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why marvel hates stucky? because Captain America is (should be) a man
let's be real. Marvel isn't erasing stucky, they are merely erasing Bucky from Steve's storyline, not the other way around, they even went so far as to canonly admitting that Steve's Bucky's homecoming. why can they tolerate a possibly queer Bucky but not Steve? because to them, Steve Rogers is Captain America and Captain America is this white, straight, masculine national hero who embodies the traditional male fantasy. Bucky is just a sidekick that no one gives a fuck about while Sam is never gonna be the real Cap. bucky is the 'other' and by nature he is not important, he is put in a inferior position and his femininity (being queer) is slightly more acceptable than steve's.
what's funny is that, only Bucky saw Steve Rogers when the whole damn world sees Captain America. Bucky Barnes is the one that makes Steve Steve, as long as Bucky exists Steve can't be the hypermasculine icon Marvel wants him to be. why? bc it's in the fucking narrative. in this sense, Bucky Barnes is the only thing that stands in between Steve and the erroneous reading and presentation of Steve's character. So, he has to be removed.
and I'll expand that on the stomper or whatever knockoff ironman suit they put him in in WhatIf
there's a wonderful meta about why Steve is a feminine character. his masculinity isn't born but made and he was objectified and ridiculed for it. that artificial masculinity gave him the feminine experience and that's what makes him fascinating as an ostensibly hypermasculine hero. this dichotomy between Steve and Captain America created by that body is one of many reasons why Steve ≠ Captain America. by putting him in that suit, they are emulating masculinity with a giant piece of metal and tech that has phallic analogies written all over.
and that makes Steve, what? a knockoff tony stark? bc tony at least designed the thing. Steve is just a dude borrowing it. there's no depth and certainly no positive gendered reading came out of it. he becomes this simplistic male hero fantasy (like ironman). then, Marvel swapped Steve and Bucky's storylines but lost all the nuances because bucky is also heavily female-coded, especially his suffering as the winter soldier. the cartoon has none of that.
marvel is entirely ignorant as to why the Cap trilogy the best Marvel movies and steve&bucky the best characters, and they wonder now why steggy isn't well received. erasing Bucky from Steve's plot just makes the character boring. stucky isn't popular (entirely) bc they were played by cute white guys. it's bc their relationship adds depth, GENDERED DEPTH, to them and that's relatable to all the women that made the fandom so goddanm influential. Steve Rogers isn't your white male fantasy no matter how hard you try.
#bucky barnes#steve rogers#stucky#stevebucky#what if#marvel#marvel mcu#what if...?#anti steggy#I'm not even touching the blatant homophobia at play here#because masculinity and homophobia always go hand in hand#I hate that they put steve in that travesty metal suit#they erased everything that made steve appealing to female audiences#and called it feminism?#what the actual fuck#anti MCU#stucky is in the narrative
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a little bit scandalous.

pairing: dom!arlecchino x fem!reader
context: you just want your husband to pay attention to you.
cw: mild exhibitionism, carriage sex, dick sucking, riding, arle‘s fat fucking dick, unprotected sex, pet names, slight degradation, a bit homophobia at the beginning, arle playing poker makes me feel things, i also love giving side characters stupid names
word count: 3.7k
art credits: drunken my boss
you needed to stop agreeing to accompanying her on such lavish events.
the orchestra feels dull.
the food is medium at best. too extraordinary for your taste.
„no, my husband is not the „man“ of the house, neither is she wearing the „pants“ in our marriage. (you are)“, and the conversations fucking sucked.
you had no idea how you ended up in this… circle of married housewives where the only conversation topics seem to revolve around cooking, men and how you could ever be married to a woman.
said woman was seated just a few meters ahead at a table with other businesspeople alike, playing a round of poker and by the looks of it, she was winning as always. you noticed the lack of amusements in the faces of her conversation partners, they were doing more than just passing around cards and chips.
and you were stuck with-
„she dresses so masculine… are you sure you‘re not looking for a man if you’re married to… her?“
god‘s above.
„pretty sure i‘d know if my taste happened to be as awful as yours. are you sure you‘re not looking for a divorce if your husband cheats on you minimum once a week?“, you rolled your eyes at the gasp running through the small crowd of women at the table.
„if you‘ll excuse me now, i‘ll be heading back to my woman.“, without responding any further to the shocked faces surrounding you, you shoved yourself back from the table and got up on your feet.
arlecchino overheard the clacking of your heels against the polished marble floor over the orchestra and the chatter surrounding her. this deal was running smoother than she‘d originally thought it would.
it was only when a pair of delicate hands placed themselves on her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze, that she noticed your presence. the soft scent of your perfume told her it wasn‘t necessary to turn around.
she felt your hot breath hit her ear next.
„ma cherie… i would like for us to leave…“, you ignored the annoyed looks the sudden display of affection towards your spouse earned you.
arlecchino did not bother to face you as the nail of her thumb scratched over the ace card of the royal flush she was currently holding.
„my love, i fear you‘ll have to wait until i wrapped this deal up… or you take the carriage back home without me… either way i can‘t leave yet…“, putting her poker hand down, a few groans ran through the table at her… third victory in a row. two servants moved around the table as they gathered up the scattered cards and chips.
her lack of attention to you and the almost indifferent tone she handled you with only added to your frustration.
you only bothered attending because she invited you and now she can’t even leave with you?
but given the audience you decided against a sharp remark, merely stepping back from her, „fine then. i‘ll go get the carriage ready then. ladies, gentlemen…“, you nodded at the table as you bid your farewell and left for the exit without another word. your husband didn‘t miss the sharp tone you sprinkled over your words, she suppressed the urge to rub the bridge of her nose as she waved a fatui agent over.
„make sure she gets home safely. i don’t care if she wants an escort or not. i want my wife home safe and sound.“, crimson eyes fixed on the broad shouldered man following you outside before she turned her attention back to the deal at hand.
she didn’t spare the servant a glance who handed out the chips to each participant, „my apologies for the interruption. we were just talking about the shares of your project, right madame cornhead?“, said woman only nodded as she took a sip of her third wineglass of the evening.
„well, in order to keep us hooked into the deal i‘d say a good 30% of those shares will be flowing right into your support for the fatui. quality has to be rewarded, does it not?“
a few approving nods and hums rumbled through the table. wow, no bitching around for once? that‘s a new one. she could totally get used to this.
„let‘s make it 40%, how about that? as a little… thank you for your cooperation with us.“
„that is-“
„i‘m sorry to interrupt you once again…“, slender hands ran down her chest from behind as she felt your cleavage hit her neck, „i can‘t just leave without bidding my husband a proper goodbye…“, pressing a gentle kiss behind her ear, arlecchino barely oversaw whatever you kept in your right hand, „don‘t stay out for too long, you know i don‘t like sleeping alone…“
as much as she hated being interrupted during negotiations, she‘d never turn you away. a black hand came up to cup your cheek as she presses a kiss to the other one, „i‘ll make sure of it, my love.“
but then her breath hitched at the sudden pressure applied to her crotch before you stepped back. the smirk tugging on your painted lips almost straight from the abyss itself and the knave knew something was off.
eyes darting back down to her crotch- her heart almost set out a beat at the surprise resting between her thighs. blood rushing straight to her dick.
red.
lacy.
oh, you were done.
it was your red lacy slip that you just laid down in her lap in broad daylight.
with a wet stain.
she snatched up the fabric with an almost inhuman speed, praying to whatever deity sitting above the skies that nobody got wind of the fact that the knave‘s wife was walking around with nothing underneath her dress.
you were as quickly gone as you came.
leaving her with not only just your underwear but a fucking painful ache between her legs as well. and then the wheels in arlecchino’s head started to turn.
should she stay professional and ignore your obvious intentions, wrap up this meeting and then come home to pay you back tenfold?
or should she follow her di- i mean heart and leave with you?
her answer is obvious.
„…ladies. gentlemen. i fear i have to depart sooner than expected.“, in one single motion she stood up from the table, her sharp heels clicking against the floor when a servant helped her with putting her coat on.
„but about the-“
„i‘ll schedule a separate meeting to further discuss our plans with your organization. i will take care of the costs for transportations. have a nice evening.“, and with that the knave departed as she followed your footsteps outside.
you just sat yourself down onto the satin bank of your carriage. the servants already lit up the candles inside prior to your departure so it was fairly cozy compared to the snowy weather drowning the area in a soft cape of white, allowing you to shed out of your fur coat when the doors were opened. slowly. her white hair came first into view before you crossed eyes with a pair of crimson x‘s.
you paid her little attention as she sat down opposite of you, „changed your mind, hm?“, your hand fidgeted a little pocket mirror out along with a light pink lipstick.
when you were fixed on touching up your lips, the carriage started to get moving, for a while arlecchino stayed silent. watching you. observing you. from time to time her gaze would wander outside the windows, appreciating the beautiful scenery before it found your face once again.
she was planning something.
the thought of you being bare underneath that dress of yours sending sparks of desire down her spine. you knew exactly what you were doing. and she wasn‘t having it. she didn‘t mind you mingling with her concentration while doing tedious tasks such as paperwork, reviewing mission reports, etc., but messing with her like this in public when she‘s got important stuff on her hands… maybe she spoiled you a bit too much lately.
„come here.“, with a pat on her lap she signaled you exactly where she wanted you.
