#creeping on women but claimed to have changed & was sorry.

[blackpilljesus]

Can we not just stop birthing men like... women have to stop giving life to men.

I'm doing my part ✌️ and I agree but collectively most women wouldn't. I remember when there was discourse over a radfem having & celebrating giving birth to a baby boy. I've seen radfems praise lesbian couples adopting baby boys.

Tbh a lot of women are sellouts, they sellout other women & even betray themselves for love or having a slightly higher social status in society. When forced to cohabit with predators that have more power & essentially want to reproduce a copy of themselves, women giving them that could elevate or secure their status in society - it's an incentive & many would go for it.

Another thing to consider is that many women birth maIes to spare their lives, there's been cases where maIes would kill their partners & daughters for the woman not having a son (even though the sperm determines the sex). Part of me considers maternal instincts of women not being able to kill their maIe offspring bc that's still their child but then I think of post partum psychosis & cultures where daughters are routinely killed when they're born. If these instincts applied to maIe & female children I dont think things would've gotten this bad. Also a lot of women treat their sons much better than their daughters.

In a patriarchial society, birthing sons lets boymoms live out their power fantasies through their sons. They 'borrow' power from their sons or use their sons as a proxy for power. Like toxic mother in-laws treating their daughter in-laws like shit bc it's through the association that this woman is married to their son, women that cover up their sons sex crimes, in some cultures; boymoms look for women who've undergone FGM for their sons.

Bear in mind so many women still have faith in maIes as a collective, they think they'll raise the "good ones". This notion is popular in feminist spaces, women think they'll magically train & raise maIe allies. There's a saying of how several boymoms have emotional incest with their sons, they see there aren't good maIes in society so they want to create their own one(s).

However I think the biggest issue is that women are never going to be sociopathic or apathetic enough to moids. It would take a high level of apathy to abort maIe fetuses & refuse to birth another xy solely on the basis of their sex, to get to this point you'd need to have this feeling towards maIes generally and most women dont have this. MaIe survival is contentigent on female subjugation, women dont need to subjugate maIes to survive, we carry life, we can also provide for ourselves & maIes know it which is why they've set up societies the way they are and they're brutal about it because they and their bloodlines would be dead anyways if they dont have a system forcing women to rely on them to survive. That said; In the end despite everything, many women still want to partner with maIes, many women still love & believe in maIes. Most women wont disassociate with maIes collectively, catherine mckinnon goes into this in her book "the second sex" where she speaks about how women are scattered everywhere & identify with the tribes maIes put them into as opposed to seeing themselves as a sovereign group.

I personally dont think birthing another oppressor is worth it but people are different. Of course this can (& does) backfire against women but by the time the damage is realised it's too late. Ultimately for a shift in gender ratio & for women to refuse to birth maIes at any cost, they need to think bigger than themselves individually. Think of womankind instead of maIe supremacy & its structures but this will never happen & I wont kid myself otherwise.

[maoam]

Naruto most likely sees how the world around him works, and it affects his behaviour, especially since he craves for acceptance.

Notice the difference in his reaction when another guy says he likes him in part 1 vs part 2.

(Sorry for a bit poor quality, it was difficult to find an accurate translation, most were viz translations which didn't convey this convo very well). In part 1 he's just annoyed, because he doesn't like Kankurou as a person. He didn't even think about that "I like you" could have certain other implications. But in part 2 he's straight up creeped out by Kakashi saying the same thing, eventhough the meaning and intention is the same in both.

Naruto's reaction to Kurama mentioning his kiss with Sasuke was also way too over the top. Like really comical. Naruto was putting on a show in front of everyone. But whenever he's with Sasuke, he forgets all about this, he is fine with waxing poetry to Sasuke, or Sasuke being close to him...

My guess is since he went through puberty he also learned things about himself and thus started to become more sensitive to such things. Thus internalized homophobia.

Take this scene for example. He seems a bit uncomfortable being there. Sai was probably made to be like this (inappropriate, talking about p*nis all the time, being compared to Sasuke, challenging Naruto about his fixation on Sasuke) so Kishi could introduce more such themes into the manga. He's rather clever about this.

Another guess (it could be both combined) would be that since Jiraiya is so aggressively straight man (to the point he has to introduce himself by saying he's not into men lol) living with him for those years during the timeskip could have affected Naruto's mindset even more. But it's funny how Kishi keeps stressing over and over how Naruto finds Jiraiya's er*tic books boring. Also unlike Jiraiya who peeps on women for p*rverted reasons, Naruto does it as a prank, and in order to practice his oiroke no jutsu. Kishi is trying to show how they are different. I remember on one discussion forum one guy actually brought up he noticed Naruto's changed behaviour after he came back with Jiraiya! Like that he was even more gay and more sensitive to gay things. See, other people notice too.

Then he calls Konohamaru's boy-on-boy jutsu "nasty". Naturally, it's a shonen, Naruto can't have a comically interested reaction like Sakura to something like that, it wouldn't fly. Thus the internalized homophobia. But I also think he didn't want to see Sasuke who he's possessive over being with Sai like that lol. And Naruto really isn't one to talk considering what he came up with later.

Look how proud he looks. Little hypocrite. He's been working on those twink bods more than rasengan lol. Kishi wasn't very subtle with that comment. Also Kishi fought for this moment with his editors for YEARS because he just really needed to write this down. It was just that important to him...

Of course Naruto's repression comes up when it comes to Sasuke as well. Here he admits Sasuke is attractive, but then immediately backpedals on it. His real feelings just slipped.

Later, he was thinking about Sasuke, his mind consumed by Sasuke, but when Sakura and Sai appear his whole body language changes and he immediately claims he was thinking about a date with Sakura. He didn't want to be vulnerable nor let anyone know about his real feelings at the moment. He is hiding behind a heterosexual facade.

But sometimes Naruto doesn't even think of backpedaling on it. He is with his supposed "crush" yet unlike anyone else who would try to get closer or maybe flirt, he is just thinking about Sasuke. This is actually a moment that made many people raise their eyebrows. Including people who didn't like narusasu, or people who didn't ship anything. Specifically because it's written like a clickbait, as in Naruto says "he is happy" and Sakura going "huh?" and because she's his supposed crush who is taking care of him as I said most readers would expect next page have Naruto say something that would emphasize his crush on Sakura. But no, he goes on about Sasuke. No matter how much ss/nh insist we see gay everywhere, many other people picked up on Kishi's writing at many points during the story. But anyway, even with the internalized homophobia, Naruto's love for Sasuke is so strong he can say crazy things about Sasuke to other people and to Sasuke himself that things like "I'm starting to like you" (a completely average thing to say to another person) can't compare to, and still be unbothered by it.

Finally there is the interaction with Minato. Naruto wants to look good in front of his dad so he hesitantly agrees Sakura is his girlfriend, despite how in the previous arc we were shown that Naruto knew Sakura still likes Sasuke, and was angry at her when she tried to confess to him. So he is obviously not serious about Sakura being his girlfriend, but he is saying it to Minato hesitantly. Yet when his dad is leaving he doesn't want to lie anymore.... but he's also hesitant about admitting he hasn't found a girl like his mom wanted.

About the last part, I think it's referring to the armadillo scene? I think it was Kishi's typical humour, like how Naruto saw Haku in makeup and feminine clothing, and assumed Haku was a girl, but then was told Haku is a boy and went "oh okay, I didn't know that kind of thing existed". Here there was instead an armadillo that somehow looked like it was wearing makeup (??? idek or at least looked feminine) and since Naruto needed to write down whether the animals were boys or girls (a ridiculous cover up mission they made up to hide the war was going on from Naruto lol) but then it was flipped over with everyone else and Naruto saw its p*nis and went "even if heaven and earth switched places, a male is still a male". I guess Kishi likes this kind of thing lol... his d*ck jokes...

I know it says "the world might flip over" here but I know it's actually that proverb "even if heaven and earth switched places" that's often used in Japanese.

EDIT: this got flagggged by tumblr so I had to edit sus words.

[exist4me]

Jealousy, jealousy

cw: smut, spanking, pet names, dirty talk, squirting, praise, degradation, possessive and rough sex?, 18+ minors DNI

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Aaron Hotchner was not a jealous man, he was used to many men and women hitting on you. He was secure in himself and your relationship. However, your interaction with a certain someone has caused the green-eyed monster to rear its head. After your date night at a fancy French restaurant, you ran into one of your exes while waiting for the valet. 

“Hey, is that you y/n?” you heard a familiar voice ask. You turn around to see your ex, Jake. You’re shocked to see him, “Oh my god, Jake, hi….” you greet him politely. 

He walks up to hug you, making eye contact with Aaron at your side, you let go of his arm to return Jake’s hug.

He pulls away, “How have you been? It's been too long. You look gorgeous by the way” 

“Thank you…I’ve been great, actually, it's been 3 years.” You laughed awkwardly. He looks over to Aaron smiling, “Who's this?”

You take Aaron’s hands softly, “This is my boyfriend, Aaron Hotchner, Aaron this is Jake, my ex.” Aaron’s face grew hard, shaking Jake’s hand. You notice his change in demeanor as he greets Jake. Thank God the valet is here, you thought.

“Um, it was nice to see you again Jake, our valet is here. Goodbye,” you said awkwardly.

“Oh well, it was good to see you again. Again, you look gorgeous.” you turn to leave when Jake pulls you into another hug, kissing your cheek briefly. You stood there stunned by his actions. You turn to look at Aaron, he's livid. Aaron took a threatened step towards Jake when you took his arm directing him towards the car.

“Let's go home baby, come on.” you drag him, giving him the keys from the valet. He opens the door for you, closing it softly. He rounds the car to enter, slamming his door shut. Aaron let out a deep aggravated breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly, he started the car to go home. The entire way home, he hasn't looked at you once. You were beginning to feel worse about this Jake situation.

After closing the front door of your house you immediately begin to apologize. 

“Honey, I'm so sorry about Jake, he went too far and crossed a lot of boundaries. It will never happen again. This is the exact reason why I broke up with him. He was so clingy and had no respect for my boundaries,” you rambled on. Aaron's face softened, he felt terrible that you feel the need to apologize for that weirdo.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I'm not mad at you, it’s him. That fucking creep, making you uncomfortable and ruining the end of our night” he kissed your lips gently. “Let’s go to bed upstairs.” you nod, relieved, as Aaron took your hand leading you to your shared bedroom.

