#and i have rape fantasies even if i hate rape and it makes me feel sick

[bunnihearted]

ppl who have dated, been flirted with, had their first kiss, have had sex so on and so forth are so mean and condescending to ppl who are ugly and have never experienced that. im 25yrs old and have never even been kissed or flirted with or asked on a date. ppl recoil when they accidentally touch me. ofc i have no self esteem or confidence and feel repulsive and unloved. and you as a person who have had ppl flirt with you and WANT to touch you have no idea what that feels like and how that fucks up your self image

[abearinthewoods]

This is what radical feminists do when you don't agree that 100% of men jerk off to rape.

@radfemih8men Care to fucking explain yourself? (edit: she did, in the comments. long story, she confirmed it and thinks two wrongs make a right)

>mentions the darknet. 100% needs to have her hard drive check out.

Anyways, report this convo to the police, saying this kind of thing to a 13 year old is actually a sex offense PURELY ON ITS OWN in a lot of places.

[ceilidho]

This is in no way of hating but i want to know why do you enjoy writing noncon/rape? When I first downloaded tumblr which was couple of months ago i was surprised by the amount of noncon fics here. I eventually came to enjoy them which makes me question myself. Whenever i read a noncon fic and enjoy it i feel like im betraying women who actually went through those traumatic events. Plus I actually don't really like dark romance books? I love cod dead dove and that is mainly because i really love the characters and the authors are so talented. I rambled so much and i hope you don't get this in the wrong way i don't mean to hate AT ALL i love the stuff you write. Maybe i shouldn't think too much and let myself enjoy what im reading lol

first of all, no worries! i wasn't sure about your tone/intentions at first, but by the end i was totally fine with the question.

i actually don't mind talking about this stuff - i just sometimes avoid it on main because i prefer chatting about it privately.

second, i'm no psychologist or sociologist, so i probably won't be able to give you the most satisfactory answer, but i think there are a lot of different reasons. i can only name a few. one thing i should mention right off the bat is that rape fantasies are very normal (and this is true whether you're a survivor of SA or not) and writing/reading fiction can be a safe way to process those thoughts/feelings.

one of prevailing reasons is, of course, that many survivors of SA use noncon/dubcon literature/art as a way of processing their experiences and taking ownership of their trauma.

and look, people are going to go back and forth on this point (i've seen it all before - many people refuse to believe that engaging with noncon lit/art is helpful, and in fairness, it's NOT helpful for everyone because every person is different), but at the end of the day, if a survivor tells you "writing/reading this was helpful in my recovery" then that's that!

additionally, for many women and non-binary folk (i can only speak as a cis woman, but i'm sure this is a shared lived experience across many different people), we're also taught from a very young age to suppress our sexual desires / that being open about our sexuality is morally reprehensible and shameful. and a lot of people carry that shame for years, impacting them well into adulthood. so dubcon/noncon fantasies can be a way of being able to enjoy sexual scenarios where you don't have to be the initiator, thus taking away some of the emotional weight and shame.

plus, at the end of the day (and im sure many people will disagree with this take, it's something that i'm still figuring out myself), there is a kind of weird underlying consent implicit in dark fics. like, you might be reading a fic or novel that's ostensibly noncon, but you're also actively seeking out that literature (hopefully it's not just sprung on you - i do very much agree with tagging to the fullest extent and my lukewarm take is that I think all books, even traditionally published ones, should come with content/trigger warnings too).

there are a medley of reasons why someone might write or read dark fiction/dark romance. again, i'm just one person and i can only speak from my own experience!

i think at the end of the day, the important thing to realize is that fiction is fake, and as long as the writer appropriately tags their work and ensures that the audience is aware of what they're getting into when they start reading, they're not coercing the reader into something they aren't prepared for.

and it's totally fine if you have limits (like, you can read and enjoy dubcon, but not noncon) or can't engage with the material at all, but it's also unfair to say that it reflects someone's real life values - the same way that we don't say that the people who enjoy crime fiction must love murder.

and the last thing i want to say because this got a bit out of hand lol, is that, yes, for some people dark fiction is genuinely harmful, whether or not they're a survivor. it's not for everyone and that's completely fine and i'm aware of that, which is why i agree that you should tag as much as possible (even if you feel like you're overdoing it sometimes), but someone else's discomfort doesn't give them the right to tell you how to process your own emotions/experiences/desires/etc.

as long as no one's getting hurt, there's no issue as far as i'm concerned. and sorry but, no one's getting hurt by reading a fic or a novel unless the author didn't give proper content warnings - if you "forgot" to read the tags or read anyway DESPITE being warned, im sorry but that's life.

[lazywriters-blog]

QUIET + QUIET = NAUGHTY

YANDERE ALHAITHAM

Summary: Alhaitham used to be your mentor, and after leaving him behind and pursuing another career, he finds a way to bind you to him. [This was sitting in my drafts for so long that I decided to just publish it so if it's bad, my bad lol.]

Warning: This may contain triggering content, read at your discretion. Implied rape, forced pregnancy, and manipulation. Alhaitham is a piece of shit in this-

You had a dream that didn't feel like one.

Your mind is clear and you remember something was amiss the night you fell asleep, so you are certain whatever glimpse you recall was truthful. You could never imagine yourself having a wet dream about someone you disapproved of.

Despite the man's appearance attracting you to him, there's just something about him you don't like. Perhaps sitting here and watching him read his book made you a crazed fangirl, but you were a decent human being with decent expectations.

And alhaitham was one exception you'd avoid till the end, even with the tolerance level you had, he went past above and beyond that.

Seeing him so far away from you felt odd, having a realistic dream was different but feeling it and knowing you felt it was different! You couldn't make up such fantasies even if you wanted to. You did not invite him into your dreamland and never would, he's the type of man with stoic feelings and selfishness with good reasons for it.

You also had a hate-love relationship with the scribe, he's an asshole who nagged you to do everything perfectly when you were in front of him and made you feel unqualified. You'd admit you weren't good, but the humiliation was taking it a bit too far when he'd speak loud and clear for everyone to hear and think about it.

You aren't a failed test subject to show.

Nonetheless, you had forgotten about it and moved on to a better place in life, so his abrupt existence was cutting it too close.

But, trying to talk to him just seemed wrong. Comforting him seemed childish, and unnecessary when you could live on with the fact you had a wet dream about him, but past that, he's close to an enemy to you.

He closed his book and settled it on the table, folding his arms and glancing straight toward you, so he knew you were here. Copying his position you glared, feeling something nasty within you grow and you had no shame in expressing that to the man.

Grinning wide, you tilted your head and quietly mouthed 'Fuck you.' briefly pulling up your hand and pointing a middle finger, throwing him one last look you got up and walked away.

If that incident earned you a bad reputation, you knew exactly who was behind it.

The next sign you discovered that your dream wasn't as fake as you made it out to be, was when you woke up nauseous and threw up, you figured it was a mash of bad food combination that made you queasy.

And denial was hard, how were you going to explain it even if it was true? 'I think it has something to do with the wet dream I had with my enemy and I think I'm pregnant?' just thinking about it you feel delusional you couldn't fathom how crazy you would sound to the others, you weren't lost in the head.

You had your toes on solid ground and weren't making stuff up on thin air, nor because you were living alone and thinking having a new member would cure it.

You'd never be that desperate.

"You are showing clear symptoms of pregnancy." He's saying it and you don't like the tone of his voice, he's saying it to get revenge for your past interaction, you are sure.

"Your skin is glowing, and the bump you are trying to hide isn't doing much," he added, like salt to a wound. You forced a smile, thinking to yourself that staying indoors today would have been so much better than facing him in all his selfish glory.

"And would you happen to know who did it?" You sniped back, "How do you even know that I've gotten fat unless you've been watching me, pervert, learn to lower your eyes."

"It shouldn't take a genius to know that a woman is carrying a child. It's a blessing you're hiding."

"You're saying it as if it's your child." she would know after years of suffering under him, that he would make her the fool and him the trustworthy one, and she didn't want to give him a chance. So if he wants to play dumb, she'll cut him open.

He chuckled, a rare gesture from him she saw only once, "Should we have a paternity test?" why did he sound so smug and certain?

"Is this your indirect way of saying that I'm crazy? That you impregnated me?" he stayed quiet and satisfied, all the trouble he was causing her and the damage it would bring to her reputation was unnerving, he was doing it on purpose. She was sure!!

"You are a monster." She could strangle him right now if they weren't in public.

He smiled, not breaking eye contact and continuing to maintain it. "Who would believe you?"

[i-llbedammned]

Gods I fucking hate how the media depicts DS/SM relationships so much. It's always about how little people were loved and that's the only reason why people are into weird things.

Like yeah, sure, sometimes kinks are linked to unhealed trauma. Once knew a girl into being demeaned and pissed on and then once she got some self love those things didn't turn her on any more. It works like that. And yeah, sometimes it can be used to hurt people on purpose. I've been the victim of bad doms and subs who manipulated and twisted words and honestly made me feel like shit about myself and my interests for years at a time. But that is not everyone. And yeah, serial killers have delved into that. They also have dogs they take care of but no one is demonizing dog ownership.

Sometimes it is because you are stressed. Sometimes it is because leather feels good on the skin, or nylon rope gives nice sensory feedback. Sometimes it is because it is nice to trust someone with a forceful fantasy that you both know is a fantasy and then you can just fall into the other person like a "typical" relationship (though considering how popular noncon/rape/cnc is I really think that DS/SM is WAY more typical than reported, just depends on the degree). Sometimes its just fun and its good to change things up. Sometimes it is an emotional or physical release that you feel safe enough to let out. And sometimes it doesn't even involve sex (and if you don't understand this there are likely large swaths of the community you won't understand).

And like the normal notes are never really noted in media. Even in romance media it always ends up in this kind of live in dom/sub- master/slave type thing when it is good. Weirdly enough one of the better depictions was in Dragon Age of all things where Iron Bull literally is cuddling in bed with you and you are giggling discussing what you think other people's kinks and safe words are before people walk in. But like it is hard to see it depicted in that light and it makes it so hard to have conversations about it even the very mention of it sends people towards serial killers and horror stories.

[adventuringblind]

Safety In Your Arms

Dando x Reader

Genre: Hurt-comfort, maybe spicy via implied smut

Summary: Sometimes things go horribly wrong, nothing like what you expected, and it sends you hurtling towards emotions you never asked for. Lando and Daniel hate to see her this way.

