the world that can make you happy as much as this relationship. So … excuse me if I won't buy your pretty speech; man ." Sam said, Rolling his eyes.

"Ok, let's say you're right but ... is it gonna be like that forever? With all the supernatural crap that we have to take care of … and the constant danger and chaos in this hunter life we have… I …"

"You what?" Sam asked when Dean didn't finish his sentence. He was lost in his thoughts, staring at this unknown point in the depth of the road. Finally he blew out his despair.

"I just can't let her fall for the things I know I can't provide for her. It's not fair, Sammy. It's not fair to lock her up in this dark life with me just because she loves me … especially while I know there is a whole bright future out there waiting for her."

"Here we go, the old Dean's self-doubt" Sam thought to himself as he took a deep breath before finding the best words to wake his brother up from this nightmare

"Yeah, I know but I don't think it's your call. If Y/n wants to go to hell with you instead of living in heaven with someone else, it's her choice. Not your responsibility. Right?"

Dean shook his head while his lips curved up a little to fake a smile but he never answered or said anything about that conversation ever again. He kept his silence for like three weeks … until someone new showed up: "Gary Smith". A tall man with the most stylish haircut and the most perfect teeth and smile.

They saw him for the first time at their hangout bar, as the new bartender who almost jumped in Y/n's way as soon as they entered the bar.

"Oh my God, bunny! Is this really you?" He said, pulling her in his embrace. Like she was the long time missing piece of his beloved puzzle!

"Bonny? You're wrong. Her name is Y/n." Dean said, pretty annoyed by the way Gary tightened his arms around Y/n's little shoulders, making him chuckle.

"No, uh … it's just a nickname." Y/n said as soon as the guy let her go.

"Yeah, actually the most fitting nickname that I could think of. I mean … you have to agree. She got the most cute little ears in the world." The guy explained, chuckling and pulling on her little star earring. Well, if Sam wanted to be honest, he had to agree with him. He never paid any attention to it before but now that Gary mentioned it, he could tell Y/n's ears were truly small.

"I see … So … I guess this means you were close friends?" Dean said, already hating the way Y/n e's blushed with hearing her old nickname.

"Uh … well, no. Actually more than that." The guy grinned, ruffling his own hair while he was awkwardly laughing and looking at Y/n. Just like a proud embarrassed teen!

"We used to date." Y/n said.

*oh* Sam tried his best not to let that stupid grin sit on his lips but Dean's frown and his sudden heavy silence didn't let him do so.

"Yeah. We are kinda each other's first. Like … you know? prom date." The man added, giving Y/n a wink while Dean's gaze was still locked on his large arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah. It's been years, Gary."

"I know. But believe me, bunny. you still look the same." He said, bending to put a kiss on her right cheek.

Dean would kill him. Sam just knew that. Because his brother's eyes were already burning with jealousy.

"By the way, don't you wanna tell me who these gentlemen are ?" The guy asked Y/n, giving her his softest smile.

"Of course. This is Sam and this is Dean. My colleagues who are my friends now. I live in their place."

After they met, everything got even more complicated. Y/n, the girl who was still trying to get old-happy-days Dean back suddenly stopped whatever she used to do. No more complains, no waiting at nights to see Dean before going to bed, no more effort to get involved in hunts, no nothing. And despite what Dean had claimed before, it was making Dean even more frustrated. Day to day he and Y/n were getting colder towards each other and there was nothing he could do to fix it. That was what made him even more furious. Sam already knew all of that and he still had to live with both of those grumpy faces. So last night when they began to fight, he could see this was coming: Y/n left the bunker after Dean let some hurtful things out of his mouth, just because he didn't know how to deal with all the heartache anymore. He now was convinced that Y/n didn't love him anymore. Yet the next day after drinking whatever strong drink they had, he begged Sam to come with him. Apparently Jodie texted Dean about Y/n being in her place for that night. Just to make sure that her crazy step son won't sell his soul over a tracking spell! So Dean almost begged his brother to be there with him, cause Dean believed that as much as Y/n didn't care about him, she still respected Sam and cared about him. Like a little sister and her elder brother.

So here they were, In Jodie's living room, in front of her and Y/n.

"Considering your sleepy eyes, I think we caught you at bed time, huh?" Sam asked, checking Y/n's obvious eye bags.

"Who says that? I'm totally good, Sam."

