#cw: misoginy

[picklepie888]

So word got out that Nickelodeon has decided to cease production on a new animated show called Phoebe and Her Unicorn because, according to an executive, "female lead cartoons don't sell well." To show just how backwards and idiotic this statement is, here is a compilation of beloved animated series which were both created by women, and have a female protagonist.

[sweetassugar]

Your older sister had moved back in after college with her boyfriend. Your parents were often away on business trips and so you basically had the house to yourself as you took a gap year just working and having some fun traveling around before university. Honestly life was great and your sister was the best she often brought home sweets from her office for you and every Friday was movie night. It was nice having your reliable older sister back since you guys haven’t lived together in so long.

Her boyfriend however what was his name? Daniel or something. He was a piece of work. He mooched off of your amazing big sister and always made a mess! He came from a rich family or so you heard so he was going to nepo baby his way around life.

Since it was finally the weekend your big sis asked for some help reorganizing her room. You being the lovely little thing you are of course said you’d help as you knock on her door before feeling Daniel shove you in her room as soon as the door opened. “Fucking jerk!” You immediately cursed looking back at him before feeling him backhand you. You fell onto the ground holding your face as your big sis came to your side. “Be gentle! She’s delicate.” She defended you which only made Daniel sneer “yet you’re letting me rape her ass.”

Did you hear that correctly? He wanted to do.. what? Looking over at your big sis she looked conflicted before grabbing your arms and holding them behind your back. She helped you up before shoving you onto the bed feeling the bed dip with her and Daniel’s weight on the bed. Your legs were spread as they got tied with thick red ropes. “I’m scared what is happening?” You ask but no one answered you as you struggled and the more they tied you up the realization of what was going on sunk in.

Daniel wasted no time taking scissors and cutting off your shorts and tank top you often wore around the house. Once he got to your bare ass he lowered his face shoving it into your ass shaking it around his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at and worship your asshole. “You’re gonna be good for me right little sis?” Your sister finally spoke to you cupping your chin and raising your head. You struggled to keep your head up even with her help in this position only letting out a strained groan. “His dick is just too big I wasn’t going to let it anywhere near my ass I wouldn’t want to tear it after all.” She spoke her voice getting more and more condescending as she squeezed some lube on her fingers.

You felt her hand hover over your skin trailing down before Daniel lifted his face and your sister shoved two fingers into your tight asshole. You cried out and received a spank on your ass as Daniel mocked your cries reminding you how pathetic you looked right now. You couldn’t see behind you but you could hear the rustling of clothes as Daniel got naked lining his cock up to your asshole. “Baby sis is gonna lose her anal virginity before her pussy hm?” Your sister mocked before Daniel shoved his cock inside.

Your screams were muffled by a kiss from your big sister. She was kneeling by the bed her face next to yours as she continued to kiss you sucking on your tongue as your eyes rolled back. Daniel was grunting thrusting into you not caring about your pain as he raised his hand to slam down on your poor little ass over and over again until it was all bruised ): “Like that bitch? Being raped like this. Your sister used to struggle too now look at her.”

It was all so much his cock was too thick and too painful as it thrusted in and out of your tiny hole. You felt overwhelming pressure as your muffled cries fell on deaf ears. Feeling the fear the anxiety the betrayal of trust you couldn’t help but cry as your pussy clenched over nothing and you began to piss yourself. “Haha! We need to put this fuck meat in a diaper after this.” Daniel mocked he thrusts getting more aggressive before he slammed his hips down against you letting his cum pour into your ass.

As Daniel pulled his now flaccid cock out he looked down at your hole which was now gaping slightly and pressed the soft tip of his cock against it before releasing his own piss into your hole. “Good girl taking such a big cock for your first time. Your sister’s gonna lick me clean and then we can take your other hole next how about that pretty?” He asked but you could no longer hear him too zoned out in your own world the events today draining you completely.

[seonghwasblr-moved]

PSA to all of the reaction video watchers! Stop giving @/TeddyGreyOnStuff on youtube a platform!

He refered to XG as a "group of vaginas" and called XG and (G)-idle "tramps" for not catering to a male audience. He is a misogynist, and refers to women as "females" (as seen in the linked twitter video)

Idk what video this is about, as I haven't watched his videos for a loooooong time, but this is not the way to go.

He is a big Stray Kids and ATEEZ fan, and compares other groups to them all the time, and uses them to put down other groups as well.

He also made Hitler jokes

This was his response to the backlash on the XG "reaction"

Don't click on any of his videos, but please go report his youtube channel!

Stop giving this man a platform. If you've only watched his reactions to your favourite boygroups, you probably didn't know about this, so I don't blame you. Now you know, so please stop supporting him. (I haven't watched the XG video, but this is what I saw on twitter!)

Also this post isn't for people to hate on reaction video watchers, skz fans or atz fans

TLDR: this man is a piece of shit

[md-confessions]

Male J is a misogynistic homosexual but in a funny way

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[feuer-in-soho]

Harrison Armory would be making misogynist pulp adventure magazines.

[nymedesu]

[TW: racism, fascism, SA]

Nah, that's a classic Italian far-right move: lie while trying to look innocent/naive, and deny everything.

Internationally this controversy spread after the fight, but in Italy it started before, because some politicians (who are sadly in Government) started to call Khelif a trans woman/a man (same thing for them) and said that the fight would have been unfair. Some of them said something like "an Algerian man will punch an Italian woman", which is very, very sus to say given our history.

This was a famous fascist poster (sorry, this is sickening):

Translation: "DEFEND HER! She could be your mother, your wife, your sister, your daughter".

The Khelif/Carini controversy had the same identical vibes here.

