#davenport industries

[lab-trash]

Do you think that while working at Tech Town, Bree and Chase weren't allowed to promote Davenport Industries Tech since they're Davenports? Like, would they have to get someone else to explain them because if either of them painted them in a good light like a salesman does, because then if the buyer has a bad experience, they could like... sue them for coercion or some shit?

[bravio-san]

C'est rigolo de voir Donald Davenport avec la voix de Riku dans KH I et KH II interagir avec le Spider-Man de Tobey Maguire.

[and-so-he-rambled]

Excerpt from my mess of an Au Mighty Marcus

(Context: Marcus was found in the rubble and taken to Mighty Med. The staff are welcoming and Oliver and Kaz take him under their wings. They are largely unaware of Marcus’s backstory aside from a barebones idea of an evil guy making him. Henry Tidwell (Titanio) the resident tech genius takes on a mentor roll. He knows where Marcus came from because of his circuitry, but doesn’t care. Marcus works in the tech sector of Mighty Med while trying to figure out his place.)

“I’m not meant for this world.” It was such a dramatic statement, but a true one. Marcus didn’t belong in any world, not even the one he’d been created for. He didn’t belong among the ‘normos’ or the supers, he was an outlier.

Henry sighed, looking at him from across the wrought iron table that was slightly off balance. The pizza place wasn’t high end or fancy, a hole in the wall joint that smelled like spice and pasta sauce and played Italian music softly from a record player. It wasn’t the kind of place a man like Henry fit in at with his tailored suit, but at the same time was a place so like him. Marcus was learning that people were deeper than he thought. Henry said it was his ai learning, he was pretty sure he was just finally seeing the real world.

“Have you ever read my comics?” He asked through a bite of greasy cheese pizza. Marcus had, back what he was archiving, but he hadn’t actually processed any information.

“Well, I never fit in either, too smart for my own good and a bit of an asshole. I refused my fathers company to fly planes, and I was damned good. Up until I got myself stranded in the outer atmosphere and realized nobody would be coming to get me.” Henry sighed, looked haggard at the memory. He’d never seen Henry look remorseful for anything, it didn’t seem in his character.

“How did you get out?” Marcus had a theory, he was a genius after all, but humans were surprising creatures.

“I nearly died, but somewhere in that desperation I remembered that I was good for something, and that was building. I made a suit, a modified space suit of scraps and canabalized ship, and I look a leap of faith.”

Marcus leaned in, invested.

“I survived, obviously, but that suit was a peice of junk.” He laughed, even as he unbuttoned his dress shirt to pull back and show his shoulder. There was a seam, jarring an imperfect, just below his shoulder joint. “I had a rough landing.”

“Is that..?” Marcus scanned it, seeing cybernetics under synthetic skin. Henry was like him, if only just.

“Yep! Made it myself, except for the skin, never could figure out skin. So I got home, and nobody had realized I had truly gone missing for that month. I took the company back and tried to cope.” There was a shine in his eye, one of pure mischief. “And then I realized I could make a difference. I rebuilt my suit and became Titanio. With no idea of a superhero world or the fact comics were already being printed, I became a hero. Most supers hated me, a normo wearing a suit and fighting their battles. Some still do.”

Marcus had noticed that, how even some superheroes gave Oliver and Kaz the cold shoulder for being humans in the realm of gods. He thought it was stupid. Humans may be weak and inferior, but Kaz and Oliver, and Henry it seemed, had proven themselves. They were more heroic than his pathetic siblings.

“What did you do about it?” Marcus would have made them suffer to prove his worth, but Henry set down his pizza and fixed him with a stare that felt piercing down to the microchip.

“I proved them wrong, became the best I could. I turned a failing company into a tech giant, saved every penny I had and put it into my company and my suit. I was supposed to just be some human engineer meant to die in space.” Henry winked, returning his focus to his pizza like he hadn’t already packed away several pieces.

Marcus knew what he was implying. He hadn’t been built to last, a pet project instead of a son. His birthright was to die.

“I’m not hero material.” He wasn’t, he really wasn’t. He’d been created for destruction, and he’d always destroy what he touched. This peace had to be temporary. He’d met real heroes, seen them risk everything to save people Marcus didn’t see as worthy of saving. He couldn’t become that.

“Then don’t be. Be something else, you have quite the brain, kid. Save people in your own way. Also drink your water slower, refills cost money.” Always a penny pincher, even in his heartfelt moments. Marcus couldn’t help a laugh, a noice that startled him. Laughter was such a new experience, so far from the maniacal cackling he was used to. It felt nice, warm.

“Can we go to the company after?” His eyes shined at the prospect of poking around in Henry’s lab, a place he was becoming familiar with. It was so much more advanced than his area at Mighty Med! Maybe he could bully Tidwell Tech into donating equipment, god knows they needed it after last weeks budget cuts.