Warnings: implied sexual content prior to and post incident, r@pe, anxiety, panic attacks, worried partners

Notes: Not sure this is exactly what you wanted because I don't write r@pe fantasies... regardless I hope the requester likes it :)

Side Note: Please leave notes! I think I might have been shadow banned recently as my fics are not being interacted with as much as they used to. Maybe it's just me being self-conscious because I know I couldn't care but I do.

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Her heart thumping in her ears is all she can hear. Just last night, this had been something special and intimate. It was beautiful and loving. Now a stranger thinks he take something that isn't his.

Daniel and Lando are the only ones aloud to touch her like this. Their touch sends shivers down her spine in a pleasant way. This man makes her burn. His grip keeping her pinned to the wall feels like lighter being held against the bare flesh of her hips.

She was almost to the room. Back to the safety of her boys. Just up the stairs and down the hall. Curse the elevator for not working.

She's not sure where the adrenaline comes from. Her fight or flight response is pulling from some unknown energy reserve. It's enough for her to push him off her.

He falls backwards down the stairs. He's disoriented but still conscious. He looks like he might fight his way back to her and finish what he started.

She bolts. Her legs carry her to the door of her shared room. Fists bang on the door in terror.

The door to the stairwell slams open. She leans her weight into the door and slides down. Tears stream down her face at the hopelessness she feels in this situation.

The door flings open. Daniel on the other side catches her crumbling body before it hits the ground. She pushes inside and finds the farthest corner of the room.

She sees the silhouette of the man come to face Daniel. Lando is crouched down in front of her, trying to coax some kind of explanation out of her. She's too worked up to respond.

The loud crack of Daniel's knuckles fills her ears. Her attacker stumbles backwards once more, this time he's out cold. His body falls to the ground, with a soft thud muffled only by the carpeted floors.

Lando exchanges a few words with Daniel. The ringing in her ears makes it hard to understand. It's not until Lando hands her his sweatshirt to hold and Daniel is on the phone that she registers the safety.

"He - He - I was -" She can't even get the words out. Not without realizing how pathetic she sounds.

"Okay, breathe now love, you're safe." She takes a few breathes with Lando. "Can we try some yes or no questions?"

She hesitantly shakes her head yes. Slowly, she reaches to Lando. He intertwines his fingers with hers and both of them relax.

"Did her hit you at all?"

Yes. When he first got her against the wall.

"Did he touch you anywhere intimate?" Lando looks like he's trying not to cringe.

Yes. Everywhere. It burns still.

Lando look on the verge of tears. He's always been empathetic, hurting with them. "Did he - did he rape you?"

She breaks. Burries her face in Lando's sweatshirt and wails. Lando is careful not to touch her in any harsh way; lets her lead him.

Daniel clambers onto the floor with them. She doesn't look at him, but she knows he's there and that's enough. "Love, I'm so sorry this happened to you. The authorities are on their way to take, whoever that was, away. The question now is how you want to go forward." Daniel takes a heavy breath before continuing when she doesn't respond. "We have to go to the hospital, love. I don't want you to suffer any more than you already have."

She's still crying as they bundle her up in Lando's sweatshirt and Daniel's sweats. The soft baggy ones she steals from him all the time regardless.

"Dan, what about... him?" Lando stares at the man lying on the floor. She has to will herself not to vomit at the sight of him.

"I'll meet you there, okay? The police should be here soon." Lando looks hesitant to leave without Daniel. The Aussie plants a reassuring kiss to his forehead. "Take care of our girl, yeah?"

By the time they get checked in, Daniel texts that he's on his way. She hasn't said anything else since the hotel room, but Lando kindly offers her one of his airpods. The music helps, if only a little.

The nurse takes her back to the room alone. She wails the entire time until they let Lando, now with Daniel on his heels, back with her.

She dissociates through the entire visit. Not coherent enough to answer anything but yes or no questions.

The next few days are more of them same. Only getting out of bed to sit in the shower. The water hot enough to burn away her skin.

Daniel tells Max they had an emergency but doesn't go into any details. Max lets them fly out with him. She doesn't talk to him. Too tired to use any energy on conversation.

Daniel and Lando respect her space. They ask before touching her. They announce their presences, especially if they are behind her.

The bruises fade eventually. It's not like the physical evidence was going to remain on her forever. Still, with his handprints gone for her sight, they burn her every time the area is touched.

She doesn't wear anything aside from Lando and Daniel's clothes that are too big on her. Not until they are back in Monaco for the summer break. Four months after the incident.

Daniel gently coaxes her out of the warm clothing. The boys give her space until she's ready to join them and respect her boundaries when she asks not to be touched.

Her skin still burns.

By the end of summer break, she's had time to work her way up to new things. Small bits of skin-on-skin contact and hugs are quickly becoming her new lifeline. She missed being able to not fear the touch of another. Her mind tends to forget she's safe and fights anyone who tries to get to close.

By September she's able to sleep in the same bed as them without waking up panicked that they are going to hurt her in some way. The nightmares remain, but now she clings to the two males when she wakes crying.

On a particularly charged night filled with celebrations. The three of them work through it at her pace. She sets boundaries like her therapist had told her to do. Daniel and Lando tell her everything they are going to do before they lay a finger on her.

She missed this.

She missed them.

Their hands don't burn her skin anymore.

[bl0odyh3art]

NEVER TELL HER.

warnings: rape fantasies, cheating, mentions of glory holes, and fake raping?

this is dead dove/dark content. if are uncomfortable with this kind of content or don't like it, then do not interact.

a/n: yayyy I finally like one of my fics

“Also, Mary isn't able to have sex now.” The doctor looked at him after flipping through all the papers on the heavy clipboard. no sex?.... That's okay.

He can deal with that. “Oh, okay.” James nodded, his hands fidgeting with each other as he was seated on the hard metal chair. The cushion on the chair is long gone, all flat.

A week's gone by, no sex. No masterbation. No nothing.

Driving to the flower shop, gets the same flowers she likes…or liked, pays for them with that same girl as the cashier.

“Hi, James!” You chirped, smiling widely at him with your best smile.

“How's life?”

“It can be better.” He answered uninterestedly while he waited for you to tell him the price after flowers.

“Aww…” Lips pouting with a little frown and head tilt. “Anyways! that'll be $20.”

“20?!...Are you serious…” James groaned and shoved his card in the reader, putting in his pin, blah blah blah blah.

“See you next time, James!” You waved bye to him but he didn't pay attention to it.

Of course he's gonna have some sexual frustration, he feels guilty for even masterbating without Mary at this point because it just doesn't feel the same, he can't pay a hooker…he just doesn't want that…maybe….maybe you.

He loves Mary, but he can't just tell her.

She's so kind, loving, gentle, and caring. He just shudders at the thought of what she should say if he told her he has rape and glory hole fantasies. So disgusted and disappointed. The best he can do is fuck you. Flower shop bimbo.

“James you're into rape fantasies…and glory holes, THAT'S SO DIRTY!” You crawled over to him on the bed, throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Leaning in to whisper to him “Are you gonna tie me up?” He shuddered, not in a good way though. In a disgusted way. God he can hear the gum chewing right in his ear. Do you ever stop chewing it?

“I don't know ... .Can you go in the hallway?” He sighed, of course you listened.

Blah blah blah blah blah, James finally had you on the bed, struggling to pull his dick fast.

“Oh no, Mister…please don't rape me….” You pouted with your pointer finger in your lips. He stopped and stared at you.

“Can you not act like…. you're in a porno…?”

“Oh, yah! sorry..”

“Maybe like… I dunno…try to fight me?”

“James! I don't want to hit you!”

“Just do it…” He sighed as you started kicking and hitting his chest.

“No, Mister! Oh no…. please I have a whole life ahead of me!” Finally he pulled out his dick and shoved it into you, making you gasp.

“Wow, I-..I never thought you were packing” You smiled at him, making him cringe at the choice of words you said.

“Y-yeah….” He groaned slightly, it was good. Definitely got him hard but you weren't Mary, and he wanted this over quick. Rubbing your clit and he thrusted in and out. Your back arched so much, moans so loud and quick…Did you take “how to moan” classes? Mary's were authentic and gentle, quiet but loud enough to let him know she was enjoying it.

“Oh, James! You're so biggg! I want you to cum inside my pussy! Uh huh!” He hated dirty talk, it was so disgusting. Why say what you want while it's happening?

Your pussy was good, warm and wet, a bit of a snug fit but you took him like a soldier.

He pulled out because he forgot condoms. Can't risk having a baby with another woman while his wife is sick. His eyes were closed, mouth shut closed, teeth grating against each other.

His moans were hot, like seriously hot. You couldn't tell if they were pathetic or just plain the best you've heard.

He whispered out a tinny tiny “Mary” as he came all over your stomach. Pulling up his pants and throwing you a towel.

“James, don't you want me to wrap myself in a blanket and just like have my ass out…so it's like a glory hole?” You looked at him, completely dazed out, cock drunk so quickly and easy.

“Umm..no, we can do that some other time.” He nodded and shook his head, he didn't even know if he wanted it or not but right now, he couldn't.

what did he just do?...Will Mary ever find out?...

[olderthannetfic]

I always see people who have never been antis, talking about/questioning how some antis even ARE antis when you look at their taste in media - ie the ever famous joke of "Hannigram is #problematique" "but it's a show where he eats people" or whatever.