She said with a small smile, looking much more in control and stronger than before. So Sam knew it was a lie. Y/n Just had made her peace with what had happened last night. The realization۹ kicked Dean in the gut. Y/n always used to be stronger and bolder when she got hurt.

"I'm gonna make some coffee for us. Why don't you guys take a seat till I come back?"

Jodie interrupted, to ease the heavy and sharp silence that suddenly had fallen over all of them.

Y/n gave her a smile.

"Of course."

It was so fake. Her smile didn't even curl her lips completely. She was still badly hurting.

Sam swore in his head when he looked over his brother who sank silently into the nearest seat at the end of the table like a broken shell that he was too . One of Dean's hands was in the pocket of his jacket, the other formed a fist on the table. Sam was sure Dean knew it too. He knew everything was almost past saving. "Almost". Sam tried to stick to their small chance.

"So …" He cleared his voice before he put some (semi fake) hope into his words."You're … you're gonna come back home today or did Alex and Claire made you promise them otherwise?" He laughed and tried to make it funny but the truth was he asked this for Dean's sake, knowing he already was struggling to find the words … to let Y/n know how much he wanted her back … to ask her to come back.

"To be honest … I don't think I can live in the bunker anymore." Y/n said and as Dean's head snapped up to look at her in horror, she raised her hand to stop his (likely) protests.

"I applied for a job 3 weeks ago and to my surprise they called me this morning to tell me I'd actually got it."

*What?*

No one had to ask it. The question was already hung in the air. She snored mockingly in her nose. "Perfect timing, right?"

She moved her gaze from her interlocked fingers on the table to Dean's eyes.

He didn't answer, he didn't move but he got tense. Still staring back at Y/n.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked, once again saving Dean from asking the question he was itching to ask with some other words that for sure couldn't be nice.

"I wanted to but I didn't think I could actually get it and even if I did, I never figured out how to tell you. Besides, I never considered the "move out" option before..." She looked at Sam for a second before she turned her gaze on Dean. "... But I actually appreciate that you bring it up. I think now I can take the advice. I'm gonna move on."

Sam's heart dropped in his stomach when he heard those words. Because he knew what this meant. It felt something like having to watch Dean get stabbed in the heart.

"Is this … because of that Bartender?" Dean asked, staring deadly at Y/n with his bloodshot eyes. He was already chewing on his bottom lip. And Sam knew a heavy storm was on its way to hit them.

"I don't want to answer that question."

*shit*

"Why? Because you can't just simply say no?" Dean scolded and Sam could see how it pushed on Y/n boundaries.

"No. Because it's not your fucking business and it's not Gary's business either. But at least he knows his limits."

*well, fuck*

"By "limits" you mean when he drools on you just because for God knows whatever the reason, you started to wear leather jackets when we go there?"

"WHAT?!"

*Oh, fuck* Sam thought to himself, watching Y/n rise from her seat.

"You think … you really think that I …" she laughed nervously and Sam could tell she would punch Dean in the face if she wasn't a sweet, super nice person.

"How you can even …"

"I can even what, Y/n? Are we now going to pretend like I'm a blind man who can't see how you got attracted to your ex again? Did you really think I couldn't see how your hands were shaking when his filthy face lighted up by seeing you for the first time after all these years?"

Sam wanted to interrupt him or at least leave the room but everything was happening so fast.

"So what? Why and since when you care about my private life?"

"Since you stopped drinking bunker's beers just because you rather drink those crappy poisonous cocktails he makes at the bar!"

Dean was on his feet now as well. And despite his will, Sam couldn't stop his smile. He never saw his brother this jealous before. It was fun.

"Poisonous? … You … of all people, you are the one who says this? cause as much as I know, you're the one who puts dormitives in my guest's food so the poor guy gets tired and can't spend his time with me!"

"Yeah, because your poor guy is not welcomed in MY PLACE!" Dean yelled, punching the table with so much power that made everyone almost jump out of their skins.

"Dean!" Finally Sam interrupted but as soon as he stood up, someone rang the doorbell and Sam could hear Jodie welcoming someone inside.

"Guys … I know it's not my place to interfere but you two really need to sort things out somewhere private … of course that's when both of you can be much calmer than this."

"No, we have nothing to say or to talk about, anymore. Your brother was clear enough when he said he wants me to move out, so I'll move out. And that's it."