Henry smiled, a genuine fondness that confused Marcus as much as it pleased him. He was wary of anyone trying to fill the void Douglas left, but the new men in his life were weird. Horace with his distant caring and occasional attaboys that reminded him of his dad, but a real excitement for his hobbies that Douglas never had. Henry, so much like his father but also very different, who never tried to be a parental force and considered him an equal, a person.

“Sure kid. I need your help tweaking his gauntlets, they’ve been off since that battle with Soul Slayer last week, I think he knocked something loose.” He’d also fractured Henry’s wrist but the human never seemed to dwell on injury.

It was such a show of weakness, or, what did Oliver call it? Good faith? An offer to work on the man’s prized possession, the thing that made him a hero.

Marcus wouldn’t disappoint him. He still wasn’t a hero, or even a good person, but he wouldn’t betray Henry’s trust unless he was given a reason to. Mighty Med was a Eden, he wouldn’t be the snake that destroyed it.

[astoldbyaja]

Warrior (HBO Max) Li Yong x Black Female OC X Zing x Bolo

I've got a 38 chapter work in progress from the Max series warrior if anyone is interested in reading. I may post it on here. It's smutty and violent i'll tell you what! XD

[stimmy--cryptid]

chase davenport with tech for anon!

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[grusik]

Rons Skyrats Kathy Toth || Toronto Graffiti Archive || Instagram This was a very gross rainy day right before the new year. I love this whole changing industrial area and visit it a few times a year. It's not in the Junction, but retains the flavor of it's old past. Recently the old Skyrat mural was repainted by 3 new artists. The other one has held up well, still looks good after a decade on the other side of the bridge. This was my last shot of 2022. by Kathy T | Toronto

[tradedmiami]

SALE IMAGE: Frank Fallon, Jose Lobon, Stephen A. Schwarzman, Trey Barry & Royce Rose DATE: 07/22/2024 ADDRESS: 4500 Home Run Boulevard MARKET: Davenport ASSET TYPE: Industrial BUYER: LBA Realty (@LBA_Realty) SELLER: Stephen A. Schwarzman - Blackstone (@Blackstone) BROKERS: Frank Fallon, Jose Lobon, Royce Rose (@RoyceRose) & Trey Barry - CBRE (@CBRE) SALE PRICE: $104,000,000 SF: 800,000 ~ PPSF: $130 NOTE: An affiliate of Blackstone has sold the Four Corners Business Park in Davenport, a three-building industrial complex totaling nearly 800,000 square feet, for $104 million to LBA Realty. The sale, brokered by CBRE National Partners, reflects renewed investor interest in Tampa Bay's industrial market following a slowdown in warehouse investment sales since 2022. The park, strategically located between Interstate 4 and U.S. Highway 27, counts Cargill and ReadyRefresh among its tenants. #Miami #RealEstate #tradedmia #MIA #Davenport #Industrial #FrankFallon #JoseLobon #RoyceRose #TreyBarry #CBRE #StephenASchwarzman #Blackstone #LBARealty

[novemberthewriter]

WRITEBLR INTRO xx

hey, all! i’m n.k. :-)

i'm not new to tumblr (have had a few diff accounts since 2011/2012), but i'm new to interacting with writeblr proper. 

ABOUT ME

late 20s

black & queer & disabled 

lifelong writer/musician/creative (in both professional and hobbyist capacities)

finally finishing my degree in creative writing & english! 

ARTISTIC/THEMATIC INTERESTS 

literary fiction, horror, camp, kitsch, diversity, introspection, family/friend bonds (especially nontraditional ones), romance, art rock, nostalgia, technology, diy ethos 

GOALS

connect with the tumblr writing community at large! for a while i was unable to get excited about my non-work, non-fanfic related writing projects. over the past year or so, my passion’s been renewed, and i just wanna chatter with like-minded folks about my longform WIPs, my short stories, etc – and geek over other people’s work here too <3

WIPS 

Dagmar

there’s always something going down in dagmar, an insular coastal community straddling the delaware bay. pragmatic tech geek zeke omezie-fumudoh, 18, prefers to keep her head in her books and projects – deaths and disappearances were common in her parents’ home country, too, after all. when her best friend dodie dies, however, zeke has no choice but to start trying to connect the dots & face the potential supernatural forces at play. 

[this is finna be dark fantasy/horror, romance, mystery, and queer as hell! i got a lot of worldbuilding to do, but a few months ago the twist popped into my head 1st and i’ve been working backwards. i'm sooo excited abt figuring out the narrative path(s) i gotta take]

Dave & The Family Davenport

20-year-old twin musicians dorian & daria davenport are a little s club 7, a little sly stone, & a whole lotta spitfire. as the very first act signed to holliday records, 30-something producer & label founder dave levine considers it his duty to take the family davenport under his wing. they become his pet project – and eventually something more to him. 