„can‘t you see i‘m busy-“
„i said come here.“
something dropped in your stomach. or pussy. you couldn‘t tell.
she didn‘t wait until you sat down, straight up grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you onto her lap. gasping slightly as you felt the tent in her pants pressing right against your uncovered folds. truth be told, the way she was staring holes into you earlier caused you to grow wet at the bare thought of what would be awaiting you at home. but you did not expect her to take action now.
„b-but the coachman outside-“
„you placed your slip into my lap at a table with at least 20 other business partners, but the coachman is suddenly too much?“, you could feel her hands running up your thighs, pushing the fabric up along the way to reveal the bloody stockings you choose to wear tonight. her nails tracing the lacy hem that ended a bit above your knees, sending goosebumps over your boiling skin.
„th-that was something different..“, you couldn‘t help but fixate on those black fingers pulling and playing with the fabric. they didn‘t dare wander any further up. as if she was restraining herself.
„right, because almost humiliating both you and me is much worse. don‘t you ever think before acting? i thought you were such a smart girl, and yet you almost jeopardized a whole deal. and for what?“, strong hands now gripping onto your thighs to push you down on her aching bulge with sharp nails, digging into your soft flesh, „answer.“
the sudden course of action caused you to slightly moan, placing one hand on her shoulder as the raw look edged into her face turned you on way more than it should.
„i-i don‘t know- the lack of a-attention got o-on my nerves…“, a dark red spread across your cheeks at your confession. you did not expect her to come home with you, let alone end up on her lap like this.
she almost scoffed at your reasoning. wasn‘t she showering you in attention enough already?
dresses, accessories, flowers, vacations. anything you wanted, she got you in the blink of an eye. and she never expected anything back. why should she? you‘re her wife. her most prized possession. the cure to her oh so cursed existence. never in her life would she ever think about getting something back from you. that‘s just what she‘s used to, what she wants. to give and not receive anything in return.
and yet…
„get on your knees.“, strong hands shoving you off of her lap.
„what-“
„don‘t make me repeat myself. if you can act like a slut in public, i‘ll treat you like one in private.“
you were kneeling before her in no time. eyes on the same height as her crotch now as you watched her hands unbuckle her belt. not daring to look up at her as you prayed that she couldn‘t hear your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest.
you were nervous. for the first time in ages you were nervous about what‘s going to happen next to you and it was exciting you to the point you had to press your thighs together to momentarily stop the painful ache between them.
watching her slightly lift her hips up to pull her pants below her dick, your mouth was almost watering at the sight of her dripping with precum. the black arrow running along her lighter shaft already glistening in the candlelight.
„do you require an invitation?“, her sharp tone cut through the tense air like butter and shot right down into your core, „it‘s not going to suck itself.“
„no… n-no no, i don‘t need one…“, allowing yourself one last intake of air before you slowly bent over, placing both hands on her spreaded thighs and started by licking her from her base up to her tip.
she tasted a bit sweet today, a strong contradiction to the cold stare she eyed you down with her chin resting on her hand.
she used her other hand to put a few lost hair strands back behind your ear and then grabbed a good handful of them.
„open up.“, nudging your head against her as a clear command. you shakily exhaled and licked over your lips a last time before you wrapped them around her tip. and you were pushed down until your nose hit her hairy base almost immediately. eyes threatening to tear up at the sudden invasion of your throat as you tried to not gag on her while she kept you pressed down. not moving. just burying her cock inside your mouth.
„breathe through your nose. we have done this plenty of times before. come on.“, her nails gently scratched over your scalp in order to soothe you- and it worked.
„there, there… good girl…“, and she started to move your head. slowly at first. observing you for any signs of being overwhelmed but you took her so well. those pretty pink lips were such a cute contrast to her blackened skin. arlecchino had to bite down on her tongue in order to keep any sounds from leaving her lips as she dragged you on and off her cock. shaft already drenched with your saliva, soft gags and sloppy wet sounds filling the small carriage.
„do you have any idea how pathetic you look with my dick in your mouth?“, a rhetorical question. you did look pathetic.
but lord, you took her so well, even tho you gagged softly anytime her tip hit the back of your throat, your nails digging into her thighs as you let her fuck your mouth however she pleased unti you felt the sticky fluid spreading over your tongue. otherwise she didn‘t let you know how she just climaxed. she masked her face too well for that.
despite the taste, the texture always made it difficult for you to swallow but you knew refusal would not sit well with her so you let her push you off of her to swallow correctly.
„mhm… get that all down. i don‘t want to see even the slightest remains.“, she watched the thick string connecting your plump lips to her tip snap as you were busy with getting everything down. the feeling of her cum running down your throat sent a shiver running down your spine but you managed and opened your mouth for her to look. even stuck out your tongue.
your husband leaned a bit down to you to properly inspect your mouth, but she seemed pleased with the result.
„good job… now get back up here.“
you got back up on aching legs, trembling slightly as you wanted to sit down on her lap again, „n-not done- ah-“, you yelped at the end suddenly snaking underneath your dress before her fingers glided over your slickness. my fucking god you were beyond soaked to your inner thighs, it was almost humiliating.
„just how i thought. my wife gets off on me using her like my own personal sextoy. who would have thought.“, that same hand now grabbed onto your ass to pull you down on her with the tip now pressing directly against your dipping hole.
„come on, sit down.“
„c-completely…?“
„am i implying anything else?“, just as you were about to answer, the carriage seemed to hit a pothole on the street, accidentally causing the first two inches to slip inside at impact and for you to hold onto her shoulders for dear life.
she never had to hold back a chuckle so bad.
„a-ah- that was… u-unfair-!“
„ah, yes… having to sit on your husband‘s dick is truly the worst fate that could have ever hit you.“, you shot her a glare and she rolled her eyes as you proceeded to fully take her in, it was getting seemingly harder with each cm that passed past your g-spot and you were already panting over her by the time you fully sat down. her tip nestled against cervix and the harsh movements of your coach was doing little to help you adjust.
„the ride isn‘t going to take forever. i‘d suggest you start moving, my dearest.“, oh she wasn‘t planning on moving even the slightest bit. you‘d have to do the job yourself.
„you want me to… do it myself…?“, in slight disbelief you watched your husband open a bottle of champagne one-handed before filling herself up a glass of the alcoholic beverage.
„shall i write it out for you on a formal invitation?“
now that‘s a new one. you weren‘t used to… putting effort in when you were on the receiving end. but you wouldn’t let that stop you.
„oh…? not even complaining?“, she raised an eyebrow at you as you started to move her hips over her, trying to find a somewhat enjoyable rhythm for you. merely shaking your head while you whimpered at the unpleasant feeling inside you. this was harder than you thought, the pace was too slow for your liking and it was nearly impossible to hit any good spots like this.
„a-arle… c-could you please help…“, hands moving over into her neck as you almost whined.
„help?“, she sighed as she took the first sip of her champagne, humming slightly at the taste as she merely placed a hand on your hip, „not even thirty seconds have passed and you‘re already whining? you learn by doing, so no. i will lend a hand when i’m seeing fit for it but all i see right now is a spoiled princess who is too used to her husband pampering her. move.“
her harsh answer almost forced tears into your eyes. not because it hurt, but because she was kind of right. you weren‘t used to her denying you. ever. and that frustrated you more than it should, even embarrassed you.
„th-that‘s not fair…“, you tried out a more rocking motion now, which at least felt slightly better.
„i am being very fair right now. i could also end things right here and send you straight to bed once we get home, with no one to take care of your needs. but i‘m not doing that now, am i?“, her fingers on your hips tapped against your skin in all almost mocking manner as she brought the glass to her lips once again.
you stayed silent. why does she always have to be right after all? she luckily didn‘t comment on your lack of words and just proceeded to watch you with an almost bored look on her face.
„you need to bounce.“
„wh-what…-“, you groaned, thighs already working against you.
„you need to bounce on my dick, love. what are you expecting from these… motions? a tickle? lift up your hips and then let yourself back down. come on, try it and then i may consider helping you.“
that sounded… exhausting, but you had like- no other choice, so you obliged. lifting yourself a bit up before almost dropping straight back down and… it felt good. very fucking good. so good that you immediately repeated yourself. and again. and again. each time only forcing your moans to grow louder, leaning your head into her neck and wrapping your arms around her instead as the desperation started to get the better of you. you needed that orgasm just as much as oxygen if not even more. even the thought about coachman outside possibly hearing your sounds of pleasure did only add to the knot building up in your stomach. but it wasn‘t enough. something was still missing.
„peru- p-peruere please-“, you breathed against her skin. a whimper slipping out with your words. you completely overheard her own heavy breathing and how she quite literally had to restrain herself in order to not fuck you dumb and stupid before you even got home.
„please what…? be more specific. use your words, my love…“, she gently patted your back, kissing your cheek as she only slightly started moving her hips against yours.
„p-please fuck me- ‘m sorry f-for earlier- j-just plea-“, a moan ripped through the air as she thrusted her hips up into you, immediately hitting your weak spot, just like you needed it. nails dug and pulled at the expensive fabric of her suit. the straps of your dress hung loose around your arms, as she fucked you within an inch of your life. dragging her cock in and out of your soaking cunt and you could faintly hear her groaning against your clenching pussy before the knot in your abdomen finally loosened up and you creamed nicely around her dick for all you were worth. you couldn‘t help but feel your thighs starting to shake from the impact and as if that wasn‘t enough already, you felt her load paint your insides next.
no words were uttered. just your joined heavy breathing was to be heard in the small space. the windows fogged up, making it impossible to see what could be going on outside.
she kept you pressed down on her when you wanted to get off, nuzzling a bit deeper into the crook of your neck.
