#destroying sexism

[torchwood-99]

book!Aragorn is much more fun if you embrace him and enjoy him as the diva princess; who, despite being a hero of Man and the one true king, somehow still manages to have a way too good opinion of himself, that he is.

For a guy with such an impressive track record, it'd be quite a feat to be too full of himself, to give himself too much credit, but book!Aragorn manages it.

This is a PSA: brought to you by Hama the Door Warden.

[sweetnnaivete]

i can't stop thinking about the evans sisters. their girlhood, their sisterly envy and bittersweet relationship, their loves and losses, their tragic ending

[alicentsaegon]

Modern fantasy writers are like

"I want to tackle themes such as misogyny or clssism or racism or homophobia in my work!🤗🤗🤗 No there's none of that present in my book, this society that mimics 1300s central Europe suffers from none of these issues because thats not progressive and if we have DRAGONS and MAGIC why do we need this ahaha am I right? 😅🙂‍↕️Except for this individual conflict in this novel the characters have to overcome but that's an isolated case. Oh look there's a Queen!"

[hellobitchlet]

Varesa's entire character revolves around being a cutesy waifu and walking fatphobic stereotype from The South African But Also Spanish Wrestling Tribe? I was expecting that.

Varesa's story tribal quest is about a mushroom god who is the source of all of the other sentient mushrooms we've seen who traded human loyalty for special mushrooms and thinks that the archon war is still going on that Varesa was unknowingly protecting her tribe from by eating his clones which physically changed her and allowed her to talk to him which almost no one else can do, thus making Varesa's entire character revolving around being a cutesy waifu and walking fatphobic stereotype from The Wrestling Tribe feel extra forced because she feels like she should be a dendro mooshroom who mainly focuses on the farmer aspect of her character? Not what I was expecting.

[calamitys-child]

SLAUGHTERED LAMB // BEWARE THE MOON

He/Him

ID in alt

[writers-in-moominvalley]

Women, amiright fellas?

[First image ID: a set of three comic panels from an episode of the Moomin comic strip titled Moomin and the Circus. They are of Moominpappa sitting in a hammock and Moominmamma picking berries from a bush whilst having a conversation.

In the first panel, Moominpappa says: "I have a plan, Moominmamma. Now all women are illogical, aren't they?"

Then Moominmamma says: "Well, dear..."

In the second panel, Moominpappa says: "So I'll just show them how illogical they are about animals and they'll have to..."

In the third panel, Moominpappa continues; "... Dissolve the Moominvalley S.P.C.A!"

Then Moominmamma replies: "I don't think you really know women, dear."

End ID.]

[Second image ID: the "I've connected the dots" meme with Moominpappa and Moominmamma's names pasted over the two respective guys in the picture.

The first guy, who is meant to be Moominpappa, says: "I've connected the two dots"

The second guy, who is meant to be Moominmamma, says: "You didn't connect shit"

The first guy says again: "I've connected them"

End ID.]

[pentacass]

For the banter ask: 3 12 17 and 27

helloo thanks for the ask!! [prompt list]

3. Directing them to attack/move in combat

“They will learn to fear us.”

“None will stop me.”

“One strike, one kill.”

12. Encountering a locked chest/door

“World’s biggest invitation: a lock.”

“Step aside. I can get that open.”

“Now I’m curious…”

17. Looking in a mirror

“Still alive, huh?” <a/n: dry, bitter at the fact>

“I see my mother, sometimes. Glad that old witch is dead.”

“Could do with another earring…”

27. Party banter with Wyll

W: “Last night was delightful. Where did you learn to dance so well?”

S: “I was a noble in Menzoberranzan. We dance in social affairs, when we are not busy poisoning each other.”

W: -laughs- “Ah, our Sol with her hair all done up, swaying on the dance floor in an elegant dress. You must have been quite the sight. I must take you dancing, when all this is done.”

S: “Only if you dress up as well.”

W: “For you, my lady? Only the best I have to offer.”

[19catsncounting]

Sam, in the Jessifer fic: I can't let Jessica know about the yellow eyed demon, I can't pull her into the darkness with me.

You stupid sweet boy, you're talking about the devil and her son.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

billions also comedy gold presenting winston as a scapegoat for abuse culture fans when it's like but hey it can't be actual scapegoating if you Enjoy It or consider it Justified or experience Reassurance from Its Opportunity For A Group Cohesion Substitute For A Cohesion Based On An Inherent Equal Degree Of Belonging, The Absence Of Which Allows For, Encourages, Reinforces, & Rewards Scapegoating

it can't be Bullying if someone's Weird or you Just Don't Personally Like Them or Nobody's Actually Stopping You, Maybe At Least If They Don't See Too Much Of It, Maybe Others Are Supporting It

it can't be Abuse if you're just doing things Normally or are Following Rules or Aren't Feeling Malicious And Aren't Getting Divine Revelations Otherwise and probably it's just that a lot of abnormal people are being whiny &/or unfair &/or the Real malicious ones. kinda just like how that scapegoat is the real person ruining everything and really just forcing you to treat them like this