The fascists in Government are trying to deny they are fascists, and usually say stuff like "stop seeing imaginary enemies, you're obsessed, fascism ended 80 years ago" - then proceed to spew racist, misogynistic, homotransphobic rhetoric and cut back our rights. In this case they also contributed to spread fake news about Khelif's genotype and testosterone levels, and tried to depict the Olympic Committee as untrustworthy because of "woke ideology".

Carini was idolized by the same politicians, and she proceeded to meet and take pictures with the fascist in chief our Prime Minister, Giorgia Meloni, who caressed her cheek benevolently, as if Carini was a small, delicate child.

She's not innocent, nor did she get hurt collaterally. She was part of this pantomime from the start, and "apologized" for not shaking Khelif's hand only as a PR move.

[communist-ant-hill]

On the topic of Hades & Persephone retellings:

Something in all these new stories that pisses me of more than the blatant misoginy, uncreative characters and lackluster worldbuilding is the huge amounts of wasted potential that they put on the table but refuse to do anything with because they're to caught up in writing Alpha-Male porn.

These concepts of Demeter being a Not-The-Best or overbearing mom, or the idea that Persephone was somewhat or even entierly on board with following Hades to begin with are like Good ideas for a retelling.

Just picture this right; (cw: talk of grooming under the cut)

Persephone & Demeters relationship is strained, Persephone develops a "rebellious" streak. She meets Hades, this super cool older guy who's badass and Gets her in ways the other adults in her life just don't. She opens up to him about her frustrations with her mother and he takes her side on the matter. He joins her in shittalking her mom and they get closer and closer as she drifts further away from her mother. He introduces her to things she's not entierly comfortable with but she doesn't want to seem imature so she follows him. Her mother is critical of him, but this just spurrs her on because she's just So Much More Mature than her mother gives her credit for, at least that's what Hades says. He isolates her, and by the time she recognizes his predatory nature and starts missing her mother she in too deep to find a way out on her own. But Demeter won't give up on her daughter, she keeps fighting for her.

They have similar building blocks but end up in different places. And if you wanna talk feminist retellings, at least this one would be critical of the abusive man + prioritizing the relationships between the actual women in the story.

It's also something that happens to young girls everywhere all the time. Grooming is a huge danger for girls right now, and is much more common than some dude kidnapping a girl because he thinks she's hot (although that absolutely still happens). I just think that's a story actually worth telling instead of the same "she wanted it actually" narratives that have become so popular.

[burningvillage]

THE QUEEN OF SORROWS

To fall is often better than to rise.

Hybern's death has left an empty throne and a widowed Queen Consort. The situation is dire and Rheia's rise to power has her with more questions than answers. Against all better judgement, she sets her sights to strike an alliance with the very same people her late husband fought against. Although her return to Prythian has been a long time coming, it seems her only chance of survival is alligning herself with the most infamous of the Seven Courts.

PAIRING: Azriel x Tamlin's sister!Oc

CW: Politics; Misoginy; Forced Marriage; SMUT

TW: sexual trauma; abuse; self-harming;

Each and every chapter will be properly flagged for any triggering argument treated.

It is expected to be a slow-update fic, since I'm a uni student and have to proof-read everything myself. I'm working to get at least five chapters ready before starting to post officially.

I'm more used to Ao3 so the format could be weird! Hopefully I'll learn in a few.

I'll see you soon.

[switch-puppygirl]

⚠ read before interacting ⚠

DNI LIST:

minors - block on sight if no age in bio

anyone with blank/ageless blog / a blog that seems fake / anyone that looks like a bot - you'll be blocked on sight, you've been warned

terfs, transphobes, anti-LGBTQIA+ folk

DNI if you don't respect trans rights.

anyone with the following kinks: r4pe, detrans, raceplay, misoginy, patriarchy, incest

this list may be edited at anytime.

Why did you follow me?

Your posts probably made me horny. Yeah that's pretty much it.

Should I send asks/comment/interact with you?

I mean feel free to (after reading the whole post), but I can't sext back. I do feel my tail wag and exhibitionist kink tingle when you praise me there, tho~

Oh, I may take a while to answer you. That's because I need to talk to my owner first. If he doesn't like you that's too bad. Please don't pressure me to answer quickly.

Asks are tagged #sunny asks.

Can I DM you?

DMs are too personal for me. Idk if I'll ever answer them. I'm sorry if I just ignore you. You could send an ask tho.

I'm not looking for new friends but some puppy buddies seem nice. Just remember, I already have an owner!

Again, I may take a while to answer you since I have to talk to my owner first.

If my owner doesn't like you I may never answer again 🤷‍♀️

Oh, I almost forgot: English is not my first language. So if I say something in a weird way, feel free to help me correct it, as I'm always learning.

now let me introduce myself 🦴

Hello! I'm sunflower. You can call me sunflower, sun or sunny if you'd like.

Have you noticed there's a dom/switch puppygirl shortage in the market? Well, fear not, for here I am.

This is my horny blog to post about my puppy thoughts without my friends thinking I'm a weird furry.

Feel free to read my hornyposting, but beware: I bite.

Me being switch also means I won't be all helpless and braindead as you may expect. I mean, I am pretty helpless and dumb, but not as much as my puppy friends. So keep that in mind!

some things about me

I'm a woman and use she/her pronouns.

🏳‍🌈 I'm a panromantic sapphic. I may post about men or women at anytime. I will use #sunny sapphic when posting about girls and and #sunny fiancé when posting about men (likely only referring to my fiancé).

💍 By the way, I'm engaged to the most perfect owner ever! That means I won't be able to flirt with anyone. Sucks to be you I guess. He also reads my blog. Hi, love!~

As for cute pet names, you can call me pup, puppy and good girl. Yeah not all that creative right, I'm still discovering things. If you act someway I dislike, I'll tell you and I expect you to respect me okay? We're both adults here!