Aaron pushed you against the door as you stepped into the room, claiming your mouth. Your entire body shudders, whimpering into his mouth, and you place your arm around his neck. He kisses your mouth deeply, and his tongue licks every crevice in your mouth. Your lips locked in a heated dance, gliding against each other. Aaron pulls away and turns you around by the hips to face the wall. He breathes heavily behind your neck, undressing you from your little black dress and underwear. There was something so domineering and obscenely sexy about you being naked while Aaron was fully dressed. You turn to face him, looking up into his eyes pleading for him to touch you.  He reclaims your lips in a heated kiss, gripping the back of your soft, smooth thighs, he whispers jump against your lips. He lifts you off the ground, squeezing a fistful of your ass. Aaron drops you on the bed, bouncing slightly, coming to a stop. He leaves soft, loving kissing on your face, trailing down to your stomach. You can feel his hot breath at your wet center causing you to clench around nothing. You whined, urging him to touch you in sinful dirty ways.

"Please baby touch me, I need you to please me" you beg. Aaron kisses your aroused clit, sucking and nibbling gently on it. He licks a long strip on your wet cunt. He's lapping up your slick juices from your folds. He moans into your pussy.

"You taste so good" He murmured sweetly. You arched your back off the bed, the heels of your feet digging into Aaron's lower back. You shiver nearing your release.

"Baby please please I'm so close….make me cum" you begged desperately for Aaron.

He pulls his face away from your bare cunt, his chin is wet and shiny from your slick. You whimpered at the loss of pleasure. He slowly rubs your clit as he scoffs at your begging.

" Did you beg like this for Jake? Hmmm? Maybe I shouldn't let you finish. Or maybe I should fuck you so dumb that you'll forget him?" Aaron asked deviously. 

"Please, I'm yours. I don't want him…I never wanted him. Just you Aaron please please baby let me cum for you. Only you can make me cum." You cried out pleading to him. He laughed tauntingly at your begging. 

"I'll let you cum baby but I wanna hear my name on your lips when you do."

Aaron continues to tongue at your labia and clit, bringing you closer to your release. You feel him insert his fingers into your wet hole, dragging and curling them against your walls. He touches the perfect spot causing you to moan louder. He makes eye contact noticing your change, and he smiles against your clit.

"Ooh, here? Right here? I know…I know it feels amazing" He cooed at you. He increased the pace of his fingers. Your hips buck up into his mouth, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as the intense pressure built up in your stomach releases. You cum screaming his name, soaking his lower face. He pins down your quivering hips as he licks up everything you give him. You pant heavily at the strength of your first orgasm. Aaron leaves gentle licks on your trembling pussy recovering from squirting. He raises his head smiling at you.

"That's my girl. You did so well baby." You smile drunkenly at him. He looks down at you, rubbing himself through his pants, your body glowing with a thin layer of sweat. Aaron quickly strips down bare. You’re captivated by him, his presence and confidence are overwhelming. He strokes his thick cock to your body, you can’t seem to look away, you’re spellbound by his actions. Aaron notices you staring long and hard at his cock.

“You want this. You need this don’t you?” you mewl at him. He slaps his thick, heavy cock on your wet clit, rubbing and moving it through your lips, coating himself with your arousal.

“Beg me for it. Tell me how badly you need me.” His demands were met instantly.

“Please Aaron, I-I need you to fuck me, ruin me. Just do what you want to me. Please…” you pray to him as if he was a god.

You moan loudly as his tip opens up your cunt, you clench and unclench around its fat mushroom head. He slowly thrust his length into you, filling you up completely. You cry out, you could barely think as Aaron consumes you, his cock is seated so deeply. He groans into your ears feeling your tight walls around him. 

“Baby, you’re so tight…I’m gonna ruin this pretty little pussy.” he grunted, giving your pussy a quick slap causing your hips to jerk up. Delirious, unable to speak, you whimper at him, hoping he understands what you want. He does. He takes hold of your legs and folds your body, your knees close to your ears. He pulls out slowly leaving his tip inside before thrusting back into you roughly. You moan as your breath knocks out your lungs. Aaron ruts into you, his thick member slamming against your walls. You moan, feeling him in your stomach. The base of his cock is soaked with your arousal, and the room is filled with the sinful and lustful sounds of your wet skin slapping against each other. You can feel him pulsing and throbbing in you, stretching you out.

“You can take it, love. Take all of me.” he panted out.

“Yes yes yes…please more.” you cried out.

His thrusts slow down as he pulls out of you. Aaron flipped you over on all fours. Your face pushed onto the bed, and you arched your back,  raising your ass to his face, your juices wetting your inner thighs. Aaron sat back looking at your soaking cunt. You whined annoyed by his lack of touch, you wiggled your ass toward him. His hands come down heavy, slapping your ass cheeks. You jolt, surprised. 

“Look at you being a little slut, wiggling your ass in my face. Have some self-respect. You’re wetting the sheet with your greedy weeping cunt.” he snarled. He thrust his cock into you with one swift movement, and you cry out feeling him deeper and against your g-spot. You breathe shallowly, adjusting to this new position. Aaron firmly holds onto your hips, thrusting into your pussy faster than before. You meet his quick thrusts, grinding your hips against him. Your ass Jiggle from the force of Aaron fucking into your cunt. Your thighs begin to quiver.

"Baby….I-I-I’m gonna cum." You whined.

He increases his thrust feeling you wet his balls and thighs. Aaron groans as you clench around him.

"Fuck baby let's cum together. Take my cum…. I'm gonna mark this pussy as mine."

You push your ass closer to him, wanting him to be deep in you. You feel the knot in your stomach unravel as you come undone. Aaron’s hips stutter losing their rhythm as you squirt and cum on him, milking his cock.

"Fuck take it….take my cum" He yells out as ropes of cum fill your cunt up. Your bed and bodies are wet with releases. You whimpered feeling his warm cum in you. He leaves slow and shallow thrusts before pulling out.

He turns you around to face him, rewarding you with a deep heated kiss. Pulling away, you said "I love you so much, baby. I'm yours."

"I love you too honey. I'm yours and you're mine." He pushes back the leaking cum from your pussy.

"Don't waste it, baby." You moaned at him, fingering your oversensitive cunt. He holds you tightly against his body, cuddling you. 

You rest your forehead on his basking in the afterglow of making love to Aaron.

[moony-2001]

How I would’ve constructed the 10 year time skip

✨Brought to you by my deep loathing for Lore Olympus✨

•warnings: super long post (I’m not joking), death, kidnapping, violence•

What The Fuck Happened

There was so much potential for the punishment arc. We could’ve seen a lot of character development, fleshed out storylines, reconciliation between certain people. We could’ve seen both Hades and Persephone going to therapy instead of claiming that one therapy session has fixed all their problems and then never going again.

Instead we got horny Persephone, pretty much no clue about what happened to Demeter OR Persephone during that time, and an easy plot device (sorry Cerberus) for Persephone to be like “I’m a big girl now harrumph harrumph, time for me to go reunite with my crusty ass bf who I’ve only know for a month”.

I hate the way she reunited with Ares. Ares is just a bonafide creep throughout the whole comic (although I liked when he attacked Zeus lol). I guess what I mostly hate about Ares and Persephone’s interaction is, yet again, it’s another example of every guy in the comic going AWOOGA over Persephone. Also Athena’s design is so fugly. I guess Rachel is completely incapable of drawing masculine presenting women as actual women.

The whole Kronos plot line is stupid. I hate it so much. Imo the whole “the titans are trying to escape so they can rule Olympus again” is overdone and not particularly done well. The fight between Kronos and Persephone is lame as shit. Like what, she gets big for all of 20 minutes, burps out a bunch of bees (which aren’t even aggressive creatures), and then does her version of the Wuxi Finger Hold from Kung Fu Panda and has Tartarus spirit Kronos away, magically fixing all of their problems (except it doesn’t and nothing is actually fixed).

Also I might get a lot of flack for this, but I don’t think the addition of Morpheus’ character was necessary. I like Morpheus. I think she’s cute. But she’s a) slowly turning into another version of Hecate and b) not really vital to the narrative imo. We already have so many other characters and plot lines that take away from the central “romance” the story is SUPPOSED to be focused on. I just don’t think we need ANOTHER character whose arc is probably not going to go anywhere.

So yeah, overall very L writing, L plot, and L characters.

What I would do differently

The first thing I would change is that the whole punishment arc would be an entire season unto itself. You’ll see why it has to be a separate season.

The second thing is (and this literally pains me to say) in order for me to rewrite this portion of LO without rewriting the entire comic, I kinda sorta have to throw the entire timeline of Greece out the window. If I try to follow a timeline based on the history of Greece, the entire timeline of LO has to shift massively. I’m already getting a migraine trying to think about how I could possibly make it work.

I do know this: Instead of 10 years I’d do somewhere between 1,000-3,000 years. 10 years is a joke. When you’re a god, 10 years is a trip to the time out corner

For now, let’s just say (assuming LO takes place in the Ancient Greece era) and Ancient Greece spanned ~1500 years, Persephone’s punishment would’ve needed to have been established near the very end of the collapse of the Late Bronze Age, spanned the entirety of Ancient Greece as we know it today, and ended some time in the very early Byzantine era. So like what, 1500-2000 years? Fine. I can work with this.

The Famine

You know how the first 400 years of Ancient Greece was deemed the “Dark Ages” and it was a time of war, famine, and loss? I want to start the punishment there. It would make sense for what we know about the characters thus far:

Demeter has had complete control over the growth of the flora and fauna on earth. She’s the goddess of the harvest after all. But we also find out that while Persephone has been in Olympus, Demeter has also been carrying out her duties as the goddess of spring. Plus Demeter has been around for forever and a day. She knows what she’s doing

Persephone doesn’t (at this point in the comic) really have control over her powers. Even in her fits of rage, she ends up doing more harm than good (i.e. her act of wrath, turning Minthe into a plant, etc.). In comparison with everyone around her, she is a literal infant. I mean shit, she’s only been alive for 20 years compared to the fact that everyone else has most likely been around for a minimum of 500 years.

If Demeter is stripped of her status as a goddess (and thus her powers) it would make sense that there would be a lot of death and famine and war over territory/food. Persephone would be left with nothing: no guidebook, no how-to. Of course a lot of people would die while she’s trying to figure her shit out. It could also be a very interesting tactic for psychological warfare on Zeus’ part. Zeus KNOWS Persephone doesn’t know what she’s doing. He knows people will die. And he knows that since life is precious to Persephone (or at least that’s what she claims), it would punish her further.

We can see episodes of Persephone struggling to provide for humanity. We could have real world examples of the affect of famine and depopulation. We would see her struggling with her powers, her mental health. We could get an episode that explains how her hands got destroyed from trying to mimic her mother’s powers. We can see what the fuck happened to Demeter in Attica.

Now obviously things will eventually go on the up and up for Persephone and her compatriots. The whole 1500-2000 years isn’t just going to be one big clusterfuck. As time progresses and chapters pass, we could see real character growth for Persephone not just mentally, but in almost every aspect. Since she will have been alive at that point for over 1000 years, the readers would be able to see her newfound maturity. We could also see her build strong female support systems and strengthen her friendships, something we NEVER saw in the OG comic (or at least they never happened without Hades somehow being involved). You get the point.