Y/n declared, looking at Sam to resist any eye contact with Dean, probably to make him even more crazy.

"And that's it? You wanna ignore that part where you were too eager and ready to accept that suggestion and leave the bunker instantly like your pants were on fire?!"

Dean retorted while Y/n was shaking her head like she couldn't believe him.

"Whose pants are on fire?" Jodie interrupted as soon as she re-entered the room with the coffees she'd made, this time a man was with her. Y/n's guy. The famous bartender.

*Oh, No!*

Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a second so the guy couldn't read his face.

"Obviously not mine." Dean hissed through his teeth, looking first at the guy and then at Y/n with such a disappointment and rage that no one could ignore.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The guy asked, choosing the worst spot to stand on: right next to Y/n.

"My typical life I guess. Nothing's new." She mumbled in reply to him but her eyes were still on Dean.

"No, nothing is wrong with your life, Y/n. It's about your choices. That's what's wrong with you. As always." Dean said bitterly. As sharp as a knife, as cold as ice. Sam could see how it drained color from Y/n's face.

"You better watch your mouth, buddy." The Gary guy warned Dean and Sam could tell that if it wasn't for the sudden thud sound that stole everyone's attention, Dean would throw a fight right there. But …

"Y/n!" Jodie almost screamed. Y/n was laying on the floor, seemingly unconscious.

"Oh, God." Sam said as Jodie rushed to her.

"Y/n? … Y/n can you hear me?"

As she sat next to her, Gary's fingers already were on Y/n's carotid pulse point. So Sam couldn't stop himself from looking up at his brother, who was still standing where he was. In shock.

"Oh, shit!" Gary's worried voice made Sam check Y/n's pale face again but Jodie was the one to dare ask the question which was on everyone's minds.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Her pulse ... too faint." He said before turning to Dean: "Is she bleeding?"

"Bleeding?" Dean blinked and mumbled in confusion.

If it was up to Sam, he'd ask *What bleeding?* & *Why are you asking this from my brother?*

"Oh my. You still don't know. Do you?" Gary sneered.

"Know what? What's happening?" Jodie was freaking out now and Sam actually felt the same. He didn't like the way this stranger pretended like he knew her better than them. However what happened next was much more unexpected. And … rude!

To everyone's surprise, the guy reached out to Y/n's jeans and drew his hand between her legs but before anyone could react, he spread her legs open so it could be possible for everyone to see that big red stain there. Then he raised his hand. It was all wet and red in blood!

"She's having a miscarriage." He revealed.

Sam's gaze instantly caught Dean's ... Burning. Dean was burning inside with his heavy silence.

"Don't you worry. It's not mine." Gary added more fuel to that hell with such a mocking tone, staring right back at Dean's eyes.

Now Sam could feel it. The storm was there: rising in his brother's roar!

Before Sam could've moved any muscles, Gary was already pinned to the wall, Dean's hands on his now-ripped-out collar.

"Dean, no!" Sam jumped in, trying to catch his brother's arm before his fist make any contact with the guy's nose but all he could do was changing the direction of the punch which landed on Gary's shoulder, making a painful cracking sound.

"I said no … Dean, stop it." Sam had to literally cage Dean in his arms so the furious man couldn't tear Gary apart.

"Get off me, Sam. This son of a bitch has to learn his place."

"Enough!" As Dean just broke himself free, Jodie's scream stopped everyone in their tracks.

"It's enough!" Jodie warned all three men, pointing at them one by one.

"You want to fight? Not here. Not in my house!"

"But ..."

As soon as Dean opened his mouth to protest, Jodie cut him:

"And you … you should know Y/n is pregnant with your twins. So … you'll be a responsible man who will try his best to save them or you can get the hell out of here and never come back!"

"What?" Sam was too shocked to suppress his reaction while Dean couldn't even find any words to say. His confused look darted between Jodie's face and Y/n's figure while his parted lips kept moving without making any noise, just like a dying fish on the shore!

"I promised her not to tell anyone but it was a promise under normal conditions, not this." Jodie sighed, struggling to keep her emotions under control. Sam saw the worry in her frown. Like a real mother, worried for her children. However it was nothing in comparison to his brother's blank eyes and pale face.

"Dean, It's ok. We just need to take her to hospital. … it's ok, man. I promise."

He had to grab Dean by his jacket, as his brother was struggling to process all of these in his head.