[i’m taking this one in a literary/drama direction! thinking found family and music industry commentary vibes. idea came from revisiting big time rush and thinking ‘what would happen if you mix btr + the carpenters + prince + mtv’s making the band??’ (for the record, dave is 100% NOT meant to be a p. d*ddy analogue re: making the band, i'm mainly thinking of the aesthetics of the young artists of color featured on the show)]

Several fun essays about my personal fandom/shipping history (one is about all the diff sites i've used over 17+ years of reading/writing fanfic, another is an old-school livejournal-style ship manifesto that i plan to make into a video! etc etc)

SHORT FICTION 

blank [literary/drama, 300 wds]

fortune teller [literary/drama, 300 wds]

hothouse [horror, 500 wds]

a certain standard of care [horror-comedy/surreal/gross-out, 1k wds]

good bones (or, an exercise in letting go) [literary/dramedy, 1.3k wds]

[writing tag: scorpio the scribe]

hmu if you think we'd get along <3 i need more ppl to follow!

[ETA: i prefer to follow/be mutuals w/ ppl 18+ only, ty!]

[martyrbat]

batman secret files and origins (1997)

[ID: the first panel is an article titled, “Who is Bruce Wayne?” by Lola Charles. Above the headline is a photo of Bruce from the shoulders up as he's in a suit. The rest of the photos is cropped sections from the column. In order they read:

“It's definitely a case of passion exceeding skill,” confides neighbor J. Devlin Davenport. “Bruce is hopeless in the long game.” Wayne takes all of the ribbing he receives gracefully. There doesn't seem to be a touch of anger in the guy.

To say that his personality is plastic is to insult the synthetics industry. His reclusive behavior and avoidance of any media coverage is because the man has all the charm of a paper clip.

The most interesting moment in the entire meeting came when he accidentally spilled the Dijon sauce on himself (managing, in the process, to spatter the blouse I had bought specifically for the occasion).

I candidly admit that he is excruciatingly handsome and that, upon first meeting him, I blushed like a schoolgirl. But beneath those drop-dead looks beats the heart of a chartered accountant. The women who fawn over him after fifteen minutes in his company can only be thinking of his bank accounts, not his romantic attractions. Only someone as shallow as himself could find him alluring.

Bruce Wayne is styling his way through life.

Well, there's the mystery of Bruce Wayne. And the solution is that there is no mystery. The guy is a sofa painting, a creampuff, a lightweight, the male equivalent of a bimbo. Sorry, girls. END ID]

[agaypanic]

Every Night (Spider-Man!Chase Davenport X Reader)

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Summary: Chase Davenport is a Mission Creek High student who takes pictures by day, and a bionic web-slinging superhero who fights crime by night. Tonight, he swings by your place with a split lip, a bruised rib, and a wounded ego.

A/N: holy shit an actual fic instead of a shitpost, who would’ve guessed? spiderman au where chase is spiderman bc 📖anon and i agreed that chase davenport is totally peter parker coded (specifically andrew garfield’s). side note: if this was a full avengers au, chase would be spiderman, davenport would be iron man, adam would probably be thor, bree would be black widow, and leo would probably be captain america or the hulk (it’d be funny to see him go from this little stick figure to a giant beefy mutant man). This is most likely not medically accurate

***

“Hold that,” Chase muttered just loud enough for you to hear, adjusting the settings on his new camera. “Stay still.”

“Chase, lunch is gonna be over soon.” You teased, but still held your position as requested.

You heard your boyfriend take a picture, and then a few more. There were a few more flickers of the camera shutter before Chase got up and rounded the picnic table to sit next to you. “What do you think?” Chase asked, showing you the couple of pictures he had just taken.

“I think you make me look really pretty.”

“Nah.” Chase shook his head before kissing your cheek. “That’s all you.”

“Big flirt.” You smiled, taking the camera out of his hands and setting it on the table to kiss him without interruption. Unfortunately, the school bell didn’t get the memo about you wanting to be undisturbed. Chase pouted when you pulled away, making you laugh. “Will I see you tonight?”

Chase stood up, grabbing his camera and your hand. “You always do, babe.”

***

Chase was right; you always did see him. But your question should have been whether he’d come through your front door as Chase Davenport or through your window as Spider-Man. The follow-up question would have been whether or not he’d be bloody and bruised.

Unfortunately, the answer to both questions were the latter options tonight.

“You’re lucky my parents aren’t home,” you said as you helped your boyfriend into your room, trying to avoid the blood-saturated parts of his suit. “Who was it this time?”