[starmolts]

i wanna like tawnycrow cause its such a dumb concept it loops back around to good. an old warrior who doesn’t relate to her clanmates anymore seeing her grandson start a new life outside his clan. she’s already left her birthclan. no one her age is with her. it has being with a cat she has history with. but it’s written so so so bad.

like i know tawnypelt is insecure but her going “why me and not crowfeather?” to bluestar. that’s not a crush that’s literally thinking he’s better than you. and i dont think she has a reason to believe he’s the better cat for the quest. like part of the reason she’s already so involved is her history in tnp. she’s not STUPID. they barely interact while she’s in this grieving process and immediately she has a crush. like give me something MORE. come on 😭 also having rowanclaw just show up and be like “it’s okay.” is so [rolls my eyes] like let tawnypelt have conflicted feelings about having a budding crush that isn’t about crowfeather’s sake? like cool her mate is okay with it now and she worries about how he has doomed romances. YAWN.

[urdtarah]

y'all I can't stand white Americans trying to control what gets posted to rednote oh my god

[rastronomicals]

10:06 PM EST December 14, 2024:

Lärm - "Destroy Sexism" From the album Extreme Noise (1997)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Dutch Anarcho Communist Straight Edge

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[honeyriot]

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

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Male Triceratops Hybrid Alpha Yandere x Gender Neutral Capybara Hybrid Omega Reader

CW: Noncon, painful to pleasureable sex, mild violence (not towards reader), time travel, sexism, breeding, impregnation, pheromones, a/b/o, musk, scent marking, scent kink, sucking on dem big man titters, biting, bite marking, claiming, exceptionally huge dick, reader inflated with copious cum, knotting

Word Count: 1.9k

(Sometimes I get stuck on WIPs and have to do something new to write again. I wrote this in two days. Hope y'all like it! Please feed me with comments ❤️)

You were an omega demi-human. Part capybara, though the only evidence of this was your soft ears. More importantly, you were a quantum physicist. Currently, you were studying and recreating what you thought to be a time travel device. Your thoughts and theories had been dismissed entirely by your peers. It didn't help at all that you were an omega. Omegas working in academia were almost universally harassed, derided, and treated with condescension. As if their omega brains couldn't work at the same level as betas and alphas.

But even if it wasn't some type of device for traveling through time it was certainly alien to the time period from which it originated. It was made of advanced alloys and components that had been flattened, buried, and heavily corroded over time. The rock in which it was embedded in was older than any ancient society.

You had been working on manufacturing a functional copy of the artifact for years. Shmoozing up eccentric rich fucks, getting help from the exceedingly few colleagues who would help you in any way, slowly analyzing every detail and carefully bringing it all together. And at long last it was complete. The zenith of your career was at hand. And after some cautious testing that you conducted privately, it was ready to show to others.

You managed to get a spot at a small conference, though you had lied about the subject on which you would be speaking, and by the time it was your turn most of the audience had left. Not many academics cared what an omega had to say. Let alone one with a reputation for being a crackpot. But there were still enough of your fellow scientists and this would all be on video.

Instead of introducing the topic of your presentation, which would be a surefire way to lose what people were still watching, you opted for wheeling out your machine onto the stage and stepping in. With a deep breath, you booted it up and the entire contraption disappeared with a flash.

When you exited the machine there was an immediate problem. You stepped out of the machine into a forest with giant trees and flowers. You had only intended to go back a minute to when your presentation started but had made an error. You turned around to step back in but something pulled you backwards by your rear. You fell back and saw before you a humongous man charging at your time machine. He wore only a ragged fur loincloth and swung a massive club. He looked human except for his size, thick tail, scaled arms, and three horns on his head. One large horn from each temple and a small one extending from my nose.

You looked on in horror as he swung a mighty club down upon your only way back to your own time, repeatedly smashing it down until it resembled the exact shape of the artifact that had been excavated in your time. The relic that you had fashioned your own machine after. That wasn't what your attention was on, however. You were much more focused on getting away from the raging beast of a man who could flatten metal so easily.

Though with his task of destroying the frightening affront to nature that had appeared from nowhere now complete, he turned his attention to you. He shouted at you in a language you didn't understand, though his intent was clear. He had a massive erection sticking out from his loincloth and aggressively sniffing at your neck after picking you up with unexpected care.

With exertion of great willpower, the trike-man managed to not breed you silly right there in the forest. Your pheromones were driving him nearly feral. Modern-day omega pheromones were many times more potent than any prehistoric omega. They had evolved through millennia to pique the interest of choosy alphas despite the steep competition, an evolutionary arms race to try to snag an alpha.

That wasn't the only appealing trait. You were exotic, had cute little furry ears on your head, and you were so small, couldn't fight back and act all defiant like the omegas from his time.

You did struggle though. You had seen his arousal and could still smell it. Almost anything would be better than being violated in such a manner by such a hulking brute. He chuckled at your struggles, they were successful only in tiring you out. On the long way to his lair, between your squirming, kicking, and punching, you had gathered that his name was Orryg. At least you thought it was. He did not speak English, but he gestured at himself and seemed to be trying to give you his name.