I thought I'd weigh in as someone who could, hypothetically, be called an ex-anti (which, thankfully, nothing ever really came out of it - it was just very 2014 keyboardwarrior-esque behavior of me being a chronically online young adult who would share posts in a group chat making fun of certain shippers, or reblog posts about how 50shades is The Most Problematic Media Ever to exist -- basically I was an anti with anti-lines of thoughts, but i never, like, a ran a Shipping Discourse Blog or whatever)

For me, personally, it was a few different things. I can now see how it's incredibly hypocritical that teenaged me shipped Light/L, while still thinking that Dramione was Bad And Abusive. It ultimately boiled down to a) being pretentious, and b) just not understanding media or what proshippers REALLY believed, with a side of c) not realizing that nuance exists. like i was pretty late to join tumblr, I think I immigrated here during PEAK "yourfaveisproblematic" era which definitely did have an impact on my opinions and my tastes.

to elaborate, a.) being pretentious. i mean this one just kinda goes without saying. "I engage in media in a way more intellectual way than you do, don't you know that? You're a filthy and disgusting person who writes Snape/Hermione because you're an actually disgusting pedophile IRL who would probably date your own student that you're abusing if you could. Meanwhile, I'm a very smart, good, and pure person. When I read Uncle Vernon/Harry, I'm doing it in a G-d honoring whump way that clearly condemns abuse, incest, and rape. Unlike YOU who only writes harmful stuff as a way to get people off :/"

(as an aside, i think this line of thinking will ALWAYS be present in fandom and popculture in some way, sadly. ie the recent trend of people hating on booktok bc the books are 'trashy' and how these porn addicts should read real classic literature instead.)

as for b.), not understanding media - i cannot emphasize enough that i was GENUINELY stupid and disconnected enough to think that proshippers REALLY WERE pro-All Of The Degenerate Dead Doves That They Wrote.

why did i feel this way? why did i understand that Lolita clearly isnt pro-pedophilia, but for some reason i thought that someone shipping weecest was? well, first of all, i think that fanfiction is (generally) seen as Less Serious than classic literature, and fandom is a fun place, so i guess i somehow thought that every fanfic/fanartist who wrote Problematic Things, especially Problematic Things that they portrayed as Sexy, really DID enjoy the thought of that Actually Happening To Real People.

and i think THIS is the bulk of why antis ARE antis. i'm not calling them all stupid - i do think BEING an anti is stupid, but at the same time, there are people who are truly smart and good-intended people who just have some really off color opinions about, like, homestuck ships or whatever. Lawlight is okay because notebooks that kill people don't exist so it's IMPOSSIBLE for the Harmful Aspects of Light/L to be romanticized! but schoolyard prejudiced bullies DO exist and are a REAL problem so Drarry is BAD (*truly completely unaware of the fact that there's 'realistic' aspects of the Light/L dynamic and 'unrealistic' aspects of Drarry - such as, for example, Hogwarts arguably being even MORE of a fantasy setting than DN is.*) I know that media literacy is the hot buzzword of the year to throw around in 2024, but, like, i really did not have media literacy.

as for c.), not realizing nuance exists - ok "nuance" might not be the best word here, but i dont know how else to describe it. like, each time ive typed the word "problematic" out in this ask, i've done so in a very tongue in cheek/ironic/retroactive way, but, like, those posts about how Everything Is Problematic, Including Your Fave ARE true. and i didn't like the fact that my favorite media or favorite person might've Made A Mistake! i need to Talk About Its Issues Because I'm So Betrayed That My Dear Sweet Comfort Media Would Do This To Me. I Need To Prove I Clearly Condemn It.

like, i legit morally could not justify reblogging a twilight post without adding in the tags '#this is my guilty pleasure it sucks that the books were so racist though' or whatever. Most people were lucky enough to avoid that line of thinking, but there was an actual group of people who felt a genuine need to virtue signal all the time, partly bc, hey, they WERE passionate about talking abt #issues in media, but also bc of a subconscious fear of If You Reblog A Singular Piece Of Hetalia Fanart, You're Literally A Nazi And Will Get A Callout Post Written About You.

and during all of this i was at the tail end of my high school experience (yes i know im younger than most of your audience, ha). i was going through A Lot emotionally, going through a lot of life changes, and lived in a very . . . interesting household/place where i couldn't do ACTUAL good in the world that i was passionate about. so to make up for the fact that i was genuinely in no place to do legit activism, clearly i had to save the gay community by arguing about johnlock queerbaiting or whatever.

^ and honestly i do think that is the position of most antis. theyre isolated and cant seem to do Enough in the Real Scary World so they have to resort to talking about how bad of a person someone is for "shipping abuse", bc theyre not in a situation where they could, for example, ACTUALLY fight the good fight to end abuse or raise awareness for it.

There was way more to it and way more that I could say, if I wanted to, but this post is long enough as it is and probably doesn't make much sense.

I feel bad for antis, honestly, or at least the ones who are antis in the way I used to be.

--

Oh yes, passionate young fools who think they can at least fix the internet if not their lives make up most of the cannon fodder. Some of the ringleaders are just mini dictators and wannabe cult leaders, but most anti-leaning types are just traumatized or clueless, even a lot of the ones who do serious damage and don't just mock shit in private with their friends.

[cedarxwing]

The ending of Hannibal the novel explained

(aka the breastfeeding scene)

Here's the passage (end of Chapter 101):

I thought everyone was kidding about the breastfeeding kink jokes until my partner read Hannibal and the whole ending flew over their head. Their main takeaway was "that was weird." When I checked reddit, it seemed everyone was confused there too. I was gobsmacked to see one guy say that Thomas Harris was playing some cruel joke on the reader by writing an ending that didn't make sense!

How many people are reading Hannibal like this, completely missing the resolution to Hannibal's character arc? They must finish the book confused about what it was all about in the first place. So here's how I understand it!

First, I need to get this out of the way: a lot of people hate this scene, and from what I understand it's because they're weirded out by the "breastfeeding kink." Which is fine, but it makes me want to gently hold them by the hand and tell them that it's ok for someone to suck on a nipple. It happens all the time. Sometimes it just feels good, sometimes it's part of a breastfeeding fantasy, and sometimes it's literal breastfeeding. Between consenting adults, this is all fine and normal. Let's all move past this knee-jerk repulsion (or alternatively, sit in our discomfort and expand our horizons) so we can analyze this piece of art together. :)

Next, authors LOVE Freudian psychoanalysis. Even though it's all nonsense, it's full of literary allusion and makes for compelling narratives and character studies (childhood maladjustment, repressed memories, etc), which is basically catnip for a writer. Thomas Harris was no exception, and probably creamed himself (as I did) when he learned that Freud's oral-sadistic stage was also termed the "cannibalistic stage," referring to the time when an infant is growing teeth and begins to bite at the breast--the psychosexual urge to devour and destroy the thing you love. What could be more appropriate for Hannibal?

Next, consider the pattern of Hannibal's Il Mostro murders. He killed young couples in one of the most romantic cities in the world, then arranged them as Chloris and Zephyr from Botticelli's Primavera, exposing Chloris's left breast just like in the painting. In classical art, an exposed breast is often a symbol of fertility. Chloris is associated with spring, new growth, and transformation.

Perhaps, at the time, Hannibal rationalized these murders as retribution for rude behavior. Maybe the couples were performing disgusting PDA. Maybe they were obnoxious tourists on their honeymoons. Either way, it's clear to the reader that Hannibal has some deep-seated hang up about sex and romance.

The particulars of this hang up are open to interpretation, but based on Hannibal's obsession with the rape and transformation of Chloris as well as his embarrassment at the paintings of Leda and the Swan in the German's house, I think it's safe to say that Hannibal feels like any relationship he has with a woman who isn't aware of his true (monstrous) identity would involve a degree of violence/lack of consent. He is forever barred from normal romance.

Having given up on sex/romance, Hannibal is unable to consciously recognize his desire for Clarice, so he sublimates it into a more general familial love. He longs for a return to innocence, to return to the time before he ate Mischa and became an unlovable monster (cue the teacup metaphor).

But even familial love seems like too much to hope for, so he sublimates it further into something that seems more attainable: resurrecting the person whom he loved and devoured, and who loved him in turn (Mischa) through Clarice.

So we have the breast as a symbol of sex/fertility (Chloris/Clarice), as an object that is loved and devoured (Mischa), and as a literal source of sustenance that must be given up during infancy (mommy).

Big brain Clarice connects all these dots and, in the very same style of therapy that Hannibal has been using on her, distills Hannibal's psychological problems into a single poetic gesture that completely fixes Hannibal in an instant, proving that she's not only his intellectual equal, but is, in some ways, his superior.

When Clarice asks, "Did you ever feel that you had to relinquish the breast to Mischa? Did you ever feel you were required to give it up for her?", she's ostensibly asking Hannibal if he's stuck in the oral stage of childhood development (which yeah he probably is). On a deeper level, she's asking Hannibal to consider if he's given up on love.

When Clarice exposes her breast in the same fashion as Chloris, says, "You don’t have to give up this one", and suspends the drop of wine from her nipple, she is shifting his perception of her breast from familial devoured sustenance to a sexual object. Basically, "Why do you want me to pretend I'm your sister when we could be banging?" Hannibal is being aged out of his childlike mindset, not regressing into one.

There are other layers of meaning in this act. The hedonism of using thousand dollar wine for food play is a sign of Clarice's character development. The way Hannibal kneels before Clarice is a position of subservience, but could also be interpreted as devouring Clarice in a way that's new to him. It's the most self-actualized thing Hannibal has done since escaping prison (LOL) and marks the end of his hero's journey (as one of the first things we see him do in Hannibal Rising is nurse).

Personally, I don't read this scene as breastfeeding kink. Yeah, Clarice talks about breastfeeding, but that was more a metaphor for other stuff. Considering the direction of Hannibal's character arc, I understand this scene as him briefly licking the wine off before they have sex. But to each their own! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ANYWAY, yeah, it's unsettling. It's obviously meant to be. But it's beautifully unsettling! Hate it all you want, but this is peak cannibal romance, to me!!

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The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 3

Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering.

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Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex. Blood. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader. This is dark and quite intense!

Extra Note: I usually hate dropping random Japanese into a fanfic but I just had to incorporate his “Gambare, Gambare” line because I ascend to a higher plane of existence every time he says it in the anime (there is literally nothing I wouldn’t let Junichi Suwabe do to me). Also this chapter is entirely from Sukuna’s perspective.

It was nearly sundown when one of the shrine maidens reported to Sukuna that the offering was awake. They had cleaned her up and bandaged her wounds while she slept, and now she was in one of the side rooms, eating. 

He was lounging on a pile of pillows on the dais, absently looking through some of the material offerings that had just started to arrive at the shrine’s doors. He held up a beautiful silk robe that had been stitched with an intricate cherry blossom pattern, and found himself imagining the offering wearing it. 

He could see the pale pink color of the robe against the girl’s flushed skin, could see how the silk would glide across her body and cling to the wetness between her legs. He could see himself ripping it off her, could see her crying because she’d never worn something so fine in her miserable little life and now it was in tatters. He even imagined spreading it on the floor and fucking her on top of it, staining it with her blood and a mixture of their cum, then making her wear it again. 