💛 My favorite kinks (for now) are: pet play (duuuh!), praise, orgasm control/edging, overstimulation, breeding, impreg, bondage, shibari, free use, dry humping, femdom, thigh riding, scissoring, feral play

⚠ I may post about those kinks as well (in a light way! :3): knife play, impact play, exhibitionism, blood play, masochism / sadism, choking, intoxication, breathplay. All those will have cw. Consent is mandatory.

❌ Hard limits: r@p3 play, CBT, hypno, scat / piss, cuckold / cheating, basicaly anything else that makes unconscious, anything mortal aaaand, believe it or not, eating/drinking out of a bow or being out in public while leashed.

I'm still getting used to a bunch of things. I guess I'm primal hunter. I guess I like knotting. Who knows. I'm about to find out.

BEWARE: I LIKE TAKING BATHS

BEWARE: I ALSO GROWL AND BITE A LOT

IF I FLIRTED WITH YOU: NO I DIDNT SORRY IF IT CAME OUT THAT WAY ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR MAKING YOU UNCOMFORTABLE IF I DID

ALSO (I keep on remembering things to add...) I'm GNC (most days). That means I'll sometimes post about wearing ties, suits and boxers. Just a heads-up - my pronouns will always be she/her tho, and I don't like to be called darling, handsome etc

Tags

#sunny sapphic

#sunny fiancé

#sunny asks

#sunny dom

#sunny top

#sunny sub

[cepheusgalaxy]

T h i n k i n g a b o u t the horror au

Cws: self harm ment, queerphobia, ableism, misoginy and racism mentions.

Im still gonna go with that route but I think I wanna get those concepts ive talked about and turn them into analogies

"God forbid a [insert minority group here] be angry"

Its a line i see sometimes and honestly, i think its true. If you are a part of a minority group, may it be queer, black, asian, muslim, woman, disabled, neurodivergent, or whatever it is, people dont want us getting mad. They take us to our limit and then demonize our anger. See, a black person mad? Violent. A woman? Histeric. A trans person? """"""Delusional"""""". A disabled person? "Negative and dreadful >:(".

Going back to the horror au, Megan's thing is that hes being kept captive by a scientist who wants to turn him into a horror monster. It doesn't work since they defeat him first, but Megan is left with outbursts of strong feelings and goes Feral mode sometimes :) i think if i can change it a bit, i can get it to be a metaphor for Anger. Hes been through a lot, and now hes Angry. Its "monstruous" tho. He avoids it. He even goes as far as self harming to keep himself from going Feral Mode. He does it for the comfort of others. Yes it may be violent, and he does need to find a better way to cope than just self sacrificing and harming himself just because its better for others :) but its Ok to be angry. Ofc tho, im gonna have him learn this the hardest way ^^

[arquivista2]

this is Submeta-se Ou Morra, parte 3

this took me a long time to make due to a writers block, but im fine now

CW: misoginy, smoking

SUBMETA-SE OU MORRA

Parte 3: Motivo

Do céu londrino, o Homem derramava suas lágrimas pesadas. Tão pesadas, de fato, que elas batiam no teto do carro como balas, mesmo ainda não perfurando-o.

A caminho de Nova Scotland Yard, Jason Cunningham segurava com força o volante e resmungava, perguntando-se como perdeu o controle no interrogatório. Alexandre Bertrand, enquanto isso, olhava superficialmente para o folheto recuperado da testemunha. Tinha no mínimo três páginas de dez centímetros, presas por um único grampo. E o título dizia, em letras grandes de forma:

— "Nachgeben Oder Sterben"...— Alexandre lia. — Alguma ideia do que significa?

— Nenhuma. — Jason respondeu, resmungando e momentaneamente voltando à realidade. — É o folheto, né?

— Exato. — Guardou-o na bolsa. — Não vou lê-lo agora.

— Seria bom, mas... Estamos chegando.

Jason estacionou o carro e rapidamente saiu com um guarda-chuva, acompanhado de Alexandre ao seu lado. Entrando na delegacia, fechou e deixou-o próximo à porta, olhando ao redor. A delegacia estava agitada naquele dia, pelo que era visível no saguão. Oficiais andavam de um lado para o outro carregando pastas, prisioneiros, entre muitos outros. Civis deixavam queixas aos montes. Haviam também "guardas" trajando uma espécie de armadura amarelada e portando grandes armas. O crime estava aumentando demais, junto da polícia. Mas Jason precisava focar no seu próprio caso. Não queria fazer Alexandre perder a paciência com ele, como quase fez no interrogatório. Então, perguntou, sussurrando:

— Bloody Liz, primeiro?

— Foi o que pensei. — Alexandre respondeu, no mesmo tom. — Depois falamos com Church e Lawrence, eles certamente estão ocupados.

Os dois logo andaram até o elevador e adentraram-no, apertando o botão do quinto andar. As portas se fecharam e eles começaram a subida. Olhando-se no espelho, Cunningham penteou seus cabelos ruivos com as suas mãos, apertou sua gravata preta e ajustou seu sobretudo desbotado enquanto Bertrand mexia no seu tapa-olho e endireitava a postura.

Então, a dupla saiu do elevador, e andaram até um dos escritórios dele. Na porta, estava escrito, em uma placa dourada: "Detetive inspetora-chefe E. Black". A chamada "Bloody Liz". Bertrand, receioso, bateu na porta e perguntou:

— Senhorita Black?

— Bertrand. — Respondeu uma voz feminina e grave. — Cunningham está com você também, imagino. Entrem.