What’s Old Man Hades up to?

I have big plans for Hades and none of them involve him going into a 1000+ year coma or getting possessed by his creepy-ass dad. He is an asshole though. I kinda wanted to portray him in this the way he is in the original myths (which for those who don’t know or haven’t read it, it’s not good).

So in Greek mythology, Hades actually had a wife before he even met Persephone or Minthe. Can you take a wild guess as to who?

Bingo! It’s Leuce. Contrary to popular belief, Leuce is actually NOT a home-wrecking POC version of Persephone (don’t @ me we all know the nymphs represent the lower class and POC). In mythology, Leuce was Hades’ first wife/lover and she died sometime long ago and I believe was turned into a white poplar tree. No she is not a cousin of Thetis and Amphitrite. She is not even remotely related to them. And Thetis and Amphitrite are sisters, not cousins. Do your fucking research Rachel.

Unfortunately, Greek Mythology doesn’t really mention all that much about Leuce outside of the fact that she was a daughter of Oceanus, she was kidnapped by Hades, and when she died (for unspecified reasons) she turned into a tree. Which means I’m going to be taking a lot of creative liberties for this portion of the post. Sorry to all you diehard fans of Greek myths out there. I shall try to do her justice.

In my head-cannon Hades and Leuce had been in an arranged marriage for thousands of years. Leuce was offered by Oceanus as a peace offering after the War and Hades, not really having any other viable options for a wife, agreed to take her to the underworld (much to her dismay). Over time, they grew to have a mutually loving/caring relationship. Unlike LO Persephone, Leuce was a good queen and she worked hard to make sure the denizens of the underworld respected her and that they were well cared for. Unfortunately, they got divorced because Hades starting having an affair with Minthe. Even though she loved her kingdom and the people of the underworld, she divorced Hades because she couldn’t stand to be around him, which, y’know. Fair.

A few notes: in my head-cannon, Leuce is still around leading up the the trial and punishment. Her portrait would still be up, we would see signs that Hades and Leuce still interact (more in terms of business, not romance), etc.

Also, unlike Persephone, Leuce would not take her anger out on Minthe or turn her into a plant or destroy her apartment. She would simply wish her good luck. She would be mad at Hades for cheating and for taking advantage of Minthe while she’s at her lowest. But I’m going to be straight up: even though Leuce is meant to be the better Persephone, she still has her flaws. She’s not going to feel inclined to help Minthe in any way. Would you want to help out the person who your partner is cheating on you with? The answer is no and if you say yes, you’re lying.

Anyways, during the Punishment, Hades and Leuce reconnect and Hades finds out Leuce is dying. He tries to convince her to leave the underworld and return to her father, but she insists that she is going to stay, even if it means she dies away from everyone she loved. She won’t abandon her kingdom, her people, or her ex-husband (although that’s much better than he deserves). They move in together and Hades begins to take care of her, even as she begins to deteriorate. They also begin to rekindle their past relationship and (with the help of a therapist) work through some of their past problems together.

Note: their relationship rekindles a couple hundred years into the punishment so by the time the punishment ends, they’ve been back together for a minimum of 1200 years

The aftermath and the Rape of Persephone

Before any of you go gaga over me for the title used above, the original title used for the myth is The Rape of Persephone (or if you want to be really original, The Rape of Proserpina). In the context of the title, the term “rape” means to be taken/kidnapped rather than having sexual violence inflicted upon you. Rape stemmed from the traditional Latin word “raptus” which means “to be seized” or “carried off”. Okay? Okay.

So after the Punishment ends and Persephone feels like she has thoroughly improved herself, she goes to find Hades and talk with him about their relationship. Mainly that she feels they rushed into it, and even though she does like him she wants to take things really slow (kind of like how she wanted before getting married 3 episodes later).

Upon arriving to the underworld/Hades house, her worst fears are realized: not only has Hades (seemingly) moved on, he has found someone else. Or rather, he got back together with his ex-wife.

Persephone freaks out (“who is she?”/“I’m his wife!”)

Persephone, throughly upset for getting her hopes up, flees back to mortal realm. Hades goes to leave Leuce, but not before she tells him that if he leaves her for Persephone, she will never forgive him. Hades leaves anyways, much to the absolute despair of Leuce, who is left wailing as he runs off.

Persephone returns home and finds Demeter and they hug. Demeter is initially horrified to see what happened to her hands, but is proud of the work she did during the punishment. Persephone cries to her mother about Hades, and Demeter tries to comfort her but it inadvertently comes off more as “I told you so” rather than “I’m sorry you had to experience that” (although Demeter is sorry that Persephone’s heart is broken). Persephone, already feeling incredibly emotionally distressed, lashes out at Demeter and they start to argue. This is when Hades arrives.

Hades sees Demeter and Persephone arguing and inserts himself into the situation. Persephone becomes more upset after seeing him and Hades (assuming that Persephone is upset about the fact that Demeter is getting in the way of their “relationship” and not the fact that Persephone discovered Hades went back to his ex-wife after saying he loved her) whips out the the “one personal question, no exceptions” card and proposes to Persephone. He insists that he loves her and only her and that they should spend the rest of their immortal lives together.

Persephone says no.

Hades, not taking no for an answer and not wanting to leave the mortal realm empty handed, kidnaps Persephone, much to the dismay of Demeter, Artemis, and the nymphs. Hades returns with a traumatized Persephone to the underworld to find that Leuce has died and turned into a white poplar tree. While Persephone is sobbing on the floor, Hades weaves a mock crown from the branches and leaves of the tree, places it upon Persephone’s head, and tells her she better get used to their life together.

Thus ends the season and the punishment arc.

Afterthoughts

Thank you for sitting through my ramblings. I officially joined the anti-LO community about the time the trial happened and had been wanting to make a post like this for a reaaaaally long time. Besides the fact that the trial in of itself was completely unethical (@genericpuff made a whole post about that) the punishment arc just really pissed me off. Like go girl, give us nothing!

Anyways, I may or may not do a whole timeline reconstruction of LO depending on how much I feel like offing my sanity with the amount of research that would have to go into that. Until then, I hope you like this post and look out for other anti LO posts coming your way :)

[anamericangirl]

You know, AAG (Can I call you Aggie?), I really wonder how people like that anon exist.

"Trump is a known rapist" Evidence: Honestly, I'm being genuine here, none. I have been asking for evidence for 4 years now. Apparently it's "Common knowledge" as I've been told hundreds of times, which means it should be super easy to find evidence, right?

So why can't I find it? It's not on Wikipedia, there's no evidence shown on any videos, anywhere, even in liberal Discords and liberal image boards and liberal discussion boards and Reddit and shit, I can't find ANY evidence of him being a rapist other than "A lot of people say he is and state it as fact."

Meanwhile: "Biden showers with kids" Literally saw the video. "Hunter fucked his niece" Saw the screencaps of it on 4chan. "Bill Clinton on Epstein Island with a very questionably aged girl literally on a leash" Seen the picture thousands of times now. "Hunter getting massaged by a bunch of children's feet" Seen it, that one's old, everyone's seen it.

Got evidence of those instantly, no questions asked. Didn't even WANT to see that evidence, I just had it shown to me against my will. Literally no discussion to be had about those ones, I just believe those ones. I promise you, if I saw any hard evidence that Trump was: - Racist - Homophobic - Genocidal against trans people - A Nazi - A rapist - Hiding under the bed right now mom please check again I know he's down there and he's making trans people kill themselves - Literally any other thing liberals call him

I would believe them. If they would just produce proof, I'd believe them.

But Aggie, to this day, not one of them has actually provided proof other than "What, you don't trust me?" or changing the subject into "Oh okay bootlicker bet that boot tastes really yummy bootlicker you just love eating Trump's fucking boots"

Bitch I don't even like Trump, I just like to know that when I'm being told someone is a rapist that there's evidence to back that fuckin claim up.

Not you, Aggie. Anon's the bitch. Libs are the bitches.

Well, I won't speak for you, if you wanna be a bitch you be the hardest bitch there you can be. At least capital BITC on that. I wouldn't go too far though, you could transform into one of those humorless women who loudly announces that they don't find jokes funny when they happen on a movie 12 other people just laughed at.

I'm high I'm sorry.

You can call me whatever lol.

And that's the thing leftists don't realize.

"Well he's been called a rapist/racist/homophobe/transphobe/nazi so that should be enough to convince you. If you need evidence that just makes you all of those same things!!"

If there was evidence Trump was a rapist it would be all over the place all the time. Everywhere. Like when he said "grab 'em by the pussy" 10+ years ago and people are still going on about it as if he committed a serious crime by speaking those words. So if he was a rapist we wouldn't have to ask them for evidence and they wouldn't have to launch their ad hominem attacks because it would be everywhere. It would be all any media was talking about.

Meanwhile you have Biden in office right now with substantial evidence of very serious crimes, we have photographic and video evidence of him being a creep to children and his own daughter's journal entry about "probably inappropriate" showers with him and they don't give a fuck.

But don't worry even high you're a lot more rational and level headed than the "trump is a rapist" anons lol.

[cardcaptorsakura96]

About Last Night-Chapter 6

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lillian Luthor, Lena Luthor, Andrea Rojas, Lionel Luthor, Lex Luthor, Clark Kent, Alex Danvers, Eve Teschmacher, Jess, Bruce Wayne, Diana Prince, Winn Schott

Summary: Lillian Luthor is eagerly wanting to get to her daughter's destination wedding. However, a couple of detours with the docile Kara Danvers changes her life in a big way.

Rating: Mature

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Lillian sighed as she hung up the phone. 

“That’s a relief. Bruce and Diana were way more understanding than I thought they would be.”

Kara leaned back in her seat, sighed, and said, “I am just glad that they were so forgiving. Still not sure how I am going to look them in the eye when we see them again.”

Lillian gave a small smile while gently grabbing Kara’s hand and rubbing small circles across it causing Kara to look up at her startled. 

“It is like they said. They don’t hold anything against us this weekend especially since this was a disgruntled employee’s fault. The only thing we can do now is focus on what is ahead of us.”

Kara smiled and said, “You’re right. Thanks for that.”

Lillian gave a soft smile and said, “No problem.” Lillian stretched while looking out the limo window and said, “Besides, there are other more pressing things that we need to be conce…”

Kara looked up quizzically at Lillian noticing that she stopped in mid-sentence and asked, “Is there something wrong?”

Lillian frowned while looking out the window and murmured, “Possibly.”

Lillian turned to Jess curiously and asked, “Did something change with our flight plans? I noticed that we are on the tarmac instead of going to the traditional loading gate.”