“Lord Sukuna?”

The shrine maiden’s uneasy voice interrupted his daydream. He looked down at the bowing figure before him and said, “Yes? What is it?”

“I asked where you would like us to take the offering once she is finished eating,” she replied, never looking up. 

He rubbed the silk between his fingers and said, “Take her back to the bed.”

“Yes, Lord Sukuna,” the woman replied, getting to her feet without ever raising her eyes. 

“And have her wear this,” he said, tossing the lovely pink robe to the shrine maiden. 

She caught it deftly and gave another bow before leaving. 

Sukuna stood up and made his way to the bedroom, trying to decide what he would do to the offering tonight. He had plenty of ideas, ways to make her cry and scream in agony, ways to make her moan and cling to him as pleasure wracked her fragile body, ways to get any sort of reaction he wanted out of her. But something had occurred to him this afternoon and it had filled him with irrational annoyance. 

The offering had only climaxed when he used his mouth or fingers to stimulate her, never from being fucked by him. It shouldn’t have bothered him. After all he’d never cared the slightest bit about such things before, but he couldn’t help feeling irritated. So he decided: tonight she would cum on his cock. Multiple times. He would make certain of it. 

Once in his bedroom, he removed his own robe and climbed onto his bed, where he sat with his back against the wall and his legs stretched out in front of him. While waiting for the offering to appear, his mind wandered back to the fantasy he’d been imagining on the dais. His hand moved down to his cock and began lightly stroking while he pictured the offering in all sorts erotic or horrifying situations. 

By the time the shrine maidens announced their presence, he was rock hard and ready. 

They stepped into the room with their faces lowered, and behind them came the offering, wearing the pink cherry blossom robe. She got down on her knees and bowed as low as possible, and Sukuna dismissed the shrine maidens immediately. 

From the bed, he stared at her submissive form. While seeing her bow to him was pleasing, he wanted to see her whole body. “Stand,” he told her, and she did as he commanded. 

Now getting a good view of her in the robe, his breath almost caught in his throat. She looked so delicate and innocent in the robe, he wasn’t sure he’d have the patience to stick to his own plan for the night. 

Her eyes were instantly drawn to the raging erection he was still idly stroking. Like always, her eyes were glossy and frightened, but also unmistakably aroused. He still couldn’t quite grasp why she was so horny for him at all times, even when he hurt her, even when she was terrified. But that mystery was a part of why he found her so entertaining. 

“Th-thank you for the robe, Lord Sukuna,” she stammered out in that sweet voice. “I’ve never worn something so beautiful before.” 

Ahhh, there it was. Now he wanted to destroy it in front of her, to ruin it in some disgusting way and then tell her that’s all she deserves to wear and-

His eyes met her face, and she was smiling. It was the first time he’d seen her full, joyful smile, and it was far more lovely than he expected, so lovely that it derailed his train of thought entirely. 

He stopped stroking himself. He didn’t need to anymore. Her presence in the room, the smell of her skin, the certainty that beneath that fine robe her succulent little pussy was wet and needy for him, was more than enough to keep him hard. 

“Open the robe,” he told her, “but keep it on.”

That smile slowly slipped from her face, her cheeks reddening as she untied the sash and pulled the robe open. She was bandaged from her chest to right above her navel. There were a few faint red spots here and there to mark where she had been cut. 

“Come closer,” he commanded, and she stepped over to the bed. When she was within reach, he extended one arm and touched her bandaged breasts. With his fingers, he parted the white strips of cloth so that her pretty nipples stuck out between them, exposed, then he looked her over again. The bandages with their small blood stains, the way they squeezed and shaped her breasts, the hardening nipples peeking out, all made a very lurid sight. Then his eyes shifted down to her pussy, glistening with arousal, clear fluid already beginning to drip down her thighs. 

He used one finger to rub up her inner thigh, collecting a sticky drop. She flinched and tried to press her thighs together, obviously embarrassed. He licked the finger clean and wondered why she still felt shame over this. Did she not realize how pleasing it was for him to know he had this effect on her? 

“Climb onto me,” he said, and she blinked in surprise, then looked at his erection and seemed to understand what was happening. 

There was terror in her eyes, but also desire. She hesitated, then very carefully climbed onto the bed beside him. “How should I-“

“Face me,” he told her, and pulled her into his lap. With his height, they were at eye level with each other even with her sitting on him. She was a grown woman, but to someone as monstrously strong as him, she was practically weightless and had no more strength than a young bird. Her knees were on either side of his lap, her bottom resting on him, her slick pussy pressing against the underside of his cock, which was pointing at the ceiling. 

For a moment they just stared at each other. She was blushing again, probably intimidated by the extremely intimate position. Their faces were inches apart, and she had no choice but to look him in the eyes. Then he leaned even closer and said in his lowest, sexiest voice, “Get on my cock and fuck me until you cum.”

She drew back from him as if she’d been slapped, but his firm hands on her hips kept her in place. Her face was red as blood, her lips parted, her eyes becoming even more shiny and moist. Again, that glorious battle between fear and lust, all playing out on her face. 

He gave her hip a quick, light slap that made her cry out in surprise, and said, “You heard me.”

She looked so uncertain, so deliciously naive, that he couldn’t suppress a laugh at her expense. 

Her eyes darted back to his face. Was that… a hint of annoyance? At him? The audacity of it made him laugh again. “I’ll help you get the tip in, then it’s all you,” he told her. 

She nodded, then placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up. He positioned his tip in the right place, just barely going inside her, then moved his hands back to her hips and waited. 

After several seconds of looking like she might faint from sheer panic, she finally began to ease herself down. After he was only halfway in, she winced and halted, her knees holding her up. She stayed that way, seemingly frozen, until he sighed and said, “You’re going to have to move at some point. Or can you really cum like this?”

She closed her eyes, her hands gripping his shoulders so tightly they might have hurt a normal man, her legs quivering on either side of him. And then she moved, just slightly, making shallow little thrusts. They were wholly unsatisfying to him, but watching her clumsy attempts to fuck him were amusing nonetheless. 

He spoke into her ear, “I hope you have a lot of stamina. It’s going to take you all night to cum like this, and you’re not getting off me until you do.” 

Upon hearing that, she took one hand off his shoulder and reached down, tentatively touching her swollen clit with her fingertips. 

He immediately grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. “No, you’re not allowed to touch your clit. Cum only from the feeling of my cock inside you.”

She made a pitiful whining sound and returned the offending hand to his shoulder, her eyes still closed. 

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he said, and she obeyed. While maintaining eye contact, he asked, “You’re always drenched for me, so why can’t you cum when I fuck you?”

She had tears in her eyes as she kept trying to move up and down on his shaft. “Because you’re so rough with me, Lord Sukuna. It hurts too bad.”

“Then you should thank me. In my infinite kindness, I’m allowing you to control how deep and how hard you get fucked.” 

She said nothing more, but he felt her slide down a little further, her movements increasing in speed. She had nearly found a rhythm. She moved in a circular motion, and he felt his tip hit a spongey spot that caused her to release one of those little moans that he loved so much. 

Her hands slid from his shoulders to press into his abdomen, right below his navel. The pink robe slipped from her shoulders and pooled around her elbows and waist, revealing her bandaged breasts and pert nipples. Her eyes shifted down to his bare torso, seemingly enjoying the sight as her moans became louder. 

“Look me in the eyes,” he said in that low voice, and he could see goosebumps spreading across her flesh. He grinned, then added another command, “Announce when you’re about to cum.”

Her eyes flew open and she looked mortified. “I… I can’t!”

“Do it or it doesn’t count.”

She whimpered, but kept moving, kept looking him in the eyes. 

She was getting close, he could feel it. She kept moving in a way that caused him to hit that spot she liked so much, her moans getting longer and closer together. 

He decided to help her out just a little. He put one hand in her hair, threading his fingers gently though the strands, and pulled her closer to him. With his lips grazing her ear, he said in such a soft, low voice that it was almost a whisper, “Cum for me. You have the great Ryomen Sukuna’s cock buried in that tight little pussy of yours. Think only of that. Concentrate on how I feel inside you, and cum while looking into my eyes.”

He pulled her back enough that she could look at him, and the expression of pure arousal on her face made his cock twitch. She mumbled something he didn’t hear clearly between her moans. 

“What was that?”

“… c-cumming,” she murmured, her eyes darting away from his for a split second. 

He smirked at her. “You have to speak clearly so I can hear you.”

Her voice was just a little louder when she said, “I’m about to cum…” And again she briefly looked away when she said it. 

His fingers were still in her hair, so he tightened his grip and held her head still. “Stop looking away. And be louder.”

Her eyes locked on his, and he saw that she was nearly in tears. “I’m cumming,” she cried out, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ahhhh!”

He felt her pussy clench him tightly as her body tensed up. She sat there, eyes frozen on his, her entire body twitching and convulsing until her orgasm finally passed. Then she collapsed against his chest, panting heavily, her weak legs somehow still holding her up. 

Sukuna had watched all this with amusement, but his own desire was totally unfulfilled. He’d told her she could control how deep he went, but how could he resist going deeper when this warm, wet little thing was over halfway down his cock, her body trembling against his? Even his willpower wasn’t that strong. 

His hands moved to her hips, and before she could react at all, he jerked her all the way down, his entire length disappearing inside her. The shocked expression on her face made him want to laugh. She’d gasped, her eyes widening and instantly filling with tears, her soft hands pressing against him as if she could push herself back up. But he was holding her down firmly, thoroughly enjoying how this angle allowed him to penetrate her even more deeply than the other times he’d fucked her. 

“You haven’t made me cum yet,” he told her. “Don’t be selfish and pass out before satisfying me. Now start moving.”

She was shaking, looking at him as if he’d betrayed her. “I can’t,” she cried, “it hurts!”

He reached up and stroked her hair in a comforting manner, and in a sweet voice he spoke savage words: “Ride my cock until I cum into your womb, or I’ll paint the entire shrine in your blood.”

Her face was stricken with horror, but she gradually began to move again. It seemed harder for her this time, as she was practically impaled, but she’d just figured out how to move in a way that felt good, so she tried repeating the motions from earlier. It worked, evidenced by the short moan she released. 