Então Cunningham abriu a porta, e lá estava ela, de costas para eles, com uma das mãos no seu bolso, e a outra no cigarro, com a fumaça claramente saindo pela janela, mas ainda deixando o cheiro impregnado no escritório. Ela era mais baixa que os dois e tinha cabelos negros e curtos, da altura da sua mandíbula definida. Apesar da sua estatura, Elizabeth Black não era qualquer policial. Devido à sua experiência e alta posição, seu principal local de trabalho era aquela sala, e ela raramente saía de lá, então ela fazia questão de decorá-lo com coisas que a lembrassem de suas conquistas e sua vida pessoal, como: doze balas amassadas emolduradas na parede, um taser, uma pistola, diversas páginas de jornais penduradas por pregos e, escondida num canto da mesa, uma foto dela junto de outra mulher, com quem se parecia muito.

— Acertei. — Ela jogou seu cigarro pela janela e virou seus dois olhos vermelhos para os dois, cruzando os braços. — Então, como vai o caso?

— Fizemos bastante progresso. — Bertrand tirou o folheto da bolsa e mostrou para ela. — Acho que nós já podemos estabelecer um motivo.

— Onde conseguiram isso?

— De uma testemunha. — Cunningham escondeu suas mãos atrás das costas, esperando que ela não perguntasse sobre o interrogatório.

— E como foi lá? — Black sentou-se na sua cadeira.

Cunningham respirou fundo. Olhou para Bertrand e ele olhou-o de volta. Ele levemente acenou com a cabeça e voltou a olhar para Black.

— Nós conduzimos um interrogatório, senhora, — Bertrand explicou — e eventualmente descobrimos que três atiradoras, todas mulheres, entraram no pub, mataram todos os homens – detalhe, apenas os homens – e forçaram a testemunha a colaborar ou ser mais uma vítima. "Submeta-se ou morra", nas palavras dela.

— Certo. Me dá o folheto.

Bertrand entregou o folheto a Black e observou-a lê-lo.

— "Nachgeben Oder Sterben"... Alemão, óbvio. "Submeta-se ou morra", como nossas atiradoras supostamente disseram.

— Então isso era para as testemunhas. — Cunningham assumiu.

— Não necessariamente. — Ela abre o folheto e começa a leitura. — "Eu sou Johanna. Eu me cansei do gênero masculino. Do homem. Eles assediam. Estupram. Matam. São biologicamente inferiores em todos os aspectos, incluindo inteligência e resistência..."

— Isso é eugenia. — Bertrand interrompeu, de braços cruzados.

— Hm? — Black virou seus olhos para ele.

— "Inferioridade biológica" é um conceito muito utilizado no darwinismo social e na eugenia. O tipo de argumento que favoreceu muito certos grupos no passado.

— Nazistas, colonizadores europeus, etc. — Cunningham concluiu.

— Isso, obrigado.

— Eu ainda não terminei. — Black interrompeu-os, secamente. — "Homens traem. Homens fazem guerras. Homens espancam suas mulheres e seus filhos. Homens dirigem bêbados e causam acidentes na estrada por motivos bobos. Os homens são idiotas. A humanidade ficaria melhor sem eles. Por isso, eu decidi exterminá-los. Se você for uma mulher e ler esse texto, você só tem duas opções: submeter-se a mim e me ajudar em minha cruzada contra esta espécie maligna ou morrer junto com eles. Se você for um homem, você deveria se matar."

— Só isso? — Cunningham perguntou.

— Tem algo escrito atrás. "Para me contactar, ligue para este número..." Imbecil. — Ela deixa o folheto em cima da sua mesa, pega um telefone fixo de uma gaveta e deixa-o junto do folheto. — Bertrand, me faz um favor e liga essa merda.

Ele logo obedeceu-a, conectando o telefone na tomada, e ela discou o número.

— Já pega o martelo. — Ela disse, terminando a discagem. — Alô, eu posso falar com "Johanna"?

Enquanto ela falava, Cunningham pegou um martelo no canto da sala.

— Não? — Inclinou a sua cabeça. — Eu estou procurando uma tal "Johanna", conhece? Sabe, a autora do manifesto? Ah, você quer saber quem fala? Meu nome é Ivy White. Sim, isso, Ivy White. Sou... dona de casa. Uhum, isso. Você quer que eu vá aí à meia-noite? Poxa, não tá muito tarde...? Ok, tudo bem. Vou dar um jeito. Obrigada. Tchau!

Elizabeth olhou bem nos olhos de Jason, e antes dela terminar a ligação, ele bateu no telefone com o martelo, quebrando-o.

— Vocês sabem o que fazer. — Ela se levantou da mesa e acendeu outro cigarro. — Vão pra casa, os dois.

Bertrand e Cunningham agradeceram Black e saíram do escritório, levando o folheto com eles, logo entrando no elevador.

— O que você acha disso tudo? — Alexandre perguntou enquanto as portas se fechavam.

— Disso tudo o quê? — Jason rebateu, apertando o botão do primeiro andar.

— Do caso, do assassinato em massa, do motivo...

— Agora não. Talvez depois eu fale.

Jason e Alexandre passaram pelo saguão novamente, em silêncio, sem observar o movimento como antes. Enquanto o primeiro tinha seu foco total em achar seu guarda-chuva, o último estava mais preocupado com o bem-estar do seu colega. Como ele estava se sentindo, como ele lidava com toda aquela situação. Os dois logo saíram da delegacia e entraram no carro.

Jason deu a partida e começou a dirgir na direção da casa de Alexandre, segurando firme o volante, concentrado na estrada. Mas Alexandre ainda continuava inquieto. Ele logo perguntou:

Ele não sabia que, com aquela pergunta, despertou um pensamento do fundo do seu âmago. Jason sentiu garras envolverem seu pescoço e sua cabeça, enquanto sua visão lentamente desfocava e sua concentração esvaía-se. Ele logo ouviu um sussurro, no pé do seu ouvido direito:

— Pode falar agora, Jason?