Jess nodded and said, “Decisions were made that after yesterday’s…events, it may be better to use the jet that Bruce Wayne provided for us instead of taking a commercial flight out.”

“Oh,” said Lillian slightly flustered. “It would have been nice to be made aware of such changes.”

Jess nodded and said, “I am sorry about not saying anything sooner, but honestly given everything that has happened, this was the least worrisome of the damage control that I had to try to be ahead of the last twenty-four hours.”

Lillian winced at that statement. She leaned back in her seat and sighed. 

It is stupid of me to get upset over something minuscule like that. Change in flight plans is a minor blimp in comparison to the shit show that has been my life the last day or so. 

Lillian looked up towards Jess with an apologetic smile and said, “I am sorry for snapping Jess. You have gone above and beyond the call of duty this weekend. Not knowing about the flight change is inconsequential compared to everything else. I shouldn’t even have complained to begin with because the private jet is definitely an upgrade. At least I don’t have to worry if I am sitting next to a creep like I was last time.”

Jess laughed nervously and said, “It is not a problem. I am just glad that things will be running more smoothly from here.”

Jess rubbed the back of her neck. 

One can only hope at this point. 

As Jess was guided to her seat on the jet, she noticed there was a manilla folder on top of it. 

Must be the plan that Lex wanted me to follow. 

Jess quickly grabbed the folder and sat down at her seat to peruse its content. She frowned at some of its content and went to her phone to double verify some of the claims it made inside. After verifying everything, she stared at the file baffled. 

It is true what they say. A good ruse is one that has morsels of truth sprinkled throughout it. Hopefully, Lillian and Kara will go along with it. 

Jess looked up to see Kara fluffing up her neck pillow and taking out an eye mask to go to sleep and Lillian was busy typing away at her computer.

Jess cleared her throat to get the women’s attention. They looked up at her startled. 

“I wanted to go over the itinerary about our flight and destination before everyone gets comfortable.”

Lillian frowned and asked, “Other than we are going to Ireland and will probably sleep during a good portion of the flight, is there really anything else that we need to know?”

Jess nodded and said, “Well, it is going to take us longer to get to Ireland than originally planned.”

Lillian looked at her hesitantly and asked, “Why?”

“We chose the jet route because we honestly weren’t sure what type of state that you would be in when you guys woke up….”

“That’s understandable….” said Lillian warily.

“However, this particular jet is not equipped to make long flights overseas. For that reason, we will be making a layover on Mr. Wayne’s private island to refuel and also to change flight staff since the ones with us are currently working overtime to accommodate our schedule.”

Lillian looked at Jess hesitantly and asked, “Okay, how much downtime are we looking at?”

Jess laughed nervously and said, “One day. Possibly two if the tropical storm that they are tracking veers and hits the island.”

Lillian leaned back, groaned, and said, “It may have been better if we had actually taken commercial. I know that a lot of this was planned out so we could have discretion, but…”

Jess raised up her hand which caused Lillian to stop. 

“I understand wanting to get out as quickly as possible, but if we had tried to take commercial, it would have taken us longer to get there.”

Kara raised an eyebrow and asked, “How is that even possible?”

Read the rest on AO3

[spirkbitch]

I want to like… watch SNW so bad because the special effects we’re capable of now are so improved and seeing familiar characters fully realized with new technology is awesome. But SNW makes me feel weird because it radically changes everything I loved about characters in the original series. Especially Spock. While also implying these changes are canon for some reason, because it’s a prequel.

Part of the reason I was able to enjoy the AOS movies (in all their SFX lens flare glory), despite the plots being… questionable at times was because it was an alternate universe. Even with the TOS Spock cameo, the integrity of the original series is kept intact because it’s not a prequel.

Also this isn’t to say people can’t or shouldn’t enjoy SNW. If you like it that’s awesome and I’m all for you enjoying it. This is only my explanation for why I and possibly others have reservations.

100% agree. a lot of the stuff snw has done (especially special effects wise) are very cool and (from what i’ve watched) the show can be very enjoyable. but it’s disappointing because it feels like it could have been a way to actually explore these characters but in reality all they did was write their own characters and slap the same name on them. and, just like you said, it would be so much easier to enjoy if they weren’t so set on insisting it’s all canon.

and it seems like a lot of people don’t want to hear what’s wrong with it, which is fine. if you really like it and don’t really care or don’t want to talk about continuities and implications for tos that’s cool just scroll past those posts i guess, but it feels like whenever it gets brought up someone has to claim that none of your concerns are valid because it’s a good show and it’s like, y’all can enjoy it. there’s no problem with enjoying it, but don’t try and shut down any conversation that isn’t praising it.

like it being an enjoyable show and it having a lot of problems and continuity issues are not mutually exclusive. plenty of people like the changes they’ve made and i’m happy for those people. but we don’t need to act like just because people like it that means there’s nothing wrong with it.

i personally can’t stand what they did to Christine, why make her so badass and hardcore if it just retroactively makes her tos character seem sad by comparison. like i’m sorry but you can’t just show me that this character that i know as usually very calm, reserved, helpful, maybe a little too intense about her crushes (but who can blame her for that), but mostly keeps to herself, was actually super badass (and nearly unrecognizable personality wise) 8 years ago and expect me to be happy about that. like, what happened to her? why wouldn’t you just make that a new character? it’s like whoever wrote her in snw saw tos chapel, decided she was boring, and then made her not boring anymore. and people act like snw did some crazy feminist power move by making her this powerful badass but it’s really just disappointing. hot take: making a woman you deemed boring not boring anymore isn’t feminism. (like women can have personalities other than powerful badass and it can still be feminist, she can be calm and caring and reserved and you could have still made her a feminist symbol, but instead they changed her character entirely)

and don’t get me wrong i love snw chapel (she’s very awesome and i have a crush on her), i just wish she was her own character (like if it were an alternate timeline). especially because this little relationship they’re writing makes her tos character look like such a creep towards Spock.

i don’t care how much you tell me it’s a prequel, those are not the same character. Spock too, you can’t convince me he would actually ever act anything like he does in snw. and people always want to say that since it’s a prequel of course they’re going to act different, yeah different i would be fine with, but these characters are unrecognizable.

and none of that means i think people shouldn’t like it or shouldn’t watch it. i just don’t like how it seems like some fans of snw seem to wish there would be no discussion about it, while also placing themselves into the discussions about it. if you like the show and disagree with my opinions on it, either ignore me or discuss it with me, don’t reply just to tell me that i shouldn’t have that opinion.

like seriously did y’all see that reblog argument where i explained my opinion and their only response was pretty much “but i like it and it’s enjoyable” i mean i said it was a bad prequel and their response for why they think it’s a good prequel was that ‘they bend canon’ and that ‘they aren’t too precious about canon characters’ like what? that can be why you like it but i cannot even begin to see why you would think that makes it a good prequel. bending canon and fucking around with well established and well loved characters does not seem like the formula to make a good prequel. (i couldn’t even reply because that reply made so little sense to me)

plus like why are people shocked that people have issues with it? it’s a prequel, either stick closer to the canon material or accept that people are going to be upset with it.

okay sorry the rant is over now

[welcome-to-oslov]

Re the asker who said, "Not all of the men were violent with him. Most weren't, in fact."

Kind of... sure, most weren't violent in the sense of Spring Fling, or Linden & Jorning.

But, haven't most of us been there once or twice with an overeager guy who turns out to be a creep? It's disconcerting to have someone pawing all over you, pushing you down, trying to make stuff happen with you as just a body rather than a participant (or person). My time with that, I eventually had to say, "Uh, you're being a little rapey right now" to get him to come to his senses & let go of my wrists & stop trying to shove his knee between my legs. I was older than Tilrey, more experienced, and didn't feel scared (yet). But it was strange the moment I realized I didn't have the power.

Fortunately for me I've never had anything keep going and go further, but poor Tilrey did. Every time.

That feels violent (in your body) even if it's not "violent". I remember the first time he was taken by Malsha: he just laid there, but afterwards, his body was trembling uncontrollably. The stress and adrenaline and, yes, the violence of such intimacy, even though Malsha had been vanilla.

Sorry to take a while answering this! And I totally agree—there’s outright violence, and then there are other forms of coercion that are sneakier and slimier and often propped up and normalized by a messed-up system. When Tilrey is with Malsha, he already knows the consequences of saying no will be violent (because Malsha sent him to the officers’ club), so he chooses to submit. But that means doing internal violence to himself.

I think the way I write is influenced by growing up at a time when people didn’t talk openly about rape culture, except for a few feminist thinkers. In the 70s book Fear of Flying (slightly before my time!), the narrator says that when she was in college, women believed that any woman who claimed to have been raped was faking—that’s how pervasive it was in the 50s. In the 80s, we all felt very enlightened when we could agree that Jodie Foster’s character in The Accused did not “ask” to be raped, even though she had been dancing sexily in a bar. 🙄 And I know it’s still not great out there, but I’m glad that now at least it’s possible to tell someone “You’re being rapey” and hopefully shut that behavior down. Social norms did change as survivors talked openly about their experiences. Oslov needs that change, too, though the ideology undergirding the rape culture is different (more about class than gender).

[vintage-bentley]

apologies if you've talked about this before somewhere, but I'm curious- what's your take on watching or not watching s3 of GO when it arrives at some point, knowing what we now know about Gaiman (and have had some time to absorb that)? I think there's wisdom in avoiding media by predatory males that are tainted by their misogynistic worldviews and trying to uplift female creators instead, and I generally pursue that when trying to find new stuff to read or watch (and Gaiman has been on my shit list for things in his work for a while, but I did still find GO diverting and harmless enough to watch in spite of that). but after the fact... it wouldn't bother me to watch it like it bothers me a bit to see known abuser actors in lead roles, because Gaiman's not on screen and he's also (probably) not on set abusing the cast, a la Whedon, so it's not tainted that way. Financially... well to be honest with you I'm not paying for prime anyway, so it's not like I'm monetarily supporting Gaiman anyway. And yet...a lot of people had to look the other way for a long time, and continued to give him flowers he didn't deserve. I feel like that should change something tangibly about the way we approach his work now. All those posts from other fandom women on here about denialists are 'making excuses for an abuser just because we like a tv show' don't sit right with me. Not because I'm a Gaiman defender; I believe his victims completely due to the overwhelming evidence & I think he's a vile little man who deserves to get hit by a bus. But I wonder if that's enough.

I’m sorry that this took so long for me to respond to! I wanted to make sure I got my thoughts in order before I talked about this, so thank you for your patience!

(Note I’m making after writing the below: I noticed I made this more about being a fan of GO in general, not just season 3. Because at the time I’m answering this ask, season 3 isn’t guaranteed so my mind’s more on the fandom in general)

Personally, I think there’s no “right” answer and that it’s going to be different for everyone.