Sukuna grinned, using his hand in her hair to hold her head still, not allowing her to look away. He wanted to watch all the delectable emotions in her eyes as her body was caught between pleasure and pain. With his free hand he squeezed one of her breasts, then used his thumb to circle an exposed nipple. She was moaning again, filling his ears with such glorious sounds. 

“You’re doing so well, taking me so deep,” he whispered in her ear, “but you can take me harder too, right?”

She shook her head while maintaining eye contact, but she was clenching him again, breathing harder, making an actual attempt to move faster. He moved his face closer to hers and ran his tongue across her lips, parting them and invading her mouth, letting his own saliva drip onto her tongue. He pulled away and said in a voice that he knew would send shivers through her whole body:

“Gambare, gambare…”

The result was immediate. She clamped down on him and cried out, “Ahhh! C-cumming!”

He was pleased that she remembered to say it, and he enjoyed watching her lose herself to her climax, but her movements had slowed considerably. She was leaning on him, her weak body nearly spent. 

“Don’t stop moving,” he said, his voice low and threatening. 

She whined but picked up speed again. It looked like such a struggle for her, keeping his massive erection so deep inside, moving up and down while her orgasm was still wracking her body, keeping her teary eyes locked on his. She was still using that motion that caused him to hit her sweet spot, and she was so sensitive from cumming twice in a short amount of time that she was working her way to another climax.

But he didn’t want the pleasure to completely overtake the pain, so he pinched her nipple harshly, making her wince and grip his shoulders. 

Disappointed by her reaction, he moved his hands to her waist and lifted her up, then slammed her back down. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, as if she had lost her breath. 

“Not going to scream for me?” he asked. “That’s the fastest way to get me off.”

He lifted her up again, but as he did so, she suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, clutching him as if doing so would make the pain bearable. He suddenly remembered the sight of her radiant smile while thanking him for the robe, and his hands faltered. She eased back down onto him, as deep as before but nowhere near as hard. 

“Lord Sukuna…” she murmured, tightening her arms around him, moving up and down slowly, carefully. He could feel every part of her, from her breasts pressed against his chest to the walls of her drenched pussy, to her delicate hands gripping him. 

His hold on her hips tightened, and he pulled her down so that he was as deep as possible when he shot his seed into the very core of her being. Even after he had bottomed out, she still clung to him, not moving off him. 

He pulled back enough to look at her face, and found her usual lusty expression. He laughed. “Do you like being stuffed full of me that much?”

She didn’t answer, but she moved as if to climb off him. He stopped her and said, “Take off the robe and throw it to the floor. You don’t want to stain it, right?”

She nodded, looking embarrassed for not thinking of that herself. She slipped the robe off and dropped it beside the bed, then she eased herself off his cock, wincing. 

His cum, hers, and a small amount of blood poured out and spilled in his lap. He didn’t mind, but she seemed distressed by the sight. “Ah, there’s a mess, Lord Sukuna,” she said, rolling off him and sitting up on the edge of the bed. 

He grabbed a blanket and wiped it all up, then tossed the blanket aside. The offering stood up and bent down to retrieve the pink robe from the floor. She carefully folded it into a neat square, then smiled again and hugged the bundle of fabric to her chest. She looked so happy, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

“Do fine clothes please you so much?” he asked her as he scooted down so that he was lying on his back. 

She looked at him and then back to the robe, a faint blush on her cheeks. “It is beautiful, my Lord, but more than that… it’s a gift from you!” She turned her face away shyly, but he could tell she was wearing an ecstatic expression. 

He blinked, surprised by the fact that he liked looking at her this way. He’d never once wanted to see someone happy, to see them smile. He craved suffering and misery for everyone around him. But just this once… perhaps seeing someone’s joy wasn’t so bad. After all, he was going to kill her once the festival ended. He’d never left an offering alive, not even in other villages that held similar festivals. He watched her hugging the robe and extended his hand to her. “Come,” he said, pulling her back into the bed after she laid the folded robe on the nearby dresser. 

He pulled her on top of him and threw a sheet over them both. She looked at him curiously, but he was already starting to fall asleep. For perhaps the first time in his life, Ryomen Sukuna fell asleep with a woman in his arms. 

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No, but can we talk about how, despite allegedly being a "feminist" movie, Barbie 2023 actually mocks the idea of a female fantasy and Barbie being an inspirational role model for young girls?

It's so upsetting that not enough people bring this up, even the other haters of Barbie, but it needs to be addressed. Barbie was meant to provide an empowering fantasy for young girls. A lot of people have differing opinions on whether Barbie is feminist or not and what she represents. But at the end of the day, Barbie was designed to give girls a role model to see themselves in, to show them that they could pursue any career, that they can be the heroines of their own story, and reach their fullest potential. She was meant to tell girls that anything is possible. And the movie not only shits all over that, it makes that feminist message out to be something unrealistic and bad, and even worse, portrays it as something that oppresses men and makes THEM victims, because everything needs to be about men. And it's fucking disgusting. Allow me to explain how.

(spoilers for the Barbie movie below...I mean, if you even care, lol.)

We start out at the beginning of the movie with an introduction to the magical world of Barbieland that our well-known and universally familiar dolls live in. Barbieland is a feminist utopia, one that many women would be eager to live in. Women have all the power, are well-respected, can and do pursue any career, and support and uplift each other rather than tear each other down over their differences(aside from Weird Barbie, who they do apologize to in the end). They are happy and free in their female-empowering land, they don't fear the leers and catcalls from men as they walk down the streets, they dance together happily late at night, and they are confident in their bodies. There is diversity in the Barbieland. There is a plus-sized Barbie, a transfem Barbie, a wheelchair Barbie, and plenty of Barbies of color. The President of Barbieland is a Black woman. And none of these differences hold the Barbies back from being able to have power and they are not treated any differently from the other Barbies.

Femininity isn't seen as a weakness. Neither is expressing emotion, and in fact the fat Barbie even has a miniature speech about how she can balance her emotion with her logic and this makes her a smarter person, which the other Barbies support. It's a world where women are empowered and have unlimited potential to achieve their dreams and live freely without fear of their oppressors. Stereotypical Barbie isn't even afraid to reject Beach Ken's advances, she doesn't fear being stalked, raped, or killed by him for saying no. She just turns him down, and not only that, but she turns him down in favor of having girls' night, showing that in this world, girls support each other and value their female friendships over heterosexual relationships with guys(I'll touch on this point again later). I don't know about you, but that sure as hell does sound like a world that I dream of living in. Minus the fact that all the food and drinks are fake.

But the story doesn't frame this matriarchy as empowering, like they should. It portrays it instead as something ridiculous and far-fetched, something that the audience is meant to laugh at rather than support, which becomes more blatant as the movie progresses.

And then we get to the "real" world. Where men instead rule over women in a patriarchy, and we see Barbie experience misogyny for the first time. And this was the moment I started fully hating the movie, and realized it for the sloppy, anti-feminist mess that it is. The first part of the movie set in Barbieland was campy and fun and happy and feel-good, providing the exact type of feel that Barbie brings. But the moment she steps into the real world, everything becomes sad and hopeless and cynical.

And I get that the patriarchy does exist and women are oppressed by it every day, but the way the movie executed this was really overexaggerated and cringeworthy. They made it seem as if women are constantly and completely powerless in every aspect of life, like seriously they didn't even show ANY women in positions of power and the only women we did see with jobs besides a female doctor, were Gloria who works an office job at Mattel and Ruth who is already dead and is for all extents and purposes relegated to the fucking kitchen. They made the world out to be a complete and total dystopia where women aren't capable of achieving anything and the only two women of importance who are from the real world are Sasha and her mother Gloria, the former is portrayed as bitter, cynical, and constantly angry, the latter is portrayed as stressed-out, depressed, and somewhat suicidal with her thoughts about death. Is this all that the Barbie movie thinks that women can achieve in our world? Being miserable and frustrated with no hope of achieving our dreams and desires? With no power or satisfaction in our day to day lives? Is this all that this shithole movie thinks that women can amount to?

And the worst part is how Barbie is derided and mocked for thinking that she has provided a female role model for women and girls. The start of the movie mocks Barbie for thinking that it solved all women's problems and completely advanced women's rights/feminism, even though Barbie/Mattel has never claimed that. Yes, she was meant to be a role model. But she was never portrayed as the be-all, end-all of feminism. Even people who look up to Barbie and were encouraged by her aren't naive enough to think that a twelve-inch tall plastic doll is enough to smash the patriarchy. The movie makes this up solely so they can tear down Barbie for something that it never claimed to do in the first place. When our main Barbie leaves to go to the real world, the other Barbies encourage her(as Barbies tend to do) by saying that they bet all the women in the real world will thank her for giving them rights. Which is obviously meant to be an overexaggerated and satirical jab at Barbie once again, for thinking that it has created feminism or whatever, and that sexism is over solely thanks to the Barbie franchise. Cute. Too bad no version of the Barbie brand has ever claimed that in the first place. Again, it's a ridiculous and false claim that only exists to further unnecessarily jab at Barbie and propel this backwards-thinking message.

And then when she gets to the human world she is mocked even more. Sasha and her friends laugh at her when she claims to be Barbie and asks them to thank you for inspiring them, and then when she says she loves and wants to help women, Sasha aggressively informs her that EVERYONE hates women. This movie actually has a pretty nihilistic view of womanhood, when you think about it. The Barbie world is portrayed as an empowering world where women can achieve anything that they set their minds to, and aren't held back by sexism, causing them to have full power, reflecting the female fantasy that Barbie was always supposed to represent. But that's just a fantasy land, and is portrayed as cheesy and superficial. When Barbie gets to the real world, she is confronted with the supposed "reality" of being a woman, and comes to realize that it's not actually about empowerment and being smart and capable after all, but about suffering and never having your voice respected, and never having any power and freedom but instead losing your idealism and optimism as you age, causing her to break down in tears upon realizing how stressful it is to be a woman and that she never actually empowered them like she hoped. Seriously, whose idea was it to make Barbie constantly crying and miserable and incapable of doing anything on her own? Is this the Barbie I know? No, it's a pathetic, nonsensical knockoff. I'm telling you, they were TRYING to tear Barbie down.