„s'il te plaît reste comme ça encore un peu, ma fleur…“
„please stay a little longer like this, my flower…“
you sunk back down against her chest, resting your head on her shoulder as something akin to comfort washed over you.
the both of you stayed silent for a good few minutes, just enjoying and bathing in each other’s presence
„what did you do with my panties…?“
you could hear her hand starting to fidget something out of her pocket.
„safekeeping them of course.“, she pressed a gentle kiss to your check as she placed your panties next to you.
maybe you will keep accompanying her on more events.
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Headcanon:
Travis liking a guy
Request: Yes or No
Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader
CW/TW: Typical Yellowjackets warnings, mentions of grief and parental loss, minor internalized homophobia, implied sex toward the end
feeling iffy about this one but i couldn't for the life of me do a oneshot
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Travis has always struggled socially. He's the solitary quiet kid in the back of the class with his head down and a permanent scowl on his face forced to watch his parent's impending divorce without having anyone to talk to about it. He's the kid who got bullied and learned the only way to escape it was by making others avoid him, leaving him in an even ditch of loneliness. His father's job at the school and his traditional views only help stew the resentment and anger bubbling in his chest.
His reputation at school precedes him, whether it's as Coach Martinez's cruel son or 'Flex', and it frustrates him to no end. He wants more than that. He wants friends; he wants to be invited over to others' houses to escape his own; he wants to sneak out his bedroom window to meet up with someone; he wants to so desperately share his loneliness with someone; he wants to be held. He watches his classmates effortlessly join cliques and fall in love and feels as if he's on the outside staring in.
Until one school day when he's late for class and the teacher reprimands him in front of the whole class so tears threaten to sting the back of his eyes but crying is for girls so he knows his father would scoff at the sight of him and his hearts beating too fast and- a hand, gentle and warm, is set on his shoulder.
"Travis?"
The voice is soft and filled with warmth. Travis recognizes it immediately without having to glance at the person he's sitting next to and for a moment, he's completely and utterly shocked that (Y/N) Taylor, of all students, would know him.
Travis glances at him, from the corner of his eye at first, before he forces himself to look at the football player. (Y/N) smiles at him and Travis searches for the slightest hint of something mocking or mean in it. He finds none.
"Mr. Baldwin's a dick." (Y/N) says sympathetically and Travis naturally braces himself for the punchline, for the rug to be violently ripped from underneath him. But it never comes. "I hear his wife's leaving him, though, so I guess karma's a bitch." His eyes crinkle with an amused smile before he leans back into his seat and pulls his hand away from Travis's shoulder.
Travis can't focus for the rest of the day. (Y/N)'s touch lingers on his shoulder, and the fuzzy feeling that invades his stomach sends him spiraling.
Travis was raised with traditional views: the man of the house provides while the wife cleans, cooks, and takes care of the children, anything less than that is wrong. Men are supposed to be strong, confident, and masculine who go into hard-working jobs, find a pretty wife, and have children. So, when he begins to get butterflies around (Y/N), it propels him into a world of confusion.
He likes girls. He likes slim girls and curvy girls. He likes funny girls and sweet girls. He likes looking at the nude bodies of women in the magazines he keeps hidden underneath his bed. He can never bring himself to even glance in the direction of women's underwear in stores unless he risks having to rush to the bathroom because of teen hormones. He can't understand why he begins seeking (Y/N) out in the locker room after gym class or why he lingers near the football field during training. He likes girls.
He knows about gay people, everyone does, but he's also heard his father spew enough things about them to know it's not something he should even dare bring up at home. He tries finding solace in the fact he's not doing anything wrong if he likes girls... but every time he tries to focus on one of the pictures in his magazines, (Y/N)'s face flashes in his mind.
It's hell for Travis. He can't focus, he can't understand, and it frustrates him. It makes him snappy and mean and every time he gets home from school he stomps right past his perplexed mother and groans into his pillow until he needs to come up for air. He convinces himself that avoiding (Y/N) is the solution but by the time he comes to that conclusion, the WHS girl's soccer team is set for nationals and his father refuses to let him stay home.
Fucking father-son bonding time. It's too little too late in his opinion. And, because Travis is the unluckiest guy in the world, he comes to learn (Y/N) was forced to accompany his sister on the trip to Seattle when he spots him stepping into the plane. (Y/N) greets him with a smile but he sits beside one of the girls instead of beside him, and Travis despises the jealousy that bubbles in his stomach. He watches them interact until the plane's plummeting into the wilderness.
Travis's feelings are put on momentary hold while he collects himself. His father's dead, and every mean thing Travis ever thought or said about him fills him with regret. He's overwhelmed, too overwhelmed to deal with his brother's emotions while trying to juggle his own. Emotions aren't his strong suit. Emotions are something he shoves down and ignores until they erupt at the worst moments. He snaps and bitches and complains and sits in regret afterward.
When (Y/N) glares at him for the first time, he finds a spot far from the others and cries. Embarrassment grapples him immediately, because why the fuck is he crying over some guy not liking him but he can't help it. Everything is too much for him and the one person who treated him with kindness not liking him sends him over the edge.
Things begin looking up when they find the cabin, and then again when he makes amends with Natalie Scatorccio. She allows him to soften up, to lower down his walls, and reconsider everything his father taught him. She's too observant and she notices something's up almost immediately.
Travis can't focus.
Natalie's talking to him about something, some complaint about Jackie and her attitude, but her words flow in one ear and right out the other. He can't focus on anything, really. Not Natalie, not the twittering birds above them, not the rustling of the branches rubbing together, not the girls chatting animatedly a few feet away. His body remains stiff and his eyes locked on the boy waiting by the cabin's porch.
Shauna hit an artery while cutting their latest kill and it'd sprayed blood all over (Y/N). She lingers by him, fiddling with her hands and blurting out an apology every few minutes while he cleans the crimson droplets from his face and arms. The blood isn't what fills his head with white noise, it's the fact he's gone shirtless because Van told him to wait while she searches for a shirt for him.
Travis's throat tightens when he feels a simmer of disappointment once Van stumbles outside flinging a shirt in her hand. He isn't supposed to be disappointed.
"Travis?"
"Huh? Yeah?" Travis blinks at Natalie and offers his best apologetic half-smile when she deadpans, his eyes unwillingly flickering back toward (Y/N). "Something about Jackie and, uh..."
Natalie lifts a single brow, far from impressed, and tilts her head toward the porch where his eyes keep gravitating to. "You know, you can talk to him, right? He won't bite."
"You think he wants to talk to me?" He scoffed at the very idea. "C'mon, Nat."
"We're not in high school, Travis. He's not Wiskayok's star football player anymore, he's just (Y/N) Taylor, the poor guy who got adopted into the Taylor family." Natalie brushes back some of her bleached blonde hair and watches (Y/N) for a little while longer before her lips draw into a wide grin. Travis's stomach drops in a heartbeat.
Without saying a word, Natalie stands up and flings the rifle over her shoulder. She reaches down toward him and grabs a fistful of his shirt, promptly forcing him to stand up with a stagger and reluctantly follow after her as they make their way through the small clearing until they reach the porch.
Travis stands behind her, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot and dreading whatever idea Natalie has conjured up on a whim. (Y/N) tilts his head at them like a puppy and Travis feels his knees buckle.
"(Y/N), Travis and I were thinking since you're the one with the most potential, we should give you shooting lessons. Just in case one of us can't go out hunting." Natalie suddenly cringes and brings her hand to her lower abdomen, her acting impressive enough that it makes Travis worry for a split second. "I'm getting cramps, though, so Travis offered to give you the lessons by himself until I feel better. Right, Travis?"
His eyes flicker back and forth between Natalie's shit-eating grin and (Y/N)'s confused smile. Natalie raises her brows expectantly and widens her eyes at him, subtly nodding toward (Y/N). Travis weakly nods. "Y-Yeah," Fuck. "I, uh, yeah, I-I can teach you." He clears his throat and folds his arms over his chest. "I'm not going to baby you, though." Natalie rolls her eyes.
"Uh, okay." (Y/N) lets out a short laugh and shares a glance with Shauna, his brows twitching downward briefly before he looks back at them and shrugs. "Whatever I can do to help out more, I'll take it."
"Great!" Natalie shoves the rifle into Travis's chest. "Good luck."
Travis is shit out of luck and is positive he's making a fool of himself the second they disappear into the trees surrounding the cabin. His grip on the rifle is hard and he stares at the ground most of the time because flirting isn't something he can do without getting mocked and he has no idea how to ask another guy if he likes guys. Travis can barely handle dealing with girls up close, he's certain he's losing his mind when (Y/N)'s arm brushes against his.
Travis does, however, know how to shoot a gun and he forces himself to focus once they reach the area he and Natalie often use for practice. His mind promptly fills with that white noise when his hands go over (Y/N)'s to adjust them into the proper positions. His heart thrums in his ears and he's so sure he's going to do something dumb that he feels compelled to blurt out something mean just to make himself feel better. But he resists.
"Damn." Travis whistles, impressed. There's only one empty can standing out of five and Travis can't help but wonder why he opted out of becoming a hunter in the first place. "You barely need the practice."
"Yeah," (Y/N)'s voice sounds strained and when Travis looks back at him, he spots the sheepish smile on his face. "Blood makes me squeamish. Shauna was actually trying to do some, uh, exposure therapy. It's why she felt so bad about what happened." His shoulders shake with a laugh and Travis can only smile like an idiot at the sound of it.