Somebody who came to the show as a big fan of Neil might feel differently from somebody who became a fan of him through the show, who might feel differently from somebody who never cared for him.

For me, I never cared about him, and I don’t even mean that in a “I always hated him, look how smart I am” way. I just mean that I didn’t pay attention to him, because I very rarely pay attention to the writers of shows I like. And as far as the book goes, I paid more attention to Pratchett since it seems he was responsible for most of it. Then of course later on I had my own annoyances with Neil so I actively ignored him. So when the accusations came out, my relationship with GO didn’t really feel much different, since Neil had never been a central part of that relationship. However, I can see how somebody might feel differently if their relationship with GO involved eagerly waiting for a new post from Neil and seeking out all the work of his that they could.

I agree that we should change the way we approach his work. Focus more on how women in his works are treated, for example. I know that I’m even more uneasy about that “stable of ladies” comment from Ms Sandwich than I was before…as well as the fact that there are TWO women in Good Omens involved in the sex industry. Why? Probably because the writer is a creep who feels entitled to women’s bodies.

I don’t think that remaining a fan of GO is “making excuses” for Neil. Making excuses would be trying to find some reason to discredit the women he abused, which unfortunately has happened. I’ve seen people claiming that the whole thing was a “terf conspiracy”, to claiming that it was a tactic to interfere with the UK election, to focusing on what the victims’ personal politics might be and why that makes them bad people. I could go on and on, because people had so many wild excuses for why their favourite male had to be innocent. That’s much different than just remaining a fan while acknowledging that the writer is not a good person, and that it’s possible that his own beliefs have seeped into his writing (again, I point to the existence of Ms Sandwich and her “girls”).

I don’t think it’s right that people on here are demanding that fans of GO cut all ties with it…because the fact is, that if you love something and have been involved with it for years, you likely can’t just drop that immediately. If there are people who can do that, good for them, but I don’t think it should be expected of everyone.

Since this ask was sent, season 3 filming has been paused, presumably for “production changes”. My hope is that Neil is removed from the project, because I still really love the story of Good Omens and I would love to see it completed on screen without him around.

In short, personally I still love Good Omens and I doubt I’ll stop loving it any time soon. I feel like personally, my relationship with the story doesn’t change much, but I understand the people who feel otherwise. And now that there’s hope of season 3 continuing without him, I think it’s fine to be looking forward to it.

Most importantly, I don’t want anyone to think that my continuing to interact with the fandom is me supporting Neil. That was never the case, and it is especially not the case now.

[multiversxwhore]

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Parings: Sam Winchester x black!oc

Word count: 2k

Wayward: (adj) following one's own capricious, wanton, or depraved inclinations— rebellious, disobedient, defiant

Chapter 1

Sam had seen her in his art class before; she sat three seats across from him. It was a perfect amount of space, he could look at her for as long as he wanted, and she would never notice. Her skin was cinnamon brown, with milk chocolate eyes, her lips were pouty, and plump. Her facial expression was usually pinched up like she was angry about something, but Sam knew better. He noticed when she was talking to her friends, she was always goofing off, or laughing with a beautiful bright smile.

Sam didn’t know the last time he actually spent time with “friends” and laughed. He frowned, having flashes of the last conversation Sam had with his older brother Dean. It wasn’t really much of a conversation as it was a shouting match. His brother had to be the most stubborn person he knew, he just didn’t understand that Sam needed to have a normal life. He was tired of trying to explain it to Dean. Lost in his own thoughts, Sam didn’t even notice her staring back at him.

Embarrassed from being caught, he quickly looked away, desperately trying to find something else to focus on. When he looked up in her direction again, she was still looking at him. This time she blinked, and flashed her pretty teeth at him; her smile brightened up her whole face. Her lips were luscious, and lightly glossed, eyes covered in dark eyeliner like always. Sam was shocked by her response; he thought she’d think he was a creep. He flashed a lopsided grin back and the girl giggled quietly at him, but when the professor dismissed the class she got up from her seat and left as if the encounter didn’t happen.

After heading back to the dorm to change out of his clothes from the gym, Sam headed to the library to study with his buddy Marcus from his English class. “So you telling me a hot chick actually made eye contact with you, and all you did was smile back at her?” Marcus questioned , judgment heavy in his tone. He was always breathing down Sam’s neck about hooking up with a girl on campus; Marc claimed Sam’s “dark and mysterious” personality was a chick magnet.

“What was I supposed to say, ‘Hi my name is Sam Winchester, sorry I’ve been staring like a creep because I’m an idiot that doesn’t know how to use actual words’?” Sam’s tone dripped with sarcasm, he rolled his eyes at the ridiculous thought of it. He had put more time into talking himself into approaching her, than actually doing it.

“Aren't you studying for a law degree?” Marcus chortled, shaking his head in disbelief while flipping through the textbook. Sam was about to argue back when the same girl from his art class walked through the library; her hair was now down in loose curls framing her face. The make up she had on earlier was gone, Sam had never seen her so relaxed, and carefree. Though her lips were moving as if she was talking to someone, no one was with her.

Marcus looked up to see what had caught his friend’s attention. “That’s the girl you’ve been talking about? Tamera Jackson? Ha, okay I get it. You like crazy women. She’s hot, but not worth the trouble.” Marcus leaned back in his seat losing interest, though Sam kept watching. The young woman disappeared behind one of the large bookshelves when she was no longer in sight Sam too sat back in his seat lost in thought.

“Tamera Jackson, how come I’ve never known her name? How do you know her?” Sam turned to Marcus, his eyes shining with mirth. The campus was swarming with hundreds, maybe thousands of girls, and Marcus had zeroed in on Tamera specifically. He wasn’t exactly the type to play favorites, all women are objects to him.

“I don’t want to go into detail, but she’s batshit; people were saying that her family goes out hunting. Get this, they were caught doing some crazy witchcraft ritual. Yea that girl and her family are freaks.” As Marcus rambled on, he pulled up a YouTube video; Tamera and two other girls that were around the same age held down a man. There were sigils spray painted all over the walls, and floors. The large man tied up in the chair laughed haughtily. “You can kill me if you want; I’ll just come back in another body. Earth has an unlimited supply of vessels.” Sam knew all too well what was going on here, but he kept quiet, continuing to watch the video.

“Yea, and we’ll just kill you in that body as well; you can’t hide from us, we specialize in patients,” The oldest-looking of the three girls replied, Tamera walked up next; the man started to squirm a bit, not quite able to meet her brown eyes.

“No, not you! I’ve heard about you! Just kill me now,” the man begged. They always beg after killing so many innocent people, Sam thought to himself. Tamera didn’t say anything, a deep frown set on her lips, much how she looked whenever she was deeply concentrating in class.

She grabbed the man by the head; instantly he started to writhe, his face lighting up on the inside. Tamera’s eyes were glossed over, no longer brown, but a smoky white. The man was screaming horrifically; he opened his mouth and a black murky cloud shot out of him, and evaporated into the air. The video ended because one of the younger girls looked up and saw the perp with the camera.

“Hey! What have you been stalking us?” she shouted.

“Get him!” yelled the older girl. The video ended with the camera shaking, and moving sporatically.

“See?” Marcus claimed.

Sam was utterly shocked. If he understood correctly, Tamera was a hunter, and maybe the other girls were her sisters.

“Jackson…why does that last name sound familiar?” Sam wondered out loud.

“I don’t know man, but I’ve got calculus in an hour. I’ll see you later?” Marcus got up from his seat, packing his things into his book bag.

“Yeah, later,” Sam confirmed; the two guys slapped hands in a brotherly manner, and Marcus left.

Sam couldn’t help but think about that video, the way she cast out a demon, he’d only faintly heard of it before. She hadn’t spoken any Latin; actually, she hadn’t been saying anything at all. He had to talk to Tamera. Videos like that on the internet weren’t good for hunters; too much unwanted attention caused problems.

Sam got up from the table, packing his things into his bags, and wandered in the direction Tamera went; some of the book aisles had couples intensely making out, and some were empty.

Finally he turned a corner, and at the back of a room Tamera sat at a large table meant for at least four people all by herself. She watched the rain fall from the other side of the floor to ceiling windows; then she sighed, and started pulling her stuff from her bag.

Sam hesitated, contemplating whether he should bug her or not; she seemed so concentrated on what she was doing. “Dude, move out the way.” A pale lanky dude with greasy hair shoved passed Sam causing him to stumble out of his hiding spot. After adjusting himself, she squared his shoulders back, and fixed his posture.

When he approached the table, she hadn't looked up yet. Sam slowly waved his hand in front of the girl's face. When she looked up, Tamera smiled, recognizing those sweet brown eyes, and dimples.

Sam was dumbfounded by her reaction; she looked so mean until she smiled and her face brightened. “Hey I’m Sam, we have art class together,” Sam announced he was still awkwardly standing near the table.

“I’m sorry what?” Tamera asked. She pulled a headphone out of her ear, and paused her music before sitting up in her seat.

“Oh, I said I’m Sam, we have an art class together.” He reached out his hand for her to shake it; her hands were small, and soft. Not quite what he expected. If she was a hunter, she must not be doing the heavy lifting.

“You can sit if you want. Need some help with the homework or something?” Tamera offered. She had noticed he was pretty good with his work, though he could use some tidying up on his lines.

“Just ask me,” Tamera cut in; there was no need to beat around the bush since he made such a fuss about talking to her.

“Well I saw this video, and I was wondering if you knew about it?” Sam mumbled.

Tamera knew exactly what video he was referring to. “Sam,” she called his attention back.

“It’s a video of you, casting out a demon,” he blurted. She froze in her seat, analyzing him. He didn’t seem like he could be a hunter, but then again, neither did she. Sam was usually aloof; she’d been watching him for a while, and not just in art class.

“What do you know about demons?” she asked. No regular person spoke like that. He had either read it in a book, or had direct experience. Tamera was betting on the latter. Sam looked at her suspiciously. “What do you know about demons?” He leaned forward,speaking in a hushed voice.

“I asked you first,” Tamera retorted, not missing a beat. Sam was stumped; she was right. He was caught, but he felt he could trust her even though they just officially met.

“Okay, well, I am- uh was, a hunter,” Sam confessed. It was raining even harder than this morning; he ignored it for now.

“Was? What happened? Did you have a partner? How did you find that video? Who showed it to you? Are you friends with them? Do they know you’re a hunter? I need to know Sam, this is important information.” Tamera unexpectedly rolled out a ton of questions right after the other, as if she was compelled to ask.

“Uh, whoa. Okay, all calm down. I didn’t want to be a hunter anymore, I wanted something more stable. I use to work with my brother Dean; and I found the video because my chemistry partner Marcus showed me,” Sam explained. Tamera was tapping her pen; she seemed kind of fidgety suddenly. She swallowed hard, like she was trying to keep vomit down. Sam leaned back in his seat.

