#but it's a real date

[softquietsteadylove]

For the thenamesh bodyguard AU.

Thena is invited to an very important event with other artist and decides to take her bodyguard Gil as her plus one. Both of them looking absolutely stunning (you can make matching colors or something). 2 Guys are flirting with er shamelessly and making her quite uncomfortable. Gil is protecting her and keeps her close. Sweet and soft moments between them!

Would be awesome:)

"Athena, who are you with tonight?"

Thena ignored the various questions screamed at her - and the rest of those on the red carpet - by the crowd of spectators and reporters. She held the skirt of her dress in one hand with the other looped so she could hold onto the inside of Gil's elbow.

Gil was looking everywhere, eyeing people passing by them, taking careful steps, frowning despite the incessant shouts for him to smile. He wasn't used to attending these things as a guest and not specifically as security.

But Thena had asked him to escort her as her date instead of as her bodyguard, and how could he say no to that? They both knew he wasn't going to.

"Athena, you previously said you didn't see the need for dates to events!--are you recanting that statement?"

"Athena, why the switch from bodyguard to plus-one?"

"Athena, are you officially on the market?"

Gil rolled his eyes at the questions. He didn't have to pretend to be pleasant with the paparazzi. He didn't have a professional reputation to uphold.

Thena laughed beside him, leaning her head down so her lips wouldn't get read by the crowd. "You would think that you attending with me would mean I'm not available."

"You'd think," Gil huffed, moving his arm to wrap around her side as the red carpet came to halt. Too many in front of them were stopping for pictures, forcing everyone behind them to do so as well.

Thena posed in the ways she had been taught, angling herself, tilting her head up, holding her hand flat to show off the jewellery that had been chosen for her. But she wasn't looking at the cameras.

Gil looked over, catching her looking at him. He chuckled, "what?"

"Nothing," she denied, not that it did anything to convince him. She joined him in the light laughter, "you look good."

Gil tugged at the fancy white suit that had been picked for him to match Thena's flowing white gown. "Kingo knows what he's doing, I'll give him that."

Thena looked around them, although it would look like she was looking at maybe a few of the cameras snapping at them. "I see a certain someone isn't in attendance."

"His official reason is that he's touring," Gil muttered to her. "Although...part of our agreement with his management may have been...that he's not allowed within a certain distance of you unless it's for a contracted appearance."

Thena shook her head, though, raising her brows at him. "I think he's just nervous about facing you for the first time since you gave him a proper thrashing."

"As he should be," Gil shrugged. If that sleazy head of hair felt wary of him then he was happy to let him, so long as it meant that he would give Thena some space.

"Athena!"

Gil felt immediately how Thena pressed closer to him. His hold on her tightened reflexively, as if by instinct. He recognised the two coming towards them as entertainment reporters. One of them was fine, but the other could be a little...forward.

"Athena, you look stunning, as always. And who is this with you?"

"This is Gil," she introduced simply, but with a dazzling smile. Gil was all she needed to say--no addendum or descriptions necessary.

"Now this," the forward one gasped, grinning at them both, "is a man's man. Is he here as security?--and can I borrow him for myself?"

Gil remained blank faced through the polite - painfully fake - laughter at the terrible joke.

But Thena ran her hand down the front of his suit jacket lapel, even dipping her fingers inside of it. "I'm afraid not, boys. Gil is mine quite literally, tonight."

"And on that note," Gil finally spoke up, fishing her hand out of his jacket from his chest, just to pull it up to his lips. "We should keep it moving."

The reporters were left in the lurch, looking at each other at the abandonment of their interview with one of the biggest names present that night.

Gil didn't care that he was interrupting them. He looked at Thena as he guided them along, "you didn't want to talk to them anyway, did you?"

"How could you tell?" she purred, letting out a velvety laugh as he guided her by the waist into the safety of the theatre and away from the buzzards and their cameras and microphones. "See?--I told you there could be no one better to bring with me tonight."

Gil undid his suit jacket now that they were no long being photographed incessantly. He felt like he could breathe again.

Thena's eyes dashed down as he undid a few shirt buttons, too. He really didn't like having to wear anything too tight around his neck.

"I just know you the best," he smiled at her. He held out his arm again, but Thena moved around it, settling herself against his side. And who was he to argue with the Goddess Athena and what she wanted?

[jesncin]

Relationship advice from your opportunistic Bat-friend.

[pennymaykittensworld]

Would you like to date a naughty girl like me ?

[evilmafuyu666]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[iloveyoutiii]

I’m waiting for you to come and make me yours...

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[hinamie]

9 / 266

[copperbadge]

I have had a series of neighbors in this condo who have all had profoundly toxic relationships and honestly, it's starting to make me appreciate my fundamental inability to find or keep a partner because holy fuck. If it's not accusations of an emotional affair with a social media influencer it's a refusal to be the person who does the dumping or a two week ongoing fight about having lied about fucking one's lab partner. Like I'd love not to be awake hearing this right now but at least I'm in a comfy bed with my cats and hearing it, not living it directly.

Mind you I'm also capable of 1. Keeping it in my pants around people outside my monogamous relationships and 2. Efficiently and quietly dumping someone who isn't, but the point is I've never had to defend myself against accusations that I'm having an emotional affair with a tiktok celebrity at one in the morning.

[fagbfcore]

when he holds you tighter as he fucks into you and his thrusts are getting faster and desperate snd erratic and his face is buried in ur neck and he's got a fistful of your hair and he can't stop telling you your tight, warm pussy is his and only his in needy growls

[may12324]

💖 The Fairy Godmother’s Apprentice  - a sapphic fairy tale Visual Novel and Dating Sim. 💖

When the fairy godmother goes away on vacation leaving you in charge , will you make sure stories stay on their paths? or will you change your fate and risk it all for romance....

This is a fake dating game, its not real unfortunately. But maybe some day, in the future! I just love womens, and fairytales, and dating sims; so this is a culmination of all three! (with a fun emphasis on hot butch ladies, we need more of them okay! the mermaid is muscular and hot too okay, i swear).

Any Australian game devs wanna make this happen? Come at me, I’m ready to go batshit bananas working on this as a real game,.

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Wyllstarionnnn

[anthyies]

the thing about disco elysium is that it has women in it. what you see on the internet about it might lie to you about that but it has women, gay women even, very compelling women even, in it.

[pennymaykittensworld]

Am I your dream girl ? 😇🩵

[jabesa0]

🍭🎃TRICK OR TREAT..!🎃🍫