This is especially true when Gloria gives her entire speech to Barbie about how contradictory and painful being a woman is, ending it with "not only are you doing everything wrong, but also, everything is your fault!" Come on! What is this? It's such a painful and harsh message to try to send through BARBIE of all things, that the essence of being a woman is just pain, pain, pain and guess what else? More pain! How being a woman sucks because all you do is get hated by everyone and treated as an object worthy of scorn and ridicule. It's just so unnecessarily cruel, how they violently ripped away any feminist empowerment Barbie was meant to possess in favor of forcing her into a depressive world where women have no rights or value, and had the nerve to portray this as "realistic", because obviously more negative automatically means more realistic, right?

Rather than provide a middle ground where women face hardships and adversity but are still capable of rising above their struggles and finding the strength within them to make their voices heard and get what they want in society, they opt instead for a stupid false dichotomy: the world is either a stupid frivolous Amazon utopia wrapped in pink and glitter with girl power up the wazoo or a bleak, heartless, and grey dystopia where nothing good ever happens to a woman and only men can do anything important. And it portrays the second one as clearly more realistic and the "better" option. Which, in doing so, sends the message that a world where women rule and are respected and have power and are encouraged to have ambition and pursue any goal they want in life...is unrealistic and impossible, if not outright deserving of scorn. It's so miserable and aggravating. When Barbie said "the cognitive dissonance required to be a woman under the patriarchy" I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. THAT'S how badly the movie annoyed me with its nihilistic and negative preaching. I watched the movie in two days and when I stopped watching it on the first day I felt such a frustrated, hollow feeling in my stomach. I felt so unsatisfied. Like, is this it? Is this all I can dream of having as a woman? All that praise this shitty capitalist crapfest received for being so feminist and eye-opening, ultimately led up to this? For real? So disappointing.

But that's not even the worst part. The worst part is when the movie introduces the KENdom, aka, when Ken brings about the patriarchy...and if the movie hadn't already been hot stinkin' ASS, this is when it would've REALLY started to drag, and where it REALLY reinforces the idea that women can never have any actual power and authority and must instead constantly suffer under the patriarchal status quo.

Ken comes back to Barbieland and introduces the other Kens and Barbies to the patriarchy and horses(ig no one told him that horses are a matriarchal animal, but whatevs), and within hours, revamps the world into a patriarchal hell, just like the real world(except it's portrayed as very childish and simplistic because the witers don't actually take the patriarchy seriously and think it's just "boys think girls have cooties".). And the other dolls instantly buy into it? First of all, am I really expected to believe that the Barbies, who have been established as champions of strength, power and dominance, and who have always ruled the Barbie world, would instantly and easily give in to Ken's brainwashing and allow all of their power to be ripped out of their hands, becoming the happy devoted sexy slaves of the Kens? You think they would casually be like "I for one, welcome our new male overlords!" and let the Kens have all the power? Am I really supposed to accept that shit? And am I also supposed to accept that the other Kens in Kenland, including the Asian one who competes with the white Ken over Barbie, would easily leap at the chance to oppress their female counterparts, rather than laugh at Ken for being silly and tell him to sit his ass down somewhere? Really? Don't piss me off.

The only way you could accept this series of unfortunate events as plausible is if you accept the fact that we're supposed to laugh at Barbieland for being a girl power feminist matriarchy in the first place. If we're meant to laugh at the women for being in power and at this imagined society for being so gynocentric and girl-positive, then of COURSE we're meant to laugh at them for getting their power ripped away that easily, as women could never hold power for so long realistically! Eventually the men would realize their true potential and make society work in favor of them! It's natural and inevitable! The Barbie movie said so!!! And so we watch as the intended "humorous" scenes go on and on, of the men happily running around, flaunting their muscles, and chugging down beers like it's going out of style, while the women happily submit to this newfound male authority, massaging men's feet and serving them drinks. Because obviously a matriarchy could never last long, women are so weak and fragile that any sense of power that they think they possess could easily be ripped away from them within a moment's notice. Peak feminism, everybody.

But it's cool, because eventually the Barbies prove me wrong. They DO get their power back, and establish their rights again. But how do they do it? Do they stage a coup and violently and angrily fight the Kens? Do they march for their rights, as real life feminists have done? Do they balance logic and emotion, as fat Barbie praised herself for doing in the beginning of the movie, and reason with the Kens that oppressing the Barbies is not the right thing to do? No, no, they...put on sexy skimpy outfits and pretend to be dumb bimbos so as to lull the Kens into a false sense of security and think that THEY are in control. And later on they let the Kens sing to them a song about how they want to control women, before turning them against each other by pretending to be in love with different Kens than the ones they were originally listening to. Are you kidding me? This is supposed to be a feminist revolution! But instead of actually using their genuine power to put the men back in their place, they instead use their feminine wiles and dumb themselves down so that the men can feel strong. It is literally leaning into the sexist trope that the only weapon women have, especially against men, is their sexuality, and that this is the only way that women can get their way. Despite this going against EVERYTHING that Barbie stands for! She is supposed to be a strong, smart, and capable woman who can do it all and look glamorous while doing it! She is NOT supposed to be a fucking femme fatale, vamp, or sex object!

So not only do they have their matriarchy easily ripped away from them, but they also are forced to abandon their actual female empowerment and instead conform to the patriarchal status quo to get ahead. By using their bodies, stroking men's egos, and allowing men to mansplain to them. Because the only weapons women are capable of using are the ones men gave us. Because women are just bodies. And this is portrayed as a GOOD thing. Seriously, two of the Barbies even high five each other as they trade Kens at the fireplace, as if to say, "go girl, you are doing it!" Like, seriously, are we supposed to see this as a girlboss moment? Because I sure don't. It's giving "weaponized femininity". It's giving "eyeliner so sharp it could kill a man". It's giving "men are visual creatures." It's giving "kill me with a chainsaw right fucking now because I'm done with this shit." Oh, and don't even get me STARTED on how the Kens have a violent manly war, while the women only get to flutter their eyelashes and use their sex appeal. Because men are strong, women are pretty. Of course.

And then the worst part in the entire movie, the part that really infuriated me and let me know that this movie was the antithesis of feminism, arrives...the Barbies get their matriarchy back and are in power again, and everybody cheers and is happy, except for Beach Ken, who runs away to go sulk. And then...Barbie...fucking apologizes to him. She apologizes to him for casting him aside and making him feel unwanted and unvalued, and even says outright, "not every night has to be a girl's night." Why the fuck, movie? Do you remember earlier in this post when I mentioned how Barbie blows off Ken to hang out with her female friends, because it's girls' night, and female friends matter more than a guy? Sisters before misters, and all that jazz? Well, fuck that. Near the end of the movie, Barbie ends up apologizing to Ken for having a girl's night all the time, as if she was a bad person for not seeing how much she owed him and not hanging out with him all the time when she simply didn't want to. Here we have a woman apologizing for putting her girl friends over a man. The man doesn't apologize for making women his and his brethren's personal slaves. The woman apologizes for making him feel the need to go there by not catering to him, by being too focused on herself to the point where she ignores him, by being so empowered and strong that she makes him feel overshadowed, dare I say, emasculated, and thus need to reassert his fragile, threatened masculinity.

Because this isn't a feminist movie, not really. This is an MRA movie. This is a movie that, rather than focus specifically on the women and their problems, brushes their problems under the rug so as to remind the audience that "men matter too" "men have issues too" "men also suffer under the patriarchy!" And other such claptrap. I don't understand why the fuck cishet Reddit incels/conservatives/right-wingers/other such reactionary groups hate this movie and think that it's anti-men when actually it is pro-men and aligns fucking PERFECTLY with their bullshit line of thinking. That feminism oppresses and victimizes men, that men are the REAL victims of sexism/oppression, that women being granted rights is ultimately more harmful to MEN, that women need to be nicer to and pacify men and apologize for having too much power, that we all need to be quiet and listen to MEN and their experiences more. And I FUCKING HATE that. MEN have been listened to ENOUGH. And I am SICK of being forced to include them and their viewpoints more. How about instead of centering the Kens, we focus more on the Barbies and exploring THEIR issues, and using THEM as templates to convey issues about misogyny? Instead of focusing on Ken and his issues and his unrequited love for Barbie??? Instead, it was made all about the Kens and how oppressed they feel because the women are at the top of the hierarchy, to the point where THEY got the fun little dance number near the climax, RATHER than the actual fucking BARBIES that this movie was NAMED after. Because last time I checked, this WAS the BARBIE movie. NOT THE KEN MOVIE!!!

Oh, and don't even get me STARTED on that shitty ass parallel the movie tries to pull between the Barbieland matriarchy and the real world patriarchy. The movie tries to make the claim that the Barbies being dominant and the most powerful in the Barbie world is just the same as men being dominant and the most powerful in the real world, because the Barbies oppressed Kens just like men oppress women in our world. It also tries to raise the point that the Kens felt insecure and overshadowed by the Barbies and were treated as second-class citizens, thus they installed the Kendom. AND I FUCKING HATE THAT comparison for two reasons. The first is that the Barbies never oppressed the Kens or treated them as inferior in any way. They were simply more important because...it's the BARBIE company. Not the KEN company. Barbies are toys meant to be sold to little girls to inspire THEM. So of course the women are going to be the ones in charge! Why is that such a bad thing?

And the second reason is because I haaaaate the dumb fucking trope of "matriarchy bad because woman oppressing man is just as bad as man oppressing woman!" that this movie and countless, endless other pieces of media also try to push. Like, do you know why female-dominated societies(particularly utopias/positively portrayed ones) are so often represented in media??? Because the world we live in is so heavily male-dominated in almost every society and culture, and has been this way for centuries!!! Sure, there are and have been a few matriarchal cultures in society, but they are few and far between. The overwhelming majority of the world is run by men! Sad but true! And this allegedly feminist movie is for real gonna sit down and tell me "okay, but we can't allow ourselves to dream of a world where women are the ones with positions of power and men are not the privileged ones"? Hell no, fuck that. This movie is giving multiple people, both men and women alike, the opportunity to argue that sexism against men is "just as bad".

But women should be allowed to dream of our matriarchy. We should be allowed to fantasize about a world where we are in charge. We should be allowed to dream about a world where we are protected, respected, and catered to, and can live freely and without fear and oppression, without being told to "think of the men." It doesn't mean that men should be abused, mistreated, or oppressed just like women are and have been. But then again, the Barbies didn't even do that either, like I said. This movie, in its shallow attempts to "critique" the matriarchy(lol) ends up reinforcing exactly why the two aren't comparable in the first place. When the Barbies were in charge, they didn't oppress the Kens or treat them as second-class citizens. They simply lived their lives, going about their day and having fun while pursuing awesome careers.