— Você quer saber o que eu acho disso tudo, Alexandre? — Perguntou, rispidamente, agarrando o volante.

— Fale, Jason... Fale o que você sente... Bota tudo pra fora, tigrão...

— Sim, exato.

— Eu acho que todas essas putas são iguais! — Jason reclamou, quase gritando. — Elas ficam falando dos homens como se a gente fosse uns monstros...

— Não me envolva nisso. — Sussurrou, sem interromper o colega.

— ... mas eu tenho certeza que elas só falam esse tipo de merda por falta de pica! Se tivessem o que fazer da vida, cuidando de criança, fazendo comida, limpando casa, elas ficavam bem caladinhas! Bem no seu lugar.

Alexandre suspirou esfregou os olhos com a ponta dos dedos, tentando não abaixar-se ao nível do seu parceiro.

— Bom, talvez elas tenham motivos mais concretos que... isso. — Concluiu, passivamente agressivo, e não falou mais nada.

Jason também logo percebeu a gravidade da sua fala. Não sabia nem como aquelas palavras saíram da sua boca. Nunca se imaginou falando aquelas coisas. Como se, por um breve instante, um espírito particularmente preconceituoso e retrógado havia o possuído, e usado sua garganta para proferir barbaridades sem igual.

— Desculpa... — Tentou dizer, as palavras quase não saindo da sua boca de tão baixas. — Não quis dizer isso.

— Tudo bem. — Alexandre respondeu, cortando-o.

Daquele ponto até a casa de Alexandre, Jason sentiu uma imensa culpa no peito, que apenas se intensificou quando ele encarou-o com uma raiva genuína no olhar e desceu sem dizer mais nada, rapidamente entrando em sua casa. Pensando naquilo, voltou para o seu apartamento.

Lágrimas desciam pelo seu rosto de Jason enquanto Alexandre, apesar de furioso, preocupava-se cada vez mais com seu colega.

FIM DO ATO 1

[dumblemonchickenwing]

., negative, cw misogyny

[eri-pl]

Edit: nvm, in the published Silmarillion she doesn't. Thank you, OP for the correction.

(but please people do not do the suicide anyway, you are not elf, I fully agree with prev on this stuff)

Keeping the post for sake of transparence, but under the cut because it's infactual, because I was remembering things wrong again, aargh I hate when it happens at least now it's not about Thingol Like I do like this version but it's not canon enough to protest about not mentioning it as I did protest.

But she did come back.

There are a lot of legit arguments (yes, Finwë did not force her to stay and stayed to set her free later. Yes, Miriel was depressed and needed a break. Yes, Indis is not a terrible demon for not predicting that the wife of the guy she loves will come back. Even Ingwe the matchmaker isn't a terrible person, he's just trying to fix what isn't that broken. They all did mistakes but also … the whole thing is new for them.)

But yes, you can come back from being suicidal and Miriel actually did. I don't have silm in English to quote, but if anyone doesn't believe me, the Tolkien Gateway should be enough:

"After the deaths of Finwë and Fëanor, the former couple were reunited in the Halls of Mandos. Meeting Finwë again, Míriel felt lightened from her sadness and released of her reluctant will. She spoke to him through thought, apologizing of her errors and promising to weave a tapestry about his people and children. Seeing that Míriel wished to come back to life, Finwë asked Vairë to allow it, while he would remain in the Halls of Mandos till the end of Arda with his son Fëanor. Mandos accepted this, and Míriel's spirit was released and went to her body in Lórien. Then she awoke again like from a dream, and was refreshed."

Like, I am absolutely not saying she should have been forced to return before she was ready (neither did Tolkien), just that OP is missing half of the story of her death.

Also: Tolkien Gateway:

Some of you will enjoy this. :)

Okay i am pissed enough about this:

MIRIEL WANTS TO BE LEFT THE FUCK ALONE IN MANDOS.

NOTHING Finwë could’ve said and done would’ve changed her mind. and to people who say “he should’ve waited for her”, HE FUCKING DID.

But in the bearing of her son Míriel was consumed in spirit and body; and after his birth she yearned for release from the labour of living. (all of the following are from Of Fëanor and the Unchaining of Melkor)

Then Finwë was grieved, for the Noldor were in the youth of their days, and he desired to bring forth many children into the bliss of Aman; and he said: ‘Surely there is healing in Aman? Here all weariness can find rest.’

Manwë delivered her to the care of Irmo in Lórien. At their parting (for a little while as he thought) Finwë was sad, for it seemed an unhappy chance that the mother should depart and miss the beginning at least of the childhood days of her son.

The maidens of Estë tended the body of Míriel, and it remained unwithered; but she did not return. Then Finwë lived in sorrow; and he went often to the gardens of Lórien, and sitting beneath the silver willows beside the body of his wife he called her by her names. But it was unavailing; and alone in all the Blessed Realm he was deprived of joy. After a while he went to Lórien no more.

Now it came to pass that Finwë took as his second wife Indis the Fair. She was a Vanya, close kin of Ingwë the High King, golden-haired and tall, and in all ways unlike Míriel. Finwë loved her greatly, and was glad again. But the shadow of Míriel did not depart from the house of Finwë, nor from his heart.

But the children of Indis were great and glorious, and their children also; and if they had not lived the history of the Eldar would have been diminished.

From Peoples of Middle Earth:

points that may explain the conduct of Feanor are here recalled. Miriel's death was of free will: she forsook her body and her fea went to the Halls of Waiting, while her body lay as if asleep in a garden. She said that she was weary in body and spirit and desired peace.

Her weariness she had endured until he was full grown, but she could endure it no longer. (If you want to come at me with some drafts quote bs, right back at you. Here she raised Feanor to adulthood.)