“You didn’t answer my last question Sam.” Her voice sounded weird, like it wasn’t her talking.“No, he doesn’t know,” Sam confirmed softly.

“Can I trust you?” Tamera asked, her brown eyes brimmed with unshed tears. The weight of her current situation was becoming unbearable, having no one to turn to makes it worse. Now that she’s met someone else like her, she feels a little less lonely.

“Yes.” Sam nodded, he didn’t intend to become involved in this girl's issues, and he probably wouldn’t have if Marcus didn’t give him an excuse to talk to her. If he never saw that video, then he wouldn’t be here talking to her about any of this. The last thing Sam wanted was to become involved in Hunting again.

“I’m just so happy to run into someone who knows what it’s like.” She smiled a little bit. Sam sighed, he knew the feeling. He missed Dean a lot, he was the only friend Sam ever had honestly.

“What’s your last name; maybe I know your family?” she asked.

“Winchester. Yours?” Sam leaned forward on the table, he had thrown his bag down onto the floor beside his chair. He laughed at himself for how ridiculous he was being; this whole time he wouldn’t talk to Tamera because he thought she was way out of his league.

The beautiful girl's face brightened up at the mention of the last name, her dad talked about the family all the time. “Oh! John Winchester is your father right? My dad talked about him all the time; my last name is Jones.” Tamera smiled brighter. She felt right at home with Sam. Sure she had some friends here on campus, but they’d never understand what her life is like, always running from monsters, or running right into them. It was exhausting, holding back all day, talking about frivolous things. She didn’t mind the distractions, but how long could they talk about which high end store was worth the money? The answer to that? Hours.

“Oh yea, your dad was Tommy Jones right? They ran a few gigs together; I can’t believe we never met.” Sam chuckled a bit. He tried to think back, and he was pretty sure they had never met before now.

“My daddy did not play that. We were either in school, or learning how to shoot a gun. He never finished highschool, so he made up for it by making us go. It was hard though; he didn’t always come back,sometimes for days, or weeks,” Tamera reminisced about the times where their mom would stay up as long as it would take for their dad to come home. It was really bad for her health though, they didn’t talk about their mom much nowadays.

“Well, that explains it.” Sam would be lying if he said he was jealous, she had more of a childhood than he did.

“Anywho, I guess we're besties now huh?” Tamera wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Sam threw his head back laughing. His dimples pressed deeply into his face; that was her favorite feature.

“So there’s a party at the bar tonight; you should come,” Sam said, then wanted to kick himself. He could see Dean mocking him like a doofus right then.

“Yea? It would be fun to party with my new best friend. I’ll be there. Oh shoot, I’m gonna be late for History.” She scrambled to her feet, Sam stood up, not ready to part yet.

“Hey I can walk with you,” he offered. There were a lot of creeps on campus, and while he was sure Tamera could handle herself, why go through all of that.

She paused for a moment, smiling as she handed him her phone, “Sure thanks. While you're at it, make yourself useful and put your number in my phone,” she joked, collecting all her things and shoving them into her book bag. Sam chuckled and obeyed. They walked for a while together; she had long forgotten about her classes, being more interested in Sam Winchester.

When they had finally made it to the lecture room for Tamera’s Roman history class, they lingered outside the door. Tamera felt butterflies in her tummy; she usually didn’t pay attention to guys, because most of them didn’t have a clue. Sam though, he had a brain in his skull, and he was actually pretty funny.

“So, I’ll see you tonight?” she asked.

“Yes.” Sam nodded his head, a lopsided grin appearing onto his face; he couldn’t think about anything else right now, but how lucky he feels to have met Tamera now as she was. Before all the hell started.

“Pinky promise?” Tamera asked, holding out her small pinky finger, Sam laughed running his hand through his chocolate brown locks of hair.

“Pinky promise.” Sam hooked his finger with hers. She grinned and disappeared behind the auditorium doors. He watched her walk away as she went to sit with who seemed to be a friend.

He sighed to himself, “And to think I was going to skip today.”

[nancydrewwouldnever]

This is going to sound like a rant because well it's a rant and I'm getting the worst colds in my life this month and I'm under the effect of powerful meds lmao

First things first. Thank you so much for sharing the beautiful ❤️ picture of your sweetest bestest boy Billy, and very sorry for your loss.

Then, been reading your last posts as well as the one from yesterday (?) about mourning the image Chris had sold and i can't agree more but i have my own take. I hadn't been a fan for long, started around 2019, i never cared about cap or marvel, came to like him because he seemed a decent actor and not too problematic (had heard about his philandering, fuckboi ways, knew about minka & jenny, etc etc) and tbh it's not only the disney pr machine, his interviews where he parrots about wanting a wife and kids without actually doing anything conducive to that, or my own delusions (i don't think too highly of myself lol I'm not a raging beauty or anything special so of course I thought a peasant like myself would never have a chance with Captain all american internet bf), but there were people inside the fandom who were also hardcore promoting that image of him, that he was essentially a nice guy who was looking for stability. I believed those tall tales. I found the lily james stuff annoying already but stuck around. Enters instagram. All i see is young girls (I'm on the older side, therefore too old for grandpa evans) going nuts about likes and follows. Didn't really pay too much attention, i wanted to believe he was better than this. Then along comes Alba. A literal nobody -for reference I'm typing this from Europe, yeah no one knows her here- and all the assumptions i had made about him come crumbling down. She's an unknown and untalented 'actress' who dropped out of hs, not tall or particularly beautiful and the only thing she's good at is looking younger than her actual age and also taking off her clothes. It sounds ridiculous and parasocial yup but there were a couple nights i couldn't sleep because one of my faves had become a total joke in my eyes. I'm staying not even for the dragging but for people like you, maddy, ginger, mar and the female friendships i made on here and insta. I'm repulsed by him. I think he's the typical creep who once they turn 40 they start chasing the young ones to relive their glory days. He'll never find the love he claims to want, cuz prob he doesn't really want it. It's obvious he hasn't grown a bit not even after Slate. He hasn't learned a single thing, about himself, women, life... He'll remain stunted. And i agree with what you're saying about his self-esteem, but he's said arrogance is his biggest flaw so I do think now his 'pissiness' w the fandom and why he doesn't anything only trollba dumps is because he's somehow mad his fans didn't fall for his shit this time, girls found her nasty roles and photoshoots and let's be honest i doubt his hollywood colleagues are impressed with his sugar baby. I don't think he'll ever change or get therapy, which is sad. And i also have the feeling he only went public with this chick because his fans once again caught him with the hand in the cookie jar. So he's still trying to sell that he's a great serious committed bf. Who flies you back in economy, draws stuff on your chin and records you while he makes you look stupid. Sorry for the length of this, i needed to vent

Personally, I don't think it's a hand in the cookie jar situation (because that cookie jar was breadcrumbed from for months before the first NYE trip took place), but don't know exactly how to explain the whole mess.

[maoam]

Can you talk about Naruto’s internalized homophobia? Also what do you think of when he said men will be men on that animal island?

Naruto most likely sees how the world around him works, and it affects his behaviour, especially since he craves for acceptance.

Notice the difference in his reaction when another guy says he likes him in part 1 vs part 2.

(Sorry for a bit poor quality, it was difficult to find an accurate translation, most were viz translations which didn't convey this convo very well). In part 1 he's just annoyed, because he doesn't like Kankurou as a person. He didn't even think about that "I like you" could have certain other implications. But in part 2 he's straight up creeped out by Kakashi saying the same thing, eventhough the meaning and intention is the same in both.

Naruto's reaction to Kurama mentioning his kiss with Sasuke was also way too over the top. Like really comical. Naruto was putting on a show in front of everyone. But whenever he's with Sasuke, he forgets all about this, he is fine with waxing poetry to Sasuke, or Sasuke being close to him...

My guess is since he went through puberty he also learned things about himself and thus started to become more sensitive to such things. Thus internalized homophobia.

Take this scene for example. He seems a bit uncomfortable being there. Sai was probably made to be like this (inappropriate, talking about p*nis all the time, being compared to Sasuke, challenging Naruto about his fixation on Sasuke) so Kishi could introduce more such themes into the manga. He's rather clever about this.

Another guess (it could be both combined) would be that since Jiraiya is so aggressively straight man (to the point he has to introduce himself by saying he's not into men lol) living with him for those years during the timeskip could have affected Naruto's mindset even more. But it's funny how Kishi keeps stressing over and over how Naruto finds Jiraiya's er*tic books boring. Also unlike Jiraiya who peeps on women for p*rverted reasons, Naruto does it as a prank, and in order to practice his oiroke no jutsu. Kishi is trying to show how they are different. I remember on one discussion forum one guy actually brought up he noticed Naruto's changed behaviour after he came back with Jiraiya! Like that he was even more gay and more sensitive to gay things. See, other people notice too.

Then he calls Konohamaru's boy-on-boy jutsu "nasty". Naturally, it's a shonen, Naruto can't have a comically interested reaction like Sakura to something like that, it wouldn't fly. Thus the internalized homophobia. But I also think he didn't want to see Sasuke who he's possessive over being with Sai like that lol. And Naruto really isn't one to talk considering what he came up with later.

Look how proud he looks. Little hypocrite. He's been working on those twink bods more than rasengan lol. Kishi wasn't very subtle with that comment. Also Kishi fought for this moment with his editors for YEARS because he just really needed to write this down. It was just that important to him...

Of course Naruto's repression comes up when it comes to Sasuke as well. Here he admits Sasuke is attractive, but then immediately backpedals on it. His real feelings just slipped.

Later, he was thinking about Sasuke, his mind consumed by Sasuke, but when Sakura and Sai appear his whole body language changes and he immediately claims he was thinking about a date with Sakura. He didn't want to be vulnerable nor let anyone know about his real feelings at the moment. He is hiding behind a heterosexual facade.

But sometimes Naruto doesn't even think of backpedaling on it. He is with his supposed "crush" yet unlike anyone else who would try to get closer or maybe flirt, he is just thinking about Sasuke. This is actually a moment that made many people raise their eyebrows. Including people who didn't like narusasu, or people who didn't ship anything. Specifically because it's written like a clickbait, as in Naruto says "he is happy" and Sakura going "huh?" and because she's his supposed crush who is taking care of him as I said most readers would expect next page have Naruto say something that would emphasize his crush on Sakura. But no, he goes on about Sasuke. No matter how much ss/nh insist we see gay everywhere, many other people picked up on Kishi's writing at many points during the story. But anyway, even with the internalized homophobia, Naruto's love for Sasuke is so strong he can say crazy things about Sasuke to other people and to Sasuke himself that things like "I'm starting to like you" (a completely average thing to say to another person) can't compare to, and still be unbothered by it.