Because they're in the wilderness and things are far from normal, Travis has to improvise how he goes about trying to befriend (Y/N). It's hard, primarily because he's never gone out of his way to become friends with someone. Most of the time, he fucks up and they go running in the other direction. But (Y/N)'s too polite and Travis is determined to at least become his friend, if not more.
He tries to hunt and forage for the things (Y/N) likes the most, so much so it annoys Natalie. He's not good with words and physical touch so soon and so publically sounds like hell to him, so he resorts to gift-giving and spending time with (Y/N). He seeks his approval, yearns for it really, and it's so embarrassing but worth it when he gets a smile and praise.
Eventually, with constant egging from Natalie, Travis finally seeks him out when he's alone.
"What's up, Trav?" (Y/N) greets him, his happiness so infectious Travis waves at him until he catches himself and internally groans. He wants to be cool, he needs to be cool. It's hard when just looking at (Y/N) makes his insides all fluttery. "Did you need something?"
"No, I, uhm.." Crap, what was it that Natalie told him to say? "I.. I wanted... I.. I have something I.." Travis wants to walk into the lake and never resurface. At least death would spare him the hell of confessing his feelings. He scratches the nape of his neck and shuffles closer to where (Y/N) is plucking berries from a bush. "I.. I.."
(Y/N) smiles at him sweetly and Travis gives a quiet sigh. His fingers fidget with each other, fingertips pressing and brushing over the wrinkles on his knuckles while his eyes jump back and forth between the ground and his face.
(Y/N) stands up, his makeshift basket forgotten on the forest floor, and closes the distance. Travis's instincts tell him to step back but his brain and heart refuse to. He freezes and stares wide-eyed at him.
He swears he almost falls over when (Y/N) kisses him. It takes him a moment to react, to realize he's not dreaming and this is actually happening. When (Y/N) begins to pull away, Travis chases after him, his lips clumsy and movements awkward as he tries to figure out where to put his hands. He settles for clutching the collar of (Y/N)'s jacket and practically melts when (Y/N)'s arms wrap around him securely.
His face is burning hotter than the sun glaring down at them but his body is buzzing with life and giddy when they pull back. (Y/N) smiles at him again, this time more teasing, and he bumps their noses together.
"You're not very subtle, Martinez."
Travis is on cloud nine. He's nicer, kinder, more empathic, and quite frankly, it weirds out the girls but they much prefer this version of him over the snarky and mean-spirited boy they boarded the plane with. Travis has never been in a relationship before but he finds it quickly addictive. He gets to sneak around, steal glances and share secret smiles, have inside jokes no one else gets. It's invigorating for him.
Because this is his first relationship ever, it's foreign territory for Travis and he mostly goes off what he's seen or heard prior to the crash. His gifts come in the form of flowers, he makes sure (Y/N) is the first to get a plate after the food is cooked, and he's quick to snap when one of the other girls gets an attitude with him. Travis is protective, he can't help it. He wants what's best for (Y/N).
The relationship is largely kept secret until doomscoming when Tai and Van announce their relationship. Seeing the two of them smiling at each other so lovingly and without a care in the world for what everyone else thinks emboldens him. When the girls start screaming the lyrics of Kiss from a Rose as their music, Travis swoops toward (Y/N) and asks him to dance. (Y/N) laughs (Travis swears he blushes) and accepts, much to the shock of his sister.
Travis rides the high of it all, as well as leans on a strange feeling seeping into his body, and steals a condom from Coach Scott when he heads back to the cabin with (Y/N). Travis lives for praise, lives for affection and attention after being deprived of it. He's also a hormonal teenage boy, and he pounces on his boyfriend the second things grow heated. He's nervous, but the worry of somehow messing up is overridden by a euphoric sensation clouding his head.
It's only until later, when the girls return to the cabin in the morning, that they learn of Misty drugging the stew. Travis's is internally.. grateful. He'd been too nervous to go further than touching over and under clothes but the shrooms gave him a boost of confidence and he's too in bliss to pay the girls and the growing tension much heed. He shrugs off the argument between Shauna and Jackie and advises (Y/N) to do the same.
Regret sets in quickly when they discover his sister's corpse in the snow.
#x reader#x you#x y/n#x male reader#x male!reader#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets x you#yellowjackets x y/n#yellowjackets x male reader#travis martinez#travis martinez x reader#travis martinez x you#travis Martinez x male reader#travis Martinez x y/n#yellowjackets x taylor!reader
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Yo, cis guy here, I've always felt a lot of shame about being super gay for the tf2 men, because it made me feel like less of a man. You reckon I could possibly get a scout or engie x reader when theyre calling the reader handsome, pretty boy, big man, and lots of masculine petnames? Smut or fluff or ignoring this is fine
I really like your work dude 😁
fellow cis guy here- I totally get it man. i'm glad that other guys like me enjoy my work. I also struggled with my attraction to men and fictional men were (and still are) my escape from homophobia and biphobia. Stay safe, you're valid.
TF2 Mercs With a Masculine!Male Reader
Scout
He loves squeezing your muscles and feeling your abs, totally not thinking of you as a goal for himself!
Nicknames include: Big man, big boy, sweet cheeks, hot shot/stuff, bossman, stud, etc.
likes the feeling of your facial hair when you kiss him- it tickle/scratches him in the best way!
Soldier
Thinks of you as the best man in the unit of RED! You're an exemplary man with gusto and power to spare! Solly fell for you when he caught you on a morning run "to keep yourself fit". That dedication got his heart skipping!
Nicknames include: Soldier, pride, the unit's pride and joy, big man
arm. wrestling. as. flirting., sparring. as. flirting. honestly anything that gets him up close and personal to you
Pyro
Hold onto you like a damsel in distress and loves how protective you are over them. As much as Pyro would and has protected you from enemy Spies, they like depending on someone who can hold their own.
nicknames include: My fire, firefly, my fireman, big boy, handsome
They love how you treat them like "just another one of the boys" rather than "the creature"- it really hurts their feelings when they're excluded due to how they cope with life.
Engineer
God he couldn't have asked for a better assistant. You grab heaps of metal for him, toolboxes, and sentries you can pick up with both hands and carry over to him!
Nicknames include: Hoss, handsome, big man, sir, boss
loves watching you work out while he works on his bench (sometimes even being your bench weight)
Demoman
He treats you like how he'd treat any partner of his, no changes. Demo's kind, loving, tender, but would let you fend for yourself to not baby you.
Nicknames include: dear, darlin', lovely, loverboy, handsome, best-shag-of-my-life
loves cuddling up to you and just burying his face in your muscles- but when he's not sleepy he is constantly hooting and hollering about how awesome his boyfriend is.
Heavy
a lot more friendly about his romance, treating you more like a best friend than a romantic partner in public mainly due to his anxiety about "being caught"
nicknames include(mostly in russian): lover, love, handsome man, hero, heart
he loves kissing your strong hands and sliding his hands over your muscles, it assures him that you're strong enough to take care of yourself, and that eases his worries.
Sniper
god this is a useless gay man. he sees you crush a bonk can and his heart skips a beat. you take off your shirt and he's speechless. you make him unprofessional and it ruins him internally.
nicknames include: Hotstuff, love, mate, darling, chickadee, big bugger, bear
he likes asking you to carry his stuff, complaining about his aching arms (totally not to watch you carry his things!!!)
Medic
ooooh god this man is a HOMOSEXUAL for you. on GOD.
nicknames include: honeybear, my love, my heart, my magnum opus, big man, beast
can, has, and will continue to flirt with you on the battlefield, no matter who sees him do it. If anyone gives you shit for being gay, he's instantly at your side and ready to beat them down with you
Spy
i mean... if you have a degradation kink go ahead i guess? he treats you like a bodyguard in public and is cold and callous in other's eyes. they think he hates you. In private however he is all over you. kissing, holding, embracing, etc., whispering sweet nothings in your ears.
nicknames include: my sweet love, my man, my handsome, big beauty, sweetness
although he seems uncaring in public, anyone who disrespects you gets backstabbed as "target practice" later when they least expect it.
#tf2#team fortress 2#fanfiction#tf2 x reader#tf2 sniper#tf2 medic#tf2 spy#tf2 engineer#tf2 scout#tf2 demoman#tf2 heavy#tf2 soldier#tf2 pyro#tf2 scout x reader#tf2 soldier x reader#tf2 pyro x reader#tf2 demoman x reader#tf2 heavy x reader#tf2 engineer x reader#tf2 sniper x reader#tf2 spy x reader#tf2 medic x reader#tf2 mercs x reader#tf2 mercs#tf2 mercs x male reader#team fortess 2#team fortress two#prettyboypistol#prettyboy pistol
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I love how Blitz seems to battle with masculinity tbh?? Like he'll bottom but make fun of Moxxie for taking it from a woman, he'll sleep with guys but emotions are gay as hell, romance is beautiful and adorable but also kinda cringe that a guy would be that openly sappy, cool to wear drag and makeup and look stylin' but also like Moxxie is suuuuch a little princess right?? Anyway here are my various massive weapons that aren't compensating for anything. He's sooo obviously tackling severe internalised homophobia and toxic masculinity. As soon as it's not a show of strength or independence and shows any type of earnest vulnerability he immediately jumps to insinuating that it isnt the right way to be.
Ugh, yes, this! It's really interesting, because it's mostly showed subtextually (I hadn't even processed some of the examples you listed here) and it's quite easy to overlook. But, once you put the pieces together, you realise just how much he battles with shame around queerness, gender expression, and the ways they relate to vulnerability and emotion.