“Green Goblin.” Chase winced, plopping down on your bed while he clutched his side. You grabbed the little first aid kit that you kept under your bed ever since finding out about your boyfriend’s super identity. “I was doing my patrol when he just flew by out of nowhere. I didn’t even feel him coming.”

You could hear Chase’s disappointment in his voice as he recounted the events. The fight was difficult, as the wounds you were helping him clean up proved. 

After wiping the blood off his chin from his split lip, you scooted back a little and gestured to Chase’s chest. “Suit off.”

“At least buy me dinner first.” Chase tried to laugh but instead groaned in pain as he pressed the spider emblem on his suit that loosened the once skin-tight fabric. You helped pull the suit off enough to reveal Chase’s chest. It was bruised, sweaty, and heaving. “Hey, my eyes are up here.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes from his teasing and continued tending to Chase’s wounds. “You know, sometimes I wonder why you don’t go to Mr. Davenport for this. I’m sure Davenport Industries has actual nurses, or at least better medical supplies than a homemade first aid kit.”

Chase’s hand, a little shaky from his exhaustion, cupped your cheek, making you tear your eyes away from his purpling side. “I always visit you every night. A little beating isn’t gonna stop me from that.”

You scoffed. You wouldn’t exactly call this a ‘little’ beating. “Okay, but if you get some kind of infection or lifelong medical problem, don’t blame me.”

The rest of your aid was accompanied by silence. You were focused on cleaning Chase up to the best of your abilities, while he was focused on your focus. He wished he had his camera to capture the moment, ignoring the fact that he was wounded and in pain.

“Done,” you said after a long half hour. “Now, go take a shower. You’re all sweaty and gross.”

“I didn’t hear you complain when you were staring at my glistening abs.” Chase teased as he slowly stood up, kicking his suit off so he was only in his boxers.

You playfully swatted at him. “Just go. I’ll have a movie ready when you’re done.”

“And snacks?” Chase looked over his shoulder, looking at you with a pleading look. You nodded, following him out of your room, parting so he could go to the bathroom and you to the kitchen.

“And snacks.”

[davendorks]

have we ever thought about the fact that donald might not have WANTED kids?

i know i have “donald anti” in my intro post because i mean yeah i don’t like him because he’s annoying

but you have to think about the fact that HE didn’t even plan to adopt three random ass babies so young.

based off the math: Davenport claims to be 38 in Bionic Birthday Fail, and assuming the year is 2012 (and assuming Davenport is telling the truth), he was around 18 when he and Douglas started Davenport Industries.

Once they established the company, that’s when Douglas started making the kids. (Although there are many factors, i know davenport got them as babies but we don’t know for a fact how old they were or how long it took douglas to perfect genetic engineering after establishing the company it’s safe to assume the 18-38 gap is “right”.) Donald was just excited to have a company with his brother, but these kids (most likely when he’s freshly 20) were never in the picture to begin with.

We all remember the scene where he’s teaching them about how batteries are made, and yes i’ve said before that i didn’t like that because they are kids. but there’s also the fact that maybe he didn’t know what kids are like. he is a genius, tech is what he knows. he didn’t plan for these kids, he didn’t know what to do with them. he just knew they were his responsibility.

he’s even TOLD us this before.

“i’m more of a fun uncle than a school activity dad.”

yes, he’s shitty. he treated them like science projects because that’s what they were to him. they have tech IN them, they’re his responsibility.

when it came time for tasha and leo, based off what we do know of him, i’m not sure if this is a stretch but he might’ve wanted a fresh start with leo?

i only say this because there’s episodes like ‘Can I Borrow the Helicopter?’ where he’s EXCITED to do dad stuff with leo, he even gets too excited at points. then again, he still gets easily annoyed with leo and brushes him off when he’s doing something tech related.

it’s also kind of weird, even after leo got his bionics, he was still brushed off because he’s leo.

i’m sure i could do a lot better if i actually had time to write this out, it’s fourth of july 😭 i’ll write this out better if anybody really wants it sooo yes.

[neurodivenport]

SIR! SIR! imma need you to be writing more nsfw chase fics! i have no shame. i need more. im on my hands and knees. credit card out and ready. i will even give you scenarios if you need some. im begging, crying, screaming, wailing, salivating, barking, meowing, purring, wobbling, and all the other i-n-g-s. you're the only one that gets into it. 😩

i literally love u… here’s something thats been floating in my brain for a hot minute (that i never wrote because of lack of motiv+ive been sick ugh)

but PLEASE send me scenarios if you have any! i ALWAYS wanna write stuff for him but its just about if i have actual ideas or not

its literally nothing but porn without plot under the cut you’ve been warned (chase davenport x gn!reader)

Chase had finally come up with a way to recharge without his capsule.