But Miriel was reluctant, and to all the pleas of her husband and her kin that were reported to her, and to the solemn counsels of the Valar, she would say no more than 'not yet'. Each time that she was approached she became more fixed in her determination, until at last she would listen no more, saying only: 'I desire peace. Leave me in peace here! I will not return. That is my will.'

When it became clear at last that Miriel would never of her own will return to life in the body within any span of time that could give him hope, Finwe's sorrow became embittered.

It was judged that Finwe's bereavement was unjust, and by persisting in her refusal to return Miriel had forfeited all rights that she had in the case; for either she was now capable of accepting the healing of her body by the Valar, or else her fea was mortally sick and beyond their power, and she was indeed 'dead', no longer capable of becoming again a living member of the kindred of the Eldar.

Death by free will, such as Miriel's, was beyond his thought. Death by violence he thought impossible in Aman; though as is recorded in The Silmarillion this proved otherwise.

From Morgoth’s ring:

But since it is not to be thought that the living shall, by his or her will alone, confine the spirit of the other to Mandos, this disunion shall come to pass only by the consent of both. And after the giving of the consent ten years of the Valar shall pass ere Mandos confirms it. Within that time either party may revoke this consent; but when Mandos has confirmed it, and the living spouse has wedded another, it shall be irrevocable until the end of Arda. This is the doom of Namo in this matter.'

It is said that Miriel answered Mandos saying: 'I came hither to escape from the body, and I do not desire ever to return to it'; and after ten years the doom of disunion was spoken.

It is said that Miriel answered Mandos, saying: 'I came hither to escape from the body, and I do not desire ever to return to it. My life is gone out into Feanaro, my son. This gift I have given to him whom I loved, and I can give no more. Beyond Arda this may be healed, but not within it.'

Then Mandos adjudged her innocent, deeming that she had died under a necessity too great for her to withstand. Therefore her choice was permitted, and she was left in peace.

Ulmo actually says that had Finwë waited longer, Miriel mightve returned, to which Vairë literally immediately responds with

'Nay!' said Vaire suddenly. 'The fea of Miriel is with me. I know it well, for it is small. But it is strong; proud and obdurate. It is of that sort who having said: this I will do, make their words a doom irrevocable unto themselves. She will not return to life, or to Finwe, even if he waiteth until the ageing of the world. Of this he is aware, I deem, as his words show. For he did not found his claim on his desire for children only, but he said to the King: my heart warns me that Miriel will not return while Arda lasts…

I can’t be bothered to find more but seriously. This isn’t even about Finwë or Míriel or Indis anymore, is it. This is about all of you demonizing and chastising a woman for daring not to be the perfect mother, blaming another person’s FREE DECISION on her, and then turning around and getting defensive when people call you misogynist.

And the way you guys talk about Míriel too borders on involuntary confinement as well. Míriel was absolutely miserable on Arda, and she found peace again in death (which cannot be compared to human death because we cease to exist when we commit suicide. Elves do not. So elven death is more akin to returning to some faraway home where you are still existing in the world than poof, gone.), but you guys seem to so want her to be forced to stay in a place that she hates because… oh no! Her child would be affected! That’s fucking ridiculous. Míriel should be allowed to choose what she believes is best for her, and y’all need to stop blaming it on Indis or Finwë because this is not the moral high ground you think it is.

Stop demonizing women in media because they dare do something that your favorite blorbo dislikes. You are part of the problem.

[cupofchiya]

lets talk misogyny in the atla fandom

there's a lot in it, actually but lets focus on one thing specific: lack of nuance

female characters in media are rarely ever allowed to have nuance, usually fitting some sort of archetype of sexy badass, sweet love interest, mom, military woman, or evil seductress

now, ALL of the characters in ATLA fit a stereotype, but what makes them so good is that they are so much more than that. especially in regards to the female characters, even though they do initially fit into some tropes, they are allowed to grow and develop and have traits beyond that.

However, the fanon version of female characters in ATLA just aren't allowed to be nuanced the way men are: Suki's badass, Katara's a mom, Toph is androgynous and tough, Ty Lee is a bimbo, mai is emo, Azula is a psycho (which is also ableist but we're not gonna get into that rn) etc etc

very little is ever said in regard to WHY they're this way, and none of the other personality traits that dont fit this mold they've created get explored (ex. Suki's loyalty to the kyoshi warriors and pressure to protect her village, Katara's anger and passion for social justice, Toph's empathy and insecurity, Ty lee's desire to stand out, mai having to repress her emotions her whole life bc she was never as important as her dads political career)

Its why Zuko is allowed to yell about his honor every episode in s1 but Katara isn't allowed to grieve her mom. why some ppl seriously think that Azula is "worse than Ozai" (no seriously thats a thing). Male characters are allowed to get breathing room, are allowed to make mistakes. Ppl look at male characters with more nuance than they look at female characters. Ppl can claim how u act in fandom isn't reflective of how you act irl, but women in real life tend to be a lot more scrutinized for their choices and mistakes than men, and this is an example of this phenomenon happening in fiction.

going back to the nuance: aside from misogyny, not being able to discern the depths of characters just makes for bad storytelling. The reason ATLA is so well loved is bc of how much we get to learn about all the characters, even side ones like Mai and Ty Lee. Stripping away all that detail and hyperfocusing on one characteristsic (ex. Toph being aggressive) just makes the story less interesting

small rant but its been getting on my nerves. i might rb if i hv more to say later on lol

[brachot-and-boobies]

A real issue I have with the misoginy kink / corrective rape kink crowd is how many of their blogs have posts on them like "btw this is not a joke i really think this stuff is okay".