"Come on, man. We got no time. Do I need to do this alone or you'll …"

"Get the car, Sammy."

It was just a simple sentence. Yet it had enough power to make Sam's heart sank. Since Dean had put the car keys in his hand saying that, Sam couldn't stop thinking about that tone. Dean never had called Baby a "car" In years. And Sam had never heard that crack in his voice since their Dad's death.

"You ok?" He finally let himself ask, two hours after they arrived at the hospital.

"I want to be." Dean closed his eyes and put his head against the cold wall, letting the dim light to darken the shadows under his eyes.

"I'm sure she'll be good. She's strong, Dean. You know that."

He smiled and Sam looked away not to watch him. He knew that smile. Dean used to give him that, whenever everything was gone so wrong that Dean couldn't promise him anything good. Like when both of them were still kids. Hungry, cold and all alone in a rusty motel room where John had left them on their own for a one day long hunt but then a heavy snow had crashed the roads and kept them apart for half a week. So Dean had to wash the dishes and do the laundry in the motel to rent the room for another day and provide some snacks so they wouldn't starve to death. But after three days, the hotel managers didn't want them to be around. And Sam could vividly remember that smile on his brother's face when he asked: *Where should we go then?*

"You were always such a father material. You know?"

Sam admitted with a broken smile on his face.

"You were always responsible, kind and caring with me as a kid. And I can't imagine anyone who deserves to be a father more than you."

Dean took a deep breath and opened his eyes without looking at him: "But I don't want ... I really can't, Sammy."

All, it certainly wasn't the response Sam had expected. He used to believe that Dean would never turn down any chance to start a family with Y/n. Especially after everything in the world was back to normal.

"Are you kidding me? You always wanted this."

"No …" Dean finally turned his gaze to meet his brother's confused eyes. "No, Sammy. Not like this. I don't want to raise another kid without his mom. I'm not that strong anymore."

Dang. Once again Sam's heart dropped in his stomach. Dean was really helpless.

"Mr. Winchester?"

Dean was on his feet as Sam just realized the doctor's presence.

"It's me."

Sam prayed for any good news as doctor took a glance of Dean and fixed his glasses on his face …

"To be continued …"

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Hi! You often give alot of insight into anons like this and your my fave CM blog so that's why I'm here! So I'm finishing up the last seasons (and lord it is hard to get through) and they just introduced Max and I cannot stand her. She was just so rude and it felt like she had 2 different personalities the entire time she was on screen. And I worried that this meant I was like hating women because I don't like other female characters like Maeve, JJ, Hailey, and Seaver. But then I started thinking and I honestly think it's cause these Characters are women poorly written by men. But then I wondered how they created likeable Characters like Emily, Kristy, Blake, Tara, and Penelope (leaving out others like Savannah because they're under developed in my opinion) I don't know what's the difference in the writing for these Characters or of there isn't any at all and I'm just being hateful in a way. What are your thoughts?

Ah, I think about this a lot. Thank you for thinking I’m interesting enough to answer this, also!

I think you’ve really hit the nail on the head with the writers doing a poor job at most of their female characters. However, I think it’s possible (and very common in this fandom) for people to dislike any character Spencer showed an interest in, which is also problematic and rooted in internalized misogyny. To me, it all comes down to why you dislike the characters.

(A LOT More Below - Bit of a Rant)

The first step I took when reflecting to see if this was my problem was rewatching and seeing which female characters I loved. Along with the ones you listed, I also found a number of side characters I greatly enjoyed, including Lila, Austin, Dr. Linda Kamura (from Amplification, the anthrax episode), Einstein, Megan Kane, and a few other random case characters. So, right off the bat I found multiple characters who Spencer showed an affinity for. I also greatly enjoyed Cat’s character, although I found her to be underdeveloped in canon (Fanon has done a good job, IMO) and often contradictory in her character design.

If you didn’t like any of these women, and your reason is related purely to Spencer’s reactions to them, chances are you might be suffering from a bit of jealousy rather than improper character design - not that you need to like them all (or the ones that I like), but because they are all very different. You should, theoretically, find something to enjoy about at least one of them.

But the CM Writers have a TERRIBLE habit of writing women that are easy to hate.

There’s a bunch of controversy I see over Haley Hotchner, but the truth is that they wrote her to be hated. That was her sole purpose. Her character’s decisions were poorly thought out and she was shown to be malicious 80% of the time. This was intentional. She was written to personify the trope of the nagging housewife. If you dislike her, you have done nothing but follow the narrative.