He spared you the nitty gritty of it, only telling you he had changed the way his entire room worked in order for him to sleep in your (now) shared bed. You told him he didn’t have to go through all that just because you wanted to sleep next to him- but he insisted that he was just as desperate to hold you, too.

The thought of that made you feel warm.

You watch as he turns off the light, cuddled up in his own set of pajamas, which you note have a little Davenport Industries logo on the side. He squeezes in next to you, lifting the covers above his body.

“I never knew how you slept without a blanket,” You note, “It’s so cold in your room… and you were just in a glass capsule.”

“Highly flexible industry grade polymer,” Chase corrects, with the ‘I’m a genius’ smile plastered on his cute face, “And these pajamas are designed to be warmer than blankets, with adjustable settings to regulate it to human body temperatures. You can also just turn those features off completely.”

You gape at him, eyebrows furrowed tight, watching as he giggles at your expression. “God, you Davenports are so strange.”

He just hums in response, a big, dumb grin lighting up his face.

You settle in, turning around to your side. When you feel him hesitating, you grasp his hand in yours, pulling his arm to slot over your side. He pulls you in tight, spooning your form against his. You feel his face bury itself into your neck, humming, nustling itself into your skin.

“‘S really nice,” Chase says after a few beats- voice muffled with his face in your neck.

You laugh a little, squeezing his hand. “It is for me too.”

You feel him push his body closer to yours, like he’s trying to get as close as he can. His hands bunch up at your pajama shirt, legs intertwining with yours, trying to pull you closer to him.

“Mm, Chase,” You hum, “You okay?”

“Mmhm,” He says, “I just- I want to be close to you.”

“I don’t think you can get any closer than this.” You giggle.

Chase hums in response. You know how clingy he can be, how touch starved he is, constantly clinging to you like a koala or a sloth to a tree. You bet he’d hold you for the rest of his life if he could- not getting up to a single other thing.

You feel his thumb barely touching the light hint of your skin that peeks out from your scrunched shirt, feather light and shaky. He’s praying you don’t notice him taking in your smell.

You slide your leg between his, intertwining your limbs to bring him ever tighter, pulling him forward with your tangled hands. You hear him grunt as he slots against your back, before stilling behind you, lifting his head off from your neck.

“Sorry.”

You don’t understand what he’s talking about… until you feel it.

Oh.

Oh.

“Chase,” You breathe out a laugh, “It’s okay. Don’t apologize.”

“It just- it just happens.”

You can feel him trying to hover his crotch away from your ass, trying not to press his obvious hard-on against you. You two have had sex before- but since it’s still early in that stage of your relationship, his nerves are still never ending, never wanting to overstep a boundary.

You grab onto his hip, pulling him towards you to press just as tightly as he was before. He grunts at the contact, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“You don’t have to,” Chase says, ever the gentleman, voice laced with tensity.

“Chasey,” You breathe, knowing full well what any pet name does to him, “I like making you feel good.”

He lets out a long trembling breath at that. He stays silent for a minute, clearly contemplating something, the cogs in his brain practically audible.

“Can I, uh,” Chase stutters, fidgeting with your shirt. “Can I just… do this…?”

You feel him grind against your ass experimentally. That makes you moan, shifting it back against him, reveling in the soft, barely noticeable noise he makes.

“Go ahead, baby,” You encourage. “Get yourself off for me.”

That makes him whine, burying his face back into your neck. He can never get used to your vulgarity.

Chase’s hips start moving, softly humping against you. You hold his hips in aid, guiding him with more determined strokes.

“That feel good?” You ask. He moans softly, nodding his head.

His movements get faster as he adds more pressure, his hand gliding up your stomach. Sensing his hestiance, you grab his hand and place it on your chest, feeling him pinch a nipple from over your shirt.

“I’m-“ He starts, cutting himself off with a groan, “I’m close- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, baby, you’re doing such a good job for me. You deserve it. Let yourself go.”

Chase’s whines amp up in volume, getting more and more frequent while his thrusts lose their rhythm. He’s trying to muffle his sounds into your skin, embarrassed by how much he’s enjoying this.

With a final groan, he stills, legs twitching as you feel his pants dampen.

He’s panting as he comes down, barely moving. You reach back to pet his hair, turning and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “Was that good?”

He hums in response, still high pitched and breathy. That makes you giggle, squeezing his cheek.

As you begin to push yourself up off the bed, you feel him grab you.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m just gonna get you a washcloth and new pajamas, don’t worry.”

Chase’s eyes are big and dreamy as he speaks. “I want- I want to return the favor.”

You smile, heart warming - knowing full well its not out of obligation but out of his own want.