The Kens, on the other hand, actively oppressed Barbies when they were in charge. The second they were given power, they leaped at the chance to treat Barbies like garbage, the same way that they somehow believed that they had always been treated. They treated the Barbies worse than the Barbies ever actually treated them, to be quite honest. They were the real oppressors, not Barbies. It ironically enough sends the accidental message that the world actually IS better off with women in charge. Can you really blame the Barbies for taking their matriarchy back again(I certainly was happy when they did!)? But no. Instead, the movie expects us to sympathize with the Kens, after everything they've done, and tries to portray the idea of a matriarchy as "just as bad" as a patriarchy. And if that's not an EXCELLENT example of a false equivalence, then man, I don't know what is. Don't even get me started on the audacious slap in the face that was "the Kens will one day have as much power as women do in the real world." As if women got rights and seats in high office because they asked the men kindly? Barf.

And then at the end of the movie, Barbie of course leaves the false, silly matriarchal utopia to live as a boring ass regular human in the "real" world. She no longer gets to live in a world where she is fully liberated and empowered and not relegated to a lesser human being with lower status. She now must live in the "real" world, the hopeless, bleak, and oppressing real world where she will be faced with relentless misogyny and looked down upon by men and society. The movie could have had her form a bridge between the Barbie world and the human world, trying to mend the problems in both worlds while still staying true to who she is at her core. But instead, she is forced to say goodbye to her past life, abandon all her female friends and her old home, in favor of living in a world where she is denigrated to a second-class status in society. Because the female empowerment Barbieland trumped? Is a lie. Nothing short of a sweet, comforting lie designed to shield girls from the bleak and cynical realities that womanhood actually entails. Real womanhood is adorned with thorns at every corner.

But it's all right, because at least she gets to see the gynecologist! That's her ultimate ending. Not actually improving life for others and herself and making the world a more equitable place for women with the help of the other Barbies, as well as Gloria and Sasha. It's going to the gynecologist. Because having a vagina makes you a woman. Yay! Some people have tried to reclaim this as a trans metaphor, but I highly doubt a movie as shallow and lacking in intersectionality as this was aiming for anything near close to that. And it's a crying shame that this is what the movie thinks is an empowering and satisfying ending to Barbie's arc. How pitiful, sad, and pathetic.

It's such a shame, as well, because the Barbie movie could have actually had genuine critiques of the patriarchy and how it affects women without making everything out to be pessimistic and dreary, and without trying to center the Kens and coddle their male fragility. It could have discussed beauty standards and the expectations to always be conventionally attractive and perfectly presentable to a tee for women(something that Barbie has oft been criticized for, and with good reason, and has also been brought up in the movie too, but of course got dropped and barely mentioned again). It could have tackled gender norms and compulsory femininity, and showed Barbies who subvert or have complex/unique relationships with femininity(esp women of color and queer Barbies, who have different relationships to femininity than white and/or cishet women), even include some masculine/tomboyish/butch Barbies who aren't portrayed by the narrative as the butt of the joke. It could have used Weird Barbie to portray both of these messages and given her a more complex arc and concrete role in the narrative besides being just a comic relief character who gets called ugly all the time(by both other Barbies and herself, which is just sad, self-deprecation much?) and then at the end of the movie gets an apology thrown at her by President Barbie(and also, who was she before she became Weird Barbie? The movie doesn't say, and that is such a let-down, that we never get to know who she was before.).

They could have showed lesbian and sapphic and aroace Barbies, whose characters could be used to challenge amato/heteronormativity and compulsory heterosexuality. They could have explored what Barbie meant for women of color, trans women, fat women, disabled women, and mayyybe not? Cast a conventionally attractive white cis thin blonde woman as the main/regular Barbie? Especially if they were going to make that joke about how a woman who looks like that shouldn't be casted for a character who cries that she's ugly(which raises unfortunate implications as to what type of woman would be correct to cast in that role...but like every other genuine aspect of feminism in this movie, it gets forgotten about and erased as soon as it's brought up.) But they didn't do any of that. Because this is a white "feminist" movie written by a white woman and created in partnership with a capitalist company for one specific purpose: To sell toys.

Which wouldn't be as much of a problem if they didn't try to slap a feminist message on top of that, and then fail at delivering their message, hard, so hard in fact that they sideways-shuffle all the way into (trans)misogyny. For all the hype this movie gained(from the same people who will then turn around and silence genuine critique of the movie's shallow portrayal of feminism with "it's not that deep, it's just comedy, you shouldn't have expected Barbie to ACTUALLY be introspective and profound despite everyone claiming that it was!"), the actual contents therein gave us NOTHING to chew on. Just an empty parody of feminism that was more about the Kens than the actual Barbies, and portrayed suffering in silence and manipulating men with your looks as the ultimate pinnacle of womanhood.

I can't say I'm surprised. I'm just disappointed.

[army93bangya]

The Moon Goddess’s Chosen | MYG [M]

TEASER CHAPTER/CHAPTER 1

*Summary: Y/N has been sheltered and hidden within her pack her whole life. She is gifted and her father the alpha of the pack does not want her to find her mate and leave the birth pack. But not even he can stop her from attending the mate gathering between many packs every year to find one’s fated mate. Y/N is worried what her father will do should her mate find her and try to take her. Add in the revelation that the talked about fairly new pack Bangtan will be in attendance this year. Rumored to be ruthless and their alpha heartless, Y/N has every reason to be concerned and riddled with anxiety.

*Genre/Rating: Mature, 18+, Werewolf/Fated mates, eventual smut? 🤔🤷🏻‍♀️

*Warnings/Potential Triggers: Talks of Abuse, Mistreatment, Being Detained, Anxiety, Mention of Murder, Mention of plotting Murder, Slight mention of Rape, Possible future Smut,….more to be added in future chapters.

*Disclaimer: This work was written and owned by Army93bangya and there is no consent for anyone else to post it as theirs, this story is intended for entertainment purposes only, this story is a work of fantasy, seems a bit ridiculous to say but I do not own or have rights to BTS or the members and the characters in this story are a fictional interpretation of members.

*Notes: WHEW! I had an idea that I had written in the notes on my phone a few years ago and I decided to dust it off and work on a teaser chapter for it. This is my first time writing and posting fanfiction so I’m thinking of this as a pilot chapter with hopefully more to come. I will take constructive criticism and any pointers from seasoned authors who might happen upon this. But I would like to point out that I am a person behind this blog and do have emotions so please do not post hateful things just because. Thank you to anyone that sees this post and takes the time to give this chapter a chance. 💜💜

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This was the first year I am to join the mate gathering. My father had put off me attending for as long as he could with all unmated wolfs mandatorily having to go at the age of 18. I’m now 21 having missed three gatherings. He did not want me to be able to find a mate of course he wanted my power all to himself. He is a evil greedy alpha if one should even give him the respect of that title.

He often has kept me locked up and secluded sometimes even going so far as to starve me periodically if I was to get out of his view of the line that I should never cross or thus the consequences. It is extremely rare for a wolf to be imbued additional powers of the moon goddess. Usually these mage wolfs only come about once every 300 to 500 years. Very rare indeed. When one is discovered they are to be honored, celebrated, and protected as their rightful place as the moon goddess’s direct line and will is placed in this wolf. I’ve heard that the goddess will create the perfect alpha mate for her mage wolf. The perfect protector to care for and cherish her chosen. But I never asked for this, all this power has brought upon me is pain and suffering from the ones I call my pack and family.

My father’s next in line, the wolf he has chosen to lead the pack next has taken a particular interest in me. Darius can be quite cruel, he enjoys trying to make me feel weak. He wants me to submit to him and be his chosen mate. But one can only expect cruelty being groomed by a wicked man like my father. He was never gifted a mate and instead raped my mother and had her killed after my birth when she tried to run with me.

The counsel of alphas knew of my existence and nothing else, every year my father had made some excuse as to why I could not attend feigning that I had been attacked and was recovering or was ill and sickly. But this year some of my fathers enemy alphas had put there foot down and demanded my father produce his daughter just like all the other wolves and receive no more special treatment. So here I am, getting ready for the mate gathering with our camp a few miles from the meeting area. One would think I would be elated at the idea of finding a fated mate. Not everybody finds the one fated for them and if I could find mine he could take me away from my father and this pack who has always treated me like a valuable object hidden from the rest of the world. Because of that I am filled with anxiety and unease for tonight. My father and his tyrannical protégé will never let me leave the pack even if they have to put on false masks of deceit pretending to be elated if I am to be bestowed a mate, only to plot for the rest of the evening how to get rid of my mate before he can take me away.

My best friend and maid Maddie, also an unmarked she-wolf, usually has all the gossip for me. Tonight while helping me with my hair she isn’t disappointing. From her standing position behind me while I sit in-front of a mirror the gossip I am always eager to hear starts. “Apparently that newer formed pack will be here tonight. I glance at her face concentrated on my hair before responding. “What new pack?” Her face takes on a uneasy expression. “Well they formed a few years back. Their alpha is said to be joining the counsel as well during the gathering this year and he does not have a mate. I heard he is cold and merciless, he and his 6 betas had every single member of the crimson pack killed. They slaughtered them all. I heard instead of the usual excitement and joy that comes with a mate gathering, every single she wolf is terrified of this “bangtan” pack. Nobody wants to possibly be mated into that pack, and you know a male leaving his pack for his mate is rare. It’s just not traditional.” The very thought of being mated in that pack or goddess forbid this rumored malevolent alpha petrified me. If my mate was strong and smart enough to get me away from my birth pack I don’t know what I would do if it was to another wolf like my father and his heir.