That being said, you should also criticize why they wrote her this way. Because it didn’t make any sense. She married a prosecutor - a dangerous, time consuming job. She had Jack when she knew he was with the BAU. Why did she randomly change her tune? Why did she suddenly demand he gives up on his dreams that she was fully aware of for years? I’d argue they wrote it like this to further the narrative of “the wife who traps you with a child to force you to do what she wants” which is garbage writing. I wish people could look at the potential she had if they hadn’t written her like... that.

Maeve, I find, is problematic on multiple aspects and I’ve talked about it before. Her narrative was poorly thought out because as soon as they pitched the idea of a long-term love interest for Spencer, everyone (most notably Gubler) rejected it. They didn’t think it was necessary for his character, who already had a lot going on with the ignored plot lines of his drug addiction and mother.

There were multiple problems associated with her character that were never addressed. The fact she essentially just took advantage of a patient because she was bored, she seemed to “correct” his interests and show annoyance when he disagreed with her, she lied about having a fiance, she was shown to be considering breaking up with him... there’s a lot.

Her character is poorly written. It had a lot of potential, but they just kind of stopped caring once they decided to kill her off. She had more faults shown on screen than redeeming qualities. For many, they liked her because they see there was a potential that we’ll never see (fair). But for people like me, we interpret it as a idealized fantasy of what could have (but probably wouldn’t have) been, which is not healthy for Spencer.

JJ is an interesting character because you can feel the constant struggle between AJ Cook and the writers. They really sabotaged JJ at every step of the way. I’ll be honest and say that I think there are some reasons to hate JJ, but they aren’t the reasons I see most often. Almost all of the JJ hate I see is surrounding the idea that JJ is an evil, manipulative, jealous bitch. But.. she’s not. Even in Truth or Dare, when she pulls that asshole move that was wildly OOC for JJ (in my opinion), she isn’t shown to be jealous or cruel about it.

I think she’s the most likely target for people who’s hatred is driven from jealousy or disliking conventionally attractive women and assuming them to be bitchy by nature of looking “beautiful.” I think Lila Archer* also falls into this category.

But as I said, JJ was also written with a lot of flaws. I think it’s fair if you don’t like her character or the way she treats Spencer, but I also hope that you similarly criticize the whole team in the same way, and don’t just pity Spencer because he is smol uwu babie who needs protection.

(* Yet another reminder that I ask everyone to not message me about J Depp or Amber Heard. Reactive Abuse is an extreme trigger for me and I will block you if you try to get me to talk about it)

Seaver got a lot of hate based off one line of dialogue. I think it was a bad line. If they had left it out, there would be essentially no reason in my mind to dislike Seaver. I used to dislike her a lot, but the more I rewatch the show, the less she bothers me. She was just a young student who wanted to learn about her father/herself. She was MASSIVELY underdeveloped because they kicked her off just as quickly as they invited her in.

NO character was developed that quickly. Her scenes were a bit cringey and the plotlines were bad, and her character was mediocre. I don’t think she deserves the hate she gets. She is a lukewarm character.

I hate everything Max’s character represents. She was introduced to show that Spencer could be trained to be “normal” and it’s anti-autistic bullshit. She had no personality besides “I hate my low-brow job as a teacher and couldn’t be fucked to change it until a man told me I was smart.” She was cracking high-school-clique jokes while her family was about to be murdered. She immediately abandoned said family to make out with her boyfriend who just admitted to enjoying kissing the woman who tried to murder her family.

Her character makes absolutely zero sense. I do not understand how she is so liked. I really don’t (other than the fact that RLC is absolutely wonderful).

If they had left her character out, I think we would have been better off for it. We could have seen Spencer wrestle with defining himself by the women in his life and learning to love himself (without just replacing those women with... another... woman...)

That being said, those who cling to Max for hope of a happy ending for Spencer... I felt that. Fanon and fanfic can solve all character deficiencies. I believe in you.

So, yeah. I’d say if you’re worried about why you dislike women characters, you’re probably on the right path. I’d just reflect on why you dislike the characters you do and whether they are written as misogynistic stereotypes. It makes complete sense to reject characters written for the purpose of making you hate them, but we should all pour one out for the brilliant actresses that had characters with so much potential if not for men ruining it.