“Can you do that in the shower?”

You’ve never seen him get up so fast.

[gaiuskamilah]

Hey drop the Poppy opinion babe (please!)

CW for mentions of in-canon racism, harassment. also i've only read the first QB book so i don't know how things played out in the second one.

i think one thing choices players sometimes forget is that yes, while the nature of the game of makes it so you typically self-insert as the MC, you are ultimately not the MC and this isn't wholly your story. the writers are in charge of the story, and they have a narrative in mind. the problem with poppy is that so many entered queen b with a pre-conceived image of her in their heads and got mad when canon showed otherwise. because suddenly then, she wasn't the funny just mean girl you wanted to become an LI, she became a full-on racist, classist, misogynist bitch who didn't care that her rival was sexually harassed. in my opinion, to deny her these traits is to misread queen b and misread poppy's character.

reiterating: poppy is a racist, classist, misogynist bitch who didn't care that her rival was sexually harassed, and in the context of queen b, it makes perfect sense. queen b is satire. you are not supposed to blindly root for poppy or for MC who is "taking her down" (more on the latter later). it's set in an university, a historically exclusionary institution that for the longest time has dictated what ontology is, often to the benefit of the (white, european) ruling class. belvoire itself is a mockery of universities, where majority of the people who attend are rich, where they form alliances between themselves to get ahead in life more than they already are, where they hold each to such disgustingly weird standards to protect their own status quo. these old money families and these institutions are racist, they are classist, and they are threatened by anyone who doesn't wholly fit the ideal image of who should be a member. that is why MC and zoey are ostracized by the rest of belvoire - they're new money, their blood isn't blue enough, and in zoey's case, it's no doubt it's partially because she's Black.

poppy exemplifies being raised in these institutions and blue blooded families. she is old money, she is racist and classist towards anyone beneath her, she only cares for people as a means to her end, she is a misogynist who doesn't care that her rival was sexually harassed, and she holds everyone impossible standards of beauty, even herself. she's blonde and blondness has long been associated with wealth and the upper class, which hasn't exactly been a very open group of people. these are neutral statements; i am simply describing how she is in-canon. these institutions allow for people like her to come into being and into power, and to deny her those traits and demand that her bacchanalia plot with zoey be removed so you can continue fantasizing about her in peace is to miss the point of queen b, as queen b is fundamentally criticizing people like her.

in the latest choices secrets: revealed, chelsa stated that she never intended for poppy to be an LI because then she would have to be redeemed, and she simply isn't a character where that seems plausible:

and i agree. if you want to romance someone like poppy, or whatever picture in people's minds were of poppy, characters like becca davenport are right there. queen b isn't the place for it because of the book's satirical nature. i think that getting mad (if there are any people who got mad) that poppy isn't a "true" LI is to not give justice to the vision that chelsa, a Black woman, had for the book.

now, do i personally think stanning poppy is bad, or that poppy is a terrible person? well, poppy already is a terrible person. again, a neutral statement. however, i find her a good character in which she was used by the writers to exemplify everything wrong in archaic institutions - she serves her function well as that. it's similar to how i think miranda priestly from the devil wears prada is a good character in which she embodies everything wrong in the fashion industry and how it holds women to impossible standards and pits them against each other; she is terrible, and that is the point. you are meant to appreciate and know that she is terrible without stripping those features of her character away. you are not supposed to be upset that anne hathaway left her terrible boss behind, you are supposed to be happy that she stopped stripping away and molding herself into an image that conformed to a fucked up, exclusionary image of womanhood and fashion. that a lot of people seem to miss this point and just view the devil wears prada and queen b (and mean girls!) as "yass girlboss slay" stories is concerning to me. big win for capitalist feminism and i hate it.

related here is the queen b MC and how she is postured as someone who will "take poppy down". one thing i liked is that in the book 1 finale (at least how it turned out for me), MC is framed as someone just as bad as poppy, and this makes sense. no matter if you played her as a good girl or a bad girl, she is still someone who works within the institution, playing the rules of the game, and someone who upholds the legitimacy and power of the institution. a ruler is still a ruler and being queen still means that you hold a significant amount of unbalanced power over others. you still maintain the status quo, which is an inherently exclusionary one. nothing fundamentally changes; the only difference is who's on top, and that's a very shallow way to make progress, if any.

another related topic is how queen b is actually pretty good in showing how living in and being raised in these institutions is to the detriment of those in it, which also criticizes the very nature of the institution of the family. i think it also does well in stories like veil of secrets and crimes of passion 2 where archaic old money families serve as antagonists. but that's for another time lol.

tl;dr uwu-ifying poppy is to miss the point.

[lab-trash]

Kaz was meant to be a hero.

When Kaz wasn't able to be a superhero, he became one of the people who saved the people.