TAKE A LONG WALK OFF A SHORT PEIR

[thomotomo]

Kia ora! Could i request a peaky blinders x male reader, where y/n is in a secret relationship with his brother tommy shelby? fluff and hiding from period typical homophobic laws

A/N: Hello dear anon! I hope you will like it! I’m not watching Peaky Blinders so I tried to keep in the universe and in character but I’m pretty sure I messed up a few things lol. Hopefully you will enjoy it nonetheless! Thanks for requesting :3

TW/CW: Incest, Slurs/derogatory terms about gay men, misoginy (ig, well they don’t talk well about women), Mention of period typical homophobia - Read at your own risks

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The atmosphere in the room was tense. Some members of the gang had been attacked and it seemed that other rival gangs in Birmingham were pushing their luck, titillating your family into making mistakes.

You weren’t really concentrated on the discussion, rather you observed your brother (and secret lover) who was seated opposite to where you were standing, a whisky in his hand, discussing the serious matter with a frown on his face with your brother, Arthur and your Aunt Polly.

You tried following the flow of the conversation but the soft light reflecting on Tommy’s face was making him way too attractive and his shining eyes were marvellous, you wanted to kiss away the frown on his face, hold him in your arms and proclaim to the world that you loved him.

Sadly, you weren’t able to do so for a numerous of reason, firstly he was your brother, and although wedding between cousins were accepted, people were taking less kindly two children from the same mother to be in love. And secondly well, people of your kind weren’t well liked (not to say absolutely despised), two men lying together was seen as an abomination and you had witnessed a few times boys being beaten for being accused of being a “fag”.

Truth to be told, you hated being unable to be with him, go outside together, not giving a care about anything or anybody but sadly you knew you couldn’t do that. You wanted to stay alive and not cause the downfall of your family’s gang and basically not disgracing them socially, so here you were, trying to listen to the conversation.

“What are your thoughts (Y/N)?”, it was Arthur who spoke up. You tried to stay collected on the outside and completely panicking inside.

“Oh erm. I think we should maybe execute one person, one example to assert our dominance and show them this as a warning and we won’t stay here doing nothing?”, they nodded as you sighed, feeling less stressed now that you answered to them.

You lit up a cigarette and smoked slowly as they discussed about who they will take down, their level in the other gang. And after debating for another ten minutes they settled on kidnapping, Ralph McAllister, a middle-ranked member from the Birmingham Boys you had seen few times in town.

All of you stayed a bit more, discussing other issues until Polly had to leave, kissing all of you on the cheek. Arthur did the same, but leaving with a clasp on the shoulder, not without proposing both of you to meet him tonight at the Garrison Pub, which you agreed to do, he left both of you alone.

You waited until you were sure they were far enough and that nobody would be able to see you, you walked to Tommy, putting your cigarette on the ashtray and took his face in your hands, kissing him softly. He sighed in the kiss and put his free hand on your hip, gently caressing it with his thumb.

“Everything is such a mess. Fucking assholes they think they can try and steal our territory.”, his hand gripped your hip a bit tightly. You caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, looking at him seriously.

“They fucking sucks but we’re going to crush them. Don’t think about them now and relax.”, you felt his grip loosen as he downed the rest of the whiskey and put the glass on the table next to him. He tapped your hip with his fingers, making you move from above him, allowing him to stand up. He gazed at you lovingly and took your hand in his.

“Maybe we should move to the bedroom? There will be no risks of being the caught.”

You nodded and followed him in his bedroom, locking the door behind you as Tommy closed the curtains, just in case. Tommy then went to his seat and you joined him, sitting on his lap, his hand directly went to your check. You leaned in it, smiling at him. You enjoyed those quiet moments with him where you could do anything without any care in the world.

He peppered your cheeks with kisses, attempting to kiss all of your freckles, making you laugh lowly. Tommy then looked at you with a gentle smile and finally kissed you on the lips; you deepened it, adding a bit of tongue to the kiss. Tommy’s free hand went around your waist, smiling in the kiss and after a few more seconds of kissing he moved his mouth to your jaw, then your neck, letting you breath as he lightly bit your neck, avoiding leaving any marks.

He stopped after a while, breathing a bit strongly, putting his head on your shoulder, both of his arms now wrapping your waist. You stroked his hair, smiling softly and shuddering as his hot breath hit your neck.

“We’ll have to meet with Arthur later…”, you regretfully said.

“Yeah… But don’t think about that love. Now we’re having a moment together.”

You smiled at him and yelped when he stood up and suddenly put his hands under your thighs. He chuckled at the sound as by reflex you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you to his bed and put you on it, coming to lie next to you. He brought you in his arms, cuddling you and kissing your forehead. Both of you chilled there for a while in silence, bathing in each other’s love.

After a while lying on the comfortable, cuddling and sometimes talking, you decided that even though you really wanted to stay with him you had to be “productive” and go and take care of the horses to avoid raising suspicions.

You regretfully left Tommy’s arms, kissing him gently as he stood up too, to go and plan the disappearance of McAllister. You unlocked the door and kissed him once last time before making your way to your room, changing your clothes and then went to the stables. You started by putting the horses in the field made for them and cleaned all the stalls. It was an unusual job for the son of a wealthy family but considering your family was a gang  it didn’t really matter, at least you were someone to be trusted with the horses.

You really enjoyed taking care of the horses, even though sometimes it was it was very demanding job and the horses weren’t always in the best of the moods but it was an entertaining job, and you really loved the feeling of seeing the horses happy, clean and healthy and you were sweaty and not looking at all like a man of your rank.

Once all the cleaning and filling the food tanks of the horses you brought them one by one back in their stable. You stayed a bit longer with Ludy, a Shire horse that you considered yours instead of the family’s, patting him and giving him a little treat before leaving to take a shower as it was almost time for you to go and meet Arthur.