I personally headcanon that Cash, his dad, was homophobic. Maybe not like Crimson, who overtly hated and condemned anything queer, which in a way may have made it easier for Moxxie to realise just how awful those opinions were. I think Cash might have been queerphobic and sexist in a more insidious way. Think things like maybe treating Barbie like his little princess whom he needed to protect, all the while telling Blitz to man up. Think 'those people'-type comments, always said with a lower voice and a knowing, scornful smile. Or 'why can't they just keep it in the bedroom'. Or 'I'm fine with it, I just don't see why they need to make their whole identity about it'. Think him chastising his wife for letting Blitz cry past the age of 5-6, because he was going to turn him soft.
I explored Blitz's internalised homophobia a little bit in my Oops flashback fic, and I really want to dive into it more in future fics, because his struggle is just so interesting and relatable to me, as someone who grew up with it as well. You can really tell Blitz's relationship with his queerness (and how it interacts with his trauma) was written by people who have first-hand experience with this sort of grief. It's devastating, but also healing, in a way.
#Ask#helluva boss#helluva boss spoilers#internalized homophobia#blitz helluva boss#helluva boss blitz#blitzø#Blitzo#helluva blitz#helluva blitzo
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You know that new anime where the guy hears his bosses porny thoughts about him whenever they end up touching? Think of that for Tomarry. I know you said you don't do porn for these, but that doesn't meant you can't make Harry experience a wide range of Tom's interesting thoughts! Also congrats on the milestone! :3
A Cherry Magic! AU. XD
Fandom: HP Ship: Tomarry RATED: M-Rated(for language and descriptions XD) TAGS: Cherry Magic! AU, Drama, Humor, Explicit Language, Innuendo, Flirting, Pornographic Thoughts, Magic(in-universe version), Homophobia(in thoughts only)
~.O.~
For Want of a Cherry!
It was just supposed to be a legend! A little folk tale that was supposed to shame people for not being sexually adventurous or something! Because, of course, people would have to put so much stock into whether or not you have sexual experience.
The day that Harry James Potter turned 30 his world was flipped upside down. His friend, Ron, had told him about that. little legend last week, teasing. him about the fact that he was still single. His wife, Hermione, who had been their friend since they were in primary school, had smacked him upside the head and told him that there was no shame in not being in a romantic relationship, nor was their shame in either sleeping around or not sleeping around.
He'd been on blind dates of all sorts over the years. Some even set up by his friends themselves, but maybe he was just really boring. None of them had elicited any kind of reaction, regardless of how attractive the other person was.
Maybe he was just one of those people who was not destined to be in a romantic relationship of any sort. There were people who went their whole lives not getting married and not having children, and they weren't miserable for it. It was completely possible to live a fulfilling life without having a partner at your side.
But the one thing that Harry could never really let go of was the fact that he was kind of bitter. People his age liked to go out to the clubs, or go drinking, or try out illegal substances. They were experimenting with different forms of entertainment and finding the places that helped them be themselves. And Harry had no interest in doing things like that.
He was probably the biggest introvert in the world, despite all of the sports he played back in school. Despite all of the events he had been forced to attend to support his parents and their business. Despite all of the dinners the company he worked for orchestrated constantly.
Harry James Potter was just avoidant and hated when he had to go places and be with people!
But deep down, he did wish that he could finally have some kind of reaction to somebody! Being, the perpetual third wheel that was resting outside of all of his friends and their romantic relationships was really annoying.
And now here he was on the day of his 30th birthday. Now, suddenly, frighteningly aware of the fact that that little tale that Ron had told him in jest last week was apparently true!
The barista at the coffee shop he went to every day had always given him a bad vibe. He couldn't really explain it because she had always been positively pleasant, but it always felt very fake. Enough for Hermione to smack him and tell him that judging without just cause wasn't good and made him look sexist.
He didn't personally agree with that but knew it was something Hermione took seriously, and he'd never experienced anything sexist save for the time a guy thought he was a girl back during fifth form.
But today the bad vibes were proven to have been legit!
He'd reached out to accept his iced spiced coffee and his hand brushed the barista's fingers in the process. His mind was instantly flooded with her voice despite her mouth being closed.
He's so hot! He'd be great boyfriend material if he was more masculine and less poof-y!
For a moment he thought he'd imagined it. But no... he'd frozen in place and as such, their connected hands revealed more of her mind to him.
Maybe I can turn him straight!
He mumbled a nervous word of gratitude and shuffled off before he could hear any more.
Harry had to find out how this worked and if it was there to stay!
Also, the barista was a homophobe. Nothing like vindication for the vibe check failing.
~.O.~
God, his hair is perfect. It just flops around when he moves and gets in his eyes so adorably! I want to tuck it behind his ear and cradle his face between my hands!
I wonder if my mom will make curry tonight.
Those glasses made him look so dashing too! I could stare at him all day.
Sandra looks like shite, as always. I've always been prettier than her so what does John see in her!
Maybe, if I play my cards right, I can get him to agree to come to dinner with me tonight. Maybe I can even convince him to come back home with me. It's his birthday after all. I'd treat him so well too.
Fucking birds shat all over my bloody car and now I have to deal with this bastard's cheery face all damn day.
I don't even like him like that but he keeps coming on to me and he knows how I feel about it but he just won't stop! I'll need to call my brother. He'll scare Ted away.
I would bend him over the desk in my office and eat him out so well he wouldn't be able to walk afterward.
Harry flushed instantly and looked around, finding himself trapped in the lift with about a dozen people and five of them were touching him at once!
A hand on his shoulder made him jump, and he found Tom Riddle, his boss, standing behind him. The person Harry was practically leaning against in the far corner of the lift to try and avoid everyone else! The owner of that delightfully built torso.
The only one on the lift who could possibly know it was Harry's birthday... meaning... those horny thoughts had been from... him...
"Are you well, Harry? Your face is flushed," he said, placing a hand directly on Harry's brow to check.
His mind was flooded with Tom's thoughts immediately.
His skin is so smooth. I want to put my teeth on his neck and leave it ringed in bruises. I'd have him sit on my face as I decorate his thighs with my marks. My tongue shoving so deep inside that he sees star-
"I'm fine!" Harry said, backing away a bit, only to be assaulted with the thoughts of too many people at once. He stepped right back into the near-circle of Tom's arms, and tried to ignore how pleased this seem to make the man who usually seemed so unaffected by everything.
Since when was he harbouring... thoughts of this nature?
About Harry of all people?!
Tom's horny thinking was definitely more preferable than a whole host of screaming minds all complaining about different things at once, but God, was it embarrassing. He just thought like that when his face showed absolutely nothing!
If we were alone in here, I could have my way with Harry all I want. Hell, I'm certain I could fuck him from behind without anyone even noticing him sitting all pretty on my cock. It's sixty floors until we get to ours after all. If I stand in the corner with Harry leaning against my chest, I could get him off well before we'd have to leave. Shove my cock between his thighs and fuck them good and hard and push just the tip in at the end- he'd be a mess all day.
And Tom's hands were just resting on Harry's waist, holding him still as his face displayed concern that did not match what his mind was going on about!
Eventually, Harry was freed from the confines of the lift, but still found Tom at his side, holding to his elbow with most avid attention. "Perhaps you should take off for the day," he suggested kindly, brows knitted together. "I'd much rather you be healthy and whole."
And in good condition for when I wreck that arse of yours.
Harry flushed and shook his head. "I'm fine," he reiterated. "I can work just fine." And get to his desk which was across the office from Tom's personal office.
"Let me know if you change your mind. If all goes well, I'll treat you to dinner tonight to celebrate your birthday."
And then take you home and fuck you good and proper.
Wow.
So, it seemed... that Harry's body could react to something after all.
It just required Tom Riddle to be the one saying it.
~.O.~
A/N: Here you go! XD
I can't believe I did this.
[Ko-Fi]
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New fic release coming
Can three quotes capture your attention enough to read a SuperCorp crime family AU?
1 The Luthors have always owned this city and none of them have ever spoken to the press directly, until now.
2 “She won’t fall because I’ll be there to catch her.”
3 “Now, you’re officially mine.”

Title: Ember in the Abyss
Rating: M
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, death, homophobia, toxic masculinity, ableism, lesbian sex, mention of childhood trauma in a group home, depictions of torture, mention of sexual assault that does not occur, and other dark themes.
Summary: Everyone in National City knows The Luthor family is not only the leaders in medical technology but that they have a darker business as well. They’re the ones you go to when you need something done that the local government and police refuse to do anything about. Like any crime family, they have rules. One of those rules: control the press.
Needing to pick which of his children will take over as CEO of LuthorCorp and continue the family’s other business, Lionel Luthor gives Lena an ultimatum. She is tasked with finding a partner to stand by her side and to find a reporter The Luthor’s can keep in their pocket. If she does not complete these tasks within six months, the company and business will automatically go to Lena’s older brother, Lex.
Growing up as a disabled child in a group home, Kara Danvers has learned that things in this world aren’t always black and white. She’s seen first hand that people can be cruel and vicious given the opportunity. Unbeknownst to her, she finds herself in the crosshairs of a powerful woman she’s been attracted to for years.
What happens when the two meet and Kara finds out exactly who Lena Luthor is?