He found your struggles kinda cute, mistaking them for an eagerness to escape his grasp and get on with taking his cock already. Omegas were so silly.

"Don't worry. Going to breed you plenty. Better in a secluded place."

You had no idea what he said, but his voice was deep and sounded angry so you could only assume it was something in annoyance at your struggles so you went limp. The giant man could snap you like a twig if he wanted to, best not to make him too upset. And honestly, even if you did escape, where the fuck would you go? What if Orryg wasn't the worst thing prowling about in the time period?

The walk went on for a while, with Orryg giving you an occasional lick or mumbling out some words you didn't have any hope of understanding. After a fair amount of time, Orryg stopped to sniff the air. Suddenly there was a roar from behind.

Orryg turned the two of you around just in time for him to take his club and smack it into a man who was every bit as huge as he was. Swatting him away easily despite being similar in size and build.

This one had sharp teeth and clawed fingers. He spat blood and growled. Orryg regarded him with a scowl.

"Udvik! You know this is trike territory!!"

"Omega smells good, not claimed yet. Thought I'd try..."

"Go before I smash you! This is MINE!"

Udvik spat again and hobbled off. But your suspicions had been confirmed, there were definitely things other than Orryg to be worried about in this time period. You were pretty shaken up seeing a half-dino man jumping at you and watching your captor fight him off. With those teeth it had clearly been no herbivore, it probably would have slaughtered you. Your fear must have been evident in your scent because Orryg held you tighter and nuzzled you.

"That battle got my blood flowing, really need to fuck you. Sorry if it scared you, I'll breed you all better. Almost home."

You continued to have zero idea what the hell he was saying. But you figured with the nuzzling it was something comforting. Though your ability to figure anything out was pretty absent by this point. Your brain was soup. All the anxiety and adrenaline and alpha pheromones had finally gotten to you. You looked at the ground in a stupor as he continued to carry you over his shoulder.

The next thing you were consciously aware of was him entering the cave with you and placing his club at the entrance. He laid down on a slab of stone covered in thick layers of soft furs and placed you on top of his muscled body. Before you had any chance to react he began administering attention to your sensitive neck. You squirmed involuntarily, writhing in pleasure on top of him from the neck stimulation alone.

If that wasn't enough, you were practically drowning in his musk. You had been since you entered his dwelling, the cave was saturated in it, but now he was forcing your head under his arm and making you drink it all in. Smearing your face with it and marking you with his smell. Slick was leaking out of your needy hole and pooling on his abs.

"I knew this would make you feel better."

The trance you were in was only partially broken once you felt the blunt head of his much too-large member press against your hole.

"W-wait! I don-"

But he had no idea what you were saying, and even if he did he knew you'd love his dick so much that you wouldn't protest for long. At this point, you were going to be his... no matter what.

You yelped in pain as he pressed into you, spreading you like none of your toys ever had. He swallowed your shout by pressing his mouth into yours, trying to distract you from the pain with a sloppy kiss before attending to your neck again. Despite every instinct telling him to just ram in and ravage you he restrained himself knowing that doing otherwise could seriously injure you.

"Ah!"

Even with his care it still hurt as he slowly eased his prick all the way into you, he rubbed the outline of his cock through your tummy. Lucky for you omegas were extremely stretchy and pliant.

Orryg slowly thrust back and forth inside you as he hungrily took in your scent. As more precum dribbled into you and mixed with your slick you took him easier and the pain slowly began to ebb away and was eventually replaced almost entirely by pleasure. You moaned softly into his chest as you bit at his pec and sucked his nipple while he kept digging his cock into you.

Your whole body shook and spasmed for a solid minute as you came more intensely than you ever had before. Orryg grunted as the feeling of your body convulsing around him brought him nearly to his climax. The trike man upped the pace just a bit, his heavy balls smacking into you before he started knotting inside you and pumping you full of his virile spunk. One small mercy was that his knot was only a bit thicker than the rest of his cock, not over two times as wide like a modern alpha.

The volume of semen was such that it made you look heavy with child, which you certainly would be after lovemaking like this.

Now that you had been well and truly fucked there was only one thing left for your brand new "husband" to do to really seal the deal. He, with great caution, buried his fangs into your neck to mark you permanently as his to everyone who might see you. Which would be more than you might expect. This was Orryg's outpost, he stayed there while on patrol, but he usually lived with his herd.

It would be a hard adjustment for you to make. You would constantly be under Orryg's watchful gaze or the guard of his tribemates when he went to go hunt or if he went to do things too dangerous for you to be with him. You'd never be alone. Even in the safety of the herd, Orryg would obsessively treat you like something fragile. You would have to adjust your diet to what they ate, mostly fruit and vegetables though they ate meat too, though nothing was familiar to you. You would have to slowly learn their language so you could eventually communicate with the new society that "adopted" you.

But it was okay if it took you a while to get settled, you had all the time in the world.