When Kaz learned that he was going to be a villain instead of a hero? He was going to shoot himself into a black hole.

Once Kaz became a hero? He risked his life to find his best friend's mother— the strongest villain in the universe.

After they caught her, he learned that more heroes, his best and arguably only friends died, he reached out to fucking Davenport Industries.

He became so proficient in his powers because being a hero is what he's meant to do.

Kaz, like so many heroes before him (read: Chase, Skylar, Spin, Leo, etc.) went out on his own for the greater good, no matter how risky it was. It's a rite of passage for the job.

Kaz is meant to be a hero. That's why he never fit in great with normos. That's why he's so comfortable at Mighty Med. That's why he risks his life when he might need to.

[astoldbyaja]

The Blossom surrounded by Fire - Ch. 33 (Warrior AU- HBO MAX)

I sat in my tub hair pinned up, staring into space as I contemplated on if I should go see Zing now or wait until tomorrow. No, I needed to get this over with. Whatever he wants, I wanted it out of the way before the tournament. I ran the water over my shoulders before looking up at the ceiling.

“God give me strength.” I replied.

As the moon was hitting the sky, I made my way onto the silent streets making sure to keep my head down, but my eyes scanning everywhere. Although I did not fear the dark, I feared only man. I was in one of my nicer cloaks I had gotten from Chao. It was darker than any cloak I had ever worn, and as I saw the lights of the Fung Hai casino, I merely stood there for a moment listening to the drunken men inside.

I could hear cheering and shouting from the many men inside. I opened the door and was hit hard by the smell of alcohol and sweat. I gently lifted my head looking around at the many tables that were filled with men throwing dice and roaring with glee or groaning from their loss. Women clung to their arms laughing and pouring lord knows what down their throats to keep the men wanting to gamble more. I looked around the room, stepping to the side and looking for anyone I could see belonging to the Fung Hai. But I didn’t need to look long as I could see many Fung Hai off in the corner smoking and drinking and laughing.

Amongst them was their tong leader, sitting down with a bare breasted woman on his knee. My still form was catching attention of the lethal gang. One of the men hit Zing’s shoulder and in response, he looked at him with annoyance before that man pointed his head in my direction. Zing looked over and finally our eyes meet. I pull my hood off my head, and I could see the initial shock on his face. He stands up immediately, the woman on his lap stumbling over from his quick movement.

He made a straight line toward me, and I tensed as his gaze fell upon me and transitioned to its usual sinister and feral look. He smirked.

“Well, well, if it isn’t sweet Amaka. I never took you for the gambling type.” he said with a purr. I gave a gentle nod.

“Hello Zing. Have I caught you at a bad time?” I asked. He grinned leaning his upper body to the side some.

“You could never catch me at a bad time.” he said. I nodded slowly recoiling a bit when some drunk men stumbled past us to leave the casino.

“I need to speak with you privately. It won’t take long. I know I didn’t have an appointment.” I said lowly, all the while Zing is just watching me as if completely entertained by my discomfort.

“Of course! Follow me.” he said and turned and moved toward the back of the casino through a door and down a small hallway. Surprisingly it wasn’t as sleezy as I expected like the casino area. Zing opened a door and smiled at me, holding his hand up for me to enter first. I quickly did so, and he casually followed closing the door behind me.

I took note of the large room with a bed and dresser and a few weapons on said dresser. The layout of this room matched the same layout of his bedroom at his headquarters. Of course, a tong leader may need to stay in different areas within his territory.

“So, what do I owe this unexpected visit?” he asked with a cross of his arms. I said a quick, and I mean very quick and silent prayer, before turning to him.

“Your tong fought with the Hop Wei earlier today. I was somewhat cornered between your men and a Hop Wei hatchet man… your men allowed me to leave unharmed and this pleased Long Zii, so after a brief discussion, I have agreed to help your men with a one-time service on behalf of my tong, helping your men with anything they need medical wise.” I replied. He was watching my mouth as I spoke, but I knew other thoughts were moving around in his head.

“Medical wise?” he asked.

“Yes.” I replied all too quickly of which he caught. He smirked.

“You came all the way down here under the full moon just to tell me that?” he asked. My jaw clenched some and I shook my head.

“I apologize for wasting your time then.” I replied making a move to leave, however his arm moved up to place his hand flat on the door to keep it shut.

“I didn’t say I was denying your generous form of gratitude.” he said. I didn’t move from my spot in front of him and he just looked me over. “You think I’d accept a onetime medical service when a different service would be way more appreciated for my men’s efforts of letting you live?”

I scoffed.

“They didn’t have a choice but to let me live.” I said lowly and he went whew.

“Well don’t you have a mouth on you now. It seems the Long Zii has sparked a new fire in you.” he said.