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#supercorp#supergirl#lena luthor#kara danvers#kara x lena#fanfiction#crime family#supercorp au#supercorp fanfiction#supercorp fic
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🔞 SMUT scene with SUNOO 🔞
warning: homophobia
Sunoo has always been your best friend. He is the type of guy that is really soft, and somewhat feminine. One time, after his school performance, You and Sunoo got over a petty fight. You keep teasing him that he's not masculine enough. He got pissed at what you did and pinned you against the wall.
You got scared because his vibe suddenly changed. His bright face turned to a serious one. At first, you are scared but the longer you stare at his face, you suddenly feel warm inside. Your legs are shaking in fear but at the same time you are feeling butterflies in your stomach. Your feminine best friend suddenly shows you his masculine side and it turns you on. You just want to keep teasing him.
"Maybe, they're right that you are g—"
"I dare you to speak more words and I don't know what I might do to you." He said, you feel tingly with his deep voice.
You tried to remove Sunoo grip to your hand when someone knocked on the door. "What are you guys doing?", your mom said. Instead of letting go, Sunoo kisses your neck.
"We're just playing, mom." you answer trying to stop moans from coming out your mouth. Your undies are now completely wet because of what's happening. Your mom might be thinking that he's gay but she doesn't know what really is happening inside your room.
#kpop boys#kpop smut#kpop fanfic#enha smut#enha imagines#enhypen sunoo#kim sunoo#sunoo x you#sunoo x y/n#sunoo x reader#sunoo smut
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Don't Care for an Old Man's Underwear Ep 10 Stray Thoughts
This watch made possible thanks to @isaksbestpillow.
Last time, Hasegawa had the baseball team talk to Kakeru about why he felt uncomfortable with them. Over a series of conversations, the guys came to a better understanding about how their behavior made others uncomfortable, and realized that sometimes those behaviors make them uncomfortable too. On top of that, we got to see the baseball team mingle with Kakeru's girl friends. Elsewhere, Moe asked Makoto to go with Mika to the concert. Mika shared with Makoto that when she was in a dark place, RANDOM gave her something fun as a mental break and helped her make it through. Makoto listened closely and came to the fantastic analysis that RANDOM is the Okita family's benefactor. He had a great time at the concert with Mika, let her hang out with her fellow fans after the concert, did some research on his new bias, and then finally shared his research with Mika. They had a fantastic night, and met their kids on the way home. They invited Daichi and Madoka to hang out with them, and then Madoka proposed to Daichi in front of the Okita family. They later went to tell Daichi's mom and it was beautiful. I cried. We left at the family waiting to hear from Madoka, who went home to tell his family.
Oh no. Mihoko is definitely talking to Daichi's dad.
The costuming here feels intentional. Daichi and Makoto have come so far together that it feels like they're on the same page with their clothes looking so similar in color scheme.
Also, Makoto has become such a better listener. He can respond in compassionate ways to Daichi now that is supported by the earnestness he's always had.
I just love how thoughtful Makoto has become.
Kakeru looks so much more relaxed these days. He's having big youth moments.
Aw, Makoto was trying on the makeup trivia, and they dunked on my man.
Madoka succeeded!!! 🎉
Is Daichi's dad back to be homophobic? Sir, do you realize you are in the penultimate episode of the improving yourself and unlearning toxic masculinity show?
I am mad. I like Makoto slowing down to think about how best to support Daichi here.
I am with the makeup rival that they may be unintentionally encouraging Shizuka to change herself for her romantic interests.
Sir, your intellectualized homophobia is not cute.
I remain a fan of Haranishi.
Mika is such a good mom. I love the way she listens to Kakeru and gets him to the emotional core of his feelings. I also like that she doesn't disguise that some things aren't easy.
I will never forget Daichi. It's so rare that the characters can tell you how their own internalized homophobia cripples them in front of their relatives.
Yes, Kakeru! Tell him to meddle!
Well well well, Kakeru, look at you taking your own advice.
Wow, this man has gone too far. Do not talk to someone else's kid this way.
Yes, Makoto. Please go kick this man's ass.
This is such a difficult episode. There really is nothing you can say to someone to remove the infection of internalized homophobia. It's so upsetting because we learn shame at home. That's what this man put into his son. He is so rude, and I need him to have his ass handed to him pronto.
This was such a great episode reflecting on where we all fit into the society. I keep thinking about the scene about the colleague of theirs who got downsized. We contort ourselves to fit in only to be discarded when we're no longer useful, and then we lose our spouses.
I'm looking forward to the conclusion of this show, but I know I will miss it so dearly.
#Ben watches#ossan no pantsu ga nandatte ii janai ka#don't care for an old man's underwear#oppan#japanese drama#jdrama
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Be My Favorite is digging into concepts of masculinity to a degree I haven't seen in Thai BL before. Since episode 2 we've been seeing the contrast between the kind of man Kawi is and the kind he thinks he should be, and 3 and 4 have drawn a big highlighted circle around what, for simplicity, I'm going to call bro culture: the whole complex of male social behavior that includes competition, ritual humiliation, stark othering of women (both "chivalrous" and not), and a rugged, deflective response to pain.
I'm saying bro culture rather than toxic masculinity because only some elements of it are toxic, although they're so intermingled that it's hard to sift the toxic from the non. You have to work to create a bro culture without misogyny and homophobia - although a lot of BLs (Bad Buddy, for example) do exactly this. Be My Favorite isn't interested in doing that though: it is presenting bro culture unsanitized, and looking at how our two leads interact with it.
On the one hand we have Kawi, who has very clearly always failed to meet bro culture standards, and who still sees success in that sphere as something to aim for. And it's not that the bros reject him outright. Someone like Kawi is great to have around, because for everyone else it means never being at the bottom of the pack. It's not that Not and his group dislike Kawi or want to hurt him. If you asked them, they'd say in all sincerity that they're just trying to help him out. What they're actually doing is using him to affirm their own superior bro-ness: whether they're helping him or mocking him, he lets them feel that they're succeeding where he fails.
Pisaeng sees this much more clearly than Kawi does, hence his facepalm when Kawi tells the other guys he's a virgin. Pisaeng could succeed in bro culture: he could be top dog in that group if he wanted to. It's because he could succeed that he's able to see so clearly that he doesn't want to. When a prize looks hopelessly out of your reach, it's hard to see that it might be worthless.
Pisaeng is frustrated because he's seeing Kawi try so hard to achieve something Pisaeng has already rejected. Kawi is confused because he sees how easily Pisaeng succeeds by bro standards, and yet he's still lonely and discontent. He's always been attracted to Pisaeng (just look at how Pisaeng's introduction, in Kawi's pov, is framed) but he has chosen to interpret that through the bro lens of admiration and envy.
I think we're going to have to see Kawi make a conscious rejection of bro culture. Whether that comes about through his deepening friendships with Max and Pear, or through realizing his feelings for Pisaeng, at some point he's going to have to decide that that prize is not worth winning. I hope we see this, because it's rare for BLs to deal so directly with conflicting views of masculinity, and what being gay or bi means for a young man's sense of self.
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hello! i've followed you to indulge in your TSH content, having just finished the book and your fanfic Sober II (Melodrama) back to back! (i'm destroyed!!)
i'm wondering if you've given any thought to whether Richard (Tartt's Richard, or yours) is gay or maybe bisexual? he ofc probably would not make that distinction himself - given the time period, or his aversion to that kind of self reflection, or the apparent finality of his relationship with Francis, or maybe all of the above - but it's fun to think about now, especially myself being someone who now IDs as a lesbian after 10 years of IDing as bi.
thank you for your service 🫡
hello! love your username btw. and thank you, glad to have you in the quidfree extended tartt community.
i like the 'tartt's richard or yours' distinction- i would say i do make an effort so that (to me at least) my richard is a plausible iteration of hers, i.e. i do not like to write so that the characters are 'my' versions unless i think the source material is bad (or at least bad in that specific way). but some of my less serious tsh material veers further into the 'my' side of the scale, for sure. anyway all that to say i don't have separate sets of thoughts on 'both' richards, it's more that there's some stuff i'm 100% on being in canon and some stuff i know i extrapolated into the extended materials my tsh fic constitute.
all that aside, i actually do not have strong feelings on whether richard is gay or bisexual. i think both have strong canon grounding and present similar but slightly different psychologies of the character. the obvious thing is that richard is repressing his attraction to men, but whether he's also comphet in his attraction to women is debatable. he's consistently attracted to them and sleeps with/dates them across all of canon, but on the other hand the key female love interests for him are 1) judy, whose interest he doesn't reciprocate 2) mona, who he sleeps with post murder in a fugue state 3) camilla, who he deifies as a feminine ideal and also always lauds the androgynous beauty/looks she shares with her brother of and 4) sophie, who does lend the most credence to him actually being into girls but also is someone he latches onto when his whole group has deserted him and then fails to emotionally connect with despite several years of dating. of course that could be the trauma, the repression, or both! but my point is there's evidence both ways, no pun intended. richard has very distinct ways of thinking about men and women but it's not as simple as one thing- there's his own self-perception/masculinity, his sexism, his homophobia, and his sexuality all playing a part.
you're right that he wouldn't make the distinction himself, though- either way, his canon thought process is very much 'well i'm not one of those' and that's a catch-all. if and when he gains self-awareness it would have to be through a prolonged relationship of some kind, e.g. with francis in sober ii-verse, because one-offs he can excuse and repress. which is why i think once that sort of long-term realisation happened he would think that he had been lying to himself/everyone the whole time beforehand and secretly consider himself a homosexual (regardless of whether this would be accurate).
i think modern day richard would be more likely to call himself bisexual regardless of which option you go with as more likely. you know that quote from obama's biography about reading marx to get with bisexual college girls... that's somehow richard-coded but in the sense that he thinks calling himself 'flexible' or whatever lets him sound liberated but plausibly heteronormative. in any setting francis delights in the corner he paints himself into.