Finally there is the interaction with Minato. Naruto wants to look good in front of his dad so he hesitantly agrees Sakura is his girlfriend, despite how in the previous arc we were shown that Naruto knew Sakura still likes Sasuke, and was angry at her when she tried to confess to him. So he is obviously not serious about Sakura being his girlfriend, but he is saying it to Minato hesitantly. Yet when his dad is leaving he doesn't want to lie anymore.... but he's also hesitant about admitting he hasn't found a girl like his mom wanted.

About the last part, I think it's referring to the armadillo scene? I think it was Kishi's typical humour, like how Naruto saw Haku in makeup and feminine clothing, and assumed Haku was a girl, but then was told Haku is a boy and went "oh okay, I didn't know that kind of thing existed". Here there was instead an armadillo that somehow looked like it was wearing makeup (??? idek or at least looked feminine) and since Naruto needed to write down whether the animals were boys or girls (a ridiculous cover up mission they made up to hide the war was going on from Naruto lol) but then it was flipped over with everyone else and Naruto saw its penis and went "even if heaven and earth switched places, a male is still a male". I guess Kishi likes this kind of thing lol... his dick jokes...

I know it says "the world might flip over" here but I know it's actually that proverb "even if heaven and earth switched places" that's often used in Japanese.

EDIT: this got flagggged by tumblr so I had to edit sus words, let's see if it can be posted now.

[dangermousie]

Ep 6

1. I totally forgot but they give Paula’s age in this ep and she is 5. Five!!!! That means her classmates are the same age - wtf kind of parent sends a 5 year old to a boarding school? One that doesn’t bother show up when bodies pile up and a nazi plague rages, I guess. (Side note - I was not spoiled for actual Nazis and remember !!! when we find out, but in retrospect, it all so made sense.)

2. I love every bit of progress between Maria and Ivan. When he thanks her for not giving him away as he hid in her room on one of the gang’s shenanigans and she smiles...(look at ep 1 and now btw, what a contrast in attitude!)

3.Yes, they find a bunch of kid corpses and the teacher’s corpse. At this point, I’d be begging my parents for a transfer anywhere, even juvvie, but mmv.

4. How much do I love that when Ivan sees Noiret, his first instinctive move is to look towards Maria for reassurance. The kid is a mess and a project but he has rock solid instincts and he really does respond to genuine care so well.

5. I have always found it so utterly sad that Noiret shipped him away as much as he could, hit him and broke his bones on the regular and never said a loving word his entire life and Ivan STILL kept looking and hoping for any crumb of affection - the way he lights up when Noiret pals around with him (because as we find out shortly, he is about to go on trial for abusing his girlfriend and needs Ivan to bear false witness) - oooooof. OOOF.

6. But much as he tries to lie to himself daddy really cares - the way he boasts the man will take him sailing in the summer etc, he knows this is all not true. The way he bristles when Carol points out Noiret just wants something is because he is smart and he knows she is right (Noiret is terrible at emotional manipulation; the only reason it works with Ivan is because Ivan is so desperate) is because he doesn’t want to believe and he’s deliberately lying to himself. But you see him try to get out of testifying - and the way he tries not to antagonize Noiret, making up some exam he has to take, and the way he crumbles quickly and backs away from it - just ooooof. Most characters in this show needed serious therapy, but he probably most of all.

7. I do love that Maria is his good angel. First, watch him voluntarily come find her to apologize for losing his temper.

But also, when she tells him not to lie during the trial, to prevent his father from continuing to abuse him and daddy’s various women (and the way she gives agency to Ivan, saying he has the power to end it) and he’s just quiet really...

8. This scene! Where he says he doesn’t want to lie and daddy says truth is relative and the woman had it coming (!!!!) and something in Ivan’s face just shatters as he asks “and I, did I have it coming?” and Noiret can’t even manage a lie of being sorry but just grabs his arm hard enough to bruise as he claims he changed. All Noiret can say is he’s his father and this isn’t done to one’s father (but you are not supposed to abuse your children either and yet this didn’t stop Noiret) and then does he want Noiret in jail and I start wondering how badly he beat up his ex (and in front of his son!) to get a jail term. And the way Ivan walks off defeated...the most he can come up with at the end of this season as a means of fighting back is to try to run away so as to avoid testifying. It’s quite a growth from this to his standing up to Noiret the way he does in latter seasons.

9. Points for the show having Hector go wtf at Ivan going in and out of Maria’s room and jumping to “she’s banging an underage kid” conclusion because that is something people WOULD think. (Sorry, Hector, you have a bunch of adults being creeps of that nature in this show, but Maria is not one of them.) And it ends in make outs mmmm!!!

Show was really pushing them hard early on. I hope they eventually get together after the story is over and Maria has time and space to grieve Fermin.

10. Carol wanting a relationship but Marcos saying he can’t because he needs to take Paula and leave. And that is a little preview for Carol about never coming first. (Also, girl, you barely know him and your chemistry is so-so, not sure where your fixation comes from, but whatever.) Also, none of this prevents them from sucking face and like BREAK UP WITH YOUR EXISTING BOYFRIEND FIRST, OMG, CAROL!!!!

And of course Ivan sees. (Yes, he totally takes her back after all of this in s2. That is so codependent.)

11. That’s our last shot of him for this season, which is a fair preview of Ivan’s entire purpose on this show - being tortured while hot. To be fair, he does it really really well.

12. And the season ends on the fact that a student body is found in the woods. The first but not the last, just saying!

First season remains my least fave but it’s still really really fun and sets up everything really well.

Off to s2.

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Hey no hold on you don't have to be nice to men who are already actively being mean to you or something. Just don't be a fucking TERF who thinks men are born inherently evil and incapable of change. I thought the point was "if all I can be is a monster then I may as well accept it" not "oh no girls snap at me when I tell them they shouldn't have rights"??

The guy escaped the pipeline but the point of the post isn't about guys who are IN IT it's about boys who aren't. Who are 12, 15, not assholes yet. It's about stopping them from BECOMING alt right, not how to handle people who are already.

Like if you are told that identifying as man or being born in a male body (or both, a lot of people say both) makes you evil in itself. That you are discriminatory by default. You might decide there's no point in being kind because you'll always fail. I know you know men are individuals but just because you know that doesn't mean everyone does. TERFs certainly don't, and radical feminism is popping off at the same time all this other shit is happening. Their whole THING is that men are violent rapists from birth who can never be changed, and doing damage control rather than working for actual equality. There are people who genuinely believe that cis men, and trans men and trans women as well, are all dangerous and need to be locked out of everyone else's spaces.

"but TERFs aren't leftist" firstly they claim to be, but secondly...lots of queer people a d self-described leftists have been parroting their talking points without even realizing it. "I wish I lived in a world with no men lol, men DNI, kill all men hehe" reblogging posts from literal TERFs and not realizing it because they didn't say anything bad about trans people specifically, and because they go "don't worry trans men, you are also included in my DNI and posts about wanting you dead. Also trans women aren't men so I don't want you dead and you can reblog"

"sorry I'll delete that post now I didn't realize the "we should invent a disease that wipes out men" post was made by a TERF whoopsies"

If you already understand that men aren't evil by some god given nature design then the post.... isn't ABOUT you???? Yes there's plenty of people who know better than that but there are also plenty of people who don't. It depends on who you're seeing in your algorithm, or on Tumblr who you're following. Just don't let posts like that spread, so we can hopefully keep them from reaching too many people

You can still tell people who are actively discriminatory to fuck off. And you SHOULD. Sexists and rapists don't deserve to be coddled. But a pipeline starts slowly, creeps up over months or years as you listen to more and more voices of hate. This just helps people from starting that path- because a lot of them would hate the very person they are now in the beginning. It started slow

Edit: for emphasis or in summary i guess, If you already know men aren't born evil then the only thing you have to worry about is shutting down TERFs and people who parrot them. If you think the parroting is done with well intentions then you can always explain why gender essentialism itself is harmful and anti-femenist besides. Stop the rise of that and it can help

"as a guy who escaped the alt-right pipeline, [*blames it on Misandry*]"

[lees-book-log]

some of my favorite(*) books:

book lovers by emily henry- I know that at the bottom of this I just said I didn’t like most tt recommendations or romance but I actually really like emily henry. I would absolutely NOT compare her to Jane Austen (such a dumb thing to do, honestly) but I like the mix between romance and “womens” fiction. book lovers is my favorite of hers (sorry beach read fanatics) because I really enjoyed how the romance between charlie and nora complimented both of their inner struggles.

raybearer by jordan ifueko- honestly I read this extremely quickly back in july so i don’t have many thoughts on it anymore, but i think i liked it so much because it was a reintroduction to african based fantasy, and also because of how valued friendships were.

the girl who fell beneath the sea by axie oh- to be honest, I don’t think I would like this much upon reread but that’s okay because I really loved it the first time around. mostly for the vibes and the friendship though because in my opinion the romance wasn’t very compelling/ there was no chemistry.

all my rage by sabaa tahir- I am first and foremost a sabaa tahir stan. would say that as opposed to how I felt about modern stuff being explicit in highly suspicious and unfairly cute, I did not like all of the name drops of authors sabaa is friends with at the end, but that is a small bone to pick. I will reread at some point and add updated thoughts.

legendborn by tracy deon- honestly there is a few things I could critique about this book, and if I ever reread it I’ll definitely have slightly more coherent thoughts on it. but despite my issues with it Bree, the main character has creeped into my mind and claimed a corner there. I will remain invested in her story for better or for worse. also, there are things that I really like about it!

pride and prejudice by jane austen- it’s pride and prejudice what do I have to say that hasn’t already been said. 2005 movie supremacist.

howls moving castle by diana wynne jones- I will always always always always love howls moving castle. each time I reread it I forget jones is dead and then relive finding out 💔. Even though the movie adaptation changes a lot it’s my favorite book to movie adaptation. I love it sm. diana wynne jones you’ll always be famous.

*okay so reading. I read OBSESSIVELY as a child and then in middle school I kind of just. stopped. I guess, well, I still read fanfiction ☠️ but that hardly counts (don’t get me wrong there’s amazing fanfic out there, just the majority of what I read wasn’t) but then! traumatic event happened in my life and I started reading as escapism 😍 but because I was reading to escape reality and because I wasn’t able to consistently go to a shop or the library I was getting most of my recommendations off of tiktok. and reading mostly romance. and I hated most of it. And this year I’m trying to branch out, discover my own unique taste a bit. but yeah, most of these will be super popular, apologies.

[nameless-shrimp]

YOURS (NSFW) || OSAMU DAZAI

↳ PAIRING: Osamu Dazai x F! Reader (she/her)

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 2.1k

↳ WARNINGS: terrible writing and grammar errors, NSFW, unprotected sex

↳ SYNOPSIS: Port Mafia's strongest executive has a soft spot for you.