“It’s more than what I would ever have in other tongs.” I said lowly. Now I noticed the slight frown on his face before he smirked again.

“I think you just didn’t give my little tong a chance.” he said with a pout. I looked down some for a moment before looking up at him.

“I can either help you before the tournament or after.” I replied. He laughed now.

“You’re going to that?” he asked. I shrugged.

“I was told to go. If you would like I could help your men after their fights.” I said. He shook his head.

“Oh no you will not be granting a service to anyone but me.” he said. Now a brief look of suspicion played on his face before he smirked even wider. “Is that why you came tonight? You wanted to thank me now?”

“I came to merely pass on the message from Long Zii is all. Now whether you want my thanks now or later is entirely on you. If I was you, I would take it now because after your tong loses, the little deal you tried to push on Long Zii will be long forgotten.” I replied. He barked out another laugh backing me up some until I was in the middle of the room.

 “You think I’ll lose?” he asked more amusement laced in his tone. I kept my stance firm.

“I think what will be will be, I don’t think about the future and the events I cannot control. I can only think about now.” I replied looking him over some letting an invisible wave of confidence fall over me as I openly looked him over. It was time to put Ah Toy’s lesson to the test. I slowly leaned into him, and he was unmoved by my actions, but his eyes did wander down to my mouth as I let my lips move inches to his. Before he could move toward me, I leaned back and walked a few steps from him, my back to him.

 “You once said if Long Zii agreed to give me to you for one night, you’d continue to show me exactly what turns you on.” I said now moving my hands to the strings of the cloak. I began to untie them, gently moving to face him. As he caught the sight of my fingers in the strings, I watched the wave of darkness flood over his eyes. Once the cloak was loose, I let it fall off my shoulders immediately revealing my bare body, covered by a leather body harness. Zing’s eyes flexed immediately, a different- darker gaze appearing in his eyes now.

This was something my late master had me wear beneath my dresses back on the plantation. It aroused him to know a sacred temple that only he could control. I had it on when Chao found me. I kept it in case… I ever found myself back in bondage again.

And I could tell now it aroused Zing, his body was tight, a quick shudder flowed over him.

His eyes drank me in like a predator stalking its prey. He slowly approached me, and I looked up at him, showing no fear. Tonight, I was someone else entirely. I was someone who would not be afraid of the man before me. He raised his hand confidently and pressed his calloused fingers against my left breast sliding his hand down my stomach and stopping above my pubic area. He now bridged the space between us, looming over me and I just stared up at him with seductive eyes.

“Will you show me what turns you on?” I asked innocently, my eyes showing a glimpse of submission.

He crashed his lips into mine and it was possessive yet passionate, which was definitely a reflection of his dominate personality. I feel his arms wrapping around my back to bring me into his body almost in desperation. He’s never done that before. I felt a whirlwind of emotions arise in me as my hands came up to wrap around his neck to pull him into me. Something felt different about this kiss.

His reputation as the fierce leader of the Fung Hai Tong preceded him, and I had always seen him as a figure of unyielding power and brutality, especially since I have experienced it physically.

I pulled back briefly as I didn’t even notice the wind was knocked out of me. Now, with his lips just inches from mine again, trying to reclaim my mouth, there was a sudden, unexpected softness in his eyes. What was he planning?

When our lips met again, the kiss was intense and commanding, much like Zing himself, yet, beneath that ferocity, I sensed a flicker of tenderness, a vulnerability that he rarely showed- hell I didn’t even think was possible for a man like him. It was a moment of raw connection, a blend of passion and dominance that took me by surprise.

As we kissed, mouths opening and tongues invading the other's mouths, I couldn’t help but wonder what laid behind this unexpected display of affection. Was this an expression of genuine feeling or was it another calculated move in his twisted plan to keep me in his tong permanently. The warmth of his lips contrasted sharply with the cold, ruthless persona I was used to seeing.

When Zing finally pulled away, his face quickly hardened, the moment of vulnerability vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. I looked into his eyes, now unreadable once more, and felt a mix of confusion and intrigue. In that fleeting moment, I had seen a side of Zing that few ever did, leaving me with a deep sense of uncertainty about what it truly meant.

“Long Zii will regret tempting my resolve with you.” he said huskily. I couldn’t help but smirk, feeling a bit overconfident now as I placed my hand in his hair and gave a firm grip. I saw the look of excitement in his eyes as he growled lowly from his chest. I could tell he was taken aback by the motion, but when my free hand cupped his bulging erection, I couldn’t help but smirk wider giving him a gentle rub. His lip flexed into a deep snarl.

“Please… with me you have no resolve.” I said which only earned me another violent kiss.

[hyliedavenport]

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