#qui parle#qui repond#girlhunk#richard papen#tsh#the secret history#papenathy#tartt protagonist brainrot
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could you write something about Julien comforting the reader if the reader's family isn't supportive of their relationship?? ❣️
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please take note there may be elements of homophobia here!! as a precaution
BLURB - julien x reader. - unsupportive family

- when invited to your house to meet your parents for dinner, jb was really excited. she wanted to make a good first impression. “should i wear a tshirt or a suit? or-“ you just shrugging, a little nervous “whatever you want baby, it’s just dinner at my parents house”
- your parents were always hmmm questionable. having a bit of different views compared to you. you thought it was ok however. especially when they would ask about your day and the boys. maybe they changed their mind ? maybe it’s ok now?
- “i can hear those thoughts from the other side of the room. princess it’ll be fine. one bad thing from their mouth and we can leave”
- both of you hand in hand walking up the driveway to your parents house. knocking on the door, your mother opens it. her smile fading away as she sees the two of you standing there. hand in hand
- clearly tensions were THICK. it was clear as day. being brought to the table, plates were set out. you were about to sit down next to julien but your mother took the seat. making you have to sit across from them.
- julien noticed immediately and stood up, going to the other side of the table to sit with you
- the two of you trying to be normal and eat the dinner but your parents just keep staring at the two of you
- “is there a problem?” julien looking up. both of you holding hands underneath the table
- your mom giving a weird look and sighing like “i just…didn’t expect you to look very masculine. you have a lot of tattoos” and juliens like oh no here we go ok. you having to hold onto her hand tightly afraid she might leap across the table
- julien going like “maybe so, but a lot of them are very meaningful to me” and you just glaring across the table at your parents.
- your mom would start picking out every small detail. from what julien wore to how she did her hair. “you’re a woman. you don’t even wear makeup!”
- at this point julien is a brave saint. with how much patience she has you don’t even know. angry tears forming as you stand up
- “why can’t you be proud of me? why can’t you be happy i’m in a relationship? why do you feel the need to belittle and judge someone because they don’t fit into what you think is acceptable?!”
- at this point you were tired, upset and annoyed. you just wanted to go home. going outside and into the car. you weren’t even shocked to know your parents didn’t even try and explain themselves. both of you left in a fit of anger.
- you breaking down sobbing. feeling guilty because julien was so excited to meet your parents. “sweetheart. hey- no listen to me” pulling over she hugs you tightly, cupping your face. “i was excited to meet your parents. but holt shit- fuck them. i wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. especially considering you told me a lot of the shit they said previously.”
- reassuring you it’s ok, julien brushing some hair out of your face, wiping the tears from under your eyes with the pad of her thumb. it was quiet, apart from the occasional sniffle from you or sigh from julien
- jb suggesting sometime maybe going to visit her parents another day. you met her parents and they were as lovely as ever.
- you decide to go home for the night. having a well deserved relaxed bath. you end up blocking your parents on most social media’s. it wasn’t worth the stress. wasn’t worth the insults thrown at you at the table earlier
#pom writes#julien baker x reader#julien baker one shot#julien baker angst#julien baker fanfic#julien baker fluff#julien baker au#boygenius fanfic#boygenius au#boygenius one shot#boygenius x reader
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s0 queerosexual hcs. for pride month
basically my interpretation of the cast in this regard is that theyre a bunch of annoying queer teenagers who will never discover this about themselves because they live in 1990s japan and all think there's only gay and straight and that being the former is grounds to be beaten in the streets
Yugi: the only one who has his shit figured out. transmasc and bi and he plans on taking that to his grave. he has a strong preference for women though so that part never really comes up. "attracted to every woman ever and one guy i met at a gas station six years ago" disease. also bonus points anzu knows he's transmasc and helped him figure out binding and shit
Miho: huge lesbian but "oh no it's just that girls are objectively more attractive than guys everyone knows that, i just haven't met the right man yet, besides every girl wishes they could date women instead that's why bakura is so popular it's because he looks like a woman." I also like to imagine that in an ideal world, she'd fuck with genderfluidity
Bakura: aroace and agender transfem. he gives me he/it/any vibes. I think partly due to The Mega Autism he never really understood the deal with traditional masculinity so he feels disconnected from manhood as a whole and would be a lot more comfortable being able to exist as something entirely detached from gender. I also think the swarms of girls at all times made him view women as some sort of other species entirely and he's got a lot of deep-rooted misogyny going on about it, but tbh anzu and miho could fix him. and make him into the vague girlthing he always was
Anzu: Idk what label to slap onto her but I don't think physical appearance or gender plays any role in her being attracted to people at all. maybe like demiromantic asexual. but i dont think demi is the term im looking for. definitely ace though.
Honda: "WOW I LOVE BEING A MAN I LOVE WOMEN AND RULES AND ORDER I DON'T AT ALL FEEL LIKE I'M CURSED TO FIT MYSELF INTO A BOX THAT'S TOO SMALL FOR ME" and he believes that wholeheartedly and then wonders why he needs to constantly prove himself over things that don't matter to avoid his mental health crumbling to dust. I don't think he's trans though I just think he needs to chill out. also he's bi and poly and the single most useless hopeless romantic ever.
Jonouchi: bi but i think his refusal to accept that as a possibility has made him very aware of a lot of other things he has going on psychologically. like his homophobia has somehow made him a more self-aware and chill person. "honda put his hand on my shoulder for more than 0.5 seconds and my entire nervous system took a screenshot does this mean im g--wait no im just touched starved huh i wonder if that has ever impacted my poor decision making in the past." also him being used for the cartoon standard "guy wears girl clothes and likes it" joke is grounds for me to hc him as genderqueer. I could absolutely see him getting really into fem presentation.
Yami Yugi: gay gay homosexual gay
Kaiba: transfem in the super dysphoric way but will absolutely never find this out because any time she becomes remotely aware of something bothering her about herself she just looks in the mirror and says "no." i also wanna say arospec and aspec but idk she's fully either. i think if i wanted to give you an accurate idea of how attraction works for her i'd have to pull up the homestuck quadrants and i'm not joking.
Yami Bakura: agender is a way that's like "dude I'm a ghost in a ring who cares." If you called him a she he'd be like "what" and then after you got two words into explaining he'd go "nvm I underestimated the amount of shit I don't give about this." His sexuality is no time for dat goku
#yeah i can post this one who even cares#yugioh#yugioh s0#yugioh season zero#ygo s0#yugi mutou#yami yugi#miho nosaka#ryo bakura#yami bakura#anzu mazaki#honda hiroto#katsuya jonouchi#seto kaiba
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alright chat, time to yap about Paul’s very comphet crush he developed on marcia!
warning: this is all based on things that the actors in the musical have said are canon about their characters, im just filling everything in with my headcanons. If anyone’s curious about what parts came from the actors just send me an ask!
-ok so first off, we’re just gonna ignore Darry’s canon age for the sake of these headcanons cuz it’s SO inconsistent in the musical and confuses me endlessly
-Paul, bob, trip and Darry are all in the same grade
-Marcia, Bev, cherry, brill, and Chet are in the grade after them
-and then two grades below them are Melvin and Sergei, but they’re irrelevant to all this (if u ever want me to talk about them tho I have so many thoughts dw)
-ok so it all starts when Paul’s in 8th grade
-even tho they’re all so young the guys are already starting that toxic masculinity thing in how they talk about girls
-and bob already had the biggest crush on cherry (he legit has liked her since forever)
-and b&b already know that they’re gonna get married and have planned out their entire future 🤦
-so there’s this whole expectation that Paul also likes a girl
-and he can’t figure out why he’s never felt that way before
-so one day they’re all in a pe class that mixes the grades
-and they’re all talking about girls and blah blah and someone asks Paul what girl he likes
-and Paul looks over and pretty much randomly picks Marcia
-and so it begins!
-they all make it this whole big thing about how he likes her, and when Bev finds out it’s basically over
-Bev thinks that Marcia is just too weird and needs someone like Paul to make her… more soc and make her mind her own business ya know?
-Marcia’s always been the kind of person to always speak up when she shouldn’t, and she’s too loud, and so she also feels this pressure to try and fit in
-so with some pressuring from Bev, she’s like ‘ok sure I like Paul and I’d go out with him’
-and also girly wants the validation of someone liking her cuz she’s insecure as hell
-so they start dating, and it is SO AWKWARD
-not only are they in middle school, which is always the recipe for awkward dating, but neither of them actually like each other as more than friends
-neither of them even like them very much as friends!
-they go to the movies once, and Paul decides to hold Marcia’s hand because he knows that’s what he’s supposed to do
-and Marcia spends the entire movie like🧍♀️I hate this
-after they date awkwardly for a while, Paul decides he should kiss her, cuz like… isn’t that what he’s supposed to want?
-anyways Marcia immediately cringes away from him and is like “sorry I can’t do this anymore! I’m breaking up with you!”