You put some clean clothes and waited for Tommy to come down, you were almost wondering if he had forgotten about it, knowing how he could be whenever he started to work, but before you could even try to walk back upstairs he arrived and shoot you a wink with a smile.

“You look great brother.”

“Same about you Tommy. You’re going to pick up some lass at the bar?”

“Maybe, we’ll see..”, he licked his lips as he checked you out. You saw the maid behind him, having some sheets in her arms.

You walked outside the mansion and met with the driver. Both of you went in the back and discussed about random things until you arrived at the bar. You stepped out and told the driver he wouldn’t have to go and come search you.

You readjusted your coat and walked inside The Garrison with Tommy right behind you, it was filled with quite the people. The pair of you looked around until you found Arthur in a corner drinking some whisky while flirting with the waitress.

You went and joined him as the waitress left and sat next to him with a smile.

“So, in what honour are we drinking tonight?”

“To the future death of that Birmingham motherfucker and to the calm that will be back right after.”

You all laughed at that and nodded in agreement, the asshole will soon be 6 feet under and all the gangs will either prepare or run away like the rats they were. Tommy ordered a round of drinks and you talked together, sometimes looking at the girls in the pub. Suddenly Arthur whistled.

“Tommy, the blonde lass over there had been watching you for a good while, y’should talk to her, bet she’d like your dick. You should go to talk to her.”

“Wait”, you intervened, “You should wait a bit more, like making her desire you even more so she like jump on you when you come at her. She seems kind of an easy one.”

“(Y/N) is right, she seems kind of an easy one. Give it 5 minutes Tommy boy and then you can get that bitch.”, all of you laughed at that, but in the back of your mind you didn’t want her to touch him. You desperately wished you could claim him in front of everyone, but life wasn’t fair sadly and unless you wanted to die well you could only do so much.

When the five minutes passed Tommy went to the blonde with a predatory grin, saying to both of you. “Take note gentlemen, this is how you woo ladies.”

Both of you laughed and you moved a bit, taking a drink from your glass, observing how he walked to the girl and nearly immediately kissed her neck, probably whispering some sentences to get her. You felt the atmosphere less joyous as you older brother was also observing the scene. There was never bad blood between the two of you but it was clearly not the same kind of love between you and Arthur than you and Tommy (damn right, Arthur was so constipated with his feelings you could easily think he hated you).

“You’re not a fag right?”, you tensed as he asked that. He wasn’t looking at you, but surely from the corner of his eyes he was observing your reaction. You tried not to look uncomfortable and laughed as if he told you a joke.

“Me a fairy? Really? Nah those past weeks Ludy doesn’t looks pretty well so I’m trying to see if anything is wrong with him. And with the mating seasons nearing all the horses are on the edge so I’d like to avoid some of them to get knocked up you know.”, you didn’t like using Ludy for an escape but you didn’t saw any other choices there. Arthur hummed and took a sip of his drink.

“Because I wouldn’t want people to find out my brother’s a sissy. I wouldn’t like to know you’re a sissy. Because if you are…”, he looked at you with a weird glint in his eyes and you were pretty sure that if he knew you were an homosexual there wouldn’t be any blood bond between you anymore and he would murder you. You repressed a shudder and smirked.

“Nah don’t worry about that. I’m just occupied and worried about the horse’s health. But don’t worry next time we go out I’ll pick a cute lass, probably a redhead y’know?”, he laughed and downed the rest of his drink in one go.

“Yeah you always got the weirdest tastes brother.”

You looked back at Tommy who was still flirting with the girl and in a blink of an eye she disappeared, you knew where she went and your brother who probably followed her confirmed your suspicions. After all he always was better at hiding his feelings and acting too and you envied him for that. The thought of sex with any woman was repulsing you and even though you were able to go though it all with prostitutes or random women in bars, you wanted to throw up after every time.

“Oooh little Tommy is getting his fair share of fun with the little blondie. I wonder if she’s a screamer or not.”

“I’m betting she’s more like a squeaky mouse.”

“We’ll see when pretty boy is back!”

The two of you stayed here, discussing and you occasionally threw a lustful gaze to the women in the pub trying to make Arthur think you were watching them while he was flirting with some waitress, sometimes giving them a clap on their ass. You had the time to take another drink until Tommy came back, putting his pants back in place.

Arthur laughed and clapped, attracting a bit of attention that was quickly diverted when you threw them dark looks. Tommy sat back with a smirk and Arthur clapped his shoulder.

“C’mon Tom, how was she? Loud or not?”

“She wasn’t making much noises, but she was tight as fuck.”

“I was right then!”, you hit your older brother on the shoulder with a laugh.

“Tsk for once boy, for once.”

You kept bantering until Arthur decided it was time for him to go back home. You followed him outside and kept discussing for a short moment, observing the surroundings with a distrustful look on your face, after all night was always the best moment to murder people and you wanted to avoid that. You watched as Arthur left and then both you and Thomas started to walk in the opposite direction.

The streets weren’t quiet, from the drunk lads trying to walk to the fights, it was clear it was animated almost as much as during broad daylight. As you turned in a dark and seemingly completely empty street. You pulled Thomas with you and put him against the wall, immediately covering his lips with yours.

He was shocked for an instant and then relaxed in your grasp, kissing you back. After a few seconds of kiss, you stopped pressing him on the wall and licked your lips while looking at him with a spark in your eyes.

“You fucking- You could have waited for us to be more away!”, Tommy whispered with a disbelieved smile on his face.

“I couldn’t wait to kiss this bitch away from you. But don’t worry I’ll finish that somewhere else.”, this time you were the one leaving him hanging as you walked away, hearing his quick steps to join you.

Hopefully for you the maid wouldn’t be home by the time you’d be back or you’d have to keep him extra quiet.

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