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: i suck at writing nsfw, anyways. this is for @sonder-paradise because like, idk, smut. heh. this is so bad, i am sorry in advance, i wrote this pretty fast.

It was one toast; apple cider sake had never tasted so sweet. A mysterious man wandered into the bar, completely drenched from the rain, and with the golden irises blinking from afar, he captivated you. Dazai had his ways with women, though. It was no surprise to him. Much due to the way his hand made its way to your knee, nearly spreading your legs apart. A cocky smirk was followed after; the look of pure satisfaction. Hunger. And giving yourself to him for a couple nights was enough.

Sweet sake from his lips, it was too pure, even from small one-night stands from strangers. And Dazai remained quiet near you, though he always relied on you for nothing—but something simple. A quick fuck, to his eyes. Fast and easy. Yet his body gave in, and his mind was rapid; unsure of his emotions, Dazai always ignored it all. Only the thought of his cock throbbing in your body was the main purpose of his fire to be lit.

The midnight falters into soft indigo; the sky liquifies. And the stars are hidden underneath the pale ombre of the clouds. Your mind wanders, watching the cars below pass by during the moments of the night. Hooded lids softly fading, nearly giving in to the exhaustion. And Yokohama had been having moments of their typical heatwaves, where even the t-shirt you wore was useless even close to the brink of deep sweat.

Hearing the doorknob rattle, you smirk. A familiar noise was heard from the other side. Sighing as you turn on the bed, grabbing ahold of your pillow, footsteps were audible. Soon, his face creeps up from beneath the moonlight shadows. He raises a brow at you, and you arch one back.

“It’s late,” you quip.

“As if I didn’t know,” Dazai shakes his head, dropping the pins near your desk. He rests his back against the wood before crossing his arms. “Looks like you’re going to have to get a new lock. Sorry, my dear.”

“You need to stop doing that,” you groan; he chuckles in amusement. “I changed my lock, like—three times now thanks to you.”

“Just couldn’t resist you.”

“Why are you here?”

He tilts his head, shaking it slightly. “Is that really a question?”

Dazai couldn’t help himself. The image of your body underneath his, with your arms sprawled out angelically with your legs open for him—it was enough to get the tip of his cock to throb even in the slightest. And he always liked watching you from different angles, fiddling with your sensitive areas. Cocky smirks were always a part of his decoration. And he allowed himself to engage with who you were—always so good for his needs. Wants. And what he hopelessly so desires. Yet his mind yearned for more—as if he knew what that was, really, not that he minded.

As Dazai always claimed, humans were insufferable creatures, despite the hypocrisy of him being such an animal. Though some remained more manipulative and darker than others, while those that bestowed a gentle heart with a spring spirit were fascinating; yet it irked him to no end. A social outcast he was—despite being part of the Port Mafia, and when he came across your presence, his heart never kept its same beats. Rather so, it was not steady.

“Come here, pretty,” he says, and you give in. Even with his words, you find yourself falling right into his grasp. Allowing his body to intertwine with yours. Just for small nights—only for a short moment even after an hour or two, which can seem like forever.

Dazai kisses your neck, rubbing his arms immediately down your arms before taking the moment to graze the skin. A soft nibble; you gasp, and he laughs darkly. His heart continues to race—for whatever reason. Perhaps, it was more on the idea that he was horny at the most ungodly hours of the night, which was typical, and he lets his hardened cock graze your sensitive spots even underneath the folds of his pants.

“I work in the morning,” you fight back with a grit of your teeth, stiffening your moans.

“Don’t care,” he mumbles, eyes grazing to a close. “Call off. I’m yours tonight.”

“I can’t just miss work for—”

“You’re too fucking pretty for me to not come by,” his jaw clenches, fingers toying with the hem of your panties underneath the t-shirt. “Be a good girl for me, yeah?”

Giving in, you allow your body to tumble with his. Throughout the blink of ten minutes, his clothes were thrown off, layered bandages were nearly ripped apart from your desperation. Dazai laughs at this. God. His heartbeat was quickening, and his mind was softening to a breeze; the wind outside taps on your window to startle him from his thoughts. Every bit of your body was angelic—all open for his view, even from eyeing the purple acrylic bruises on your collarbone. The color Dazai liked the most on your skin.

And he eases in, kissing your thighs before reaching down to meet with your clit. The sounds of your moans enlightened his spirit. Fuel to the fire; the blaze burns. And his adrenaline kicks in, cock throbbing from his angle while his tongue eats away at you in order to give in to his desire. These feelings. Dazai knows he feels different at the moment, but he ignores it—he always does. And he lets his tongue devour you, causing the shake of your legs to have him stifle a moan from his lips.

“Fuck—more.”

He chuckles darkly, palms pressing against your thighs. “I’m not too sure what you mean by that.”

“Damn you, Osamu.”

Dazai liked it when you called him that. Though, he wasn’t sure why; his stomach churned in cartwheels that were indescribable. And he lets himself follow suit with your words before he inches his fingers into you, causing your body to squirm underneath him. He leans down, biting the bottom hem of your t-shirt, tugging it lightly. In hopes of having you take it off—to portray yourself to him; the image that he adored but never wanted to admit.

“You know I don’t like it when you call me that,” he argues with a lie, scrunching his nose while biting your shirt. Hard. And you shrivel underneath him. His fingers thrust in and out of you, causing you to grip on the sheets below you. “Oh,” Dazai smirks. “You like it when my fingers fuck you like this?”

“Shut up, Osamu. I just—” you bite your lip, arching your back from the shockwave boiling near your core. “—I will smack you if you keep talking like that.”

“I’d like to see you try, baby.”

And he tugs on the t-shirt, eyeing your eyes cautiously. His heart throbs faster, much like the pace of his cock in desires of wanting to be in you. When you take your shirt off, nearly fumbling from the cloth, Dazai stares. Wide-eyed; completely breathless, even from the act of you chuckling from your t-shirt getting stuck around your shoulders. He parts his lips for a moment, mutters an inaudible curse word, and then proceeds to lean in closer to you.

He’s so soft for you. And he could never recall why. But Dazai shakes his head, letting his lips intertwine with yours. It feels so right. And he’s blinded by the lights of your eyes, almost softening to a haze with a close. Drowning in your touch, the scent of your cheap perfume—the midnight sings with the breeze outside, and Dazai gives in. His cock reaches your entrance; his mouth opens to speak, yet no words tumble out. He remains speechless. Body so cold; frozen.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, eyes gentle like the moon.

Dazai closes his eyes and says nothing, instead chooses to respond with a passionate kiss. He indulges your taste, even fading into the memory of the apple cider sake from when you first met. And he lets his heartbeat sync with yours; a strong melody to another. Inching his cock inside, you gasp from his entrance—and Dazai watches you. Lip bites with a soft groan echoing throughout the room.

The pressure of your hips tightens, and Dazai notes this. He moves, slowly but steadily. The look you gave him was enough to have him question his own thoughts because he never really took it this slow. Yet his body remains in that pace, allowing every gentle thrust makes him take in all of you—giving yourself to him. And you don’t complain; only respond with the purity of your moans. He lets this happen, watching your hips jolt up with his.

He quickens the pace every so often, gritting his teeth. The sensation of his body was euphoric, though indescribable in every way imaginable. Though Dazai believes his mind was going insane—completely in a different world. A mad hatter he was, with thoughts about your kindhearted spirit that delved deep into his mind; Dazai finds fuel to it. He lets his body do the work, with your legs spreading wider every few seconds, he moans. A new song; you get used to it.

“Fuck, baby,” he praises with a groan. “You feel so good. Damn, you know you’re breathtaking right?”

“Right there, Dazai!”

He answers your cry with a hard thrust, causing his head to whip back. “So good for me, as you always are, beautiful.”

The words were new—very unusual of Dazai’s personality, though you find no reason to argue. Instead, your body rolls with his; the tip of his cock hitting your spot every time, and he finds the opportunity to kiss your jaw. Teeth grazing your skin, and you hurl out a cry, nearly on the edge of your orgasm. Dazai continues his pace, wanting more from you yet he’s already on edge. What more could he want?

“God, you’re so tight,” Dazai sighs breathlessly. “Baby, you feel so good.”

“I’m so close,” you cry out, head deep within the pillows.

“I know,” Dazai says, continuing to thrust into you. “Fuck—cum for me. Now.”

And you follow his order, where you both decide to cum undone in that position. Legs shaking from the wave of your release where Dazai lets his cock release inside of you; groans escaping his mouth, and his tousled dark hair sticks to his head. Dripping in sweat. And he huffs in exhaustion despite the amount of stamina he still held.

Dazai drops close to your bed, head landing on the pillow. His eyes are droopy; breaths still heaving. Looking at your hand, Dazai glances at it for a few moments. Still, his heartbeat remains the same as it usually does. Fighting a sigh, he grabs your hand, intertwining the fingers together. A tight knot. And you stare at him mindlessly, yet he ignores your puzzling state. Instead, he lets your hand connect with his—a small act of affection outside of sex; something he wasn’t used to, yet it felt right.

“Osamu,” you call out. “What are you doing?”

He closes his eyes, ignoring the flickering lights of Yokohama from outside the window. “I don’t know,” Dazai responds with truth in his tone, soft as honey. You let him hold your hand, watching his slow movements when he places your knuckles close to his lips. Soft kisses along the nails. Keeping his eyes closed, he rests his head to your hand—still intertwined with his, though he wonders if his heartstrings can tie with yours. “Just let me stay like this for the night.”

You blink, “I’m okay with that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “You’re mine for tonight, remember?”

Dazai releases his emotions for a moment, not wanting to express them, but the walls in his mind break. The city wind taps the bedroom window; hands tucked together, and Dazai lets his thoughts race for a moment. Intimacy. He recalls the moment that Chuuya called him touch-starved; also, one to lack love from another. And he smiles faintly; a burst of pinks swirling beneath his chest rises to an explosion, yet he chooses not to show it.

Your body close to his, with his head on your knuckles. An odd position, yet he embraces the moment. He gives in to the feelings of intimacy and thinks about pulling you closer to him. Dazai chooses not to budge, and instead, he keeps his eyes closed; lips kissing your knuckles in a nonstop swish.

“Yes, you’re right,” Dazai sighs, eyes shut.

Your eyebrows arch. “Right about what?”

He lets his heart remain full; pinks are peaceful now to him. Your warm skin radiates the energy coming from him more, and Dazai chuckles deeply. Intimacy—at least. He believes it is that. Dazai proceeds to keep his emotions full. Heart spiraling into a tropical abyss. A pure radiant of happiness shines from him despite the bedroom barely peeking in the moon from outside. He stays quiet, remaining still; his heart races once more.

“I’m yours.”

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