-poor girl was dating the gayest boy in town
-anyways he’s kinda relieved for a while
-but when he goes into freshman year he has this epiphany that he likes darry in the way he was supposed to like marcia
-and he doesn’t fully understand, but he freaks the fuck out and can’t look Darry in the eye for weeks
-so he completely gaslights himself into thinking that actually Marcia broke his heart and he still likes her
-and he keeps this up for a while, but it gets harder and harder to ignore what he’s feeling for darry
-so he kinda forgets about Marcia but keeps her as the default answer whenever the guys are talking about girls and being gross in the locker room
-but while doing that he’s totally messing around with Darry
-they both have so much crazy internalized homophobia but they’re also both so madly in love with each other
-they’ve definitely drunkenly made out on multiple occasions
-and sometimes when they were completely sober
-but they don’t talk about that!!
-anyways right around when Darry and Paul ‘break up’ is when Marcia and trip get together
-which is perfect timing for Paul because he just throws himself in to being ‘heartbroken’ over that instead of being heartbroken over his boyfriend dumping him
-and he’s just so freaked out about the way he felt about Darry that the he just forces himself into liking Marcia more and more
-and then we’re all caught up to canon!
#Sorry this was longer than I intended#I’ve never made headcanons like this#Which is kinda scary#But I hope y’all like these!#jean has thoughts#the outsiders musical#the outsiders broadway#the outsiders#paul holden#peril#parry#marcia the outsiders#the outsiders headcanons
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what was i made for?
writing smth for ftm!reader bc i am in fact.. ftm (and gay ! and poly yeehaw)
kyle “gaz” garrick x ftm!reader
warnings: maybe ooc, angst/comfort (more angst than comfort), transphobic remarks (not really shown), internalized transphobia, internalized homophobia
word count: 942
(this is lowkey a vent writing piece so.. uhh yeah!)
IT WAS ALWAYS HARD TRYING TO EXPLAIN TO YOUR FAMILY YOUR IDENTITY; they didn’t seem to care enough to take you seriously and it hurt.
It was tiring to explain that you weren’t a girl, that you were never one. That you were a man and you liked them too.
They either didn’t care or didn’t understand. They kept misgendering you, dead named you sometimes too.
Yet, throughout that pain, you didn’t cut them off. You couldn’t find it in yourself to let your family go. Although you should, that’s what your therapist told you.
It was odd. You found it odd to have found a boyfriend who loved you. Someone who saw you like you saw yourself. Someone who came up to you and asked you out shyly because he found you attractive and had heard your giggle and he was smitten.
But.
There was always a but.
Your brain couldn’t comprehend that Kyle truly loved you. That he saw you as a man because surely he’ll leave you as soon as he gets the chance to.
You were waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Your therapist told you that it wasn’t healthy of you to hold your insecurities so deep within yourself and not share them with him. You tried explaining yourself but it felt as if your therapist wasn’t hearing you.
Because how do you explain that you don’t feel like you belong? How do you explain that in your mind, in your head, you never felt like you belonged in a gay relationship.
That you felt like a fraud some days.
Maybe you needed to get a new therapist.
No, that wasn’t the issue.
You stayed in bed, curled up. Only getting up to use the bathroom. You didn’t contact anyone all day either.
Your brain was eating you alive.
You felt wrong.
It felt like you didn’t belong. It was an odd thing. Always a mess when you were in your head. You knew Kyle was probably worried, concerned for you.
You didn’t hear the front door opening. You didn’t hear your bedroom door opening either.
You didn’t see Kyle looking at you with sadness in his eyes. Just by your position alone he knew.
You felt the bed shift behind you. His arm hovering over you.
“Darlin?” he whispered. “Can I touch you.”
You nodded weakly and he pulled you against his chest. You started to sob. Your body shaking as you let go of your emotions after being bottled up for so long.
You didn’t belong.
You weren’t a girl. Sure, you understood the pain of misogyny and sisterhood was something special to you but, you weren’t a girl.
Sometimes, you barely felt like a man either. Sure, toxic masculinity was something you saw pre transition and experienced during transitioning but, what made a man a man?
Even when voicing your concerns to your therapist they didn’t seem to understand.
No one understood you, not really.
So when Kyle told you it’s okay. It’s okay darling.
You snapped. You pushed him away and got off the bed. Your eyes were puffy and your nose was runny. You shook your head, constantly repeating it isn't. It isn’t.
Because to you, it wasn’t okay. It would never truly be okay.
Kyle got up to hold you again but you shook your head, raising your hand to stop you. He stood in front of you, frozen in place, unsure of what to do.
You also didn’t know what to do.
For how do you explain to your boyfriend the demons in your head were eating you up? That they were destroying any sense of security you had.
The answer is, you couldn’t but, you tried.
You saw the way his eyes widened slightly when you started rambling. Your therapist's words ringing in your head.
Open up. Let him in. He loves you, let him help you. Let him in.
He shook his head, grabbing your hands and holding them. He whispered soft words of praise, understanding. He let you shake your head. He let you yell that he didn’t understand and that he never would, not truly.
He was trying and that was all that mattered to you at the moment.
You whispered softly that you didn’t feel like you belonged, not in a gay relationship and not anywhere really.
He nodded, encouraging you to talk.
You continued, letting him know that it was okay, if he were to leave you for a real man.
He shut you down there. He told you that he loved you. That to him, you were a real man. You just shrugged at his response, not truly believing him.
He wasn’t upset at you nor was he growing frustrated.
It always startled you, how calm Kyle was in moments your self doubt was loud.
He told you that you were a man. That you always were.
He pulled you into his arms again, his head resting on top of yours and you started to cry again.
Kyle may not understand, not fully but he’s trying. He whispers to you that he will always be there for you. That he loves you so much. How he’s so proud of you for continuing even though you’re struggling.
You let the words sink in. You know that some days are worse than others and today was bad. You melt against him, your hands gripping onto the back of his shirt.
Your body shakes as you sob. He lets your hair and whispers soothing words.
“You’re enough.”
“I’m so proud of you darling.”
For now, for a while, for next time, his words are enough.
#srry for this#idk what possessed me#(thats a lie i do)#im actually so sad abt this its crazy#like my friends are constantly hearing me talk abt this lmfao#anyways ! ill do smth lighthearted next :)#kyle garrick#x male reader#kyle gaz garrick#fanfiction#gaz x male reader#gaz x reader#gaz x y/n#kyle garrick x male reader#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick x y/n#x ftm reader#gaz mw2#gaz x ftm!reader#ftm!reader#cod mw x reader#cod mwii
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not my usual post, but i care enough to speak.
tw: mention of rape.
was never so disappointed in the world ever. the fact that felonies, misogyny, rape, and other things arent deal breakers for the so many of us is insane. you would rather a felon lead you than a woman. a woman who wouldve stuck up for women. a woman who wouldve supported this country. america, you are truly disappointing. the world was in your hands and you let that man win. the only people who dont care are the ones privileged enough not to. women and people of color have to fear for our lives now. what about the girls younger than me?. how are they gonna make it. 2028 is gonna be long from now. day one and im scared for the rest of the world. fuck everyone who is privileged enough to where your vote doesnt affect you. you changed lives. ruined some. youre disgusting. you would much rather a man like him run, because to this world masculinity equals qualified. to the men, what would your mother think? what about your daughter? your sister? your niece? why would you only preach to your benefit. donald j. trump is going to fuck a lot of people over. thats what you want? he gave police immunity. they can shoot and kill if they want. he is taking away rights from minorities. the women. the lgbtq community. your votes are rooted in the patriarchy. he is a violent man. the most important election of our lives. ruined. god bless america right? liberty and justice for all? ive always said it was bullshit. they want you to pledge to idolatry and fuck you over. the united states is under a disgusting rule. were under control. we arent being worked with. we are controlled. congratulations to the people happy. all it means is that youre privileged. enjoy your silver spoon before it rusts. some of us needed kamala as president. this is what so many people fought against. you wouldnt be here without a woman. think of that before you vote. i wish i could change minds. hes going to deport the immigrants who moved here for their kids or future generations to have a better life. you took that from them. you took our choice from us. another shot for america, but throw it to the ground. they can afford for glass to break. we are in debt in unity. not just by finances. i wish we were more of the united nations than the united states. we are united by state but not by nation. good job americana. you won. you conditioned the world to bow to you and now you got your reign. words arent meant to be on a watch list. i wish we could fight more. die for what you believe in people. they wont get it until you do. im a woman of my own. not a woman of america. you guys wont do us right anyway. woke up in fear for myself and the rest of the world. what about the children. you selfish things. your mother would never be proud of you. speak up and speak loud. if you didnt vote, youre the problem. kamala deserved that. you let her run like water through our hands. you lost her. let her slip. now our fate is in cardboard boxes. houses are paper. you know how easy it is to break that? good job. racism, fascism, transphobia, homophobia, xenophobia, idolatry, right wing, white supremacists. men upheld by the social hierarchy. you win. give yourself a pat on the back. i hope you throw up and choke. you can call me a liberal, a snowflake, whatever makes you happy. i know based off of that you run most of society. capitalist fucks. bourgeoisie losers. we fought and you took it away. im gonna keep editing this and i will keep saying every word that comes to mind. do it big and do it loud. fight and scream and dont let them forget. brains on pavement mean nothing to those so high they cant see it. god america you disappoint me. fuck you and your eagles. you and your everything. selfishness. trump hates the rest of the world and the minorities in it. hes the majority. dont let him fool you. thank you.
#presidential election#2024 presidential election#kamala harris#kamala 2024#vote kamala#fuck donald trump#trump hates america#he is a misogynist.#he supports sa.#this is your president.#fuck america#womens rights#lgbtq rights#racial equality#politics
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