“What is this alphas name so I know to stay clear of his presence as best I can? I do not want to gain someone like that’s attention.” She fidgeting with one of my curls that didn’t want to stay in place “It is said the moon goddess must have blessed him because his physically strength far exceeds a normal alpha. I wonder why the moon goddess would bestow such a gift to a wolf so ruthless.” She sighs before looking at me through the mirror “His name is Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

[fleshengine]

Rocky Horror Picture Show: I didn't like it

Here's the thing, I was mostly paying attention to the puzzle in front of me while I watched it, so I don't think I can call it disjointed and nonsensical in good conscience. When it comes to the actual content I feel like it's somewhere between what people who grew up in the suburbs desperately want to have happen to them, and what their parents are terrified of happening to them. A lot of perverts who don't really have an "in" into sexual communities want to be swept off their feet by a group of people in a sex dungeon. They don't want to have to give consent, they just want things to happen to them. At the same time, being enticed into a house with the promise of safety and being sexually assaulted and raped is something that a lot of conservatives and shit scaremonger about. Neither of these things really happen irl, if you want to be part of a kink scene you have to talk to people and very few people would even consider doing the shit Frank does without prior consent. It's a situation that's both hot and terrifying and is equal parts fantasy and nightmare. In this way, the story is a trans woman.

Anyway heeeyyyyy let's talk about that transmisogynistic stereotype huh? Frank N Furter who I will just call Frank now is like... everything about the stereotype. Intense makeup, evocative dancing, revealing outfits, rapist, violent, seductress, broad shoulders with a thin waste. It's really hard to fully articulate but basically Frank is everything people who fetishize transwomen want about us, and everything people who demonize us hate about us. Look, even down to the name he goes by being a joke about sausage.

It doesn't help that everyone in my life who has expressed a fondness for the movie hasn't been transfem, and I think that's because it makes us feel viscerally uncomfortable. Like, hey look there goes Mr. Transmisogyny raping a married couple and killing a man woohoo I love seeing what the wider public thinks of my existence! At the same time it's held up as a fucking... pinnacle of queer story telling, I've heard there's live productions on pride, and fucking monthly public viewings at theaters. It's ridiculous. I don't care if it was groundbreaking when it was made, or if it holds importance now, it has been made obsolete by the progression of queer rep. We don't have to enjoy transmisogyny anymore, we can just enjoy being trans. I know this is sort of shouting "stop having fun" at people, but I think this movie is harmful to have in the queer cultural zietgiest. I think it should belong in history, not something that you show to everyone you can because "it's so gay, you have to see it." It doesn't help that I saw it right before I saw Psycho for the first time which is also transmisogynistic and demonizes mental illnesses (that I have). No hate to the guy whose house I was at, but those were a combo my dude.

[kiefbowl]

I think the idea of "neoteny" in human females doesn't make any sense from a scientific or feminist stand point. I'm only bringing it up because I have seen it floating around radblr for the past year or so from a couple people as if it is, uh, fact (a scientist positing it doesn't make it fact...), and also at least one person brought it up to me on one of my posts criticizing "pretty privilege", again as if it was fact...

so here's my criticisms against the idea that men breed women (hated writing that) to be more childlike in their features intentionally, as I understand that to be what people are referring to as neoteny:

We aren't really that dimorphic of a species. The differences between men and women are noticeable to us, but when compared to the animal kingdom at large, we are very similar looking despite our different sexes.

It doesn't make sense that the choice of female partners would only affect female children. This doesn't add up with what we understand about genetics. If you are choosing women based on their big eyes and small heads or whatever the argument is, then men would also start to develop those features as well.

In order to massively affect the genetics of a species to that specific degree, you have to truly breed that species systematically. We only know this because humans do that. From breeding dogs to cows and anything in-between, it takes several generations to create a new breed of anything, and it takes large scale control, and it also doesn't make the old genetics disappear. Just because we have poodles doesn't mean german shepherds don't exist, etc. The human genome is the human genome, and if it becomes something else then that means another species has arrived...

From a feminist standpoint, we understand women do not control their reproduction (if you don't agree with this statement, you and I have a fundamental misunderstanding about feminism). To limit female control of reproduction, men have to be less selective about their female partners, not more. It makes sense for women to want to be choose-y, and for men to take that choice away by forcibly breeding as many women as possible, not as few.

Furthermore, we have endless proof that men are, in fact, not selective at all about their partners. Not only do the majority of women in the world get married, the majority of women have children regardless if they are married. Women are married off, regardless of what they look like, and made to bear children, and then men also divorce them and marry younger women to have more children, as well as have mistresses and girlfriends in which they also have children, and also rape in order to have children. In fact it is an act of war to forcibly impregnate woman on the "opposing side". How do men do this and then also be selective breeders?

I honestly felt silly even typing this up. Unless I have completely misunderstood what people are positing, this just feels like fantasy logic. Just because there are differences in the female and male body doesn't mean there is an inherent value in those differences. Women having, say, larger eyes than men generally doesn't mean it's not just a fact of nature. Any value or cultural interpretation is just that: cultural.

The idea of men "favoring" more youthful characteristics in women has a lot more to do with controlling women's behaviors through beauty rituals than actual human mating.

okay I'm done. you can yell at me if you want.

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Dark Fics: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week, we have nine fics that have some darker depictions of Shadowgast - dubcon, noncon, violence, and more. Mind the tags this week - and if you like them, comment and kudos!

Mirror-Colored by aboxthecolourofheartache (3668, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: There's no Shadowgast endgame. They care for each other, but we kind of see their chance for a deeper connection crash and burn (to their own despair).

From the tags: Emotional Manipulation, Trust Issues, it wouldn't hurt if it weren't real, two emotionally wounded sharks circling

Reccer says: The angst hurts so good! I found this through the Manipulation tag, and it hit my very specific narrative kink of characters using their genuine feelings in a manipulative, calculated way.

Hard Mouth by road_rhythm (72167, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

There's something in Caleb's dreams. It wants him to know that he's not alone. It wants him to know that he'll never be alone again. Elves don't dream, so all Essek can do is watch.

Reccer says: A classic for a reason - gripping and dark and tense, with amazing prose.

fulcrum by saturdaysky (2317, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Torture, Hurt No Comfort

Caleb does not make it free at the end of the Vergessen heist. Trent offers him a choice.

Reccer says: It's a thoroughly blended Caleb smoothie (and Essek is having a bad time too)

Unwise by verynotokay (13521, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent

In which Caleb and Essek are constantly doing fake-out betrayals to each other because mortal danger is sexy

Reccer says: Lots of power exchange, lots of ill-advised and severely under-negotiated kink that they're both in to

zwiefacher by VillainIHaveDoneThyMother (118171, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Rape/Non-con, Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent, Memory manipulation

Bren meets a drow that the martinet is keeping in his towers for the first time, without knowing they have met many times before

Reccer says: The memory manipulation and gaslighting from Bren's perspective is written beautifully, with the whole situation and Essek's view of it being so wonderfully messed up

Lacking in outcomes by mariadperiad20 (41886, Not Rated) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con

Caleb wakes up to Essek terrified of him and the nein hating him

Reccer says: Essek's actions are heartbreaking and so lovely and the twist had me so shocked in the best way

You can have my absence of faith by Anonymous (87745, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent, Male Pregnancy

Caleb finds out about Essek's old fantasies of being forced to carry eggs by a half drider, they decide to roleplay it using polymorph

Reccer says: The mix of filth and tender domesticity really make this fic! The contrast between Caleb as the drider and as the farmer is so fun

a moth-to-flame, helpless by Anonymous (3424, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Rape/Non-con, Omegaverse, Non-consentual drug use

Essek is an accomplished dunamancer and the most sought-after bachelor in the kingdom. Volstrucker Bren goes to extremes to extract his secrets.

Reccer says: Unfinished, but the first chapter is hot

Used and Forgotten Goods by LessAttitudeMoreAltitude (25012, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Rape/Non-con, Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent

An AU where Trent gets to fuck Caleb up even more. And then Essek finds him while in hiding and tries to help him (with very mixed success)

Reccer says: It hits hard. It's a fucking YIKES but the characterization really strikes the chord of "everyone trying their best" and "miscommunication for the worst"

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[breakableprincess]

do you ever start talking with someone who has a certain kink and can feel yourself get worse extremely fast? anyways now I've got this fantasy that won't get out of my head

WARNING: hard kinks, including: Detrans/Misgendering (trans woman), Rape/Non-con, Transfem Superiority, (Trans Inclusive) Misogyny, Sadomasochism. DONT LIKE, DONT READ.

Being a really bitchy and entitled young trans woman who got to transition early and now passes with no problems and has a voice that everyone loves, sharing a locker space with an older trans woman who took hrt much later in life and whose voice still betrays her often

This older woman would always share looks at the other girls in the locker room when she thought she wasn't watched, and being like I was I'd always think badly of her for it, but also I couldn't help but notice she would watch me much more intensely than anyone else

One day when no one else was around and she had been staring even more than usual I would get fed up with it and confront her

"I know what you're doing!!! Stop it!!!" "Huh, what? What do you want?" "You've been staring at the other girls all this time and especially at me!!! Do you think you're slick? Do you think you're being a great person??? It's because of people like you that I dont-"

At this point she takes a step towards me, confronting me

"People like me huh?? Do you want to elaborate on that, princess?"

Her voice coarse but sweet yet condescending all at the same time, I know I am getting threatened and, not wanting to lose the battle without even trying to fight back, I bark back without thinking:

"You- you- you're acting just like some sort of man with tits!"

Ah fuck. As soon as I say that I raise my hands to my mouth in shock. I can't believe I said something so hurtful, no matter how creepy she'd been towards me and the other girls

She looks flabbergasted but takes another step towards me, locking me between herself and the wall behind me

"Oh hoho? Is that what you really think of me, huh?"

She says, grabbing me by my shirt before slamming me violently to the wall behind me

"I-i-i'm so sorry!!! I really didn't mean to i-"

"Oh no sweetheart, I don't think you fully understand your position here. You have to shut the fuck up."

Her frame much larger than mine, towering over me, making me feel small and useless

"You think you've got it all figured out don't you? You think you can escape the hate of the world just by blending in and acting like a precious little girl, don't you??? Well don't think you can escape me. I know what you are, what you truly are."

She shoves me to the ground in one swift motion

"You are a pathetic,"

She kicks me

"disgusting,"

She bends down to grab me again and puts me on all fours

"freak!"

She lowers my skirt

"Someone who would throw away all the love for your community,"

And my panties

"just so you get to feel like a member of society at large!"

She grabs a nice feel of my ass

"And since you want to act like some sort of cissy girl,"

She removes her pants and I can feel her cock near my entrance

"I'll show you what 'men with tits' do to transphobic cissies like you."

I take a deep breath, resigned to what's about to happen. Maybe like this I will learn respect one day...